"Jab tak tujhe pyar se
Beinteha main bhar na dun
Jab tak main duaaoon sa
Sau dafa tujhe pad na loon
Haan mere paas tum raho
Jaane ki baat na karo
Mere sath tum raho
Jaane ki baat na karo"
"Shukar hai.. kisi ko toh yaad raha ki shaadi meri bhi honi hai...." I mumble rolling my eyes as I set up the pillow behind me to be at least a little more comfortable. "Tune mnna krna tha?" He asked considerably taken aback. I turn towards him with a slight smile pushing away the hair covering his eyes. "Nhi bas aise hi mujhe bolna tha sab ko, mtlb suspense bna k aur abhi nhi bol skti toh isiliye" I confess making him chuckle.
Si - "Gadhi... koi baat nhi abhi unko tera jawaab nhi pta kr lena jo act krna hai"
"Hyee nhi nhi.... Dadu ko baad mein smjhana parega sab, serious le jaate hai woh kbhi kbhi, abhi rehnede, unko khushi wali baat hi btayenge" I say laying my head against his shoulder letting the pillow lay against my back. Sleeping with his arm around me was much comfier than a lavish pillow. He turned to face me pecking the top of my head before pulling me completely into his arms. "Thank you.... ajj agar tu na kr deti ya baat tal deti toh sch mein toot jaata main. I promise I'll never let either of us have to bear living away from each other this time. I love you a lot more than I can say, shayad firse kehna band krdu kyunki mere liye aise roz roz bolna ek alarm ki trah hai. Zaroori lekin agar zyada bolo toh unaffective ho jaata hai. Ill show you how much I love you every single day, in every single way I can." He whispered softly against the supple skin of my neck. I pull back just enough to cup his face pecking his lips just as passionately as before. His hands continuing to rub against my back Inside my shirt without an ounce of hesitation. It felt so right, the soft of his palm burning desires into my bare skin. Perhaps people were right when the said how someone deprived of love melts right into it when they find it. The same was happening with us, restrictions thrown right out the window. I trusted him to stop too, he knew there'd be a whole separate journey to that. His hands inched my higher up my torso, bunching it right around my midriff. He pulled back letting himself caress the double "s" infinity tattoo on my side. The smile on his face exactly what I'd imagined his reaction to be.
Flashback :
"Sidharth sun naaa?" I whine laying against his stomach. He'd been laying silently for over an hour, and I was bored out of my mind having absolutely nothing to do. "Sunn toh raha hu baby, bol?" He reverted lacing a hand through my hair the other still lay flat against his chest, tapping every now and then.
S - "Mere se baat krnaaa? Main bore ho rahi hu, 1 ghanta ho gya tujhe aise chup chap lete huye"
"Idhar aa, yaha reh aise hi aur baat kr. Jawaab de raha hu na?" He mumbled pulling myself in his arms. I sigh snuggling into his chest, getting the smart idea of drawing something I'd just imagined. I lean up taking a pen from his basket of them. He didn't seem too fazed, still laying as still as one could possibly. "Kya kar rahi hai meri jaan? Canvas nhi hu main" he whined sliding his hand out of mine as he felt the tip of the pen.
S - "Karne dega toh kya chala jayega tera? Baat bhi nhi kr raha, uth bhi nhi raha aur abhi kuch kr rahi hu toh krne bhi nhi de raha. Chup chap krne de nhi toh muh todungi tera. "
I continue the small drawing I'd started finishing the little symbol off with my initials. I knew he'd act like it irritated him but love it like hell on the inside. He was like that, a crazy teenage lover at heart protected with the shield of maturity he wore on the outside. I peck the little pen drawing rubbing away the blue I knew got on my lips. He looked up chuckling as he pulled away my hand. I lean in putting a slight mark on his cheek, making me realize I'd smudged all of the lipstick I had on before. I pout slightly laughing with him the next second. "Idhar aa, cartoon hai vaise tu poori ki poori" he mumbled wiping my face away with a tissue. I move into his lap as he sits down proudly pointing to the sketch I'd made against the inside of his wrist. "Mera trademark lgga diya maine tere...sunn naa aise real wale bnwaye? Dono? Chota sa toh hai" I chime a little too excited simply thinking of it.
Si - " Bilkul bhi nhi, I dont like tattoos."
"Sidharthhhhh please naa? Kya hai.. itna chota sa hai dikhe ga bhi nhi" I mumbled giving him a pout.
Si - "Yeh hai na? Roz isse redo krlena, tattoo nhi bnwaunga main"
I came back to reality feeling his lips against my skin. His eyes not moving from the little inked symbol. "Trademark?" He questioned looking up a few minutes later. I felt my face flush at the mention feeling slightly shy at the mention. I didn't know if it was the fact that he'd put his hand still right over it or the thought of exactly what I'd thought of getting that tattoo a day before the party. I wanted to be completely his, let him complete me physically the same way his presence completed me mentally. I was more confident and myself when he was around. Him urging me to complete both my dreams and any challenge that came my way. "Itna blush krte pehli baar dekha hai tujhe maine" he whispered letting out a soft laugh. I felt the heat radiating off of my face, a sudden nerve of both shyness and nervousness instilled inside me without me acknowledging it much. He put the shirt back in place, putting his arms back around me turning to lay on his back as my body lay completely on top of him, closer than ever before. I try to push off, moving my legs carefully to make sure I didn't hurt his leg by any chance but he kept his hands locked around my torso the still healing leg swung right over both of mine to lock me in place. "Aise hi reh, tere yaha rehne se dRd nhi hoga mujhe. Acha lgge ga, I promise, just go to sleep."
"Jab tak meri ungliyan
Tere baalon se kuch kehna le
Jab tak teri lehar mein
Khwaahishein meri behna le
Haan mere paas tum raho
Jaane ki baat na karo
Mere sath tum raho
Jaane ki baat na karo"
