Take Me Home

29. More than a feeling

"HASEENA!" Mira's voice came from a distance interrupting their exchange. Karishma shrugged, as Haseena walked towards Mira more like ran towards her to escape Karishma's devious smirk.

"Phattu." Karishma mouthed and Haseena narrowed her eyes at her making Karishma laugh.

"KARISHMA!" Pushpa ji screamed from a distance when she saw that her daughter was being useless in a function that demanded everyone's work and attention. Haseena burst with laughter when Karishma practically jumped when she heard Pushpa ji's call. Karishma was one squinting her eyes at Haseena as the latter pointed at her with an 'I-am-watching-you' gesture. Haseena tried to control her urge to stick her tongue out but failed nonetheless.  With a groan Karishma reluctantly agreed to pick Mira's parents and other relatives from the Airport.

The preparations proceeded in full swing for mehndi and sangeet, the entire theme of the lawn was black and royal blue as requested by Mira much to Amar's dismay but seeing his lady love happy was motivation enough for him to keep his mouth shut about his own preferences. Haseena has handpicked everyone's outfits  and she had been extra careful to match hers, Karishma's and Kiara's outfits. She dazzled busily through the function wearing a saree much similar to the famous Badtameez Dil saree, the fabric barely hiding her beautiful curves as she breezed through the lawn making some last minute arrangements. Karishma was in her room meddling with the bow tie. She knew how to wear ties but bow ties were really not her thing. The outfit Haseena had chosen for her was what she truly expected because she knew her in a suit was Haseena's one true weakness. With a final huff she let the bow tie hang making or at least hoping to make a fashion statement. She checked her reflection appreciatively smiling at how Haseena had chosen something that was so true to her style. The suit was feminine and bold and was so perfectly fitting to her frame. She looked back at Kiara who now held the sippy bottle to her mouth happily drinking the warm milk Karishma had filled it with.

Karishma raised her brows simultaneously making a pose.

"Kaisi lag rahi hoon?" and Kiara let out a gurgly laugh.

"Koobsuwat!" Kiara exclaimed and Karishma gaped in surprise.

"Who taught you that." She whispered in delight. She carried Kia in her arm smooching her chubby cheek and the lil one erupted in giggles, loving the attention she was receiving from her mausi.

"Humne sikhaya hai mohtarma aur koun." Haseena spoke, a couple feet away from her favourite people. She had finally found time to check if her babies were ready to attend the reception party and truth be told she wanted a glimpse of Karishma before anyone had the chance.

Karishma chuckled but paused with her come back when she looked up at her girlfriend. That blue saree on Haseena was evoking every unholy thought she could ever think of and even Kiara being in her arms couldn't help her stop herself from walking up to Haseena and kissing cheek. Her free hand grazed on Haseena's waist in a feathery touch leaving goosebumps in its trail. Haseena shyly smiled at her show of affection but tapped her shoulder wordlessly asking her to move away and Karishma moved a bit away. She however stole another chaste kiss before Haseena had the chance to protest, her face lighting up with a sly grin as a result of her mischief.

"Kibuma kissie Maaik." Kiara innocently mumbled making both her mausis let out an embarrassing chuckle. They closed the gap in an unspoken understanding kissing Kiara's either cheeks at the same time, earning a loud giggle.

"Ye kissie wissie bhi tumne sikhayi isko haina. Tarki Mallik." Karishma chided. She provocatively pulled Haseena closer by circling her arm around her waist. Haseena however was too distracted by how Karishma had one too many buttons of her shirt undone. The burn of her possessiveness threatened her to almost reach up and button up Karishma's shirt but she resisted it thinking it would be very immature of her to act upon her trivial feeling.