Tum meri ho

Epilogue 2

Sidharth

Ten years later...

"Tu aisa nahi kar sakta, aise use control nahi kar sakta Sidharth," Shehnaaz, says and I roll my eyes.

"Like hell I can't."

She takes a sip of her coffee and gives me those eyes like she knows she's right and there's nothing I can do about it. And I'm mad as hell because she is right and there's nothing I can do about it.

We're at our favourite breakfast joint having our early Saturday morning date. Both didis and jijus come over on Saturday's to have breakfast with the kids, so we get the time to have some alone time and I take my wife on a date.

She reaches out, taking my hand, and of course I melt at her touch. But I'm still aggravated. Our oldest daughter Zara has a dance night at her primary school, but she didn't tell me about it. Instead she told her mom and kept it from me. Shehnaaz told me about it that night and asked me to keep it a secret. She thinks Zara is being shy and that she didn't want me to give her a hard time.

"Mujhe jana chaiye uske sath, mei bus wahi keh raha hu," I pout. I know I'm being ridiculous, but I'm in a house with four females. I don't have a choice.

We've had three girls so far and I'm trying to talk Shehnaaz into one more. I'd love a boy, our Zorawar, but I'd love a girl just the same. I'm not done with babies yet, but Shehnaaz says we're blessed to have three healthy girls. Although she doesn't put up much of a protest when I've got her under me.

"Sidharth," she says and narrows her eyes. When she calls me by my full name I know she's being serious. I let out a huff, but I don't feel better.

"Woh meri baby hai. Usne mujhe kyu nahi kaha kuch dance night ke baare mei?"

"Shayad jaise tu react kar raha hai isiliye," she says and gives me a soft smile. "Tujhe pata hai na Zara kaisi hai. Woh sharmili hai thodi, pata nahi kispe gayi hai."

"Agar yehi baat hai toh woh kabhi shadi nahi karegi. Mei nahi karne dunga!" I say, a little too loudly, and some people from the next table look over at us.

"Kullu, woh sirf 8 saal ki hai," Shehnaaz says and rolls her eyes. "Aur parents ko allowed bhi nahi hai jaana. Teachers honge waha. Aise bhi sab bachhe honge waha. Thoda dance karenge, khelenge, khaenge aur pir hum usse lene chalenge."

"Ya mei parking mei wait kar lunga," I grumble.

"Uska first time hai aur woh bohot excited hai. Mujhe pata hai woh tujhe bata degi jab use batana hoga. Tu itni tension kyu le raha hai"
"Agar who agar kabhi nahi bataegi toh?" I say, sulking and pouting.

That's the real problem. That my little girls might think they can't come talk to me. I know I'm possessive of Shehnaaz and my daughters, but it's because I love them so much. They're my whole world. I don't want to be on the outside of their bond and I've got to figure out a way to fix that.

"Who bataengi tujhe, Kullu," she says, leaning over and kissing me on the cheek. "Apna coffee khatam karo, hame Sanya ko dance class bhi chorna hai."

I take our plates over to the bin and drop them in. Shehnaaz waits on me and I take her hand as we walk to the car and I open the door for her. Once she's inside I go around and get in. I'm quiet on the way back home, but I hear Shehnaaz humming along to the songs. It's easy for her to be in a good mood, she's not the one having secrets kept from her.

When we pull up to the house, Shehnaaz puts a hand on my thigh. "Shanti rakh. Who tujhe sab bata degi, hamesha batati hai."

She leans over and gives me a kiss. I hold her there, deepening it. Her hands move up my thigh and to my cock and she cups me.

"Yeh bacha k rakhna aur mujhe shower mei mil," she whispers, then winks and jumps out of the car.

We go in the house and she giggles as I spank her ass and she runs up the stairs. "Mei 10 minute mei aa raha hu," I say.

"Late mat hona," she warns as she goes.

I walk back to the kitchen where Didis and Jijus are cleaning up breakfast and talking with the girls.

"Apki date kaisi thi?" Sanya asks teasingly.

"Jitna bhi time tumhare mummy k sath spend karu best hota hai hamesha," I answer, grabbing her hand and spinning her again. "Tumhara dance class hai ak ghante mei."

"Okay, papa," she says, giving me a high five and running out of the kitchen.

I talk with them for a second. Then I kiss Zara and our youngest, Naina, on the head before I go to join my Shehnaaz in the shower.

"Papa?" I hear just as I'm walking out of the hall. When I turn around I see Zara coming towards me.

"Haan bolo" I ask, reaching out and tugging her ponytail. Yeh itni bari kab ho gayi? Time kaise itni jaldi chala jata hai pata hi nahi chalta.

"Kya ap mujhe dress ke lie shopping le chaloge?"

My mouth falls open and for a second I don't know how to answer.

"Mujhe dance party k lie ak nayi dress chahiye."

"Um, haan. Aj chalte hai," I say hoarsely, then clear my throat.

"Thik hai, love you," she says and runs off to her room.

I stand there stunned for a second before I turn for our bedroom. When I get to our bedroom, I kick the door closed and run into the bathroom.

"Usse dress chahiye!" I shout, and Shehnaaz looks out through the shower glass at me.

"Kya?"

"Usne mujhe shopping lejane k lie kaha, dress k liye," I say and feel relief in my chest.

I didn't realize I was so worried about it until she said the words, and now I'm relieved. I jump in the shower with Shehnaaz and pick her up and pin her to the tile wall.

"Meine toh pehle hi kaha tha," she says smiling and rolling her eyes at me.

"Don't be so smug," I say, and I thrust into her.

She moans as her legs tighten around me.

"Iske baad tu mujhe bataegi ki dress k lie kaise shopping karte hai."

Her giggle turns into another moan as I remind her who her Sidharth is.

THE END!