Marriage - Part 4

A couple of weeks had passed, and it was Friday night. Kishor was relaxing in front of the TV, when Bhavna came along and seated herself next to him.
"How about we take a trip tomorrow ? " , she asked him casually. He sat up. A trip? Really ? How long since they had done that ?
"I have heard that GD farms is still a nice place" , she continued. "They are still open?" , he asked. GD Farms was a place a few kilometers outside the city, where they used to go away on secret romantic escapades many years ago, before marriage. It had large open spaces, gardens and restaurants.

He got up early in the morning, and found that Bhavna was already up. "We need to fill up the car with fuel on the way.." , he was telling her.
"I have already filled up!" , came back the cheerful reply. He thought nothing of it and went back to being ready.
When they were ready to go, Bhavna was wearing a bright orange kurta and jeans. He again admired her form and thought how well most clothes fit her. He on the other hand, was barely managing to keep his weight in check, thanks to the brisk morning walks taken with her.
When they went down, he was about to take the car keys out and walk towards it, when she placed a hand on his. "We know how we are going right...?" , she whispered in her ear. He should have known..when she said she had filled up. The lady was good with planning... And convincing.
She walked towards their machine (it was no longer 'his', it was 'theirs' , in every sense now). He had given up assuming or debating over who would ride. And anyway, he preferred to be led, rather than lead, these days. And lead him she did. She got the bike off its stand and started to tie a bright green dupatta as a scarf over her head. The ride was long, and she thought she could use some protection against the dust and the fumes.
A swift kick brought the engine of the Yamaha to its life. Her husband sat behind her, confident that she would do a better job of getting them there on a motorcycle, than he would.
The morning was crisp and clear. The traffic was light, and soon they were making good progress in the city roads. Though Kishor now was a bit less bothered by being seen riding pillion on a motorcycle with a lady, he was now slowly getting used to it.
He tried to look out for how many other women on bikes he saw on the city streets. That morning, before the rush hour began, he didnt see many. A couple of college girls on a Hero Honda. A woman dropping a young kid somewhere on a Bajaj.
Soon though, they were out of the city, and onto the highway. His wife increased the speed of the bike on the free roads. He hugged her waist from behind , and inched closer to her. Though she didnt say it at the moment, Bhavna was pleased with this action of her husband. During these rides, and especially now that they were out of city bounds, her husband didnt mind sitting close together on a bike. She could understand.. when they were younger, and unmarried, she tried her her level best not to be seen sitting with him or even hugging him on the bike. It was only during long rides when he took her out of the city that she used to. Just as he was now. The road got narrow and twisty, but had pleasant surroundings and light traffic. Bhavna road with poise and comfort she herself didnt know she was capable of. The couple thoroughly enjoyed the half an hour so bike ride.
Soon though, they were at the GD Farms gates. When they were younger, it was a favourite place amongst young lovers looking for some privacy. It seemed still unchanged, though there werent as many vehicles as there used to be.
She parked the motorcycle outside, and they walked through the gates hand in hand. The gardens were just as green as they used to be, and the fields just as vast and lush as they remembered them from all those years ago.
As they walked along, Kishor didnt even realise when his wife had put an arm around his shoulders and drawn him closer. So engrossed was he in the idle chitchat with his wife, that he was startled when she suddenly stopped him, and pointed at something.
It was a big stone. The Stone. It was a smooth, round shaped one, big enough for a person to sit. It was on this stone, fifteen years ago, that Kishor was sitting on, when he pulled a standing and slightly reluctant Bhavna onto his lap, and gave her a deep, passionate kiss.
Their first ever kiss.
They looked at each other and giggled. Before he knew it, Bhavna was leading him by the hand towards it. And...she had seated herself too. He just stood there, unsure of what to do. Clasping his hand firmer, his wife pulled him closer towards her. He didnt understand what was expected of him next... His wife , gently pulled him and guided him to sit on her lap. He lowered himself, totally in control of her now. Her thighs felt soft underneath him, he had never been on her lap before.
She was looking into his eyes and stroking his hair. She felt his tense body relaxed a bit, and brought his face closer to her. Their lips met, and were held into the longest, sweetest kiss they had in a long time.
They hugged, for a long time. He felt more and more comfortable being led by his wife, even if it meant sitting on her lap, just like she used to, on his.
"Long time right...." , she said. With one arm around his waist, she adjusted him so that he could sit more comfortably on her lap. What she didnt know that he already felt quite good, just being there. They were giggling like schoolchildren.
Lets take a walk, she suggested. They were wandering through the tallish blades in the fields when she mused "Do you remember, how you used to carry me across the fields on your back?".. "Hahaha...yes, I do.. "
"But wait a minute..I am too old for this.. you dont expect me to .." , he broke off. His wife had gotten right in front of him, and was standing close. He should have known.. .
"Are you sure..." , he began... She had already taken both his hand over each of her shoulder, and was bending over. He felt his legs leave the ground as they both bent over... "C'mon, yaar, climb on..", she was telling him. He decided to play along, and didnt want to dampen his wife's enthusiasm for old times. He wrapped his legs around her waist. She straightened up, giggling. Taking his legs in her arms, she bounced him up and down a bit to get a more comfortable. He couldnt control his laughter and enthusiasm too now.
He couldnt believe, his wife, a woman, was actually carrying him, a full sized guy. But she was. She was a lot fitter than she looked, or he cared to notice beforehand.
She was now walking...small and careful steps, but very confident, and did not stumble at all. They were both laughing like crazy..
He nuzzled her hair and planted a soft kiss on her cheek from behind. "do you think you should give me a chance now...?", he asked, still laughing..
"C'mon...am I not good enough for you..?"
"Its not that...but.." , ohh well, he might as well enjoy it to the fullest. He planted yet another gentle kiss on her cheeks. He found that they had walked almost back to the parking area, where she had parked their motorcycle.
She had paused for breath.. "Aawww, I dont want to get down.." , he pretended to crib.. "Who says you have to sweetie.." , she bounced him to a comfortable position once more, and off they were. "I...I...was just kidding.." ,
"No problems sweetie, I think we can make it to the bike" ,
And she did, even the slight incline that led to the parking. He had got down to let her get on the bike. As she got it off the stand, he went and seated himself on the fuel tank, between the handlebars and her, both legs dangling on the same side. He grabbed her face and gave her one more long, passionate kiss. She responded with the same vigour....
He continued to hug her, when he felt her letting go of her hand on his back, and grabbing the handlebar.
She started the bike, and put it in gear.. "Hold on sweetie.." , and off they were. he was still seated one sided on the fuel tank, hugging her tightly. She rode the bike, with the guy sitting on her front, slowly, and carefully. They were both laughing themselves silly.

(To be continued..)