Note on the OS

Before the wedding, when Geet refused to shift to the main mansion from the outhouse, Maan arranged for CCTV cameras in her room so that he could keep an eye on her all the time. It was for her safety, but it could lead to other interesting things as well. One of those have been explored in this OS.

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Geet threw her dupatta on the bed and started taking off her kurti. And then she suddenly remembered the cameras, looked at the one which must be capturing her at the moment. She was shocked and embarrassed. She hurried towards the bathroom with her night dress.

Was he there? Did he …? Her embarrassment knew no bounds. What would he think? But he won’t be monitoring the camera. He himself might have just returned to his room after the tiring day filled with rituals. He definitely wasn’t there. She was convincing herself of this as she came out of the bathroom; only to find him in her room. He hadn’t yet changed his clothes.

“Aap?” She stopped in her tracks.

“Haan, main. Kyon nahin aa sakta?” He sounded perfectly normal and started moving towards her.

If she had not been so nervous about her situation, she would have retorted that he wasn’t allowed in her maayka at night. But she wasn’t in her senses. Did he? Did he not?

He had come close to her by then. His eyes were penetrating her entire being. He ran his index finger across her temple. She closed her eyes and involuntarily whispered his name, “Maan!”

Maan came behind her and dug his hands into her hair. He started playing with her hair, which was untied. He was also occasionally caressing her neck, nape and shoulders.

“Kya baat hai Geet? Kuchh kahna chahti ho?” His voice was still steady and normal, as if he wasn’t driving her crazy with his seductive moves, but was disucssing when to leave for the office!

Geet moved away from him. She wasn’t going to be able to think clearly, if he kept doing THAT to her.

“Aap is waqt yahan kyon aaye hain?”

He came close to her again, moved her hair to one side and made her gasp by opening the back zip of her night dress a bit. He slid it a little from her shoulder, almost as much as she had slid her kurti when she had forgotten about the camera.

“Ye dekhne ke liye ki agar main tumhare saamne rahunga, phir bhi tum bhaag jaogi kya?”

She closed her eyes and bit her lower lips, when he said that. He had seen it. She was highly embarrassed and yet felt a sweet tingling. She was losing it. She had to come back to her senses.

Pushed by this thought, she gathered herself together and moved away from him once more, adjusting her top and adjusting her hair on the back so that her back revealed by the partly unzipped dress got covered. She was facing away from him.

Maan smiled indulgently as he saw her doing all this. He decided that he had tortured her enough for one day. Anyway, the wedding was not far away! He could wait.

Geet took a deep breath to get back in control and turned towards Maan with fake anger. She flustered for a bit when she saw him smiling, but soon regained her composure and pretended to scold him.

“Aapko raat mein mere maayke mein aana mana hai, pata hai na aapko? Aur abhi koi light bhi nahin gayi hai ki mere dar ke bahane aap yahan aa gaye hain.”

Maan was taken aback to see the change in her, but why should he be surprised. This was his sherni. What else could be expected of her? She would attack back, of course.

“Geet. Jitne ulte-seedhe kayde banane hain, shaadi tak bana lo. Ab to shaadi bhi door nahin hai. Phir uske baad tumhara koi bahana nahin chalega.”

“Ye aap mujhe baar-baar shaadi ke baad ki dhamki kyon dete rahte hain? Shaadi ke baad kya kha jayenge aap mujhe?”

As usual she had spoken in front of him without thinking. His indulgent smile became naughty.

He came to her and said, “Kuchh aisa hi samajh lo.”

Geet was again too embarrassed to think of a retort. She did not meet his eyes and kept looking here and there in nervousness.

He suddenly lifted her in his arms. As she looked into his eyes, which seemed to devour her in their own loving way, she gave up all the resistance. If he wanted her, he would have her today. Who was she to resist anyway? She was his wax doll. He could mould her in any way he wanted. And she loved it that way. The only thing that mattered to her was that he was there. Her lover, her saviour, her God. She did not have to think of right and wrong, when he made a decision.

He settled her on the bed and sat beside her.

“Tumhein mujh par bharosa hai na Geet?”

“Bhagwan se bhi zyada.”

“Bas itna hi chahiye Geet. Main tumhare bharose ka imtihaan nahin loonga. Main tumhara intezaar karoonga Geet. Aur agar tumehin pareshaani hai to… hum camera hatwa denge. Tumhari security ka main koi aur intezaam…”

She put her hand on his lips, “Jo cheez mujhe aapke kareeb rakhti ho, usse mujhe pareshaani kaise ho sakti hai?”

She always managed to surprise and overwhelm him with her trust in him. Sometimes he truly felt like a God, because she treated him like one.

He smiled and moved close to her. His lips were coming close to hers. She had closed her eyes. He surprised her by kissing on her cheek instead. She opened her eyes and blushed.

“Mujhe apne kareeb mahsoon karna chahti ho Geet?”

She did not say anything in reply. She did not even nod. She just looked at him with with her innocent, trusting eyes, which had a ‘yes’ in them.

He pulled her close, put one of his hands on her back and dug through her hair to caress her bare back. She was startled, as she wasn’t expecting this from him now.

“To aaj raat apne dress ki zip band mat karna. Mujhe mahsoos karti rahogi.”

He suddenly left her, gave her a naughty smile and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. By the time she understood what he had said, he was already gone. She blushed heavily and tried to unsuccessfully touch her back, where he had touched her. Then she lied down smiling.

Maan came back to look at the camera footage after changing for the night. She was asleep. Suddenly she turned in her sleep and was now lying on her stomach. He could see her open zip through her hair. He had thought of teasing her, but looked like he was going to be the one unable to sleep that night. He wasn’t sure what was driving him crazier. That she was so beautiful and desirable or the innocence and infinite trust with which she was ready to do everything he asked of her?