Mish' Fiction

“Geet. Main towel laana bhool gaya hoon. Zara de dena,” Maan called out from the shower. They had reached Delhi just a while back. There was still time for dinner and Maan wanted to take a shower before that.

“Lijiye,” Geet said standing at the bathroom door.

“Main shower area mein hoon Geet. Idhar de jao.”

Geet entered the bathroom. The glasses of the shower area were only showing a vague silhoutte of Maan inside it, but that much of glipmse into his full, well-toned body was enough to make Geet gasp. She gathered herself together and stood near the door of the shower area with the towel, “Towel le lijiye.”

Before she realized what had happened, Maan’s strong arms had pulled her into the shower.

“Maan. Ye aap kya…” Maan did not let her completed the sentence as he put his hand on her mouth.

She looked at his face, wet from the shower and got lost in his eyes. She herself was drenched by then and Maan was looking dreamily at her.

“Bilkul waise hi lag rahi ho…” Maan spoke after a few seconds.

Geet wondered what he was talking about.

“Boondon se khelti hui, baarish mein bheeg kar khush hoti hui, aisi hi bholi, jaadu bhari aankhon se dekhti hui… Ek pal mein khush, ek pal mein roti hui… Yaad hai Geet, kaise meri baahon mein aa gayi thi? Aur main khud ko haar baitha tha.”

She remembered very well. She had challenged him to eat in a dhaba. And he had accepted the challenge. But the real challenge awaited him after that, when he had found the tyres of his car missing. And then it had started raining…

He removed his hand from her mouth and cupped her face in both his hands. He used his thumbs to roughly caress her cheeks and the area below her eyes. She closed her eyes and he moved his hands to massage the area between eyebrows and eyelids with his thumbs.

The water was cold. Geet had started shivering and the sensations his touches created in her body made her shiver even more. Maan noticed her shivering. The shower controls were behind her. He moved closer to her and took his hands behind her to adjust the temperature to a more comfortable level. His closeness made Geet realize that he was completely undressed. Her heart started beating several times faster! Instead of bringing his hands back after adjusting the temperature, he just wrapped them around her and drew her into a bone crushing hug. She also reciprocated and her inhibitions started loosening.

After breaking the hug, he took the rubber band off her hair untying her ponytail. He played with her wet hair running his long fingers through them. He took off her dupatta, letting it fall on the floor and brought her open hair to the front over her left shoulder. He turned her around so that her back was facing him. He planted a kiss on her nape and saw her twitching. Then he took the dori of her kurti between his teeth and pulled it open making Geet gulp audibly. He used his hands to open the zip of her kurti and the slid it off her shoulders. He used his teeth again to slide the straps of her bra over her shoulders. Then he unhooked it and let it fall on the floor. After this he quickly took the clothes off her lower body too. Geet was already a melting bundle of nervousness, excitement and shyness. So, when he took the shower gel in his hands and started rubbing it over her body, she didn’t even know how to react. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She decided to submit to him completely and let him be in the driving seat. It was enjoyable that way for her too.

He rubbed the gel all over her body paying special attention to the parts where he got encouraging reactions from her. By the end of it she was so aroused that she wanted him to take her immediately. But he had other plans. He took his time in rinsing the gel off her body. Then turned off the shower and used the towel to pat her and himself dry. He lifted her naked body in his arms and took her to the bed. He, himself, had no patience left after this and he pounced on her in the bed. She more than welcomed him.

They were still catching their breath when Nakul knocked at the door asking them to come down for the dinner. They dressed up hurriedly and didn’t get a chance to speak anything to each other. But Geet’s shy and nervous smile and awkward manners were speaking a ton. Maan’s mischievous smile added to her nervousness.

—

Geet was quite a sight at the dining table. She almost ran into the table while walking towards it.

“Geet beta, sambhal ke.” Dadi Ma warned her.

“Ji Dadi Ma. Sorry.”

“Geet, zara dal paas karna,” Maan told her.

Everyone stared at her as she absent mindedly passed rice to him.

“Geet!”

“Haan? Oh… Woh.. Sorry. Mujhe laga ye dal hai.”

Maan looked at her meaningfully and smiled slightly. Dadi Ma just shook her head.

Then she poured water, instead of dal, in her bowl; even dipped a piece of roti into it and ate it. Nobody had noticed her pouring the water. But when she tasted the roti dipped in it, she herself jerked in surprise, drawing everyone’s attention. Dadi Ma as well as Maan could not contain their laughter when they saw the water in her bowl. Geet, completely embarrassed by then, avoided meeting their eyes.

“Geet. Ye ho kya raha hai aaj aapko?” Dadi Ma asked laughing.

Maan decided to use the opportunity to tease her and asked in a meaningful tone, “Haan Geet. Aakhir hua kya hai tumhein?”

She looked at him pleadingly and he backed off still smiling.

Geet tried hard to focus during the rest of the dinner and Maan amused himself looking at her efforts.

After they were back in their room, Maan asked pretending to be casual, “To Geet. Tumne bataya nahin ki tumhein hua kya hai aaj?”

She looked at him surprised that he still wanted to continue his teasing.

“Maan aap…”

“Main kya Geet?” Maan interrupted in a heavy, seductive voice as he pulled her close to him.

Geet blushed and leaned on his chest without saying anything. Maan hugged her holding her head under his chin. Maan tried to break the hug after a while, but Geet didn’t let him. Instead she hugged him even tighter. Maan smiled and put his arms back around her.

“Kya baat hai Geet?”

“Bas Aise hi.”

Maan didn’t say anything and continued smiling tightening his grip around her.

Geet spoke again, “Maan?”

“Hmm?”

“Aap khush hain na?” Maan could feel a tinge of nervousness in her question. But he felt touched that she asked. It had clearly taken her a lot to ask him about it. His sweet, shy, loving wife! She probably felt too shy to ask this while looking at him. That’s why she had continued hugging until she gathered the courage to speak.

Maan smiled and broke the hug. She did not stop him this time. But her eyes were downcast, clearly too shy to meet his.

Maan lifted her face by the chin, “Geet. Mat poochho ye sawaal. Agar ye batane laga ki main kitna khush hoon, to kahin meri khushiyon ko meri hi nazar na lag jaye.”

Geet smiled and looked relaxed. Maan led her to the bed and they settled down to sleep in each other’s arms. But Geet spoke again.

“Maan?”

“Bolo Geet.” She appeared to have too many questions that day. Not that he was complaining!

“Woh.. aapne…”

She paused. He looked at her encouragingly and she continued, “Aapne baarish waali raat ki baat ki thi?”

“Haan. To?”

“Kya aap tab bhi… mera matlab hai… mujhse pyaar…”

Maan pulled her closer.

“Ab ek itni khoobsoorat, bheegi-bhaagi si ladki, yun meri baahon mein aa jaye to mera kya hona tha Geet?” Maan teased her.

“Maan!” Geet was in no mood for accepting his teasing.

Maan smiled and turned serious, “Haan Geet. Tab se; aur usse bahut pahle se main tumse pyaar karne laga tha. Tumhari maasoomiyat dekh kar mujhe phir se logon par bharosa karne ka man karne laga tha. Tumhari zinda-dili mujhe bhi phir se jeene ke liye kahti thi. Tumhari saadgi aur khoobsoorti mujhe tumhein baahon mein lene ke liye uksaati thi. Par tab main inse dar jaata tha. Mujhe andheron ki aadat ho gayi thi aur jo roshni tum lekar aa jaati thi, usse mujhe dar lagta tha. Isliye main bhaagta raha. Lekin kismat mujh par meharbaan thi Geet. Usne mujhe bhaagne nahin diya.”

“Isliye aap dusht-danav bane phirte the.”

“Woh to main ab bhi hoon Geet.” He surprised her by passionately kissing her on lips. “Bharosa na ho to aaj ki raat ho jayega.” He had started undressing her again.

It was indeed a long night for Geet with her Dusht Danav.

– The End –

Beeji was irritated initially at what was going on her house. But she did finally agree that Maan was gem of a person. She remembered all the incidents when he had been there for the family and also what Nandini had told about him a while back.

“Tu theek kah rahi hai puttar. Mujhe vishwaas hai ki tu Maan ke saath bahut khush rahegi.” Then she turned to Maan, “Ho sake to hamein maaf kar dijiyega. Aapki pahchaan na hone ki wajah se humne kai baar aapke saath bahut bura salook…”

“Nahin Maasi ji. Aap maafi maang kar mujhe sharminda mat kijiye. Balki shukraguzaat hoon main aap logon ka ki aapne Geet ka itna khayal rakha. Khaas kar tab, jab woh bilkul akeli thi. Aur main bhi uske saath nahin tha,” Maan looked sadly at Geet when he said that. Geet’s eyes were moist with emotions. But she smiled and nodded negatively to convey to him that he should get sad remembering the bad days, now that all was well. Maan turned back to Maasi and continued, “Aap andaaza bhi nahin laga sakti hain ki ye mere oopar kitna bada ehsaan hai. Agar Geet ko kuchh ho jaata to…”

He stopped. He was getting too emotional.

Beeji asked them all to get fresh and come back for breakfast. Maan looked and Geet and they had a silent eye talk. Then Maan told Beeji, “Maasi ji. Nashta kar ke hum Delhi ke liye niklenge.”

“Aaj hi? Kuchh din to daamaad ki khatirdaari karne ka mauka dijiye. Itne dinon tak…”

“Maasi ji. Aap un baaton ki chinta mat kijiye. Lekin hamara ab Delhi jaana bahut zaroori hai. Dadi Ma wahan akeli hain. Aur company ka kaam bhi itne dinon se nahin dekha.”

“Ab aapne Dadi ki baat kar di hai to main mana nahin kar sakti. Lekin phir bhi hum kuchh dinon ke liye aapko rokna chahenge.”

“Hum phir aa jayenge Maasi ji.”

—

“Maan. Hum wapas kaise jayenge?” Geet asked when they were getting ready in the room.

“Paidal chal kar Geet,” Maan replied fixing his tie.

“Mazaak mat kijiye Maan.”

“Car se jaayenge Geet. Aur kaise. Adi ne meri car Amritsar ke Hotel Regale mein chhodi hui hai. Wahan tak to mere sasuraal waale hamein chhod hi denge. Nahin?” Maan was in a mood to pull her legs.

Geet already knew that Dev was staying back in Amritsar for couple of days to follow up with a prospective client.

After few moments of silence, she spoke again, “Maan?”

This time Maan wondered if she was trying to say something important. Instead of repling he just looked at her questioningly.

“Woh… Hamein Amritsar se koi driver nahin mil sakta kya?”

“Mil sakta hai. Lekin zaroorat kya hai?”

“Nahin… Main soch rahi thi ki 6-7 ghanton ki drive hai. Aap thak jayenge.”

“Geet. Maine aise kaun se patthad tode hain ki main thak jaunga. Baat kya hai?”

“Kuchh nahin.” Geet replied disappointed.

Maan looked at her intently, as she started combing her hair. Suddenly it occured to him as to what she might be thinking. He decided to find out. He went close to her and said non-chalantly.

“Geet. Main soch raha hoon ki driver le hi lete hain Amritsar se.”

“Sach?” Geet was delighted and turned to him about to hug him. Then she stopped. Maan was looking at her mischieviously. He had a you-are-caught expression on his face. She realized that she was indeed caught.

She controlled herself and stepped back, trying to cover up her goof-up, “Achcha hai na. Warna aap thak jaaate.”

“Driver hum kar lenge, lekin tabhi jab tum mujhe sach sach bataogi ki tum kyon nahin chahti ki main drive karoon.”

“Bataya to.”

“Geet?” Maan gave her a confident “you-cant-lie-to-me” look. Geet averted her eyes and tried to go back to doing her hair, hoping that the conversation will end there. But Maan pulled her to himself by her hands and trapped her in his arms.

“Tumhein pata hai na ki tumhein jhooth bolna nahin aata Geet. Phir koshish bhi kyon karti ho.”

“Chhodiye na Maan.”

“To tum aise nahin bataogi?” Maan tightened his grip around her and brought his face closer to her. His left hand was enough to keep her in his clutches. He used the right one to tuck her open hair behind her left ear. The he bent his head and slightly bit her earlobe. Geet gasped.

“Maan please.” Geet was expecting to be called for breakfast anytime

“Agar mujhe rokna hai Geet, to tumhein pata hai ki tumhein kya karna hai.” Maan said in a seductive voice, but business-like tone.

“Main batati hoon,” Geet blurted nervously.

Maan kept her in his arms and looked at her triumphantly. She lowered her eyes and said, “Main… bas… Aap drive karenge to aapka dhyaan… us par… hi laga rahega… Main aapke saath… aapke kareeb rahna chahti hoon.”

Maan smiled and surprised her by giving a peck on her lips. Then he left her.

“Geet. Main taiyaar ho chuka hoon. Tum apne baal bana kar nashte ke liye neech aa jana,” he went out of the room.

—

It might sound mean, but Geet felt free as a bird once Teji and Lucky returned after dropping them in Amritsar. Maan kept his promise and hired a driver to drive them to Delhi. On the back seat of the Mercedes, Geet leaned on Maan as he put his hands around her shoulders pulling her close to him. For quite some time, neither of them said anything. They just needed to be close to each other, to be together.

“Geet.” Maan spoke after a while.

“Hmm…” Geet replied lazily.

“Tum khush to ho na Geet?”

Geet looked up at him, “Mujhe khush rakhne mein aapne koi kasar chhodi hai? Koshish karoon phir bhi dukhi nahin rah sakti jab tak aap mere saath hain.”

“Ek baat kahun Geet?”

Geet sat up straight and looked at him slightly worried. Was there something that was bothering him?

“Kya baat hai Maan? Aap pareshaan hain?”

“Geet. Agar tum mujhse naraaz ho jati ho to meri zindagi se khushiyan chali jaati hain. Agar tum mujhse door chali gayi to main zinda nahin rah paunga, mar jaunga. Lekin Geet sabse zyada dar mujhe is baat se lagta hai ki kahin tumhein kuchh ho na jaye. Jab mujhe pata nahin tha ki tum kahan ho tab mujhe mahsoos hua ki main mar bhi nahin paunga. Jeete-ji pagal hota rahunga, ghutata rahunga is dar se ki kahin tumhein kuchh ho to nahin gaya. Geet. Woh ghar tumhara hai. Agar phir kabhi mujhse koi aisi galti ho jaye to tum mujhe ghar se nikaal dena. Main sar jhuka kar tumhari baat maan loonga. Lekin please mujhse waada karo ki tum aise akele ghar chhod kar nahin jaogi. Kabhi nahin.”

Geet looked at him completely overwhelmed. She could feel his pain as he poured out his heart, his fears before her. This strong, capable, arrogant man – the only thing that could bring him down on his knees was his concern for her well-being. What had she done to deserve him?

She fought back her tears, but her eyes were still moist and she choked on her words as she spoke, “Main aapko bahut pareshaan karti hoon na Maan? Har waqt aapko meri chinta lagi rahti hai.”

“Nahin Geet. Tum meri saansein chalati ho. Haan. Agar saansein chalni band ho jaye to dikkat to hogi hi na. Isliye to main apni saanson ke liye ladta rahta hoon. Aur ladta rahoonga – zindagi bhar.”

“Ab aapko ladne ki koi zaroorat nahin hai. Main waada karti hoon ki aaj ke baad kuchh bhi ho jaye, main ghar chhod kar jaane ke liye kadam nahin uthaungi. Ab us ghar se meri arthi hi niklegi.”

Maan silenced her with his hand when she talked of dying and nodded negatively to tell her that she should not talk like that.

‘Mujhe pata hai ki aap mujhe sorry nahin bolne denge,’ she thought to herself, ‘Lekin aapko ye mahsoos to ho raha hai na ki I am sorry. I am really sorry. Mujhe aapko chhod kar nahin aana chahiye tha.’

Maan seemed to have read her mind. He said as he drew her to him, “Ab sab theek ho gaya hai Geet. Ab tum phir se mere saath ho. Ab hamari khushiyon ke raaste mein kuchh nahin aa sakta, kuchh bhi nahin.”

—

To be continued

Maan smiled and told her, “Geet tum thaki hui ho. So jaate hain.” But this made her embarrassed. She kept up a brave face, “Nahin Maan. Main theek hoon.” Maan felt very amused. If she was really awake she would have felt very awkward expressing such desperation for their union. She might be a sherni to the world, but he still had to prod her deep to get her inner feelings out of them. Right now she wouldn’t agree to sleep. But Maan always knew how to have his way around her, while giving her the impression that she was in-charge.

He kissed her forehead and pushed her to lie down on the make-shift hay bed. He also lied down with her. He kissed her forehead again and then moved his lips towards her eyes making her close them. He kissed her eyelids and then the tip of her nose. Next he moved to her cheeks and chin. He avoided her neck, arms and belly as he thought that would excite her instead of relaxing her.

He noticed her feet and touched them lightly, caressing them a bit and taking off the dirt from them. On a sudden urge, he bent down and planted a kiss on one of her feet. Although she was half asleep, this startled Geet. She sat up, “Maan. Ye aap kya kar rahe hain?” She was aghast. She respected him to much to let him touch her feet, let alone kiss it.

Maan looked up at her, then moved away from her feet towards her face and put his hand on her mouth, “Chup. Bilkul chup. Aaj jo main chahunga wahi hoga. Samjhi tum.” He had that look in his eyes that always silenced her. Her eyes conveyed her submission. Then he made her lie down again and repeated the kisses on her face. She relaxed as he caressed her head and hair. Then he moved again to his feet. He did not kiss them this time to avoid startling her again. Instead he massaged her feet and ankles lightly. They were obviously tired from all the running around. He, then, lifted her salwaar a bit and massaged her calves as well. He noticed that she was almost asleep by then. He massaged her thighs through the fabric of her salwaar. By the time he was done, she was completely asleep. He smiled. His little plan had succeeded.

He slipped his hand beneath her shoulders to take her in his arms. She comfortably snuggled up closer to him as he lied down beside her to sleep.

—

Geet woke up see Maan standing near the door of the hut. He looked at her and smiled, “Good morning Geet.”

“Good morning,” she said cheerfully. And then she remembered the incidents of last night and looked confused for a while about what had happened. She realized that her memory was hazy after a while and then she did not remember anything at all. She must have fallen asleep.

Maan was amusingly watching her expressions as she tried to remember what happened last night.

“Maan. Kal raat main…” she started blurting it out and then suddenly realized what she was doing.

Maan walked towards her and faked innocence while asking, “Kya hua Geet. Kal raat ke baare mein kuchh kah rahi thi tum? Kya hua tha?”

Geet by then had remembered how he had deliberately made her relax so that she could fall asleep. She was embarrassed at her self as well as slightly irritated at him. She stood up and said, “Kuchh nahin.”

Then she tried to move away, but Maan pulled her by hands and wrapped his arms around her bringing her very close as he looked at her lovingly. Geet finally said, “I am sorry. Main kal raat so gayi…”

“Geet. Sorry bolne ki zaroorat nahin hai. Lekin haan. Pachhtaogi to tum zaroor,” he was clearly being naughty, “Tumhein pata bhi nahin hai ki is ek raat ke badle main tumhein kitni raatein jagane waala hoon. Ab to permission mil gayi hai mujhe.”

Geet looked down blushing and also feeling nervous.

—

“Geet!” Teji’s shout brought them out of their reverie and they hastily separated. Teji had arrived there with the police. He must have been searching for them. He glared at Maan and Geet and asked, “Ye sab kya ho raha hai? Geet chal yahan se.”

Geet looked nervously at Maan and he blinked assuringly. Then he moved confidently towards Teji and folded his hands to greet him, “Sat Sri Akal Veer ji. Maine apna parichay aapko nahin diya. Main Maan Singh Khurana,” he paused and added softly while looking at Geet, “Geet ka pati.”

“Kya? Ye kya mazaak hai? Geet?” Teji questioned Geet directly.

Geet was still quite nervous, but when she saw Maan’s smiling and happy face, she also gained courage, “Ye sahi kah rahe hain. Mujhe manane ke liye ye Balwant Singh ban kar hamare ghar mein aaye the.”

“To hamare ghar mein Maan Singh Khurana ban kar kaun rah raha hai?” Teji was immediately worried.

“Woh Dev hai. Mera bhai,” Mana explained.

Geet realized that they had no clue about Dev and Nandini. She asked hurriedly, “Veerji. Nandini aur Dev mile kya?”

“Haan. Woh log mil gaye hain.” Teji had no clue about how to react to this bizarre situation. So, he just kept up with his strict manners and asked them to come home with him. He decided to let Beeji handle the situation.

—

Now that the secret was out, Geet was not at all mindful of her behaviour towards Maan. She didn’t budge from  his side through out their walk out of the jungle. She held his arms and leaned on him for support when she felt tired. She naturally took her place beside him on the police jeap that would take them back. Teji was unable to say anything to them, but he wasn’t happy about her behaviour at all. All this public display of affection was not to his liking. He kept glaring at her, which she was oblivious of. His glares did not skip Maan’s notice. But Maan wasn’t the one who could be bothered about it. He, in fact, found his frustration funny and even smiled to himself couple of times thinking of how Teji must be feeling at the moment.

Beeji was relieved to see them back. Dev and Nandini had come back earlier and Nandini had already sung praises of Balwant. How he cared for everyone’s safety before his own, made them go away from there and fought the goons alone.

As Beeji turned towards Balwant to thank him, she noticed his short hair and missing turban. She was extremely surprised and looked at Teji with quizzing eyes, who in turn glared at Geet and Maan.

Maan came forward and folded his hands to greet Beeji, “Mujhe maaf kar dijiye Maasi ji. Jhooth bol kar aapke ghar mein aana pada. Lekin Geet ko manane ke liye mere paas koi aur chaara nahin tha.”

Beeji was unable to make any sense of what he was saying. Geet came forward and told her that Balwant is actually Maan. She also told her that Maan loved her beyond anything and he took on even the humiliation of working as a driver of the household just to get her back. He cared not only for her, but also for her family. So, even after she had forgiven him he waited to make sure that her family also has a good impression of him. Geet apologized for herself as well as for Maan for lying to her.

“Lekin Maasi. Aap ye to maanti hain na ki Maan bahut achchhe insaan hain aur woh mujhse bahut pyaar karte hain. Meri chot ko to inhone apne pyaar se bahut pahle theek kar diya hai. Aur is parivaar ke bhi hamesha saath rahe.”

—

To be continued

Note on the story

This story is based on the Amritsar track. It starts on the night of Karwa Chauth that Maneet celebrated there.

—

He wanted her. He wanted her so bad and here she was! Innocently giggling and being playful. Without knowing what havoc it was creating in his heart, his soul… his body!

“Geet,” he held her hands tight and spoke in heavy voice, while his eyes showed desire and desperation, “Main tumhare kareeb aana chahta hoon. Tumhare saath ek ho jaana chahta hoon. Apne rishte ko aur aage badhana chahta hoon.”

The expressions on Geet’s face changed. The giggling and smile disappeared. Maan wasn’t sure if the inscrutable expression on her face was because she was feeling shy talking about it or whether she was not ready.

Maan would understand if she was still not over the trauma of miscarriage. He was willing to wait, to wait forever. But he did have his desires. He could control them for her. But he needed to know, what she wanted, where she stood on the path that was their relationship. And when she seemed oblivious to his subtle hints, he resorted to a more direct way of asking her.

“Geet. Oye Geet. Kidhar chali gayi puttar?” Beeji’s shouting voice disturbed their conversation. Geet gave another inscrutable look to Maan before she ran away.

—

They had spent the entire afternoon running around in the jungle. First to get away from the goons and then to find their way out of the jungle or at least to a safe place inside it. For last half-an-hour Maan had been carrying Geet in his arms as she was too tired to even walk on her own. Finally they had located this hut which looked safe enough.

Maan put Geet down on a layer on hay and said, “Geet. Main kuchh khane ka intezaam karta hoon.”

But Geet clutched his hands, “Mujhe akele chhod kar mat jaiye. Mujhe dar lag raha hai” She again had the same inscrutable expression on her face. Maan wondered what she meant and looked at her intently.

“Aap aise kya dekh rahe hain?”

“Tumhari aankhon mein apne sawaal ka jawaab dhoondh raha hoon.”

She looked away nervously. Maan started moving away.

“Kya hua Maan?” She asked hastily.

“Mujhe mere sawaal ka jawaab mil gaya.”

“Aap sawaal kyon poochh rahe hain mujhse? Ye aapka haq hai?” She blurted out.

Maan looked at her for couple of seconds as if trying to understand what was on her mind when she said that. Then he sat down beside her, “Geet. Mujhe haq nahin, khushiyan chahiye. Aur woh khushi mujhe tabhi mil sakti hai jab hamare milan mein tum mere saath ho. Jan hamare saath se tum utni hi khush ho jitna main hoon. Tumhare saath zabardasti kar ke mujhe khushi to nahin mil sakti hai Geet. Usse kahin behtar mere liye intezaar hai, us intezaar ki kasak mein bhi ek mithaas hai. Main kabhi bhi apne rishte ki mithaas ko khatam nahin karna chahunga Geet.”

Geet looked really surprised and overwhelmed, “Maan,” she started speaking but could not continue.

Maan was worried. He cupped her face and asked, “Kya hua Geet? Maine kuchh galat kah diya? Main kuchh bhi aisa nahin…”

She silenced him by putting her hands on his mouth and nodded negatively to answer his question. Then she spoke, “Jab se aap meri zindagi mein aaye hain, aapne mere liye bahut kuchh kiya hai, har kadam par mera saath diya hai, mujhe izzat se, sar utha kar jeena sikhaya hai, mere liye apni jaan khatre mein daali hai…”

“Geet. Tum ye sab kyon bol rahi ho? Maine bas…”

“Itna kuchh kiya hai aapne mere liye ki ab aapke kuchh bhi karne se mujhe ashcharya nahin hona chahiye Maan. Mere liye, meri khushiyon ke liye, meri izzat ke liye, mere atma-samman ke liye aap kissi bhi had tak ja sakte hain, kuchh bhi kar sakte hain. Aapse meri ummedon ki to koi seema hi nahin honi chahiye. Aur hai bhi nahin. Lekin phir bhi… phir bhi aap har naye din, har naye pal meri ummeedon se bahut aage nikal jaate hain. Kuchh aisa kar jaate hain ki main phir se ascharya mein pad jati hoon ki aap mere liye kya kya kar sakte hain. Maan. Ho sakta hai ki duniya mein aur aise log hote ho. Lekin main jhooth nahin bolungi. Maine apni zindagi mein kissi aise mard ko nahin dekha hai, jisse ye ummeed ki ja sake ki woh apne is haq ke aage kissi ki chinta karenge – shaadi ke itne dinon baad… Maan. Agar ye mumkin hai ki kissi ka dil baar baar jeeta ja sake to aaj aapne ek baar phir mera dil jeet liya hai, khareed liya hai mujhe.”

“Bas karo Geet. Shayad is duniya mein aise khushnaseeb log hain jinhein unki khushiyan bahut aasaani se mil gayi hain, ya aise badnaseeb log hain jihein apne jeevan-saathi se khushiyan nahin mili. Aur isliye woh unki parwah nahin karte. Main bahut zarooratmand hoon Geet aur swarthi bhi. Barson gham aur gusse ke andhere mein rahne ke baad tumhare aane se mujhe khushiyan mili hain. Main unhein kho nahin sakta Geet. Kabhi nahin. Main tumhare oopar koi ehsaan nahin kar raha. Bas apni khushiyon ko dil-o-jaan se bachane ki koshish kar raha hoon.”

“Kya meri aankhon mein aapko apne sawaal ka jawaab nahin mil raha hai?”

“Bas is ek baat ke liye Geet, main tumhari aankhon se nahin tumhari zubaan se tumhare dil ki baat sunna chahta hoon. Kyonki galti karne ki koi gunjaish nahin hai mere paas.”

Geet leaned towards him and put her head on his chest, “To jawaab ‘haan’ hai Maan. Meri aankhon ka, meri zubaan ka, mere dil ka, meri aatma ka, mere shareer ka, mera – sabka jawaab haan hai. Main hamesha ke liye, har tarah se aapki ho jaana chahti hoon. Pighal jaana chahti hoon aapki baahon mein. Aapme aise samaa jaana chahti hoon ki aapse alag mera koi wajood hi na rahe,” she moved away and looked straight into his eyes, “Main hamare rishte ko ek naye mukaam par le jaana chahti hoon.”

The happiness he felt was visible in Maan’s eyes. Then they turned naughty and Geet could no longer meet them. She smiled shyly and started looking down. Maan came closer to her, cupped her face and then drew her in an embrace keeping one hand on the back of her head and the other one around her upper back, with his chin resting on her head. Geet also hugged him back and then their hug got tighter. They started caressing each other back. Maan noticed her pigtail. She had done her hair like that after a long time. This reminded him of her in their pre-wedding days. Since then she had changed her hair-style and he liked the new style on her. But still this pigtail had a feeling of old familiarity about it and he liked it. He took the rubber-band off from it and started undoing her hair. As he was caressing her hair and head lightly, he felt that she was leaning more heavily on him than earlier. Her grip on his back was also lighter. Surprised he broke the hug and saw a very sleepy face of hers. She was startled out of her nap when he broke the hug and appeared to be trying hard to keep awake.

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To be continued

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 –

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.

—

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.

—

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.

—

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.

—

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