कुछ ना कहो, कुछ भी ना कहो,

क्या कहना है? क्या सुनना है?

मुझको पता है, तुझको पता है,

समय का यह पल,

थम सा गया है,

और इस पल में, कोई नहीं है,

बस एक तुम हो,

बस एक मैं हूं।

Author's POV.

She hesitated.

But spoke in a low voice,

"Abhi."

He felt his heart fluttering.

Something unknown in his emotions.

No one has ever called his name so sweetly, to be precise his nickname.

"You will call me that, when we're alone, okay?".

She looked into his eyes with denial but he spoke again, against her lips.

"You will. And that'll be a gift to me from your side on our wedding."

She closed her eyes, gulping silently and he kissed her on her forehead.

They were silent.

For minutes.

Which he broke by speaking,

"Are you expecting something on our wedding night from me?".

She found herself confused and shook her head after seconds.

"Nothing?", he asked again.

She nodded but asked him in a low voice,

"Are you?".

He smirked and asked,

"What do you think will I expect from you on our wedding night?".

Her sister-in-law's words. Give him what every bride gives her husband.

"What every bride gives her husband? You want that too?".

He bit his lower lip sensually and traced his thumb over her lips.

He nodded his head slowly.

"You can... Have it," she replied, still confused, waiting for her husband's action to confirm what exactly her sister-in-law was talking about.

He inhaled sharply and hovered over her slightly.

"Will you be comfortable? I mean.. there's no hurry for me."

She nodded her head, trusting her husband.

She felt his fingers tracing her cheeks and then towards her neck.

She shivered feeling his touch.

But she had seen her brother touching her bhabhi's neck sometimes, so she knew that husband's can touch their wives neck, waist and even trace their lips there.

He pulled aside her blouse from her shoulder after removing the safety pin and kissed on her shoulder which made her stomach feel an awkward and weird knot.

He cupped her cheeks and placed his lips upon her.

Pecking on it once and then looking into her eyes.

She was looking down.

He placed his lips again over her lips and this time kissed her warmly.

Passionately sucking her lips.

Biting it slowly and she felt weird.

Down there.

She placed her palm on his chest and clenched her fingers upon his kurta.

He held her hand which was clenching his kurta and caressed it lightly.

He bit his earlobe and kissed below her lobe.

He whispered,

"Kuch ho raha hai?".

She nodded her head, timidly.

"Kya?".

He licked her lobe and caressed her cheek with his thumb.

"Ajeeb.. mehsus.. ho raha."

He licked his lips hearing her words and asked her in a very low sensual voice,

"Kidhar."

She stayed quite.

Feeling timid.

What should she tell him now?

Will he understand?

"Where?", his voice deep.

She gulped, stayed silent.

He slowly traced his hands down from her stomach towards her womanhood and cupped lightly between her thighs.

"Here?".

As soon as she felt his hands there, she almost jumped from her place.

"Here?", he asked again.

Why is he holding me there?

Doesn't he feel awkward holding it?

She held his wrist and slowly removed his hand from there.

"I asked you something."

She didn't wanted to turn him angry so she nodded her head.

"Let me see," he said and her eyes became wide.

He noticed her reaction, sensing something wrong.

He spoke in a low voice again,

"Nahi dekhne dogi Hume?".

She shook her head immediately.

"Hum pati hai na tumhare, hamara toh haq hai na, babu humari?".

She felt shocked.

Her husband.. he can see her there?

Really?

She gulped. And he noticed.

"Tumhe pata hai na hum kya karne Wale hai?".

He asked to confirm the arising doubts in his mind.

She replied timidly,

"What every husband does to his wife."

He smiled by his eyes and asked,

"And what does a husband do to his wife?".

She remained silent. Her lips zipped into a thin line.

He understood.

He cupped her cheeks and spoke,

"I understand you. You should have directly asked me na, babu."

She felt his words.

She should have asked directly.

She should have cleared her confusion.

She nodded her head.

He tried to ask her a few basic questions.

"Do you..know how babies are produced?".

Her brows thinned and she replied timidly,

"They are.. produced..after marriage."

He nodded his head and asked more clearly,

"But how?"

She placed her palm on his chest and replied,

"Through," she gulped, "Through.. there.." while looking towards her core.

She licked her lips.

He nodded his head.

"But.. how are they produced? The process?".

"It pains..in the stomach..and-", he cut her off and asked seriously while holding her womb by his hand,

"How do babies go in there?".

She bit her lower lip, shaking her head lightly, very slowly,

"God..sends..them."

He huffed.

"I got a innocent wife for myself."

Her brows still thinned and she fisted her fingers on his kurta.

"Why?".

He shook his head slowly and replied,.

"I'll tell you later."

She wanted to know, still nodded her head.

He felt something else. How will he tell her everything?

How will she react?

He didn't wanted to force her and ruin her innocence.

He had started feeling for her and wanted to be as gentle as possible with her.

He caressed her hairs lovingly and muttered,

"You should sleep now, you've to wake up early tomorrow, right?".

She nodded her head.

Placing her head on his chest, she soon drifted to her sleep after few minutes of him, caressing her hairs.

***

She woke up after hearing a knock on their door.

He was still sleeping.

She covered him properly with the blanket and stood up slowly from the bed.

Correcting her saree properly, she opened the door slightly.

Welcomed by her sister-in-law, Sunaina.

"You aren't ready yet? Today is your first rasoi."

She forgot, she had almost forgot.

She nodded her head and replied in a very low voice,

"I'll get ready within ten minutes."

Sunaina nodded and left from there.

She closed the door behind her and ran to take out her clothes from the cupboard.

A simple blue saree.

But her washroom was outside from her room.

How will she go out?

What if someone would be present there?

She saw her husband's sleeping face and moved towards him.

Sitting beside him on the edge of the bed, she noticed his features.

Thick eyelashes.

Beardy cheeks.

Handsome face.

A mole just beside his left eye.

She couldn't resist from feathering her fingers over his cheek.

But as soon as he felt her touch, he opened his eyes and she flinched back .

He sat up rubbing his eyes and asked,

"Kya hua, koi baat hai?".

She shook her head.

He uncovered his body and stood up from the bed.

"Kapre nikaal do humare liye, warna der hojaegi Hume."

She nodded her head.

But she remembered Sunaina's words again and interrupted him.

"Suniye."

He stopped on his way and turned to look at her.

"Ji."

He replied.

"It's my.. first rasoi... I've to get ready.. within ten minutes."

He nodded his head and replied,

"Aap naha lijiye pehle."

She hesitantly spoke,

"I'm.. Bathroom.. someone..outside," she stuttered.

He understood her and muttered,

"Come with me."

He moved outside and she followed behind him after pulling her veil down h

er face.

Fortunately, no one was present outside and she moved inside the bathroom immediately.

Finishing her morning business and taking a quick bath, she moved towards her own room to comb her hairs and wear jewelleries.

She opened the door only to find her Didi and Maa ji standing inside their room and talking something.