Expectedly Unexpected: A SamAina FF

Part 4: The Morning After...

It was around 11am when Naina opened her eyes. Her head was hurting really bad. As she tried to get up, she realized that she was completely undressed. Surprise had hardly dawned over her, when she felt someone's hand resting over her bare stomach. She turned to her side to see Sameer, sleeping peacefully besides her, again completely clotheless. Naina was horrified. This has to be a dream. "No...no....," she tried to get up and in the process, Sameer's hand got displaced. His sleep was broken by this and he rubbed his eyes. His shock was similar to the one Naina had got just a minute back. He saw Naina pulling the blanket up to cover herself, her eyes full of terror. Sameer and Naina looked about and saw their clothes strewn on the floor. All the memories of last night came gushing back to both of them.

Sameer propped himself up, taking his share of the blanket and gulped. Their eyes met again. "Kyaaa...kyaaa.....hum....," Naina could hardly mouth it out. Sameer could only lower his eyes and nod. It was wrong, Naina's brain told her. You have not lived upto your family's values. You are a depraved girl. How dare you sleep with a boy? Didn't you say all this was correct only after marriage? And here you've become dirty! Rotten! Naina's eyes erupted in tears as she slapped her palm to her head in remorse. Sameer wanted to comfort her. He raised his hand towards her shoulder, but thought the better of it. "I'm sorry...," he managed to utter. But it had no effect on Naina. If possible, it only made her cry harder. He suddenly felt extremely angry. He knew it was a big deal for Naina. Sleeping with her was a big deal for him too! But the way she was acting as if he had polluted her, angered him. He couldn't comprehend if Naina was upset because she had slept with a boy or because she had slept with him. He'd only tried to console her last night, when he lost control. Sameer Maheshwari lost control for a girl! Had it been any other girl, she would have felt lucky to have spent the night with him. And Sameer would have snubbed her off. But here the scenario was completely reversed. He somehow wanted Naina to say, "whatever happened wasn't that bad...that she'd enjoyed it...". "Stop thinking all this Sameer...," he commanded his mind, his arrogant demeanour back in full swing.

Sameer took a sheet lying nearby and covered himself with it as he got up. He slowly moved to the other corner of the room, and looked away, as he lit a cigarette, waiting for Naina to dress up. Naina took the cue, covered herself with the blanket as much as she could and carefully gathered her clothes, and then crept towards the bathroom. Sameer heard her sobs through the bathroom door the entire 15 minutes she spent inside, and he felt a mixture of sadness, helplessness and irritation.

Naina came out of the bathroom, fully clothed, her eyes blood-shot and her expression one of regret and pain as she moved towards the door. "Abhi nahi....koi dekh lega...,"Sameer stopped her as she turned the doorknob. Naina stopped, realizing that he was right. She quietly came back and sat down on the same bed which had witnessed their steamy spectacle last night, her eyes lowered to the floor. She could not even manage to look at Sameer or meet his eye. At this moment, she was finding it difficult to absorb all that had happened between them last night. Her mind was still muddy from all the drinking and she was not in a position to think straight as of now. She just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible, away from him, so that she could sit and ponder or cry or whatever, back when she was alone. After all, this damage could not be undone.

Sameer was still draped in only that sheet and was now sitting on the couch, his feet propped up on the table in front of him. This was probably his third cigarette, Naina guessed, judging by the smoke in the room and the stubs in the cigarette bowl. How could he be so cool about all this, Naina did not have the capacity to think. So Naina waited on the bed, her eyes set on the floor, fidgeting with her fingers in anxiousness.

After many minutes of silence, Sameer finally turned to look at her. Angst was evident on her face. That somehow sent a surge of anger back into his veins. She detested sleeping with him! She did not like what happened that night! Why did he have to sleep with her? As it is, things were not good between them and now they've become worse. Would her father get to know? Sameer shuddered at the thought. Hate him or not, Sameer was scared of her librarian father, more than he would have liked to admit. That man is going to skin me alive if he finds out that I slept with his daughter. Huh! So what! She's lucky she got me the first time. Girls would die for a night with me. And here this behenji is acting as if the world is falling apart. No, though she's no longer a behenji. Sameer again sized her up. He couldn't tear his gaze away from the body he'd seen, caressed, admired and kissed so closely. She was good- he had to admit it. But then, he realized where his mind was taking him again.