Sapno Ka Shaher

57. Breaking the Chain

Sameer stopped after the 60th push-up, panting heavily as he lay flat on his stomach. The dust on the floor was blown with his exhale, a few drops of his sweat forming a pattern on the ground. Today, he had pushed himself more than the regular days. He took extra rounds of the park, did more repetitions of some exercise and now performed extra push-ups. His body was still getting used to the heavy exercise after a long hiatus he had taken.

Yet, this workout was nothing compared to what he did last night.

Ahhh... it was sheer madness!!

What had Naina done yesterday? She had almost transformed him into a beast, something unrecognizable to himself too. She had pushed him to the threshold, on the edge of his patience and desire too.

Her mood swings were quite visible to him in the past few days, indicating the date of her periods. Yet, he was only waiting and waiting and waiting... so that he didn't have to search for excuses to run away from Naina's advancements. However, she had caught him off guard last night, asking very skillfully about his schedule today when he was unprepared. He had blurted about the day off and next minute found Naina sitting on him.

He would have loved that sight so much otherwise.... okay, he absolutely loved it yesterday too. But she was making it too difficult for him, difficult to resist and say no. Especially when he had wanted it as much as she did.

There was no fault of hers in demanding lovemaking. Three week gap was huge again. But he was helpless.... he was bound by his fears and complexes. He was surrounded by shame and hesitation.

The way their night transpired yesterday was an alarm for danger. They hadn't used the condom... and it was him who had insisted on it. When he had switched their positions, he was torn between stopping it right there or taking it to the next level. But...

What if something like that night happens again?

Naina had provoked his sexual need and his mind was filled with the what ifs again. But he couldn't ignore both their needs and came up with a middle ground.

The way it ended was heavenly and blissful though. When he collapsed on her and pecked her lips, he recognized they both were glistening with sweat. He so wanted to have a shower after that, he so wanted to take Naina with him. But.... again but...

Sameer stood up in a haste, the memories of last night were destroying his control of not crushing Naina into his arms. Picking up the water bottle, he took one sip and poured the remaining water on his face, subsequently wetting his hair and t-shirt. Walking back home was unavoidable now.

"Kitni der laga di?" Was the first thing Sameer heard as he entered the house.

Naina was peeping from the kitchen with her hands on her hips. Damnn!!! What to do with her cute expressions!!! Sameer was bemused.

She had twisted her hair up and clipped it with a clucher, letting them fall back again. The two hair locks from either temple were drawn out as usual, playing with her cheeks and causing an urge to his long fingers to tuck them behind. For an odd reason, she was wearing an apron, making the curve of her waist more evident and avoiding the need of the dupatta as well.

Sameer's gaze wandered in the living room as he sauntered in, noticing the absence of the third person in the house. "Papa nahi aaye abhi tak?" He asked.

His heartbeat paced when Naina took her apron off and strolled towards him, locking her hands behind and wearing a devilish smile on her lips. "Nahi," she replied with a smirk.