ShiVi: A Collection Of Short Stories.

mere humnava

The city of Somnath was adorned with lights and colours, the open sky decorating the land below with its stars, for it was that time of the year, to celebrate the festival of Navratri.

This year, the Garba Night was arranged and sponsored by the Pandyas, owing to the enormous amount of money they had received. Men, women and kids of all ages admired the colourful streets of Somnath, the happiness radiating across town.

Speaking of the Pandyas, the family was just about ready, except the two 'so-called enemies', who were the talk of the town, owing to Shiva topping across the country and Raavi becoming a semi-famous personality.

Raavi sat in front of the mirror, wearing the beautiful navy blue bangles and silver earrings that Shiva had gifted her, along with the navy blue lehenga of sheer silver border she was currently adorned in.

Shiva bought the lehenga as a surprise, to match his silver striped navy kurta, after looking through at least 30 lehengas until he liked this one; and it fit her ever so perfectly, showing off all her curves for the beautiful woman she was, her peachy skin radiating in contrast to the dark shades of her outfit, her ebony lark hair flowing past her shoulders to her waist, which he was quite increasingly obsessed with in the last few weeks.

Which is why when Raavi turned around, she found her husband staring at her.

Ogling, would be more accurate.

"Ghoor kya raha hai?" She scrunched her nose, as he stepped closer and placed his hands on her waist in response.

"Isse ghoorna nahi, taadna kehte hai." Shiva smirked, very clearly knowing how sensitive she was to his touch recently. "Aur mai apni khoobsurat biwi ko nahi taadunga, toh kise taadu?"

"Tere classes waali Shanaya ko taad le."

Raavi frowned, making Shiva laugh at her reaction. Last week, Raavi was witness to a certain classmate of Shiva's, trying to flirt with him and get close to him right in front of her, his wife! Shiva hadn't realised she had been flirting with him until she tried to get unbelievably close.

His first response was to step way out of her reach, acting as if he had just noticed Raavi and pulled her closer, placing a kiss on her temple and introducing her as his wife to Shanaya, or as Raavi called her,  'karamjali tharki'. Shanaya was very explainably dejected, while Raavi was mentally trying to burn her down to ashes.

His chipkali was fuming and ranting about how he let another girl flirt with him, until she melted when he explained that he had eyes only for her, so he didn't care about anyone else.

"O meri dramebaaz," Shiva chuckled, kissing her lips in apology, "ekdum item lag rahi hai."

"Haww." Raavi pouted, and Shiva just wanted to kiss her again. "Apni biwi ko sundar, khoobsurat, beautiful, hot jaise compliments dete hai. Item kaun bolta hai?"

"Apni item ko," Shiva bent down and scooped her up in his arms, causing her to squeal, "item nahi bolunga, toh aur kya bolu?"

"Ye bhi sahi hai." She pinched his cheeks and kissed him, immediately wiping off the lipstick mark. "Tu mujhe aise hi godh mein le jaayega bahar?"

"Mai besharam hoon, kar bhi lunga. Soch le."

The challenge in his voice turned her on for some unexplainable reason, as she leant in to kiss him. Shiva sat back down at the edge of the bed, his wife on his lap still in his arms, thoroughly enjoying the hormones; his and hers both.

She cupped his face and deepened the kiss, fully knowing how this would end: with her lehenga ripped off and lying in some corner of the room. And she didn't mind that at all.