"Shehnaaz carry your phone!" Her mother spoke moving out of the car. The benz halted at the entrance of the Taj diplomatic enclave, as the woman opened the door moving out of the car. She stood there looking at Shehnaaz, forwarding her hand.
"Move out carefully!" Parmider spoke, helping Shehnaaz with her dress as she got out of the car. The darker skies of night had just started to set in, the cars arriving and guests moving in. It was going to be a grand event. Union of families like Shehnaaz's and Sidharth's often meant gradeur and opulence. All people important that Gills knew were invited to the engagement.
The heart of Delhi, was bustling streets and vibrant culture.And here at Taj within its towering structure, adorned with intricate carvings, a testament to the city's rich heritage,within the walls of this lavish establishment, a love story was about to unfold-a union between two souls, bound by love and transcending the boundaries of age, cultures and thoughts. Shehnaaz and Sidharth were beginning their wedding festivities with a king size engagement party.Though the traditional ceremony had been conducted a few hours back in the gurdwara.
Shehnaaz stepped out, letting go of a deep sigh.It was late October with a little out of season drizzle. "Its auspicious!" Miraal spoke looking at Shehnaaz, as Shehnaaz looked up towards the sparkling dazzle of the artificially lit up structure.
Shehnaaz felt the drops of water fall on her face and then drip down her face and neck.She smiled at the feel of upcoming winters, her favorite season and let go a sigh. She wasn't anxious, but definitely nervous. Things like these were always scary no matter how long you had been together.
Draped in a resplendent lehenga, she was a vision of ethereal beauty. Her all white creamy pink attire, embellished with intricate silver embroidery ,the detailed stich of Zari and adorned with shimmering sequins, shimmered under the soft glow of chandeliers. The latkans at the back of her backless blouse held in detailed mirrorwork and silver threads created a hue of a dream. She was born a princess, and she was going to be a queen. The uncut white diamons radiated the soft shimmer of the hall as she descended down the staircase into the party room.
The richness of her outfit was complemented by her radiant smile, which illuminated the room with its warmth. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, flowing unrestricted along her body. She was wearing no maang teekas, no bangles, just the diamonds in her neck and ears, embracing her natural grace. With each step she took, the soft tinkling sound resonated, as if the very ground she walked on acknowledged her arrival.
His eyes fell.on her as he awaited her arrival down the stairs. Just as he saw her arrive, in front of hall full of people, announcing her upcoming union to him, made his heart swell with pride. He held Rita's hand a little tighter squeezing it a little. A man his age, was feeling the same, the woman thirteen years younger to him. They were both scared and excited at the same time.
"My kids better get their looks from you!" He spoke looking at Shehnaaz, as he walked to her, asking for her hand.
"I am scared!" She admitted like a little girl. She had always been this to him. All honest and upfront.
"Aaja!" He winked at her as she placed her hand into his and then turned around to see the world together!
"You look so handsome!" She spoke amidst the applause.His regal presence accentuated by a traditional white creamy kuta pajama, the same kind of works .
"Welcome to Shuklas!" Rita whispered into her ears, placing a kiss at her cheek. "You are the bravest and most headstrong woman,I have ever seen. And Sidharth couldn't have found anything better!" She added.
The greetings were exchanged, people met the couple , presented them.with gifts and congratulations. They kept smiling, clicking pictures with whosoever asked. The Dj played the music and couple danced,.singing along enjoying the very union they were being set upto.
Amidst the preparations, a tender moment unfolded, unnoticed by the bustling crowd. The couple found solace in a quiet corner, away from the chaos. Hand in hand, they exchanged affectionate glances, their eyes speaking volumes of love and understanding.
"I can hardly believe that this day has finally arrived," she murmured, her voice tinged with a blend of excitement and nervousness. "Miraal pooch rahi thi.ki, how had I imagined the wedding since childhood, par Sidharth I have never imagined a wedding, no engagement or wedding dresses. Mere sapno me kabhi shaadi thi hi nahi. But I am living it, and its surreal. This is a surprise. You are reason, Siddharth. Thank you for holding my hand, and being so patient with me." She spoke holding his hand and pressing a soft kiss at his hand
He smiled, his eyes reflecting the depth of his emotions. "My love, abhi tak ka har moment has only strengthened my conviction of you! I am grateful for your love, your unwavering faith in me"
Gently, he reached out and caressed her cheek, his touch imbued with tenderness. She leaned into his hand, cherishing the warmth of his touch.
Their love was a testament to the power of unity, a living testament that love knows no boundaries.
He nodded, his gaze fixed upon her as if she held the answers to all the mysteries of the universe. "Together, we shall build a life filled with love, respect, and understanding. Our journey begins now, and I am grateful to have you by my side."
As the soft melodies of classical music filled the air, the couple rejoined the celebration, ready to embark on their new chapter. The room came alive with joy and anticipation, as family and friends gathered to witness their union. In that moment, it was not just a union of two individuals, but a testament to the beauty of love, transcending so many differences and embracing the unity of hearts.
Sidharth lay in his room, it had been a week since the engagement, the festivities around the wedding had already started. In a few days he was finally getting married to her, to Shehnaaz. He looked up at the ceiling of his room, how life had come a literal circle.
"Baraat Dilli aaegi!" He remembered when Shehnaaz's father had said those words. That was the exact place they had met for the first time, and it was over eight years since they had first met. He recalled his associations with other women, his free ways of being with women and then his desperation to get married eventually, even if to anyone. Shehnaaz was however different, he had fallen in love with her, and that too without any realization of his own. He had been in love with her and then grown beyond is imaginations with her. His two way life of a fling or a marriage had changed into a concrete idea of love.
"Sidharth?", Rita spoke koncking at the door to his room.
Sidharth looked at the door and rose himself up, "You haven't been sleeping?" He asked, sitting along the bed, making space for Rita.
"Tu bhi toh nahi soya!" She spoke, placing an old collection of pictures on his bed. "Yeh sab dekh rahi thi, kitna badal gya tab se aaj tak!" She spoke opening the book, looking at the black at a few black and white pictures, ger parents or inlaws maybe. " Pta this is my album, from before I got married, before I met your dad, and then when I got married and had Preeti and you. Jab mai shaadi k baad tere daada daadi k gahr aai, toh yeh saath laayi thi. Kuch photo the, unme apna sab kuch samet liya tha. Har ladki karti hai, aur tab toh sirf yehi hota tha. Kuch dowry deke ghar wale bhej dete the. Bolte the you must leave your marital home only when you would be cremated!" She looked at the wall ahead and shrugged, while Siddharth kept looking at her.
"Asaan nahi hota. Naya ghar, naye log. Jo mostly hostile hote hai. Shehnaaz is slightly lucky, she's getting to inherit her parental assets. Par baaki khani uski bhi same hai. Even if her parents would kill you for hurting her, she would still be scared of breaking this marriage that she's getting into. " Rita spoke. It wasn't likely that Rita thought of Shehnaaz as a daughter or loved her. At the best, Shehnaaz had been a respectable competition but Rita knew she was a fellow women. And the fact that no man on earth would ever properly understand the story of a woman.
"Ladkiyan bhot bhadur hoti hai Siddharth, parsoo jab tu Baraat le kar usko laane jaega, woh tere saath akele aaegi. She's going to put so much faith into you when she does that. Us bharose ka maan rakhna. Marriages are not easy, but just promise me, tu poori koshish karega. Sabr rakhega. Kal mushkil din bhi aaege, tab bhi usko nahi todega. This marriage may work or may not work, but just don't hurt her, don't get bitter and if it comes to that sach bol kar, alag ho jana. Par ek doosre ko taklif nahi dena.!"
Sidharth smiled at his mother's words. His eyes slightly wet, he knew the kind of marriage she had suffered through. She knew what lies did, she knew what bitterness did. And it was only a woman like her that could ask her son to be easy and patient with a woman, she herself didn't like. That was what made a quality woman, respecting other women.
" I would mom. I would honor your word!"
"And one last thing, don't talk bitterly to her. Kabhi bhi, badtameezi se baat nahi karna, don't shout on her. Jab gussa are toh baat mat karna, par kabhi bhi bura mat bolna!"
The two and a half day prayer ritual had concluded and the Gills were into.the wedding festivities. It was a small homely and private affair. Only Shehnaaz's parents, her maternal side of family and a few friends were invited.
"No,no I have to dance!" She spoke looking at the girl applying mehndi. Tomorrow morning she was getting married.
The mehndi artist, stopped the moment she spoke in a higher audibles. The music, the merry , the beats and the dance had been calling her. "Naah! You have been dancing for two days. Put mehndi to your feet and sit at one place for the night!" Parminder spoke seeing her daughter get up. She walked to her, widening her eyes. "Aithe baija!" ( Sit here!")
"Mumma please! One last time, just one hour, fir I will sit to put mehndi!" As parminder nodded her in denial.
Shehnaaz almost sprinted to the center of the hall. The festivities were taking place at her parental home in Delhi. Pink and yellow, white and red roses decorating the hall, the warm lights, the glitz of a small but grandiose event happening!
"Ae nu cha haiga vyah da aunty!" ( Shes happy about getting married!") Miraal spoke walking upto Shehnaaz and holding her in a hug.
"Why are you guys ganged up on me,i like to dance and thats why i am dancing! Not because...ainu chaa..vyah da..." Shehnaaz spoke walking ahead, making a weird face.
"What?" Parmider asked her husband, while he kept looking at Shehnaaz. She was dressed in an earthy rustic red salwar suit with detailed golden zari and threadowrk. With a minimal amount of gold around her neck,ears and arms she looked like an etheral bride to be.
"Sana Chunni!" Parmider shouted, gesturing Shehnaaz to make sure that the duaptta stayed at her head covering her head.
"Shes grown up. And shes grown so beautiful. And so well behaved. She makes me so proud of her existence!" He spoke looking at his daughter, supporting himself with the pillar, while she along with her cousin and friends danced along the beats. "I wish we were a part of her growing up too. I wish we had been kinder to her, I wish life had been kinder to her!" He added, his heart still not at peace at what was lost.
"Yes, i wish things were a little different!" The mother added, wiping tears from her eyes.
"Pammi!" Her brother spoke looking at the couple. "Don't do this, this is her day. Smile and be happy for her. We all wish things had been different, but they aren't. If you cry, she'll take all the energy of pain with her to Mumbai. Just one day,.let it be only happiness!"
"She's happy!" Shehnaaz's grandmother spoke looking ahead at their daughter joyous and giggling. "I so wish Nirmal was here!"
She had the dupatta covering her head, her hair flowing. The wide and broad borders of her sleeves hung loose around her wrists. It was three in the morning and she was in her room. Her hands decorated in intricate patterns with henna, while her neatly cut nails had no paints. Her legs extended staright as the green of Mehndi stuck to her feet. She was getting married in a few hours and she looked just like that.
The dimly lit room was filled with an air of melancholy as Shehnaaz sat alone on her bedroom floor, clutching a photograph in her hands. Her face had a smile of longing as the tears streamed silently down her face, tracing paths of sorrow and longing. In the photograph, captured through the lens of happier times, Shehnaaz and Nirmal, stood side by side, their innocent smiles radiating pure joy. It was a bittersweet reminder of the bond they never really shared, a bond that death had cruelly severed.
Over fifteen years had passed since that fateful day-the day that forever changed their lives. The tragedy had struck, and in an instant, everything was shattered. The accident, like a merciless storm, had swept away the lightness in Shehnaaz's heart. The car crash had snatched Nirmal away, stealing her laughter, her warmth, and her future.
As Shehnaz stared at the photograph, her heart ached with a yearning that could never be fulfilled. "Hey !" Spoke rubbing her fingers over Nirmal's face. "I am getting married!" She added. "Do you know that? Would you have been happy if you were here? Would you have danced with me? Would you have applied vatna to me. ? " she spoke looking at the baby in the picture. But the picture wouldn't answer.
She kept looking for a few moments and then spoke, her words carried on a fragile breath. "I'm so sorry, Naanu. I miss you more than words can say. I wish you were here with me now. I hope you forgive me one day! "
She closed her eyes, picturing Niraml's face in her mind, etching the image onto her soul. She could almost feel the warmth of her sister's tiny hand in hers, and the weight of her gaze, so full of love and innocence.
As the makeup was done, Shehnaaz changed into the wedding dress. A traditional maroon lehnga with hints of greens and rusts and so many colors. Her designer had done a great job,mixing the piece with family dupatta she was going to wear.
"You look stunning!" Miraal spoke looking at Shehnaaz as she sat in front of the vanity. "Your moms getting the jewelry!"
"Sana! " Parmider spoke, gesturing Shehnaaz to sit on the bed, as the trays carrying her familial inheritance were presented. "This is all yours, the woman spoke lifting the silk cloth covering over the trays.
Shehnaaz looked at the jewellry, there were four of those trays,.full of jewels, precious stones and gold and silver and diamonds. It was an inheritance of over nine generations each time passed to the next. Her mother, maami and Miraal started to put the required jewelry onto her, while she let out a held breath. She had a family heirloom handed to her, the weight of yearlong emotions and traditions ground her. With each piece that she adored she felt like been let in on a piece of secret.
The final drapes of duptta were done. She was dressed up like a traditional sikh bride, in deep silks and maangteeka and jhoomar, the uncut diamonds gold and the maroon ivory chudas. The double drape silken dupattas and Kiran laces, the golden threadworks and gem stones and the metal works, made her look like a queen. She was one, she born into.it.
"The baraat has reached Rakabganj sahib, are you ready!" Her dad spoke opneing the door to her room. The moment his eyes fell on her, he felt his heart skip a beat. His princess, was a woman now. His eyes teared up at the sight, he felt an emotion unknown to his soul. The fact that daughters marry and move out of their parental homes, was a heart break enough. She would not belong to their world anymore. He took a step ahead and stood in front of her.
"You look so beautiful!" Her father spoke, moving his hand to her head, while she smiled. "You have grown so big, Sana. You were so tiny when you were born, little si. You could fit into my hand. The first words you said, the first steps you took, I remember all of them. You would hold my hand sleep, hath pakde toh bina tenu neend ni aundi si!" ( you wouldn't sleep without me holding your hand)
"Abba!" She spoke as water flowed into her eyes. So many things had gone so wrong with their story. "I am sorry if I have ever hurt you. I really am, abba. For speaking wrongly to you, for being rude, for so many other things. You always said, that Nirmal died in an accident, but I am sorry for her death. I am dad, and I did not hate her. Maybe I was a little jealous or envied her, but I didn't hate her and it hurts me that she died because of me!"
"Hey! Don't say. What ever happened wasn't right, but it's gone now. We have lost her, but we shouldn't lose you. Come sit here, i have to talk to you!"
"Hnji, dad?" She asked sitting on the edge of the bed while her father pulled table and sat in front of her.
"Shehnaaz you would be married in a an hour from now. It doesn't seen significant but it is. So much would change, from.now onwards Sidharth would be your family, next of kin. But that does not mean we won't be anything.We are your parents, and you can always walk back. Shaadiyan mushkil hoti hai, iska matlab nahi ki bhaag jana hai. Koshish karni hai, par khud se upar koi nahi. If you ever feel like the marriage is a compromise to your dignity, toh wapis aa jana. Just because its a love marriage doesn't mean, that you will have to carry it all life long. Be honest to each other, sach bolna, but kabhi bhi apni izaat pe compromise nahi karna! This is your home, and nothing would ever change that. We would always have your back!"
She held a pack of sliken clothing that she was to offer at the gurdwara, while she walked in. And that was when Siddharth saw her. She was a godness and no one could deny that. He eyes could not move past her and moved with her as she adorned in the resplendent hues of tradition carried the weight if a thousand stories, breathing life into the legacy passed down through generations. She bent at the center of the gurdwara paying her regards to the guru and then sat next to Sidharth.
"I love you!" Was the first sentence that came out of her, as she looked at him. His smile ever so charming. He was dressed up in a similar sherwani, his head covered. He squeezed her hand, smiling at her.
"You saw the videos I sent you for the wedding rituals?" She aksed.
"Yes, just the four pheras,where I would walk ahead and the wedding is done!"
"Ha, but walk slowly!" She winked at him.
It was about to be night. Shehnaaz and Sidharth walked out of the house, waiting next to the car, she was supposed to leave in. Her cousin held the door to the car making her sit inside, "Rona nahi aa!' He spoke teasing her when she didn't appear to shed a tear.
"Kutta!" She said hitting him at his arm, while pouting herself.
"Rone ko kya hai, she's just gotten married and she's happy!" Rita spoke.
Her father walked to Sidharth and held his hand. "I know that you love her, and I hope that you keep loving her. I trust you with that, but something ever changes in you and you stop loving her, do hurt her, do not make her cry,do not scar her or make her bitter. just bring her back to me, jaise le k ja rahe ho, waise hi, with the same pride she has in her. But when you take her remember that she's my daughter. We have killed for her and we can kill in future too!"
They clicked the key at the door lock and it opened. Sidharth had it all planned, the arrangements done as per their wedding night.
She held her lehnga and stepped inside. It was over eight years and they were back in same suite they had done the deed the first time.
"I like the idea. You got me into the same room. Usi raat ko soch liya tha kya aaj ki raat hogi!" She spoke turning around to face him. The room was dimly lit, warm lights and scented candles, the rose petals moving all the way to the bedroom. "Oh! Bhai saab this is so big! Pichli baar toh pta bhi nahi chala tha meko..."she was speaking when a violent sneeze left her system.
"Chhhuuihh!"" The sound came, and she looked up at him, rubbing her nose.
"Baby I know, suhaagraat and all. But aise koi sex nahi hoga, I would get an asthma attack!" She spoke sneezing again.
"Tujhe pasand thi na ,scented candles " Sidharth spoke sitting on the bed, as he drew his lips into a pout to blow air on the last one.
"Sirf collect karna! Jalana nahi!" She spoke rubbing her nose.
"Matlab sex nahi hoga?" He spoke pulling a pillow lower to his head while inclining along it, his eyes taking her in inch by inch. "Saala yeh itna lamba intzaar kia teko.yaha wapis laane ko!" He spoke poking his tongue to the side of his cheek.
She widened her eyes at him. "Siddharth!" Throwing a cushion in his direction. "Baby soch le, mujh se hi.milna hai, jo milna hai. And if you keep teasing me kuch nahi milega.!"
Sidharth looked at her speak. She stood next to the wall, supporting herself. He could see her chest heave up and down, she was nervous. He smirked. "Achha?" He spoke getting up from the bed, walking to her, as she stood by the wall.
"Are you sure about that?", he spoke towering her, looking keenly into her face. She looked into his eyes and in a moment turned those away from him. His intensity did something in her heart. She clutched the sides of her lehnga, while he moved his lips a little closer to her face.
"Test karu? Ki tu kya chahti hai?", he spoke blowing warm breath over her lips
"Sidharth!" She felt a mewl escape her mouth.,her hands went to hold his sherwani.
He smiled at her. She was his bride, his wife and right now dressed like a divine godness for him, she was his.
"Saanu?", he spoke in a low but heavy sound, lifting her chin with his index finger.
Their eyes met and she felt so light, she thought she would fall. He lifted her hand and kissed it, while his eyes looked into hers. "That time, back in this room, we made love for the first time. Aur subah tu fur. Naam bhi nahi pta tha tera. Five years later I met you, pta nhi pyaar tha ya kya, the moment I saw you, I recognized you. The feeling of your body against mine, your breath, the way you had moaned my name.that night, all of that came rushing to.me. I am so gald that we are back here, together. As a man and wife. Tab koi promises nahi the, but this time I am going to promise. A promise of truth, faith, patience. I promise I would cherish you all my life and try my best to make the best of us. Kabhi I would lag, tab I want you to hold my hand and guide me. Our story has been that of equals, but I would not shy away from asking your help, you are my best friend and you would remain so. I love you and I would try my best to love you to.the very end. Yaha se I wish to die in your arms, thats what's left. To see you when I finally close my eyes.!"
"Oye! Pagal aadmi. Kyu senti ho raha hai. Aur mujhe bhi kar raha hai. I love you Sidharth!" She spoke tracing his jaw. Her eyes full.of love. "I am the most blessed woman on earth, that I got to experience your love. You didn't give up on me. I wouldn't too, ever. Har din kal se behtar pyaar Dungi. Marte toh sab hai, toh not till the end, but next life fir uske baad wali..kisi na kisi me toh mileage. Tab continue karege! But right now idr hai toh lets make the best of it. "
"Itna pyaar hai tujhe in cartoon characters se!" He spoke placing the tab to the side,she walked out to the sofa. She had just taken a bath and got out of her wedding clothes.
"I thought why waste money on those skimpy, hide nothing lacy stuff. Any ways you won't let those stay on me, toh fir yehi sahi hai!" She said.
"Come here! He spoke pulling her to him, making her land on his thighs.
"Smart toh tu hai!" He said,wrapping his arms around her.
Her hands landed at his chest, while she looked at him. "I know you love me and my thighs too!" He whispered into her ears making her skin break into goosebumps. He started at her face and her lips, moving closer. "Shall we?" He spoke, as she parted her lips a little. He passionately captured her lips moving closer into her. His hands gripped her bottoms, sqeezing them, as her hands went to the edges of his face, softly brushing the soft stubble. As the kiss went deeper, Shehnaaz moved her body, softly grinding him arousing him more.
"I can never get have enough of this!" He spoke cupping her breast, while she kept moving in his lap. As the moment intensified his lips started to move lower her face, trailing kisses down her neck, making her breaths rush. He felt her wet folds press against his thigh,earning a groan from him.
He took an ample amountnof flesh at her chsest between his teeth biting it.
"Sidharth, Fuck!" She moaned at the pain. He moved lower her chest and latched onto her nipple from over the cloth,as his fingers went between her folds toying with her clit.
"Ahmm" she moaned at his act, feeling her core throbbing. He continued the act, pushing a finger inside while his thumb worked along the clit, making her flood over his thighs.
She hid her face in the crook of his neck, they hadn't even started and he had her. He took his lips away from her, looking at her.
"Look here !" He commanded raising her head to his eyes. " I have just begun with you!" He spoke holding her bud between his thumb and index finger, drawing patterns. The deep color of her aerola contrastingly visible against the white wet t shirt at her chest.
"Ahm!" She moaned as he moved in and out of her. Her core already stimulated made slik sounds at the movement, while he went deeper inside her. She lay on the bed, with him on top of her, looking into her.
"Oh God! "She covered her mouth trying to stop the sinful noises that came out if her.
"Shh!" He said pulling her hand up. "Don't! I know you like it!" He said gripping her waist, moving deeper while his lips crashed on hers. Her breath shortened and she gripped his shoulder tighter, she felt her guts tightening as she spoke, " Sidharth, I think, I am .."
"I know, i know!" He blew cold air over her wet nipples, thursting harder. She rolled her eyes!
"M...More!" She whispered moving her lips against his, making him chuckle darkly.
"This desperation is so welcome!" He spoke. His actions fastened, hitting her spot, earning a sharp scream from him.
"Oh fuck!"
Sidharth moved to capture her lips without letting his pace fall. "Please fill me up!" She managed to whisper between her heavy breaths, pushing her hips upwards.
"You wanna me that up!" He groaned nibbling at her skin, the back of his fingers fondling at her entrance. Her hands clutched his hair tight, as his groped her breasts, Slightly squeezing them adding more pleasure to he body.
"Yes please do it!" She spoke with an urgency as tongue grazed along her neck and collar bone. His lips latched around her nipple, making her arch back, fisting the satin sheets tight.
"Sidharth please!" She spoke opening her eyes looking into him.
"Just a little more bub!" He answered,pulling out a condom. "We can try for kids if you want, I can wait a few years before heavy work starts. Maybe we can have children in next two or three years!"
"You sure?", he asked ,as she nodded. "I love you!" He spoke moving into her with a powerful thurst. Her guts tightened, her head clouded with lust as he continued his act, while she tried to hold her climax. Her legs trembled but he kept her in place, holding her thighs.
"Oh Godd!" A loud moan escaped out of her as he rubbed her slit, she felt breath leave her body, as he increased her pace.
"Not God, you take my name " he spoke intensifying his movement.
"Sidharth!"
"Yes baby!" He kept the pace, he knew was close. "Come Shehnaaz, for me!" He whispered into her ears as she let go of herself, as he joined her.
She lay naked in tge bed, the bodily juices having made a mess on the sheets. Her body painted like a canvas, drops of sweat on flushed flesh. He lept looking as her chest heaved. He couldn't believe she was his. Raising his head on his elbow he kept looking till she recovered from what she had just experienced.
"Was that enough, or should I fill you up again!" He asked, tarcing the flesh on her chest with his finger.
"Let me go!" She spoke pushing gently at his chest.
"Stay I am not done yet!"
"Not done yet. I haven't worn a thing for last sixteen hours. What would make you be done?"
He moved lower on her body, placing his lips at her folds. "Nothing! You are an addiction " he spoke parting her legs wide for him, moving his tongue over there.
"Ammm" her toes curled at his act. She was so fragile at his act."We have to go to Mumbai for the reception!" She spoke.
He rose his head up, looking at her, "one more time!"
"Me on top?" She spoke looking at him, her expression unsure.
He held her hand, making her look at him, "Try karegi, i am sure you will do good."
"Sidharth, i haven't done this, I am not sure!"
"Shh! This way you can look into my eyes, we would face each other. Trust me ek baar try kar, tu kar paaeg!"
Shehnaaz needed to look.into his eyes to have sex with him. Years of therapy and still she needed the assurance of his eyes. The scars of a violated childhood could never be erased. But she was lucky she had found her Sidharth.
"Move a little faster!" He groned in her ears holding her waist. His fingers digging into her skin making her whimper, but she didn't stop.
Her movements along his made them both groan.
"Just like that!" Sidharth spoke, guiding her with his body.
His palms traveled along her body, sweat beads breaking on his forehead as his hand went to her core, runbing her clit, while the other hand pressed at her breast." You ard so hot sana!" He spoke adding to the pace. His hands stimulated her and she increased her pace
"Slow down, bub!" He held her waist, as his own body did tge exact opposite of the words. The expression of his face, the sweat trickling down his neck, did something to her. He was at her mercy , fully submitted to his will as he rode him. She bent down taking his lips for a kiss, while squeezing at the hand that held her breast.
"Ugh! " he groaned submitted himself to her will, while she kept moving. Their eyes locked intk each other. In a blink of an eye he held her both hands and turned her around. Her nipples pressed against his chest. Their lips molded into each other as they jept moving, " You are getting too ahead, Sana!"
"We have missed our flight!" She spoke waking up.
"Yes thanks to you!" Sidharth teased.
"Me? What did i do you fucker!" She spoke.
"Why did you have to be so hot!" He spoke pulling her to the edge of the bed.
"Yrr guests hum log k.liye aaege, and we are here.."
"We will take a chartered plane! Abhi chup!" He spoke opened her legs wide, placing his lip at her clit.
"Fuckk, Siddharth " she felt herself shake at a mere touch.
"Why are you so sensitive sana? He spoke gliding his tongue along, while he pushed two of fingers inside her. Her body already over stimulated.
"No...M .more, Siddharth. Please I am tired!" She blurted out.
The moment it came, he stopped. "You don't have to say please! I would do as you command!"
She smiled as he slipped out of bed, makinv her close her eyes at the blessing he was.
"You shouldn't be having pain, Sana . Sonogram does not indicate to any problem. But it happens sometimes!" Vikaas spoke taking the gloves off his hands.
"Shulini k time I had an easy pregnancy. Is baar kyu aisa ho raha hai . You know i can't sleep all night, its getting so tiring!" She spoke get up the bed. It was her trimester. "Last time was so easy."
He chuckled at her. "Normally second pregnancies are easier than the first ones. Tere case me tu hai, kuch toh alag hoga na!" He spoke passing her a glass if juice.
"Meko laga tha asaan hoga, nahi hai. Shula doesn't sleep na kisi ko sone deti hai, i have to be in Delhi and come back and hospital, thak jaati hu mai. You know last month I was talking to mom about staying at home. Woh aisa chillyi mere pe!"
"Of course teri maa hai."
"She said ghar oe rukugi, toh aadat ho jaegi. Bacche ya career me se ek ko chun ne ki. Aise din kat jaata hai, kaam karte Katie!"
"Mittal se baat ho rahi thi, bol rahi hai, it would be cesarean again?" He asked.
"Yrr mai nahi bear kar sakti labour pains!"
The living room is in a state of organized chaos. Toys are scattered across the floor, and the furniture is adorned with baby accessories,.while Shehnaaz held her daughter in her lap, cooing into her ears. "Shuilini, shulini, Shula!" She spoke poking her nose into her daughters cheek, while the year old baby tried to take it into her mouth.
Shehnaaz lover her. She was her first born, but something about the second pregnancy was annoying her. She was being overly annoyed with almost everything. The work , the child and another up coming child was leaving her exhausted.
"Neela !" She yelled for the maid., and the woman came rushing.
"Kitna time lagta hai bottle boil karne me. Isko burp kar dia Maine. Abhi isko Sula de please, and check her diaper too. Mai naha k aati hu, jab so jae toh mere paas rakh dena!"
Shuilini had barely started to crawl and that meant everything around would be in a tornado. She pull all the things from one place to another, refuse to drink milk at times. Raising a child was a tough job.
Shehnaaz woke up, and looked at the scene. Her husband and daughter paying with things, littering things here and there. Sidharth had become another child after Shula's birth.
Shehnaaz rollee her eyes, " Sidharth seriously?I can't believe this mess... It's like a tornado hit this place." She spoke pouting at him and walking his side.
Shuilini noticed her mother and giggled, oblivious to the annoyance she had caused.
"Teri mom says yeh tere pe gyi hai!" Sidharth teased making her sit on his lap, his hand gently caressing over her abdomen.
"Yrr this is crazy. Aise toh pagal ho jae ge hum log! And to think, I'm going to do this all over again soon, is making me crazy!
Shuilini crawlee towards her mother, holding up a toy for her to see. Shehnaaz manages a small smile blow her a kiss despite her annoyance.
"Oh, that's a nice toy, Shul!" She whispered as Sidharth picked his daughter to Shehnaaz's lap.
Shuilini placed the toy on her mother's lap, then reaches for another one, causing even more toys to fall off the couch.
"I don't remember being this tired during my first pregnancy."
Shula not understanding her mother's words, continued to play, seemingly unfazed.Shehnaaz watched her daughter for a moment, her frustration turning into a mixture of guilt and fatigue. She placed a kiss at her daughter's cheek.
"It's not your fault, sweetheart. Mommy's just had a long day."
"Hang in there, Saanu It'll get better. Mai hu na. Just a few more months!"
Sidharth spoke placing a kiss at her cheek.
Shehnaaz took a deep breath, mustering the energy to join Shuilini in her play. Despite her annoyance and fatigue, the love for her children shone through as she started engaging with her little one, looking forward to the moments they'll share together, messy and all.
"Its a girl Shukla!" Dr Maithli Mittal, the lead surgeon said walking out of the OT.
"Can we see her and Shehnaaz. How is she?" He spoke instantly.
"She's good, her sutures are done. She'll be good to see you, abhi shes fallen asleep. "
Visual held the baby wrapped in a clean cloth. " Congratulations Sidharth, your daughter is finally here. And to you too Mrs Shukla, and Dr Gill!" He spoke passing the baby into Sidharth's hand.
"Shes very healthy. 3.2 kgs." He spoke looking at the baby.
Shehnaaz had been shifted to another room, she was finally off the effects of anesthesia. But still very tired and exhausted. Her eyes fell on her mother as she walked into the room, with her daughter.
"Hold her!"the woman spoke, placing the newborn ontl Shehnaaz's arm. The moment she saw the baby Shehnaaz's eyes teared up.
"Hey!" She spoke looking at Rita and then the girl.
"Sidharth neeche hai, some paper work!" Rita spoke. "And your dad and he have distributed sweets in entire hospital!"
Sidharth saw her holding the baby in her hands, the baby latched on to the mothers bosom, while Shehnaaz looked at her with love. Sidharth walked closer and placed his hand over Shehnaaz's head.
"Thank you! " he whispered softly sitting besides her., his fingers tarcing the baby's tiny hands, while she had her first meal.
"Take this!" Her dad said, passing a pen to Shehnaaz. It was an old Parker, maybe a hundred year old. "Give it to her!"
Shehnaaz looked at Siddharth as he nodded. "Hello beautiful, this is your mom!" She spoke as tbe girl looked at her with wide open eyes. Shehnaaz held the pen in fingers and gently placed it into the girl's hand. A family tradition at Shehnaaz's home. Signifying the strength that girls would carry.
"Naam socha Shehnaaz?", Rita asked, looking at the girl.
Shehnaaz looked up, at her husband, her mother and her dad and then she smiled at the girl. Sidharth held her hand and pressed it a little, assuring her that he was with her .
"Niraml. Nirmal kour Gill!" She spoke as the baby smiled
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