Welcome Aboard!!

“Mr. Karki…Mr. Karki!! You are needed here.” The nurse shouted in the large wide corridor.

“Come on, fast otherwise you are gonna miss it!” The nurse’s voice was louder and sharp with excitement.

The hospital was like a fish market in the corridors but the patients were saved from the noises with the help of soundproof doors.

Aasma Luitel and the surname Luitel was changed into Karki later after marrying the guy, her parents had searched for, Tapash Karki.

She was 5’7, skinny and fair with her hair blackish in color. Tapash was 3 inch taller than her with a moustache in his face. His eyes were hidden with a pair of spectacles and his hair black and part of it were dyed brown.

The life had suddenly changed for her after the marriage as the girl who used to wake up at 10 in the morning had to wake up before anyone in the family and prepare breakfast for them.

The girl who used to enjoy her time in the evening had to help, prepare the dinner for the entire family and work till late night now, and then she would get some time to rest.

The married life just started for that little skinny girl and a different delight was added to it. The laziness that used to be there in the past broke up with her and she would enjoy serving for her new family; she knew she had entered a new phase.

Aasma always felt special and she took every day as a new experience; she called home every alternate day as the newly wed bride would definitely miss her home.

Tapash was always busy and working as he got a job recently and now he had to support one more person from his limited salary. He used to take his work seriously.

Aasma was also a graduate in management. She used to work before her marriage and left her job two weeks before the big event.

She wanted to work after marriage too and the modern age in laws of hers, had no problem with that.

She knew, her day would be hectic if she gets a job as she would have to work outside and serve her family too but she was ready for a new challenge.

She set out for a job hunt. Her networks and connections was all taken as helpful sources for the hunt.

Tapash was happy seeing what she was doing for his family, helping him being one hand to lift the family; him being the other hand.

The lady of the current era would prefer challenges to boredom. The job hunt was finally over after two when her father’s friend was looking for a new employee and he couldn’t even think of hiring someone else.

Aasma had to settle accounts in a private cooperative and her alimony was satisfactory.

Tapash never touched her but there was always a little bit of mischief in him.

He knew there’s no deeper meaning in the intercourse if there’s no love between them. The marriage was just a seed, to grow up a plant for the love.

The life of both of them was going normal and the love was growing day by day. They would share the bed, their life, their day. They would talk about their past incidents and just spend the night.

The feelings started to evolve in both of their hearts. Aasma had always a certain amount of respect for her husband. It increased day by day seeing how her beloved husband, Tapash supported her in her every decision.

Aasma would wake up early as she could; it had become her routine. She would prepare breakfast and brunch for her family and then she would head off for her job.

She would return back at five in the evening, all tired and exhausted. She would rest for some minutes, and then she had to prepare dinner and work for her family again.

Her mother in law would help her but her tired skinny body had to work throughout the day.  It had become her daily timetable and she was used to it.

The two months had already passed by like the speed of light and Aasma had a new life, new family and a job.

Tapash had a mischief in his mind and thought it may lead his way to the expression of his love.

Aasma entered the room after finishing that day’s work, tired and exhausted as always.

She changed her dresss and put on her night dress and her feet were leading her toward her side of the bed. Tapash was in the mood that night.

She slowly let his hands go free towards her body and his fingers walked slowly on her body teasing her.

He caressed her body with no harm, slowly slid his left hand over her body and pulled her towards him, hugging her.

She was facing the other side, wide awake but Aasma had no objection; she knew they both loved each other and sooner or later, this had to happen.

Tapash made her turn to the right and made her face him.

“You are beautiful and I have never said it in words, but I love you.” He said those words slowly and clearly.

Those words were followed by a kiss in her forhead. Tapash then slowly felt her face with his left hands, pushing her some lonely hairs that were blocking the view of her face, to their usual place.

He slithered towards her like a reptile; his face closer to hers and his eyes didn’t even move an inch from her face.

Aasma couldn’t even look at his face, her cheeks changing its color to red. The shyness that was filled inside had to come out one day.

Tapash then very subtly used his thumb and index finger, pulled her chin upwards to the last inch between their lips. He then tilted his head towards the hand holding her chin, slowly kissing the jawbone, below the corner of her mouth.

He then leans back, pulled her chin closer calmly and gently and proceeded towards her lips and then touched it with his lips. Tapash then opened and closed his lips with passion and love that could be felt inside his body.

Tapash then leaned back to give her some time to react; he didn’t want to make her feel bad. He realized his wife showing no objection and that gave him the permission to continue his act.

Slowly and gently within few minutes, they both were set free from their clothes and Aasma finally got her seal of love broken and handed her body to Tapash with pleasure.

The next morning, she couldn’t even face him. She woke up like the usual routine, made breakfast for the family and left for work. The evening was the same as usual. She then headed towards her room with mixed feelings as her hidden reactions couldn’t escape now from his eyes.

“Did you feel bad about last night?” He asked.

She couldn’t even reply anything but smile and that was enough for Tapash to know that she was okay with it.

He then grabbed her hands, pulled her towards him and kissed her Good night with so much love.

The ritual of kisses started from that very day. He would always kiss her goodnight and she would gift him the morning kiss.

Within the few weeks, fatigue would weaken her body and nausea interfered her life.

She visited the hospital to check if anything was wrong but the doctor poured her the message of happiness that she was going to become a mother.

Her eyes were filled with the tears of joy and she decided to tell the news to her husband, that night.

The day went as the usual routine and she waited for the moon to sparkle its light and the sun to bid goodbye so that she could sit face to face with her love.

She finally finished her that day chores and went to her room. Tapash was going through some documents and his eyes were fixed on those papers.

“I need to talk to you about something.”  She interrupted him.

He gave those documents, one last glance and put them beside the bed and he was ready to hear what she had to say.

She walked near him and sat beside him.

“We are having a baby. I came to know…”

He kissed her because of the happiness before she could even complete her sentence.

Tapash was so happy that his delight could be felt with the tears that he was trying to hide with his smile.

They announced the news to the family. The doctor had given the date of late December.

During the period, Aasma was forced to resign from her job. Her loving family would compel her to rest and her mother in law wouldn’t let her enter the kitchen.

Aasma had to urinate often, her breast size changed and the dizziness had built a strong bond with her. The back pain and headaches would also awaken her.

The family gave her healthy and nutritious food to keep up with the pain.

They made ample effort and provided enough support to make her ready for the delivery.

The husband and wife used to decide the name of the child and bring various alternatives; to name him this if he is a boy or to name her this if she’s a girl and they would get lost in the conversation of love.

It was December. The delivery date nearing day by day and Aasma was excited and nervous, in an emotional dilemma of mixed feelings.

The early morning of Christmas gave her the labor; the prelabor had visited her three times before, on December but this one was longer and breaking the bags of water.

The family rushed her to the hospital. The labor was not the false labor as the previous ones. The doctor asked Tapash to admit her and get her a bed.

After few hours , a new legacy was about to be started when the nurse called Tapash, who had just walked out of door to drink some water.

He was always there beside his wife, Aasma supporting her.

Aasma then brought a new infant, her baby daughter to this world, gifting her family, the start of their new generation.

The same girl, who sacrificed her family, to enter someone else’s life, married and as a wife, serving them with all her heart and passion and loving her husband, gifting the body, making love, now was officially a mother.

Those tiny hands were in front of her eyes which were begging her to hold it forever and guide her. The small legs and the pretty crying face made the parents shed the tears of joy.

The life would gift us with many things; even the smallest of things in life can bring tears out of those weak eyes.

The tears must not be wasted for someone but could be transformed into tears of joy and could be used for some rare occasions.

The Christmas gifted them with one more family member to love that would make them cherish their life till their last breath.

The next day, she was discharged and free to go and enter her home sweet home with one more character added in her life story.

The relatives and other members of the family were waiting for Aasma and the cute heaven in her home, all of them ready to light their eyes with the gift of the human nature.

Aasma finally reached her home, and Aasma and Tapash had already decided the name of the child.

The door was open with everyone waiting for her on the doorstep,

“Welcome home, Atkrisha Karki!!” she said.