Mr. HansH (Ishq Mein Marjawan)
Happy Ending's
Five months later....
August wafts into the city with a freshness that is welcomed by all. A cloudless blue sky above the warm days, blasted by the dazzling sunlight and lightened by the cool breeze. I spent as much time outdoors as I could, in the Mahesvara residence, idling in the backyard, in the flowering courtyard in the pleasant weather with Neha, Nandini and Sheveni, he said, enjoying a snack while talking about the four tiny babies and Malika who is now one year and three months old. We spent the afternoon sipping homemade lemonade under the hot sun. As for the night, we lay on the porch of each pavilion, with their respective spouses unwinded from their respective work routines. No exception Neha and Sis Sanjeev who are now married since last May. On Neha's pretence of proposing to Kak Sanjeev and saying he would print a dozen tiny babies for her, Neha could not be evasive when Sanjeev responded - either he was serious or just playing games: then Sanjeev said that he would not repeat history twice, he would not refuse to twice the girl who expressed love for him, and then he sprinkled our mother's insinuation on Neha's forehead. Neha was surprised not to play. Almost fainted on the spot.
"That's why don't you play games with me. Now you marry me and you have to give birth to a dozen babies for me," said Sanjeev, and somehow the story, a day later, he actually carried Neha around the holy fire, then take her to the bridal room and make the girl scream hysterically on the first night.
Ughhhh! Brother Sanjeev managed to make the girl helpless in her bed.
Neha's scream that night made her three sisters-in-law chuckle behind the door and immediately feel pained. A terrible battle.
Praise God, in the three months of marriage, they lived happily, very very happily, and now Neha was pregnant with her first baby. He is truly blessed.
And I'm really happy for everyone. Especially for my relationship with HansH. Tonight we lay on the porch, with a soft mattress, pillows and bolsters as well as a thick blanket that warms up, gazing at the stars in a stunning cluster of light in indigo concentration and as breezy as the night breeze greets. And we chatted -- a lot - about everything and anything. From all the time we spent together, I absorbed a positive flow that seemed to radiate from the warmth of love that was clearly felt.
"Darling?"
"Emm? What's up?"
"Malik and Malaika are six months old."
Eh?
"Continue?"
"Make another child, yuk?"
"My HansH's...."
"Let's be young, honey. Wanna, huh? We're still equally passionate." HansH pulled my hand, and...
Iyuuuuh...! You perverted husband. Behind the blanket, he had taken his pants off.
I giggled with amusement as he put my hand on his perfectly stiffened, alive and longing under there.
"Say yes." He was already above me. "Stop consuming your pills, okay? I want you to get pregnant again."
Good. I nodded and smiled. "Whenever you want me to get pregnant, I'll fill it up."
Oh... HansH disappeared under the blanket. Unveiling my dress, stripping off everything that was in my way and, feeling me, tasting my warmth....
Oh my God, I closed my eyes. I held my voice. I clutched a blanket firmly in my chest, and let me know what was going on behind it. What HansH did to me. How he touched me, with his fondness..the fondness which...I cannot explain, I cannot explain how crazy he was...
Made me fly into space up there....
It's a wonderful favor.
"I love you" HansH whispered, he returned to align himself with me. And...
Self-directing. Strong and warm....
She entered slowly, merging with me in the depth and warmth of love....
Shhh.he pulled back, then pressed down again....
Shhh.. He made me want to scream. This warmth....
I can no longer put words together. Tonight is beautiful. Incredibly beautiful....
Oh....
Ssst.. some are back diving....
Shhh... Now he has reached the bottom...
Shhh.. oh, I'm sorry. I choose to end my story for you....
This long night is only for my husband, HansH Mahesvara....
Thank you for being with me and reading my story. Bye then....
Shhh....