On a general note, what does a girl do on her birthday? Umm, go shopping? No I’ve enough clothes, some of which I haven’t even touched yet. Umm, go for a movie or treat my friends? Not possible, they’re all scattered. Umm, order a cake? No, already done. It was a bright enough Saturday afternoon but much to me, it was dull. My birthday was boring. Since, I am doctor by profession, my world revolved around patients bustling. Today was different; my husband was so away from me, possibly protecting a bunch of people in the battlefield.
Yes, my Rohan is an army soldier. He always dreamt of it since forever. In fact, he grew up listening to heroic tales of his dad. Just like his father, my Rohan wanted to protect Indian line of control. His father was a great man who sacrificed himself, his life for the sake of protecting this country. I was proud of Rohan. Off course, I have my insecurities of losing him on the battlefield and getting back his pieces or just nothing remaining of him but memories. But I know him; he will never leave me alone. It had been 8 months him being gone and no wonder I missed him terribly.
“Richa, are you in here dear?” that was Rekha, Rohan’s mom and my mother in law. She loves and cares for me may be even more than that of Rohan.
“Yes Ma, I am right here” I yelled picking up my phone and rushing outside. She was in the kitchen, preparing sweets for my birthday.
“Richa, wow you look amazing in the saree, where did you get it from” that was Isha, Rohan’s younger sister, married and had a baby boy just 6 months earlier. She continued being amazed by my charm. “If Rohan Bhai would see you now, I swear he’d just pounce upon you” she said and giggled seeing my cheeks turn bright pink.
“Stop it Isha. She must be already missing him, don’t remind her again and again” Mom scowled at Isha. I know they thought I was missing him which I was, from the depth of my heart. But there was no need to forbid speaking about him. ‘Only if he was here... I miss you Rohan’ I thought.
Afternoon turned to evening but I felt no ease, the same insecurity of Rohan not being here remained. I took out my laptop and googled some recent news about Indian wars but nothing seemed to interest me. All I wanted right now was my comfort that was left with Rohan. I missed him so very much today. I walked towards the gallery and looked up to the sky. Stars were twinkling like never before. My thoughts drifted to how we first met at my clinic. He came down with his frequent cuts, burns and fracture’s. One day, in the morning when I came to the clinic, I saw whole of it filled with red and white roses, one huge bouquet at the centre and all others surrounding it. A letter came with it that was blank and only a heart drawn at the centre after which, he suddenly entered and proposed. A lone tear escaped my eye. I closed my eyes and stood there in silence “I miss you Rohan, Please come back soon” I said it as though he would hear me say it.
“I missed you too sweetheart” a voice filled my ears. That voice, it made me comfortable, nervous, excited and happy all at the same time. I hurriedly turned around just to find Rohan, in his uniform, standing right in front of me, our noses touched. He held me tightly embracing my waist because if it wasn’t for him, I would be on the ground by now. The hug lasted forever is what I felt. I found my comfort. ‘Thank you god’ I thought.
“Happy birthday” he said pulling away from the hug and leaned in to kiss me. We were centimetres apart when an “I love you” escaped his lips and then within no time I found our lips moving together, perfectly.
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“Rohan, have some more rice. You seem weak, don’t they give you food?” mom asked him and Isha giggled. Rohan threw her a look.
“It’s not kitty party Ma, its army. Food is what we get very rarely.” he snapped.
“What’s with the scar Bhai, were you like hurt?” she questioned looking at his arm with wrinkled brows. I peeped through whatever space was available to look at it. It was a black semi-circled mark that ended just above his wrist and started below his upper arm.
“Yeah that looks bad” I asked out of concern and continued “Here, let me take a look” I said but he snatched his arm away.
“No it’s just a scratch, wound is healed” he said and looked directly at me, his hazel eyes piercing through my soul.
“Rohan I am a doctor. Show it to me right now” I demanded fury clear in my eyes. He sighed and held his hand towards me to see. I observed the cut, it wasn’t deep, but was bad enough if not healed.
“It’s fine. But it needs attention. I’ll treat it later” I said and smiled. He looked at me with expressionless face and then his lips curved, frowning as I started to pull away.
“Aww it hurts, it hurts” He yelled pulling me back towards him.
“Oh god, where exactly Rohan? Is it throbbing” I asked worried, as I started looking for any sign of blood or swelling. His left arm gently caught hold of mine and guided it to his broad chest nearing his heart.
“In here” he said and a sheepish smirk appeared on his face. My face flushed with brightest shade of pink all over and eyes stuck to the floor. I looked at him and found his gaze fixed to mine, while giggles were heard in the back ground.
“Rohan” I said harshly and pulled away. Just to see mom and Isha blushing and giggling. I gave them a ‘You-too?’ look and continued inside kitchen. I held back my blush and continued cleaning the messed part, as I did the dishes one by one, slowly placing careful enough not to break them. I felt a strong arm embrace my waist and a hard chest pushing me intensely. I looked over to my shoulder and found Rohan’s lips approaching towards my neck. He placed soft kiss just here and there on my neck. It felt so warm and comfortable. He still kept nibbling on my neck and I gasped. All that was heard was heavy breaths, gasping sound and now a moan escaped my lips, the dishes long forgotten, “Rohan” I pleaded him to stop but just not yet. I had to complete this work. I wriggled a little and pushed him away and continued my work.
“I am waiting inside” he said, a slight grin on his lips. He pecked on my lips and exited the kitchen. The air around us had probably heated up and I still felt the electric current passing through his touch, into mine. It caused me to shiver. Finally, I was done with my work as I started walking towards our room. One last look to the kitchen, it was all crystal clean.
I walked towards the room and click opened the knob. I rushed inside to switch on the lights. I thought ‘Lt. Gen Rohan Rajput must have dozed by now’. But as soon as I turned on the lights, I saw the whole room beautifully decorated with white and red roses, a cake in the middle, soft music playing in the back ground and Rohan standing right in front of me with glittering eyes. He approached me and pulled me closer. I landed on his chest and literally moaned out of the feeling of hard, broad chest. He walked me towards the cake, we cut the cake. After the cake ceremony, we danced to the soft music. I leaned against him, my face buried in his chest and peacefully placed. While he held me protectively, his head buried in the crook of my neck, his left hand holding my right and his right hand embracing my waist. I pulled away a little to look at him. I loved this man and felt insecure at times. I smiled and placed a soft kiss to his nose.
“I’ll just change and come” I said and winked. He didn't let me go the first time, but I eventually convinced him. I quickly grabbed my hot silk red and white night-wear and ran inside the toilet. I took off the saree and threw in the washing tub and slipped into night-wear. I dabbed some light make up and bright red lipstick. I looked at myself in the mirror and I knew Rohan would lose his control tonight. I winked to myself as I walked outside the toilet, just to find Rohan lying on bed eyes closed. I sighed and continued staring, a smile brushed my lips. I walked towards him and slipped into the sheets. I was about to doze when he again pulled me to him, through my waist.
“You thought I slept off, didn’t you? But not tonight” he said with his wicked smile. I didn’t have to turn around to see he was smirking naughtily. He took a deep breath in against my hair and left it out. I shivered when his breath brushed my bare skin. He started kissing gently and softly on my neck and other places. He then turned me around me and crept over me, now hovering over, but not putting his weight over me. He kissed and kissed me, nipped me and when he pulled away, my lips were bruised by his breath taking kisses, my eyes closed.
“Open your eyes babe, I want to see the desperacy, the lust” he whispered. My eyes popped open and looking straight into his. He grinned and kissed me some more as I starting to take off his clothes. The moment his t-shirt was off, I gasped and a “wow” escaped my lips. He first looked at me then turned towards where my gaze took him; towards his torso and back to me trying to stifle his laugh but burst into laughter eventually. I was thinking about ‘things’ to do to him when I felt my cheeks hot with embarrassment. Those abs were tight almost so perfect that I couldn’t resist my hands moving over them, that I could savour them the entire night.
“Like what you see, sweetheart?” he questioned and I blushed some more. He nipped on my lower lip some more and then left trail of kisses across my jaw line. I moaned in pure pleasure and asked him for some more. He moved to my chest and then flung my dress off, trailing down kisses everywhere. He nibbled on my supple breasts. It felt heaven and I didn’t want to let him go. I moaned for more as I felt his length arouse against my abdomen. He pulled his shorts down and now only on his boxer, stood in front of me. His boxer was of superman print, I know, so mature and manly. I looked at it first and then at him. There was a hump, a huge one. He looked at his hump and smiled sheepishly, scratching his hair a little. I smiled to it and then within no time, he pounced on me like a hungry barbarian he was. Things heated up to no level and soon we reached our climax, together. He was panting, still over me and so was I, my bare breasts crushing against his oh so hard and broad chest. He pecked finally on my lips and shifted beside me. I curled up into him, placing my head on his chest and his arm pulling me towards him through my waist. It felt warm, comfy, cosy and safe. Within minutes we dozed giving into the tiredness, listening to his steady heart beat.
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The next morning when I woke up, I was happy but sore. It felt good to wake up to Rohan. I saw him sleep peacefully, as though he wouldn’t have to leave. It tugged my heart the he had to. I lovingly caressed his hair and placed a soft kiss to his forehead. I was about to wake up when strong arms pulled me towards them. I felt bad for waking him up but I felt nice to see him smile. He pulled me back and crept upon me. He started to kiss me on my neck and other places. He then leaned in to capture my lips.
“No, not with that nasty mouth of yours” as soon as these words escaped my lips, a marathon began, a marathon of how much he tries to kiss me and I avoid his kisses. But eventually I had to give in since his hands travelled to ‘places’. Moans started to escape me and I felt pure pleasure. This love making session went on for long time. Finally when I was allowed to move out when Rohan was asleep. I looked up at the clock; it was 11:00 p.m. I rushed to the bathroom and showered, quickly brushing my teeth and scurried out to the kitchen. I saw Isha feeding the baby and mom sipping on her tea. I went to the kitchen and made myself coffee. Then I walked out and sat comfortably sipping on it. Mom looked up at me and smiled naughtily. I blushed furiously and covered my face with my palm. Before I could explain Rohan came out.
“Morning mom, morning annoying lady, morning little dude” he said and continued leaning towards me “Morning sweetheart” and pecked my lips. I blushed even furiously as giggles were heard again. I pulled away embarrassed and walked towards kitchen to get coffee. When I was back, I saw Rohan holding Vivan, Isha’s toddler. He was playing with him, holding him in his one hand as though he weighed feather. He threw him up and down carefully. All this tugged my heart. ‘Would this happen? Would there be our baby? Will I grow a pregnant belly, with Rohan around, tying to help me stand and sit, to feed me and bear with my hormones?’ I brushed away that thought for now and handed him the coffee while he handed over me the baby. I toyed with him and placed a kiss on his forehead. I handed him over to his mom first and then reminded mom of her shopping.
“Oh god, I so forgot. Would you come with me? Please Richa?” mom pleaded. I wouldn’t leave a chance to go out with her. But before I could answer, my husband held my arm.
“Oh no mom, she’s all mine today. Tomorrow, you can have her all you want.” He winked and I stared at him with curiosity mixed with sadness. The mention of tomorrow made me frown. With teary eyes I looked up to meet his gaze. “You’re leaving tomorrow?” I asked. He looked at me with concerned eyes. He sighed hard and,
“Yes I have to leave tomorrow” these words started ringing in my ears and tears made a way. I cried and tears didn’t find a way to stop. I walked to my bed and sat, I don’t remember how long I was crying but once I looked up, I found Rohan standing right there. He sat down beside me and sighed. Before he could say anything, I flung my arms around him and hugged him tight. I whispered to him “I want all I can get of you baby, now, tonight. But I know I can never have enough of you” I said and tightened the hug.
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That night all my wildest dreams of making out came true. I didn’t want to lose a chance. I love this man and I will always love him no matter what. We made love numerous times and I was amazed at his efficient libido. It always seemed to peep out making him hard, again and again. It was 4 a.m. and we were curled into each other, our legs tangled. I smiled to this posture and shifted to move a little away. I got off to ease myself a bit and covered myself with his t-shirt. I used the washroom and when I came back to bed, I saw him wide awake, sitting with a note pad and pen. He was scribbling something. I went towards him and lied down. He joined me quickly.
“So tomorrow can we come drop you to the airport?” I asked with all pressure. I didn’t want to let him out of my sight anymore. I missed him when he was gone. I missed him all the time.
“Sure honey, I want a goodbye kiss” he said and I nudged him with my elbow.
“Don’t say that, it’s not a goodbye. It’s just temporary” I said frowning.
“I know sweetheart. But you never know...” I cut him off by placing my hand on his lips.
“Don’t. Not a word about it. I want you to come back, have babies with me. I can’t survive without you” I said and tears found their way from my eyes, down the cheeks as he wiped it away with his thumb.
“I hate it when you cry, please don’t” he said frowning. I loved the pout he gets when he frowns. I kissed him gently on his cheek. Suddenly he hovered on top of me and let out his love. He kissed me, nipped me, nibbled on my neck and bit down. It felt good. It went on about for long time until I felt him groan with hurry. It was a torture, a sweet one. I loved it. In minutes, we found our releases. He kissed me some more and found the sweet spot on my neck. I groaned and moaned and gasped in equal intervals of time. I then turned to him and kissed his neck and bit hungry bites. He groaned into my hair and tightened his grip on my waist. This make out was tiring and finally we gave in.
The next morning when I woke up, I found something heavy resting against me. My eyes fluttered open and I saw Rohan peacefully snoring soft snores on my chest with his face dug in the valley of my breasts. It was a sight worth watching. His nose slipped between the two ‘babies’ as he called it and his lips almost at the end. I carefully tried to push him aside but boy was he heavy. Finally giving in, I woke him up furiously shaking to and fro. It was 9 am. and we had only 8 more hours to spend together. After showering, I packed his bag with minimal amount of clothes and kept it ready. We went out for lunch but ended up eating street side food. When we finally came home, it was 3 am. A gush of nervousness and sadness filled me. In 2 hours, my Rohan would leave to serve his responsibility. Don’t get me wrong, I sure was proud of my baby, but for it to happen we had to stay apart.
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Time flew quickly. We were curled up on our bed, spooning and fingers tangled. No one spoke but things were being understood. I felt .......... a strong uncomfortable emotion. My heart, felt this tide of sadness and pride at the same time. I was feeling soft breathes he breathed out to my neck. I just wanted to seal this moment as it was and remain in his arms for eternity.
“Rohan?” I broke the silence.
“Hmm?”
“I love you” there was a silence and then the only reply to it was a bite on my neck and his hand tightened around me. I winced first.
“What was that for?” I asked him.
“It’s my imprint on you” he said and pecked my lips. “No one can eye you, you know” I sheepishly turned around and leaned down to his neck and bit there with all effort. He screamed and sat up instantly; I giggled and sat up too.
“Hey, what was that for? My friends are going to make a laugh out of me” he said frowning.
“Hmmm I don’t know" I playfully thought for a second "Guess what? You’re all mine” I said and winked. He caught hold of me and kissed me hungrily. Things heated up and within no time climaxes were reached again for nth number of time.
He got dressed in his uniform and we walked out, making sure our hickeys were not visible. He stood up to leave and things got emotional. A tear escaped my eye but I stifled my tears. I wanted to be strong, happy and make his trip back happy. So that he remembers our naughty nights and romance and not my crying face. As we pulled outside the airport, he got his bag out. Mom and Isha with her toddler walked towards the chairs where as I stuck to my husband. I only saw him doing actions and how at times his muscles flexed. He looked hot in his uniform and I knew of all that this gorgeous piece belongs to me and only me. We stood next to a pillar, him leaning over me, close enough our chests touched. After a cute and quick make out session, we walked to where mom and Isha were. Isha’s eyes moved to my lips and she smirked, I blushed. In minutes, announcement was made for the departure of his plane. My heart tugged. He hugged mom and kissed Vivan on his forehead. Isha was sad but he somehow playfully made her smile. Mom understood us and she went towards the washroom pushing Isha with her.
“You keep safe, okay Beta? Take care and love you” she said and left after kissing his forehead. He turned to me and hugged me. I looked into his eyes just to see sadness and pain of parting away from me, from his loved ones. I smiled and kissed his forehead too.
“See that you bathe often, take care of yourself and get your cuts healed okay?” I said while correcting his buttons and straightening his over jacket. “I love you more than anything in this world and I know you do the same.” He nodded.
“Now I won’t entertain any girl drama there. You’re mine, only and only mine. Am I understood?” I said looking into his eyes and continued “Proof? This” I said pointing to his hickey. His lips curled into a smile as he did a little salute “Come back for me Rohan, I am waiting.” I whisper into his ear. Now, he started parting. I left a final intense kiss on his lips and he returned it on my forehead. He started walking away and we parted. The last touch was our fingers tangled, left each other. He walked to the door and handed his ticket. While the guy was busy in putting him on the flight he was gazing into my eyes telling me how much I meant to him. Finally, he moved into the door and vanished from in front of my eyes with a final wave and touch to his heart.
That was the last time I kissed, hugged or saw my Rohan, ever again