The fate seemed to have decided that everything will work to increase Maan’s fury that day. They were passing through some small, deserted streets that Maan had taken to avoid the traffic, when the car broke down suddenly. It had started raining too by then. Maan hit the steering so hard in frustration that Geet jerked back scared.
Maan noticed this and on realizing that he was scaring her, he took deep breath to calm himself down.
“Geet, tum pareshaan mat ho. Main ghar phone kar ke driver se doosri car mangwata hoon. Aur service center waale is car ko le jayenge.”
Geet nodded.
While Maan was on phone, Geet looked out of the car and an idea came to her to calm Maan down. She opened the door, got out and started enjoying the rain. Maan was startled. He came out as soon as he had finished the calls.
“Geet. Pagal ho gai ho. Abhi hamein ghar jaane mein bhi time lagega. Itni der bheegi rahi to tabiyar kharaab ho jayegi.”
“Shukr hai aap kuchh bole to. Warna shaam se bas gusse mein ghoore ja rahe hain.”
“Ye kaun sa tareeka hai mujhse kuchh bulwane ka. Car ke andar chalo Geet.”
“Nahin. Mujhe baarish mein bheegne mein mazaa aa raha hai.”
“Geet!” Maan pulled her hard towards himself and she ended up almost embracing him.
“Tumhein mujhe pareshaan karne mein bahut mazaa aata hai na?” Geet knew this heavy, seductive voice of his. But it felt dangerous on a road with no privacy whatsoever.
“Maan… Aap…”
“Tumhein pata hai tumhari ye badi badi aankhein kitni badmaashi karti hain? Ye chahti hain ki main bas inmein dooba rahoon – din-raat. Jab ye mere saamne nahin hoti hain tab bhi apni yaad dilati rahti hain. Pareshaan ho jaata hoon main.”
Geet looked down, shy and nervous.
“Aur ye tumhare baal. Jab tum subah inhein dho kar mere saamne aati ho, to ye tumhare gore, maasoon chehre par bikhar ke mujhe chidhate rahte hain. Ki hata do hamein aur choom lo is chehre ko. Lekin tum college jaane ka bahana kar ke bhaag jati ho. Aur shaam ko ye sookh kar, tumhare kandhon par lahrate hain, phir mujhe chidhate hain. Lekin kabhi tumhein padhai karni hoti hai, to kabhi Dadi Ma se kaam hota hai.”
He pushed back the loose strands of her now wet hair from her face, caressing her face roughly in the process.
“Aur ye tumhare hoth,” he ran his fingers across her trembling lips, “Jab main door hota hoon to shararat se muskurate rahte hain. Aur jab paas aata hoon to aise kaampne lagte hain jaise ki choom loon to tum behosh ho jaogi.”
His lips were so close to hers that she could feel his breath on her lips as he spoke. Her heart was beating furiously. She was shivering from the cold of the rain as well as the anticipation of his next move. But he did not kiss her and pulled back a bit.
“Kabhi tumne khud ko dhyaan se aaine mein dekha hai Geet. Jiske saamne jaati ho uski hi saansein ruk jati hain. Aur maine tumhein kaha hai na ki Saaree mein tum is duniya ki nahin lagti ho, itni khoobsoorat lagti ho. Phir kyon ye pahan kar mujhe aur sab logon ko itna pareshaan karti ho Geet? Is maasoom chehre ke peechee itna shararati dimaag kaise hai?” He stared at her from top to the bottom and she felt like his eyes were penetrating her entire being, practically undressing her with their force.
With just his words he had affected her so much that she felt like she would swoon.
“Maan please…”
“Kyon Geet? Jab khud itna pareshaan karti ho, tab to ek pal ke liye nahin sochti ki saamne waale par kya beet rahi hogi. Abhi tumhein kyon pareshaani ho rahi hai?”
But he had noticed how she was going weak and picked her up in his arms. He looked around and saw a small building under constructions. It looked like a row of shops. The ground floor had the roof done and they could take shelter there. He took her there and then put her down, still supporting her.
Suddenly there was lightening and thunder that scared Geet and she clung to Maan. Maan had already controlled himself all this while and he had none of it left in him now. He hugged her tight and soon started caressing her back and kissing her neck sensuously.
He grabbed her hair and pulled her head backwards to get access to her neck from the front. He planted shiver-inducing kisses there and moved downwards. When her Saree’s pallu came in his way, he pulled it off, tearing it partially at the shoulder where it was pinned. They were totally lost in the moment oblivious to their bizarre surroundings.
But Maan’s phone rang and brought them back to reality. As soon as Geet realized that they were making out in the middle of nowhere, she became very conscious and started adjusting her clothes and hair. Thankfully the Saree was not torn completely and she could adjust her pallu to some extent. Maan smiled naughtily at her and picked up the phone. The driver had come with the car. Maan gave him the directions and led Geet out of the building to go to the car. The transparent Saree was clinging to her wet body. He would keep her like that 24/7 if it weren’t impossible to do health wise, he thought. But only for himself, not in front of others. So, he took off his coat and draped it on her shoulder. Geet heself was conscious of her state and happily took the coat.
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“Main change kar ke aati hoon,” Geet started going towards the bathroom as soon as they had entered their room.
It was one of those quirks of Geet which made Maan even more hungry for her. Despite their passionate moments in the bed, she never changed in front of him. That gave him an idea for the foreplay.
He stopped her from going to the bathroom by putting his hand on her shoulder and then pulled her towards him. He had a sensuous way of touching her that always made her feel as if it was the first time they were coming close physically. He slipped the coat off her. This time he patiently unpinned her pallu before taking it off her shoulder. Then he went around her with the saree in his hand so that it started coming out of her petticoat. His gaze was fixed on her throughout as if he was devouring her from all sides. He came to face her once the Saree was completely off her body and had fallen on the ground. He took her hand in his and brought it near his heart.
“Geet. In geele kapdon mein mujhe sardi lag jayegi. Meri madad nahin karogi?”
Geet gasped in nervousness at his suggestive remark. But she did what he wanted her to do and started unbuttoning his shirt with her trembling hands. She stopped after all the buttons were open. He helped himself out of the shirt and let it fall on the ground. He, then, switched off the lights before undressing her and himself further and taking her quivering form to the bed to claim as his own.
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Later in the evening, Geet was picking up the Saree from the floor while Maan was sitting on the bed leaning on the headboard with his legs stretched out. He was still staring continuously at Geet and Geet felt this. To distract him, she said, “Maan. Itni achchhi Saree aapne phaad di.”
“Achchha hi hua Geet,” Maan replied coolly getting down from the bed inviting a surprised look from Geet.
“Main chahta bhi nahin ki tum ye Saree pahan kar kissi ke saamne jao. Mujhse bardasht nahin hota,” he had changed his tone to a seductive one as he said this.
“Maan. Aap bhi na,” Geet laughed slightly trying to hide her nervousness.
Maan had reached to her by then. He held her by shoulders standing behind her and said in the same seducitve tone, “Main mazaak nahin kar raha hoon Geet. Sach mein soch raha hoon ki is kamre ke bahar tumahre Saree pahanne bar ban laga doon.”
“Par… aisa… kaise ho… sakta hai?” Geet asked in broken sentence affected once again by his touch and voice.
“Kyon nahin ho sakta?”
“Woh… Mera matlab hai..” she struggled to find the right words for a while and then it occured to her, “Ab college mein bhi to… kabhi kabhi Saree… pahanna zaroori hota hai… kuchh functions par.”
Maan smiled indulgently, which she did not see since he was standing behind her and her eyes were downcast not looking at him. She took every word of his seriously, didn’t she?
He leaned closer to her ears and said, “Hmm.. Theek hai. Lekin kuchh to karna hoga Geet,” some naughty thought had struck him, “To aaj se tum Saree sirf mere liye pahnogi. Jab bhi pahnogi, sabse pahle tumhein main dekhoonga. Aur agar mujhe manzoor ho tabhi tum woh Saree pahan kar bahar jaogi. Theek hai?”
Geet innocently nodded her head and he was once again overwhelmed with her complete devotion and submission to him. He turned her around and hugged her tight. How could he ever get insecure about his Geet, he wondered. This girl had submitted her entire existence to him. She would agree even if he told that her he would run her life. Which he wouldn’t do, of course, because he loved his fearless, confident, fierce sherni.
“Geet. Tum sirf meri ho.” He declared confidently tightening his hug even further.
– The End –