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Part 38
" Oh my God, Dharamji. Why are you making such a big fuss about this.? Stop shouting or you will wake up Medha and Ahem. " Meera looked at her children sleeping peacefully in their cot. " It was just a suggestion. If you don't want to, that's fine. But stop being such a khadoos. "
Dharam glowered at Meera and turned his back on her. Meera looked at his broad back and sighed. Sometimes she wished he wasn't so handsome, it would be easy to stay mad at him. All she had said was that they should let Nayya stay till the new year. It was the Twins' birthday in two days and soon it would be Christmas. Meera was looking forward to enjoying with her whole family. While she could never accept Nayya as her family , after what she had done, she did feel sorry for her. Meera felt personally responsible for Durga's death , twice she had been responsible for Nayya losing her mum. She wanted to make it up to her. And Nayya's son - what did he do? Surely he deserved their love? For some strange reason The kid seemed to like Meera a lot and followed her around the whole day . Meera had noticed that Nayya was really cold towards her son and felt sorry for him. She tried to be nice to him and let him play with the twins . She had tried to get Dharam to spend some time with him but he didn't want to know.
It had been two weeks since the funeral and Karan's death and things were quietening around the house. It was a shame that the two aunties had left without saying anything as Meera wanted to strangle them with her bare hands , she was really angry that they had used fake ID to get a job with her. She was mortified when the police told her the two of them might have helped Karan and she panicked thinking about everything that needed to be done in the house but Gopi and Jaggi were managing all that . Vidhya was still in a peculiar mood and Dharam had taken to hiding from her. Meera was finding it difficult to sleep at night. She was five months pregnant and it was difficult to get completely comfortable. On top of that, the events of the past few days kept playing in her mind. She still found it difficult to believe that Karan was dead and would wake up at night petrified that he was in their bedroom. The one thing she was looking forward to was the birthday party she was organising for the babies and she wanted her family to enjoy that day, even Nayya . Nayya was supposed to leave the next day but Meera felt it only right to ask her to stay for the birthday, especially as it might have been her stupidity that had got the two maids into the house in the first place. Dharam hadn't said anything but Meera knew he was thinking the same.
So that night, while they were in bed Meera had suggested that they ask Nayya to stay a bit longer and Dharam had started shouting at her. He still couldn't forgive his daughter and thought Meera was losing her mind . Then he had turned away from her. She felt really bad about upsetting him. She knew how badly affected Dharam had been because of what Nayya had done.
Meera looked at her husband again. She couldn't bear it when he moved away from her like this. He did have a right to be angry so she decided to make up with him. She moved closer to him and put her arms around him. Dharam pushed it away. She moved even closer to him. And put her face against his nape and kissed his neck. She could feel the tension on his shoulders. She moved her palm slowly down his arms and her lips followed her fingers. Dharam didn't respond but he didn't push her away either. She put her cheeks against his and her arms around him again and they both lay like that for a while. It was getting difficult for her to be in that position for long . Dharam could feel her strain and he didn't want to hurt her so he turned around to face her. He looked into her beautiful face and knew he couldn't be mad at her any longer. slowly a smile spread over his face. He rubbed his nose against hers and Meera started giggling. " I am not a kid , Dharamji"
" it's hard to believe that sometimes. Soon to be a mother of three, but you still behave like a child at times". He gently moved the few strands of her hair that were blowing across her face and stroked her cheeks with the back of his fingers . Meera closed her eyes and nuzzled against him. She put her hands under his kurta and her palms found the flatness of his stomach . His muscles were taut under her touch. She buried herself against him and inhaled his musky odour . Dharam put his hands between her thighs and Meera shivered in pleasure . She felt as if she was floating and a soft moan escaped her . Her feet started moving up and down his legs and he could feel her breath quickening against him . His heart started beating so fast he thought it would burst.
He lowered his face against hers and by the time their lips found each other's they could barely breathe. And then, as if she had a shock she pulled away.
"Dharamji , Dharamji, did you feel that?" She cupped his face and asked him excitedly
" Mmm Meera . Of course I felt it. Your lips, they are so soft. In fact your whole body...
She punched him gently. " I am not talking about you or my lips. The baby, the baby just kicked"
Dharam sat up and stared at Meera's belly. " Are you sure?"
She nodded, unable to say anything else. They both were thinking the same thing , the first time this happened, all those years ago. Their excitement. They had spent that whole night awake waiting for the baby to move again. Dharam didn't want to dwell on how it had all ended. He looked at Meera and could see the tears glinting in her eyes. He knew she was remembering too. " No Meera, it will be different this time. I promise" he held her close to him and let his hand rest on her stomach. And this time he felt it too. Their baby . Alive and kicking. They looked at each other and started laughing , with pleasure, relief and excitement. That night they slept peacefully in each other's arms.
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