They lay together in each other's arms, satiated and exhausted from their love making. Ajay kissed her forehead "Hey Doc, thank you. I never knew love could be so strong, so powerful, so giving. I am glad to have you in my life." He knew she had completely surrendered to him, trusting him and loving him equally, without any inhibitions. That mattered to him a lot. And to Nidhi as well. It was her way of reciprocating her feelings for him. It was her wedding night gift to him.
Nidhi had never felt so secure in her entire life, being a motherless child always, something she never discussed with anyone, neither Anji nor her father. And Ajay had never before experienced the warmth of a woman, he himself being an orphan, been brought up by a man, his Baba and lack of other female relationships in his life except Mallika whom he only considered a friend. They drifted off to sleep, the content and happiness reflecting on their faces as a result of the aftermath of their love making.
Ajay woke up in the middle of night to realize that Nidhi was not in the bed. Where is she? He fumbled for his shirt in darkness but was unable to find it. He pulled on his trousers and wrapped the blanket around him to cover his bare torso. He walked out of the room, only to find Nidhi sitting on the top of the kitchen counter, eating noodles.
"You are unbelievable!!! Noodles, at this hour?"
"I was feeling hungry. Needed to replenish my energy." She winked at him. "Luckily, the kitchen is stocked with necessary grocery items. You seem to have taken care of that also. By the way, why are you moving around in this blanket?"
He avoided mentioning that he was bit apprehensive moving semi naked in front of her inspite of the fact that there was nothing to hide now. "I could not find my shirt, so thought of''''" He left his sentence midway when his eyes fell on Nidhi. She was wearing his shirt!!!!
"Why are you wearing my shirt?"
"Because I was feeling too lazy to unpack and wear my own clothes. Besides, it smelled of you. Feels nice on my body." She replied sounding devilishly innocent.
She never ceased to amaze him. Completely unpredictable. Bold. Innocent. Funny. Giving. Mature.
She had rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and it stopped just above her knees. She looked absolutely yummy, s**y and ravishing sitting there, her legs crossed and eating noodles, oblivious to the effect she was having on him.
"Want some?" She extended the bowl towards him, her mouth stuffed with noodles, one of them stuck around her lips.
"Sure why not?" Personally he never liked the taste of noodles but he was tempted to lick the noodle that was sticking out of her mouth, around her lips.
He dropped his blanket and moved towards her. Nidhi sensed his intentions and tried to escape. But it was too late. He grabbed hold of her and took the noodle in his mouth, his lips now playing at the corner of her mouth. He slipped his hands under her shirt, or rather his shirt, to caress her body. Nidhi arched backwards with pleasure. They made love again.
"You make me do things that I never thought I would do, especially at this age. You are driving me mad, woman!!!! "
"What has age got to do with this? We love each other and we are married. Nothing else matters." She just knew how to make him feel good whenever the age difference factor crossed his mind once in a while and he doubted if he is right for Nidhi.
Next morning they unwillingly woke up early as they were due to leave for Paris next day morning and Ashutosh had to take care of few arrangements at KGH. Nidhi fixed them French omlette toast, cereals and orange juice for breakfast.
"This is yummy. I have never eaten such a good toast before. "Ajay said with appreciation and surprise in his tone.
"I have been practicing cooking since last few months. It was the only thing that diverted my attention from you when we were separated. It somehow soothed my mind."
"Well, your practice seems to be paying off."
Ajay dropped Nidhi at Jeevan Sandhya as she wanted to check on Sukhdev and left for KGH.
