Kabhi to nazar milao

Hum tum

She relaxed against his chest, his arm around her shoulder.

"Kahani toh do logon se banti hai... aur hamari kahani tumhare aane se shuru hui thi... toh isse khaas banane wale tum ho."

He kissed on top of her head, "Kabhi  kabhi sochta hun agar tum yahan naa aati toh mera kya hota."

Naina felt her heart drop down to her stomach... she would have lost him forever had she not insisted on coming to Mumbai... running away from him at that time. She shivered... it was not possible to imagine a life without him.

Turning to him, she wrapped her arms around his waist, burying herself in his chest, "Aisa mat kaho, Sameer... tumhare bina jeene ka toh main soch bhi nahi sakti."

He pulled her more into him, the same fear making him shiver.

His one hand stroked her cheek, "Sochne ki zaroorat bhi nahi hai... humein koi alag kar hi nahi sakta... tumhe paane ke liye main sabse lad sakta hun... ghar walon se, poori duniya se, bhagwan se... "

She snuggled into him, feeling secured.

"Jab school mein tumhe dekhti thi toh pata nahi tha tum aise hoge", she said against his chest.

"Kaisa?"

"Umm... itne zyada... matlab itne... umm... " She fumbled for the right word.

He could understand what she wanted to say but he wanted to hear it from her, "Itna zyada kya, Naina? Itna achha, itna bura, itna pyar karne wala, itna tang karne wala?"

His fingers started to move from her cheek to her lips.

She straightened, pulling his hand away from her face, "Itne besharam."

"Main besharam hun? Naina, main toh ekdum seedha saada hun", he said with an innocent face.

She looked at his fingers on the curve of her waist, " Dikh raha hai kitne seedhe ho."

He followed her gaze, "Yeh... isme besharmi kya hai... apni hone wali biwi pe haq hai mera."

As the colour spread on her face, he let the back of his fingers graze her cheek, "Iss pink dress me tumhe dekh ke jo karne ka dil hai na... agar  woh bata dun toh tum besharam keh sakti ho."

She tried to sit up, pushing him away... the colour deepening as the butterflies started fluttering their gigantic wings.

"Ab zyada baatein mat banao... photo wapas karo meri." She mumbled in a trembling voice.

Sitting up behind her, he placed his chin on her shoulder, "Mujhe hi le jao na, apne saath... apne paas."

"Sameer, tumhe pata hai na yeh nahi ho sakta... toh ab ke liye photo de do na." She managed to speak... as his nose almost touched her ear, giving her goosebumps.

"Pata hai, Rahul ek ghar le raha hai... woh aur Sonali wahi rahenge shaadi ke baad." He grumbled as he remembered the conversation with Rahul.

"Haan jab shaadi ho jayegi toh saath hi toh rahenge." She could feel the longing too.

"Jaise tum rahogi mere saath... humare ghar mein", he tilted his head to touch hers.

"Aur kya... ek baar aa gayi na fir tum jitne marzi pareshan ho jao mujhse, main kahi nahi jaane wali... fir mat kehna ki Naina, kuch din apne chachaji ke ghar bhi chali jao." She tried changing the conversation to control her jumping heart.

He swiftly moved in front of her, "Ek baar aao toh sahi... tumhe aise baandh ke rakhunga ki ek second bhi khud se alag nahi karunga... jahan jaogi tumhare saath chalunga... agar chachaji ke ghar gayi toh wahan bhi chalunga... tumse chipak ke... fir chahe tumhari taiji shor machayein ya chakkar kha ke gir jaayein."