Tere Mere Dil...

Abhijeet Looked At Tarika. His heart thumping in his rib cage he tried to read her. But her face had mixed kind of emotions. And the only one he could decipher was- shock. Otherwise he couldn't tell if she was disappointed or amused. Whatever her emotions were Abhijeet knew she wouldn't just say yes, straight. He sighed, yet again.

He looked away for a while and when he looked back at her, she was looking at her fingers. Abhijeet's stomach lurched.

"Tarika don't give me mixed signals." Abhijeet warned her, as calmly as possible.

She still didn't say anything. To her, it was something totally knew. It was going to be her first kiss. Kiss with the man she was going to live the rest of her life. She remembered the last incidences where Abhijeet wanted to kiss her and she reacted badly. But that was other time. She hardly had any romantic feelings for him that times. But now, everything had changed. She didn't know exactly when but she started seeing him as her life partner. And after what he did for her father, for her family she'd been into him with all her wills. She just never could tell him. She was never good with words. And for once she wished she would. Abhijeet seemed to be a person who cherished words to her. He loved expressions. Tarika gave her thoughts a break. Of course she wasn't good with words but she could express her emotions through her act. But again, she found herself in nervous zone. She just couldn't admit that she's ready for the kiss. Heck, was she even ready? She didn't know.

It's just a kiss Tarika. She reminded herself that it wasn't a big deal. She started taking deeps slow breathes to calm herself down.

Here, Abhijeet decided to take his chance. Somehow he consoled himself that her answer was yes as she didn't shout or act mad like previous times. But saying yes didn't mean she actually wanted it. May be she was just trying to give into his desire. Abhijeet took that positively as well. He was sure Tarika would never grab him into a fiery kiss and would tell him she loved her. It wasn't just like her.

He stood in front of her without delaying further. The butterflies in his stomach had started dancing quiet strongly now. For the first time in his life he didn't feel like making a perfect kiss. He just wanted it to happen and he wanted the moment to seal. He felt his heart being squeezed in his ribcage by his lungs. He's going to feel her lips against his for the first time and he knew this was gonna be one of the best moment of his life. He wanted to cherish it, he wanted live it.

Holding her chin gently he lifted her face up. She closed her eyes automatically. But he wasn't going to blind kiss her like that. Her forehead had beads of sweats indicating the bar of her nervousness. That girl was so nervous of a kiss! He chuckled on his mind till he felt his own sweaty palms cupping her face.

The picture was perfect. She was sitting on a stool with her hands on her laps. Her face was facing upwards slightly, cupped in his hands. He was standing in front of her, without any interaction with her body. Its only his hands which were rested on her cheeks. And to be honest he didn't want any other interactions tonight. He just want his lips against hers. It wasn't passion. Not even his wants and lust. All he was feeling was love and an unknown desire, shaking him from his core. A kiss was never so awaited to him.

His head bent down a little and he rested his eyes on her closed eyes. Moments laters his gaze lowered on her perfect nose and then her cheeks. He was looking at her this closely for the very first time. Brushing his thumbs against her cheeks he realized he was touching her cheeks for the first time too. He smiled.

Anticipation was almost killing Tarika. She surprisingly found herself waiting for his lips to meet hers. Though her eyes were closed she could feel his constant gaze on her, reading every minute details of her face. Only if she was bold enough to pull him towards her and finish the waiting, finish the longing. But she waited patiently.

Waiting for him to complete the act she pressed her lips together unknowingly. That made Abhijeet shifted his total attention on her lips. They were pink and thin. And were trembling if he wasn't entirely wrong.

He bent down further and to his surprise he found his eyes closing in sheer satisfaction the moment his lips touched the most precious and desired lips of his life.

He found it difficult to breath resting his lips against hers. Her lips were so tightly pressed together he couldn't capture them. He didn't want to rush, he didn't want it to be passionate but he wanted to feel her lips entirely. He didn't want to finish it like a peck.

He started giving her interrupted kisses on her lips. Trying to capture them in between his lips as much as possible. Tarika gave in finally. She parted her lips partially and lifted her head a bit higher automatically. Abhijeet started kissing them slowly, lavishly.

He stopped, amused and taken aback when Tarika tried to reciprocate him. She wasn't kissing his lips but she tried to hold him into the kisses. Happy and dancing on his mind feeling her desires he kissed her a bit bolder. No, he wouldn't make it a bold one. He just wanted to feel and make her feel, feel the taste of desires.

Abhijeet's one hand swayed down her check and held her hand on her lap. Slowly he lifted it up and placed it on his neck. He wanted her to hold him. But she slid down her hand and held his shirt instead, in a tight fist. Her grip was as stiff as her lips were at the beginning. But now the lips were feeling soft playing in between his'.

There wasn't lack of air as they had enough gap to breath in between the kisses but still they felt their lungs would pop up in need of air.

Tarika broke the kiss. She lowered down her head indicting the end of the session. Abhijeet was a bit sad as he wanted to kiss her longer. But he knew it was more than enough for her. May be next time.

Tarika left his shirt and looked away in embarrassment. She must had been a very terrible kisser. The only thought she was having then Abhijeet might have laughing in his head.

Abhijeet stood still allowing her space to breath. He smiled at her. But of course she didn't acknowledge.

"Let's get you drunk." Abhijeet turned to the bar and started making her a drink. He didn't want to embarrass Tarika more than she already was.

Tarika gulped down the entire glass in one go without taking any time.

"Slowly." Abhijeet warned but she was done by then.

"You.. can.. drink something light."

"Tch, "Abhijeet smirked, "I want the feeling of you lips against mine to stay longer."

Tarika looked away and drink another glass. She started saying something but- what was she saying? She felt blank.

She woke up with a bad headache as expected. She sat up on king size bed with great difficulty and first thing she checked was her clothes. No, she's in her night T shirt and track pants only. Cool! At least she didn't vomited. She looked around and realized she's in Abhijeet room. The pillow beside her was crambled, so that the bed sheet. He had been sleeping beside her! She got a mini heart attack. But she cooled herself down.

'Tarika, he's your would be fiance. Would be husband. It's perfectly fine. Remember, you guys have kissed too. '

Kiss!! oH shit! Had they kissed again when she was drunk? What did she say in her drunk state to him? She certainly remember some flashes from the night. She didn't passed out just after the drink. But she couldn't remember. Abhijeet wouldn't tell her either. He would tease her to death she knew.

Meanwhile Abhijeet entered into his room. He found her sitting on bed woth a scoff expression.

"You up!"

Tarika looked at him with a horrified expression.

"Kya hua?" Abhijeet was confused.

"What did I do last night?" She asked.

"Nothing." Abhijeet replied instantly. But Tarika could feel him suppressing his smirks.

"Abhijeet tell me!"

"Nothing Tarika... go get fresh. Its almost lunch time. Let's go cook together." Abhijeet left the room giving her space.

Tarika decided to take a shower. She went to guest room and took shower. She changed into another pair of loose T shirt and track pants. She went to kitchen and Abhijeet offered her a strong coffee. She started feeling better after a few sips.

Abhijeet was chopping vegetables.

"Feeling better?"

"Yeah. Thanks for the coffee."

"Anytime. Weisey, ek baat Puchu?"

"Haan kyu nahi? Par iske baad main bhi tumse ek puchingi " Tarika said like a kid.

Abhijeet felt so good seeing Tarika comfortable around him.

"Phir rehne deta hu." He joked

"Arey nahi nahi.. pucho."

"Umm..." He pretended to think.

"Abhijeet!"

"Acha baba.. puchta hu. Main keh raha tha tum ye hamesha aise loose kapre hi pehenti ho?"

Tarika gave him an angry look.

"Main toh bas... forget that I asked " Abhijeet got scared.

Tarika laughed out. She pulled his cheek.

"Tum na bohot cute ho."

"Tum.. ab bhi nashe mein ho?" Abhijeet asked, rubbing his cheek.

"Maine kaal raat bhi aisa kiya??" Tarika was horrified with the idea.

"Ummm... "

"Abhijeet please batao."

"Kya fark parta hain tumne kya kiya! You took the risk yourself na."

"Still. I want to know."

"You did nothing serious."

"Means, I did something?"

"Umm.. Haan.. wo toh karogi hi na."

"Kya kiya maine batao.."

"Arey.. tum toh pichehi paar gayi! Chalo khana banane mein help karo... Mujhe ek online meeting attend karna hain 2 baje"

"Abhijeet tum.."

"Ham bad mein baat karenge na..."

Tarika looked at him with suspicious eyes but then started helping him out.

"Weisey Tarika, tum aj mere sath Daya ke ghar chalogi?"

"Daya ke ghar? Achanak?"

"Wo fattu Aunty se keh nahi pa raha ki use koi pasand hain... "

"Kya baat kar rahe ho? Usne admit kar liya ki ussey Sarah pasand hain?"

Abhijeet looked at her, shocked.

"Tumhe pata tha ki he likes Sarah. Usne tumhe bataya?"

"Batane ka kya hain! Pata chal jata hain. Don't tell me ki tumhe koi idea nahi tha!!!

"Nahi." Abhijeet looked away, angry with his best friend.

"Haha.. Abhijeet... tum etne buddhu ho!! Mujhe nahi pata tha... haha.."

"Tum chal rahi ho mere sath ki nahi?" Abhijeet asked

"Haan.. chale jainge... But philal cooking kar le??"

Abhijeet was busy in his meeting when he noticed Tarika leaving her room with bag. She had changed into her previous jeans and Kurta.

"Bye." She whispered.

Abhijeet paused his meeting.

"Tum ja kyu rahi ho?? Bas adha ghanta do.. ye meeting bas khatam hone ko hain."

"Abhijeet relaxed. Mere pass kapre nahi hain na yaha... Daya ke ghar jana hain na? Toh tum mujhe pick kar lena apartment se."

"Par... "

"No par war...Tum meeting attend karo."

"Main tumhe chor..."

"Main texi le lungi. Bye." She left in hurry without giving him chance to protest.

And for the first time he felt a void in his heart with her leaving him behind like that. Abhijeet realized he couldn't be the same again if he didn't marry this girl. How would he let her go? Or How would he live with her with a guilt?

.KK: Dedicated to Kanizrini. Here's your update. Deal accomplished!