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This is for my babygirl @cvclee. She is such a freaking talented editor; her edits on Derek have left me a little dizzy and with a blazing crush on the man, Derek D'Souza. Please check out her edits. I hope I have done him justice.
This is the 5th part of the mini-series. This is based on the character of Derek D'Souza, played by Tahir Raj Bhasin, in the movie Chhichhore (2019).
Constructive criticism appreciated. This is not beta read, so if you guys find some typos/ errors, please feel free to correct me.
Warnings: crush at first sight, fluff, angst, slow burn, Grumpy x sunshine, mutual pining, idiots in love, college romance
Happy reading....
(Part I), (Part II), (Part III) (Part IV)
PART V
“Ai Derek,” Raggie smirked as he called out Derek aloud. H4 had lost the badminton match, and it was bad. They had lost so many games that it was almost like they would be losers again this year. “Apne teen saal to tune gava diya hain in sab ka time kyu waste kar raha hain?” Derek fumed beside him as Raggie continued, “Gc mein waise bhi tumhara kuch nahi hone wala”
“GC abhi tak kahatam nahi hua” Ani said sternly.
“Aree ye to bolta bhi hain. Mujhe laga bas Derek ke peeche dum hilata hain” Derek tried to ignore him as Ani stood up. Raggie continued, “Aisa haal karungi agle saal dum daba ke ghumonge”
“Abe angrezi kutte, apni aukat mein reh ke baat kar” Acid had had enough of him.
“Ai saale looser, tu mereko aukar dikhaye ga”
“Acid, relax, kutta hain sala. Bhaukne de” Derek helf Acid back to prevent a fight.
“Hain bhaukta hu, lekin jisdin kata na, peet mein 14 pakke hain”
“Aree jaa”, Derek dismissed him. She stood up from her seat, which was just above Derek’s and held his hand to comfort him. Derek responded with a squeeze of his hand.
Raggie looked at her, “Darling, dekhlo kaise loser ko choose kiya hain. Bas baat karta hain kuch ukhar nahi payega”
“Aii usse kya bolta hain mujhe bol na.” Derek finally lost his cool. He dared to drag her into their fight. If it were not for her holding his right hand tight, Derek would have punched him. It was rare for him to lose his cool.
“Kyu insecure ho raha hain? Loser ho to chor degi?” Raggiet red is making him angrier.
“Mind your tongue, Raggie.” She stated, clearly, putting herself between the two fuming guys. Raggie smirked. This angered Derek, “Saale teri to”
“Stop it, Derek. Calm down. Woh tumhe uksa raha hain” She held him down.
The stadium had emptied, and Derek was sitting there, while she was holding his hand. His head was on her lap as she was soothing his hair. She could hear his thoughts running wild. He was usually the composed one; she was the one who would overthink. She wanted to comfort him. He was working so hard. She wanted him to win, but also not at the cost of his well-being.
“It's okay, Derek. Itna serious nahi hote. You are trying your best, na. That is enough.” She finally said, looking at his dark, sullen face.
He suddenly moved his head from her lap and sat straight, “It's not okay. Waise tumhe kaise pata chalega. You don't even play any sport”
“What do you mean derek?”
“Kitna bolti ho yaar tum. It's annoying me”
“Wow. Great. I was here trying to comfort you. Okay, main nahi bolungi.”
“Hain okay. Waise bhi loser hain na acha to lagega nahi.” That made her still. What was Derek even saying? Was he hearing himself?
“Pata hain, loser hona ek mindset hota hain. Unless you come out of that, nothing will progress for you.” She answered bluntly. She was angry now.
“Pata hain mujhe. Janta hu. Tu ja na Raggie baitha hoga, you can leave if you want to, waise bhi mera to loser mindset hain. Stay with a winner.”
That was the final nail in the coffin; he brought Raggie into their fight. He clearly knew what her equation with him was. Derek had no real intention behind his words, but it hit her like shards of glass. It was just a reflection of Derek’s insecurity.
“You are crossing your line, Derek. Soch ke baatein bolo.” She spoke till trying to maintain her cool.
“I don’t even want to talk. Tumhe hi baat karni thi.”
“Fine. Bye. I hope you win your GC, Derek.” She stood up and left Derek alone with her thoughts. He regretted it the very moment he heard her footsteps fade away.
The boys had an intense meeting. The men of the H4 hostel had planned to give up their most intense habit. Derek gave up his cigarette. A night later, it was clear he had made a mistake. He was drinking beside Ani, “Nahi bolna chahiye tha yaar. She is my angel. Usse kitna bura laga hoga”
“Dekh bura to tune kiya hain. Ab kya faida? Ye tujhe yesab use bolne se phele sochna chahiye tha. Sorry bolde usse” Ani suggested honestly.
“Woh nahi manegi yaar. Bohot ziddi hain. Uski yehi baat to mujhi sabse zaada acha lagta hain.”
Derek clearly knew his girl. He had made a mistake; hell, he had the worst. He knew her so well, yet he could not control his ego, his mind, his tongue. Guilt was eating him alive. She wanted to support her, stay by his side, comfort her, yet he had done the very thing he should not have: pushed her away. He had built a wall around him; he did not let people close, but she was npt people. He would push people; she was another person. She was the woman he loved, the woman he wanted to be with, the woman he saw a future with. He misses her, her presence, her talking, her scent, her humour. He felt helpless; her support was like an invisible strength for her. He felt his eyes burn, tears forming. It was all his fault, and he had to make it up to her.
“Not fair, Maya.” She wept in Maya’s arms. Her tears wet Maya’s top.
“Yaar aise nahi rote. Ani bhi to mujhse baat nahi kar raha tha tab to tune hi samjhaya tha mujhe”
“That was different,” she sniffed again. “Meri hi galti hain Maya. Mujhe hi chul machi thi na, usko like karti thi, pagal thi uske liye. Bhaar mein jaye” She stood up, wiping her tears.
“Yaar ab dekhogi bhi nahi meri taraf?” Derek blocked her way. He looked up to her, her eyes red, she looked kinda pale, her usual bright smile missing. Derek felt his heart break; he was responsible for this. “Sorry, baby. I am so sorry. Mujhe aise bolna nahi tha. I don’t know what took over me. I will never do this again. Please baby, I am sorry na baby. Maaf kardo.”
“Sorry? Aap thora side haitye mujhe class jana hain,” she said emotionlessly.
“’Aap.’?” Her addressing him as aap gave him more pain than any tournament had ever given. “I am sorry, yaar. Aise maat kar.” He held her hand as she turned away.
“Mera hath choriye, aap senior hain iska matlab ye nahi aap kuch bhi karenge.”
“Badam doodh peete hain. Thanda, extra kesar pista wala?”
“Mujhe sardi lagi hain.” She pulled her hand away from his grip and walked away. Derek felt worse. He had brought it on himself.
He had spent the next few days playing, trying to win the GC because his baby deserved a winner, and also sending sorry messages to her. He had sent 13 written apologies. Send Sexa with flowers, pastries and even those sugar toffies she liked. He knew he would have to apologise more, and he was ready for that. He was sure she was his future; she was the one he wanted to spend his life with. She had softened a little, but she was no less angry. He deserved it, but she came with Maya to cheer H4, which was enough for him now. She did not talk to him, hell did not even look at him, but at least she was there.
“Derek, are you okay?” She bent down to see his injured foot. It was bleeding. The guy from the H3 hostel stepped on his foot while wearing his spiked shoes. It was deliberate, and she saw it.
“Ai dikhta nahi hain kya?” She charged at him.
“Sorry, dear. Apne choices pe regret kar rahi ho na?” Raggie answered.
“Teri to”
“Baby. Choro uses” Derek’s voice made her stop.
“Ruko Derek main abhi bandage karti hu. Kya karte ho tum?”
This made Derek pause; she was caring for him. He felt so good, even in the pain of his foot. This was a blessing in disguise. She started talking to him, finally.
“Gussa chala gaya?”
“Nahi. Per pyaar zaada hain gusse se,” she said, looking at his face. She was still angry, but she loved him. She could not see him in pain. “Kaise bhago ge aise?”
“Karlunga.” Derek was determined now. He would win in front of his girl. He would be the winner. She deserved one.
Derek gave his all in the race. His foot throbbed, but he had to win. He finally crossed the finish line. Acid was in tears; they had won the race.
“Oh my god derek. Wow,” she ran and hugged him tight. He was sitting on the grass and hugged her tighter, and they both fell into the grass.
“I am sorry, baby. Maaf kardo ab.” He held her face in his hands.
“Baadam doodh with kesar and pista?”
He kissed her there in front of the whole crowd. It was his winning moment.
(Ps: This is the last part. I will write an epilogue cause I need some more Derek, and it will be lovey-dovey and indulgent)
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Hostel 4 mein kadam rakhna matlab apni izzat aur dimaag, dono ko daav par lagana. As a proud resident of Hostel 3—H4’s ultimate rivals—you had strictly no business being there. But destiny was cruel, and your three best friends just happened to be the biggest clowns of H4: Anni, Acid, and Sexa.
"Oye hoye! Look who’s here," Sexa exclaimed, leaning against the doorframe with a dramatic, slow-motion wink that looked more like an eye twitch. "Humari pyaari H3 ki rani! Waise, aaj kal bada glow kar rahi ho? koi naya chakkar hai kya, meri jaan?"
"Shut up, Sexa," you laughed, picking up a stray slipper from the floor and threatening to throw it at him. "Apni lines kisi aur par maarna."
"Abey chhod na usko, Sexa," Anni said, not looking up from his drafting board, his hair standing on end from engineering graphics trauma. "She’s the only sane person who visits this mental asylum. Acid ko dekh, subah se dimaag kharab karke baitha hai."
Right on cue, Acid kicked the door open, his face red with pure, unadulterated rage. "Maa kasam, yaar! Yeh hostel ki billi apni aukaat bhool gayi hai! Madarchod kahiki. My favorite cream biscuit was on the table. Aisi ki taisi uski, bhadwi saali! I turned around for two seconds, and she snatched it. Next time I see that cat, I am launching a full-scale missile attack. Behenchod chodunga nahi usko!"
"Acid, tu ek billi se haar gaya?" Sexa giggled, nudging him.
"Tu chup kar, saale!" Acid snapped.
Before the argument could escalate into a wrestling match, the room suddenly went dead silent. The heavy footsteps in the corridor stopped right outside the door.
Derek stood at the threshold. He was drenched in sweat from football practice, a white towel hung around his neck, looking every bit like the intimidating H4 captain everyone feared. His sharp eyes scanned the room, instantly locking onto you. His jaw tightened.
"H3 ki public humare room mein kya kar rahi hai?" Derek asked, his voice low, commanding, and entirely too attractive for your own good.
You stood up, crossing your arms, refusing to let him intimidate you. "Relax, senior. Apne doston se milne aayi hoon. Mujhe nahi pata tha ki H4 mein aane hone ke liye visa lagta hai."
Derek took a slow step forward, a mocking, confident smirk playing on his lips. "Listen, junior. General Championship sar par hai. Mujhe kya pata tum yahan humari football strategy churaane aayi ho? H3 waale toh hote hi hain cheater."
"Oh, please! Tumhari strategy?" you countered with a smirk of your own. "You mean 'ball Derek ko pass karo aur bhagwan se dua maango'? Iske alawa koi strategy hai bhi?"
Anni instantly choked on his chai, coughing violently. Acid let out a loud, chaotic whistle. "Bhai sahab! Isne toh seedha gaand phad di! Captain ko direct attack!" Acid muttered, looking thoroughly entertained.
Derek’s eyes narrowed, stepping directly into your personal space. The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. "Kal. Shaam ko theek paanch baje, football ground par. Let’s see if your game is as loud as your mouth, junior."
"Toh taiyar rehna, Senior. Haarne ke baad rona mat," you snapped right back.
The fierce rivalry lasted exactly three weeks. It ended on a dusty, chaotic evening on the sports field when you actually managed to nutmeg Derek during a friendly practice match, passing the ball straight to Sexa who scored the winning goal while Anni was busy tying his shoelaces.
Derek had frozen in absolute shock, staring at you with wide eyes before a loud, genuine laugh broke across his face. "Chalo, maan gaye yaar! You actually have guts. H3 waalon mein thoda toh dimaag hai."
From that day on, the biting sarcasm shifted into something completely different. The "enemy" tag disappeared, and you became the unofficial anchor of the H4 group.
But engineering college has a habit of crushing souls. A month later, the academic pressure finally broke you. It was 2:00 AM, and you were sitting alone on the dark H4 terrace, staring blankly at a pile of failed fluid mechanics diagrams. Tears of sheer frustration were silently slipping down your cheeks.
"Akele akele ro rahi ho? Humari permission li thi?"
You looked up quickly, wiping your face, to see Derek standing there. He wasn't wearing his usual intense captain expression; his face was incredibly soft, almost worried. In his hands, he held two steaming paper cups of cutting chai.
He sat down on the concrete ledge right next to you, handing over a cup. "Anni ne bataya tera dimaag kharab ho gaya hai. Itna load kyun leti hai? You are smarter than half of the idiots in this college."
"Nahi ho raha hai, Derek," you whispered, your voice cracking as you stared into the tea. "Yeh fluid mechanics mere dimaag se upar ja raha hai. I’m going to fail this semester."
Derek sighed softly. He reached out, his large, warm hand gently gripping your shoulder, shaking you slightly. "Mujhe dekh. Agar H4 ke launde Acid ki khana banane ki koshish aur Sexa ki bakwaas dating advice ko survive kar sakte hain, toh tu yeh jhaantu exam aaram sey nikaal sakti hai. Aur agar samajh nahi aa raha? Toh kal se main library mein baithunga tere saath. Jab tak tera syllabus khatam nahi hota, main kahin nahi ja raha. Clear?"
You looked at him, your heart doing a strange, sudden flip against your ribs. The rough, tough Derek was being completely gentle with you. "Since when did the angry captain become so sweet?"
He looked away, a faint, rare blush creeping up his neck as he rubbed the back of his head. "Sirf tere liye. Baaki sabke liye toh main abhi bhi unka baap hoon."
The transition from "good friends" to "something dangerous" happened during the legendary post-GC celebration party. H4 had crushed the competition, and the entire hostel common room was a war zone of flying blue gulal, tearing shirts, loud beats, and absolute madness.
You were standing near the corner corridor, trying to avoid getting drenched in beer, when Derek spotted you. Ignoring the juniors who were trying to lift him on their shoulders, he walked straight through the crowd, grabbed your wrist, and pulled you out into the quiet, dimly lit back balcony.
"Puri hostel naach rahi hai, aur tu yahan chhupi hui hai?" Derek asked, his voice dropping to a low, husky register over the distant thumping of the music.
"Congratulations, Captain," you smiled up at him, your heart beating fast. "Finally, GC humara... I mean, tumhara hua."
"Mera nahi, humara," Derek murmured, stepping incredibly close. The smell of sweat, cologne, and victory enveloped you. He reached out, his thumb gently wiping a smudge of blue color from your cheekbone. His touch lingered, his thumb brushing against your lower lip.
Your breath hitched. "Derek..."
"Bohot time se ek baat bolni thi," he said, his eyes dropping to your lips. "Football se zyada... mera dhyaan tere par rehne laga hai."
Before you could even process the confession, the balcony door burst open with a loud BANG.
"Oye hoye hoye! Yahan toh alag hi match chal raha hai! Direct goal!" Sexa yelled, holding a half-empty bottle, his eyes wide with scandalous joy. "Bhai, humein toh laga tha Derek sirf trophy uthayega, yahan toh bhabhi hi utha li!"
Acid stormed in right behind him, holding a bucket of cold water. "Abey saale Sexa! Teri Maa ka bhosda, teri gaand mein keeda hai kya?! Why did you interrupt them?! Maa kasam, itni mushkil se toh Derek line pe aaya tha! They were about to kiss. Chutiye, poore moment ki aisi ki taisi kar di!"
Anni peeked from behind Acid's shoulder, holding a small notepad. "Guys, gaali mat do, look at Derek's face. Bhai ka chehra dekho, pura tamatar ban gaya hai. Record tod diya isney aaj. Mujhe yeh draw karna hai."
Derek closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose in pure exhaustion, letting out a loud growl. "Tum log na... ek number ke harami ho. Maa kasam, kal sabko extra five rounds lagwaunga ground ke!"
But he didn't move away from you. Instead, Derek wrapped his arm securely around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest, claiming you right in front of them. He looked down at you, his eyes melting with pure warmth and affection.
"Chhod unko," Derek whispered near your ear, ignoring the chaotic hooting from the trio. "Tu bol. What's your answer, junior?"
You laughed, leaning back into his solid chest, completely ignoring Acid and Sexa who were now fake-crying in the corner. "Mera answer haan hai, Captain. Waise bhi, your strategy needs some work."
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This is for my babygirl @cvclee. She is such a freaking talented editor; her edits on Derek have left me a little dizzy and with a blazing crush on the man, Derek D'Souza. Please check out her edits. I hope I have done him justice.
This is the 4th part of the mini-series. This is based on the character of Derek D'Souza, played by Tahir Raj Bhasin, in the movie Chhichhore (2019).
Constructive criticism appreciated. This is not beta read, so if you guys find some typos/ errors, please feel free to correct me.
Warnings: crush at first sight, fluff, angst, slow burn, Grumpy x sunshine, mutual pining, idiots in love, college romance, kiss, smoking
Happy reading....
(Part I), (Part II), (Part III)
PART IV
“Tum ek haath se ye cigarette kaise jalate ho?” She asked Derek, suddenly looking at him as he had placed a cigarette on his lips. She had her back resting on his chest. They were sitting on an abandoned plank-like bridge over a canal. This had become their secret place over the last month. Here, they had made a comfortable place for themselves, where they would talk to each other for hours with no judgment.
“It's simple, see. Aise matchstick ko apne right hand se 45-degree ke angle pe matchbox pe strike karo, and then tada” Derek showed her as he lit the cigarette.
She did not know what overcame her; she looked at the cigarette still in his hand, his index and middle finger holding it, in awe. She moved her face closer to his palm and suddenly took a puff from the cigarette in his hands. Suddenly, a bitter burning sensation filled her throat. She started coughing violently. Derek threw the cigarette aside.
“Aree tum to smoke nahi karti ye kya kiya”, Derek asked, patting her back softly. She was still coughing.
“Mujhe curiosity hui.” She finally answered, her eyes slightly teary and her throat feeling a little sore, but her cheeks were dusted with a reddish blush. They were really close; her nose was near his chin, her lips near his Adam's apple.
Derek was too concerned about her to notice the proximity; he frantically searched for the bottle of water in her bag. “God, have some water. I did not want your throat to be sore like this. I mean…”
“You look hot, Derek.”
This made him pause. He looked at her; she was looking at him with those doe eyes, soft, yet filled with so much love and passion. He noticed how close she was; his throat suddenly felt dry. What did she mean? Her cheeks were red, she was breathing heavily, it was not now she usually teased him, it felt deeper, intense, it lacked her usual humour or the teasing smile. Derek moved his palm to touch her red cheeks; they were warm. “What?”
She continued looking at him with those eyes, as she moved her palm to his pocket and felt the pack of cigarettes and brought it out. Her lips brushed against his chin, and he took a deep inhale. She brought a cigarette out and placed it on his trembling lips. His breathing quickened. She moved slowly, a little away and took the matchbox lying on the ground. She lit the match and moved it to the cigarette on his lips. As the cigarette got lit, she blew on the burning match, the soft, warm air from her lips softly caressed his cheeks, and he took a deep puff.
She continued looking at him, her eyes now hazy. “You look really hot while smoking. Taking a puff. Your eyes roll behind your head and…”
Derek’s self-control was on its last thread; he let out a, “God woman”, and got hold of the back of her neck, took another puff of his cigarette she had lit and kissed her. The bitter smoke of the intoxicant, softened by the intensity of the kiss, escaped from the tangled lips of the lovers. Derek’s hand held her head close; his grip on her long, braided hair tightened. Her hands moved from her forearms to his back and moved to his neck.
They had no clue how much time had passed, but they moved when the cigarette butt burnt his right hand, and he let out a gasp. She suddenly moved back, eyes widened with realisation. She had kissed Derek, her boyfriend, the guy she had a crush on from the first day of college. She took deep breaths, looking at the water flowing in the canal. Both of them were dazed, unsure what had taken over them. Their cheeks were dusted with the afterglow of the kiss. She was unable to look him in the eye. The sun was setting, and the sky had turned orange. Derek places his palm on hers and holds it tight in a comforting way. She was shy now, unsure if what they had done was fine, if it changed Derek’s opinion of her, or if he would think she was desperate. Thoughts clouded her mind. Derek could almost hear them. He rubbed his thumb on her palm in a soft, comforting manner.
“Tumhare pati to bhi aisei kiss kiya hain kya? Woh to oxygen generate karna bandh kardiya hoga.”
She laughed softly. Derek had made a joke, but he sounded too serious. He tried to lighten the mood. She was still looking down at the water. He placed his hand on her chin and made her look at his face. “Hey, what happened, baby?”
“Kuch nahi”
“Tumhara kuch nahi, matlab kuch hain. I love you, and you love me, right?”
“Hmm”
“’Hmm’ kya? Use your words, darling.”
“I love you”
He held her face in her hands. She was so adorable. She was bold one moment, and another, she got shy. She had heard that how women making the first move was often not seen in a good light, but here they had been dating for just a month and had kissed. Was it too soon? She was scared of Derek’s opinion about her changing, and Derek understood it better than anyone else. He loved her, he loved her boldness, her humour, her sharp tongue, her brain, her cute nose, her eyes, the sway of her hips, her dance, her laugh. He absolutely loved every bit of her being. He could absolutely not let her get self-conscious with him.
“Hain, I love you too. And I loved what we did, okay. Do not go on a spiral, thinking negatively about it. We did nothing wrong, okay. Yeah, it would have been better if I had asked for your consent verbally, but you leaned in, so I went with it. Tum ise overthink nahi karogi okay? We kissed because we love each other; it’s a physical expression of our love.”
This moved her to tears. They had been dating for a month, just a month, but he probably understood her better than anyone ever had. He listened to her, he looked at her, he understood her. Not just the smile she showed, but the depth she carried. Her outspoken nature did not trouble him; it made him fall for her even more. He never dismissed her fears and insecurities but tried to understand her and be there for her. Her overthinking, often dismissed even by her, was taken into account by Derek; he heard it and understood it. He would never let her doubt herself. He was not perfect by any means, but he valued her over all other things.
“Aree, baby, why are you crying? Okay, we will not do it ever again if it makes you uncomfortable”
“Buddhu ho tum. Itne pyaare kyu ho?” She hugged him tight, her heart overflowing with love for him.
“Tumhe hi lagta hain main pyara hu.” He soothed the hair on her head, which had gotten messed up.
“Bakiyon se mu phula ke baatein karoge to aisa hi hoga na. Ache se bhi baat kar sakte ho.”
“Ache se hi baat karta hu, per tumse jaise pyaar se baat karta hu unse nahi karta na”
“Thank god, agar Sexa ko tumse pyaar hojata to kya hota mera.” She was back again with her teasing. Derek felt lighter, softer.
He held her arms and moved her to look at her. “Sexa? Seriously?”
“Maybe, Ani too. Tumne kabhi notice nah kiya how they look at you when you stand and smoke shirtless on your balcony?” She smiled as if revealing a secret.
“Tumne bara notice kiya hain? Waise kaisa lagta hu”
“Thore se kharoos and serious, but very hot”
“Hain? Phir isi baat ke ek aur…”
“Badam doodh?” She interrupted.
“Nahi yaar. Per okay, badam doodh hi sahi. Kal library mein mile?”
“Tumhe GC ke liya sab finalise karliya na, it's like in a week?”
“Almost done, baby.”
“Is baar to mera boyfriend hi jeetega.”
“Apne pati ko bataya hain mere bare mein?”
“Derek, stop. Ye joke bohot zaada hoagaya hain.”
“Kya karu har kisi ka sauten ped thori hota hain.” Derek smirked at her. Oh, how he loved seeing her like this, a little angry.
“Very funny”
“I know.” He placed a kiss on her cheeks as he stood up and held his palm out for her, helping her stand.
(PS: Guys ye kiss likhne likhte paseene choot gaye mere.. pata nahi kya hi likha hain.. bhul chuk maaf kardena.. I hope mere kisi bhi gharwalo ko ye na mile.. mera mard ka chakkar maut se takkar wala aura negative mein chala jayega)
This is for my babygirl @cvclee. She is such a freaking talented editor; her edits on Derek have left me a little dizzy and with a blazing crush on the man, Derek D'Souza. Please check out her edits. I hope I have done him justice.
This is the 3rd part of the mini-series. This is based on the character of Derek D'Souza, played by Tahir Raj Bhasin, in the movie Chhichhore (2019).
Constructive criticism appreciated. This is not beta read, so if you guys find some typos/ errors, please feel free to correct me.
Warnings: crush at first sight, fluff, angst, slow burn, Grumpy x sunshine, mutual pining, idiots in love, college romance.
Happy reading....
(Part I), (Part II)
PART III
The H4 mess was a mess. Really, the chairs were shabby, and there were even guys in their undershirts. She and Maya were not really appreciating the view, so they stayed outside the mess. The sudden swarm of boys getting out of the mess made them realise that the meeting had ended. Maya was slightly impatient and nervous; she was making the first move for the first time.
"Ani tujhe pasand karta hain, tu itna nervous kyu hain", She held maya's hand gesturing her to relax.
"Behen tere jaise cool main nahi hu. Crush se bhi aise baat karliya ki asei roi random admi hain"
"Maya beta aapko mere dilke dharkan sunai deti to samajh ata. BP badh gaya tha mera. Uper se woh mujhe orange soda offer kiya, mera handwriting complement kiya. Main bhaagi thi waha se." They laugh together as they see Ani and Derek coming out, engrossed in a deep discussion.
“Ani”, Maya softly called him.
“Maya, tum idhar?” He looked pleasantly surprised, and a faint blush adorned his cheeks. Beside him, Derek looked shaken, not because of Maya or Ani but because the girl he called trouble was there, looking prettier in a soft pink kurti, her hair had come out of her braid in places, and a few stray strands framed her face; she looked so beautiful. Focus Derek.
“Woh class ke baad canteen ka plan bana tha na. Pastry khane nahi chalna?” Maya's voice broke Derek's stance. He realised Ani and Maya were to go on a date.
“Hain abhi chalte hain Maya.” Ani obliged at the moment. He was buzzing with joy. Maya had herself come to take him along.
“Ai Ani, tujhe plan banana hain.” Derek stopped him.
“Woh to wapas ake bhi kiya ja sakta hain, kaunsa GC kal subha hi hain?” She suddenly came in front of him, talking to him directly, looking at his eyes. Derek's silent and surprised expression made her question again. “What?”
“Dekho, ye important hain.” Derek stated.
“I understand, per iska matlab ye nahi hain ki insaan sanyaas lele”
“Woh baat khaha se ai”
“Ani, Maya tum dono jao. Koi roke main dekh lungi” Ani and Maya, who were looking at the interaction with both surprise and amusement, she was almost challenging Derek.
“Tu nahi ayegi.” Maya asked.
“Maya? Seriously?” She looked at her like, why do you even want a third wheel.
“Bye”
She and Derek saw the couple leave, smiling at each other. She was going to leave as Derek suddenly asked her, walking beside her.
“Assignment kaisa gaya?”
“Submit ho gaya bas.” She suddenly turned towards him and asked, ”Aap konse sports khelte ho?”
“Main? Woh, weightlifting, football, and track events, like sprinting, relay races, and marathons.” Derek had not expected this question, but he was quite pleased that she wanted to know about him.
“Nice. Kafi fit bhi ho aap, that’s why. Bhagne mein to mujhe maut ajati hain. Mere peeche sheer par jaye tab bhi shayad main nahi bhaagu” She laughed softly to herself.
“Per tum to dancer ho”
“Hain per uske sath running ka kya connection?" She suddenly remembered she had practice from 4 in the evening, she tilted her wrist to check the time, only to realise she had forgotten to wear her watch. "Waise time kya hua hain. Mai aj ghaari pehenna bhul gai”
Derek looked at his watch. Before he could answer, she muttered, “Aree yaar, ye yaha bhi tapak para.” Looking at Raggie, who was standing at a little distance with his minions.
“Kaun?” He was confused now.
“Koi nahi. Mujhe laga ki apki wajah se 2-3 din chutkara milega isse”
“Kya?”
“Are woh Raggie? Actually, yaha na sab apkse thora weary rehte hain to mujhe laga ki aap ne mujhse baat karli to ye mere peeche nahi ayega. Per nahi. I was wrong.”
“Woh tumhe disturb karta hain”
“Nahi bas baat karne ki kosis. Per main samhal lungi, Chalo main chalti hu mera practice ka time ho raha hain,” she said as she held his wrist up to check the time herself. Derek was taken aback by this sudden action. His heart beat rose, he held his wrist, her hands were so soft.
“Kitni bolti hain ye ladki, per sweet hain.” Sexa had suddenly appeared from somewhere.
“Sexa tu isse kaise janta hain?”
“Aree kya pyaar ladki hain yaar. Kya sahi dance karti hain. Aur acting bhi mast. Hamare play mein isiko Draupadi banana ka soch rahe the”
“Hein?”
“Tu isse kabse baat kar raha hain. Pasand haun kya? Ghas bhi nahi dalti kisko. Daram club wale to kosis kar rahe hain.” Sexa started teasing Derek, but it was a very wrong move. Derek gave him a really scary side eye, and he apologised really quickly. “Sorry bhai”
“Chal players ka list bana”
“Per mujhe to sports ata bhi nahi. Ye to Ani ka responsibility tha” He lit a cigarette and left.
“Derek. Tu yaha." Derek had suddenly appeared at the cultural club making Sexa really confused.
"Hain. Kaam pura hua?”
“Tu ye puchne yaha tak agaya?”
“Hi Derek. Tum yaha? Sorry Aap." She came to greet him. Her hair in a braid, she was wearing an anarkali now, looking prettier than ever.
“Nahi its okay. Tum works.”
“Okay, to teams done?”
“Hain bas dicussions on hain.”
“Great. Kal mera performance hain. Tum aoge na,” She looked at him with really hopeful eyes. Derek's heart skipped a beat. She wanted him there; she wanted his presence. He could not believe his ears.
“Who kaise ayega kal to uska players selection ka plan hain- Basketball or swimming, right?” Sexa said as a matter of fact.
“Hain,” Derek agreed, his voice down to almost a whisper, hoping she does not hear it.
“Oh, okay. All the best, ache se selection karna. Main chalti hu. Last practice karlu” She left, but disappointment was claer in her voice.
“Abbe sale tujhe haar bar apne mu kyukholna hoat hain”
“Tu use pasand karta hain? Acha hain another Rivalary between Ragiw and you”
“Kya matlab”
“Raggie pasand karta hain ise. Last 1 mahine se ghas dal raha hain, per ye kisiko bhau hi nahi deti. Shayad boyfriend hain”
“Kya bakwas kar raha hain”
“Kyu jal raha hain?”
“Saale, baap se aise baat karta hain. Ground ke 5 chakkar lagvaunga tujhse. Mu badh rakh”
On the day of the event, she was quite nervous. Maya was sitting in the audience to cheer her, but somewhere she had hoped Derek would come too, but it was not like they were even friends. She sat down, tying her ghoogru for her performance. A guy came near her, and she looked up to see it was Derek. “Tum yaha?”
“Hain who selection hogaya khatam to chala aya.” He looked kinda shy and awkward; he scratched his neck.
“Okay. Per sexa aur Ani nahi dikh rahe hain”
“Woh selection kar rahe hain”
“Per secretary tum ho na?”
“Hain. Woh mere baad to kisko responsibility leni hain to wahi”
“Tumhara last year hain na?”
“Hain.” But why did the fact that it was his last year cause an ache in his and her hearts alike?
They looked at each other for a moment, and suddenly her performance was announced. “It's me next. Bye”
“All the best” She smiled and Derek was now sure he liked her.
“You really dance like a peacock, dear. Itna pyaare expressions, wow. I was mesmerised. It's only fair I treat a princess like you with some ice cream,” Raggie had met her just as she got down the stage, giving her no moment to escape.
“Thank you so much. Per mera gala kharab hain”
“How about some coffee? Who to gale ki liye bhi acha hota hain, and I have seen you have coffee”
“Woh…”
“Raggie, aj kal kya ice-cream aur coffee bhi bechne laga hain?” Derek's voice came, confident, almost cocky.
“Wow, I see the star player is here too. Kyu GC me participation nahi kar raha is saal”
“Is saal ka to tu bhul ja beta. Is saal asli GC hogi”
“Losers kya khelenge”
“Har hostel ke best players ko apne mein transfer karke GC jeetne ko jeetna nahi khete”
“Abe saale”
The environment had got heated, the participants looked visibly uncomfortable.
“Please, guys. Ye karna hain to get out of the room. Yaha participants hain, it's not a boxing ring.” She spoke quite firmly and aloud. The two men moved back.
“I will see you later, dear. Don’t forget about coffee,” Raggie held her hand, suddenly giving it a squeeze and threw a dirty look at Derek as he left
“Isko coffee ki to” Derek almost wanted to punch him.
“Derek.”
“Sorry. I just saw you uncomfortable this time…”
“Main apni baat khud bol sakti hu. But thanks.”
The atmosphere calmed a little. She sat down on one of the benches, drinking water. Derek sat beside her, and after mustering enough courage, he asked,
“Waise tumhara boyfriend hain?”
“Nahi, meri shaadi hogai hain” She said with the same cool, continuing to sip on her water.
“What?”
“Hain, College ane se phele Maa-baba ne shaadi karwa di thi”
“Oh." He had lost his change, the one girl he liked is married, great luck, Derek. His heart broken, he could have been better off not even conversing with her.
“Husband acha hain. Na baatein karta hain, na kuch kehta hain. Thandi hawa bhi deta hain. I kinda miss him here”
“Acha." he answered mechanically, but suddenly her words hit him. What did she say? "What?”
“Hain. Mangalik hu na to ped se shaadi hui hain meri. Ek astrologer ne kaha tha ki ghar se jaane se phele ye kar ke gai to mera bhagya udai hoga, so I guess it is what it is.” She looked at him with the seriousness of an experienced soul.
“What? Wow.” Derek found it so amusing. He started laughing out loud. She did have a sense of humour.
“Kya hua. Haso mat, mere pati ke bare main main koi Mazak nahi sunungi”
“God. Kya ladki ho yaar. Daara diya tha”
“Kyu?”
“Woh, kuch nahi”, suddenly conscious of the question she asked. “Coffee piyogi?” He asked, softly, looking at her.
This is for my babygirl @cvclee. She is such a freaking talented editor; her edits on Derek have left me a little dizzy and with a blazing crush on the man, Derek D'Souza. Please check out her edits. I hope I have done him justice.
This is the 2nd part of the mini-series. This is based on the character of Derek D'Souza, played by Tahir Raj Bhasin, in the movie Chhichhore (2019).
Constructive criticism appreciated. This is not beta read, so if you guys find some typos/ errors, please feel free to correct me.
Warnings: crush at first sight, fluff, angst, slow burn, Grumpy x sunshine, mutual pining, idiots in love, college romance.
Happy reading....
(Part I)
PART II
Derek watched her leave. Her long braids swayed from side to side near her hips. She was cute, confident and exactly the kind of problem he wanted to avoid. Three years in college, he had the reputation of an athlete, a no-nonsense man; he entertained no one, focusing on himself. He liked solitude. He was just enough serious to scare away the company, and he liked it that way. He had friends but also boundaries.
He had noticed her too many times for his liking. Well, she was very difficult to miss, always in a bright coloured kurti, her long hair either in a braid or a bun, depending on the time of the day and the weather. She had a cheerful appearance, talked with her hands, and was too confident for a 'freshie'. He had seen her mostly with Maya, the girl Ani liked. He had seen her outside the cultural club too, simply because it was just opposite the sports club, and he happened to be the sports secretary. She was probably a dancer. Well, how he guessed, it was how she moved, the sway of her hips when she walked. Derek had no idea why he observed it; he was thoroughly embarrassed by the fact that he even noticed. Not that he would let anyone know.
He came to the chemistry lab for his regular drink. He always wanted his measurements to be perfect, and ice was only available at the lab. The guards never questioned him; he had done enough favours for them. It was fine until he noticed a notebook. He opened it, and the handwriting was beautiful, clear. This went downhill when she entered, looking for something, probably the notebook, oh, so it was her notebook. Her handwriting was as pretty as her- shut up, Derek. She had not even noticed him, and was humming, her voice sweet, echoing in the lab, as she sang- Aap ki nazro ne samjha, pyaar ke kaabil mujhe. It was his favourite song. He froze. It was not until a few minutes later that he came behind her with her notebook.
She had shrieked in surprise, and he had pressed his palm on her mouth. It was pure instinct to prevent her from shouting and attracting the guards. She looked at him with those big eyes, full of questions. Her lips were soft; they were touching his palm, which was just used to rough things and cigarettes. She took deep breaths to calm herself down. Derek could smell her soft, floral and sandalwood scent when he finally moved. They had a full conversation, and God, she was infuriating and sharp. She had called him out for drinking, asked about guards, and worst had orange soda from a beaker and left with a thank you. Only to have left the notebook she came to take in the 1st place.
She was cute. No, Derek, absolutely no, she is a Freshie and too nice, maybe. But he needed to return her notebook, right? She had her assignment.
Derek’s brain had instructed him to keep the notebook in the lab; she would come the next morning to take it. It was not his headache, but then he remembered her pretty eyes. How she said thank you. How sweet she sounded; it would not be bad hearing it again from her lips, in her sweet voice. Okay, Derek was taking the notebook to her hostel.
She was in a full-blown panic mode about her notebook when Maya signalled her with her eyes to look behind her. "Derek?"
“Tumhara notebook. Tum phirse lab mein bhul gai thi.” He looked visibly strained, almost tired. His confidence was present, but his eyes seemed to be a little different. Maybe he was just tipsy.
“Yeah. I just noticed and started panicking. Thank you so much. Varna mujhe phirse jana parta lab. Assignment kal hi dena hain aur iske bina kaise hota. Thank you. Really.” She took the notebook in her hands and pulled it close to her chest.
'Agar mujhe bhi aise', control your thoughts, Derek. She is a Freshie, remember, he reminded himself. Derek's thoughts were running, but he composed himself. “Yeah. I get it. Good night.” He needed to leave immediately.
“Oh yeah. Good night. Thank you again.”
“Waise tum Dance karti ho kya?” Why was he asking this? He absolutely needed to leave.
“Apko kaise pata?”
Great, now she thinks you are a grade one level stalker, great work, Derek. “Woh I saw you at the cultural club office. To bas puch liya”
“Yes. Kathak. I am performing at the annual intercollege dance competition too. Usi ki practice ki wajah se assignment last moment pe karna par raha hain. Ye competition wale phele se kuch batate nahi, suddenly unko yaad ata hain. Aoge na competition mein?”
“Hain. Main chalta hu” Finally, Derek moved. He walked in his confident stride, faster than usual. Overwhelmed by the conversation, but his face has a sour look.
“Ajeeb admi hain. Khud puchta hain khud hi mu bana ke chala jata hain”
“Bechare ko mujhepe taras agaya hoga. I told him na ki assignment hain. Hai to hamara hi senior, pata hoga hamare chemistry professor ka natak.”
Derek had known it was a bad idea, but what is done is done. What had come over him that he had to ask her about dancing? He had recognised the stance of a dancer in her walk, Derek could not dance to save his life. He was right, he was weirdly proud of the fact, yet it made him feel a little embarrassed, and Derek D’Souza was never embarrassed about a girl. She was a problem, and he had to avoid her.
He lit his cigarette with a strike of his match, as he went to the board of the GC champions and took a deep puff. He had a conversation with Ani a day back. He wanted to remove the loser's tag. It was a sore topic for Derek. He thought of the boys in the H4 hostel.
“Saale ek bhi dhang ke players nahi hain aur loser's ka tag hatana hain.”
“Aap hope kyu chor rahe hain? Iss saal hum GC jeetenge” Ani had appeared behind him. He was waiting for him there.
“Dekh Ani, apne baap ko maat sikha. Jo namoone hain H4 mein, is saal to kya, agle 100 saal mein GC ki trophy nahi milegi hame. Jake soja. Mujhe tang maat kar.”
“Dekho chubta to loser ka tag aapko bhi hain. To try karte hain na. Ek last baar ke liye, please. Kab tak bas ye board dekhte rahenge?”
Derek had thought about it the whole night yesterday. He could take a chance. Moreover, it would keep him occupied enough not to think about her and the weird pitter-patter of his heart.
“Chal kal mess pe milna. Aur sare hostel ke ladko ke sath. Samjha.”
Ani smiled and left.
“Assignment hua?” Maya asked as they brushed their teeth side by side.
“Hain yaar. Aur kya mast neend ai”
“Acha mujhe laga ki kal sari raat soo nahi pai hogi tu apne Derek ke yaad mein”
“Ja ja, baatein maat bana. Tu bol, tu kab admit karegi Ani se? Maine to Derek se baat bhi karli”
“Aj shaam to canteen mein mil rahe hain. Pastry khane.” Maya replied shyly. God, the girl did like Ani a lot.
“Wahh yaar. Tera acha hain. Ani cute to hain kafi. Mujhe bhi koi pastry khilane wala, do baatein karen wala mile. ”
“Oh, hello, abhi ye baat zoor se bol na tune to 5-6 yahi prakat hojaynege tere liye. Per mohtarma aap ko to bine shirt phene, sauk se cigarette pine wala akhadu senior pasand hain na. Yaar tu sach bol, tu bhi cigeratte peeti hain na?”
“Aree nahi peeti. Tujhe to pata hain mujhe chakka ata hain smoke ke smell se”
“Ajeeb sauk hain tere. Tu jane aur tera senior jane”
They dressed up and got ready for the classes. As they reached the hostel gate, she noticed stares.
“Ye mujhe ghoor kyu rahe hain hostel ke seniors?”
“Tujhe pata nahi? Aj tak Derek kabhi college ki ladkiyo se kaam ki baat ke alawa seedhe mu baat bhi nahi kiya. Aree ladkiyo se kya, woh to H3 and H2 ke ladko se bhi seedhe mu baat nahi karta. Bas athletes se karta hai. He is that guy you know, the one no one wants to be in the bad books of. He has quite a reputation. Aur kal, woh tera notebook lautane girls' hostel tak pohoch gaya to tu ekdam supreme gossip hain aj”
“Isiliye aj itna sannata hain. Acha hain 2-3 din tak woh H3 ka gadha mera peecha nahi karega. Aur Raggie, kaisa ajeeb sa name hain yaar uska”
“Nickname hai. Tujhe nahi pata usme aur Derek mein 1st year se rivalry hai?”
“Yaar, tere paas itna information kaha se aya?”
“Aree Ani ne bola. GC khelne ke bare mein discussion ho raha hain”
“Achaa. Chal dekhne chalte hain”
“Pagal hain kya?”
“Shaam ko to tu aur Ani milne wake hain, to tu direct lunch ke baad H4 ke mess jake usse receive kar. Ekdam romantic”
“Tu saaf saaf bolna, tujhe Derek ko dekhna hain”
“Chal na yaar.” She requested Maya, looking at her with puppy eyes.
“Thik hain. Per mere baal sahi hain?”
“Ekdam pari lag rahi hain. Ani nahi to main to tujhe girlfriend bana lungi. Ab chal meri maa.”
“Oh ho. Raha nahi ja raha. Aj subha dikha nahi tha na Derek?”
“Chup hoja Maya….” They laughed as they entered the class. It was going to be a long eventful day.
This is for my babygirl @cvclee. She is such a freaking talented editor; her edits on Derek have left me a little dizzy and with a blazing crush on the man, Derek D'Souza. Please check out her edits. I hope I have done him justice.
This is the 1st part of a mini-series. This is based on the character of Derek D'Souza, played by Tahir Raj Bhasin, in the movie Chhichhore (2019).
Constructive criticism appreciated. This is not beta read, so if you guys find some typos/ errors, please feel free to correct me.
Warnings: crush at first sight, fluff, angst, slow burn, Grumpy x sunshine, mutual pining, idiots in love
Happy reading....
“Aree yaar, is chappal ki to…”, she muttered angrily. This was the first day of her college, her new life away from home, and she was so freaking excited, but the day had started with chaos. First, the kurti she had selected got spoiled with the achar her mother had sent. She was on the verge of tears, but she knew nothing could be done about it. Then she slipped trying to come out of the bathroom, her hair refused to cooperate, and she had to make a weird braid and run for her class since she was now late. Then, just in front of the H4 hostel, she stumbled on a pebble, and her slipper's strap had broken. She was now convinced the day could not be worse.
“Wahh Bhagwanji aur kya hi baki tha. Maine to subha subha apko yaad bhi kiya tha,” she looked up, saying this. The next moment, she felt her world stop. Her eyes stopped at the top floor of the hostel balcony. There was a guy, no, a man, shirtless, a beaded rosary around his neck, leaning against the pillar as he lit a cigarette with a single strike of his hand and took a deep puff. He was so handsome, his hair messy, as if he had just woken up from sleep. He looked like a vision. “Bhagwanji, ye kya dikha diya?”
“Kya hua? Khari kyu hain”, Maya suddenly came behind her.
Her trance broke hearing Maya’s voice, “Aree, who chappal toot gaya yaar mera.”
“Aree ruk mere pas feviquick hain.” Maya searched through her bag and gave her some glue. She took it from Maya’s hand and fixed her chappal, but her eyes were still on the mysterious man. The man suddenly looked at them, and she lowered her eyes.
“Chal, late hojayenge yaar”
“Hain chal”.
This is how she had seen Derek D'Souza for the 1st time. The tall, handsome senior, star athlete, and chain smoker, who stayed in the H4 or losers' hostel. This was all the information she had collected from her sources, staying as discreet as possible, in the last 2 months. It was not enough; no one seemed to know anything about Derek other than his brooding persona. No one knew his likes and dislikes, just that he played sports and had been passionate about the GC.
Every morning, when she went to class, she passed the H4 hostel to catch a glimpse of Derek. He was usually there at his usual spot, smoking a cigarette. She hated smoking in general, the smell gave her a headache, but Derek looked so hot taking a puff, his eyes slowly rolling back and his chest expanding, as the white smoke left his lips. She looked mesmerised, her lips parted, eyes hazy.
“Aj Chemistry ka class hain 1st period mein, kamse kam aj to isko tarna bandh kar”, Maya commented.
“Yaar main kaha taarti hu”
“Hain aur Ani mujhe pasand nahi karta”, Maya retorted. “Pasand hain to bol kyunahi deti.”
“Aree aj tak baat bhi nahi ki isse, jake kya bolu, ‘hello, aap mere senior hain, mujhe apko cigeratte peeta dekhna acha lagta hain.’ Pagal bolega mujhe woh Maya”, she commented, wrapping her arm around Maya's shoulder.
“At least tune admit to kiya who tujhe acha lagta hain”
“Tu bhi karle Ani se admit”, she teased Maya.
“Karlungi, jaa. Tu karegi usse baat”, Maya looked at her with a smirk.
“Phele karle, phir dekhte hain”
The chemistry assignment was making her want to cry. It was making her regret all her decisions, from taking science in 11th to preparing for JEE. “Aree yaar yaha hi to tha, kaha gaya”, she frantically searched for her lab notebook, but it was nowhere to be found. Suddenly, she remembered she had it in her lab class today; she must have left it there. She needed it for the assignment; thus, she had to go to the lab.
It was 9.30, the hostel warden had done a check, and she left her room for the lab. Maya was not in her room; she would have gone to meet Ani, so she went alone. The guard outside the building saw her asked where she was heading.
The corridor was empty. She entered the lab, slightly humming a song to fill the emptiness around her. She moved to the far left corner of the lab, where she was sitting today. Her notebook must be there. She looked at the table, below it, even on the seat and on the next table.
“Ye notebook dhund rahi ho?”, a grave voice came from behind her.
“Ahhh”
The hand came to cover her mouth to prevent her from screaming, “Shhh. Sare guards ko idhar bulana hain kya?” She moved her head in a no. “To chup”
It was him, it was Derek. Her head was screaming at her to do something. His voice was so gruff that it made her a little lightheaded. His palm was still on her lips. She was breathing hard, trying to compose herself. After a few seconds, when he was confident she would not continue shouting, he moved his hand from her mouth.
“Ye tumhara notebook hain”
“Hain, yehi lene ai thi yaha”, she said, trying to sound as normal as possible.
“Handwriting achi hain, neatly done, per yaha pe values mein thore discrepancies hain. Give me a pen.” She moved her hand to the back pocket of her jeans, took out a pencil and handed it to him. “See, yaha pe and here”
“Thanks." She looked around the table where he was sitting to find that he was making a drink in the beakers of the chemistry lab. "Aap yaha kya drink kar rahe hain?”
“Judge kar rahi ho?”, he said, unbothered, sipping on one of the beakers with an orange drink.
“Guard ne dekha to?”
“Guard. Uska baap hu main”, he was clearly amused by her concern about the guard.
“Hain baap se bara bacha”, she muttered.
“Kya?” Derek tilted his head a little towards him, as if to hear her properly.
“Guard bhaiya umar mein apse bare lagte hain to baap se bara bacha nahi ho sakta, technical fault.”
“Kafi funny ho tum," he commented sarcastically. " Woh us ladki ki dost ho na tum, kya name hain? Ani ke sath rehti hain, chote baal wali?”
“Hain Maya ki dost hu main”
“Hain, wahi. Main Derek hu. Senior”
“Pata hain”, she said, with confidence.
“Nazar rakh rahi thi mujhpe”
“Kyu? apme nazar kakhne wali kpi baat hain?”
Derek clearly enjoyed her fiery response; it was not often girls from the college interacted with him with so much confidence. “Wanna have a drink?”
“Nahi. Mera assignment hai”
“Orange soda?”
“Thik hain.”
She took a sip of the soda in the glass beaker. “Ice”
“Hun?”
“Tumhare peeche ice Rakha hain, pass karna”
She took the ice box to him, and he smirked a little.
“Main chalti hu. Thank you, Derek”
She finally came out of the lab, passed through the long corridor and then took a deep breath. Oh my god, oh my god. What in the world was that experience? She just had a full-blown conversation with Derek. The Derek. The same man, her senior, she had a full-blown crush on from the 1st day of her college. She even shared a drink with him. Oh, she needed to shriek; she needed to tell Maya everything.
“Maya. Maya. Maya.” She ran to Maya, who was sitting on the bench in the open area of their hostel.
“Kya hua? Aree rukk”
“Main lab gai thi”
“Abhi? Itni raat ko?”
“Aree sun na. Aur Derek tha waha. We had a conversation. He said mera handwriting sundar hain. AHHHH. Then he gave me orange soda, yaar.” Her excitement could not be contained. She had remained so calm and composed in front of him; all her nerves were coming out now.
“Wow babe. Kya baat hain. Peheli conversation mein hi. Per tu lab gai kyu thi?”
“Aree, who mera notebook waha choot gaya tha na”
“Notebook?” Maya asked, confused. There was no notebook in her hand.
“Aree main phirse notebook wahi chor ai. Shit yaar”
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“Bachi! Kya Baloch ki? Main bhi Baloch hu ab” (Little one! What Baloch? I am also a Baloch), Ulfat said in mock anger, patting her head.
“Aapi!! Aap na apne shauhar ke bhai ko bole ki woh apne haad mein rahe. Varna kisidin mere haath se uska katal hojayega”
“Aree, bachaa, us gadhe ne kya kar diya phir se?” Rehman appeared behind his wife, smiling at the cute 13-year-old girl with beautiful doe eyes, one side of her decorative braid open, surely the work of his brother.
“Rehman Bhai, aap apne is nihaiti badmash, Bijli ke khambe jaise bhai ko keh dijiye, agli baar mujhe ya mere baalo ko kuch kaha to main usse chorungi nahi”, her cheeks puffed up in anger.
“Chorne ke liye to pakarna bhi parega na. Aur tere ye chote chote pair mujhe pakar thori payenge”, Uzair ran as he pulled her hair again. That was the final nail in the coffin. Her eyes turned a little crazy as she ran behind him.
“Uzaaairrrrr”
Thus, 13-year-old her was now chasing 17-year-old Uzair, who had already become taller than the whole Baloch household. Uzair found so much joy in teasing the young girl; she was jolly happy and had long, wavy hair. So easy to pull and run away. They were Tom and Jerry, always behind each other, finding ways to irritate and tease each other. This continued even to this day. It had been 10 years, she was 23, and he was 27; the physical fights had ceased to a large extent, but there was no truce between them. Every time she visited the Haveli, he was ready to tease her, ready to do almost everything to get on her nerves. Often, Rehman and Ulfat had to physically stop them from murdering each other. Naiem and Faizal enjoyed it the most because in those days their parents would be too busy stopping their Khala and Chachu from fighting, leaving no time for them to stop the two little boys from doing any mischief. Also, Khala bought them so many gifts and then Chachu would bring more to keep the competition on, his ego too big. At the end, it was the two boys who benefited the most.
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It was quite cold after the sudden rain in the winter. Rehman was home before his usual time. The chill in the air of Lyari had made him want to go home and relax.
“Achaa... Kabhar to kafi achi hain. Aap bilkul na soche, hamari bachi itni pyaari hain. Unko zaaroor pasand ayegi, aur mashallah jaldi uska bhi ghar bas jayega... Hain, main aur rehman zaroor ayenge... Ji, chaliye. Khuda hafis”, Ulfat was on call with someone on the telephone, smiling.
“Kiska phone tha Jaan”
“Shazia Khala ka. Bachi ki shaadi ki baat chal rahi hain. Ladka Dubai mein rehta hain. Eklauta beta hain aur acha khandaan hain. Bas dua hain insaan bhi acha ho. Hamari bachi ko pyaar se rakhe”
“Wahh. Kitni achi khabar hain.” Rehman smiled and pulled his beautiful wife into his arms. “Yaad hain jab main tumhe bhaga laya tha.” He kissed her cheek as she pushed his chest.
"Aap bhi na Rehman", Ulfat smiled, still shy, remembering her youthful days, how she ran away with her lover, Rehman, when her family had fixed her marriage to a businessman's son.
“Ammi khala bhaag rahi hain?”, little Faizal, who had suddenly come in, asked his mother.
“Bhage gi kyu beta. Unka rista tay hua hain” Ulfat picked her little boy in her arms.
“Per khala ko to bola cha…” Before Faizal could complete his sentence, Rehman took Faizal from Ulfat's arms and kissed his soft cheeks, “Beta chalo khana kha lete hain. Raat hogai hain na”
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Rehman was feeling particularly romantic after dinner. Naiem and Faizal were sent to their bedroom by Zubeda Bi. Rehman and Ulfat had sat down on the deevan overlooking the garden. He had a glass of whiskey in his hands as he sat very close to his wife, stroking her soft waist as he heard her speak about her sweet little sister. She was not her sibling, but their bond had been stronger. Ulfat was 10 years older than her; she was the daughter of her mother’s mu-boli behen, but often bonds of heart are deeper than those of blood. After Ulfat’s mother had passed away, Shazia Khala became her maternal figure. Even after her own family had disowned her, when she eloped with Rehman, she was the one who had forgiven her, even though she was angry. When Naiem was born, Ulfat had become very weak. Shazia had left her home to take care of Ulfat. Even Rehman respected them a lot. They were, in a true sense, his in-laws. And their cute little daughter, whom they all called bachi, because she was the youngest then, was the apple of their eyes. Even now, after years, after Naiem and Faizal were born, she was still their bachi. Almost a daughter-like feeling came to their hearts, and now she was getting married. Oh, how time passed.
“Uzair nahi dikha aj”, Rehman suddenly remembered his brother was nowhere to be seen. He had even left the factory early.
“Oh, Uzair. Woh bol raha tha kahi bahar jayega Hamza ke sath. Pata nahi kaha ghumta hain woh ladka.” Ulfat replied, pulling the blanket closer. The air was quite cold.
“Us gadhe ki bhi shaadi karwa deni paregi. Ghar pe tikta hi nahi. Bas jab Bachi ati hain usko tang karne ke liye ghar pe milta tha. Varna jeep leka kabhi yaha kabhi waha. Agar uske aur bachi ke beech dushmani na hoti usi se tai kar deta is gadhe ki shaadi. Kitni pyaari hain. Per mere bhai ko akal thori hain. Bas height se barkat hua hain, dimag se abhi bhi 5 vi fail.”
“Aise kyu bol rahe hain. Bacha hain abhi woh, samajh jayega”
“Tum aur bigaro use. Usko to ab uski biwi line pe layegi. Riste dekho uske liye, aur ekdam shaant ladki nahi honi chahiye, thori ziddi ho, tabhi uska dimag thikane ayega.”
“Acha thik hain. Per apka hath kaha ja rahe hain” Rehman's hand had slowly trailed lower from Ulfat's waist, mischief clear in his eyes.
“Ab meri jaan, aap itni sundar lagrahi hain chand ki roshni mein ki chand khud soch raha hain ki akhir ye roshni kiski hain, aapki ya uski. To mera kya kusoor”
Ulfat rolled her eyes, “Rehman aap bhi na…” Rehman moved closer to place a kiss on her soft, rosy lips.
Suddenly, the sound of the telephone ringing came to their ears. Ulfat looked at the wall-clock, 1.30 am, who was calling so late. Rehman held her hand, “Main uthata hu.”
“Hain… Kya mil nahi rahi?... Kya bol rahi hain aap khala?... zaaroor kidnapping hogi... Bhaagne wali baat hi nahi hain… Hamari bachi hosiyaar hain woh bhaagegi thori. Aur kiske sath bhagegi, aj tak hamesha sabki baat suni hain…”
“Kya??”, Ulfat snatched the receiver from Rehman's hand and held it to her ears, “Khala, kya bol rahi hain aap?... dinner ke baad se mil nahi rahi, achaa hum arahe hain... Nahi aap roiye maat na.” Ulfat was tense; she kept the receiver down and looked for Rehman. They needed to look for their Bachi. She had gone missing. “Rehman, aap kaha gaye”
“Tum shawl lelo, main gari nikal raha hu”, Rehman's sound came from the courtyard where his car was parked.
Uzair arrived a few hours before dawn, and the sky had turned slightly purple. He was tired. He went to his room quietly and locked the door.
“Jao hath mu dho lo”, he said to the woman wrapped in a dark shawl.
“Uzi, mujhe daar lag raha hain” She looked up to him, her doe eyes slightly teary.
Uzair held her hand, rubbing his thumb across his knuckles, “Kuch nahi hoga, baby. Main hoon na. Chalo, fresh hoje ao, aur so jao”
“Ammi bohot maregi”
“Kuch nahi hoga, meri jaan. Main hu na.”
She moved closer to him, her face clearer in the soft light of his room. Her sandy complexion glowing in the yellow light of his bedside lamp, “Aur Aapi aur Rehman bhai?”
“Unko main samhal lunga, Woh khud bhi to…”
Before Uzair could complete his words, she hugged him. "Main tumhare bagair kaise jeeti. Ammi ne jab bola ki shaadi ki baat karne ane wale hain main bohot daar gai thi. Mujhe samajh nahi araha tha", tears escaping her eyes finally. Her emotions could no longer be kept hidden.
“Shh shh… rote nahi, meri jaan. Main hoon tumhare paas, ekdam shant ho jao. Aur waise bhi main meri mallika to kisi aur ka hone thori deta, utha ke le ata”, Uzair wiped her tears with softness and affection, no one had ever seen him display.
“Acha? To abhi kya kiya hain? Uthaya hi to hain Baloch. Sach khete hain log Balocho ke paas thora bhi kabu nahi hain, bas zoor zabardasti hain”, her eyes still wet, but her teasing nature returned as she felt the comfort of his arms, his safe place.
“Tu bhagi hain meresath, uthaya hota to aise tere hath bandh diye hote," he held both her hands tight in his right palm, tight behind her back. " Aur teri zuban se ye bari bari baatein nahi nikalti.” as he pressed her soft cheeks together, her lips pouting, making her look cuter, as he pressed his lips on her. “Aur Baloch kisko kehti hain, ab to tu bhi Baloch hogi, meri jaan.”
She pulled her hands from his grip. Shyness spread over her cheeks as a bright red blush. “Dhaat, jao haato”, she pushed his chest a little.
“Jab itna sharam ata hain tu uksati kyu hain mujhe”, Uzair teased, biting her cheeks softly.
She moved a few steps away and gave him a teasing smile, “Maza ata hain”
“Ruk tujhe to main”, Uzair followed her quickly.
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Rehman and Ulfat returned home; it was not yet morning. The sun was still beyond the horizon, but the sky had turned slightly orange in anticipation of the morning. They were extremely tired. Khala had cried herself a river when they had reached. Khalu was pacing around the house. Ulfat had managed to comfort them and stop Khala’s tears. Rehman was sure that there was some sort of kidnapping, even though the room was perfect and only the Balcony door was open. He would have to look around. He had a plan, but he needed to speak to Uzair first. Hamza and Uzair would surely get the information out quickly.
Uzair’s jeep was parked hapazedly in the courtyard, the way he liked.
“Nawabzaada agaya hain. Jaan thora chai bana dogi, main Uzair se baat karke ata hu” Rehman's head was aching, the whole night they had not wink of sleep.
Ulfat herself felt the tiredness in her bones agreed at once. “Hain, main abhi leke ai”
“Aur tum chinta maat karo jaan. Bachi miljayegi, usko kuch nahi hoga” Rehman kissed her forehead. He knew how much bachi mattered to her.
“Pata hain rehman, aap hain na”
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Rehman moved to the second floor, crossing his kids' room and the two empty rooms to reach Uzair's wing. He knocked on the door quite harshly.
“Uzair. Darwaza khol.” Rehman continued banging on the door. “Uzair?”, the door suddenly opened due to the banging. The lock had given up.
“Uzair!!!!!”, Rehman's eyes landed on a shirtless Uzair, but was that a duppatta on his bed?
“Kaun hain, madar… ” Uzair woke up confused, his hair messed up. His eyes widened when he saw Rehman standing. He quickly tried to sit up. “Rehman bhai aap”
Rehman came a step closer and then moved back, seeing a woman on his bed under the blanket, only her long hair visible. “Kya kar raha hain? Aur kaun hain ye? Kitni baar kaha hain jo bhi karna hain ghar ke bahar, bache rehte hain ghar pe”
To make the situation worse, she moved from under the blanket when he moved to sit up, “Uzair, kaun chilla raha hain. Mujhe thand lag hain, door kyu gaye?” She moved her hair a little to hold Uzair's hand and pull him closer as if to protect herself from the cold.
Rehman recognised the noise, worst, he recognised that face, what in the world was this? Rehman spoke in a stunned voice,“Bachi? Tu?”
Uzair, seeing the situation was getting worse, tried to shield her,“Bhai main aapko sab bolta hu”.
The chaos finally made her wake up, she looked like a deer in headlights. Oh no rehman bhai was here and he had seen them together, on his bed. Where was her dupatta? She found it and flung it across her shoulder.
“Bolega to tu zaroor bete, phele teri haddiya toor dunga. Tu ise utha laya hain?” Rehman had taken out his gun.
Ulfat arrived at that exact moment, carrying a tray, “Kya hua Rehman?”
“Dekh lo apne shezade ki harkate”
She looked at the scene, Uzair sitting on the bed, shirtless in front of her little sister, they had clearly just woken up from sleep,“Bachi? Tu yaha? Tu bhaag gai thi?”
“Woh aapi main… matlab who Uzi.. matlab rista...” words were not coming out of her mouth.
Uzair, seeing the whole situation, stood up, “Bhabhi main usse Mohabbat karta hu isiliye utha laya ise, mujhe isse nikah karna hain. Ye bhi mujhese pyaar karti hain. Aree bol na, chup kyu hain?” as he pulled her beside him.
“Hain, aapi. Main Uzi, matlab Uzair se pyaar karti hu, ammi ne woh shaadi ki baat ki, to main daar gai aur Uzair ko call karliye, toh woh agaya, to main uske jeep mai baith gai… aur useke sath matlab, dono milke yaha chale aye.” She blabbered whatever came to her mind. Her eyes got teary again; she had caused so much pain to her Aapi and Rehman bhai, they would surely be so angry with her. Ammi would probably disown her.
Uzair's heart broke seeing her tears. He turned to her side and wiped them with softness and kissed her forehead, “Jaan ro kyu rahi ho. Kou tumhe nahi datega, main hu na. Main tumhare hisse ki maar bhi kha lunga Shazia Khala se. Chalo asu nahi.”
“Thik hain Uzi”
Rehman's eyes twitched seeing this interaction. His brother was voluntarily wiping her tears, the tears of the same woman he would tease everytime she came home. His brother had surely done some sort of kaala jado; hell, they were all trapped in some sort of illusion. And the girl who never called Uzair by his name, spewing just insults at him, addressing him as batameez, besharam, nihaiti nakara and bijli ka khambha, among other notable insults, was calling him 'Uzi'.
“Uzi? Ye ghore jaise gadhe ko Uzi kabse bolne lagi tum bachi?”
“Aree bhai woh to 4-5 saalo se”, Uzair said shyly scratching the back of his neck.
“Chup..”, she said to Uzair, understanding Rehman was not having it.
Rehman had had enough. He pointed the gun at Uzair and said, “4-5 saal? Kabse chal raha hain ye sab? Saaf saaf bol. Shazia Khala ko kya mu dikhaunga main? Ki khala aap chinta na kare, mera jo Kad se ucha akal se bauna bhai hain apki phool si bachi ko utha laya hain? Kya izzat reh jayegi Balocho ki? Ki hum ladki uthate hain?”
“Woh to aap uthate hi hain. Khandaan ki ek ladki to bara bhai utha laya, dusre ko chota bhai” Ulfat, who was a spectator till then, said sipping on her chai.
“Jaan, tum bhi. Tumhari wajah se hi bigra hain ye. Chal jaldi bata, varna ye bandook ki sari goliye khali kardunga”
Hearing this, she suddenly came in front of Uzair, “Nahi Rehman bhai, inhe kuch na kare.”
“Bachi, kal tak to tui iska katal karna chahti thi, aj kya hogaya?” This interaction was something that made Rehman's head spin; he was sure he had grey hair now.
Uzair looked at her with a sappy smile, so much in love, “Woh sach thori tha Bhai, woh to uska mujhse Mohabbat zahir karne ka tareeka hain”
“Ai tu chup reh Bhos.. gadhe, ab jaldi bol puri baat”
“Woh Rehman bhai humlog ek dusre ko pasand karte the. Jab Faizal hua aur main Islamabad se ai, tab mujhe woh Dheere Dheere pasanda ne lage”
“Mujhe to tu bachpan se pasand hain.” Uzair interrupted her, proudly confessing and pulling her closer.
“Aur aap aur aapi jab naiem ko doctor ke pass leke gaye the, 4 saal pehel tab zoor ka toofan aya tha, main daar gai thi aur Uzi, matlab, Uzair ne hi mujhe samhala tha. Tabse hi.” She spoke with so much honesty and love in her eyes.
“Aur ye jab mereliye jalebi leke ati thi aur mujhe apne hatho se kheer khilati thi…” Uzair continued, fondly recalling the moments of their love.
“Woh Uzair ne hi college mein mujhe bohot madat ki thi”
Ulfat was unsure whether to laugh or cry, “Bas bas, samajh gaye. Haye allah, yehi dekhna baki tha. Humlogo ke nak ke neeche ye log… Per uske baad bhi ladne ki kya zaarorat thi? Hume bol sakte the, hum khud rista leke jate”
“Woh aapi mujhe sharam ati hain”, She looked down, her hands fiddling with her dupatta.
“Hayee mallika aise na sharmao, mujhe bara pyaar ata hain”
“Ai nawab tera saara pyaar abhi ek goli se nikal dunga. Thori sharam karle. Teri wajah se iski ammi ro rahi hain. Bhagne wala plan tera tha na?” Rehman was now irritated. What more was left for him to witness this night?
“Hain bhai…”
“Iski to...”
“Per bhai apse hi to seekha tha.”
“Aree gadhe, humlog thori mana karte shaadi ke liye.”
“Hain Uzair beta. Humlogo to koi atraz nahi hota. Naahi Khala ko. Humlog to chahte the humlogo ki shaadi ho, per tumlog itna ladte the ki humne taal diya”, Ulfat said, holding her trembling hand.
“Dekha maine kaha tha mujhe itna maat chidhao”
“Sorry, meri jaan.”
“Ye door hatho tumlog thora. Aur hath hata iske kamar se. Aur tu jake apna kurta pehen”, Rehman said, clearly uncomfortable at their display of affection. Their fighting was tolerable; this love made him dizzy.
“Ammi maine khana tha na aapi bhaag jayegi. Chachu ne to bola tha, unhe bhaga le ayenge” Unknown to them, little Faizal had come to the chaos.
Ulfat bend down to pull her little boy in her arms, “Faizal? Apko pata tha?”
“Hain, Khala to Chachu ke paas hi rehti hain, unko to kissi bhi milta hain Chachu se.”
“Faizal ke bache, tujhe chocolate diya tha chup rehne ke liya, ruk”
This story is set in newly independent India. It started as a one-shot, but I gravely underestimated my interest in Devang's cuteness, and it became a 3-part mini-series, and now it's a 4-part miniseries. So this is the last part.
All the pictures of Udaybir as Devang Chaturvedi are from this post of @cherryyelixir.
Other pics from Pinterest.
Constructive criticism appreciated. This is not beta read, so if you guys find some typos/ errors, please feel free to correct me.
Warnings: Slow burn, crush at first sight, mutual pining, fluff, idiots in love, Devang being a literal cutie, flirting, secret romance.
“Kya bol rahi thi? Aj kal main thak jata hu aur dheere-dheere bhag raha hu. Dikhata hu tumhe, ruko.” (What were you saying? Nowadays I am tired and run quite slowly. Let me show you, wait), Devang tackled her, holding her against the banyan tree, tickling her.
“Sorry, sorry. Maaf kardo na. Nahi bolungi, ab nahi bolungi” (Sorry, sorry. Please forgive me. I will not say this now), she said, drawing deep breaths, laughing, her eyes almost tearing due his tickles.
“Bolo, Devang Chaturvedi is the best hockey player.”
“Devang Chaturvedi is the best hockey player”
“Bolo, I love you”
“I, I… love…”, she ran away, finally freeing herself from her grip. “Nahi bolungi” (I will not say), her giggles escaping like the most beautiful music in the world. Devang chased her and caught her too soon. They moved near each other, foreheads touching as they smiled at each other. Their hearts full of love and happiness.
Since they had been in this secret relationship, her teasing towards him had increased, and he liked it. He did take the revenge when they were alone. This place, under the banyan tree, beside the lake, was their safe place. They could be free, with each other, express themselves, and laugh openly. Here, she saw a version of Devang that was beyond what the world saw. He was sweet, loving, teasing, and so clingy. He would never leave her without hugging her, confessing his love again and again, and then asking her to say it. She loved making him suffer a little, but in the end, she always said those words. She loved him with all her heart; she had never been happier, calmer. It is not like she was not loved or cared for. She had a loving family, she had always been happy with her life, occasional issues were there, but being with Devang made her feel lighter, softer. It made her realise that it was exactly this that was missing. It was the love that made you breathe lighter, your heart calmer, and you happier. She had heard how women had to compromise for love, accept things. Devang had made her feel liberated; it was as if she was learning new things about herself. She was growing in love. She was positively glowing, and even Beena didi had noticed the glow. And for Devang, he felt lighter than before. The stress from the game, the useless fights, all went away with the time he spent with her. He believed he was blessed. There was this presence of companionship, trust, and affection.
She wrapped her arms around him and asked, “Tum kab nikal rahe ho?” (When are you leaving?)
“10 dino mein” (in ten days)
“Achaa.” (Okayy)
“Meri yaad ayegi?” (Will you miss me?)
“Nahi bilkul nahi agyegi. Main to idhar akele hi kulfi khaungi, koi mera wala chenega nahi” (Not at all. I will have all my kulfi alone and no one will take my one), yet she held on to him tighter in her arms, placing her face on his chest, which was a clear contrast to what she said.
“Acha, phir thik hain, main bhi England mein settle hojaunga. English lady, kaisi rahengi?” (Okay, fine then. I will also settle in London. How with an English lady?)
“Mujhe baat hi nahi karni aapse” (I will not even talk to you)
“Aree phir se gussa. Tum chidaho to thik, main karu to galat.” (Oh, you are angry again. If you tease me, it's fine; if I do, it's correct.)
“Nahi, ye aap dusri ladki ka baat karege to main chali jaungi abhi” (No, if you talk about other women, I will go away)
“Sorry. Aj ke baad kabhi nahi bolunga. Waise bhi tumse zaada pyaar main kisise kar sakta hu kya?” (Sorry. I promise that I will never say this again. Anyways, will I ever be able to love anyone as much as I love you?)
“Thikhain” (Okay), she smiled as she received a sweet forehead kiss from him.
There was a sound of soft footsteps. Devang looked behind the tree. Oh no, Raghubir was there.
Raghubir had been determined to find out where his friend was vanishing every evening. Thus, as he saw Devang missing, he planned to investigate. He had seen her come this side a few days back, so this was his search location.
“Raghubir…”
“Aap us prince ka naam bhi maat lo. Pata nahi kya samajhta hain khudko” (Do not take the name of that prince. I do not understand what he thinks about himself.)
“Kya?” She looked behind the tree,” Ab kya kare?” (What? What do we do now?)
“Pata nahi. Kya karu?” (I don't know. What do I do?)
“Aap baithe raho. Aree, kuch idea do.” (You stay seated. At least think of an idea.)
“Kya idea du? Mujhe kuch samajh nahi araha." (What idea do I give you? I cannot understand what to do.) She suddenly stood up and moved towards the banyan tree. "Aree ye kya kar rahi ho” (Aree, what are you doing?)
“Peer pe chad rahi hu. Dikh nahi raha>” (I am trying to climb the tree. Can't you see?) Devang's heart was beating quicker; she was climbing a banyan tree. What in the world was going on?
“Per peer kyu chad rahi ho? Tumhe peer pe chadna ata hain? Aree dekhke saree samhal ke.” (But why are you climbing the tree? You know how to climb a tree? Be careful you are in a saree)
“Dikh to raha hain apko, ab chup hojaiye” (You can see that, now be quiet)
Raghubir arrived to see Devang a little shaky. He had just witnessed her climb a tree in a saree. He was confused and impressed.
“Yaha par kya kar rahe ho, Devang?” (What are you doing here, Devang?)
“Hain? Main? Woh main hawa khane aya tha.” (Yes? Me? I had just come to have some fresh air)
“Akele? Koi hain tumhare sath?” (Alone? Is someone there with you?) Raghubir looked around. He was convinced there must be a woman, or worse, the sister-in-law of Tapan. She got to his nerves.
“Yaha shanti ke liye ata hu to akele hi hounga na. Tumlogo ko to bas ladhai karna hota hain” (I come here for some peace, so I will obviously be alone. You all just have to fight.)
“Achaa. To chalo wapas chalte hain” (Okay. Come let's go back). Raghubir came up to hold Devang's shoulder and take him along. There was that smell again, soft sandalwood and floral. It was surely a woman's perfume.
"Tum jao main ata hu. Let the sun set" (You go, I will come a little later. Let the sun set)
"Thik hain". Raghubir left, but he was more determined to find the real incident. Devang let out a sigh of relief. While she was having the aerial view of him leaving.
“Neech ajao” (Come down)
“Rukiye. Usse jane dijiye phele” (Wait. Let him go away first)
“Are gir jaogi. Chot lag jayegi” (Aree, you will fall down. You might get hurt)
“Are kuch nahi hoga. Bachpan se chada hain. Maa ki pitai se bachne ke liye ped pe chad jati thi” (Nothing will happen. I have climbed trees since childhood. I save myself from my mother's beating, I would climb up trees)
[This is based on real incidents. My mother would climb trees and walls to save herself from getting beaten up by my grandfather. According to my maternal family, she was the naughtiest child who would continuously climb trees and steal whatever fruit she found. The same goes for my father. Both of them have fallen from multiple trees, though in different geographical locations. Match made in heaven indeed.]
“Dheere. Ye hath pakdo.” (Slowly, here hold my hand) Devang held out his palm. As she set her foot on the ground, he checked her carefully “Chot nahi ai na. Thik ho?” (You have not got hurt, right? You are okay?)
“Bilkul thik hu. Us prince ko na ekdin main pani mein dhakka de dungi” (I am completely fine. One day I will push that prince in water)
“Aree gussa nahi karte na. Idhar ao” (Aww, don't be angry. Come here), he pulled her closer, moved the silky locks of hair from her face and rubbed his knuckles on her soft cheeks.
“Phir bolo London se kya leke aau?” (So, what do I bring from London for you?)
“Bas aap ajana” (Just come back), she hugged him tight.
The day had come, the team was announced, and to her utter happiness, Devang was made the captain. He absolutely deserved it. He was the perfect captain the team could have. They would be leaving the next day. Since last week, they had not been really able to spend time together properly. The days had been too hectic, and he was leaving the next day. She was so happy, yet there was a pain in her chest. The pain of lover’s separation, Viraha.
The party had ended in chaos. She was tired. The worst was that she did not get time to talk to Devang alone, and he would be leaving the next day. It was almost 8 pm when she got the chit. ‘Meet me at our usual spot at 9. -DC’ She wrapped a shawl around her embroidered saree from the party and took a lantern.
She moved as quietly as possible. There was no one to be seen. She was slightly wary of her surroundings. Suddenly, someone held her from behind.
“Ahhhh”
“Daar gai” (Did you get scared), it was Devang's voice.
“Ye ekdam acha nahi kiya apne. Main gir jati to? Aur agar galti main maine apko lantern maar diya hota?” (This is not done. If I had fallen? Or worse, if I had hit you with the lantern?)
“Main tumher girne thori deta? Aur tumhare hath se se maut bhi hassen lageti” (Would I have let you fall? And even death by your hands would have been sweet)
“Ye marne ke baatein kar rahe hain aap. Mujhe isiliye aap bilkul pasand nahi. Ek to itni door ja rahe ho, itne dino ke liye, aur jaane se phele aisi baatein” (You are talking about dying now. This is why I do not like you. You are going away so far, what too for so many days and before you go you are saying this like this), she tried to push Devang away, but his grip was too strong on her.
“Aree idhar ao. I love you na” (Aree, come here. I love you naa), as Devang tried to nuzzle his nose on her soft cheeks as she continued to fidget in his arms, trying to create a distance.
“Jaiye, haiteye. Do not touch me” (Go away, move. Do not touch me). She was not really angry at him; it was just all pretend, but she still kept her face away from him, not wanting him to see her teary eyes.
“Come hear na” (Come here). Devang tried to hold her chin and face her towards him, a tear had left her eyes.
“No, go away”
“Devang, ye kya ho raha hain? Meri saali ke sath ye kya kar raha hai?” (Devang, what is going on? What are you doing with my sister-in-law?) They suddenly went still. It was the voice of Tapan da, but it lacked the usual warmth. It sends chills down the spine of lovers. Before they could comprehend anything, a fist connected against Devang's cheek.
“Teri itni himmat” (How dare you?)
She was scared. She jumped forward to stop Tapan da from doing anything they might regret later. It was all her fault; she could have told them before. She realised Tapan da and Beena didi had seen a part of their lover's quarrel and assumed the worst.
“Jamaibabu chere dau, o kichu kore ni” (Jamai babu, please leave him, he had done nothing), as she protectively stood in front of Devang, who now had a busted lip.
“Tapan charo oke” (Tapan leave him), Beena didi moved forward holding him back.
"Aj to tujhe dekh lunga." (I will see the end of you today)
“Tapan ji, I have done nothing wrong. I love her, I want to marry her.” And there, everyone became still.
“Marry? Aap mujhese shaadi karenge” (Marry? You will marry me?)
“To pyaar kiya hain to shaadi to kaunga na? Tumhe kya laga? Aj wahi bolne ke liye bulaya tha” (So I have loved you, I would obviously marry you. What do you think? This is why I called you here, so say this to you)
“Ye dono ek dusre se pyaar kate hain?” (They both love each other), Tapan asked Beena, confused. "Kya isiliye tum mujhe yaha ane nahi de rahi thi?" (is this why you were not letting me come on this side?)
This was completely new information for her, too. Beena didi knew this. How was this even possible? “Tumi jante didi?” (You knew didi?)
“Meri behen hain who. Chahke bhi woh mujhse chupa nahi pati. Aur Devang acha ladka hain” (She is my sister. Even if she tries, she cannot hide things from me. And Devang is a nice boy).
“Sorry, didi. Mujhe apko bolna chiye tha” (Sorry, didi. I should have told you)
“Humlog apko bolne hi wale the per humne socha Olympics ke baad” (We were going to say, but then we thought we would tell everything after the Olympics.), Devang said in support of her, holding her hand.
“Direct shaadi karke bache ke sath hume bata te. Wahi acha hota” (You should have said us directly after marriage and with your child. That would have been better). Tapan was angry.
The commodtion had brough a few players including Raghubir to come out.
“Mujhe phele hi shak tha. Per is ladkike sath. Sahi hain, tum zaada hi seedhe aur shant ho Devang. Ye samhal legi” (I had doubted this. With this girl, but maybe this is best, Devang is too good and quiet. This one will probably save him)
Seedh? Shant? Oh, she knew how sheeda and shant he was.
The commotion had ended after a proper scolding from Tapan da and Beena didi. Then a whole lot of teasing from the team. During the whole time, Devang had kept holding her hand, reminding her that she was not alone and she would never be alone.
The Olympics had ended. The team had brought in GOLD. The 1st ever Olympic gold for independent India. The captain, Devang Chaturvedi, had also brought another gold, a gold ring for his beloved. 3 months later, under the same banyan tree, which was the witness of their love, they tied the knot and became each other's forever.
---And their beautiful journey continued ...
These are the pictures of Devang after the winning moments from Gold. They deserved to be posted. I cannot believe this was Udaybir's debut. Just look at his eyes.
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Summary: Your husband's hands are out of the cast finally and you can't wait to have them on you.
WARNINGS: dom/sub dynamics, body worship, impact play(barely), oral(male recieving), overstimulation, squirting, they're both dirty and match each other's freak to the t, she tells him to stop once or twice but doesn't really want him to so it's okay if he goes on, contraceptive mentioned and removed (don't do it kids), baby making smut, talks of body image issues and changes, P*rn with little plot basically.
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A/n: so finally after ages I'm posting and guess what it's a smut😭. (Smut virginity lost, Woohoo!) This is wholly and mostly written by @obsessedwidskincare, jitna sanitizer use karne ke baad kitanu ka contribution hota hai beemariyan failane main utna mera contribution hai is masterpeice smut mein, lekin mujhe dhamki di gayi hai so this endeavor is like 65% her and 35% me! (Main likhungi kuchipoos but pata nahi kab.) So please divert all your praise towards her😍😍😍
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THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. IT IN NO WAY OR FORM ROMANTICIZES, PROPAGATES OR JUSTIFIES THE ACTS OF CHARACTERS OR ANY REAL LIFE PERSONALITY, THE ACTOR OR OTHERWISE. IT IS SOLELY WRITTEN IN CONTEXT OF THE CHARACTERS OF THE MOVIE.
If someone had told you a year and half ago that you would be happily married to a man like Uzair Baloch and he would somehow fall in love with you, you would have laughed it off as a cruel joke.
Today you were not only married to the gangster turned budding politician but also impossibly head over heels in love with him. You had a stable career, supportive family and friends and a husband who just couldn't get enough of you. The last year and half had brought about changes in you that surprised you more and left your husband slightly irritated. Due to your work nature or happy environment or extracurricular activities with your husband or all three, you lost some weight making your curves smoother and well defined. In no way you were slim but your figure was more on a plus sized model silhouette.
Now as you sat in the salon, next to the happy bride Nafisa, you couldn’t help but indulge in priming up for Uzair. After all, the man had been injured in a rogue attack, with his right hand being in cast for 3 weeks. With the plaster off now, you couldn’t wait to go back into his arms and suspected that he was as desperate for you as you were for him.
“Bikini wax karva le. Uzair bhai toh clean bowled ho jayenge” Nafi teased you as you both sat in chairs for your hair appointment.
“Besharam, chup ho jaa please. Mujhe already bohot sharam aa rahi hai” you mumble, your cheeks turning crimson.
“Wah ji wah. Dubai se mujhse lingerie mangvate hue sharam nahi aayi, bikini wax karvate hue sharam nahi aayi par maine bol kya diya madam to sharam se paani paani ho gayi”
“Accha sun, bag mein ek aur surprise hai. Thank me later” she winks at you as your brain gets busy planning seduction. Yes, this new found confidence was all a gift from your ever giving husband who you suspected was holding back, careful to not hurt you. Ever since you saw him intimidating a senior politician, your mind has been in the gutter, and the only way to calm it down would be to get railed by him.
“Main bore ho rahi hoon, yaar! Accha ye bata, teri toh arrange marriage hai, lekin teri ideal first date hogi na kuch? Uske barein mein socha tha toh kya socha tha, bata?” Nafi's voice breaks your chain of thoughts.
You smile, opening a wish box buried deep in your heart. Although you are grateful for what you have, you were once a girl who dreamed of romance and courtship.
“Main aur woh, samudra ki leheron ko dekhte hue, shaam ka sooraj dekhe. Kuch apni yaadein batau, kuch unki yaadien tazza ho. Saath chalte chalte waqt beet jaaye aur duniya ka pata hi na chale” you whisper, the little girl in you reliving her dreams.
Nafi adores you and holds your hand tight, “But jo mila hai woh soch se bhi behtar hai na?” She asks gently.
“Soch se bhi behtar hai” you assure her with a 440 watt smile.
Soon as you make your way to your parents home, where you are greeted by your aunt who scans you with envy.
“Y/n. pehle se behtar lag rahi ho. But phir bhi Uzair ke mukable tumhara wazan abhi bhi bhari hai. Koi baat nahi, dheere dheere sab ho jayega” she says with a tight, fake smile.
Just as Nafi is about to give her back, you hold her hand to stop her. The older you would have just ignored, the harsh words making you indulge in self-criticism. But Y/n 2.0 refused to take any sort of unsolicited criticism from anyone.
“Fufi, aap meri aur Uzair ki fikar na karein. Hum saath jaise bhi hai, khush hai. Bohot khush hai. Afsoos hota hai ki sabhi auraton ko aisa shauhar nahi milta jo unki rooh se mohabbat kare. Ab kismat ko kon badal sakta hai.” You mock sigh, smiling with pity at her.
Your mother looks at you with newfound respect, Nafi looks ready to cheer for you but it is your husband's voice from the verandah that surprises you.
“Y/n chale. Der ho gayi hai?” He says, his eyes glinting with admiration and love. As soon as you both drive away further from the house, Uzair stops the car to kiss you senseless.
“Kon ho tum and meri biwi kaha hai?”
You giggle and pinch him, “Uzair Baloch ki biwi hu, kisika sunke thodi lungi.”
He rewards you with a wide smile, kissing your hand, making way home.
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A few days later, post Nafisa's wedding, your parents decide to make a 15 day trip to Balochistan, providing you the perfect window to execute your plan. After all, it has been 1.5 months since Uzair and you had each other owing to his injury, his political duties and your bridesmaid duties.
Soon your parents left for Balochistan to spend some time with your Tayya Abbu. Citing repair work and cleaning, you inform Ulfat about staying at ‘Your Home’ for the weekend well aware that your husband would follow you.
“Par mujhe samajh nahi aa raha, abhi saal bhar pehle hi toh renovation karvaya tha. Itni jaldi repairing ke zaroorat kaise padi?” Uzair comments as soon as he enters home.
“Baarish shuru ho gayi hai isiliye waterproofing karvana padega ab” You tell him as a matter of fact.
Satisfied with your answer, he approaches you to kiss you when you step back.
“Uzair, shayad mere period aa gaye hai. Main fresh hoke aati hoon.”
Sighing, he kisses your forehead and slumps onto the sofa to watch the latest football match.
You march into the bedroom, shutting it behind you but not locking it. You pick the name less brand less bag from the corner of the room and fetch a sheer baby doll that leaves nothing to one's imagination. You quickly take a shower brushing yourself furiously. Rubbing scented oil all over your body, you look at yourself in the mirror and apply a thick layer of red lipstick. Styling your dark thick hair in a sultry fashion, you apply a bit of eyeliner to give you the vixen look. You slip into the baby doll that hugs your curves like a second skin. The cut is above your breast, leave your birthmark for him to admire.
The bodice barely covers your midriff as the sheer fabric leaves your skin for ample of show. You hoped it would tease him endlessly. The only garment that covers your body part completely is underwear, safeguarding your womanhood from your husband. You touch yourself feeling your breasts all over the fabric, nipples already pebbling under your heated touch. You imagine his hands and mouth, fulfilling all your dirty fantasies for you.
You hear the door rattling and quickly cover yourself with a white bathrobe. You open the door to see a worried Uzair. The moment he sees you he is completely mesmerised, for he had imagined all the worst scenarios for why his wife was in the washroom for the last one hour. But the sight in front of him excites him, knocking the air out of his lungs.
You slowly walk to him, your hands making their way up his chest, playing with his kurta buttons.
“Uzair, please meri baat manenge” You ask in your most sexy voice.
He gulps visibly in anticipation.
“Apni aankhein bandh karein, please”
He quickly closes his eyes as you dart across the room to fetch a pair of handcuffs. You quickly rid him of his kurta and take his hands in yours, handcuffing him. He opens his eyes to see you shedding your bathrobe, standing in front of him in the sheer baby doll lingerie.
‘Happy recovery Uzair’ you say as your hands make way to his salwar. Untying the knot, you discard his underwear as well, making him step out of his clothes. He looks so powerful, formidable, yet helpless with the handcuffs on.
You start kissing his chest, leaving lipstick marks all over his body.You feel his muscles fluttering the moment your lips make contact with his bare skin. Emboldened by his response, you start licking the pathway from his sternum to his happy trail, making his breath hitch and sweatbeats form at his forehead.
“Mujhe aapko surprise dena tha” Saying so your tongue tentatively licks the mushroom head of his very angry, very excited manhood. You see him close his eyes as you start fisting him. Inch by inch, you take him in your mouth, only managing to stuff him halfway.
You start moving your head, working on his manhood, while your hands play with his balls. Your head starts bobbling in urgent short motions. Your snug mouth feels him swelling more and more. Suddenly, you hear something snap and your eyes look up to see your husband who has broken the handcuffs in two.
Oh dear lord!
His one hand makes its way into your hair, fingers scraping your scalp before twisting your hair to hold it in impossibly firm grip. He pulls your head back, making your mouth release his cock with a plop, saliva and precum glistening your chin. Uzair pulls your head back so that your eyes meet his. Gone is the gentle, giving and compassionate lover. Instead, his obsidian eyes reek of hunger and possession. Your sensitised skin felt the smoldering heat of the cracking fire of domination that lit within him. A fire fueled and fanned by his need to claim you for his pleasure without any inhibitions. Uzair was finally done HOLDING BACK.
Expecting him to kiss you, you stood in front of him. With his one hand still holding your hair in a tight grip, Uzair does something unexpected. He looks towards the other side of the room, and gives you a devilish smirk. His mouth descends to kiss you hard and deep. Unlike the kisses shared before, this one is of total domination where he now is the taker instead of the giver. His hands cup your butt to lift you up, making you break the kiss.
“Uzair aapka haath…”Before you could complete the sentence, he bites your lower lip, hard.
“Maine tumhe bolne ki ijazat nahi di. Now shut up and be a good girl” Saying so he walks to the other side of the room turning around and dropping on the big armchair, with you still in his arms.
“Get up and strip for me” he says in a gruff voice that makes you immediately stand on your feet. Too shy to strip, you stay immobile for exactly 10 seconds before he pulls you to him, raising his head to bite your right nipple hard. You yelp in pain only for him to pull the barely covered tit between his teeth. You quickly pull the strings down, revealing you heavy breasts, your tits, your waist and ultimately your freshly bare womanhood. You weren't sure about the Brazilian wax Nafi had booked in your salon package but looking at the bewildered expressions on your husband's face, the pain was surely worth the reaction.
“Kisne chua tumhe yaha?” he asks, cupping your mound.
“Uzair, please….’” you moan, wanting him to touch you, kiss you, mark you. Instead he sits back, relaxed in the chair and spreads his legs.
‘“Turn around” he orders and you do so, the sight knocking the breath out of your lungs.
You were staring at your reflection in the mirror- freshly shaved, oiled, bare and sultry with a faint mark over your nipple. You see your husband's reflection stroking his massive cock behind you. You are in awe of the contradiction, turned on and wanton with need.
“Sit on me” he commands. You start turning towards him when his hands hold your hips in a bruising grip.
“Slide on me jaan but facing the mirror”
Oh god! Suddenly you were breathless. You were no stranger to being on top of your husband but watching your pussy descend on his cock made you feel hot and bothered.
Sensing your hesitation, Uzair pulls your back towards him, parting your legs with his knee and positioning you where he wanted you to be. You look at your reflection- your body crouched above his, your core just inches above his tip. Slowly you sit down on him, watching your pussy swallow his cock like a glove made to fit only him. Even then, he was a hard fit, stretching you incredibly to the point of making you hiss with pain.
The contrast of your creamy flushed soft curves against his hard tanned muscled body sends a shiver down your spine, the sight of your bodies fused together leaving you breathless.
“Move jaan” he commands but instead of waiting for you to move he starts pistoning his hips driving his cock deeper in you. Overwhelmed, you try to move away but his hands hold your hips in a tight grip. No escape.
You start bouncing on his cock, in short quick motions, making your eyes close to savor the delicious tension. A sharp slap on your mound jerks you to reality. Uzair moves forward, his teeth biting your ear while he whispers “Don't you dare close your eyes”
Saying so he guides your hips up and down on his cock, raising your hips high so that only the tip remains in and then proceeds to slide you down so hard that makes his balls slap against your inner thighs. You look at the mating of your bodies, while Uzair looks at you, registering your reaction. The hitching of your breath, the widening of your eyes, the o formed by your mouth acting as testament to the wildfire lit within you. Uzair moves his hips in a way that the next time your hips slap against his thighs, you see his cock bulge inside your stomach.
You are mesmerised by the sight while Uzair is turned on beyond rhyme and reason. Releasing your hips, he bunches your hair in his hand guiding you down on the floor. With your hands and knees on the floor and head held back by his hand in your hair, you look at your reflection- your ass spread out for him as he gets up and lines his cock against your weeping pussy. Without any preamble, he pounds into you in one deep hard stroke that has you yelling his name in a breathless incoherent manner. His hips give you no time to adjust as his cock spears into you in hard, deep and quick jabs that have you screaming for mercy and more at the same time.
‘Uzair, please….’ you moan, not knowing whether you are asking him to stop or go on. He bends down, his hand pulling your head further back to meet his hungry lips. Cupping your chin with his other hand, he breaks her kiss to smear the remaining lipstick, pressing hard on your lower lip.
His face is inches away from yours as he stares at you with hunger and quivering intensity. ‘Bohot roka hai maine apne aap ko. Ab aur nahi. Now look in the mirror and take it like a good girl’ saying this he moves your face to face the mirror, his hand fisting your hair tightly while his other hand spanks your ass hard enough to leave his handprints. His cock drives into your snug waiting pussy, setting a brutal rhythm that leaves you breathless, screaming for relief yet craving more for the onslaught. He moves his hips at a frantic pace, tilting occasionally to see his cock bulge into your lower abdomen. His hand moves from your butt to your clit, rubbing the sensitive bundle relentlessly. Your eyes are transfixed, unable to look away from your body jerking forward with each thrust while the man kneeling behind you looks at your reflection, never relaxing his pace. You are about to close your eyes when you feel his palm land on your mound, slapping your clit hard. You yelp, your legs threatening to give out but his hand holds you in position. Sweat beading, panting, your reflections look like mating in its raw form, just how nature intended it to be between a man and a woman.
His hand starts playing with your clit again as his cock furiously drives within your cunt, rubbing and teasing your g-spot. He grunts as your walls clamp down on him, holding his cock in tight lock while you gather your breath and thoughts for a second. The relief is short lived as he releases your hair and grips your waist with one hand making you sit upright on your knees while his fingers pinch your clit, tugging at the nerve bundle. The sensation of your clit being teased to the point of pain, along with his cock spearing upwards making a tell tale impression on your stomach makes your lower abdomen feel heavy, yet you are unable to topple over.
‘“Pinch your tits for me, hard!” he growls into your ears as your hands obey his command. You two look like an erotic painting of sorts, you on your knees naked, pinching your tits, him kneeling behind you, naked, his cock spearing into your shaved pussy, hand around your waist and other fingers toying with your clit. You pinch your nipple hard the same time as he tugs your clit while his cock stabs your g-spot. You feel electric current passing right from your hair strand to the tip of your toes. Eyes rolling, body convulsing hard against his steady frame, you feel your orgasm gushing out in uncontrollable fashion.
“OPEN. YOUR . EYES.” he growls and you somehow gather the strength to do so and see liquid gushing out of your body, spraying all over in front of you. Embarrassed, you try closing your legs but Uzair hits your clit hard, making more of that liquid spurt out in an uncontrollable manner, drenching his hand, your thighs and floor in front of you. Every cell in your body is energised yet you feel absolutely drained. You slump on the floor against the bed while his cock is still half impaled in you, hard. He removes your damp hair from your face. Too embarrassed to face him, you move your head away only for him to pull you back, lodging his cock deep in you. You moan, while he turns your head to kiss your temple and whispers
“Yeh tumne kya kiya Jaan?” he asks in wonder, as seeing your squirt has now altered his brain chemistry forever, leaving him craving for more.
“Uzair, I am sorry…”
He moves his hips in a slow circular motion, making your oversensitised inner walls spasm.
“Don't you dare say sorry. Do it for me again, let me taste you” He says and you look at him, his eyes glowing with conviction. He looks at his cock head impression on your lower stomach and suddenly lifts you up. You whimper at the loss of contact.
“Uzair, please nahi. Galti se hua tha ab phir se nahi hoga mujhse. Thakk gayi hu” you say panting while he simply replies “Hoga. Baar baar hoga aur har baar hoga” making your eyes widen in surprise.
He spreads you eagle on the bed, the lingerie bag at the corner of the room catching his eyes. He makes his way to it, and smirks when he sees another set of handcuffs and a small plastic leaf. Oh my god- Nafi actually got that vibrator for you. You wanted the earth to swallow you but your husband has a different plan. He makes his way to the bed just as you crawl back to escape him.
“Haath aage karo Y/n. Main dobara nahi bolunga” he says and you can't help but obey the command making it easy for him to handcuff you. You try to test its strength by pulling at it. The result has your wincing in pain while Uzair chuckles at your feeble attempt. How did he manage to break these into two!
He parts your legs, his fingers finding your drenched core. He pushes two fingers inside, making your head fall back. But instead of his usual ministrations, his long thick fingers delve deeper, hooking into the elastic of the contraceptive sponge that acted as a barrier between his sperm and your womb. You two look at each other, no words being exchanged. He scans your face for 10 seconds to gauge any signs of hesitation. He then proceeds to pull the drenched sponge out, throwing it across the room, landing with a plop.
The first time you both made love, the feel of his skin sliding in yours had you both addicted. Not relying on the pull out method, as you both were completely insatiable and mad with love/lust for each other, you decided to get a physical contraceptive to avoid unplanned surprises. Now with the barrier gone, you were well aware of his intentions and the realisation send a renewed wave of adrenaline surge across your body.
Uzair lifted your legs, hooking your knees on his shoulder as he bent down cupping your heavy breasts in his hands. His wide hands massaged your tender flesh in a feather soft, heavy and then bruising pattern making your breath hitch and eyes roll back.
“Socho kuch mahino mein yeh aur bhar jayenge Jaan” He says in a soft voice making your core tingle in anticipation. He flicks his thumbs across your tits in a breezy touch, bending down to lick each painfully erect nipple, one by one. He gives each tit a light kiss, moving up to place is mouth on yours while massaging the twin globes.
Fingers resting lightly on your tits, he whispers “Perfect! Socho jab yeh bhar jayenge tab main tumhe aise aaram dunga.” He kisses you with passion, this mouth sucking your tongue, mimicking the intimate act of sucking your sensitive peaks. His fingers and thumb pinch your tits, pulling, tugging and teasing. You feel helpless as you moan against the suction of his mouth, desperate for him to do the same to your tits.
You whimper again and again as he continues the onslaught. You finally turn your head, breaking the kiss and demand, “Please please please take them in your mouth”
Grinning, he whispers “Greedy girl” as he moves to your right boob, sucking your tit, pulling at it impossibly. His teeth bite down the already purple mark previously left by him. You thrash your head against the pillow, spread helpless, unable to move, your hands itching to touch him. He continues to devour your tits, switching in between. Just as he feels your breath hitching in a knowing pattern, he stops.
He unhooks your legs, maneuvering to rest your bent knees on either side of your breasts, moving down to core, leaving you completely exposed and at his mercy. Though already wet, he still spits on your opening, making you squirm. He inserts his two long fingers in your channel with ease. You close your eyes to savour the assault till you are rudely rattled by a strong vibration against your clit.
You jerk your head up to see Uzair teasing your clit with the flat leaf like massager. Oh god!
“Uzair, nahi please” you plead but he stuffs the vibrator in your mouth, lubricating it with your saliva. You start sucking at it, making your husband red with jealousy. He removes the vibrator and turns it at max speed. He crouches next to you, pulling your head sideways as he stuffs his angry red cock into your mouth. With his left hand guiding your head, swallowing the cock, his right hand moves to place the vibrator on your clit. Thumb holding the leaf against your nub, his long finger probes your opening, making you cry out with mouth full of his cock. You feel the quickening of your heartbeat, sweat forming a shiny sheet over your and his body, your saliva drooling sideways. You are close to the edge, possibly the strongest orgasm ever when he stops.
You yell in frustration while he moves down your body, placing vibrator on your tit, while his mouth starts sucking your nub, three fingers cruling into your channel rubbing your g-spot.
“Cum” he commands against your clit but the fear of squirting again is holding you back. Frustrated, Uzair slaps your vacant tit hard enough to send jolt through your body while his fingers scrap your g-spot in a relentless fashion. Unable to resist, you cum hard your body moving on its own accord, convulsing uncontrollably as your husband's arm has held you in place. You squirt endlessly unaware of the fact that your husband is reveling in the sight, tasting your release and lapping it as his newfound favorite drink.
Just as your body is coming down from the peak, his cock enters you in a fluid motion, balls slapping against your inner thighs. Even though bottomed out, Uzair still wants to go deeper. He raises your hips, going even deeper even though it was physically impossible. As his cock tip feels your cervix, he moves all the way out to slam in tearing through the tight sphincter that protected your womb from his seed. Once snugged in there, he cums, roaring, the sound of his release filling the room. The ropes of his release refuse to cease for a long time, making you cum again and passing out for god knows how long.
You wake up with his fingers scooping his seed, pushing it in. You smile at him, hands now free as you raise them to ask him to come hug you. He falls on you, his head laying flat against your heaving chest as he catches his breath. He lifts his head to look at you kissing your face all over. The switch from the mercliess dom to the sweet lover has your heart fluttering like a butterfly.
He kisses your lips, mumbling in between. “Tum aur main ek dusre ke liye hi bane hai. Tum mujhe pagal kar deti ho par sukoon bhi tumhare pass milta hai”
You decide it's time to bare your soul to him. Resting his head on your chest, your hands weave though his hair as you confess “Uzair, mujhe nahi pata agar main aapke layak hoon ya nahi. Lekin mujhe itna pata hai ke aap ke alawa mere dil, dimaag or jism pe kisi aur ka na koi haq tha, na hai aur na kabhi hoga. Aap ke saath sab sahi lagta hai, sab theek lagta hai. Accha lagta hai. I feel loved, cherished and even desired. I feel….beautiful’
He looks up at you, eyes widening with surprise and even anger.
“Kya matlab? Tum Khoobsurat ho….sabse badhke aur iss duniya mein sabse zyada khoobsurat. Surat aur seerat dono se. Allah ne chaha toh humari beti bhi tum jaisi hogi- sabse pyari, sabse khoobsurat.”
Your eyes fill with tears. Just as you are about to protest, he kisses you, turning your position as he lays on his back, placing you above him. His hands find your still quivering folds, as your breath hitches. You are surprised at his stamina and more turned on by your body's traitorous reaction.
He parts your legs with his knees, hand guiding his rock hard length in you. You whimper clawing at his shoulders.
“Rukiye, please”
But your pleas fall on deaf ears as he rams into you, making you cum while emptying himself in you. Still not satisfied, he proceeds to eat you out till you squirt all over his face and chest. You suspect your husband has turned into a squirt addict, not complaining though.
By the time he is through with you, you are unable to move an inch. So much so that when Yalina calls you for a girl's afternoon the next day, you are too tired to talk, leaving your husband to message her from your phone
“Unable to walk, talk or get up from the bed. Brb in a few days or a week”
You hide your face in shame as Yalina sends you an ‘Aye Aye Captain’ gif
About 2 days later, you are finally out of the house, walking hand in hand with your husband across the beach.
“Ammi ko beach se doobta sooraj dekhna accha lagta tha aur Abbu ko Ammi ke chehre ke ronak dekhke khushi hoti thi. Hum har mahine, ek baar toh yaha aate the. Paise kum the par yaadein tijori bharke hai”
You look at him bewildered. This was exactly how you thought your first date would be.
Uzair drags you to a spot by the rocks and shows you AUA carved in stone in wobbly handwriting.
“Yeh maine banaya tha jab main 9 saal ka tha. Bohot shararat karta tha” he chuckles.
“AUA matlab Ammi Uzair Abbu?” you ask him in a low whisper. He looks at you with glazed eyes, a small smile adorning his beautiful lips.
“Haan” He says and kisses your hand.
“Aapse Nafi ne kuch kaha tha kya?”
Puzzled he looks at you, as he has no idea what you were onto.
Unable to hold yourself back, you turn to him, hugging him tight. You were truly God's favorite child as all your dreams were turning into reality.
You tell him about the first date conversation, making him break out in a wide smile.
“Kaha tha na maine- Hum ek dusre ke liye hi bane hai”
“Aur hamesha ek dusre ke hi rahenge” You finish, moulding your body against it.
Truly with the right person everything falls into place, everything feels beautiful!
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This story is set in newly independent India. It started as a one-shot, but I gravely underestimated my interest in Devang's cuteness and now it's a 3-part miniseries (I hope it remains 3-part, which I sincerely am doubting after this part)
The pictures of Udaybir as Devang Chaturvedi are from this post of @cherryyelixir
Constructive criticism appreciated. This is not beta read, so if you guys find some typos/ errors, please feel free to correct me.
Warnings: Slow burn, crush at first sight, mutual pining, fluff, idiots in love, Devang being a literal cutie, flirting secret romance.
Devang did not want to leave her alone; he wanted to keep talking to her, but the voice seemed like it was Raghubir's, and he would definitely come searching for him if he did not go to him. He absolutely did not want that to happen. Well, it was because she and Raghubir were always at crossroads. Yet, Raghubir respected her and her attitude, and it did make Devang a little insecure to be honest. Raghubir was a prince, for god’s sake. Thus, the best was keeping them at a safe distance.
The next day, Devang was practising as he saw her move with a bag that seemed to be full of flour. She looked beautiful even then; she must look so pretty on casual walks. Wait, she had said she liked long walks with the right person, did she mean what he thought she meant? Oh no, he was an idiot, he lacked brains. What was he even thinking? She placed a complete opportunity in his hands, and he left? He should be punished, but he needed to talk to her now.
He left his stick and moved to the kitchen area.
“Kuch chahiye apko Devang ji?” (Do you need something Mr Devang?), she looked at him with her big, beautiful, dark eyes and he was spellbound.
“Aap- matlab, woh ki aap-” (You- I mean, that I, you-), why was he fumbling?
“Ji? Pani chahiye apko? Gala sukh raha hain?” (Yes? Do you want some water? Is your throat dry?), she smirked as she handed him a glass of water; their hands touched, and Devang turned red at that very moment. He took the glass and finished the whole glass of water in one go.
He took a deep breath and started“Ji mujhe ye khehna tha ki--”(I just wanted to say-)
“Bon, shon na maa, ja ektu kauke niye bazar theke ei jinis gulo ene de. Ke jane kothai beriye che tor Jamai babu. Ami ar pari na lok take niye.” (Sister, listen dear, you take someone along and go to the market and bring me a few things. I have no idea where your brother-in-law went. I don't know what to do with this man.)Monobeena had entered, talking in Bengali to her sister with a list in her hand.
“Hain didi, ami ne dichi”, (Okay didi, I will go and bring it) she answered her sister. “Didi, aka to ato jinis atne parbo na, kake niye jai?” (Didi, I will not be able to bring so many things alone. Who do I take?)
Monobeena looked and saw Devang still standing, holding the glass, now empty. Devang was a sweet, innocent boy, decent, too decent. He was no threat, he was responsible too, so she could let her sister go with him. “Devang ji aap thora chale jaiye mere behen ke sath. Waise bhi saman to aalogo ke liye hi hain.” (Mr Devang, go with my sister. Anyways, the things she is bringing are mainly for you all)
He? Would he go to the market with her? What? Yes? He would definitely go. He composed himself and said, “Ji. Zaaroor Bhabhi.” (Yes, sure). Monobeena was content hearing this. She left the kitchen to do some other work.
Devang looked at her; she was smiling at him. Oh, so this was her plan. Oh, how he liked it. She was so sharp. Here, he was fumbling, and she understood even his fumbles. He shyly lowered his eyes as he scratched his neck, “Chale?” (Let's go?)
“Hain, chaliye” (Yes, let's go.)
“Aapke peche” (Behind you)
“Sath chal rahe hain, to sath hi chalete hain?” (We are going together, right, so let's go side by side)
Devang smiled. He liked this about her so much that she was straightforward and confident. While it was becoming increasingly difficult for her not to look at him and squish his cheeks. He was so adorable. Before seeing him, she never knew even a grown man could be so cute.
They move side by side to the market. She selected fresh vegetables with so much accuracy, bargained, and made sure they had the freshest ones while he held on to the bags. This was so utterly domestic, and Devang’s heart fluttered. This was far from what we would call romantic, but there was something so intimate and comfortable about this mundane task that made this experience one of a kind.
After about an hour of grocery shopping, Devang saw a small kulfi stall.
“Ye apke liye.” (This is for you) Devang handed her a kulfi.
“Kulfi? Apko yaad tha? Mujhe laga shayad maine galti se kal apko sari baathein bangla mein bol diya hoga, isiliye aap bina kuch kahe chale gaye.” (Kulfi? You remembered? I thought, I might have spoken to you in Bangla yesterday by mistake. That's why you left with out saying anything)
She was openly teasing him now. His cheeks turned red; he deserved it. He was an idiot, “Ji yaad tha.” (I remembered)
She laughed, looking at his shyness. God, he was adorable. What would she even do to this man? Well, she could tease him more. His shy, boyish, crooked smile made her day.
As she was plotting to tease him some more, suddenly, it started raining. They had to run under the shade of a closed shop. The market quickly got empty as the people scattered to find shelter. There was a sound of thunder; she shivered a little and moved towards him. Devang moved in front of her, sheltering her from the rain. The drops of water gathered near her cheeks, her hair partially wet, stuck to her forehead. She looked like those paintings he had seen in museums. Devang, too, was partially wet.
The air around them seemed heavy. The proximity made her heart beat faster. She could even smell his cologne; her cheeks were slowly turning red. Oh, so she blushed too, Devang thought.
“Aap kafi gentleman type hain. Nice.” (You are quite the gentleman type. Nice)
“Ji, kosis karta hu.” (Well, I try.)
“Waise acha hain. Gentleman bane rahiye.” (Well, that is nice. Keep being a gentleman then), she muttered. Did she not want him to be gentlemanly? The question promptly came into Devang's mind.
Another thunder struck, and she moved closer to him, scared. He slowly moved his hand to hold hers, “Kuch nahi hoga, main hu na.” (Nothing will happen, I am right here) At this point, he was completely shielding her from the rain. His body was a shield between her and the calamities. The plans of teasing completely vanished from her mind, all melting in the close proximity of the two beating hearts, as she looked up at him with doe eyes, “Aapko daar nahi lagta?” (Do you not feel scared?)
“Lagta hain na. Per toofan se, nahi aapse.” (I do. But not from the storm but from you?)
“Mujhse? Maine kya kiya?”, (From me? What did I do?) her voice was trembling a bit. It was so unlike her.
Devang moved his hand to her soft cheeks, softly moving his knuckles against them. Her confident self slowly turning shy, “Aapki baatein, aapki ye hasi, aur aapki ye aakhein. Daar lagta hain mujhe, kahi pyaar hogaya to?” (The way you speak, the way you smile, your eyes. I am scared, what if I fall in love with you?)
“Kya apko main pasand hu?” (Do you like me?), she asked. She knew the answer, but she wanted to be sure. She wanted no confusion between them.
“Is baat ka jawab to aapko pata hain. Varna mera awaz kisike samne ladkharata thori hain? Woh to mujhe kuch baatein der se samajh aayi. Sab apki tarha samajhdar nahi hote hain na. Per hain ab apke sath waqt guzaruga to samajh jaunga. Samjhayengi na aap mujhe? Pyaar se?” (You know the answer to this. Or else, why would my voice stutter in front of you? I know, I took time to understand a few things. Well, not everyone is as sharp as you are. But now that I will spend more time with you, I will become sharper. You will make me right? With love?). He whispered near her ear, his hand still holding her.
Oh no. He was flirting. She had never considered this possibility. She was confident and happy, teasing him, the fact that Devang would come back with a retort never crossed her mind. She had not even imagined that Devang, the shy, calm man, would be so teasing. He even suggested he liked her. She had nothing to say. All the sarcasm, witty remarks, and teasing had gone down the drain (average woman for her pasandida mard). It was clear that Devang had had his fill of being teased, and now it was her turn, and it seemed he was enjoying it way too much.
The rain stopped, and they stepped out. Walking side by side, with the things in hand.
“Waise kulfi bhi khali, baatein ki Karli, aur long walk woh to chal hi raha hain. Mujhe dhalte suraj ko dekhna pasand hain. Aj shaam talab ke pass wale peir ke neeche baithke shaam hote dekhe?” (Well, we have had kulfi, had long conversations, and the long walk too is going on. I like watching sunsets. So, how about we watch the sun set over the lake, this evening?)
