Romance under the stars

angelfire78

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Mishti takes Abir a little further away from the campsite. “Yeh kahan leke ja rahe ho Mishti?”

Mishti looks at him and smiles. “Kyun? Darr lag raha hai? Tum akele, athletic body wale deep voice, silky smooth hair...kisi ke bhi mann mein galat khayal aa sakte hain, right?” Both of them smile, remembering.

“Tape recorder kahin ki,” Abir says absently. Then his tone changes and he comes closer. “Waise aaj tumhare irraade jo bhi hon, mujhe kuch problem nahi hai.”

They look into each other’s eyes and Abir pushes Mishti’s hair behind her ear. He puts his hand around her waist and pulls her closer. He rubs her lower lip gently and Mishti tries to bite his finger. Abir is startled. “Arre ye kya hai?” Mishti beckons to him to come closer. He bends forward to hear and Mishti whispers, “Badla le rahi hoon. Nashe mein pata hai tumne kitni baar try kiya mujhe kaatne ko?” Abir pulls her closer, “Really?” Mishti manages to nod her head. Abir whispers huskily, “Tumhe jo karna hai kar lo. Main toh yahi khada hoon.”

Mishti stands there looking at him with her hands on his chest. Abir pouts and says, caressing her face, “Pata hai, meri biwi ne mujhe ab tak...” Mishti raises up to her toes and shuts him up with a kiss, “...ek kiss diya hai,” he finishes. Then he completely surrounds her face with his hands and they kiss again more deeply. Finally, both of them come up for air. They slowly come out of the haze they are in and Mishti is a little flustered.

“Ab chalo. Sona hai ki nahi?” Abir sees she is feeling shy, “Pata hai, jab se hamari shaadi hui, ya toh tum so rahe ho ya main. Tumhe nahi lagta humein kuch aur karna chahiye?” “Shut up, Ajeeb Rajvansh. Hum bahar hain. Kabhi bhi kisi ko kuch chahiye toh yahan aa sakta hai. Maine woh teachers ko bola hai ki kuch problem ho toh humein bula len.” “Humein kyun? Nanko aur Kuhu paas hai na uss room mein. Unhe kyun nahi?” “Kyunki ye tumhara NGO ka kaam hai. Chalo!”

There is a tent with sleeping bags laid out and ready. Abir stops outside. “Arre tent ke andar kyun? Bahar accha hai na.” “Agar koi janwar aa gaye toh? Yahan toh fire bhi nahi hai.” “Meri angry, violent biwi ko dekh kar sab bhaag jayenge.” Abir looks sideways at Mishti, “Mujhe apni biwi ke saath taare ginne hain.” ”Taare ginne hain?” With a sigh Abir says, “Chalo, main chand se hi kaam chala leta hoon.” Mishti smiles and pulls him inside. “Andar chalke toh dekho.”

The top of the tent is a mesh and they can see the sky. They lay down in the sleeping bags and look up at the moon and stars. “Champaner hamara pehla trip tha.  Kitna kuch ho gaya uske baad. Hai na? Kitna ajeeb journey tha aur ab hum wapas yahin hai.” 

Abir turns and looks at Mishti.

“Tum chalo agar saath toh

Raaste manzil se behtar

Is chand ko is raat ko

Kal karenge yaad hum

Ke is lamhe hue the 

Ishq mein barbaad hum

Ab toh bas ek khwaab hai

Ho tere honton pe hasi

Tum muskuraye toh lagta hai

Nayi duniya hai basi

Dil ki duniya janta hai 

Kaun bolo dil se behtar

Tum chalo agar saath toh

Hain raaste manzil se behtar”

Mishti stares at him mesmerized as he says this.

“Uss raat jab hum scooty pe the, tab yeh khayal mann mein hi reh gaya. Main samajh nahi pa raha tha ki tumhe kaise manaon.” “Aur phir next day propose bhi kiya.” “Arre woh toh main dikha raha tha ki kaise propose karna hai. Tumko kaun propose kar raha tha?” “Accha?” 

Mishti sits up, 

“Dil mera machal gaya

jaise chaand raat mein morni

mere naseeb mein likhi hai

ek angry si chorni”

“Angry chorni toh main hi hoon!” Abir pulls her back down next to him, “Meri angry chorni,” he says, “Khichdi chor toh tumhare samne kuch nahi hai.” “Khichdi chor?” Abir smiles, “Woh ek din Nanko aur main bahar khaane gaye. Maine khichdi order kiya aur jab hum call attend karne gaye toh kisi ne meri khichdi se aadha chura liya.” “Ek note tha kya?” Abir is surprised, “Haan, note bhi choda. Mishti...tum?” “Tumhari zindagi ek main hi chor hoon,” Mishti says with a satisfied smile. “Angry chorni, cinderella-type chor, aur ab khichdi chor. I should have known!” Abir says smiling. “Aur kaun chori bhi karke note bhi chodta?” “Main toh London se wapas aayi thi apna hak wapas lene.” 

Abir gets up on one elbow to look at Mishti. “Ab toh sara hak hai,” he says suggestively. “Abir humein...” Mishti trails off breathlessly as Abir runs his hand up from her hip to her waist “...sona chahiye.” Mishti holds on to his hand. “Mujhe toh lagta hi nahi hai ki hamari shaadi hui hai. Love marriage ki hai aur ab tak aisa kuch bhi nahi kiya jo...” “Shut up Ajeeb Rajvansh! So jao!” 

“Accha, ab bol rahi ho so jao aur kal mujhe utane ki kaise koshish kar rahi thi. Shayari bhi ki.” Mishti is surprised, “Tumne suna?” “Arre itni achi shayari sunke toh mujhe utna hi pada. Dara diya tha na tumhe?” Mishti nods her head, “Bahut!” “Sorry!”

Abir rubs her cheek soothingly and then holds her hand in his and rubs her wrist. “Yeh kya kar rahe ho Abir?” “Jo adhoora reh gaya use poora kar raha hoon.” Mishti looks at him enquiringly. “Pehli rasoi ke din, main toh tum mein kho gaya par tum toh mujhe distract karne ki koshish kar rahi thi,” he says as he presses a soft kiss to her palm. “Tumhara haath kitna chota hai.” Mishti kisses his palm too, “Aur tumhara kitna bada hai! I you love Abir,” Mishti says, snuggling her face into his hand. Abir smiles, “I you love too Mishti, lekin yeh thoda galat nahi ho gaya?” 

Mishti is too sleepy to answer. “Tum so jao Mishti. Do din se theek se nahi soya hai.” Abir runs his hand through Mishti’s hair until she falls asleep. He places a kiss on her forehead and then settles back comfortably. He looks up and says “Thank you partner,” then he also falls asleep.