The wedding was a simple affair in the Gurudwara with only some office staff attending it. Pinki and Adi were, of course, the happiest amongst those present and had actively helped in wedding arrangements. They had also arranged a small reception in the evening at one of the best hotels in the city. The real surprise came to Maan when Adi asked him to come with him for something important. He gave him the keys to one of the rooms in the hotel.

“Ye kya hai Adi?” Maan asked in his usual stern manner.

“Woh.. Sir.. He he he… Sir aapke liye suite booked hai hotel mein aaj ke liye.” Adi stuttered.

“Kya? Lekin maine to…”

“Sir. Ye staff ki taraf se gift hai, Sir.”

“Oh!” It touched Maan, although he did not explicitly show it, “Lekin iski zaroorat nahin hai Adi.” Maan turned back hoping to consult with Geet, but she wasn’t there.

“Woh… ladkiyan Geet ko andar le ja chuki hain Sir. Please Sir. Sab logon ne bahut pyaar se ye arrange kiya hai. Aap mana mat kijiyega.”

Maan gave a rare smile to Adi and walked towards the room.

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Geet was standing near the bed and then decided that she should sit on it, while waiting for Maan to come. But as she started to move away, the heavy zari work of her lehanga was caught in the curtains decorating the bed. When she tried to disentangle it with her hands, her hand jewelry (haath-phool) also got stuck in her lehanga and curtains, leaving her stuck and perplexed. Just then Maan entered the room and saw her struggling with the curtains. A smile formed on his lips. There couldn’t have been a more suitable beginning of his married life with Geet. His forever goofy Mishti was again struggling with something, which though trivial, will require him to come to her help. He enjoyed watching her struggle for a few second before he moved forward to help her.

Geet was so lost in her struggle that she hadn’t noticed Maan coming in. She was startled when he came to her, held her hands to stop her from trying further, bent down and freed her hands and lehanga from the curtain.

He stood up and looked at her with just a hint of smile on his lips and love and desire oozing out of his eyes.

Geet, on the other hand, was extremely embarrassed. This was not how she was to meet him on their first night. She should have been waiting for him on the bed, legs folded, hands around her knees. At least that was how it happened in the movies.

Maan noticed her embarrassment, but he assumed it was her nervousness.

“Dar lag raha hai Geet?” He asked her softly.

He was not completely wrong either. She, indeed, was nervous. She knew how passionate and possessive a lover Maan was. She wondered that if he let himself go, whether she will be able to survive his demands.

She nodded in reply.

“Lekin aaj iska mujh par koi asar nahin padne waala hai Geet. To apni saari himmat jama kar lo,” Maan traced her forehead with his index finger as he said this. Geet closed her eyes and took a deep breath to steady herself.

“Aao mere saath,” he put his arms around her shoulders and led her towards the dressing table. He made her sit on the stool in front of the mirror and stood behind her. They looked at themselves in the mirror for a few seconds. Then Geet noticed the intense look in his eyes and started looking down. Maan caressed her head and took the dupatta off her head. Geet closed her eyes to let his touch sink in. But Maan wasn’t going to allow her the relief.

“Aankhein kholo Geet. Aur dekho us aaine mein woh jo main har pal dekhta hoon. Aur samajhne ki koshish karo ki main kitna tadapta raha hoon itne dinon tak.”

It was an order! No compromises would be accepted. She opened her eyes and looked at the mirror.

Maan took off her Maang-teeka and kept it on the dressing table.

“Aaj tumhari maang bhar ke maine tumhein hamesha ke liye apna bana liya hai Geet. Aur ab se tum jab bhi mujhe tadpaogi, us tadap ko shaant bhi tumhein hi karna padega.”

Then he bent down and took off the ear-ring from her right ear. He nuzzled his nose on her bare earlobes and said, “Lekin aaj ki raat to lambi hone waali hai Geet. Kyonki aaj to tumhein meri itne dinon ki tadap shaant karni hai. Samajh rahi ho na tum?”

Geet took a deep breath and her eyes closed again. Maan noticed it quickly, “Maine tumhein aankhein band karne ki izaazat nahin di hai.”

Geet opened her eyes quickly, looking guilty like a child who had made a mistake despite repeated warnings.

Maan was thoroughly enjoying teasing her.

He moved to the other side to take off her other ear-ring. This time, after taking off the ring, he went ahead and bit her ear-lobe slightly. This made Geet gasp and she called out his name, “Maan!”

Maan stopped and looked at her, “Bas yahi ek shabd tumhein aaj ki raat bolne ki izaazat hai Geet. Sirf apna naam sunna chahta hoon main tumhari zubaan se. Iske alaawa hamare beech aaj lafzon ki bhi jagah nahin rahegi.”

Geet’s heart was beating at a furious rate. She remembered not to close her eyes, but she could not look straight either. She started looking down. Maan noticed this, but decided to let go.

He dug her hands her dupatta to reach her nape and unhooked her necklace. Then he brought his hands in the front and took off her necklace. Her hair were tied in a jooda and hence after the necklace was off, her neck was bare and accessible.

He made her stand up and tilt her neck to one side. He planted a kiss on her neck. The effect he was having on her was evident on Geet’s face. She looked helpless and completely at his mercy. He could have chained her up for life then, and she would not have resisted. Her own desires and vulnerability were evident in her body language and nothing escaped Maan’s notice.

Suddenly Geet shifted her feet a bit and her payal made a noise. Maan looked down at her feet and then shot her a glance that was almost angry at the interference.

“Bahut shor karti hain ye payal Geet. Lekin aaj main inhein bhi khud ko pareshaan nahin karne doonga,” saying this he kneeled on one of his knees, lifted her lahanga a bit and took off the payal. He used this opportunity to massage her ankles, relaxing and arousing her at the same time. He repeated the exercise with her other foot as well. He carelessly threw the discarded payal on the dressing table with rest of her jewelry.

Before undressing her further, Maan quickly opened the buttons of his sherwani and took off the kurta. It left his upper body bare except for the taveez. Geet looked at him and despite her best efforts she could not hide how incredibly attracted she felt towards him. Maan liked what he saw on Geet’s face. He was getting what he wanted. He did not say anything to her though. He wanted to drive her to the edge and make her as needy as he was, so that they could enjoy their union together.

He slipped one of his hands under her blouse on her shoulder to take off the pin that was holding her dupatta. Geet was not expecting his touch and almost stumbled as he did that. He had to support her before taking off the pin. Before doing the same on her other shoulder, he made her sit on the stool once again. With this he completely took off her dupatta and she felt extremely exposed with her low-cut blouse and exposed belly. Once the dupatta was off, Maan noticed her bangles and haath-phool. He took off the haath-phools first from both her hands and then turned his attention to her bangles. He was taking extreme care is taking off the bangles, still the last one broke and also hurt Geet a little. A small drop of blood came out of her hands. Maan panicked and immdiately started sucking the blood away to stop the flow. He did not realize that the injury was not causing much pain to Geet, but his sucking her wound was arousing her like crazy. He noticed all this only when she took his name once again, quite breathlessly, “Maan!”

He looked up at her and realizing what had happened, smiled a bit. Taking a cue from the effect, he started licking and sucking her fingers one by one. Geet’s other hand moved to his hair and she started digging into them and caressing them roughly. Maan left her fingers then, cupped her face and suddenly drew her into a long kiss on lips. When he broke the kiss she was panting and was breathless. She could not control herself any longer. She got up and hugged him tight taking his name once again, “Maan!” Maan happily reciprocated her hug.

When they broke the hug, he was not left with any more patience. He was sure he had achieved what he wanted to. He picked her up in his arms, took her to the bed and settled her on it. Then he himself climbed the bed and lied beside her, completely trapping her by putting his long hands and legs on top of her.

He loosened her hair out of the jooda and said, “Geet. Lagta hai abhi tak to tumhein bahut mazaa aaya hai. Tumhari himmat ke test ka level thoda badhana padega.”

Saying this he moved to be on top of her, kissed and nibbled at her entire body senselessly, practically ripped apart their clothes and devoured her to his heart’s content.

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To be continued