Char Kadam

Chapter 17 - Pehli Rasoi

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Bhavesh's POV:

After releasing inside her I slump on her. Snuggling my head on her neck I inhale her smell to calm down my wild desire. I know our first night happened in a bit of rush. I intended to make it more special and softer but seeing her as my bride I couldn't control. I feel her hand caressing my hair helping me to calm.

After few minutes I get up supporting my weight on my elbows and look down at my wife. She shies away and avoid looking at me making me chuckle. Dropping a quick kiss on her nose I pull out from her making her hiss. Her painful whimper making me guilty of my actions. I should have controlled. Although knowing whatever I did was hardly 5% of my real craving.

Covering her with her discarded saree I pick her up and drop her in the bathroom asking her to freshen up and call me if she needs anything. She nods while closing the door. I collect our discarded clothes keeping all of them in a corner, picking up her jewellery and keeping all of it in vanity. While changing the sheet I see a slight blood on it being the proof of our union. Discarding it aside and getting a new sheet from the cupboard I start tucking it in.

After doing so I sit on the bed wearing nothing but a loose lungi around my hip (PS: lungis used to be a common night wear for men during 1960's.) After completing the cleaning and changing I lay down on bed supporting my back on headrest and wait for Jaya to come out. I was thinking how will be our life in Bombay. I know she is not aware about my anger issues as I specifically asked Darshan (Jaya's brother) to not disclose it to her. I am afraid she will be scared of me. She still thinks I am that 11-year-old bubbly kid.

I was in deep thoughts when I heard her sweet voice "Jii... Can you pass me my saree." Sighing I got up and went towards the cupboard. I know it will take some time for her to be adjust. I give her a light blue saree with her blouse and underskirt. Waiting for her near door I look at the moon replaying all the long chats we had under the moon. I hear the creak of door and notice my wife coming out while drying her hair. I go toward her and pick her up in bridal style. Shocked she circled her hands around my neck. I look at her the innocence still intact on her face.

Sitting on bed I adjust her on my lap sideways. She blushes looking at our position. Although the lack of light can't make me see her blush properly but I can still see the hint of it. Taking towel from her hand I start drying her hair and say "What was the need of washing your hair at night. You washed it some hours ago only. What if you might get cold." She still blushing looks down at her lap and replies "Woo... Maa... actually said to wash my hairs after ev...every time we...we do th...that." Getting on what she is hinting too I chuckle at her cuteness and plops a cheek on her cheek saying "Achha then will you wash your hairs daily?" Looking at me in confusion she asks "Why daily?" Chuckling one more time at her naiveness I go closer to her ear and whisper out "If we do THAT daily. Then you have to wash your hair daily na." If it can be possible, she blushed more at my comment. She hit me or more like pat me on my chest and say "You have become shameless patidev." I chuckle at her nickname. The same nickname which she used to call me when we were kids. I hated it with my heart.

Plopping one last kiss on her cheek I drop the towel on floor and say "Now let's sleep. You must be tired." She nodded and got up from my lap circling the bed and laying down on other side. I lay down on my side facing her. She turns around facing me while giving me her beautiful smile. I put a hand around her waist pulling her towards me. I hugged her and she put her head on my chest. At that moment I realise what was missing in my life. This. This peace of having my jaan in my arms. I hugged her more tightly and surrender to the darkness of sleep.