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Animalistic Urge (Part 1)

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Note on the OS

This is a different look at how Maan finds out and reacts to the fact that Dev donated blood to save his life.

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Geet entered the room to find Maan pacing up and down in the room. His anger was scaring her to death. But it was not clear to her what was the best way out. Maan wanted the truth. She wanted to tell him the truth. But she was scared of his reaction. He might get even more angry and frustrated if he got to know the truth of blood donation. What if he took it out on Dev? As much as she hated Dev, she was heavily indebted to him for saving Maan’s life. If Dadi Ma wanted him to stay in Khurana Mansion until he recovers, she should ensure that. That much she owed to him.

But all this at the cost of giving pain to Maan. Her heart cried out. What was she to do? She knew his anger. And it pained her when she was unable to calm him down.

He noticed her and came to her immediately. Holding her at the shoulder, he pinned her to the wall near the door. His eyes were fiery with anger and aggression. He was hurting her, but she could not complain.

“Kya baat hui hai tumhari us insaan se jo tum itni badal gayi ho? Aakhir kiya kya hai usne?”

His anger had scared her so much that even if she wanted to, she was unable to say anything to him in reply. She was literally shaking from fear. She looked down and silently cried.

“Kyon meri kissi baat ka jawaab nahin hai tumhare paas Geet? Kyon nazarein nahin mila pa rahi ho mujhse? Aisa kya ho gaya hai?”

Still no reply.

His frustration knew no bounds and he became even more aggressive.

“Meri taraf dekho Geet,” he ordered, not requested, in a rising voice. She was forced to look at him. If she was shaking in fear, his entire body was shaking with anger.

A look into her eyes and his possessiveness acquired maddening proportions. The mere thought that she was keeping something from him stirred some of his deep seated insecurities, although he knew better than to doubt her fidelity. He felt a primitive, animalistic urge to mark her as his own.

His lips moved closer to hers and his hands tigheted their grip on her shoulder, pushing her against the wall with even more force. It hurt her so much that she cried out his name, “Maan!”

But in his mad rage he mistook it to be her resistance towards his approaching kiss. He lost any human restraint that was still there in him. He jerked her body, pulling her close to him, wrapping his left arm around her. His grip was so tight that she could not even have moved a bit. Thankfully it was not hurting her like earlier.

With the other arm, he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. She did not resist it and that ensured that she was not hurt.

“Tumhein mere kareeb aane se problem hai Geet? Rok sakti ho mujhe?” he hissed and assaulted her exposed neck with his lips and tongue.

If anyone else would have touched her in this manner, she would have felt disgusted and would have revolted. But with Maan – she understood this animal in him. His first and the last concern in the world was Geet. It may not have been an ideal manifestation of the concern, but this was just his way. She also hoped that it would calm down his anger a bit.

And if she meant the world to him, even he had a hold over her that defied any rationale. Even in this situation with him being so angry, and her being so scared, his touch was affecting her. Even if her brain had asked her to resist, her body would not let her. Her breathing became heavy as he furiously kissed, licked and nibbled on her neck, earlobes, shoulders, cheeks, chin, eyes and forehead. She would have lost her balance when he attacked her lips, except for the support his arms were providing. The long, demanding kiss left her breathless. ‘First kiss,’ she marked the moment permanently in her mind.

She was unstable when he finally withdrew from the kiss. As he looked at her tear-stained, dishevelled face, something struck him. He suddenly came back to his senses, left her and took a step back. She had to support herself against the wall when he left her. The anger and aggressiveness of his face disappared and was replaced by shock, which in turn was replaced by pain, disgust and disbelief. He stared at her for a moment and then suddenly left the room. It took her a while to regain composure and think about what had just happened.

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By the time Geet recovered, Maan had left the room. Where would he have gone? She thought for a moment and she knew exactly where to look for him.

He was her husband now and and she should have been used to his closeness, his body and its effects on her. Yet when she saw him practising Tai-Chi, it had the same effect on her as was the case when she had seen him like this for the first time. She gasped. The difference was that then she was scared of the feelings and desires his well-toned body and his graceful moves evoked in her. This time she could give in to them. She forgot about all the issues, all the tension they had to tackle. For those few moments, she forgot about everything that was bothering them. She walked towards him in a trance.

Strangely though he did not notice her. He was too absorbed with himself. He was done with Tai-chi and was doing stomach crunches lying on the floor. She observed him for couple of seconds. Suddenly she noticed the furiousness of his crunches and it brought her out of her trance.

He seemed totally oblivious to his surroundings, even of what he himself was doing. The crunches were so fast and furious that even with his training and practice, they could have hurt his body. Geet sensed trouble and called his name to bring him out of his thoughts. But he did not listen to her. She got scared and cried out loud, “Maan!”

He heard her this time. He looked blank for a moment as if he was not able to understand what was going on. And the he looked at her. Her eyes were filled with tears of concern and worry.

Maan got up. “Kya hua Geet?” he asked in a concerned and calm voice.

She did not reply, instead just stared at him for a few seconds. Then went ahead and hugged him tight putting her arms around his bare upper body.

Maan was confused, but responding to her hug was his natural reaction. He closed his eyes feeling her so close to himself and tightened his grip around her body. Both of them lost a sense of time as they stayed in that hug for at least a minute or two before breaking it.

It was Maan who became conscious first, broke the hug and stepped back creating some physical distance between them. He looked at Geet and figured that she was calm now.

She first needed to clear his immediate misunderstanding, but she suddenly became conscious of their closeness and his bare body. She stuttered, “Maan… Woh… abhi maine… kamre mein… main aapko rok nahin… rahi thi…”

“I am sorry Geet. Maine phir se tumhare saath galat…”

“Nahin. Nahin Maan. Aap sorry kyon kah rahe hain? Ye to…” she hesitated, but added with lowered eyes, “aapka haq hai. Main bas ye kah rahi thi ki main aapko rok nahin rahi thi. Aapne zor se pakad rakha tha to mujhe dard ho raha tha – isliye…”

“Kya? Geet tum theek to ho na? Tumne kuchh kaha kyon nahin Geet? Nahin – mujhe khud hi dhyaan rakhna chahiye tha. I am sorry Geet. Tum theek to ho…”

“Maan!” she interrupted, “Main bilkul theek hoon. Aap please shaant ho jaiye.”

They both were silent for a few seconds. Maan broke the silence.

“Geet tum kamre mein ja kar aaraam karo.”

“Mujhe aapke sawalon ke jawaab dene hain Maan. Aap please…”

“Nahin Geet. Main pahle hi tumhein bahut pareshaan kar chuka hoon. Mujhe kuchh nahin poochhna hai tumse. Doctor ne tumhein stree-free rakhne ko kaha hai aur main tumhara khayal rakhne ki jagah tumhare saath…”

Tears again clouded her eyes as she raised her hand to cover his lips and shut him up, “Bas Maan! Khud ko blame karna band kijiye. Mujhe pata hai ki aap gussa hain. Aur agar aapko gussa aa raha hai to khud par mat nikaliye. Mujhpe gussa kijiye. Yahi sahi bhi hai. Saare problems ki wajah main hi to hoon.”

“Geet. Aisa kyon kah rahi ho? Aisi kya problem aa gayi hai, jisne tumhein…?”

“Meri zidd thi, meri galti thi jiski wajah se woh accident hua aur aapki jaan khatre mein pad gayi…”

“Phir se ye baat kyon Geet? Maine kaha tha na tumse ki tumne hi meri jaan bachayi bhi hai.”

“Maine aapki jaan nahin bachayi hai Maan. Main bacha hi nahin sakti thi.”

Maan looked at her questioningly and did not say anything.

“Aapki jaan… Aapki jaan apna khoon de kar… Dev ne bachayi hai.”

Did he hear that right? Dev? She had to take Dev’s help to save his life. He felt like his entire world had come crashing down. He was indebted to that low-life for saving his life. Why did Geet do that? Why Dev? Why not someone else?

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To be continued

 

His Obsession (Part 3 – Last Part)

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Maan saw Dadi Ma pacing up and down in her room. He felt bad, but right now his first concern was that she had behaved irresponsibly towards Geet.

“Dadi Ma!”

“Maan bete. Aap? Aapne Dev se kya kaha hai?”

“Main batata hoon Dadi Ma. Aapko chinta karne ki koi zaroorat nahin hai. Lekin aapko nahin lagta ki Dev ki chinta mein aapne Geet ke saath zyadati ki hai? Aap jaanti hain ki woh pregnant hai, aur doctor ne use stress na lene ke liye kaha hai. Aapne Dev ki baat mujhse chhupane mein use kyon involve kiya? Agar is stress mein uski tabiyat kharaab ho jaati to?”

“Maan beta. Hamein kuchh samajh mein nahin aa raha. Hum kya karte? Hum maante hain ki Dev ne jo Geet ke saath kiya woh maafi ke kaabil nahin hai. Lekin apne dil ka bhi hum kya karein. Aakhir hain to Dev bhi hamare pote hi na. Woh museebat mein the. Maut ki kagaar par khade the. Aise mein hum unse kaise munh mod lete?”

“Dadi Ma. Jo bhi baat thi aapko mujhe batani chahiye thi. Aap please mujhse waada kijiye ki aap Geet ko aise asmanjas mein nahin daalengi. Woh bahut pareshaan ho jaati hai. Please Dadi Ma.” He was polite, but it was clear that he would not have it any other way.

“Theek hai beta.”

“Dadi Ma. Maine Dev ko uske khoon ke keemat de di hai. Main use sadkon par besahara nahin chhod raha hoon. Agar woh poori zindagi apni ungli bhi na uthana chahe, to bhi use bhookhon nahin marna padega. Lekin isse zyada main uske liye kuchh nahin kar sakta. Aur woh hamare saath nahin rah sakta. Na sirf Geet ko, balki usse zyada mujhe uska hamare aas paas hona manzoor nahin hai.”

Dadi Ma knew her grand son well. There was no way she could get any more concession from him. So, she agreed.

When the three of them met the dinner table, Maan made extra efforts to make the environment cordial and tension-free by teasing Geet. Dadi understood his intention and played along.

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When they reached their room after the dinner, Maan pretended as if he suddenly remembered something, “Geet. Doctor ne tumhare liye massage recommend kiya tha. To chalo abhi.”

“Abhi? Maan raat ho chuki hai. Abhi kahan jayenge. Main kal din mein chali jaungi.”

“Nahin Geet. Maine spa waalon se baat kar ke ghar par hi intezaam karwa liya hai. Chalo to sahi. Aur abhi massage karwane se tumehin neend bhi achchhi aayegi.”

He dragged a confused Geet to the door of another room and asked her to get in. What was the hurry to get a massage? She entered the room, which was dimly lit and had had a subtle, soothing fragrance. The room was set up like a spa with a suitably relaxing atmosphere. She found the spa staff there, two girls in their uniforms. One of them handed her a robe and asked her to get undressed and come back in the robe. Geet went to the bathroom to change.

She came out and found no one in the room. She came to the massage table that was put up in the room and startd walking backwards in confusion, when she suddenly hit someone. She turned back startled to find Maan staring at her with such intensity that she could not miss it even in the dimly lit room. He had changed into his vests and pajamas.

“Aap? Woh spa waale log kahan hain?”

Maan replied in a husky voice, “Geet. Tumhein lagta hai ki mere rahte main kissi ko tumehin haath lagane doonga?”

“Maan. Woh ladkiyan hain.”

“Koi bhi ho. Tumhein chhone ka haq sirf mujhe hai. Samjhi tum?”

“To massage kaun karega?” She tried to tease him.

“Yahan mere alawa to koi hai nahin?”

“Maan – aap ye shararatein band kar dijiye,” she tried to bring sternness in her voice, but it drowned as Maan picked her up in his arms.

He made her sit on the massage table and untied the belt of her robe. The robe stayed in its place. He asked her to lie down on her stomach and she complied silently. He pulled off her robe from her shoulders exposing her shoulders and upper back for a while. He covered her with a long massage towel before taking off the robe completely. Geet shivered.

He started with massaging her arms, gently kneading the muscles and she relaxed. But after that the entire massage was an exercise of sweet torture for her. He turned his attention to her legs after the arms. His touches grew sensual, as he massaged the muscles around her ankles and toes.He slowly pushed the towel up as he massaged her calf muscles and then thighs. The towel was barely covering her hips and she gasped. A mix of relaxation and arousal was driving her crazy. The he covered her legs with the towel and uncovered her shoulders and back. While massaging her shoulders, his hands strayed to her nape, neck and upper chest, leaving her breathless. This wasn’t going to help her sleep better. He massaged her back after that and in between touched her spine lightly. It sent such sensations through her body that she could not keep still and her body jerked.

Maan smiled and asked naughily in his heavy voice, “Kya hua Geet?”

Her breathing was heavy and she did not reply. He then asked her to turn around. She did that trying to keep herself covered with the towel to the extent possible. He massaged the front of her legs, including thighs, once again causing her to hold her breath. Then he massaged her forehand lightly and it really relaxed her. All the tension she had been carrying for past few days seemed to leave her with his touch. He also expertly pressed her eyes and she felt good.

Then his hands roamed all over her face and she knew it was not a part of the massage. He stroked her hair, crushed her ears, rubbed her cheeks and touched her lips. His touches became rougher and demanding. The massage table was not big enough for what he wanted next. He picked her up, deposited her on the bed and climbed beside her. He repeated the massage, only this time he explored her body with his lips and not hands. Geet drowned in the feelings and reached out to hold and touch him. Her eyes were closed. As she reached his shoulders, she realized that he had undressed himself. She surprised Maan by pulling him closer to herself. Maan stared at her lips and attacked them furiously. The passion and desire that both of them had checked for months came pouring out and the night witnessed their passionate, yet sweet union.

After they had caught their breath lying next to each other, Maan turned to Geet and kissed her on the forehead, “I love you Geet.”

Geet smiled, but felt too shy to say anything. She lifted her head a bit and kissed him on his chest where his heart was. Shy and bold at the same time, she enamoured Maan. He tightened his arms around her as they drifted off to sleep feeling safe and content with each other’s closeness.

– The End –

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Ununderstood Feelings

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Note on the OS

There were many a things that were not properly explored since CVs hurried through the Dev’s exposure track.

Maan had accepted Geet without knowing that her culprit was his own brother. We, as audience, knew it. But I felt that this aspect of this relationship should have been explained to at least one more character in the serial too. Probably to Dev or Daadi or some friend. Also, the entire track of Daadi’s reaction to Geet’s pregnancy had practically not been explored. This OS is an attempt to explore some of those things.

And sorry for that weird word “ununderstood”.  I wanted one word for “not understood” and “misunderstood” was not the right word. Some online dictionaries did list the word “ununderstood”. So, I went ahead with it.

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Although Annie had been looking after all the arrangements and office staff had very enthusiastically pitched in to help in the wedding arrangements, the day had been tiring for Maan. The wedding was scheduled for the next day. And besides the wedding preparations, his worries about Geet’ safety would not let him rest. He kept running to check on her on some pretext or the other.

A while back, Annie had forcefully sent him to his room to take some rest. He should be able to enjoy his wedding, she had argued. Once he was alone, the only thought on his mind was that of Geet. He either felt worried about her, or felt extremely elated at the thought that in a day she was going to be his – completely and forever.

While he was dealing with his oscilating mood, Dadi entered the room.

“Dadi Ma! Koi kaam tha?”

“Nahin Maan beta. Kaam to sab log kar hi rahe hain. Main to bas aapse baat karne aa gayi.”

“Kuchh khaas baat hai kya?” His words were neutral, but Maan suddenly looked worried.

“Nahin beta. Aap itne nervous kyon ho rahe hain? Koi problem waali baat nahin hai. Bas humne socha ki kal aapki zindagi ka itna bada din hai, to ek baar pata kar loon. Aap khush to hain na?”

“Of course, Dadi Ma. Ye aap achanak kya poochh rahi hain? Aap achchhi tarah jaanti hain ki Geet hi meri khushi hai.”

“Hum aapko thanks bhi kahna chah rahe the.”

“Thanks? Woh kisliye Dadi Ma?”

“Aapne jo kiya hai wo aasaan nahin hai Maan. Ye jaante hue bhi ki Geet aapke bhai ke bachche ki Maa banne waali hai, aapne use apnaya. Agar aap aisa nahin karte, to pata nahin Dev ne jo Geet ke saath kiya, uski bharpai hum kaise karte. Aur hamein poora vishwas hai ki aap is bachche ko dil se apna lenge. Aakhir woh aapke bhai ka hi to…”

“Ek minute Dadi Ma,” Maan was almost disgusted at this interpretation of his relationship with Geet. But he controlled himself because of his respect for Dadi Ma, “Mujhe aise kaam ke liye thanks mat kahiye jo maine kiya hi nahin hai.”

“Kya matlab?”

“Dadi Ma. Main Geet se isliye shaadi nahin kar raha ki jo gunah Dev ne uske saath kiya uski bharpai kar sakoon. Maine Geet ko sirf aur sirf isliye apnaya hai kyonki main usse bahut pyaar karta hoon. Par aapne ye sahi kaha – maine us bachche ko sachche dil se apna liya hai. Lekin isliye nahin ki woh mere bhai bachcha hai. Balki Isliye ki woh Geet ka bachcha hai.  Aur isliye woh mera bhi hai – hamara bachcha hai. Aur Dev ka to naam bhi main uske saath nahin lena chahta. Main nahin maanta ki Dev ka us bachche se koi lena dena hai ya uske oopar koi haq hai. Ye baat kam-se-kam aapko pata honi zaroori hai Dadi Ma.”

Dadi looked surprised. Maan looked at her and realized that he needs to explain more, “Dadi Ma. Shayad aapko ye lag raha hai ki sagai waali raat se pahle mujhe pata nahin tha ki Geet pregnant hai?”

“Aapko pata tha?”

“Dadi Ma! Aapko lagta hai ki Geet itni badi baat mujhse chhupati? Geet aisi nahin hai Dadi Ma. Woh kabhi jhooth nahin bol sakti, sach nahin chhipa sakti. Mujhe pata tha ”

“Lekin unhone mujhe to kabhi nahin bataya?”

“Woh mera faisla tha.”

“Aapko nahin laga ki sagai ke pahle aapko itni badi baat mujhe batani chahiye thi?”

“Dadi Ma. Main maanta hoon, lekin main sahi mauke ki talash mein tha, jab aapko sab kuchh samjha sakoon. Main nahin chahta tha ki ye baat is tarah se aapke saamne aaye ki aap bewajah Geet ke khilaaf ho jayen.”

“To aapko pata tha Geet ke pregnant hone ki baare mein, aap ye nahin jaante the ki kasoorwar Dev hai aur phir bhi aapne Geet ko apnane ka faisla kar liya Maan? Aapko itna wishwas tha un par?”

“Sach to ye hai ki maine poori baat sune bina Geet ko galat samjha tha, bahut galat samjha tha. Apni is galti ke karan main almost use kho baitha tha Dadi Ma,” Maan’s voice reflected the sadness and fear at the mere thought of losing Geet, “Agar sach much Geet us waqt mujhse door chali jaati to pata nahin kya hota? Us par bharosa na karne ke liye main apne aap ko kabhi maaf nahin kar pata. Aur meri khushiyan? Woh to uske saath hi hamesha ke liye chali jaati.”

Suddenly Maan came to his senses. He had opened up too much in front of Dadi Ma and he would not feel comfortable about it later on.

“Khair Dadi Ma. Ab main un sab baaton ko yaad nahin karna chahta. Hum us mod se bahut aage nikal chuke hain.”

“Theek hai beta. Hum bhi buri yaadon ko nahin kuredna chahte the. Bas aapki khushi aapko mil gayi, aap muskurate rahein, isse zyada hamein kuchh nahin chahiye.”

“Thank you Dadi Ma,” Maan finally smiled to convince her of his happiness.

Dadi smiled back too, “Theek hai beta. Aap aaraam kar lijiye, hum abhi chalte hain.”

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Geet  was finally left alone for sometime after conitnuously being busy with one ritual or the other. Maan had been checking on her since the morning, but she hadn’t seen him in last one hour or so. She grew eager to see him and decided to sneak into his room, hoping that he would be there. But she had just reached his door, when she heard Dadi Ma thanking him for accepting Geet and her child. She could not resist overhearing the rest of the conversation.

By the time Dadi left, she had tears in her eyes. Although tears were not for herself, she did not want to alarm Maan. So, she decided not to meet him then. Dadi, thankfully, had not see her while leaving.

—

As soon as Dadi left, Maan once again grew restless thinking about Geet. He decided to go to her room and see her once.

He saw Geet in tears as soon as he stepped out of his room. He assumed that she must be feeling bad because of what Dadi said. He did not ask her anything there. He brought her in the room.

“Geet tum Dadi Ma ki baaton ki wajah se pareshaan…”

Geet silienced him by putting her hand on his lips, “Main apne liye pareshaan nahin hoon Maan. Maine to jab Dadi Ma ko aapko thanks kahte suna, to mujhe aapke liye bura laga. Log aapke pyaar ko shayad samajh nahin paayenge. Mujhe bura laga ki Dadi Ma bhi aapko nahin samajh payi.”

“Geet!” Maan was genuinely surprised at how she was thinking.

“Haan. Aur aap to kabhi kissi ke saamne apni feelings batayenge bhi nahin. Mujhe bhi kabhi duniya ko nahin batane denge ki aapke dil mein kitna pyaar hai, kitni hamdardi hai.”

“Geet. Agar ye baat hai to tumhein pareshaan hone ki koi zaroorat nahin hai. Duniya mere baare mein kya sochti hai, isse mujhe koi farq nahin padta aur tumhein bhi nahin padna chahiye. Duniya ko nahin pata hai ki main tumhein lekar kya mahsoos karta hoon, kyonki main kissi ko batana chahta hi nahin hoon. Tum samajhti ho na Geet. Bas itna hi chahiye mujhe. In fact, main Dadi Ma ko bhi kuchh explain nahin karta. Lekin unke liye ye samajhna zaroori tha ki main Dev aur uske gunahon ke baare mein kya sochta hoon. Bas isliye maine unhein poori baat batayi.”

Geet had nothing left to say. She just hugged him to convey her agreement and support for whatever he wanted to do.

Geet decided to leave after sometime, “Main jaati hoon. Shayad Dadi Ma, mujhe baaki rasmon ke liye dhoondhti hui aa jayen.”

Maan held her hand, “Bas ek din ki baat hai Geet jo main tumhein kissi bhi wajah se jaane de raha hoon. Kal se…”

He intentionally left his sentence incomplete and it had the desired effect on Geet. She smiled and blushed heavily, before she turned around and left.

As Maan looked on, a smile of happiness and contentment formed on his lips too.

 

Relations

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She hadn’t dwelt on it. It was just a moment, when she said, “Abhi Maa hoti to main unse poochh leti.” She was sifting through jewelry samples Dadi Ma had ordered and had asked her to choose from. For their wedding

But it struck him as he overheard her. Did she often have these moments, which she did not share with him? Because she did not want him to worry? He didn’t have any respect for her family members given the way they had treated her. And he knew that she was strong and believed in living her life, even when her dear ones betrayed her. She had moved on and lived without the protection of her family. But at the end of the day, she was still an eighteen year old. Wouldn’t it be too harsh to expect her not to crave for the company of her family, at least her parents, her mother? Especially on such an important occasion of her life, her wedding?

But all these were merely his speculations. He wasn’t sure what he should do. He could try and contact her parents. Possibly on hearing the news of her marriage, they would feel good for her and agree to come. But would that be the right thing to do? Would it bring back good memories for her or the bad ones? It was too risky a decision. He would never want to kill her happiness, definitely not due to something that he was trying to make her smile.

There was only one option. Talk to her. But not immediately. It was a sensitive issue and he wanted to think through his words. He wasn’t good with words. He should not hurt her even by mistake.

For now, he would just pull his usual tricks and make her smile.

“Geet.”

“Aap? Aap yahan kya kar rahe hain?” She startled as if caught in an act.

“Ek client se meeting karne ke liye aaya hoon,” he mocked her.

“Client se meeting? Yahan? Lekin neeche office mein to sab shaadi ka samaan pada hai. Aap mujhe pahle nahin bata sakte the? Ab itni jaldi main office kaise theek karoongi?”

His smile broadened as he heard her blabbering. She suddenly noticed him smile.

“Aap mujhe buddhu bana rahe hain?”

“Banane ki kya zaroorat hai Geet?”

“Kya?” Her eyes widened at the insult, “Aap apne aap ko samajhte kya hain? Vikram aur Betal ke Vikram? Yahan kya karne aaye hain aap?”

“To mujhe tumhein ye batane ki zaroorat padegi ki main apni hone waali biwi ke kamre mein kya kar raha hoon. Haan Geet? Ye bewkoofi nahin to aur kya hai?”

He started moving towards her with his seductive look in his eyes and she started moving backwards, until she hit the bed and ended up sitting on it. He leaned, bringing his face close to hers and placed his hands on her sides on the bed. He picked up the necklace lying on her left, while he continued to look into her eyes. She did not notice the necklace, until he started putting it on her over her head. She became confused, while his hands moved to the back of her neck. She closed her eyes as his touch affected her. He pulled the strings and the necklace fitted on her neck. He ran his hands around her neck to bring them in front and caressed the necklace, “Ye perfect lag raha hai.”

She opened her eyes. Confusion still reigned on her face and in her voice, “Aap…”

“… apni mishti ke liye gahne select karne aaya tha. Kaisi lagi meri pasand?”

He cupped her face and she stood up when he gestured her to.

“Bahut achchhi hai.”

“Tumne to dekha bhi nahin hai ki maine kya chuna hai. Tab se mujhe hi nihar rahi ho.”

“Aapne chuna hai to phir mujhe dekhne aur sochne ki kya zaroorat hai?”

He smiled and just as he was moving to kiss her, they heard footsteps outside and separated awkwardly. Dadi Ma had come.

She noticed the necklace Geet was wearing and remarked, “Are wah Geet! Ye necklace to aap par bahut janch raha hai. Badi achchhi pasand hai aapki.”

Maan and Geet exchanged a quick, stealth smile and they proceeded to discuss the mandap designs with Dadi Ma.

—

They had sneaked out on the terrace after dinner. Geet was sitting on the swing, blabbering away about something or the other, when Maan suddenly interrupted her, “Geet mujhe tumse kuchh baat karni thi.”

“To boliye na..”

“Geet – kuchh serious baat hai, aur…”

He appeared to be struggling to choose his words and Geet got worried. The last time she had seen him hesitate so much was when he was trying to ask her about Dev, whether he should look for her culprit and bring him to justice. What was it this time?

“Aap itna hichak kyon rahe hain? Aisi kya baat hai. Please mujhe jaldi bataiye.”

“Geet tum gussa mat hona, bas mere dimaag mein baat aayi, isliye poochh raha hoon.”

“Aap please paheliyan bujha kar mujhe pareshaan mat kijiye. Aisi koi baat nahin ho sakti jo aap mujhse nahin kah sakte Maan. Please bataiye.”

“Geet, kya tum apne parents ko miss kar rahi ho? Kya tum chahti ho ki woh hamari shaadi attend karein?”

Geet was too shocked to react for few moments.

Even after she recovered, she wasn’t sure why he asked that question.

“Aap ye kyon poochh rahe hain? Kya aapko lagta hai ki log mere ghar waalon ke baare mein sawaal poochhenge?”

“Nahin, nahin Geet. Tum achchhi tarah se jaanti ho ki logon ki mujhe koi parwah nahin hai. Main to bas tumhari khushi ke liye jaanna chahta tha Geet. Agar apni shaadi par tum apne parents ka saath chahti ho, to main kuchh bhi kar ke unhein launga. Lekin agar ismein tumhari khushi hogi, tabhi.”

Geet was overwhelmed once again at her man’s concern for her happiness. She knew how much he detested her family. And how unfair they had been not only to her, but to him as well. He was still willing to go after them for her happiness.

“Maan! Rishte khoon se nahin bante, nibhane se bante hain. Aapne ek pita ki tarah meri hamesha raksha ki hai. Jab bhi main pareshaan aur udaas hui, ek maa ke tarah aapne mujhe shaant karaya hai, mujhe bharosa diya hai. Bhai-bahnon ki tarah aap mere saath hanste-khelte hain, jhagadte hain, mujhe chhedte hain, mujhe hansate hain. Aur ek sachche jeevan-saathi ki tarah har kadam par mere saath rahte hain. Mere saare rishte aap par shuru hote hain, aur aap par hi khatam hote hain Maan. Mujhe kissi aur ki zaroorat nahin hai. Mujhe apni khushiyan kissi aur ke saath nahin baantni hain.”

It was Maan’s turn to be overwhelmed.

“Geet!” He could not say anything else.

Geet nodded her head slightly, as if to confirm all that she had said just now. Then she got up from the swing and Maan pulled her into a hug.

He decided to lighten the mood, “Waise Geet. Tum itni badi badi baatein karna kaise seekh gayi. Tum meri nakal kar ke practice to nahin karti rahti?”

Geet broke the embrace slightly, pretended to be angry and hit him on his shoulder. They started smiling and hugged again.

—

 

Note on the OS

I am aware that some people may not agree to the viewpoint presented in this story. The most common argument being that ‘parents are parents and how can she not wish to see her parents on her wedding day?’ But I have a strong opinion to the contrary.

To illustrate my idea, let me present an example from the serial itself. Do we think of Dev as the father of Geet’s child? Almost everyone in love with the serial does not. Most of us accept Maan as the father. Why? Dev is the one biologically responsible for the baby. But he did not carry out his responsibilities of protecting and loving the baby. Maan did. He protected the baby and loved it as his own. So, its Maan and not Dev who is the father of the baby.

To me, Geet’s parents and Dev are similar. Both have been spineless for their child. Both of them could not protect their child. The only difference is the Geet has lived with her parents for 18 years and of course, there have been moments of love and affection. But even during those years they had not been able to do anything to protect her from the ridicilous rules and punishments decided by Daarji. Those who have seen the initial episodes would know how torturous all of that was.

Given that they have royally failed in their basic duty as the parents, I have no sympathy for any affection between them and Geet. Check out Stockholm Syndrome. Even the captives end up developing positive feelings for their captors. It may sound harsh, but I treat this affection as closer to Stockhold Syndrome. She has been with them for 18 years, but that’s it. After that they left her to die and could do nothing for her. They might as well have killed her, when she was born.

So, I never accepted Geet’s family or parents returning to share her happiness in the wedding. (Especially not Daarju, who according to me is the biggest villain in the show.) They have no rights over Geet’s happiness. Only Maan has that right. He is the only family she has.

 

Her Saviour

Posted Mish5 CommentsPosted in Fan Fiction, Hinglish, Maneet (GHSP)

 

Note on the OS

In the show Dadi and Annie had decided to have some fun at Maan and Geet’s expense. Dadi faked anger at how they were coming so close to each other before their wedding and made the rule that they won’t meet each other for more than half and hour a day until the wedding. This incident is supposed to happen in that context.

—

“Geet, kya hua? Tum ro kyon rahi ho?” asked Anvesha.

Anvesha and Dadi Ma had just sent Maan away from the hall in the outhouse reminding him of the “half-an-hour-a-day” rule. Anvesha had accompanied Geet to her room, while Dadi Ma was supervising the servants bringing Geet’s clothes and jewelry to the outhouse. Geet had tried her best to control herself, but she just could not help it any longer. Her tears were unstoppable. Anvesha tried to distract her for a while by joking and teasing, but Geet appeared lost. That got her worried and she called Dadi Ma in.

By the time Dadi Ma came in, Geet had made an excuse and had gone to the bathroom. She was hoping to control herself, but in the solitude her tears became even more stubborn. Anvesha told Dadi Ma about Geet crying. They waited for her to come out, but there was no sign of her. Dadi Ma called Geet and knocked at the bathroom door. But she did not reply. So, she decided to call Maan.

Maan ran to the outhouse.

“Geet kahan hai?”

“Bathroom mein, magar bahar aa hi nahin rahin Maan beta. Kuchh baat hui hai kya?”

“Aap log jaiye, main dekhta hoon.”

They were too worried to remember the half-an-hour rule and did what Maan asked them to.

“Geet,” he knocked softly at the door after they had left.

She heard him and as much as she wanted to jump into his arms, she thought others were still there and hence hesitated in coming out.

Maan tried the knob of the bathroom door. It was unlocked. He went in immediately. His worry increased a hundred times on seeing her tear stained face. He cursed himself for not having listened to his instinct when Dadi Ma was ordering him away from the outhouse. He had felt something was matter with Geet given the way she had clung to him. Before he could ask her, Dadi Ma and Anvesha had barged in and he had to leave.

But he was there now.

“Geet,” he ran to her, cupped her face in his hands and wiped her tears with his thumbs. Geet looked towards the room apprehensively. Maan understood what was on her mind, “Wahan koi nahin hai Geet. Chalo, kamre mein chal kar baat karte hain.”

He made her sit on the bed and poured her a glass of water.

“I am sorry Geet. Mujhe us samay jaana nahin chahiye tha. Tum tabhi pareshaan dikh rahi thi. Kya ho gaya Geet?”

“Nahin,” Geet was embarrassed, “Aap sorry kyon bol rahe hain. Sorry to mujhe bolna chahiye. Itna tamasha ho gaya meri wajah se…”

Maan tried to cheer her up by making light of the situaiton, “Haan. woh to hai. Ab dekho, sab ko pata chal gaya ki tum mere bina ek pal bhi nahin rah sakti. Nahin rah sakti na Geet?”

But Geet was too embarrassed to notice that he was joking, “I am sorry. Aap chale jaiye. Dadi Ma pata nahin kya soch rahi hongi.”

“Geet. Main mazak kar raha tha. Aur tum Dadi Ma ki chinta mat karo. Main unhein achchhi tarah se jaanta hoon. Wo Annie ke saath mil kar mazaak kar rahi hain. Hamari khushi se zyada kuchh important nahin hai unke liye. Woh kuchh nahin sochengi. Aur Geet, agar tum nahin rah sakti mere bina to ismein bura mahsoos kyon kar rahi ho? Main bhi to nahin rah sakta na tumhare bina. Warna us waqt choron ki tarah aata kyon tumhare paas?”

“Aapko to to jaise koi phone kar ke bata deta hai main jab bhi pareshaan hoti hoon. Kaise aa jate hain aap har samay meri madad karne.”

Maan smiled, “Taqdir ko bhi pata hai Geet ki tumhein ab kissi bhi cheez ke liye pareshaan hone ki koi zaroorat nahin hai. Isliye woh mujhe tumhare paas bhej deti hai. Waise Geet, tumhein agar koi pareshaani ho to tum Dadi Ma se bhi kah sakti ho. Tumhein pata hai na ki woh tumhein bahut pasand karti hain.”

“Haan, lekin main ye baat unhein nahin bata sakti thi. Unhein meri pregnancy ke baare mein pata nahin hai na.”

This scared Maan, “Kya hua Geet? Tumhari tabiyat kharaab hai? Aur tum itni der se baith kar ro rahi thi? Mujhe usi waqt batana chahiye tha na. Chalo hum abhi doctor ke paas chalte hain.”

“Aap please shaant ho jaiye. Aise ghabrane se kaise kaam chalega. Kuchh badee problem nahin hai. Bas mujhe thodee kamzori lag rahi thi aur chakkar aa rahe the. Aur Dadi Ma mujhe kapde aur gahne chunne ke liye bula rahi thi. Ye sab mujhe waise bhi samajh mein nahin aata hai to main thoda ghabra gai thi,” she paused and then felt that she was getting worried for trivial reasons, “I am sorry. Main ekdum chhoti-chhoti baaton par ghabra jati hoon. Pata nahin, aap saamne nahin hote hain to mere saath aisa kyon ho jaata hai?”

“Nahin Geet. Ye chhoti baat nahin hai. Is halat mein tumhein itna stress nahin lena chahiye. Meri hi galti hai, mujhe Dadi Ma ko bata dena chahiye tha.”

Geet looked at Maan with fear in her eyes. She was scared of Dadi Ma’s reaction towards her pregnancy. While she knew about Dev’s fraud, she was still not aware of the baby. Would there be another obstacle for their wedding now?

Maan quickly assured her, “Ghabrao mat Geet. Main jaanta hoon ye sahi samay nahin hai unhein batane ka. Aur tareeke hain hamari problem ko solve karne ke. Taki tum stressed na ho. Main abhi dadi ma se baat karta hoon.”

Maan started leaving, but Geet clutched on to his hands, “Kya bolenge aap Dadi Ma ko?” She was still scared.

Maan smiled, “Main unhein yahin bula leta hoon. Tumhare saamne hi baat ho jayegi.”

Maan called Dadi Ma up. She was worried about Geet and he assured her that Geet was all right and if she was free, she could come to meet Geet right away.

Dadi Ma reached there in five minutes, “Geet beta, aap theek to hain na? Maan, kya hua tha inhein?”

Geet was not sure what to tell her; Maan replied instead, “Dadi Ma. Geet shaadi ki taiyariyon se thoda pareshaan ho gai thi aur ghabra gai thi. Aap to jaanti hain na ki Geet ek seedhi-saadi ladki hai. In gahnon-kapdon mein na to iski bahut dilchaspi hai aur na hi inki samajh. Isliye pareshaan ho gai thi. Aap aisa kyon nahin karti, aap aur Annie mil kar Geet ke liye kapde select kar dijiye. Mujhe yakeen hai Geet ko woh bahut pasand aayenge. Hai na Geet?”

Geet smiled with relief and nodded affirmatively.

“Bas itni si baat. Geet beta, hum to aapse select karne ko isliye kah rahe the ki hamein laga aap apni shaadi ke decisions khud lena chahengi. Lekin ismein itna pareshaan hone ki kya zaroorat hai. Chaliye, koi baat nahin. Aap ye sab hum par chhod dijiye. Hum ek achchhe stylist ko bulwa kar aapke liye sab kuchh select karwa lenge. Theek hai?”

“Jee Dadi Ma,” Geet replied.

“Aur Dadi Ma, mujhe lagta hai ki Geet shopping wagerah se thak bhi ja rahi hai. To jahan uski zaroorat na ho, wahan use shopping par mat le jaiye. Aap chahein to main aapke saath aa jaunga.”

Dadi Ma found his request odd and it showed on her face for a moment, but she decided not to make an issue out of it, “Theek hai baba. Aisa hi karenge. Jismein aap logon ki khushi ho. Ab sab theek hai?”

“Thank you Dadi Ma,” Maan and Geet said together and all of them laughed at this.

“Achchha, abhi hamein thoda kaam hai, hum aapse thodi der baad milte hain Geet. Tab tak aap aaraam kar lijiye,” Dadi left the room with this.

Maan sat beside Geet on the bed, “Ab to koi parehsaani nahin hai na Geet?”

“Jab aap aa jayen to mere paas koi pareshaani kaise rah sakti hai?”

“Ab samjhi Tum Maan Singh Khurana ke jaadu ko,” Maan teased her.

“Haan, haan. Bade aaye jadugar. Abhi thodee der mein Dadi Ma aur Anvesha ko aadhe ghante waala farmaan yaad aa jayega. Phir dekhti hoon kaun sa jaadu chalate hain aap unke oopar?”

“Badi dikaat ho rahi hai tumhein mere saath na rah kar?” Maan continued in her playful mood.

“Aapko nahin ho rahi hai?” Geet became emotional.

Maan reciprocated her feelings, “Bahut ho rahi hai Geet. Isliye to ye laaya tha,” he took out a cell phone from his pocket and kept it in her hand.

“Ye kyon?” Geet blurted without thinking.

“Geet! Ab mujhe tumhein ye bhi batana padega ki mobile phone kis liye rakhte hain?”

“Nahin. Woh…” she realized that her question had been stupid.

Maan smiled again looking lovingly at his goofy, confused sweetheart, “Geet. Jab bhi meri yaad sataye aur mauka mile, mujhe phone kar lena. Kam se kam tumhari aawaaz to sun sakoonga. Aur agar mauka na mile to ek message hi bhej dena. To pata chal jayega ki tum theek ho.”

Geet smiled and kept the phone on the side-table.

“Ab aap jaiye. Kahin Dadi Ma ya Anvesha ko bura na lag jaye.”

“Geet. Jab unhein bura lagega woh mujhe jaane ko khud hi kah dengi. Tab tak main kahin nahin ja raha, samjhi tum?”

Geet looked at him with adoration. He had been her saviour yet again! She came forward and hugged him to express her love, gratitude and respect. He hugged her back feeling content and happy to have her.

 

Sazaa

Posted Mish10 CommentsPosted in Fan Fiction, Hinglish, Maneet (GHSP)

 

Note on the OS

This was written after Indian Paints incident, when Geet realizes that Maan was never at fault and he had never bailed Dev or Naintara out. In the show she tells him that she knows how he never supported Dev and Naintara, accepts her mistake and tells him that it was so huge that she can not be forgiven. He should punish her for her mistake. This scene happens after that.

—

She waited for everyone to leave his cabin after the meeting. She was aware of Shasha’s envious and taunting eyes on her. She knew the reason. Maan had declared the meeting to be over, but Geet wasn’t moving. Everyone else had to. But she had long back learned to give a damn to Shasha.

She turned to him once they were alone. He was still sitting on his chair, pretending to be looking in to some file.

“Aapne mujhe bataya nahin.”

He turned to look at her, “Maine tumhein kya nahin bataya, Geet?”

“Ki aapne mujhe maaf kiya ya nahin?”

He did not reply; instead kept staring at her until she could take it no more and turned away. She waited for a few seconds; but disappointment clouded her eyes and she began to leave.

Only to feel the now so familiar pull on her arms. He had come behind her while she was waiting with her face away from him.

“Kahan ja rahi ho Geet. Tumne hi to kaha tha na ki tumhein maafi nahin mil sakti hai,”

She was on the verge of crying, “Pata hai. Aapka jawaab mil gaya – isliye to ja rahi hoon.”

“Apni sazaa liye bina maidaan chood kar bhaag rahi ho,” he had come right behind her and was holding her at her shoulders while speaking in his heavy, seductive voice.

“Kya sazaa dena chahte hain aap?”

He turned her around so that they were facing each other. He now had a mischievous smile on his face, which she did not notice because her eyes were downcast.

“Himmat hai sazaa lene ki, Geet?”

“Main kissie bhi saza ke liye taiyaar …” her voice drowned as she looked up at him and noticed his mischievous mood.

She realized which direction this conversation was going in and lowered her eyes again.

He ran his finger along the loose strand of her hair and tucked it behind her ear.

“Mujhse kissi aasaan sazaa ki ummed mat rakhna Geet. Tumhein pata hai na ki main kitna strict hoon.”

He started untying her hair and with the loosening of each strand he gave her some details of her punishement.

“Poori zindagi bhugatni padegi ye sazaa. Maut bhi chhutkara nahin dila sakegi is sazaa se.”

“Roz ek dusht danav ke tewar sahne padenge.”

“Dus sar waale Ravan ki zyadatiyan sahni padengi.”

“Mere dil mein umra-quaid milegi Geet.”

“Tumhari himmat ka test bhi dena padega.”

“Meri dulhan ban kar mere ghar aana padega.”

He had finished untying her hair. He went behind her and moved her hair to one side. He kissed her neck. She gasped and closed her eyes.

“Mujhse shaadi karni padegi. Manzoor hai sazaa?”

He turned her around as she opened her eyes and looked at him.

“Bolo Geet. Dar to nahin gayi?”

She lowered her eyes again as a shy smile formed on her lips. She hid her face in his chest and whispered, “Is sazaa ke liye to main baar-baar jaan boojh kar galtiyan karoongi.”

“Achchha – tumhein to bilkul bhi dar nahin lag raha hai Geet. Lagta hai tumhein sazaa ki jhalak dikhani padegi.”

She felt his hands roam up on her back and she realized that he was untying the dori of her kurti. Both of them seemed to have forgotten that they were in the office.

But they came out of their trance when they heard a knock. They quickly disengaged themselves as Maan asked the ‘intruder’ to come-in, putting up as straight a face as possible.

Shasha walked in and got disoriented with jealousy for a moment as Geet’s open hair gave away a hint of the intimate moment she had just shared with Maan.

She recovered and addressed Maan, “MK. Ms. Pindi Queen ke project ke baare mein discuss karna tha. Hum apna final proposal unhein bhejne waale hain, to agar aap ek baar sab check kar lete. Ye hai file…”

“Shasha – fifteen minutes mein hum conference room mein milte hain. Jin bhi logon ne proposal par kaam kiya hai, un sab ko bula lo. Main sabke saath hi dekh loonga.”

“Lekin MK, maine sab ke inputs le liye hain, sabki zaroorat nahin hai. Main abhi aapko…”

“Shasha! Jaisa maine kaha hai waisa karo. Mujhe sab log fifteen minutes mein conference room mein chaaahiye.”

Shasha reluctantly had to leave them alone again.

Geet had somehow managed to keep her composure till then. Now, she got all shy and nervous and said, “Main jati hoon,” only to be stopped again by the pull on her arms.

Maan came close to her, planted a kiss on her bare back, forcing her to close her eyes again as she struggled to keep her reaction to his kiss in check.

Then he retied her dori and covered her back with her hair, “Geet, tum sirf meri ho. Ye tumhari sazaa ka hi hissa hai. Bhoolna mat.”

Geet ran out to go to her cabin to catch her breath. She also had to be in the conference room in fifteen minutes as she was looking after the arrangements of the launch party for Pindi Queen.

—

Maan did not bother her for the rest of the day. Both of them were busy at work and it was 8 pm when Maan realized how late it was. He instinctively looked at Geet’s cabin and got surprised to see her working this late.

He barged in, “Geet, ab kaam karna band karo aur chalo mere saath. Main tumhein ghar drop kar doonga.”

“Aap chale jaiye Sir. Main bas 15-20 minutes mein nikal jaungi.”

“Geet. Tumhein khud ko over-exert nahin karna chahiye. Baaki ka kaam kal ho jayega. Abhi chalo yahan se.”

“Nahin, main abhi saari details finalize kar ke bhej doongi, warna event management waale kahenge ki unhein sufficient notice nahin mili taiyaariyon ke liye.”

“Theek hai. Main tumhari madad karta hoon.”

“Nahin. Main kar loongi.”

Her reply saddened Maan. He assumed that she refused his help because of their challenge.

“Geet. Kya hum us bekaar ke challenge ko bhool nahin sakte? Mujhe pata hai Geet ki tum sab kuchh khud kar sakti ho. Lekin tumhara apni sehat ka khayal rakhna bhi to zaroori hai. Agar tumhein challenge karne ki meri ek bachkani harqat ki wajah se tumhein koi bhi parehsaani hui to main apne aap ko maaf nahin kar sakoonga.”

Geet’s refusal to take his help had come from her habit of last few days of saying “no” to every offer of help from him. She was no longer really thinking about the challenge. So, she felt bad as she realized that she had ended up hurting him with her careless response.

“Aap please shaant ho jaiye. Main kissi challenge ke baare mein nahin soch rahi thi. Maine bas yun hi kah diya kyonki mujhe laga ki aap apna kaam kar ke thak gaye honge. Abhi bas decor aur khane ka menu final karna bacha hai. Aap decor ka proposal dekh lijiye. Agar kuchh change karna ho to kar dijiye. Main tab tak menu dekh leti hoon.”

Maan could not help but feel amused and smile at the deft way in which she was ordering him around. Was she the same clumsy girl, who used to falter at every step just couple of months back? He wondered.

Together they finished the work in ten minutes and sent the details by e-mail to their contact person at the event management firm.

—

Maan desperately tried to think of a way to spend more time with her, when Geet was getting out of the car at Meera’s place. Suddenly he said, “Ruko Geet. Main bhi tumhare saath aata hoon. Meera se mil loonga.”

Geet was suprised – since when did Maan become so sociable! His face gave away that meeting Meera is only an alibi, but Geet decided not to embarrass him. She wanted it as much as he did.

Upstairs, they found the apartment door locked. Meera wasn’t home. Geet opened the door with her keys and invited Maan in. She found a note on the table that said that Meera had to go out of the city for a couple of days. She had tried calling Geet up at the office number, but nobody picked it up. Geet figured that it must have been while she was in the meeting for Pindi Queen’s project.

Maan was smiling mischievously as Geet was telling him all this. She was facing away from him. As soon as she turned back he put up a serious face, “Geet! Mujhe coffee peene ka man ho raha hai.”

Geet smiled innocently and went to the kitchen, “Main abhi bana kar laati hoon.”

She felt Maan standing behind her while she was stirring the coffee with sugar. She froze, as Maan touched her at shoulders.

“Geet – tumhein pata hai coffee thode sugar ke saath achchhi kyon lagti hai. Woh thodi kadwi hoti hai aur thodi meethi. Bilkul tumhari tarah.”

Geet suddenly broke free from his hold, turned back to face him and made a cutely irritated face, “Main kadwi hoon?”

“Mujhe to lagta hai. Ruko taste kar ke confirm karta hoon,” Maan moved towards her with a slight mischievous smile on his lips.

Geet fumbled, “Aapki coffee ban gai hai, le lijiye,” and she tried to go away from there, but Maan stopped her and pulled her close to him. He enveloped her in one arm while with the other tucked her hair behind her ear, “Geet. Tum mujhse door nahin ja sakti – chaho tab bhi nahin. Ye bhi tumhari sazaa ka hisaa hai. Yaad rakhna.”

He took out her ear-ring with his free hand and then moved behind her, not letting his other hand off her. As he moved behind, his hand moved to her front, caressing her body between the shoulders.

He moved her hair to one side. He first licked her earlobe and then bit it lightly. If there was even a shred of resistance left in Geet, it went away at that instant. His hand caressed her soft hair and then wandered through it to find her other ear. He took off her other ear ring as well, putting both of them on the kitchen top.

He untied the dori of her kurti and unzipped the kurti slightly. It was enough to allow him to slide the kurti off her shoulder and he planted a kiss on her bare shoulder. He stole a quick glance at her face to see her reaction. Her eyes were closed and what he saw on her face encouraged him to continue. He started kissing her shoulder, moving up towards her neck as she tilted her head on the other side to give him access. His hands moved about on her bare neck, nape, shoulder and front, while his kisses became more passionate and urgent.

Geet’s breathing became shallow and heavy. She kept her eyes closed throughout as if she was afraid that it was a dream that would break if she opened her eyes. She, then, felt him lifting her. There was no question of resisting; instead she held him tight around his neck and hid her face in his shoulder.

He took her to her room and placed her gently on her bed. He lied down beside her and caressed her face, as her hand moved towards him to loosen his tie.

—

She managed to loosen his tie, but her hands were a bit too unsteady for his shirt buttons. Maan stopped her by taking her hands in his. He caressed her fingers hard with his hand, kissed them and then started nibbling at her index finger. He gave attention to her other fingers as well practically chewing on them. As soon as he left her hand, she turned away from him, lying on her side – all shy, embarrassed and at the same time excited.

As he looked at her half naked, vulnerable form, he realized that he been desiring her for so long and he lost the last iota of control he had. He quickly helped himself out of his clothes and pounced on her. Practically tearing her clothes off her body, he started exploring her entire body with his hands and mouth. He did not realize how rough he was being. While on the one hand Geet’s body was enjoying his attention, his intensity was also bewildering her. She was confused about how to react; so she decided to trust him with her well-being.

However, when he entered her, despite being aroused, she could not deal with his roughness and let out a slight cry. She immediately bit her lips and hoped that he had not noticed, but he had. It suddenly brought him back to his senses.

“Geet – tumhein dard ho raha hai?”

She became too embarrassed, “Nahin. Main theek hoon.”

“Geet – tum…,” he started saying and then stopped. He wanted to tell her that she should be vocal about her discomfort. However, he realized that his lady love might be a lioness outside, but she was inexperienced. It wouldn’t be easy for her to speak her mind out in bed. He mentally rebuked himself for being so insensitive. She was too young at 18 and her body would be especially tender with her pregnancy.

He withdrew and planted a passionate kiss on her lips to help her forget her embarrassment and confusion, before he proceeded with a tender and caring love-making session to mark their union.