Love of my Life

17.

Sid hastily came inside and closed the door before giving Sana a tight hug, a hug which they needed desperately, whichthey yearned for each other, how much they missed each other, and the hug which lasted forever until he heard her sobbing. She whimpered clutching him hard venting out all the pain and fear she had of losing him. "Bas ho gaya... mat ro Sana... please yaar... already I am drowning in guilt... I will never shout at you.. I will not promise but I will try... okay... mujhe gussa aa jata jaldi.. I am short tempered." Sid tried to pacify her.

"Kitna rulaya tumne..." Sana said smacking his chest, giving Sid a smile in his face hearing 'Tum' again... quite a jaunt he thought breathing out a laugh!

"Ab darwaze main hi kada karogi andar nahi bulaogi?" he said relaxed still hugging her tight with his chin on her head.

She jerked, parted from him and asked him to come inside, "Oh, sorry.. aao na.."

"Nice home" Sid said sitting in the living room sofa. "Thanks, paani piyoge?" Sana asked smiling and getting her brightness back to her face.

"Bhook lagi hain.. kuch khila de, aur coffee ho toh who bhi pila de yaar, I have a headache." he asked without hesitation like how he would have asked with full rights to his mother.

Sana felt exhilarated listening his demand. She smiled with all her teeth out, "Sure, abhi layi..." and ran towards kitchen with Sid behind her standing in the entrance of kitchen with folded hand and legs crossed and his right shoulder supported in wall with a bright smile.

Her mom had made Roti and Potato subzi in the morning which they packed for flight journey and also kept some for Sana and Subbu. She heated the subzi and rolled some fresh roti for Sid taking small glances of him who was standing in the door, striking a pose looking absolutely handsome. She also cut some cucumber for him as salad and made boondi raitha, heated the milk for coffee,  and suddenly Sid came and hugged her from behind holding her waist. 

"I missed you, baby," he said pecking her cheeks. Sana was blushing with the proximity, she loved it though. She had always seen her dad holding her mom from behind when she worked in kitchen and admired it and when it happened with her she felt happy, blessed to experience that with Sid, her love of life. 

"Me too..." saying she went to her silent demur again, thinking of her happiness can fade and controlled her emotions. "Come food is ready sit on the dinning table, I will bring the coffee." Sana holding the plate and glass of water walked towards the table and kept the plates down. Sid hold her arms and pulled her towards him, "Kya hua hain Sana, kyun udaas hain? Sit here na.." he asked.

"Kuch nahi... I will sit.. just give me a minute.. I will grab the coffee and come." She again ran inside the kitchen and came back with piping hot filter coffee. "Eat na.. it will get cold." she said asking him to eat the food. 

"Hmm.. wow aloo curry is so good. I am famished... subah se kuch nahi khaya.. You also eat.. come.." he feed a morsel of roti and subzi to her and she happily ate it from his hand drinking her coffee. "Wow yaar kya amazing coffee banayi hain.. this is too good.. never had a South Indian coffee before..." 

He was enjoying his food and coffee, no worries, no inhibitions, as if he is at his home comfortable but Sana she was in a different zone, having cyclone of emotions running inside her. Anger for him building up to make her feel vulnerable and pathetic, fear of him at home with her alone, fear of society, people, neighbors, family. Her face just showed everything running inside her, she could not hide that away from Sid. She did not want to share her feelings with him fearing his anger and judgement but Sid could see everything, her face was like a mirror of her heart and mind she cannot hide anything from him.