Cricket
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"And
it's a six, wohooo" Swayam shouted on top of his voice and threw the pillow up
in the air.
Sharon
came out running to see why Swayam was shouting like a kid and then- Got hit by
the pillow right on her face.
"Arghh
Swayam what the hell is this, and what have you turned the couch into" she said
shouting at him and threw the pillow on his face. He got hold of the same and
again threw it in the air when there was another six. Sharon was yelling on top
of her voice but he was least interested.
The
living room had turned into a circus. The pillows of couch were all over the
floor, the couch was dismantled due to Swayam's jumping on it. The popcorn was
scattered on the couch, on the floor, some in his hair and some inside his
T-Shirt. Sharon smacked her head and went inside to get a mop but stopped
abruptly realizing this would continue as long as the match would last. So she
went inside the bedroom to resume to her work. In few minutes she could see
Swayam entering the kitchen like an athlete and refilling his bowl of popcorns
he rushed again to the living room and on his way he again left a trail of popcorns
on the floor. All Sharon could do is, take a deep breath and resume with her
work.
In
a while she was feeling sleepy and tired too. She tilted her head a bit from
the bedroom door to check on Swayam, only to see him hogging more on popcorn and
in between jumping on the couch with every four and six runs. She sighed
knowing that he won't sleep soon and so she stepped inside the bathroom to get
freshen up and sleep.
Seeing
the empty bed she couldn't sleep just like that and so she arranged pillows on
the other side so that she could hug them and sleep so as give her the feel of
Swayam. She nodded her head apprehensively and stepped on the bed hugging the
heap of pillows. It was quite obvious that the fluffy soft pillows failed to
give her the kind of warmth Swayam gave, whenever he held her close. She kicked
all of the pillows from the bed and marched out of the room.
She
sat besides Swayam folding her legs. Unable to see anything apart from the
cricket match, he continued with his munching on popcorn with one hand and
other hand clutching the bowl as one of the batsman was about to hit century.
With each passing second, right from when the bowler sprinted to deliver the
ball, Swayam had put all of his fingers in his mouth biting them thinking that he
was chewing some popcorns. He was so much engrossed in the match that he didn't
realize, he was accidentally biting off his fingers. Gross!! What the hell is he doing? She stepped back after seeing his
state. When the batsman finally hit the century all the popcorns from the bowl
were showered on Sharon in excitement. Her jaws dropped down and she got hold
of his collar and sitting on his lap she straddled him and shook him vigorously.
Their noses were very close and their eyes now captivated each other's gaze.
The fiery greens were battling against the mellow brown ones. She was
distracting him unintentionally, soon as he realized this, he twitched his nose
as she blocked his view; he then gently held her by waist and put her besides
him and rested his head on her lap. All Sharon could do, was look at him in
disbelief. The match was his first priority that night.
With
the onset of advertisement, all of a sudden Swayam looked at her once
surprising her. She thought Maybe he is bored
of the match, now he will definitely come to bed. But he surprised her even
more as he put forward his hand and holding her chin, he said "Baby could you please
get me one hot chocolate with extra four marshmallows?" blinking his eyes he flashed
his four fingers to indicate the number.
She
got up immediately in an attempt to slam his head down on the sofa and marched
towards the kitchen. He could hear the clattering sound of the utensils and
silently prayed that she won't just pour the hot liquid over his head. Within
few minutes she came with two cups of hot-chocolates one having four
marshmallows. She sat beside him with a plan in her mind. She handed him over
his cup and without looking at him she sipped her share. Swayam was surprised
with her behavior. The anger on her face, especially her nose had vanished. Her
nose which was red few minutes before was now brown due to the chocolate that
she was gulping down hurriedly. He then observed her more closely, not only her
nose but her chin and lips had chocolate all over it and she was hastily
gulping it, the remnant of the liquid then made its way from her lips to her
neck, flowing down tracing irregular path. All Swayam could hear was the sound
that she was making as she gulped down the final sip, the commentary person
could no longer captivate him with his witty comments. The only thing he could
see was his wife's face almost covered in chocolate. He moved his hand to touch
her face but she very smartly got up from the couch and entered their bedroom
with an evil smile plastered on her chocolaty lips. While this happened the
batsman had already finished his century and even had hit three fours but
Swayam although was sitting in front of TV set, his mind had wandered off to
what happened few minutes back. He couldn't concentrate on the match all he
wanted to do was wipe off the chocolate from her face with his lips. He peeked
into their bedroom while sitting on the couch and didn't dare to enter the room
in a fear that she might kick him out for avoiding her right from when the
match had started. He remembered her baking a cake for him in the evening but
due to his eyes glued to the TV set, he didn't appreciated the efforts that she
took for him. On remembering he again switched back to the match.
In
an hour the match ended but Swayam was thinking about her. She is going to kill me one day he thought and switched off the TV.
Reality dawned upon him as he realized what messed he had created; he took a
mop and cleaned the surface and arrange the pillows properly on the couch.
Sipping the last cup of hot chocolate he entered their bedroom only to see his
wife sleeping peacefully as if nothing happened few moments back. He stealthily
stepped inside and he switched off the lights. While entering the bedroom he
literally felt as if he was stepping inside a den of a tigress waiting to
pounce on him. He stepped on the bed and faced her back. Swayam then just
rolled her over and she in turn landed on top of him. She was in half sleep
state and so she didn't have the slightest idea about what Swayam was up to.
She just buried her face in his chest and hugged him tightly thinking that it's
still the pillow. Phew so she is not
angry with me, ah I am saved, Swayam then very slowly kissed her shoulder
and inched towards her hands kissing them right from the arms to her fingers. His
touch did the needful as slowly but immediately her eyes opened wide and she
raised her head only to see Swayam busy with her hands. She rolled off him and
turned her back to him indicating STAY AWAY. But Swayam took it the other way and
now pushed aside her hair from her back and put a trail of kisses all the way
along her back. Shivers ran down her spine at his feather soft touch. Unable to
control her desire, she turned around to face him only to see his angelic
features glowing in the lamp light. She caressed his cheeks with her thumb
tracing patterns all over his face. She started with his cheeks then under his
eyes, around his long nose, at the back of his ears, and his chin and stopped
them near his lips. He removed her fingers from his face and started kissing
them one-by-one. Her irregular breath invited him as Swayam inched closer to her
keeping his eyes fixed on her. She couldn't meet his gaze since she knew doing
that would leave her completely in his control. But Swayam was not going to
back out as he inched forward too close looking into her eyes in an attempt to
captivate them. She had evoked this desire in him few hours ago and only he
knew how hard he had controlled himself back in the living room. To feel his
love she finally looked straight in his eyes and it was when he had won the
toss.
He
allowed her to get lost in his gaze for few minutes which reflected nothing
else but pure love for her. And that was the best way to tell her how much she
means in his life. His eyes were kind of mirror for her as she could see her
true self in it, it showed her the girl which her Swayam loved the most, who
had the sole right to be happy no matter what advances in her life and most
importantly it showed her the other side which the rest of the world was not
aware of, and this side of hers was known only to the person in whose eyes she
was staring for long, My Swayam she
smiled at her possessive thought. They didn't realize for how long they were
staring at each other and finally she closed her eyes. Within few moments she
could feel the known softness of his tender lips on hers as he sweetly kissed
her. His lips tasted a bit like chocolate a little like salt as well as had
some amount of caramel, but lastly they tasted like how they always did. This
resulted due to his munching on two different flavors of popcorn and in the end
the hot chocolate. The heat that was dissipating from their bodies added fuel
to the existing fire. Remembering what happened an hour back as Swayam was
ignoring her she didn't want to lose to him completely and so keeping both of
her hands on his chest she pushed him away from her but continued kissing him
with equal force. And that was exciting him more as he pulled her along with
him. Now they were sitting on the bed, with Sharon still struggling to break
apart the kiss forgetting the fact that it was her who was indulging more in
it. She finally managed to keep a distance and adjusting her dress; she got up
from the bed and stood near the window grabbing the nearby shawl to cover her
as the wind and Swayam both were sending cold shivers down her spine and she
mentally enjoying teasing him. Almost immediately he stood behind her and glided
his hands under the shawl to get hold of her. She twitched back a bit as his
grip tightened. He rubbed his nose on her nape and rested his lips on them. She
jerked a bit and faced him faking anger on her face. He made faces to melt her
but she didn't respond to the same but instead yanked his hand from her waist.
He moved a bit back and he loosened his grip and turned to get back to bed ,as
he realized he had screwed a bit time. But very soon something soft touched his
arm as Sharon pulled him back. With an
astonishing face he smirked as she pulled him in a tight hug, wrapping the
shawl around him as well and whispered in his ears "Don't dare to ignore me
next time you watch any goddamnit match." She felt his tickling breath on her
neck as he scooped her in his arms and carried her to the bed, with the shawl
still wrapped around both of them. He then claimed her lips this time not gently but roughly as he deepened the kiss more. Sharon rejoiced the moment. He then moved his face downwards as he kissed
every part of her neck and shoulders raising the temperature in her body even
in the air-conditioned room. She pulled his hair slightly and kissed his head
which was lowering down with every kiss, and it smelled like popcorn yet again.
In fact his entire body smelled like popcorn as she inhaled the intoxicating
smell of his body. Feeling the every bit of his actions and reciprocating the
same way, she pulled covers over them and let her man take her to a world in
which only the two of them and their love existed.
*****
The
sunlight made its way from the windows landing very casually on her face in an
attempt to wake her up. It was chilly outside but her body was receiving known
warmth. She moved her hand and rested on his, which was holding her stomach
tightly. A series of event flashed in front of her as she remembered the last
night. Yesterday she had lost the match with him, no matter how hard she tried
to be angry with him; he was always on the winning side. Surprisingly she
didn't mind at all losing to him in this case. His steady soft breath was
tickling on her neck as he had nestled into her neck. She faced him and
chuckled as his mouth was a bit open inviting the flies to enter his mouth as
his breakfast. She closed both of his lips and kissed them softly to seal them.
She was then playing with his hair as she slightly ruffled them; he swayed his
face and pulled the covers over his face. He was hell tired after yesterdays
jumping on couch while watching the match and needed some good amount of sleep
and Sharon was not allowing him. Finally after failed frantic attempts to wake
him up, she got up from the bed and entered the living room and switched on the
TV. The highlights of yesterday's match replayed and Sharon decided to watch
the match so as to know what made Swayam ignore her initially. She muted the
volume and mentally thought Swayam wouldn't catch her watching the match. But
to prove how unpredictable he could get, he was leaning on the wall behind her.
In few minutes he saw her enjoying the match to the fullest. Very smartly she
was avoiding screaming in excitement so that her dear husband would not come to
know. How cute can she get, he
thought and sat beside her on the couch. She froze then and there as he caught
her watching the match and open her mouth to defend. But almost immediately
Swayam said as if talking to the TV set "What a six dude, keep it up" and she
joined him doing the same. In few moments he snuggled close to her and
whispered in her ears "The chocolate cake you made yesterday was delicious
Sharon" She maintained a straight face and continued watching the match. The
highlights ended and Sharon got up from the couch making Swayam land on the
floor as he was slouching on her. With a surprised look he got up and pulling
her by waist said "You will get punishment for the same dear, give me my shirt
back which you are wearing, RIGHT.NOW" She chortled wickedly and said patting
his cheeks "Only after you tell me how on earth the plum cake which I made
yesterday tasted like a chocolate cake for you." Thus horrifying him as he
mentally kicked himself for screwing up yet again.
~THE
END~
Reviews please
Rutu
sharon trying and see the match highlights chupke se and then getting caught by swayam and after that both of them enjoying together .
Wen i saw the title I wasnt so enthusiastic coz I dont like cricket.But what I got was far different from what I expected 
It was so blissful reading it.U made it ever so romantic and perfect. I havd no words.
Ardour.
