Hey!" Shehnaaz spoke, as she made a little space for herself, laying along him on the sofa.
Feeling her do that, Sidharth squeezed himself into the sofa, so that she could lay there. Shehnaaz held his arm as she pulled it over her abdomen, making him hold her from falling. She pushed her one leg between his, "Keep your leg over mine!" She spoke
Siddharth did as she asked, his arm tightened around her abdomen. "So ja!" He spoke, knowing very well that the space they had was too tiny for both of them.
"Gussa hai mere se?", she aksed a moment later. The silence around them though peaceful, was making her uneasy.
"Kyu?" He asked, this time his mind asking him.to place a kiss over her hair.
Shehnaaz took a deep breath. "Because I married another man!" She spoke, the held breath released with those words. She closed her eyes, she had married, another man. And it was a big thing, but he was here, his arm tightened over her.
Shehnaaz kept quiet for a moment, hoping that he would say a word, but instead came the sound of wind moving through his lips. She could feel it, a moment of agony, despair. Was there a code, that decided what they had? "I did do wrong. I could have refused to.marry him!" She added a moment later, her head slowly moving through the time gone by in the past two years.
Shehnaaz waited a moment, again hoping for something from his side. She could see that in his eyes, the pain of her going away. But he wouldn't speak, just like he had never spoken. "If you loved me and I did what I did, you should be angry. Maybe you shouldn't want to see me, maybe I should disgust you....." she was speaking, when Siddharth interrupted.
"But I am here. With you, so close that I can smell your shampoo. " he spoke, his words falling in her neck, the space between her hair and ear.
Shehnaaz heard his words, he wasn't ready to admit to the pain, her marriage had caused him. "Oi pakadna mujhe!" She spoke as she turned around to face him, while they still lay on the sofa.
"Gir jae gi, gadhi!" He spoke, his hand wrapping around her back, her left leg held between his.
Shehnaaz turned around to look into his eyes, their eyes meeting. Those fleeting moments, they looked at each other, the heavy sleepy eyes slowly softening at each other. Shehnaaz could look at him, so close, so near. His eyes deep brown and deep, slightly deeper color at the skin around those, Sidharth had quit smoking , she could see. His eyebrows deep thick, making fine arches around the eyes, the lean, but perfectly shaped lips, the nose, she looked at that, her head not able to find a word for that , how would she describe that.
Siddharth kept looking at her as she did that. His eyes defying the calm he wanted to convey. Shehnaaz moved her right hand to his face,the fingers gently caressing around his cheek. The tips of her fingers softy grazing the stubble over his face, while her eyes looked into his. The look, soft and deep, maybe she hoped that their eyes could do the speaking that tongues wouldn't, or maybe she was trying to makeup for the time she hadn't seen him.
His gaze fixed into hers, studying her,the soft tan freckles on her nose moving towards the cheeks, the sharp nose and his favorite, those hazel round big eyes. And there his eyes softened, just as she moved herself closer, her lips gently pressing at his cheek, just near his nose. That wasn't a kiss, just a small, almost a peck. She smiled as she moved her head back, a gentle womanly smile, his hand pressed at her back, holding her steady.
"Shehnaaz, ", well that was a near whisper, his voice thick, "I never thought of you as his wife. " he spoke, stopping there, his eyes studying her. "To me you were mine, more mine than his, more than anyone's. And I guess more mine than even yours. " his words almost an admission.
