Prem Vivah

• Because, I Like It •

Naina looked at him with a dead expression on her face and started to sweat profusely at his closeness. Sameer didn't realize in which position they were standing, he was mesmerized by her gentle eyes, he couldn't stop gazing at the beautifully designed eyelashes which were fluttering like a bird. He pressed his palm harder against her mouth, and his lips parted ways while admiring the pretty-girl. Naina gave a scathing look to the Rude-Man for keeping her caged around the walls and endeavored to free herself. She pushed the nib of her heel on his bare feet, making him wince in pain.

"Ouch." He screamed in anguish.

"What the hell." Sameer bellowed at her for hurting him once again, and Naina shouted - "Yes, exactly, what the hell were you doing with me?"

"Main sirf tumhe bachane ki koshish kar raha tha." He replied to her in a stern voice and snared at her in indignation.

"Oh, kis se? Kaunsa gunda mere peeche padha tha?" She asked him sarkily.

"It's not necessary ki ladki jab museebat me ho toh uske peeche gunda hi padha ho." Sameer riposted and gritted his teeth at her audacity.

"Main koi museebat me nahi hoon." Naina retorted back angrily.

"Ho, tumhe pata nahi hai...par tum ho." He said a bit softly.

"Ugh, sidhe se batao kya bolna chahte ho tum...I don't have free time." She uttered, annoyingly, and He was furious at her nonchalant behavior.

Sameer quickly grabbed her delicate wrist and twisted it against her lower back, touching her fingers on the torn part, making her widen her doe eyes in extreme flabbergast...Naina breathed unevenly while moving her hand on the fabric of her dress which was ripped up...how could this happen? How couldn't she notice that her kurti is torn, and not slightly, but a little too much. She gulped down in terror, and Sameer released her hand from his tight clutch. He looked at her with a clenched jaw...and She was feeling way too embarrassed for landing herself in this precarious situation. She helplessly raised her moist eyes at the Rude-Man and sought help in his silence. He didn't budge and stared at her with patience and unknown affection.

"Ab...ab main ghar kaise jaugi? Kisi ne agar mujhe aise dekh liya toh?" Naina asked him in a quivering tone and recoiled back to the wall.

"Relax," Sameer uttered, calmly.

"How could I relax? Kitna embarrassing ho...please do something." She almost begged for his assistance, and He, in response, simply took off his forest green jacket, and gently wrapped it around her petite body, saying - "Ab kuch nahi pata chalega kise bhi."

Naina was astonished by his caring and gentle demeanor, her wet eyes roved on the comforting fabric of his jacket, which not only provided her relief but also swelled up her heart with great esteem for this Rude-Man. She innocently raised her head at him and looked at his phlegmatic visage with a grateful smile on her face.

"Thank you." She said, huskily.

Sameer just hummed in return, and decently showed her the way to the entrance to go out. A soft chuckle escaped out of her mouth at his cute gesture, and just when she moved ahead to go. His masculine voice commanded her - "Listen, serials ki heroine ki tarah mere jacket ko gale laga kar mat so jana. Ok? I just don't like it, and please...ache se dho kar dena mujhe. I love this jacket so much."

"Sure," Naina said happily, giggling. She walked out of the passage.

"Pagal ladki " He laughed at her gently.

• Naina peeped inside the living room to check if it was vacant or someone was there, finding no one around. She hurriedly flitted into the bedroom and shut the door loudly...she rested her head in relief against the wooden surface, and glided down the solacing jacket unwillingly. She looked at it with exceeding pleasure and fondness, and wondered why that Rude-Man is so hard to understand? She was enormously enraged at him for not wishing her personally, but today he did something unexpected and truly heart-throbbing that her anger vanished and respect for him flourished. She seriously couldn't make a perfect character sketch of Sameer...he is not only discourteous sometimes but also a little sadistic which makes her feel offended, but she can't even override the fact that He is the only guy who saved her honor today, he wrapped his favorite jacket around her body so that she could reach her home safely without anyone's lustful or judging eyes. A smile slowly brushed her juicy lips, and she tentatively touched the piece of cloth which covered her torn kurti.