He watched them leaving the mall. He tried to think ways to persuade her but his brain was out of ideas.
He thought to act as if he's injured.. but she'd be super furious after knowing the truth.
Hmm, a long drive! but she's not even picking up his phone.
Damn! let's call her again.. its a long one hour since he had call her.
Tarika picked up the phone.
"Thik hu mai. ab phone rakho."
"Arey suno toh.. etna gussa! Gussa sehat ke liye thik nahi hai Tarika ji."
"Nai sunna mujhe.."
"Etna kuch toh kia.. ab tumhi bata do kya karunga toh mafi milegi?'
"Mafi nahi milegi.. disturb mat karo mujhe.."
"Dekho Tarika ek mouka toh do.."
"No.."
"Tarika!"
"Kya Tarika.. mai darti nahi hu tumse samjhe!"
"Mai Neha ke ghar jaunga.. samjhi..."
"Hargiz nahi.." Tarika was horrified.
"Haan.. or sirf auungahi nahi.. waha akar bohot luch karunga bhi.."
"K-K-kya karoge tum!"
"Bata du?????"
"Tum nahi aoge.."
"Ku?"
"Mai jayada gussa ho jaunngi.."
"Already etna gussa ho.. thoda or ho jaogi no problem."
"Nahi nahi nahi.. you are not coming."
"Rok ke dikhao.."
"Abhijeet.. Abhi.. hello."
Damn!
"Cut diyaa.." Tarika said.
"Kaha ane wala hai woo..?" Neha asked, driving.
"Tere ghar.."
"Oh cool... kab? Taiyari karna hoga.."
"Tu mujhe mere ghar par drop kar.."
"Kya!"
"Haan.."
"Par.. ane de na use.."
""Nahi.. tamasha karegga wo akar."
"Tch Tarika.."
"Tu yahi rok car.. mai Taxi lekar chali jati hu.."
"Mai chod deti hu na.."
"Nahi.. tu yahai chod mujhe.. stop the car
Neha stopped the car unwantedly. Tarika got down.
"Jija ji ko lekar ana ghar par haan." Neha smirked.
"Mar khaigi."
Neha drove off.
Tarika waited for taxi for sometimes.
A taxi arrived and she got in. Just before the taxi started someone scooted inside the back seat with her.
"Chaliye bhaisab."
"Tum! Utro abhi ke abhi.."
"Mere car tum Neha ke ghar rakh ai.. ab taxi se se ja rahi ho.. ab mai gussa hu isliyye."
Abhijeet looked away
"Haan hote raho gussa. Acha hai... Kam se Kam pareshan toh Nahi karoge!"
Her tone was harsh. Abhijeet looked at discreetly, pretending to look outside her window.
Her eyebrows tense, her lips pursed, she looked angrier than she was when she entered.
"Arrey Mera wo Matlab Nahi tha Tarika ji..."
"Phir kya Matlab tha tumhara?"
"Matlab... Matlab... Arrey Matlab watlab chhodiye... Ye dekhiye mein kya Laya Hu."
He took out his wallet and gave it to her.
There were many tickets in it for next week.
"Tumhe bus paise waste Karne hai! Ab next kya pata hum free ho ya Nahi."
"Arrey ticket book Karo toh problem... Na book Karo toh Bhi problem," Abhijeet muttered, " Aise toh mein pagal ho jaunga!"
"Kuch Kaha?" She asked, her eyebrows knit together.
"N...Nahi... Mein toh bus... Haan mein keh Raha tha ki Aapke liye toh Jaan hazir hai... Ye toh kuch Bhi Nahi."
Tarika looked away, not bothering to reply.
The rest of the journey was rather uneventful, except for the occasional annoying smirks that Abhijeet received from the driver whenever he made a futile effort to strike a conversation.
"Haan bus idhar hi rokiye Bhaiya," Tarika spoke, before glaring at Abhijeet, "tum mere piche piche aane ki sochna Bhi mat!"
With this she almost jumped out of the cab and quickly paid the driver off.
"Ab aap kaha utrenge Sahab?" The driver asked with a smirk.
"Zyaada hassi Nahi aati tumhe?" Abhijeet gritted his teeth.
He had somehow controlled his irritation in front of Tarika.
"Arrey Nahi Sahab... Hum toh bus puch rahein the... Biwi Ghar toh aane Nahi degi toh aap..."
"Chup chap gaadi chalao samjhe! Aage se second right le Lena."
When they had gone about 2 kilometres from her home, Abhijeet realised that his wallet was still with Tarika.
"Damn it! Gaadi Modo."
"Kya hua Sahab?"
"Arrey wallet ussi ke paas reh Gaya."
The driver stopped the car with a jerk.
"Paise ke Bina gaadi aage Nahi jayegi Sahab."
"Paise mein waha pahonchkar deta Hu na."
The driver shook his head.
"Paiso ke Bina ye gaadi hilegi tak Nahi."
Abhijeet somehow managed to convince the driver to take the money from him in the bureau the next day.
But no matter what he tried, the driver wouldn't take him back to Tarika's house.
"Tarika Yaar darwaaza kholo," Abhijeet tried for the eighth time.
"Tarika!"
"Yaha koi Nahi rehta," came her voice from inside.
"Yaar Tarika... Paani toh pila doh... Kabse khada Hu... Doh kilometer paidal chalkar Aaya Hu."
After a few moments, Tarika opened the door and threw a water bottle at him.
Before he could say anything, she slammed the door at his face.
"Tarika..."
"Ab bhuk lagi hogi," she taunted.
"I'm sorry na Yaar."
"Tarika ji..."
"Please Tarika... Maan jao na Yaar... Kitna gussa karogi..."
"Yaar tum gussa rahogi toh mein so Nahi paunga Raat ko."
Listening to this a slight smile appeared on her face.
Abhijeet heard the door unlock. He pushed it open and walked inside.
He found Tarika standing near the sofa with her back towards him. Abhijeet locked the door behind him and walked near her.
"Tarika.."
"Mai abhi bhi gussa hu."
"Phir batao mai kya karu? Jo kahogi wahi karunga.. bus ye mat kehna ki chala jau yaha se."
Tarika turned around to face him.
"Ho gaya! thak gai manate manate etne mei hi!"
"Nahi thaka.. par tum.. keisey manau mai tumhe? Kuch bhi asar mahi karta tumpe!"
Tarika rolled her eyes and walked into the kitchen. Abhijeet followed her.
"Maf kar diyya kya?"
"Nahi.." Tarika said instantly.
'Muskil se toh gussa aya hai tumpar kisi bat pe.. etne asani se nahi chodne wali..' she thought.
Abhijeet sighed.
He held her wrist and pulled her near. Touching her right check he said,
"I can't stand you being angry with me. Ku nahi samajhti huh!" Abhijeet begged.
"Galti toh tumhari hai na.."
"Haan.. manta hu.. I am guilty... nahi hoga age se aissa.. "
"Haq nahi hai mujhe gussa hone ka?" Tarika whispered, looking down.
"Tarika.. aisa mat bolo. Haq tumhe hai... sirf tumhe.. wo bhi sab haq hai... par etna der mat raha karo na gussa... please."
Tarika looked into his eyes. She found her anger disappearing
Oh, that's why she didn't allow him around her
She knew she would end up forgiving him.
As she noticed his lips approaching towards her she came back in sense and pushed him hard.
Nope, now she would play a little. She wouldn't give up so easily.
"Arey!" Abhijeet complained.
"Khana khake chale jao.." Tarika started to heat the dishes.
"Tarika! Mujhe laga gussa tham gaya tumhara."
'Haan.. but etne asani se chod dungi mai tumhe!' she spoke in mind.
"coffee nahi piya.. teddy nahi liya.. note phek diya, movie tickets ko waste of money keh diya... yaar ab mere dimag mei kuch nahi hai ki kkeisey manau tunhe... or khud bataa bhi nahi rahi ho." she argured, "Sun bhi rahi hoo kuch? Tarika.."
But she moved towards the dining with dishes.
"Khana khao." she said rudely.
Abhijeet sat on the chair with a huff.
"Socha tha ache se kisi restaurant mei dono sath mei khaingge.. or dekho kya khana pad raha hai.." Tarika taunted during dinner.
"Toh chalo na... chalte hai.. candle light dinner mei lle chalta hu mai tumhe.."
"Ab mood nahi hai mera"
Abhijeet abruptly got up from the table, making Tarika follow him with her eyes.
He moved to the kitchen and then when he came back, he switched off the lights.
"Uff! Kya Kar rahe ho?"
"Abhijeet?"
"T...tum kuch bol kyu Nahi rahe?"
"Shhh," he whispered in her ear, sending goosebumps.
Next, Tarika felt his breath on her neck. She closed her eyes instinctively.
"A... Abhijeet."
He grabbed her hand pulled her into his arms. His touch was oh-so-gentle. Tarika found herself melting in those arms. He tucked her hair behind her ear.
"Aankhein kholo Tarika..."
She opened her eyes and found a faint light surrounding them.
She looked at the table. There was a lit candle.
So he had gone to the kitchen to get the candle.
A small rather subtle smile settled itself on her face.
"Dinner kare?"
"Mai.."
"Shh.." he kept his index finger on her lips, "Ab no gussa okay! bohot ho gaya..." he said in a seductive voice.
Tarika couldn't avoid him anymore.. but somehow she managed herself not to nod.
They sat down. Abhijeet fed Tarika.
"Tum bhi khao.."
"Ye sabb nahi khana mujhe.." Abhijeet smirked.
Tarika blushed Scarlet. Even in dim light she looked fairy to him.
They finished their dinner. Before Tarika could go into kitchen Abhijeet pulled her towards him.
"Abhijeet..."
"Maine sham barbad kia.. but trust me ye rat kharap nahi hone dunga.. I will repent the loss..." he whispered in her ear, "more even."
"Then I will think about to forgive you... if what you are saying will be fulfilled.. otherwise.."
"Ah, there's no otherwise.. I know I will be forgiven..."
"Let's see..."
Abhijeet pressed his lips on her, hard, passionate, demanding and extremely sensual.
Ah, he's already forgiven. The night gonna be just the way he had said. He actually gonna repent the loss, more even.
She didn't know when in between the kisses she was swept into his arms. She just found herself on bed from no where and moments later the lights were out.
Abhijeet finally became succeeded to persuade his angry girlfriend.
Finished
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AN: Hey Shadow Grey.. we really didn't get what you want to read actually on that scene. Abhijeet just said she had a bad temper.. so we have written on depending that line. Sorry if you are dissapointed.
..Hey, married Abhirika, first time love making, Possesive Tarika... all are written... just need editings n we are busy to do so. Keep patient huh. And, Tanaya, 25th feb epi wala.. will write soon.