Anuseena-----Tujh se Laagi Lagan

Chapter 9

His fingers were not built in a way which was suitable for playing piano.

Her skin was not the softest thing which one could feel it.

But....

But...

On her rough skin, his not so perfect fingers made a pattern of a pianist.

Like he was creating a melody on her skin, writing a song.

This was their first time, a day after their marriage.

No matter how beautiful she was looking at their wedding night, but both of them were busy with the duty at day because of the festive going on in the city; a downfall of being too patriotic.

Next day, they had taken two days leave, they had left the leaves for their honeymoon which was a week later after their marriage. So that they could complete their work before going ahead.

He came early while she had taken a leave. Both of their mothers were quite angry for the fact that they were working even their days of wedding ritual and very next day he again went. It was necessary for Haseena to stay for the rituals otherwise she also had planned to leave for thana because she wanted to solve one particular case, before going to their honeymoon without worrying about the things she left behind.

When he entered into his room, she was going to change and he suddenly stepped and closed the door.

"Maaf kijiye ga Haseena ji, adat nahi hai." He shouted from the other side of door.

"Ander aa jaiye, hum change nahi kar rahe the."

He came inside before checking her that she was not indeed going to change.

"Acha phir ap Kya kar Rahi thi?" Anubhav asked, confused.

Haseena averted her eyes, didn't have the courage to say that she was going to check the "outfit" her friend had gifted her to wear for tonight but he had come before she could do it.

So she immediately hide it inside the cupboard.

"Kuch nahi bus, saree ka pallu gir gea tha, woh thek kar rahe the." She had made an excuse.

He nodded and went to change.

Though it was their love marriage, they knew they were going to do "that" but hesitation and shyness were there.

Though they were happy but still it was too new concept for him to come home and see her in his room.

It was a little strange for her to share a room with him. To see each others too casually. To see their routine and the small things they had done only at home, to witness and experience it first hand.

When she heard the sound of shower running in the bathroom, unintentionally her face turned red and she cursed for having a dirty thought.

"Yeh sub Anuradha ki ghalati hai, jis ne humare damagh main khanas (kachra) bhara hai. Puri Raat...(Her face turned redder) Nahi nahi... Anubhav aise nahi hai. Aur hum bhi to aise nahi hai.. Haseena... Apni socho ko gutter se nikalo" she thought she decided to go downstairs before her imagination went to another level.

Inside the shower, he was also contemplating whether he could do "this" or make her comfortable. With that he turned his shower cold.

Everything was fresh and new and all of these small things increased their heartbeat, deepen their blush to each others.

Even a mere touch to hands when she served him food send shiver to their spine and left their skin tingling for a while.

A small gesture, a little signal, even a small eye lock with each others brought a blush to their faces.