It was a five piece night dress. There was a short top with noodle strap and a knee length wrap around skirt of black silk. The third piece was a full sleeve gown which would go up to her calves; but with a caveat. It was practically transparent. Clearly the purpose was not to hide anything of her body, but to make it even more tempting for him. The dress also came with matching lace lingerie.

Geet wore the entire set and took a look at herself in the bathroom mirror. The top was not covering the lower part of her stomach, exposing her belly button. The contrast of her milky white complexion against the dark color of the night dress was making her look incredibly attractive. To add to her inviting look was her uncombed, wet hair. Though not given to vanity normally, Geet could not help but accept to herself that the dress made her look extremely…. desirable. It excited her, but the feeling was soon over-shadowed as her fear returned. She silently prayed for everything to go well, took a deep breath and stepped out of the bathroom.

Maan was watching television sitting on the bed, his legs stretched out. He was wearing his black vest and pajamas. As he heard the sound of Geet coming out of bathroom he turned, “Geet ye dekho…” The words disappeared from his mouth as well as mind when his eyes fell on her. He was caught unawares because he hadn’t seen her taking the dress to the bathroom.

He turned back towards to TV only to switch it off immediately. He took a deep breath and let out an audible sigh. Then he got down from the bed and went to her. He held her at the shoulders and said, “Warning de diya karo aisi harkatein karne se pahle Geet. Warna kissi din jaan le logi meri.”

“Ji?” Geet instinctively got worried and then grew embarrassed as she realized that he was praising her.

He stared at her for a few moments, obviously smitten by her scorching hot appearance. Then his expressions changed as he noticed something. She was fidgeting, in a way she did when she was nervous.

“Kya hua Geet? Koi pareshaani hai?” He asked immediately.

He always knew! She sighed. There was no point in trying to hide anything from him. She was better off being honest.

“Mujhe… bahut… dar… lag raha… hai…”

“Kyon?” He asked naturally, but then understood it on his own, “Oh!”

“Geet.” He cupped her face, “Tum meri biwi ho, mera pyaar ho. Lekin itna hi nahin hai hamare beech. Tum meri zindagi ho, jaan ho meri. Mera yakeen karo, main tumhein kabhi chot nahin pahunchaunga.”

“Main jaanti hoon Maan,” Geet replied hastily as she realized that her fear could also mean she was not trusting him, “Bas thodi se pagal hoon na. Isliye kabhi kabhi…”

Maan smiled, “Tumhein pata hai na tumhein kya karna hai?”

Geet looked confused for few moments, then realized what he was referring to and nodded.

“Kya?”

He really wanted her to spell it out! All right; she would do it.

“Agar bura lage. ya taqleef ho to aapko batana hai,” she looked down feeling shy.

“Bilkul. Ye hui na meri sherni jaisi baat.”

Geet smiled.

Maan appeared to think for a couple of seconds and then asked her, “Geet tumhein mujh par poora bharosa hai na?”

She looked straight into his eyes and replied confidently, “Bhagwaan se bhi zyada.”

He kissed her forehead and said, “Phir bilkul bhi ghabraana mat.”

She watched curiously as he walked to the cupboard and took out one of his ties. He went behind her and brought the tie close to her eyes. She took the cue and closed her eyes as he put the tie as a blindfold over her eyes.

Geet started running her hand over the blindfold, but Maan pulled the hand away and kissed it.

“Koi beimaani nahin Geet,” he said in his heavy, seductive voice. He could have asked her for her life when he spoke like that and she could not have gone against his wish. This was a relatively simpler demand; not opening her eyes.

Maan started running his hands over her arms, back, neck, shoulders, belly, chest – the entire body. With the loss of her sight due to the blind fold she was unable to predict his moves. And she realized that the anticipation and unpredictability doubled the effect of those moves on her. She decided to relax and enjoy as he drove her and the night according to his whims. He startled her by suddenly picking her up in his arms. But she relaxed again. She was at his mercy, quite literally, but safe.

She was surprised, when instead of putting her on the bed, as he usually did, he made her stand somewhere. She heard him walking around, doing something, but she had no idea what.

“Apna gown utaaro Geet,” He suddenly said. His voice said it all. It was not a request. It was an order.

Geet gulped. It was one thing when he ripped off her clothes roughly in the bed. It was another thing to do it herself, especially when she knew he was watching. But the thought of denying him anything did not even cross her mind. She proceeded to do what he wanted her to do. She untied the belt of her gown with trembling hands, then took it off her shoulders and let it fall on the floor.

Maan took off his vest, went behind her and hugged her from behind, while caressing and rubbing the exposed parts of her belly. The touch of his body on her bare hands, neck and belly sent a shiver down her spine. She visibly trembled and Maan noticed it with a smile of satisfaction.

Maan knew he would get wild with her that night. The only way to ensure that she also enjoyed it was to make her as needy as he was. That is what he was trying to do. Over the two weeks since their consummation, he had observed her in the bed. He knew what worked for her. And he was using all of that knowledge. Needless to mention, he was quite succcessful.

“Oopar waala bahut soch samajh kar jodiyan banata hai Geet. Jo abhi-abhi maine dekha, aur jo abhi dekh raha hoon, woh agar kissi kamzor dil waale ne dekh liya hota to na jaane bechare ka kya hota. Mera dil bhi do palon ke liye dhadakna bhool gaya tha Geet. Lekin maine sambhaal liya. Shukar hai ki tum meri ho, sirf meri…”

With this he moved her wet, open hair to one side and traced the side of her neck with wet, audible kisses. When he licked the trace left by the kisses, Geet completely melted. She turned around to face him and hugged him tight. She literally clutched into his bare skin and rubbed her face and upper body against his. Maan grabbed her hair and pushed her head backwards. Somehow, she always reacted naturally to his pushes and pulls, letting herself be guided by them, and hence it never hurt her. This time also she moved her head to match with his push and he attacked the front of her neck with kisses making her squirm due to sensations it created in her body. Done with her neck, he suddenly lifted her by waist, walked a bit and then put her down again. When she stretched her hands to touch his face, she figured out that she was standing at a height, because his face was at the same level as hers. That made her realize where they were. They were in the balcony! Balcony had a raised platform on one side. Was it open? She grew nervous for a fraction of second, before remembering that she was with him and had no need to worry about anything. He would take care of everything.

She leaned back on the wall and felt Maan untying her wrap around skirt which fell on the floor. She hadn’t noticed while wearing the dress that the panties that came with them had buttons on the side and with one swift movement, Maan had her lower body completely undressed, surprising her one more time in the evening. She had felt him all over her body earlier, but typically in the dark under the bed cover. Right now she felt very exposed and could not help wondering what would be the expressions of his eyes. She was waiting for him to either guide her to the bed or lift her in his arms to take her there. But he did the unanticipated yet again by entering into her right there, both of them standing. A moan slipped from her lips as she realized why he had made her stand at a height. Maan immediately checked with her to ensure that the moan was not due to pain. She was enjoying it so much that she could not reply him with words. When he asked, she simply put her hands around his head, brought it closer and planted a deep kiss on his lips. Maan was encouraged to see her being so needy and gave into the madness he was feeling within him.

A white later, totally spent, she was pressed between the wall and his body. She was thankful for that because otherwise, she would have sank into the floor. Maan was also panting and hence was leaning on her body for support. Once he had caught his breath, he kissed lightly on her lips and asked her, “Geet. Tumhein pata hai hum kahan hain?”

She nodded slightly and replied suprising him, “Balcony mein.”

She knew! “Tumhein dar nahin laga Geet.”

“Aapke rahte kaise lag sakta tha?”

Maan smiled looking at her adoringly. She meant every word of it when she had said that she trusted him more than she trusted God!

“Phir to tumhari aankhon ki patti kholne ki koi zaroorat nahin hai Geet. Tumhein aise bhi sab pata chal hi jaata hai.”

“Nahin Maan!” Her restlessness at his joke was endearing!

“Kyon Geet. Kya hua?” Maan pretended to ask seriously.

“Mujhe aapko dekhna hai…”

She was just too lovely. Maan felt like picking her up, pushing her in the bed and making love to her all over again. But he controlled himself. He took her blindfold off and planted kisses on both her eyes before she opened them. They hugged passionately. After breaking the hug, Geet looked around and found that curtains were drawn all around the balcony. Her blind trust in Maan was not misplaced!

– The End –