Geet couldn’t help wondering how he had controlled himself for so long. Before their wedding and even after it. Because ever since they had united physically for the first time, his hunger for her seemed to be increasing day by day instead of satiating.
‘Har raat ko…’ Geet blushed while thinking about it, even though she was alone in the bathroom preparing to take a shower.
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Every night he had his demands. Sometimes Geet would be very tired, but when she saw his pleading, yet possessive eyes; when she felt his loving, yet rough and demanding touch, she could not say “No”.
She could not say ‘no’ to him because she knew that if she did say ‘no’, he would back off immediately. Her trust on him was infinite and he had never broken the trust. He was rough and passionate in bed. He would pull her hard, clutch her with all the force, pin her down, turn her around and move her to his satisfaction, bite her while kissing and yet even a slightest sign of her discomfort would make him stop immediately. And if she was indeed uncomfortable, it never escaped his notice. He invariably found out and stopped; or at least slowed down. Initially she used to get embarrassed when that happened. But he had done everything possible to make her understand that there was nothing to be ashamed about.
“Geet. Tum ye galatfahmi apne dimaag se nikaal do ki tum khud taqleef sah kar mujhe khush rakh sakti ho. Meri or dekho Geet,” he had lifted her chin to make her look into his eyes. The desire that was oozing out of them a while back had been replaced by love, concern and assurance. Geet had felt comfortable and safe as she looked into those eyes, “Tum jaanti ho ki mujhe kaise pata chal jaata hai jab tumhein taqleef hoti hai?”
She had nodded her head in negative.
“Kyonki agar tumhein achchha nahin lagta hai Geet, to mujhe bhi achchha lagna band ho jaata hai. Hamari khushi, aur hamari taqleefein alag nahin ho sakti hain. Samajh rahi ho na meri baat?”
Geet had replied with a nod again, but affirmative this time.
“To ab tumhein pata hai ki tumhein kya karna hai?”
“Kya karna hai?” She had asked innocently.
Maan was bewitched by her innocence. He had drawn her close and had planted a kiss on her forehead before explaining, “Agar tumhein kuchh bhi bura lage, ya taqleef ho to tumhein usi waqt mujhe batana hai.”
“Oh… woh.. nahin… haan…”
He had laughed slightly seeing her fidget and had immediately silenced her by attacking her lips with his own.
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Geet came out of her thoughts and found herself panting simply by remembering that night.
She looked at the night dress in her hand that she had to wear after taking the shower and wondered what the night had in store for her.
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She had never said “no” to him until four days ago. It was nature’s decision, not hers. Her periods had started. He would have to wait for four days, she had explained feeling all shy and embarrassed. He had also noticed the look of guilt on her face. She was feeling guilty for denying him, even for this reason. He could not help feeling enamoured with her love and devotion to him. He must have done something really good to deserve this love! He figured that trying to tell her that he did not mind would not necessarily make her feel good. She might, instead, start singing his praises. Absurd as it seemed, that’s how she was. And call him a narcissist, but he loved her that way. Although that meant that in times like these, he had to use another weapon to kill her guilt. That of distracting her with teasing.
“Achchha Geet. Phir to ab tum kitchen mein bhi nahin jaogi. Koi kaam bhi nahin karogi. Tum ladkiyan bhi na bahut chaalaak ho. Saare kaam se bachne ke liye achchhe riwaaz nikale hain.”
“Kya?”
“Aur nahin to kya? Ladkiyan hoti hi hain kaamchor aur bahanebaaz.”
“Jee nahin. Aur ye sab rasmein baba adam ke zamane ki baatein hain. Aaj kal koi nahin maanta inhein. Aur main kissi kaam se peechhe nahin hatne waali hoon.”
“Achchha! Lekin tumhein to sabse zyada thakaan waale kaam se to chhutti mil hi gayi hai.”
“Kis kaam se chhutti mil gayi mujhe?”
Maan had put his arms around Geet and had fallen back on the bed making her fall on top of him, “Mere kaam se Geet,” he had said seductively and suggestively, “Lekin chinta ki koi baat nahin hai. Jitne din main intezaar karoonga, utne dinon ka badla bhi loonga tumse.”
“Maan. Aap bhi na…” She had tried to move away, but Maan did not let her do that.
“Tumhein apni baahon mein lene ki to manaahi nahin hai na Geet!” He had said smiling.
She had also smiled and had settled down to sleep in his arms.
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Geet patted herself dry, looked at the night dress again and remembered the note with which she had found the night dress kept on her bed the next day.
“Jab dubara hamare beech ki dooriyan mitane ki raat aa jaye, to us din main tumhein ismein dekhna chahta hoon. Aur haan – is intezaar ki kasar poori karne ke liye taiyaar rahna.”
When she picked up the dress to wear it, her hands trembled. She realized that she was extremely scared. This wait of four days would definitely have made a monster out of him. And she was scared that something would go wrong. For a moment she thought of not wearing the dress and postpone the inevitable for one more day. But that wouldn’t do.
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To be continued