Irresistible

10. Realisation

Arrey wah Karishma Singh aapko romantic movies bhi pasandh hai." Haseena teased.

"Ji haan bilkul pasand hai. Kyun maddam sir dekkhe pata nahi chalta hai ka?" she asked.

"Bilkul nahi. Aapko dekkhe kisko lagega ki aapko romantic movies pasand hai." Haseena said playfully, provoking Karishma.

"Hum bahoth romantic hai. Aur toh aur hum romance comedy bahoth pasand kartey hai. Aap toh jaanti hi hongi. Girlfriend jo hai humari, haina Haseena ji." Karishma smirked at Haseena.

Haseena was surprised when Karishma called her by her name. Passing an amused smile to Karishma to which Karishma shrugged, Haseena wanted to challenge Karishma this time. She was not backing down this time. She leaned nearer to Karishma, raising her eyebrows.

"Kyun itne pasand aagaye kya hum aapko ki baar baar humme girlfriend bula rahi hai, Karishma." She said in a low tone. Karishma's gulped visibly, the spoon she had in her mouth fell on the floor with a clank and truth be told Karishma was looking like a pappu. Haseena started laughing at how she had successfully made Karishma Singh nervous.

"Arrey wah aap toh humare pyaar mein pagal hain." She said teasing Karishma even more, still laughing, now holding her stomach. Karishma was just smiling with no realisation whatsoever that Haseena was laughing at her expense. She realised with sadness that she had never heard Haseena laugh like this before. The Haseena she knew had mastered her signature smile which she used as and when her duty as a SHO required it but laughter? She knew with confidence that she had never heard her laugh because if she had, she would have memorized how it sounded and would have never forgotten it for eternity, for it was the most beautiful sound she'd ever heard. Her melancholy turned into joy when she also realised how she had laughed so much more in her presence in the past couple of days.

Haseena composed herself and turned her attention to the movie but didn't distance herself from Karishma. She remained at the same distance at which she had provoked Karishma. Head perfectly resting on Karishma's shoulder and Karishma's head on hers. They continued to watch the movie like that and before she could realise it, Haseena had fallen asleep on Karishma's shoulder. Karishma could guess this by the way her breathing was now calm and slow. She thought of waking her up, but she didn't want to. She wanted to cherish the feeling of Haseena so close to her, so much in peace that she had fallen asleep. Deciding to wake Haseena after 5 minutes, Karishma ended up sleeping, resting her head on Haseena's.

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Haseena heard her alarm ring and she stirred in her sleep. She however didn't want to wake up because the bed felt cosy today. She also liked how it came with a pair of hands one perfectly holding her shoulder blade and the other around her waist. She felt protected and she liked it. She turned, still not opening her eyes, pulling the person making her feel so secured upon her and that person in turn snuggled more into her mumbling something about topa in their sleep.

Topa

Topa. What a weird word she thought to herself in her sleep. Weird but she liked it because the girl she liked, used it often.

Haseena's eyes flew open in realisation and she found Karishma's body almost entirely upon hers. They were sleeping on the sofa which only had enough space to comfortably accommodate one person.

Karishma's face was rubbing against her neck and her hands were on her waist holding her. And every time Karishma inhaled and exhaled against her neck her body reacted in ways she didn't know it could react to the touch of a woman and her eyes widened in realisation that she was in fact attracted to Karishma Singh as if her cheeks heating up wasn't indicative enough.

She squeaked in a tiny voice when Karishma snuggled into her neck, her lips ever so lightly gracing Haseena's neck, her hand tightening it's grip on Haseena's waist. Karishma Singh aur kitna satayengey aap humein.

"Karishma Singh." She called out poking her on her shoulder. Karishma stirred, slowly taking in her surroundings.

"Kuch der sone dijiye Haseena ji." She mumbled against her neck sending shivers down her body and Haseena closed her eyes.

When did she start calling me Haseena ji!? Haseena wondered, nevertheless liking the way her name sounded on Karishma's lips.

It felt like Karishma would take longer to wake up and Haseena accepted the fact, placing her hands around Karishma as they were before. She noticed how perfectly she fit in her arms. Her thoughts wandered to how they met. How their relationship had progressed over the years and how Urmila had brought out the carefree side of Haseena's in fact even allowing her to be more of herself with Karishma. All those times she had called Chatak Chandni. Haseena chuckled remembering how Karishma got annoyed at her.

They way Haseena used the facade of Urmila to see how much she mattered to Karishma and how Karishma's reaction to her behaviour as Haseena was the only thing holding her together at times.
"Aapke bina hum tootkar bikar chuke hotey." She whispered to a sleeping Karishma.

Wahi na Urmila ki tum jaisi swarthi aurat kabhi samaj hi nahi payegi ki maddam sir humare liye kya thi, humare liye unki feelings kaisi thi, hum shabdon mein bayaan nahi kar payenge unke liye humare joh feelings hai

Haseena couldn't stop herself. She looked at Karishma's head safely nestled near her shoulder and placed a tiny kiss on her head reminiscing about those words.

She suddenly felt Karishma waking up with a jerk. Karishma was looking at her, placing her hands on either side of Haseena's face. Mere inches between their faces, the tension in the room was palpitating. Karishma was looking at Haseena as if memorizing her face. She tucked Haseena's hair behind her ear and leaned in as if to kiss her but got up from the sofa swiftly leaving for her room. She closed the door and leaned against it breathing heavily. Her desire was visible in her eyes and maybe she was afraid of Haseena finding out. She entered the shower fully clothed and turned on the cold water getting drenched.