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Really thank you so much for your wonderful comments but since I have no time I'll just jump to the update, I honestly love you all for your comments... really!
So, Hello my dear friends, I am back with a double update for Jaatishwar. One of the most difficult updates of my life and I myself cried like anything while typing this out. Just a little warning for kiddos as this one is a highly intense sequence. Get ready for blushes and tears! Really looking forward to your responses!
CHAPTER 5
Ananya had her eyes trained on the door, waiting with a bated breath for Kabir to step in their room. She toyed a little with the shiuli petals on a sturdy cot and breathed in their heady fragrance.
Chewing her bottom lip nervously, Ananya stared at her fingertips dyed red with alta and blushed. It was too good to be true. Touching her partition gently, she smiled as she felt the powdery sindoor.
She wasn't jewelled as a bride for they had none to offer; her hands were encased in delicate jasmine bangles and her neck was adorned by a mala of flowers. And to be honest, she felt like the most beautiful women when Kabir had laid his eyes on her.
She pressed a palm close to her bosom, her heart beating frantically against her ribs. Swearing as her anxiety got the better of her, Ananya wrapped her arms around her knees and sat on the mat.
Waiting for her husband to come.
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Kabir gnashed his teeth angrily as his rowdy bunch of friends didn't let him go to his room. "Dada, akta toh jinish bol. Ak shopta tei boudi ke khuje, bhalobeshe abar biye o korli! Bol toh re bondhu ei bapar holo kikore?" (Brother pray tell me! Within a week's time you found our sister [in-law], fell in love with and married her! How did you manage this miracle my friend?)
"Bondhu bondhu, ei oi chokra chilo je bolechilen..." (My friends! This happened to be the same lad who said) Rana cleared his throat and gazed at everyone with a furious glare, imitating his newly married friend - Kabir.
"Aei mey shey amar kono kajer na. Juddho te jabo ba fajlami korbo?" (I don't want to busy myself with these women. Should I fight to save our land or just roll in the hay for no reason?)Rana wiggled his eyebrows in a perfect mimicry and earned the praise of his fellow friends.
"Kintu daran, bapar toh ekhane shesh hoini. Tar porer din e ami ki dekhi? Ami ki emni bollam boner jonno kapor an, amar bondhu toh shotti kore bajar e giye shob kichu kine anlo!." (But wait my dear friends, this story has just begun! What do I see after his famous proclamation? This man had bought the entire bazaar for a woman, just because I merely suggested the idea!) Rana ducked from Kabir's blow and laughed.
"Jei log tar muk theke shaala beroto, shei hotath kore... o go, shuncho hoigalo re! Bodhu ke? Amader bon ba Kabirda? Oh maa!" (The men who was very famous for his lingual expertise in slang, suddenly became the timid caller to his beloved! I wonder who's the wife? Our brother, Kabir or our darling sister An... oh heavens! Ouch!) Rana yelped as Kabir playfully slapped him.
"Hoi geiche toder faltugiri, toder haath theke toh akta mey obdi shamlaina. Ami ki biye kore fellam, toder ga kano jolche?" (Are you done being a pest and an idiot! You nitwits can barely handle a woman! Just because I finally married one, that too an excellent one, do I smell something burnt from your ar**s) Kabir twisted Rana's ears and others chuckled at him.
"Akhon jokhon Mahadeb Parvati ke biye na kore thakte parini, ami toh akta chaposha manush." (Even our Lord Mahadev couldn't help but marry his beloved consort Parvati, who am I not to marry my dearest Ananya?) Kabir winked while the other hooted at his comment.
"Jamai babu..." Kabir chuckled as Partho struggled with his mini dhuti yet send a cheeky smile to Kabir. "Bolo shala amar, ki korbo ami apnar jonno?" (Tell me brother, how may I serve you?) Partho yawned as Kabir picked him up in his arms. "Ghunnu pacche..." (I am sleepy.) The rest of the men laughed as Kabir hugged his adorable brother in law.
"Chol, toke akta jompesh golpo shunie, patak se shui debo." (C'mon buddy, with a story and a good tuck I'll set you off to bed.) Rana tried to take a sleepy Partho from Kabir's arms. Kicking Rana away, Partho bent his head on Kabir's should, least bothered of his dhuti to have slipped off completely.
"Didi'r kache shubo." (I want to be with my sister.) Partho pouted and Kabir's eyes widened. "Galo, phool shojja'r raat e akhon tora Thakuma Jhuli shuna!" (For the first time in history will a couple spend their first night reading out Old Grandma's tales instead of...) Rana laughed while Kabir glared at him.
"Cholo, aajke apnar didi ar jamai babu'r shate ghunu ghunu koro." (No issues, now come on pumpkin, today with us you're going to have a good night's res.) Partho wrapped his arms around Kabir's neck and dozed off then and there.
Just as Kabir was about to go, Rana stopped him "Dara re, shotti... mojok na kore tui shotti boro hoi geli. Kono raag obhimaan na kore ei chutku ta ke niye jacchish?" (Wait a minute, I mean truly... keeping jokes apart. Don't you have any anger over the fact that your little brother in law is standing as a prick on your wedding night?)
"Phool shojja shudu oi shob hoina Ronnie, bhalobashar's shate shate oke ar or logderke amar nijer mone kore apnano. Ei kotha toh ami oke shaat paakhe diyechilam na?" (First night isn't about physical copulation Rana. It's about understanding and acceptance. Over that I had promised Ananya that her life is mine, so her brother is mine. )
"Bujhlam diggoj, akhon baccha ta ke amake de. Jani tui mohaan, kintu ei raat shudu ar shudu tor ar boner. Ei chutku ram ta ke ami shamlabo, ak du bochor ei moddhe ei Ronnie kaka ke to aro choto choto Kabir ar Ananya ke toh shamlatei hobe!" (I under o wise one! Now hand over the baby to me. I know you are a self sacrificing hero, but this night is just for you and my sister. I'll handle this little munchkin, anyways within a year or two I would have to prepare myself in handling your tiny tots.) Kabir chuckled at Rana's joke and smiled.
"Ki bolchish!" (What are you saying!)
"Dada, jodi tui akhon na jas tahole shotti kore amar kaka huwar shopno te jol pheledebi!" (Brother, if you don't leave now then really my dreams of becoming an uncle would remain just as empty!) Rana whispered and went to his room, carrying Partho in his arms.
"Chol bhai, akhon theke kaka howa shuru." (C'mon tiny one, let me get prepared to be an uncle.) Rana thought.
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Finally Kabir made it to his bedroom. His heart thudded with a strange anticipation and excitement. A small smile lit up his lips as he recalled Ananya, her sight had stole his senses.
Clad in a red taater saree, jewelled in nothing but flowers... Kabir had hopelessly fallen in love with the nymph. There were so many things he wanted to do for her. Hold her, kiss her, love her, praise her, sing for her, touch her, tease her... they all made to his list for tonight.
But all he wanted to do was worship her and take in her presence, nothing else.
With a nervous smile on his face, he opened the door and entered his room.
Kabir lost his heart, once again.
There wasn't anything much in the room, except a large cot and a large grilled window. Since it was a cloudy night, there barely was any moonlight streaming in. The room bathed in soft glows of light as a lantern lay near the cot and the other was hung at the corner of the room.
And in center lay Ananya, huddled on a bed of shiuli phool.
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Ananya's heart skipped a beat as she watched the silhouette of his lean frame on the door. She absentmindedly clutched the flowers and closed her eyes as he settled next to her. Her lungs expanded as she took in his essence, musky and exotic.
So masculine.
Her cheeks burned at her trail of thoughts and she waited for Kabir to take the first step.
To say something.
Kabir removed the garland from his neck and looked at her anxious form. He frowned and thought that he needed to reassure that nothing would happen, unless she wished otherwise.
They were enveloped in a sweet agonizing silence, with Kabir staring at his bride every now and then and with Ananya staring at her groom, every now and then.
Kabir let out a little chuckle on her silence and proceeded to shift slightly towards her. Ananya responded with a shy smile and a soft sigh.
A little idea lit in his head, and without saying another word Kabir flopped himself to bed and dozed off.
Ananya looked in surprise and lifted her veil to see her husband of few hours actually snoring to his glory! "Oh maa! Ei ki!" (Oh Lord! What's this!) She thought and contemplated whether to call him or not.
And if she succeeds in waking him up then what should she say, why did she wake him up?
Giggling at herself, she gently patted his head, completely unaware of his little prank.
Brushing a few locks of hair away from his forehead she said "Ghapti diye ghumie porle? Thoke gacho." (Did you just doze off like that? You must have got tired, isn't it?)
"Ami khub bhalobashi tomake. Shukhe thako. Kotha dicchi, duniyar shob ador tomar jonno. Konodin tomar muk theke hashi ta jete debona." (I... I love you a lot. I just want you to be happy. I promise that every happiness in this world is in your name, I would never let that smile disappear from your face, ever.)
"Aar ami jokhon jege chilam ei shob mishti kotha kano boloni?" (Why weren't I graced with such sweet words when I was awake?) Kabir opened his eyes and crossed his arms beneath his head, chuckling at her shocked reaction.
"Natok korchile! Cholo jao, ami natokbaaj e shate kotha bolina." (You were acting! Off! I don't speak with those who feign themselves!) Ananya turned aside and pressed her lips to stop the little smile forming between them.
"Ei ki, biyer ak din o hoini ar amar ginni tej uthe gache? Bhaba uchit chilo biyer age, theek bolchilo Ronnie." (What's this! Barely has the sun risen from the day of our marriage and you've shown your temper! Rana was right, I should have thought before having gotten married!) Kabir whispered near Ananya's ear and got a slap on his shoulder as a reply.
"Kono jatra te kano chole jaona? Aar Ronnie da ke machkhane tenona, bhaloi dada o. Ar ki bolche, ami tej dakhachi!" (Can't you realise the theatre is in deep need of you! And don't bring Rana into this, he's a sweet brother of mine. Wait a minute, what were you saying? I have a temper!) Her wide eyes, flaring nostrils and red cheeks made Kabir laugh.
"Ginni ki hoi geichi, ei shob bolar ki konno odhikaar nei?" (Now that I have become your wife, don't I have the right to say anything to you?) She pouted and placed her chin on her knee. Laughing, Kabir pulled her into his arms and tipped her chin up.
As his eyes met her kohled ones, he smiled "Shobkichu'r odhikaar ache. Amake ja icche chao bolte paro, jokhon icche hoi dekhte paro aar jokhon mon chai, amake sporsho korte paro." (Oh dear, you have the right to everything. You say whatever you want to me, see whenever and whichever state I am in, and if you wish, you can me wherever you want.) Ananya blushed and averted her gaze.
Kabir mused at the several shades of red passing through her face and brought her closer. She lay on his lap, his right arm curled over back protectively. He cupped her cheek and brought her face closer to his. Touching his forehead to hers, he whispered "Tomar shob odhikaar ache, amar upore, amar jibon er upore. Tumi ja chao, thik otai hobe." (You have all the rights on me and my life. Whatever you want, I'll give you that.)
Ananya realised what he asked for silently, her permission. Her skin blazed with desire yet her eyes were downcast with shame, she couldn't look into his eyes and just ask for it!
To make matters worse for her, her husband tucked a finger under her chin and prodded her to look at him.
"Bolo... ki chao?" (Tell me, what do you want?) His lips brushed against her ear in a caress and Ananya held on to his arm for her dear life.
The air sizzled under his sensuous touch and she felt bare under his gaze. Kabir smiled at his bashful wife, she lay so delectable and adorable in his arms. His eyebrows rose a little as she tried to avoid meeting his eyes, looking here and there.
Even though the urge to succumb to his passions shot through his body, her care and wishes would remain first.
No matter what.
"Jodi tomar oshoshti lag..." (If you're feeling uncomf...) His words remained incomplete as Ananya took him in a tight embrace, burying her face in the crook of his neck.
"Kabir..." she breathed into his ear, her eyes flickered in anticipation.
With her arms tightly bound around him and not having to meet his eyes, she used all the courage she had and mumbled "Ami... chai... tomake chai." (I w... want... want you, just you.) Unable to say more she pressed her lips against his shoulder and closed her eyes shut.
Kabir smiled and groaned at the same time as her lips touched his skin. Cradling her head, he gently shifted her from his lap and placed her flat on the cot.
"Ami tomake bhalobashi." (I love you.) Kabir whispered as he tugged off the flowers from her bun and let her hair cascade down. He ran his fingers through the rich dark brown hair, humming a tune to himself.
Placing a tentative kiss to her forehead, he gently wiped the chondon* above her eyebrows. Using his wrist he smudged the teep**, a dull red spread across her forehead. Kissing her temples, he cupped her cheek and wiped off slight bits of her makeup... seeking her face beyond the dust of sandalwood, kohl and sindoor.
* sandalwood paste
** bindi / a red dot placed in between the eyebrows, often out of vermillion.
Ananya felt a tight knot in her stomach as Kabir spent quite time in peppering her face with butterfly kisses. His mouth met hers as his hands wandered away.
A soft moan escaped her lips as he pressed a kiss right next to her throbbing pulse, followed by a sweet sting from his teeth.
As he reached for the edge of her achol*, Ananya shied away.
* end of the saree cloth, the part draped over the shoulder.
What followed suit was a tantalizing dance, his young bride would shy away to the corners of the cot as he revealed inch by inch of her golden skin. Her eyes fluttered shut and she bit her lips in sweet agony as she felt him without a stitch of cloth.
Just the way nature had intended them to be.
When he touched and latched onto her where her heart lay, a shock shot up her spine and she turned right around.
She didn't mind his touch but was hesitant for the lantern nearby. Nuzzling her neck for her adorability, he dimmed the lantern and went back to feast his delicious little wife.
Gasps were exchanged, touches became daring. His hand left a scorching imprint as he fondled her in the most intimate of places.
His sinful mouth left a Ananya blushing till her toes as he explored her further, her hands too making a daring touch here and there.
Ananya arched as Kabir played with the waist chain, his fingers tracing the chain. It was a secret fantasy, he had always envisioned how would a little gold enclasp her delicate little frame.
And her to be dressed only in that.
A sigh left his mouth as the chain rode low on her hips, his lips soon followed the path of his fingers. He grinned slightly as thousands of goosebumps broke through her body.
Deciding to act according to his fetish, he left the chain on her.
He wiped the little tears of pleasure from her eyes and sang softly "Ei tumi kamon tumi chokher tarai aina dhoro? Ei kamon kanna tumi amai jokhon ador koro..." (How do you hold a mirror in your eyes? What are these tears when you're loving me?)
Her eyes fluttered open and she lay dazed before her husband, his melodious voice rang out in her ears and she felt a gush of warmth as he sang softly to her.
However, he needed to wait before the culmination they pined for.
She was too new to this and he didn't want to shock her.
Crawling back to her, he laid his head on her bosom and hugged her possessively.
Ananya was still in the pleasure of the heavens on having received the most intimate of caresses when the hug caused a deep stir in her soul.
Panting for slight breath, she raised a limp hand and caressed his head "Ki holo..." (What happened?)
"Bhoi lagche..." (I am afraid.) He whispered while Ananya got up slightly, pulling him closer to herself she asked "Kano?" (Why?)
Propping up on his elbow, he looked at his wife. There was a slight sheen of sweat making her skin glisten against the pale light. Stroking her warm waist gently he said "Emni, shob kichu ato taratari... ar aage ki hobe, ke jane?" (Just like that, everything's happened so fast, who knows what's in store for future?)
Ananya grabbed for an edge of a sheet and covered themselves as she felt the cool air nip her skin. She cupped his bristly jaw and smiled "Ami jani aage ki hobe." (I know what will happen.)
"Shotti?" (Really?) He raised her eyebrows in response which she nodded furiously.
Slipping a hand under her back and drawing her closer till they were skin to skin, she said "Shotti, shunbe?" (Oh yes, really. Will you hear me out?)
Kabir moved aside a few wet tendrils of her hair behind her ear and prodded her to go on.
"Toh aajke raat e shob... mane ota..." (So tonight everything... as in that...)"Ki ta?" (What that?) He teased while Ananya pushed his hand away. "Ki!" (What?!)
"Kache thakte chaile amar kotha shunte hobe!" (If you want to stay close then hear me out!)
"Ja bolo ginni!" (Whatever you say, wife! ) He grinned while she rolled her eyes.
"Tumi juddho te na giye potrika e mile jao. Jara pora likha, amader jamidar er moton... ooder jodi shaat pai tahole onek jinish thik hoi jabe. Aar ami tomake joto ta shahajjo korte paari, korbo. Jara oshusto ache ba shorir kharap, ora ekhane eshe ilaaj niye jete pare. Beshi taka nibone. Amon daam lagabo jei shobai jano theek hote pare." Her eyes were dreamy and wide as she spoke.
(You won't fight, instead you'll join the press. The press has a reach with the higher classes of our society who can back us up and as well as convince the weaker sections of our society who wouldn't listen to yelling men. And I'll help you in whichever way I can. Probably opening an affordable clinic here.)
"Aar?" (And?) He nudged her gently.
"Tarpore shob jokhon shesh, ei duniya teh shudu shanti... tokhon amra ghurte jabo." (Then when everything's over, when peace is the only remaining thing... then we'll go out for a vacation.) The hope glittered in her eyes and filled a sweet longing in his heart.
"Tai... kothai jete chao?" (Really sweetheart? Where do you want to go?) He cupped her cheek and asked.
"Darjeeling e. Thanda thanda pahar er machkhane amra..." (Darjeeling. Between the biting cold of the mountains we'll...) A childish grin formed on her lush lips.
"Ak chador e mesha meshi korbo. Baire thanda borof ar bethore..." (be wrapped up in a single sheet with nothing in between us. On the outside there will be the cold of nature and inside there will be the heat...) Ananya was stunned at the wolfish smirk he bore, before she could say he began to kiss and grope her playfully.
"Kabir! Kab... umm... hmmm... uff darao! Jokhoni chau shuru hoi jao! Tomar mathae Darjeeling shune shudu etai jacche ki! Chee..." (Kabir! Ka... oh... oh... yes... oh love yes... oh... oh wait! You just start off at any moment! Is this your first thought on hearing Darjeeling?Eww... ) Ananya tried to hold a tight control of her senses which seemed to spiral out any moment.
"Chee! Darao tumi..." (Eww?! Oh you wait little lady...) He challenged Ananya and her eyes shut, hoping that he would skip to prove her anything.
"Haha... Ka... b... b..." (Haha! Ka... a... oh... umm... ) Ananya laughed as his hands tickled her but when his dear mouth began to kiss right where her body seemed to depend upon, a desperate moan left her mouth.
For the next few minutes Kabir gently loved his wife while she shivered against his touch.
Gaining her senses, she placed her head on his chest and randomly trailed her fingertips on his skin. "Kothai chilam?" (Where were we?) She asked.
"Chador er mach..." (In between the she...) He swept a hand beneath to get pushed by her.
"Dhat! Dushtu..." (Off you naughty one!) She chided him and proceeded to remove a few flowers from her hair.
"Mani ami kothai chilam? Tomar b..." (Oh you meant where was I? On your b...) Her eyes widened and her fingers stilled, without a second's delay she clamped her hand over his mouth.
"Eesh! Tumio na, pal pal e amon dushtu hoi jaccho!" (Oh Lord! You are becoming bawdier by the second!) She turned aside and curled into a little ball while Kabir hugged her from behind.
"Acha re baba! Amra Darjeeling e chilam." (Alright alright... we were in Darjeeling.) Ananya took his little apology and played with the long hard fingers of his hand. She turned aside to meet his eyes and an animated glint shone those brilliant orbs.
"Haan, toh pahar er machkhane akta chotto bari te thakbo. Okhane ami ar tumi mile amader shonshaar boshabo. Tumi kaaj korbe, amio ektu kaaj korbo. Shuncho, oi je du tola bari golo hoi na. Upore teente ghor aar neeche ranna'r jayga, khawar jayega, boshar jayega aar akta chotto kaajer jayega. Bolchi ki, akta choto bagaan o hobe. Amader neejer phol hobe. Aar haan, baranda tei kapor shukanor jayega aar duto diwan, boshar jonno. Tahole raatir e..."
(Yes! So in between the mountains we'll have this little cottage. In fact, that's where we'll start our new life. You'll be at office and I'll do my little job. You know, we'll have a little bungalow to ourselves.Three rooms on the first floor while the ground floor has the usual living room, kitchen, dining hall, an office. If you wish as well, maybe we can have a little garden to ourselves? We'll grow our own flowers! And yes! A nice balcony to dry our clothes on one end and set up a diwan on the other end, to lounge on. You see, then at night we can...)
Ananya sighed and stared in an unfocused gaze, her cheeks glowing with happiness.
"Raatir e, amra akta diwan e akshate boshe thakbo, akdom kache aar taara golo dekhbo." Kabir pecked her forehead and she giggled.
(We can cuddle up against each other and watch the stars.)
"Hihi... shotti."
(Hihi, true.)
Kabir tapped her button nose in response and then frowned as a thought struck him "Accha... amader teente ghor kano dorkar?"
(Okay, but why do we need three rooms?)
Ananya settled her head on his bicep and began to describe "Akta hobe amader, arekta hobe jekhane bhogobaan er staan hobe. Amar bhogobaan er murti aar tomar Quran. Joto golo boi patra, kaajer jinish, shob bhogobaan er shatei hobe. Ki bolo?"
(One will be our room, the other will be where we'll keep our little temple, my God's idol and the Holy Quran. All our books and main office will be there along with the temple, what do you say?)
The little imaginary house seemed brilliant to Kabir "Darun, kintu arekta ghor kano?"
(Wonderful, but why do we have a third room?)
She shyly said "Amader..."
(For our...)
Having caught a hint to what she meant, he teased her further "Amader?"
(Our?)
Burying her face in his chest she whispered "Baccha'r jonno."
(Our kids.)
Kabir mumbled against her hair"Koto golo baccha chao?" She mumbled"Teente, duto mei ar akta chele."
(How many kids do you wish to have?) (Three, two girls and one boy.)
He seemed to think for a while and replied "Na, ami chaatte chai, duto chele, duto mei."
(Nope, I want four. Two boys and two girls.)
Ananya got up abruptly and turned a bright red "Chaatte!"
(Four!)
"Mojak korchi, ami duto chai. Kartik er moton chele aar Saraswati'r moton mei." Kabir smiled and pulled her back to him. (Just kidding sweetheart! Honestly I want two, one to be as talented and handsome as the Lord Kartik and the other to be nothing short of the Goddess of Wisdom.)
"Haan... etao theek. Kintu khobordaar jodi beshi alladi dau!" She warned him. (Yes, that does sound wonderful but dare you spoil them rotten!)
"Mei ta toh amar praaner chaite kom hobena." Kabir said in his defence. (I can't do anything about our daughter, she'll be my precious one.)
"Kano? Amar cheler ki galo?" Ananya feigned hurt. (Why what's wrong with our son?)
"Mei ta jodi tomar moton hoi Ananya, tahole amar shobkichu hoi jabe na?" (If our daughter ends up being just like you... then won't she be a replica of my universe?)Kabir kissed her cheek while Ananya just melted into his arms, giving him every bit of her love.
"Haan, tokhon obdi tomar bishal boro bhuri hoi jabe, mei'r ador nei kaaj chalao." (Oh yes, then you'll have a huge pot belly and only your daughter will be able to love you.) She joked while his eyes went wide with shock "Ki bolle? Bhuri, aar amar!" (Me and having a potbelly!)
Ananya paused to giggle and added, "Ami je roj din barite allu dom, kosha mangsho, aloo posto, dimer dhokkar dalna, malai chingri, ilish maacher jhol, aloo chochori ba shukto je banaboi!" (Of course, with me cooking up allu dom, kosha mangsho, aloo posto, dimer dhokkar dalna, malai chingri, ilish maacher jhol, aloo chochori or shukto , I don't see how you can escape that!)
"Amar Annapurna, bhuri kikore hobe? Ami roj din doura dori korbo. Ar jodi akta jinish bhabte hoi, eta ki shotti hobe? Rannar ghore ami tomar haater ato bhalo khabar..." (Oh my Goddess of Food, I won't let the fat remain on my stomach, I'll exercise! But jokes apart... will it be true, my wife cooking for me such wonderful dishes?) Kabir smiled while Ananya stopped him from becoming too sentimental.
"Kano na? Tar shate luchi ba bhaat. Ar cholar dal! Mishtio banabo. Ar jokhon tumi ghor e ferot ashbe, aam er shomai aam pora shorbot to deboi." (Why not? And with that I'll serve luchi or rice. And even cholar dal! Sweets not to be forgotten either! And when you'll return from office, I shall serve you mango sherbet.) She clapped her hands in joy while Kabir suddenly interrupted her "Kintu akta kotha acche." (But I have a condition to eat your food.)
"Ki?" (What?)
"Tumi roj din amake khawabe." (You'll feed me, daily.) He winked at her, reminding her of how she fed him two days ago.
With a bright rush of crimson on her cheeks, she managed to say "Theek ache." (I will.)
"Tarpore?" (Then?)
"Tarpore ghor e eshe, tomake khawar pore ami ak din bollam je amar petu te akta chotto baccha ache. Khushi tei amader shonshaar bhore jabe. Roj diner moton, shonde te cha khabo, bhogoban er pujo korbo. Tumi kaaj shesh korbe aar ami ghor..." She rattled off when he interrupted her again. "Kajer lok ke rakhbo, tumi amar kaajer amake shahajjo korbe. Jodi ami teen ghorer akta bishal boro bari kinte pari, ami ki amar ginni diye kaaj korabo? Dakho, akta hoi ki kajer lok rakhbo ba amio tomar shate ghor puchbo."
(Then? One fine day I'll tell you that I have our gift of love in my tummy, and the happiness will be beyond everything that we can imagine. Like every evening we'll treat ourselves to tea, then head for our evening prayers. You will finish off your pending work and I'll clean the hou...)
(I'll keep a servant, surely I can afford that if I can afford such a beautiful house. I will never make you work my dear wife. And you see, either there's a servant or I'll help you in cleaning the house.)
"Bhalobashi tomake, prochondo. Ar tarpore tumi dood khabe, shada kurta pajama porbe aar arekbaar chaan korenebe. Amio halka shari porenebo, aar amra ghumote chole jabo."
(I love you more than I can ever explain. Truly. So, after all that you'll drink a class of milk, dress in your nightwear and take a quick shower before you end up to bed. Even I'll change and then we'll go to sleep.)
Ananya grew emotional and placed a tender hand on his cheek.
"Na na... amra jodi roj din ghumote chole jai toh amader baccha kikore ashbe?" (No no missus, if we just sleep off everyday, then how will our little babies ever make an appearance?) Kabir winked at a bright red Ananya.
"Eesh!"
"Kintu shotti kotha bolte gele, eta ki amader jogot hobe? Ami tumi aar amader chotto duto Abir ar Keya." (But honestly, will this be our wonderful world? You, I and our little Abir and Keya?) Kabir placed his hand on her stomach, wishing to see it swell with their children. The very vision of her ripe with his child made him the happiest man on the planet.
"Abir ar Keya!" She asked. (Abir and Keya?)
"Kamon laglo naam golo? Dak naam etai hok." (Why... didn't you like the names? These can be the pet ones.)
"Khub shundor... Haan, aar bhalo naam hote pare Abhimanyu ar Mahamaya." (Beautiful, love. And yes, their good names can be Abhimanyu and Mahamaya.)
"Shundor!" (Beautiful)
"Ar tar pore, ak din tomar kole te more jabo." (And then, one day I'll die in your arms)
"KHOBORDAR!" (How dare you!) Kabir barked at her and hugged her tight, the sight of his dear wife dying before him shook him to his core. "Arrey boishko..." (I meant when I'll turn old...) "Morar kotha bolona..." (Just don't talk about death.) Kabir cried out
"Konodin na... maaf kore dao." (Never, forgive me my love)
Her answer was met by an urgent kiss and an intimate meet of their skins. Wrapping her legs around his waist, he pressed a heart melting kiss at the corner of her mouth "Bhorosha koro?" (Trust me?)
"Amar jibon er shate." She panted and locked her arms around his neck. (With my life)
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