Soumya: "Pati patni ki tarah matlab? Jaisey hum abhi rehtey hain?" she needed to know what was on his mind. She could read the emotions writ large on his handsome features pain, excitement, fear. "Kahiye na" she pleaded and had felt his hold on her grow tighter.
Harman: "Shayad bata nahin paaunga" he whispered.
"Per dikha sakta huun." He tenderly cupped her face in his hands planting copious kisses on her beauteous face. His lips travelled a fiery path from her eyes to her pert nose. Hovering slightly over her velvet lips he claimed them as his own. He felt her tremble yet did not let go. His mouth increasing the pressure on hers making her gasp, allowing him to taste her sweetness. He did not stop rather drew her in to him burning hot kisses on her collarbone and exposed neck. He could feel her stiffen in his hold, he understood she needed room and had let go of her. He noticed she grasped his kurta, her face depicting her raw sensations. Her colored cheeks, her glazed eyes, and that confused expression.
"Aur buhut kuch" he stated placidly distancing himself from her. Yet his heart thudded wildly in his chest. He had breathed heavily just touching her made him go so wild how was he to maintain distance from her at this rate.
Soumya who was transfixed by Harman's electrifying touch on her body sat stunned, what was it that she felt...? Was that what women sensed when their husbands touched them with such passion. Was this what Harman wanted from her, a right over her body? Part of her wanted to dance and sing in happiness that her husband desired her. That in spite of her gender his love for her was ready to overlook all those flaws. Harman left the bed and stood near the open windows looking at the empty sky. His raging longings having somewhat reined he closed his eyes. The anxiety in Soumya's eyes hadn't escaped him and he wasn't sure if she wanted him at all. His trained ears picked up the rustle of the bedspread and the shuffle of her feet. He could hear her breathing near him probably trying to broach him making him smile at her innocence.
Soumya: "Harman jee" she called him yet he remained unfazed. Had she somehow upset him, the thought alone was gut wrenching.
"Harman jee" she called out again and when he still hadn't acknowledged her she gently touched his arm.
"Please baat kijiye mujh se." She couldn't bear him distraught with her, her eyes shining with unshed tears and he had given in. His arms folded over his chest he turned around to look at her.
Harman: "Kiya kahun? Kehna to tumko haina," he reminded her softly.
Soumya: "Aap jo kaheingey main kerney ko tayyar huun," she assented to his wishes head bent, tears shining on her wet cheeks.
Harman: "Tum jaanti ho na tumharey aansu mujhey dard detey hain."
Soumya: "Sorry," she hurriedly wiped her tears twisting her fingers in misery.
Harman observed her flushed face and rapid blinking. Was she agreeing because of him or did she really want to take their relationship to the next level? Holding her hands in his he asked her the same in answer to which she had taken a step forward and rested her head on his chest; fitting in his arms as if she had always meant to be there.
Soumya: "Main aap sey duur nahin reh sakti Harman jee, main aap sey... main aap sey buhut pyaar kerti hun. Mujhey yaqeen hai aap jo bhi kareingey merey liye acha hoga" her faith in him astounded him.
Harman: "Per Soumya ho sakta hai tumhain surgery kerwana parey... meri wajah sey tumhain takleef ho yeh main kaisey sahunga?" The latter part was self-conversation making Soumya smile through her tears.
Soumya:"Koi bhi takleef uss takleef sey to zyada nahin hogi jo mujhey aapsey duur rehney per hoti hai Harman jee," she bared her heart to him. She was sobbing now, her fingers resting on his kurta and he felt it soak with her tears.
Breaking their hug he wiped away her tears. "Soumya agar aaisey rogi to yeh nahin ho paayega mujhse.Pata nahin doctor kiya kaheyga, pata nahin kitna waqt lageyga?"
He would've filled her in with more of his apprehensions but she had shaken her head stopping his train of thought. Her eyes shone and her lips formed a soft smile indicating her shy consent.
Soumya: "Aap hongey na merey saath Harman jee?" That one answer would seal the deal for her; if he was with her she could die and still not regret it.
Harman: "Hamesha!" he whispered crushing her to him, she was his and his she would remain.