Prem Vivah

• Nayi Shuruaat •

"Haa aai?" Naina asked her mother while getting up from the bed.

"Bahar aao, shadi ki date fix karni hai." Sarita informed her daughter.

"Hein? Itni jaldi? Kal hi toh sagai hui thi." Naina thought with a bewildered face and Sameer was on cloud nine at the simplest thought of getting a fixed date when he would make Naina his wife.

"Okay, I am coming." She said after a minute and glanced back at Sameer who was in his dreamland.

"Oye sapno ke rajkumar. Get up quickly and zip my top." Naina tapped on his cheek to pull him out of his reverie, and Sameer stared at her grumpily for ruining his dream.

He shifted her long hair to the front side and noticed dark red patches on her back. His fingers trembled at the sight of his woman, and he gently asked her - "Yeh sab laal laal kyun hue hai tumhe?"

Naina, who was toying with her ring finger, suddenly stopped her movement, her throat becoming dry at his question. How would she tell him it happened because of the zari blouse which pricked into her delicate skin after wearing it for hours. She gulped a small lump and said - "woh itching ki thi na thodi isi wajah se huwa hoga."

"Jhoot haina? Yeh itching ka patch nahi lag raha hai mujhe." He said sternly, causing her to tremble.

"Arey no, you are overthinking, it's nothing," Naina replied to him while chuckling, and Sameer lightly ran his fingers on the bruises. She wailed in soft pain, and heard him saying - "Yeh kahin woh kal jo tumne blouse pehna tha us se toh nahi huwa hain na?"

There was a deep, excruciating silence from her side and Sameer understood that his conjuncture was accurate. His heart sank lower into the pit of his stomach as he perused the details of her dark patches with quivers in his body, and his fingers mildly stroked the red bruise, feeling responsible for the pain caused to his delicate woman. Sameer spotted a skin ointment tube on the vanity table, probably used by Naina to brush aside her hidden marks, and he went to get the needful.

He quickly uncapped the bottle and pressed the tube to spread the thick white cream on the pad of his thumb, and started to apply it carefully on her darkening blemishes. Naina winced in sheer anguish as it pained her insides, though his strokes were gentle, those heart-wrenching injuries on her sensitive skin caused her to tightly squeeze her juicy lips, trying to restrain her slow moans.

Sameer rubbed it meticulously, his heart burning with the sorrow of giving her pain. He put a cap over the tube and asked her in a soft voice - "Dard toh nahi hua haina?"

"Nahin," Naina replied to him in a gentle voice.

"Thodi der aise hi raho, absorb hone do cream ko," Sameer told her.

"Woh ho jayega, tum zip laga lo, bahar jana hai," Naina said in a meek tone.

"Chalega tumhe? Zip tight toh nahi haina?" Sameer questioned her with concern for his woman in his voice.

"Nahi, tum lagao." She assured him, and he shiveringly held the zip chain, pulling it upward, nearing his ear to hear if she was moaning.

Sameer somehow zipped her top, and Naina turned back to face him.

"Tumne mujhe bataya kyu nahi tumhari skin ko heavy blouse suit nahi hote?" Sameer asked her with annoyance in his calm tone.

"I didn't know, maine kabhi itna heavy blouse nahi pehna hai, aur waise bhi garmi bahut thi na kal isliye hua hoga," Naina answered him with a thoughtful expression.