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Last Chapter 24

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Thank you for the patience… its surprising that you people stuck to the end.
God save you people.LOL

A/N before you kill me with your questions, I will answer beforehand- there is no epilogue.Big smile

Finally, we are at the last chapter.

Last Chapter 24

The Tree of Heaven

2 weeks later

she moaned breathlessly and arched her back to feel him more.

His head rose like the sun, from between her mounds with his signature smirk, “you tire me out these days Jasmine.”

She took in a sharp breath and clutched his hairs tight in her fists making him wince, “you, of all people, must not complain. I am taking my revenge for all the previous times.”

“oww… the revenge is hot”
he licked his lips naughtily.

She raised herself and bit his lips, “it was supposed to be cold.”

“With you around, I should only expect fireworks, Love.”
he leaned in and kissed her hard before walking away towards the washroom, wrapping the towel around his waist. She watched him vanish into the washroom and wrapped the sheet around herself. Her vision had cleared to a great extent but she was still not allowed to go out in bright daylight or look into very bright lights. she collected their clothes and dumped them into the laundry basket, humming a tune. Her eyes fell on her reflection in the mirror and she stopped. She walked closer and dropped her sheet and examined her naked self.

He walked out only to find his jasmine stand by the mirror and run her hands on her scars.

“what are you looking at?”

She saw him from the mirror and then looked back at that ugly mark on her abdomen, running a finger on it.

“Has it started fading?” she asked thoughtfully.

He shook his head, picked up the sheet and stood behind her. he gently wrapped it around her and turned her to face him.

“Give it time Geet. Wounds take time to heal.”

She looked up and back into his eyes. Those words reminded her of something from the past… something very familiar. She raised her hand and caressed his cheek, “the patience wears off at times.”

He opened his mouth to say something but then let it go. he just patted her head with a weak smile and went to get ready for work. She noticed that and wondered if he remembered something that made him upset. She decided to ask him when he got back home but he surprised her with the tickets to fly back home. Her mother was there too and it excited Geet that she would finally get home.


The long journey home didn’t tire her out even a bit. If at all, she could even run around the entire mansion and still not feel exhausted. He smiled at her excitement as her hold around his arm tightened.

“You shouldn’t go overboard with all this excitement. You still haven’t recovered completely.” He warned her and she, very conveniently, ignored him. she put on her sun glasses and waited with her mother for the car. Dadima and Naina were there to pick them up and Geet couldn’t help screaming in joy, like a little child. All through the drive back home, dadima kept asking about how she was and if she was still on medication and she gave every detail she could possibly have.
The first question she asked when she entered the mansion was about Priya and the baby.

“She has taken Garv for his vaccine shot. She will be back soon. Till then just go and freshen up.”
Dadima kissed her forehead and let her go.

Maan saw her jumping up the stairs, like a little kid and hugged dadima.

“is she well now?”

“Yes Dadima. Its after such a long time that am seeing her so happy.”

Dadima caressed his cheeks, “Now, go and take rest. And knowing her, she’d be running around the mansion in a while. Just keep an eye on her. I don’t want our surprise to get spoiled.”

She winked at him and left. He rolled his eyes and wondered what surprise they were planning. He knew something was up but even he had no idea what it was.

She had just lied down to relax her back and never knew when sleep took over. A lazy long bath after a long journey had indeed tired her out.

“Jasmine… wake up.”

She rolled over to the other side.

“Geet…Geet..” his soft voice disturbed her sleep and she didn’t want to wake up.

“Open your eyes. Garv and Priya are here to see you.”

That did the magic. She fluttered her eyes open and found him smiling down at her.

“how long have I slept?” she yawned and ate half of her words.

“umm… quite a while. Now, get ready. dadima has called us downstairs.”

She rubbed her eyes, “and Priya?”

“she is waiting for you too!”

She went to freshen up when she looked out, towards the balcony and her eyes widened in shock.

“Its evening already? Why didn’t you wake me up earlier?” she frowned at him.

“You needed rest.”
He answered in his most innocent voice.

“Arrghh… you…”
she wanted to curse him but then she knew there was no point. So, she went ahead and freshen up in a light green chudidaar. He was ready too.

“are you going somewhere?”

“Nope. Dadima has called us to see her in the backyard. Everyone is there. come on.

She stood numb and watched the faces of everyone gleam in the fairy lights. dadima, Priya, Dev, naina, badi maa, her parents…everyone was there, with wide smiles, welcoming her home.

Priya rushed and hugged her tightly, “Welcome back home Geet. You have no idea how much I have missed you.”

She broke the hug and looked at Maan, “and Happy Anniversary to both of you.”

Geet smiled and cried at the same time as everyone hugged her and told her how happy they were to see her and filled her with everything that she had missed. But her eyes looked around for one little life that had made her days restless.

“Where is Garv?” she asked Priya, finally.

Priya smiled and wiped her tears, “Ohh he is just having a bad day today Geet. Got his vaccine and he is cranky.”

“But where is he?

“He is sleeping. Come on. Let us introduce him to his choti maa.”

“Chotti maa..”
she mumbled to herself. A new name! A new relation she was going to begin with that little life.

She almost wept when she saw that tiny two month old stir in his sleep. His face was pink and he looked so beautiful. Priya stood back and watched her kneel down by his crib. She knew how excited Geet was about the baby. She had talked to her for hours describing how he kicked and what all things he made her eat when he was still inside his mother. Geet had literally felt everything that Priya had felt. So how could she not feel this emotional to see him breathing and moving and crying? And this was the reason why she and Dev had decided to wait for Geet and Maan before putting his name on the papers.

Geet looked at the baby in wonder and touched his soft pink hands, cautiously. The baby stirred and wrapped his tiny digits around her finger and stirred in his sleep.

“Hi baby”, she whispered, “how are you?”

The baby’s lips twitched and then he started wailing, looking for his mother. Priya rushed to him and picked him up carefully, rocking him back to sleep again. but Garv didn’t want to sleep anymore perhaps. The moment he found the familiar warmth of his mother, he cuddled more into her bosom and smiled triumphantly.

Priya smiled, “you are one naught boy; pretending to cry to get attention, aren’t you?”

The baby just kept looking through his tiny eyes at his mother as if he understood every bit of it.

“Now, you have someone to give you all your attention. Your choti maa is back home. Be good to her.

She looked at Geet who seemed so dazed with everything around.

“Geet…hold him.” Priya urged and very carefully gave the baby to her.

She was scared at first but Priya instructed her on the hold and when she could, the emotions she felt were inexplicable. The tiny life in her hands looked at her as if he were trying to look for some clue of recognition.

“Your mother is an incredible woman. Don’t trouble her.” she teased. And then Garv cried again, taking offense. The duo laughed and Priya took Garv to feed while Geet walked to others who had brought a cake with a Anniversary message written on it.

Maan watched her glow as she fed him the cake and then to everyone. His Jasmine was finally in bloom.

On dinner table, everyone asked Geet about Garv’s name.

“But I like the name he already has. Garv Khurana… sounds so nice.”

“Bas. It is decided then. Tomorrow I am going to put his name on the papers.” Dev announced.

They sat in the hall playing cards but Maan stayed away. He was busy playing with his nephew, who seemed to have taken a liking to his uncle. He giggled when Maan ran a finger on his forehead and listened to him carefully when he spoke words of knowledge. At times, even Garv put forward his thoughts and opinions through his chuckles and spit bubbles. Geet watched Maan in awe and wondered if she’d be able to bring the same happiness to Maan that Garv brought.

“dii…its your turn now.” Naina’s voice brought her back to reality. She shook her head got back into the game. Of course she would. Right things happened at the right times.


That night, she dreamed of home. She dreamed of the time she was with Priya, Dev, Naina and little Garv. It was their last night in India and she was upset. She didn’t want to leave Garv who by now had known well who his choti maa was. She didn’t want to leave Priya and dadima and her family. Her badi maa was healing, albeit slowly. She could make a few gestures via her eyes and fingers. She understood things. And Geet didn’t want to go back even after one whole month. She wanted to be with her badi ma. She was in her house and Maan was back in KM. Though they were just neighbours, it still felt she had come a place very far from him. she had a flight to catch the next day but she couldn’t sleep. It was way past midnight when she just decided to take a walk in her backyard. The absence of the bakula tree left her with no place to seek peace. She pulled the robe over her night dress and walked towards her most favourite place which now held no fragrance and no life.

She stood where she always did and looked up at the sky. Things had changed with time and her tree of heaven had left her. Died. And hence, been uprooted. How long has it been that it was gone? Had it gone to its rightful master, Krishna? He played his flute under the bakula and enticed the milk maidens of vrindavan. So, has it gone back to heaven, she thought. He created his love story under the shade of the bakula and she created her story under the same too. It saddened her to no ends and wished if Krishna gave her back her Bakula. She left a deep breath and turned to leave. She’d be going far away from everyone the next day. She tripped on something, perhaps roots of some plant and held herself from falling. The moon shined enough above her head to let her see her present from the heaven and she almost cried in happiness. There stood, the tiny bakula, rising from the seed that his mother had left behind as a parting gift to her. she knelt in front of it and caressed its soft new leaves like she would caress Garv in her arms.

She dreamed of the happiness she had felt then and she dreamed of her journey back to the US. Only if it were a dream…but it wasn’t. She woke up with a smile on her face wondering how big the tree would have grown. She looked beside and saw her husband in deep sleep. It was a weekend and so she let him be. she pulled her hair in a messy bun and walked down to prepare breakfast after freshening up.
She brewed his coffee and hummed a tune of her own. the house was so silent and she loved it. her voice echoed in the kitchen and she swayed her hips to the music she was humming.

“Ohh god..”
she jumped at his sudden hug and relaxed immediately realizing it was just her husband. He pushed away her hair to one side and kissed her exposed skin, mumbling a good morning. he was just in his tracks only but his skin was warm. They remained like that, just slowing time a little and enjoying the feel of each other. He rested his head on her shoulder, yawning while she made pancakes.

“why did you wake up? See, you are still sleepy.”
She mumbled, trying to recall the last time they had been so normal, like this.

“I woke up because you were missing.”

She smiled and shook her head. He’d wake up if he didn’t find her beside him. she wondered if he got this habit in the past few months when she had been in such a terrible state. He’d hold her close in his sleep and he’d wake up if he didn’t find her close.

“do you want to eat now?”


She liked when they sat and ate together, talking and teasing.

“I dreamed about Garv today.” she chimed.

“Ohh man, I miss him so much.”
He sighed. He was not at all happy, leaving Garv behind. they had been back in the US for the last three months but Garv had kept their hearts with him, back home.

Geet finished her food and went around, pulling out the curtains to put them in the laundry while he just watched her work, sipping his coffee lazily. She wore her knee length nighty and kept humming her favourite tune. The same Sound of Music that he so despised. The same song that he had forbidden her to sing long back, dressed as a witch.

“Say Geet, do you fancy going somewhere, like a small weekend trip?”

She bent down to sort out the coloured drapes from the light coloured ones and her dress did nothing to cover her dignity. He enjoyed the view she presented and held back the urge to take her back to bed and make love to her like crazy.
She stood straight and turned to look at him, with that weird look on his face and raised her brow at him, realizing well what he might be looking at.

“Trip? Where to?”

He shrugged his shoulder, “Anywhere you say.”

She dumped the stuffs on the floor and rested her hands on her waist, “really? Mr.Maan Singh Khurana, its going to be 2 years to our marriage soon and you still owe me a honeymoon.”

He cocked his head to a side, “but I thought we are on an extended honeymoon since the very first day we came here, Love.”

She didn’t know whether to smile or frown at his statement. So she just shook her head and went ahead to do all that she had planned for the day but not without a tart reply.

“You are so boring.” She twisted her lips.

He rushed to her and picked her up from the waist, making her squeal, “since you complain…”

He carried her up the stairs and she wriggled.

“…I must do something to shut that lovely mouth of yours.”

The moment they reached their room, he put her on her feet and tickled her, making her laugh.

“And yes, you must stop singing that stupid song.”

Her laughter ceased and she looked at him sternly realizing what song he was talking about.

“I hate it.”

“I won’t.” She spit out and walked to open the windows.

“Yes you will.”



“No No No.”

He lifted her up and carried her to the bed for she wasn’t coming to him of her
own free will.

“Yes yes yes.”

She hit his chest angrily, “Stop forcing your will on me, you brute.”

“You know what, I will burn that dvd you have in your collection. I never ever want my children to learn that.” He spoke pushing away the pillows and laying her down.

She frowned, “Not Yours. Our children.”

He looked at her for a second and smiled realizing his folly and slid his hands under her nighty, “yeah, ours. But not that song okay.”

“Impossible.” She clutched his hair and looked at him angrily.

“Grow up Geet. And I don’t understand why are we even having this conversation when we have better things to do?

She opened her mouth to retaliate but he didn’t let her. he pressed his lips on hers and ate away her words.

“ummm…” she smiled into the kiss and closed her eyes. She saw her entire life pass behind her lids and then there was her bakula, slowly growing up. Right things happened at the right time.

She tore away her mouth from his, making him groan and pushed him away, sitting up. He watched her in amusement as she held the hem of her nighty and pulled it off her head. His eyes feasted on the nakedness of his beautiful wife and reached out to take her in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and fell back on the bed, taking him along.

“Give me a baby, Khurana.”
She demanded on his lips and watched his face reflect emotions that she very well related to. He remained still, looking at her with such intensity that she couldn’t help but kiss him.

It took him some time to swallow those overpowering emotions and kissed her gently, lovingly, with tenderness that swept her off her feet.

They broke apart for air and he smiled, looking deep into her eyes, “Are you sure?”

She nodded and then blushed.

“Alright then, but remember, I don’t like keeping things undone for long.”

That tease! She lifted her eyes to see his eyes twinkling in mirth. And she turned redder with the way he just looked at her.

“wh…what do you mean?”
, she found no other way to answer him.

“I mean that we must not stop until we succeed Love.

Her eyes widened in shock, “Nooo…”

He laughed, “Yesss..”

He dipped his head into her bosom, taking in those mounds into his attention. In no time, they were rolling on the bed, moaning and crying and writing in pleasure.

“Stay With Me Like This, Always.” He panted, falling on her, reaching his high.

“Forever With You.”


Chapter 22

Chapter – 22

“I Want To See You”

Eight  months in this new part of the world had opened her mind wide like the sky. She worked in the day, took lazy long walk with Maan after dinner, spent her nights talking to him about everything under the sun and at times, much to his annoyance, she would ward him off and bury herself in her latest book. She had been a bit ecstatic and a whole lot happier this particular month. They’d be celebrating their first marriage anniversary in a few days. Time had flown so quickly. She recalled them sitting under the bakula tree and talking of worlds while she put on her earrings. Life with this man had been a dream for her. he always called himself lucky that he found her but she knew they completed each other. She knew she was lucky in this aspect too.

“Ready?” he walked towards her, pulling on his dinner suit.

“Almost.” She quickly dabbed the gloss on her lips and rushed out to wear her shoes. It was Maan’s College Reunion party and he was so excited for it. She could see that boyish Maan peeking out of his personality today and very well enjoyed the sight. She had put  a little bit extra effort to look good today. She’d be meeting his friends for the first time. She had to look her best. She didn’t tell this to Maan because he’d say she needn’t do all such stuffs to look good and that she was beautiful the way she was.

But of course men enjoyed flaunting their pretty wives but then quite not too. She wondered what was wrong with the male specie altogether! They’d want everyone to feel jealous of their and “only their” beautiful, prized possessions but then they’d hate, in fact, go on a cold blooded murdering spree when someone stared at their “prized possessions” a second longer than required. Maan was no exception either; she had come to learn of this over time.

“What are you smiling at?” he asked, putting on the music of their car. He drove and she sat, looking at nothing in particular and smiling. The winter was very much there. The snow was still piled up on the sides. The heater kept them warm.

She pressed her lips to hold that smile from escaping. She turned to look at him and sighed. She still had that butterfly feeling whenever he dressed so. She knew now that he only dressed up to kill. She just felt like leaning over and pressing a kiss on his cheeks. And that she did. She quickly leaned towards him and pecked him on his cheek, surprising him.

“Geet, we are on the road!”
he stated with utmost seriousness.


“So, why’d you do that for?” he tried hard to keep his gaze focussed on the road.

“Do I need a reason?” she twisted her lips.

“Unless you want me to pull over and make hot love to you in the car right in the middle of nowhere!” he stated as a matter-of-fact.

Warmth spread on her face and she felt hot.

“you… you have to attend an event, keep that in mind mister!” she fumbled and got back to him but he knew she was flushed.

“you have to attend it with me too, keep that in mind madam!”
he teased, in the same tone as hers.

Oh that smirk! that devilish sexy smirk! So typical of the Maan Singh Khurana! And his double meaning words! she gulped down her saliva to wet that dry throat that he had rendered her with.

“Keep some chastity alive Mr. Khurana.” She spoke confidently yet blushing furiously. his words initiated some amazing reactions in the pit of her stomach.

“I’m sorry Love, but I am a morally corrupt man right now; all thanks to this hot and sexy woman sitting right beside me and who is only mine!”

She, right at that moment wanted to fling herself on him and make him do all sorts of things that he was hinting at but she held back! For the love of god, they had a party to attend! She looked away and tried to enjoy the music and the night sky through the window.

He held her protectively round her waist and walked in with arrogance! Prized Possession that she was! She giggled in his arms and greeted people who greeted them. the night was full of fun and Geet enjoyed the guys teasing each other and spilling out dirty dorm secrets to the wives! Quite a happening dorm life! The function started and people took the mic to introduce their families. Geet watched, some had girlfriends and some had wives. Some had cute little babies too and it fascinated her how they introduced their family in fun ways more than one. When it was their turn, he held her hand and took her to the spotlight.

“…and this is my wife, my love, my jasmine…Geet. I had been in love with her since childhood and never in his life, had a man been this blessed to hold his heaven in his arms.” He announced proudly.

His friends hooted and whistled and clapped and teased and what not but she remained dazed! Not that he had never professed his love for her before; in fact he did it in the most elaborate ways possible but the pride with which he held her today in front of everyone meant so much to her that she almost wept in happiness.

When they reached home, around 2am, she still remained quiet and dazed and spaced out; so much that he had to hold her hand and drag her inside. She walked to their room and stood right in front of the mirror and looked at herself rather objectively. Maan was still in the hall, doing something. she took off her jewelleries and smudged her lipstick and ruffled her hair.

“You, Geet Khurana,” she spoke to her reflection, pointing an index finger towards it, “are one lusty woman!”

Saying so, she unhooked her dark red gown and let it fall on the floor, leaving her only in her boring black undergarments. The door opened with a creak and she heard him gasp at the sight she presented in front of him. he stood rooted and she turned to him with a look that gave away her thoughts. He gulped hard and left the door that shut close in a slow motion.

“My god Geet…do you plan to kill me?” he panted and strode towards his wife in her otherwise “boring” undergarments. Before he could even touch her, she held the collars of his white shirt and pulled him to her with a force that unsteadied him.

“Show me how morally corrupt you are Khurana!” she whispered on his lips.

He left the coat that he held in his hands and carried her to the bed, “Damn! I am
at your mercy the moment you take lead, Love. And here I am, at your service.”

Pushing her down, he fell on her and kissed her hard, ready to please her as she desired.


“Maan, must you go?” she whined, pulling down the spread from her face and watched her husband get ready to leave for a trip. He put on his watch and leaned over her and gave her his favourite morning kiss. She hummed in his mouth and kissed him back lazily.

“yes Geet… I have to.” He broke apart and sighed.

“But…but its our first anniversary day after tomorrow. I wanted us to be together.”

“I am so sorry jasmine… but this deal has got me into a fix. Don’t be sad. We will celebrate our first anniversary a few days later.” he encouraged her with a smile.

She watched him leave with a sad smile and got back inside. She’d be alone for the next 5 days and she’d miss him. He’d be back three days after their anniversary. Till then, she had to keep her mind busy and who else could do that better than a six month pregnant Priya! Priya talked to her about the baby’s movments and Dev and how the entire family has turned into five year olds, irritating her with the gifts and toys.

She could hardly talk to him for 5 minutes on their anniversary because of his travel schedule. But then, she was not disappointed because she had a whole lot of plans for the days to come. And the day came quicker than she thought. She had bought gifts for him and baked a cake and made him a card too. She found it silly but she couldn’t help. it was evening by the time she was done and drove to pick him up from the airport.

He watched the weather turn bad as he waited in the lounge. There were announcements of an impending snowstorm. He knew Geet would be picking him up and called her immediately to stop her. but she wouldn’t pick up the phone.

“Gosh Geet… don’t come now.” He prayed.

He had called her a few times, left her a voice mail but there was no answer from her. she had kept her phone in the car and had gone to pick some flowers for him and then completely forgot about her phone. he just hoped that she got the news of the storm.

She turned on the heater of the car, feeling the temperature drop. It had started snowing. She turned on the head lights and hoped to reach him before the weather turned bad. There were a few vehicles on the highway that kept her company. And then her vision went hazy. A thick fog surrounded her and she pressed the accelerator to reach him faster.

He watched the storm subside a few hours later and sighed in relief that she wasn’t here. He wondered then why she hadn’t called. His phone blared making his smile at the name flashing on it.

“Geet..” he answered happily.

But what awaited him was the news of a car, skidding off the highway due to snow and a wounded wife. All energy left his body and his legs froze; refused to move for a few seconds; his mind gone numb and he felt something heavy pull him down to the floor. He resisted. He resisted hard and rushed to the hospital like a mad man.


He listened carefully to what the doctors told about her post operative care but in his heart, all he wanted to do was just go and see her. He knew about Pneumatic Retinopexy and the things that are done in it. but what worried him was the recovery. It takes 1-3 weeks to heal but for that to happen, she had to follow rules. She was not allowed to lie on her back. She was not allowed to even move at her free will else the gas bubble injected within would not remain in the right position. And that would be painful.

When he came out, he found Rano ma happy for Geet. She went home to perform a small puja. Maan remained there. he knew this was a standard surgery. He knew of the risks and success. He knew that she will be okay. He wasn’t worried about any of that. But what he worried about was her state. It was easy to sympathize but very difficult to understand the situation from her point of view. And he didn’t want to sympathize. Hell, he didn’t even want to empathize with her. he wanted to suffer all that she did! He wanted much more than just feel for her.

She didn’t know when days passed and nights came. She didn’t know when the moon left the horizon and gave way to a brighter star. But she could hear voices. Voices of unknown. Voices of the familiar and the unfamiliar. Voice of her mother, talking to her. And voice of her husband, telling her that she was all okay now. she felt something move within her eyes and then it hurt. She groaned in pain and the doctors told the anesthesia was wearing off and that she would have to stop moving.

Nurses came and went giving her the required medicines at the required times and in the required doses and she felt like an eternity pass before her. lying down, eyes closed, doing nothing! Her skin burned on her side because she wasn’t allowed to move or change sides unless there was a doctor around. She wasn’t allowed to cry too because that would strain her eyes muscles.

“…and when we get home, we are going to celebrate our first anniversary.”
He sat beside her and talked, one such evening.

Their anniversary! Ohh how much she had wanted to celebrate with him! what she had expected and what she had come to?

“Geet… say something.” he called out to her, feeling her quiet.

“Maan, how long has it been?” she asked softly, “I want to go home.” Her voice cracked.

“Five days, Love. we are allowed to go by the end of the week.”

So, she had been in the hospital for five eternities! She tried to move but he held her, preventing her from doing so.

“It..It hurts.”

“No Geet. Don’t think about it. think of all the good things in our life. Think of all the beautiful memories you have…”

A sense of deja vu filled her. those words… she remembered clearly. And she let that feeling engulf her into a recent memory… a memory where she had been like this… tied to hospital bed; her eyes shut tight with the bandages and her desperation. He had been there, then too, sitting beside her like he did now and had told her to think of all the good memories that she had. That day, she had thought of the good memories and she had thought of Maan. Today, she did the same too. That day, the only thing she had wanted to see was Maan and today, she wished to see him too…once…just once! That day, from the deep recess of her memory words had formed a song… the same song that she heard inside her head today as well. Past merged with the present like the rain merged with the ocean…the amalgamation so overpowering that she felt she was floating in an alternate universe.

I want to see you.
Know your voice.
Recognize you when you
first come ’round the corner’.

She tried to imagine his face. How did he look now? two months later? She’d be seeing him. she’d be seeing her mother. She’d be seeing Priya and her baby. She’d be seeing her family. She tried to picture everyone’s face from her last memory of them…the last time she had seen them. the last time she had seen “him”, before he had gone for that trip. Would he have grown a stubble? Would he have developed dark circles around his red eyes? Did men even get dark circles due to stress and sleeplessness?

Familiar scent of “home” filled her senses and she heard his footsteps around her. she was home, she knew it. and his footsteps lingered.

Sense your scent when I come
into a room you’ve just left.
Know the lift of your heel,
the glide of your foot.

Her mother helped her with her routine and fed her with her own hands. She listened to her about Maan and how he had started to resume work slowly. She was happy that he was doing so. She heard about her father and Naina and her childhood stories too. It was as if she had gone back to become a baby and she reveled in her mother’s love. her mother tucked her in the blanket and left her to sleep. But she waited for Maan. He had been out the whole day or so her mother told. She wanted to speak to him about his day and work…how they used to do it some time back. She heard the door open and the sweep of his footsteps and smiled.

“Maan… I missed you.”

He pulled her in his embrace, “I missed you too Love. how are you doing today?”

She opened her mouth to answer him but he just leaned forward and pressed his lips on hers in a soft kiss.

 Become familiar with the way
you purse your lips
then let them part,
just the slightest bit,
when I lean in to your space
and kiss you.

They broke apart and she let her fingers feel his face. his eyes…the bridge of his nose…the contours of his cheeks that tapered into a pointed chin and his stubble.

“I want to see You.” She whispered, still in his arms.

I want to know the joy
of how you whisper

“I want you to see me too.”

She knew he was desperate too, just like her. but she feared, not of his emotions but of hers when she’d finally open her eyes and see him. she had learned him through her touch and now she’d see him again…like the first time she had seen him when he had come back form from his University. How would she hold herself then, she feared her own anxiety.

now, I will be a good girl today and tell you what is going to happen next.Embarrassed

next: she sees…him!


Posted by on 16/09/2016 in ~With You~