"Ahhha.."
And finally she let go the breathe which was held for a long time.
She had no other energy left in her as all her body muscles shook making her to reach the final climax. Soon her body relaxed but the muscles around his member were still constricting in a regular rapid rhythm.
It's ecstasy.It's heaven.
True that, it gives you the feel of a part of heaven.
Soon she heard him moaning hard too. And he too climaxed inside her.. just after she did.
She smiled at him as he fell on top of her. As soon as he regained his breath he rolled his back on bed, freeing her from his heavy weight.
"Oh Tarika, you are hard to please." Abhijeet complained.
"But you have never failed to please me yet." Tarika said.
Abhijeet shook his head in disapprovement. and looked away.
"Aahh.."
Tarika moaned again but not a happy one this time. Abhijeet looked at her with a jerk and find her holding her head.
"Damn.. not again." Tarika crushed her headache.
"Kya hua Tarika?" Abhijeet asked sitting up on bed, covering themselves with blanket.
"Kuch nahi."
"Arey! saf saf dikh eaha hai ki tumhee taklif ho raha hai.. dard ho raha hai sar me?" he pressed her head.
'Bloody no. Please God No.. I hate it. and whats this? Its even more intense then last time.' She thought on mind
"Batao na Tarika " said Abhijeet.
'You shut up.' she scolded Abhijeet on mind.
"I am fine.." she tried to sit up.
"Tum leti raho. Mai mai med lekar ataa hu."
"I am fine abhijeet. Ku kar rahe ho tension?"
"Tumhe etna headache ku hota hai."
"Maine bola kya headache hai mujhee?" She didn't want him to know about this special type of headache.
"Dikh toh raha hai mujhe.."
"You shut up and come here?"
She held Abhijeet by neck and pulled him down on her. Next, she kissed him hard in an attempt to divert his mind and her too.
But a strong throbbing pain shook her and she ended up biting his lower lip hard.
"AHM..." Abhijeet broke the kiss, "What!"
Tarika averted her gaze from him. It was almost impossible to hide things from him.
Abhijeet first supported himself on his elbows and then gently moved from over her. Wearing his boxers, he sat up, concerned.
"Tarika," he ran his fingers over her head, "bahot dard ho Raha hai?"
She shook her head.
"Tum jaanti ho ki mujhe zyaada Nahi pata medical problems Ka -"
"Koi problem Nahi hai Abhijeet," her voice was taut.
It was hard for her to talk with this excruciating pain.
Abhijeet shook his head disapprovingly and got out of bed in a rush. Tarika's eyes followed his movement as he walked out of the room.
"aah," another moan escaped her with yet another pang of pain.
Closing her eyes, she massaged her temples.
After a while, she felt a familiar touch against her forehead. The air smelt of balm as he rubbed her forehead.
"Pain killer?"
Tarika shook her head slowly, her eyes still closed.
She heard Abhijeet pour water into a glass. He then held her by her shoulders and made her sit up.
"Abhijeet mein theek Hu..."
But her protest fell on deaf ears.
"Paani toh pi lo."
He made her have water and then kissed the top of her head. Before he could move, she wrapped her arms around his hips and leaned on him, making him forget what he was going to do next.
Uff, wasn't she so adorable?
Abhijeet ruffled her hair, his fingers venturing deep into her curls.
They stayed like that for a while, completed in each other's presence.
*TRING!!!*
The sudden, uninvited sound of her landline irked both of them equally.
She let go of him, almost reluctantly, her fingers slowly brushing past him even after she had turned towards the phone.
"Hello?" She answered, "Ji... Haan sir...okay...ji... Wo Mera phone - battery... Battery dead ho gayi hogi sir... A-abhijeet Ka phone kyu Bandh hai? P-pata Nahi sir... Okay... Okay sir... Mein unko inform Karti Hu... Ji...yes sir."
Abhijeet raised his eyebrows, asking her if it was urgent enough to make them have to head to the bureau. She nodded.
"Murder hua hai. Jaana padega... ACP sir Ka phone tha."
Frustrated, Abhijeet threw on his shirt.
"Kuch fursat hi Nahi hai Yaar," he muttered.
Tarika smiled at his kiddishness.
"Tum bad mei ajana thoda.. aram karlo thodi der " He said in an uncertain voice knowing perfectly well she would deny.
"I am fi-"
He didn't even bother to listen and started to put on his jeans rolling his eyes.
Tarika smiled again. As Abhijeet was sitting on bed wearing his socks and Tarika was facing his back. she pulled herself close to him and hugged him from behind.
"Agar mai late gai toh tum mujhe miss karoge."
"Otna bhi nahi.. knowing u have proper reasons "
"Hmm.. but then ho sakta hai forensic ko field mei jana pade and Salunke sir.."
"Yaar tum subha subha mood ku kharap karti rehti ho!" he stood up
Tarika felt a little relaxed. The pain was getting a little numb.. but she knew it would last the day.. she experienced the same last time too.
He bent down and kissed her lips gently.
"Dard kam ho jaiga.. meds liya hai na.. aram se ready hoke ao.. mai chalta hu.. ghar jakar dress bhi change karna hai."
Tarika waved her hands at him, not having the energy to talk back.
Abhijeet smiled while leaving the room. He knew, as soon as he'd be out of the room she would fall on bed again... just for a little time though. She found it hard to leave the bed at times.
Tarika too got ready after sometimes, avoiding her pain. While getting ready she prepared herself to be nagged by Abhijeet about the source of her headache.
Argh! He could be so stubborn sometimes.
Tarika reached the crime spot with Dr Salunke after they had been called. At first she didn't see him around so she thought he's late. But then he came out from the bungalow to garden Where forensic team was looking for evidence. He was talking to a servant. His dress's changed, hair neatly arranged. Who would say he was with her in bed just an hour ago!
He's eye rested on her, just for a second before he again started to talk with the servant.
Tarika started her work too.
"Tarika," Abhijeet approached towards her, "Tum ander room ka evidence le lo.. yaha ka salunke sir dekh lenge... yaha dhoop hai bohot.. tumhara headache bar jaiga."
"Abhijeet, its fine. Don't make a scene over here" Tarika whispered.
Abhijeet walked away from her dismissing the conversation for then.
Tarika started doing her job. She saw around and none was close to her. Her pain was increasing. She held her head and made a low shuffle. She didn't know that Abhijeet was keeping an eye on her. He came to her seeing her condition.
"Tarika"
She wasn't prepared for his call now. She cursed herself in mind for thinking that he wasn't watching her!
"Kaha tha na yaha bohot dhoop hai! Dekha phir se sar dard kar raha hai tumhara.."
"Abhijeet.. dheere bolo na.. koi sun lega"
"Haan toh sunne do.."
Dr. Salunkhe came with "kya sunne dena chahiye hame vai?"
"Kuch nahi sir.." Tarika replied.
Tarika looked at Abhijeet with stern look but Abhijeet totally ignored that.
"Tarika ko sar mein dard hai.. aur madam hai ki kuch bol hi nahi rahe.." Abhijeet told Dr. Salunkhe teasing Tarika.
"Tarika beta tumne bataya nahi mujhe! Achanak sar dard kyon ho raha hai?" Salunkhe asked her in concern.
"Shoot me now!" Tarika murmured under her breathe.
"Kya?" asked Salunke.
"Kuch nahi sir.. mamuli sa sar dard hai."
"Mamuli sa hai toh medicine lene se ku nahi gaya?" Abhijeet asked angrily.
"Acha! Kahi stress ke waja se toh nahi?" Salunke asked
"Toh phir apke waja se hi hua hoga... etna kam jo karwate hai." said Abhijeet.
"Lo, ab mera kasur. Tum dete ho ise stress. samjhe."
"Mai! Mai deta hu stress inhe?"
"Or nahi toh! Jab dekho tumhe lekar pareshan rehti hai."
"Mai.. ap kehna kya chahte hai!"
"Ap dono chup kijiye please." Tarika interfered.
"Nahi nai.. bolne do nna inhe.. aj toh faisala hokar rahega."
"Tarika.. jao tum yaha se.. mai kar lunga yaha ka kam.. orna ye mahashay kahi mujhe hi na dal de jail me." Said salunke, getting angry.
"Kya sir aap! Ku bacho ke tarah behave kar rahe hai?"
"Nahi Tarika tum jao.. rest karoo." Abhijeet said.
"Haan Jaiye Tarika ji." Dr salunke mocked Abhijeet.
"Please chup hho jaiye.. ap dono ne mera sar ka dard or bhi bada diya. Ja rahi hu mai.. but please ladiye maat."
Tarika left, angry.
"Arey Tarika... damn! apke waja se gai gussa hokar mujhse wo." said Abhijeet.
"Huh!" Salunke too left without bothering to answer him.
Sachin called Abhijeet. So he loved near the dead body.
Sometimes later Abhijeet called Tarika
"Kaha ho?"
"Jeep mei."
Abhijeet cut the call and rushed to the jeep.
He found her on passenger seat resting her head on head rest.
"Tarika." He called her softly opening the door.
Tarika proceeded to come out.
"Nah, sit."
Abhijeet closed the gate of her side and moved to the driver seat. He got in and touched her forehead.
"Ab better hai."
Tarika nodded.
"Tum sath hote ho toh mai hamesha usual se better hoti hu." she smiled.
Abhijeet chuckled at her confession.
"Good to hear... matlab mujhe apke sath rehne ko bol rahi hai aap."
"Sayad."
Abhijeet kissed her forehead.
"Mai Sachin ko bolu tumhe ghar chod ai?"
"Its okay.. sath me hi chalte hai. tumlog kam khatam kar lo."
"Hmm.. Tarika, batao na."
"Kya?"
"The source of your headache."
"Abhijeet.."
"Nahi Tarika last two time it happened too... after, after we had made love."
Oh! He noticed then. Of course he did. He's Sr Inspector Abhijeet after all.
"Nahi..aisa kuch nahi hai.. waise bhi hota hai headache mujhe.." Tarika lied.
Abhijeet let out a sigh with, "ab mujhse jhuth bhi bologe tum.."
Tarika hid her eyes. "Nahi Abhijeet..."
"Shhh..ab baas sach bolna.. kya huya hai..haan?"
"Wo..wo.." Abhijeet was looking at her for an answer.
"It's called sex headache."
"WHAT!?" Abhijeet nearly screamed out of shock, "Aisa bhi koi headache hota hai kya?
"Hota hai..tabhi toh mujhe ho rahi hai.. baas raat hone tak thik bhi ho jayega..don't worry.."
"Areh magar aise kaise! Pehle toh aisa kabhi nahi hota tha"
"Mujhe bhi samajh nahi araha achanak aisa kyon ho raha hai.."
"Tum toh khud doctor ho na! Phir tumhe kaise nahi pata.."
"Abhijeet this sex headache is rare. 1% logo ko hote hai... aur reasons bhi sabke different hote hai.. mujhe kyon ho raha hai mujhe samajh nahi araha!"
He let out a breath and asked her, "So if we make love, you'll have headache again?"
"I don't know.
"tch!" Abhijeet looked both upset and annoyed, "aur tum mujhe abhi bata rahi ho! Itna puchne ke baad."
Tarika kept her palm over Abhijeet's clenched fist.
"Abhijeet.. wo mein..."
"Rehne doh," his voice rough, he looked away from her, "ab aur bahane mat banao!"
She sighed, her headache making its presence more felt. Subconsciously, she rubbed her temples. Abhijeet saw this from the corner of his eyes.
"Kitni taklif ho rahi hai tumhe," he spoke in a soft helpless tone "batana Chahiye tha na... Khair chhodo... Hum... Hum Kisi specialist ke paas jayenge."
Before Tarika could respond, they heard an old male voice from outside the car.
"ahem," the old doctor cleared his throat.
"Sir! A-a-aap kab aayein?" Tarika was petrified.
"Jab ye... Abhijeet Bhai Sahab specialist ki baat Kar rahe the," he mocked and then spoke to Abhijeet, "mamuli sa sarr dard hai...theek ho jayegi thodi Der mein wo."
'Thank goodness!' Tarika thought, 'he didn't hear anything about sex headache.'
"Mamuli sa sarr dard Nahi hai sir."
"Kya! Kya Matlab hai tumhara?"
Tarika rolled her eyes. But it was in vain. Abhijeet didn't even look at her.
"Sir wo love -"
Tarika coughed to get his attention.
"Hain !" Dr. Salunkhe looked like he had caught them having sex, "Love?"
"Haan... L-love... Love Matlab pyaar... Sir aapko... Aapko Tarika ji se pyaar se kaam karwana Chahiye... Dard Nahi Hoga phir unhe."
"dekhiye BhaiSahab... Mein sirf ye batana Aaya tha ki primary analysis Kar liya hai. Ab mein lab jaa Raha hu autopsy Karne. Baaki Ka evidence tum collect Kar Lena Tarika."
"Ji sir."
He turned around to leave while muttering 'pyaar se kaam karwana chahiye !' under his breath.
"Acha hua Chala gaya."
Tarika hit his arm.
"Tum abhi phasa dete hum dono ko."
"Baatein wo humari sune aur tum daanto mujhe."
"Unki girlfriend daantein unhe," she spoke barely above a whisper.
Hearing her, a smile settled on his face. This woman could make him smile wherever, whenever.
Daya joined them.
"Bohot khub.. ham log dhup mei waha kam kare or ap log gari ke andar romance kare!"
"Arey romance kaha kar raha hu! Wo.. Tarika ji ke.."
"Abhijeet tum na rehnehi do.." said Daya.
"Tujhe kya kam hai bol."
"Deepak ke office jana hai.. kripya meri gari mere hawale kare..."
Abhirika got down.
"Mai evidence check kar leti hu.." Tarika said.
"Mai bhi ata hu.."
"Abhijeet tum mere sath chal rahe ho.." said Daya, "ACP sir ka order hai." he added.
"Abhijeet, I am fine. Please jao tum. Ham bad mei bat karte hai."
Abhijeet nodded reluctantly.
Tarika left.
"Chal ab." Abhijeet scolded Daya.
"Mujhe ku dat rahe ho boss! Maine nahi kaha ACP sir ko Tumhe mere sath bhejne ko. or ye Tarika ji ko kya hua hai tumhare?"
"Headache.. ab chal."
Abhijeet got in.
At night Tarika got a call from Abhijeet when she was about to sleep.
"So gai thi?"
"Nahi.. abhi sone wali thi. abhi bhi bureau mei ho?"
"Haan.. kam hai ki khatam hi nahi hota.. tumhara sar dard gaya?"
"Haan.."
"Sach na?"
"Haan baba.. sach."
"Acha thik hai phir so jao. Kal milte hai. Good night."
"Night."
They cut the call.
Tarika lied down switching off the light.
: Next morning:
Tarika got ready and made breakfast for her. She was feeling fresh and fine. She was about to sit for breakfast when she heard the door bell. She opened the door to find Abhijeet there standing with a smile.
"Tum..!"
"Kyon main nahi asakta?" Abhijeet said entering inside.
Tarika locked the behind him with "nahi..wo bataya bhi nahi.."
"Tumhe lene agaya..waise ab kaisi ho?"
"Absolutely fine." Tarika said hugging him from behind keeping her head on his back.
Abhijeet smiled at her gesture. He always loves when Tarika hugs him from behind.
"Nashta toh nahi kiya hoga na tumne?" Tarika asked still hugging him.
"Unhu.. tumhare sath karunga na.."
"Toh phir chalo..otherwise we'll get late."
They had their breakfast and left in Abhijeet's car. Abhijeet was driving the car. Tarika noticed that he took a different route.
"Abhijeet iss raste se kyon? Koi case hai kya?"
"Haan case toh hai.. tumhara case.."
"MERA?! Matlab?"
"Matlab hum pehle specialist k pass ja rahe hai.. phir bureau jayenge.. "
"Unhu Abhijeet! Specialist k koi jarurat nahi hai.. gari ghumaw abhi ke abhi.." Tarika was shocked at his revelation of going to a specialist. She wasn't feeling comfortable with the idea.
"Abhijeet.."
"Mai nahi suunga tumhara kuch bhi."
"Arey baba suno toh sahi..."
Abhijeet stopped the car.
"Bolo.."
"Its not necessary..."
"Acha!"
"Hamesha kaha hota hai.. kabhi kabhi.."
"Last two time hua.. or kal third time."
"But usse pehle toh rare tha na.. I mean.."
"Matlab, pehle bhi hua hai tumhee?" asked Abhijeet.. then he remembered, "damn! how could it missed my eyes. Yes, you had."
"Etna pareshan mat ho na tum... Bus ek bar hua tha.. that's too months ago."
"Phir ab ho raha hai na.. toh chalte hai.."
"Its embarrassing. samajhte ku nahi ho.."
"Arey! acha, mai bahar hi bethunga.."
"Argghh.. no means no.. mujhe observe karne do thoda. If i need a doctor I will tell you. okay?"
"Par.."
"Please."
"Fine."
Abhijeet said and started his car towards the bureau.
"Gussa mat karoo na... please."
Abhijeet kept quite.
"Aise gussa karoge toh accident ho jaiga hamara." said Tarika, pouting.
"Hein!" Abhijeet got confused.
"Haan.. coz u look cute when u r angry.."
"Hush.. toh?"
"Toh i can't resist cute Abhi na.."
"Acha! Toh???" he smirked.
"Tohhhh.." she moved near his neck, "Toh.. tum jante ho..."
"Nahi.."
"Nahi???. hmm... toh.." she bite his ear.
"Ouch, Tarika..." he complained.
"Concentrate on driving."
"Will see you."
Tarika smirked looking away, outside the window.
The day was busy for both if them. And so that the following few days too. Finally the team got a comparatively less busy evening. Abhijeet got a call from Tarika at 7.00 pm
"Kaha ho?" she directly asked.
"Bureau."
"Kya kar rahe ho?"
"Kam."
"Bohot busy ho kya?"
"Ku?"
"Nahi.. bus short short answer de rahe ho. ya phir koi hai aspas?"
"Haan.."
"Kya haan? Busy ho ya koi aspas hai?"
"Tch.. kam kar raha hu toh busy hi hounga na. kya tum bhi.."
"acha acha Bhadko mat."
"Daya hai.."
"Oh acha.."
"Bad mei phone karta hu."
"Areyy nahi boss tum karlo bat.." said Daya loud enough for Tarika to hear.
"Acha thik hai karlo kam.. but kabtaq free hoge?"
"around 9.00."
"You are invited for dinner."
"Tarika.."
"Nope.. you can't deny. I will wait for you. Ab kam karo. Bye."
she cut the call.
"Ta-"
He too cut the call.
"Bhabi je ne kahne pe bolaya hai?" Daya teased.
"Tu thoda chup rahe na."
"Kya bat hai.. weisey toh bohott khush hote ho aise invitation milne par.. aj kya hua?" Daya asked suspiciously.
"KUCH nahi hua.. ap meherbani karke kam khatam kar le?"
Daya shrugged.
They continued to do their work.
Almost everyone in the bureau had left but Daya and Abhijeet were still working. Daya looked at the clock discreetly. It was fifteen minutes past nine.
He was sure that he had heard an invitation for 9pm. Abhijeet was seldom late except during times of urgent field work.
But this time, he showed absolutely no signs of getting up.
"9.15 ho Gayein Hain boss," Daya slid in the comment casually.
He expected Abhijeet to panic, get up and then make some excuse to leave. But he just gave a curt nod.
"Boss," Daya yawned, suppressing an elvish grin, "mein bahot thak Gaya Hu. Baaki kaam kal kartein Hain."
"Theek hai. Tu jaa. Mein Bhi nikalta Hu."
Daya left, hoping not to be dragged into this lovers' strife.
Abhijeet checked his phone.
No missed calls from her. Maybe it was okay not to go.
But then again, she would have prepared everything just for him. How could he deny her?
Exactly.
How could he deny her when she would lean in for kiss... And then for a few more kisses... And then...
Aaargh!
A few minutes later, he left for her home. Somewhere, he was still unsure about his decision to go and meet her.
'how would I control myself damn it!' he thought.
*Tarika's house*
"Aa Gaye tum?" Tarika was not surprised at his being late.
"Wo mein... Kaam... Tumne... Tumhara phone Bhi -"
Tarika smiled and stepped close to him.
"Tumhe toh aana hi tha."
She then wrapped her arms around her neck and gently touched her lips against his.
Abhijeet's hands went around her waist in a flow, as he pressed his lips against hers.
After some moments they separated for air. Tarika again leaned in when Abhijeet stopped her.
"Dinner... dinner Kar letein Hain."
Tarika nodded, slightly disappointed.
As they had dinner, Tarika tried to strike a conversation many times but Abhijeet barely responded.
"Abhijeet, mujhe aise avoid mat Karo... Please..."
Abhijeet looked up from his plate for the first time. The pain in her eyes, didn't go unnoticed by him.
"Naraaz ho mujhse?"
"Nahi... main kyon naraz hone lagi tumse!"
"Nahi..hona toh chahiye na.."
"Hmm..hona toh chahiye! Accha toh hoon main naraz"
"Unhu Tarika! Bolo na yaar..sach mein naraz ho?"
"Thora sa.. kyon ki tum mujhe avoid kiye ja rahe ho.."
Abhijeet hid his eyes from her. Because he knew she was right.
"Hua kya hai tume?" Tarika asked.
"Kuch nahi.. khana bohot acha bana hai btw." Abhijeet tried to divert her mind.
"Kab acha nahi banta ye batao." Tarika rolled her eyes.
"Hmm, ye bhi hai.." Abhijeet smiled.
He kept eating and Tarika watched him with a huffed expression.
"Ho gaya khana?" she asked once he was done.
"Haan. Arey tumne toh khaya hi nahi thik se."
"Huh!" Tarika pouted.
"Arey khao na.. sorry, I was hungry.. toh.."
"Me too.. but for something else." Tarika said seductively.
Abhijeet looked away sighing.
Tarika stood up and came near Abhijeet.
"Mujhe bhi khana hai."
"Toh khao na." Abhijeet said relactantly.
She sat on his lap.
"Tum khilao." she wrapped her hands around his neck.
Abhijeet's one hand reached her waist but he didn't look at her. His other hand was about to grab the spoon when Tarika held that and put that hand around her waist too.
He still didn't look at her. She keenly observed the minute details of his face.
"Dekh bhi nahi rahe ho mere taraf." She complained in a whisper.
He responded to her complain.
"Etna ku pareshan ho tum?" Asked tarika, touching his check.
"Pareshan nahi hu." He said locking her curls behind her ear, "Tum kha lo na."
"Nahi, mera ho gaya. Ab bhuk nahi hai."
"Sorry. Mere waja se tumhara dinner time late ho gaya n tumhara bhuk chala gaya."
"Tum please sorry mat bola karo mujhe aise.." said Tarika.
Abhijeet nodded, gulping as he saw Tarika reaching for his lips.
"Tarika.." he tried to move but it was too late.
He didn't want to be rude so he kissed her back.
Abhijeet was smooth... Intense even. But Tarika noticed some sort of reluctance... A lingering hesitation.
She pulled away and cupped his face, putting her own disappointment aside with a sigh.
"Ab Bhi bologe ki kuch pareshaani Nahi hai?"
Abhijeet took a deep breath.
"Tarika..."
"Pareshaani dosto se baati jaati hai Abhijeet," she said softly, removing her hands from his face, "aap mujhe... Aise... Paraya mat kijiye."
"Tarika please... Tum aise - aise mat bolo... Mein Nahi sunn paunga."
"Aap Sunn Nahi paa rahein... Mein din Bhar kaise seh rahi thi... Socha hai Aapne?"
Her tone was still soft. The way she tried to downplay her sorrow, somehow intensified it in his mind.
"Mein kya karta Tarika... Mein samajh hi Nahi paa Raha tha ki kya bolu... Kaise bolu."
"Magar aise baat hi Na Karna koi solution Nahi hai na..."
He nodded, looking away.
"Meine padha Uske baare mein internet pe."
"Kiske baare mein?"
"Wahi... Sex headache."
"Tum abhi Bhi wahi Soch rahe ho!"
"Kaise Nahi Sochta... Tumhari pareshaani Matlab Meri pareshaani."
Tarika smiled slightly hearing this. She then moved towards him coyly and kissed his cheek, keeping her palm on his chest.
"Arrey Yaar mein Yaha pareshan Hu aur tum -"
"Tumhe pareshaan hone ki koi zaroorat Nahi hai."
"aise kaise zaroorat Nahi hai," he separated Her, irked, "meine padha tha complications ke baare mein - ho Sakta hai -"
"Offo Abhijeet! Aise toh mamuli se zukam Ka Bhi koi underlying problem ho."
"Arrey magar Tarika... Tumhe aise... I mean itne saalo baad achanak... Hum doctor ko dikhayenge toh wo..."
"Mujhe Nahi Karni doctor se baat."
"Mein Kar lunga."
"Achaaa," she taunted, "mujhse toh theek se Nahi Kar paate baat... Badey Aaye doctor se baat Karne!"
Abhijeet pouted, looking at her from the corner of her eyes.
"Mein khud doctor Hu na... Thode din observe karenge. Agar kuch gadbad lagi toh chaley jayenge doctor ke paas."
"Aur," she added in a seductive tone, "observe Karne Ka toh ek hi tareeka hai."
Abhijeet gulped.
"Tarika tum aise karogi toh mein khud ko rok Nahi paunga."
"Then don't," she pressed herself on him.
"Nahi Tarika.. Phirse tumhe tumhe headache hoga... Please. I can't see you in pain.. wo bhi mere waja se. Samjha karo."
"Tum aise na bolkar bhi mujhe dard de rahe ho."
"Tch.." Abhijeet stood up carefully, so that Tarika too landed on floor safely on her feet.
"Abhij-"
"Agar tumhare jagah mujhe hota ye headache toh?"
"Thank God ki nahi hai.."
"Agar hota toh?"
"Toh tab sochti.. ab.."
"Haan.. ab mai soch raha hu."
Tarika rolled her eyes.
"Are you making love to me or not?"
"No."
"Sure?"
"Hmm.. han.. Haan."
"Thik hai. Jao yaha se ab."
"Arey! Gussa ku ho rahi ho?"
"Toh gussa na hu?"
"Nahi... matlab ku ho rahi ho? Tum treatment start karo.. n then.."
"Maine liya hai na medicine.. preventive. Lets see kam karta hai ya nahi.. "
"Tumne meds liya?"
"Haan.. wait, i didn't mention this."
"No." Abhiheet pouted.
"Acha.. toh maine meds liya.. "
"Jhut toh nahi bol rahi?" Abhijeet asked suspiciously.
Tarika rolled her eyes.
"Nahi.. or is headache ke waja se sex hi na kare log! ye keisa solution hua? You know sex is a basic need of human... n its an instinct too.."
"Ab science parwana band karo tum.." Abhijeet pulled her close, "Bohot bol liya tumne aj."
"Toh.. ab kya karna hai?"
"ab tumhara mu band karna hai."
"Or wo keisey?"
"Tum nahi janti?"
Tarika shook her head.
Abhijeet smirked before leaning for a passsionate kiss.
AN: keed loving Abhirika and supporting us.