Secret Love Story #wattys2017 (COMPLETED)

Ammi?

Kajol-2001

I wait eagerly in reception for the arrival of Shah Rukh. It's been a whole month and a half since we last saw each other and I can't wait to be enveloped in his arms. I drum my fingers impatiently against the arm of my chair tapping my toes on the floor. Karan said the rest of the cast would be here by now. I check my watch again before I feel someone place their hands over my eyes. My hands self consciously move up to my eyes as I feel someone's breathe on my ear making my heart rate explode.
"Missed me?" A familiar voice whispers and I smile like a loon as his hands slip away and I turn to face him. Oh God he is just so perfect, those puppy-dog eyes, that cheeky smile, those sexy dimples.
"Nahin I was waiting for Rani," I smirk getting up from the chair and walking across the reception to where Rani is checking in. I feel Shah Rukh place his hand on my back making my whole body tense a little and my eyes shut. I've had a whole month and a half of waiting for his touch.
"Half eight your room?" Shah Rukh whispers conspiratorially into my ear and I suppress a giggle.
"Haan," I mumble back as we depart ways and I try to cover the guilty smile creeping onto my lips with my hand. Oh how I've missed Mr Khan.

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I hear a knock at the door and check the clock on the desk in front of me. He's early but I'm not complaining. I jump up from my seat and rush to the door flinging it open.
"I thought..." the smile is wiped from my face and I blink a couple of times to check my eyes aren't playing tricks, "ammi?" I watch as she checks out my 'outfit' and suddenly I feel very self conscious. I had been expecting Shah Rukh and we were planning a romantic night so no wonder I'm stood at the door in a white silk vest with lace trim and a pair of silk white pants. I walk back into my room hearing my mothers feet shuffling behind me, probably still judging my choice of clothing, as I try to cover myself with a hotel dressing gown. My mother takes a seat on the edge of the bed as I choose to lean against the desk.
"I've missed you," my mother starts pulling a sad smile, "the house is so quiet without you." I shrug. She could have stopped me but she chose not to. She chose to stand by my father. She chose to totally disregard Shah Rukh even though she had been nice to him at that very first meal in 1995.
"Why are you here ammi?" I ask folding my arms across my chest defensively. I don't want to get upset. I had been upset about losing my parents but with Shah Rukh by my side I've grown stronger again.
"Who were you expecting?" My mother gestures to the door looking me up and down obviously gesturing to my outfit too. I try not to blush because I don't want to give anything away; after all Shah Rukh and I are only supposed to be friends still.
"I was going for a shower," I totally brush over the fact I almost told my mother I've given someone a room key. I had slid an extra one under Shah Rukh's door with a kiss on a scrap of paper which I now regret because my mother has decided to gatecrash.
"Your not friends with benefits are you?" She continues her questions looking past me on the desk. I look down and notice I've left my wash bag lying on its side it's mouth gaping open and the contents falling out. I turn my back and push everything back in the toothpaste, toothbrush, face wipes... Condoms and pill packet. With further discussion we decided a double whammy of contraception might be a good call for our relationship especially because we are still raw with the whole baby miscarriage.
"Nahin ma," I say a little too forcefully. I grip the edges of the desk feeling nauseous that my mother is here on filming location to talk to me. I just need to know what she wants but she keeps avoiding the question.
"Kajol you're still young but I hope you're not doing anything stupid," my mother mutters and I sigh closing my eyes. 'I'm married' I want to scream! Im old enough to make my own decisions and my family want nothing to do with me anymore so they definitely don't have any right to tell me what to do.
"Ammi what do you want?" I ask again turning back to face her. She looks so empty in her eyes and she's clinging to her purse like it's an oxygen tank keeping her alive.
"Ajay told us about the kiss, your father was very angry with him so think how he'll feel if your sleeping with someone," my mother sighs and I roll my eyes.
"Ma I'm twenty-six," I shout exasperated, "if I want to have sex then I will have sex just why are you here?" My mother blushes at my vulgar language but I'm totally over her rules right now. She doesn't see me or talk to me for nearly a whole year and all of a sudden she's back in my life trying to point out all my 'lacks of judgement'?!
"I miss you," she sighs getting up off the bed, "I should have stood up to your father that night. I can't believe I let myself watch you walk away. I am so sorry for letting you slip through my fingers but I love you beti. Please forgive me for being shadowed by your father?" I blink a couple of times. Am I hearing her correctly?
"Why would you stand up to babu?" I ask keeping my arms firmly across my chest.
"Because whenever I see you with Shah Rukh you look so happy and complete and I should have stood up for the pair of you instead of getting sucked into this ugly path we are walking on," my mother mutters. When I look in her eyes I know she's telling the truth but why now?
"I don't understand why now ammi?" I question letting my arms sag a little and my defences lower.
"Because I've had enough of waiting for you to walk back through the door," she smiles sadly and I feel my arms pulling her into a hug. I don't know whether I can forgive her. I've been through hell to have a secret relationship with Shah Rukh but if she had spoken up against my father then maybe things would have turned out differently. Babu would do anything for ammi, so if she'd told him to accept Shah Rukh then he probably would have accepted him and we wouldn't be running around in circles. I pull back feeling guilty for disappointing my mother but knowing right now I can't just put on a smile and pretend that everything is okay when it's not. I can tell she knows I'm not ready though because she checks her watch before tutting.
"It's getting late I should go bitte," she kisses my forehead before making her way towards the door. She pulls it open and stands in the doorway smiling at me as I join her.
"Ammi I'm sorry," I mumble, "but maybe we could meet up when I've finished filming?" She perks up at this and nods her head enthusiastically before making her way down the corridor towards the lift. I'm about to the close the door when someone's hand stops it from shutting. I pull it open again and see Shah Rukh leaning on the doorframe.
"Who was that?" He asks pointing down the hallway. I feel guilt eating away at me and just want to get lost in something other than parental issues and secret relationships. I want Shah Rukh to bring me pleasure. I grab him by the shirt and pull him towards me shutting the door behind him. I push my lips into his as he undoes my dressing gown belt before pushing the gown off my arms onto the floor. He smiles against my lips when he sees what I'm wearing before pulling me towards the bed. I begin to unbutton his shirt, becoming quite the expect since the first time we did this, as I then begin tugging the fabric off Shah Rukh's muscular arms. He slams me into the wall beside the bed pushing his tongue into my mouth making me moan against his lips as he smiles. God he knows all the tricks. I feel his hands placed either side of my head as Shah Rukh moves his lips down my jawline towards my neck before tracing my collar bone. He uses a finger to flick the strap off my shoulder before placing his hand on my waist, pulling my body towards his hungrily. I put my hands on his chest and push him off me watching as he finds his balance before smirking at me. I push him onto the bed and climb on top of him as he puts his hands under the silk of my vest pulling it over my head. I press my naked body on his feeling pleasure taking over all my senses as I let my lips connect with his. I can't help but smile as I feel Shah Rukh's fingers toying the the band of my pants. He rolls over forcing me onto my back as our legs become a tangle and my arms loop around his neck.
"I've missed you," he pants breaking our kiss to look at me. I smile feeling heat rising in my cheeks from a blush making it's way up from my neck.
"I've missed you too," I mumble letting my hands travel over Shah Rukh's abs moving down to his trousers. I unbutton them and then unzip them before pushing them down his legs until they hit the floor. Shah Rukh brushes his nose against mine before lying on his side. I turn so I am facing him as he tugs off my underwear and I do the same to his. We are a hot mess of tangled body parts craving each other's touch, wanting to bring the other complete pleasure. I moan as Shah Rukh pulls me on top of him feeling myself melting, all traces of guilt totally evaporated to be replaced by complete satisfaction.

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"So do you think you will meet her?" Shah Rukh asks leaning over my body to try and catch a glimpse at my expression. I shrug. I've just told him what had happened before he had arrived and although he was confused at first once I explained why my mother was hanging around he could see her side fully-unlike me.
"Do you want to meet her?" Shah Rukh rephrases the question making me smile. I roll onto my back as Shah Rukh moves his hand from my waist to the mattress slightly resting his bare chest on my covered chest.
"I have so many unanswered questions," I groan feeling as confused as I did early. What if my mother was just here to snoop on me? What if she just wanted to scout the goods but now has changed her mind seen as she obviously thinks I'm having sex with Shah Rukh (which I am but my parents don't need to know that)? What if she was lying all over again?
"Then you need to get them answered else you'll spend your whole life wondering," Shah Rukh says kissing my forehead before lying on his back. I nod my head silently. I don't want to keep on wondering about the what ifs, I want the definites.
"This is why I love you Mr Khan," I mumble, "you're a man of the world." He chuckles beside me lacing his fingers with mine on the tangled bedsheets.
"And I love you Mrs Khan because you are so inquisitive," he laughs and I smile. Those two words together-Mrs Khan-still give me chills and a rush of adrenaline.