Ronakshi FS : The Reception

The Equal Game

Sona was just out of the shower, hairs wet and she was draping the saree.. Water drops from her hair already tracing their way through her skin.. And just as she finished draping it.. And was about to dry her hair... She heard a loud knock at the door.. With the manner.. She understood that it's her hubby... So she happily went to open the door... 

As soon as she opened 

"Itna der lagta hai tumhe darwa....."And words just got stuck in his mouth.... Yes the doctor Dr. Rohit sippy was smitten by his wife.. Ofc he has seen her many times in saree.. But not like this... If eyes could just undress... His gazes would do that.. For anyone looking at sona.. It would be normal and simple.. It for Rohit she was looking ethereal... That sindoor in her partition... .. The chooda and the mangalsutra which were all entitled to him... That she belonged to him.. And the wet hairs were evoking senses in him.. Which he had never experienced earlier. 

"Rohitttt... Andar toh aao.. " Sona's voice just got him

back to senses.. Ofc.. Sona caught his expression and smiled inwardly... "Jao tayaar ho jao.. Humein niche jaana hai" Sona continued as Rohit stepped in.. 

"Ab yeh aise saree pehnegi.. Aur itne pyaar se baat karegi.. Toh main isse zyaada der tak gussa nahi reh sakta.. Rohitttt your wife has dressed to kill you... Don't show her the effect she has on you.. Just head to the washroom and get ready... Don't give in soo easily" As Rohit's mind chided him... He felt a few drops of water on his face... And yes that was his Sona...drying her hair with a towel.. Moving her hair from one side to other... "Abhi tak yahin khade ho Rohit.. Andar jao.. Get ready" Sona repeated.. Knowing very well his expressions.. Nd her mind did a happy dance.. "Rohit not again... Just head to washroom" Rohit's mind ordered him.. And he just walked into the washroom.. 

"Dr. Surgeon.. Ab aage aage dekho hota hai kya.. Rehlo rehlo.. Jitna gussa rehna hai rehlo... Let me see for how long can you resist" Sona thought aloud. Audible only to her.. 

In the washroom.. Rohit opened the cold shower.. But they did no good to him... All he could think was of Sona in that saree... The droplets dripping from her hair.... Trailing through her back.. Was all Rohit could recall.. "Nahi,Nahi Rohit.. You will not give in easily.. Sona tum aisa... Nahi kar sakti.. Tumne jo kiya woh galat kiya.. Ab mujhe naaraaz bhi nahi rehne de rahi ho.. " Rohit complained to himself.. And just then an idea clicked him "Ab main bhi dekhta hoon sona.. Tum kya kya kar sakti ho .. Mujhe manaane ke liye.. Ofc I know you have caught my expressions... So let the game begin.. Main bhi dekhta hoon.. To what extent this onscreen parvati can go to" As his mind smiled at the new found victory.. He turned off the shower... Just wrapped his towel around his waist and stepped out.. Water droplets hugging his body.. And drops dripping  from his hair... He stepped out...

As his gaze shifted from ground.. To the mirror... He was cleaned bowled again.. "Not again.. Yeh ladki aaj meri naraazgi dur karwa ke rehgi.. She is not going to stop.. Waise i doubt... If she is doing it intentionally knowing the effect she has on me.. Or she is innocent" Rohit's mind tried to reason out... Just then he heard sona's voice "Rohit.. Tum yeh kya baar baar freeze mode pe chale jaate ho.... Dekh kya rahe ho.. Come help me tie this dori" As sona's voice brought him out of his thoughts.. He just followed the instructions as if drugged and walked up to her...