"What the hell is this Bhai?" Laksh entered my room while to see it scattered with papers, clothes, bedspread. He carefully walked towards me while I am spying on Anu Aunty all day.
"There in the office Papa is eating my head and here you are. God, can't I have some alone time for myself?" I smacked his head without removing my eyes from the binoculars. From the time I came to know about Anu Aunty's rejection of mine and Swara's relationship, I suited up to woo Aunty first.
For that, I have to know about her routine, what she likes and dislikes, etc., The one person who can help me with this is- Laksh. I don't know how? He has his ways with people. He can charm anyone with his talks and behavior which I can never do. I am someone who is like "IF YOU LIKE ME, THEN TALK TO ME. IF NOT, NO PRESSURE" type of person. But Laksh is not like that. If someone doesn't like him he gets this anxiety attack.
"Bhai, stop acting like a stalker. Meet Aunty and talk to her. Assure her that you are the right person for her daughter." I glared at him when he snatched my binoculars.
"I don't know why? But since childhood, she always looked like Hitler to me. The way she rotates her eyes towards Swara to show disapproval itself makes me shit my pants back those days and now you want me to go to her and assure her that I will take care of her dear daughter. I already don't have a great track record,
What if she finds out about my flings?
Then she will reject the alliance right away saying I am a Casanova. God, this is so frustrating." I started to pant heavily while Laksh made me sit on the swing I placed on the balcony. Now I realize finally how Laksh feels when someone doesn't like him. It feels like someone punched my throat again and again.
"Bhai, relax. Your biggest hurdle was to win back Swara. You are going stead on that, right? Then why are you fearing Anu Aunty? I know she is a bit set back in your love story but how can you call a love story 'A STORY' without a villain?" I glared at him while he laughed. I know he is trying to cheer me up but the situation I am in right now is a little bit tricky.
"Laksh, I don't want Swara to do anything with the guilt of lying to her mother. Till now for all our dates, she lies to her mother to meet me and I could see that she is not happy with that thought. There is a difference between lying and not mentioning. I want our relationship to sail forward with the blessings of all the family members."
"But Bhai, you should realize you can't satisfy everyone. Yes, I understand that Anu Aunty is an integral part of this relationship but in the end, she is not the one who is going to live both of your lives. She should also understand that Marriage is not only about the two families but also about the two lives which bind these two families.
Love and Family both are an important part of matrimony.
Both should adjust to each other. If Swara can throw away her 9 years of love for Aunty, I think Aunty should also realize your importance in Swara's life.
Just be yourself.
Be The Sanskar Maheswari, who knows to strike the iron while it's hot." with that Laksh walked out of my room not before patting my shoulder in assurance. He is right. I should be myself. I can't change my past but my past doesn't define my present and future. Like he said when Swara can take this big decision I should make Aunty realize the sacrifices Swara did for her happiness.
Anu Aunty got lucky that she got a husband like Vasu Uncle through arrange marriage. That doesn't mean Swara will also be lucky like her. Once I did the stupidity of throwing her away from my life and I won't do the same mistake again. I got Swara back in my life after a lot of struggle and I won't let her slip away from my life this time.
The ringtone of my phone got me out of my thoughts. Seeing the name that's flashing on the screen I couldn't stop myself from grinning like a five-year-old kid who got his to see his favorite show after a tiring day.
"Hey, Love!" I said which I know irritates her a lot.
"Love my foot. I have been waving my hand and calling you out from my terrace for the past 10 mins and in whose dreams you are trying to show your beautiful face?" I stood up from the swing but froze looking at the creation God created only for me. As the sun is setting the sky is tinted with orange and she, the beautiful robber of my sleep standing on the terrace in an olive green georgette saree only this time she didn't pleat it but let it flow like a river with her curly hair on loose.
For a second, I forgot how I used to breathe.
With her left hand on her hips, while her dusky face puffed up in anger, I just wanted to grab her and kiss her till I felt satisfied.
"Hello, Mr. Sanskar Maheswari." She waved her hand again at me and I disconnected the call. After making sure no one is around, I jumped over to her terrace while she stood there with an open mouth trying to process what just happened.
My sweet little cutie-pie.
"Sanskar, what the hell are you doing? Go back to your room before someone comes up." She said looking at the terrace door while I just snaked my right arm around her waist and pulled her against my chest making her gasp loudly.
"Sanskar, leave me. Someone...." I ignored her plea and grazed my cheek with my nose. I couldn't control myself anymore. I cannot stop myself from showing her the effect she has on me whenever she stood in front of me like a sexy goddess. I have seen girls wearing revealing clothes to show off their sexiness but the way Swara looks in this saree no amount of short dress can match it.
"I missed you so much," I said keeping my forehead on her shoulder. I felt her hand massage my hair soft while I relaxed feeling her warmth fill up her heart.
"Mom will come around, Sanskar. We just have to give her some time. For that, don't wear yourself out by stressing over it. Everything will be fine." The wetness in her voice itself told me that she is also as petrified as me.
I looked up and cupped her face, conveying through my eyes that we have each other's support. My eyes slowly fell on her plump lips and automatically I leaned in. I waited for a microsecond to see whether Swara is uncomfortable or not but when she didn't make any move I placed my lips on hers kissing her softly.
I felt like my heart burst into fireworks as I realized that this is our first kiss together. The imagination I built up in my heart was nothing in front of what I am experiencing right now. She tried to kiss me back by mimicking what I am doing which made me smile between the kiss. I didn't want to scare her away by showing my craving and eagerness, so I gave her time to kiss me back.
When we stepped back, I felt this weird satisfaction crawl under my skin seeing her flushed face, her plump lips swollen by my sweet torture and she being a panting mess. I slowly untangled my fingers from her hair and made her look at me. I heard my friends say that you will get this unexplainable happiness to fill up your heart and mind when you realize that you are her first kiss. Today when I got to know that I am the first person to kiss her, I could stop myself grinning like a teenager.
"It's getting late. Aunty will be looking for you. I will meet you tomorrow. Bye." I said kissing her cheek and jumped off to my balcony. Once again I am going to spend my night replaying the kiss again and again.