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PART 15
That night, Angad left home to go to Kripa's flat…it was raining heavily…. pouring like the heavens had opened its floodgates. He parked his car on the street and ran out to Kripa's building….. but by the time he reached the elevators, he was soaked.
Kripa opened the door, she exclaimed: Oh My God! Tum toh bilkul bheeg gaye ho….jaldi andar aao….aur apney kapdey badal lo….
Angad sneezed loudly as he came in….Kripa said: Main abhi tumharey liye garam chai banakar laati hoon….
Angad sneezed again and sat down on a wooden chair, avoiding the couches so he wouldn't make them wet. Kripa ran to her parents' bedroom and took out a kurta pajama belonging to her father. She couldn't give him her own T-shirt and pajamas…he would never fit into them.
She gave the kurta set to Angad and asked him to change in the bathroom attached to the Guest room. He didn't argue, just nodded and went to change into dry clothes. By the time he emerged, looking all fresh and debonair in the white kurta, she had piping hot tea ready in large mugs. She had also fried some onion pakoras for him.
He grinned in delight: Wow, THIS IS GREAT! Jaaneman, tumney toh kamaal kar diya…baarish ke mausam mein garma-garam chai aur pakodey"
He sat down at the table and dug into the pakodas and sipped hot tea: AAHHHH! This is the life! Chai, pakodey, baarish aur (he caught Kripa's hand as she passed him) aur tumhara saath! That's all I want ….
Kripa smiled and blushed at his amorous looks at her : Jaao jaao, itna maska mat lagaao, shadi ke baad agar zyada gadbad nahin kee toh roz pakodey banakar doongi"
Cant wait for it ! he grinned gleefully….Ab batao dinner per kya banaa rahi ho?
Dinner? Main akeli kyun banaoon? Tumhey bhi help karna padega" she said archly.
Zaroor! Bandaa haazir hai…..bolo kya madad karoon?
Kripa laughed: Pehley chai toh pee lo…thandi pad jayegi"
After tea, Angad and Kripa went into the kitchen and cooked dinner together. Kripa made him cut the vegetables while she made the masalas and kneaded the dough. Angad sniffed and cried as he cut onions but he did a fairly good job with the other veggies. He glanced at Kripa as he worked. Her hair had come loose from the ponytail and swung in soft curls around her pretty face ….which was flushed from cooking over the hot stove. He admired her silently, fantasizing about making love to her on the kitchen counter. Kripa took the cut veggies from him, laughed a little at the odd-shaped ones and then poured them into the hot oil.
They felt like a much-married couple, working together in the close confines of the kitchen. She looked at him from the corner of her eyes….he looked very handsome in the white kurta…..like a Prince! She reddened further at her own wayward thoughts.
Angad, zara upar ke shelf se namak pass karo na…..she ordered him around as if he was already her husband.
He reached upward from behind her, in the process his tall body pressed full frontal against her back…..she almost dropped her wok at that intimate pressure. She sucked in her breath and moved away from him. He smiled secretly and handed her the salt. She didn't look at him, just mumbled a soft Thanks.
He watched her closely as she rolled out the dough….she shifted self-consciously under his intense gaze : Angad, please dining-table per plates laga dogay….main cooking khatam karti hoon"
Angad grinned: Of course, Madam! Jo hukum!
He left the kitchen to set the table, she breathed a sigh of relief….having him so close to her was making her all hot and bothered. Her control over herself was slipping. She couldn't risk that!
She came out with the cooked dishes and saw the table was perfectly arranged with plates, glasses, cutlery, napkins, jug of water ready….he had even managed to find two tall candles from somewhere and lit them. It was a completely romantic setting. Kripa blushed with a pleased look at him.
Kaisa laga? He grinned, then cleared his throat theatrically: Welcome Madame, to Caf Le Angad! he bowed with a flourish, took the bowls of food from her and put them on the table.
He pulled back her chair, she sat down…. he turned off the main light so the table was illuminated only by the candles. He poured water in their glasses, raised his glass to hers: "Heres to the first dinner cooked by my future wife…and many more to come….Cheers!"
Kripa laughed, clinked her glass to his and they started serving each other and enjoyed the hot parathas and vegetable curry and each other's company by candlelight. Outside the storm raged unabated!
After dinner, they watched TV for a little while, but then the transmission got disrupted because of bad weather outside. Angad got up, yawned, stretched and said: Bhai, mujey toh neend aa rahi hai, main sonay chala….Goodnight, Kripa!
She looked at him and smiled: Okay, main bhi chali….mujey bhi neend aa rahi hai….Goodnight!
Both retired to their rooms …they lied of course….both stayed awake in their beds, listening to the sounds of thunder, of battering rain on the eaves, wondering about what the other was doing at that moment. Just a thin wall separated them from each other. So near, yet so far…..their hearts palpitated and thundered alongwith the storm outside.
Suddenly a violent gust of wind threw open Kripa's window and the window panes broke with a shattering crash! Raindrops blew into the room with the rushing wind…..Kripa cried out in alarm, sprang out of bed and ran to the window to try and fix it.
Angad heard her cry from the other room….he jumped out of bed and rushed to her room: KRIPAA….KYA HUA? TUM THEEK HO ?
AAAHHH" Kripa cried out in pain….her foot had fallen on a piece of glass and embedded it inside.
Angad switched on the light and saw her near the broken window, holding her raised foot and crying in pain : KRIPA WAIT, DON'T MOVE!
He put on a pair of slippers, went to Kripa, lifted her up in his arms and carried her to the Living-room. He put her down on the sofa and checked her foot….a small piece of glass jutted out of the tender skin underneath.
"First aid box kahan hai?" he asked urgently.
Kitchen mein, shelf per…….Kripa bit her lips with pain.
He brought the First –Aid box, pulled out the glass piece so gently, she barely felt it......he cleaned her wound with mercurochrome, then applied a gauze bandage around her foot, neatly securing the wound. She watched him with adoring fascination. He was so gentle and caring with her….she felt her heart doing strange somersaults, her insides melted at his tender touch. He looked up gravely after he was done bandaging her foot: Are you okay? He met her eyes with concern .
She nodded….then suddenly reached out and cupped his lean cheeks in her hands: Tum mera kitna khayal rakhtey ho….tum meri zindagi mein nahin hotay toh main…..main shayad mar hi jaati….Tears came into her eyes, all her pent-up emotions spilling over as rain from her heart.
Shhhh….he touched her lips….aisi baat kabhie mat kehna…..main agar naa bhi rahoon, toh bhi tum zinda rahogi…merey liye, apney aapkey liye"
NAHIIN….main tumharey bina mar jaoongi" she cried out and flung herself into his arms, clinging to him desperately! His arms went around her…his eyes closed, relishing her softness, her warmth. Suddenly he realized that she was quite wet, the lashing rain from the broken window had made her wet…her nightgown clung to her rounded curves snugly…he had been so worried about her foot, he hadnt noticed it before.
Tum bheeg gayi ho, he whispered into her neck.
Haan….she whispered into his neck.
Change nahin karogi? He asked softly……
Nahin……she mumbled……he could feel her hard little buds pressing into his chest. Desire pulsed in him, roaring like thunder in his body. He pressed her closer….his lips brushed the curve of her neck…… he touched the delicate skin with the tip of his tongue, licking her tenderly, tasting her skin. She shivered and moaned….clinging tightly to him.
Her soft mounds were crushed into his muscular chest….. he tugged at her ponytail, releasing the long, thick hair down her shoulders……his fingers looped through her tresses….he pulled her head back with a sudden jerk. She gasped, looked at him with surprise….his eyes caressed her face, lingering on her parted lips, slightly moist, curved like a Cupid's bow. His eyes met hers…..a question in them, a hunger that needed to be appeased….she answered him silently with surrender in her eyes….his mouth came down on hers, hard, passionate, pressing deeply. His tongue slipped inside her lips, probing, caressing, stroking her inside. She licked his tongue with hers, making both shiver in reaction…her body tightened and shimmered with arousal. His hands came down her neck to her softness…he cupped her gently and squeezed. His fingers rubbed and pinched the hard little buds, making them swell. Kripa trembled and moaned with delicious agony, arching upwards under his hands… ….
As his mouth played inside hers, his hands kneaded, rubbed, plucked the swollen tips….. shards of pleasure shot down from her tips to her tender parts …she cried out and trembled violently. He groaned into her mouth….suddenly he let her go, she fell amongst the cushions. He pulled off his kurta over his head…he was bare-chested…his naked skin gleaming in the soft light. She looked at him with wonder….her throat dried with desire at the sight of his rugged body, rippling muscles, broad shoulders. She felt a rush of warmth inside her, flooding her…..weakening her completely. She wanted him, more powerfully than she had ever wanted anything in her life…she wanted him with all her heart and soul, wanted to belong to him, wanted to possess him as her own forvever ! Their eyes met with mutual hunger…..She reached out for him, her lips on his skin…warm, pulsing alive ….she rained kisses on his chest….her hands exploring him restlessly, feeling the taut skin stretched over hard muscles, his hard male tips, his buff body making her crazy with wanting.
He pulled her nightgown upwards…she didn't resist, letting him pull it off …she was bare from waist up….her soft mounds round and plump, swelling, thrusting upwards. He looked his fill, awestruck, worshipping her naked beauty. She let his eyes devour her, shyly looking down…suddenly he pulled her into his arms, crushing her bare chest against his….bare skins touching, her hardened buds digging into his chest. He claimed her mouth passionately, then got up from the couch, lifted her in his arms and carried her into his bedroom.
Angad laid her down on the bed…..and slowly slid her undergarment down her legs. She was completely bare, vulnerable, open to him….He moved up to her face, looking at her… she closed her eyes with virginal shyness. He rained kisses on her face, neck and chest….his lips closed over her swollen tips in gentle suction…she gasped and arched in a bow of delight….his mouth wandered lower, placing gentle kisses down her shivering skin….light, feather-soft kisses….over her quivering belly, her curving waist, flaring hips, smooth thighs. Her body was a wonderland….his hands and mouth were travellers, charting unexplored, unknown territories. His hand cupped and stroked her gently, probing, rubbing….she lay under his wandering hands, head thrashing with pleasure….back arching, moaning loudly. His fingers touched her….she spasmed with fierce pleasure, crying out his name. He couldn't wait anymore….he had to possess her, make her his own…..the tight rein of control had burst, opening the floodgates of passion. Now there was no return.
He stripped off his pajamas….and lay down beside her, kissing her lips savagely…..bare bodies rubbed together….then he was on top of her….parting her, entering her….she stiffened and cried out with sudden, piercing pain…he stilled for a moment…..then she was pulling him down on her….welcoming the pain, welcoming him inside her. They moved urgently against each other, straining, reaching, possessing each other! Lightning flashed on their bare joined bodies in the darkened room, thunder rumbled across ……as they groaned into each other's mouths….her legs around his torso….his large hands lifting her for his invasion….again and again….in a passionate crescendo of ecstacy till both shattered in agonized delight and collapsed in each other's arms! The storm raged on outside….inside the room was the eye of the storm….a calm before it started all over again.
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He raised his head from her neck after a long time: Kripa….he breathed ….are you okay?
Haan….she whispered…. I mean… Nahin….Haan….
He chuckled, his warm breath tickling her neck: Matlab? Haan ke nahin…..kaun sa?
Dono hi….she laughed softly.
He laughed and kissed her gently. I love you, Sweetheart! No Regrets?
I love you too……she kissed him back, she crossed her arms around his sweaty neck and looked into his eyes. No Regrets…she shook her head. They started kissing again….he was moving in her again…they were lost in a renewed tide of passion, reaching for the stars again!
Early morning rays of the sun awakened the lovers entwined on the bed. Their limbs were tangled together, his legs entwined with hers, his face in her neck, his arm around her possessively. She moaned and stretched langurously…she felt sore, yet wonderfully replete, complete as a woman! Angad….she called him softly. He groaned and tightened his arm around her chest…..Angad, utho na…..mujey bathroom jaana hai"
He lifted his arm…she slipped out and ran to the bathroom as best she could with her aching body. When she returned, he pulled her down on the bed again: Angad…kya ho raha hai…ab bhi jee nahin bhara?
He didn't reply, just kept on kissing her…..Jaaneman…he muttered…you smell so good, you taste so sweet, you feel so good! He rolled on top of her and was making love to her again. She tried to push him away but soon lost herself in his passion. She slept exhausted after that prolonged bout of lovemaking!
When she awakened, Angad was standing by the bed, freshly bathed, dressed, holding a breakfast tray for her……Uthiye Princess ! Aapka ghulam (slave) aapkey liye nashta banakar laya hai"
She sat up with a gasp of surprise: Naashta? Tumhey naashta banana aata hai?
Kyun Madam…aapney mujhey pehchana hi kahan hai ? Did u think I was only good at one thing? He winked wickedly at her.
She laughed and threw a pillow at him….then noticed his eyes wandering down her bare body…she gasped and drew the covers around her: Oh God! Don't look at me like that….Main apney kamrey mein chali….nahin toh tum phir se shuru ho jaogey"
She ran to her own room with the bed-cover around her …he laughed after her back….
When she came out bathed and dressed, he was waiting for her at the dining table with breakfast: Jaldi se naashta kar lo…...humein jaana hai…
Kahan? She asked, surprised.
Pehley kha lo, phir batata hoon.
Kripa quickly gulped down some juice, burnt toast and overcooked eggs.
Angad ate leisurely….she asked : Ab batao, hum kahan jaa rahey hain?
Tumhari Mom key wardrobe mein mainey ek laal rang ka sari dekha tha….usey le aao…aur pehen lo…
Kyun? Laal Sari kyun?
Kyunki dulhan Laal sari hi toh pehentey hain, right? He grinned at her, and winked.
Dulhan? Matlab?
OHHO…tum sawal bahut zyada karti ho….okay…..Heres the News....we are going to get married today…
Married? Lekin aaj kyun? Achanak? Abhi toh ek mahina baaki hai na?
He came over, lifted her up bodily in his arms and carried her to her parents' bedroom: Now don't argue….Laal sari nikalo aur pehen lo…aur kuch jewelry aur red bindi….GOT IT? he ordered her imperiously.
But…but….she spluttered in amazement!
Yeh butt butt kya laga rakhi hai? Kiska butt? Kaun sa butt? He teased her.
Then he suddenly became serious, and cupped her cheeks in his hand: Jaaneman, humein aaj hi shadi karni padegi….main nahin chahta koi hamarey bachchey per kabhie ungli uthaye…
Bachcha? Kripa was confused for a moment…then realization dawned on her….OHHHH! she blushed a deep red and looked down. He rubbed his hand on her stomach and softly said: Aaneywala ya aaney wali ki khatir humein yeh kadam uthana padega"
She hid her red face in his chest and nodded….smiling blissfully. They were going to get married….it was the happiest day of her life!
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pallavi
Edited by pallavi25 - 18 years ago
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