Note on the OS
Immediately after their wedding Maan was unwilling to consummate their marriage, because it could have been dangerous for the baby according to the doctor. But he did not want to tell her that. In trying to keep her away from him, he ended up saying hurtful things to her and went off to Chandigarh for a day without telling her. Geet, meanwhile, came to know why Maan was keeping away from her and felt guilty about doubting his love. In the show they never showed Maan repenting his hurtful words. But he should have. This incident is supposed to happen after he comes back from Chandigarh.
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He stopped at the their bedroom door when he saw her sitting on the bed with her hands around her folded knees. She was sitting in exactly the same posture in which she had waited for him on their Suhag Raat. The only difference was that instead of the excitement, nervousness and love, her face showed pain and tears.
Did his staying away end up giving her more pain? He had crossed the boundaries while shouting at her. Because he would rather have her be angry at him that be guilty about herself. And he had hoped that the pain of the anger will be less than the fear of losing the baby – the baby that meant the world to her, even before he came in to their world. If there was a chance that things would look all right after the tests, if there was a chance to protect her from that guilt and fear, he wanted to take it. But did he do it right? Looking at her face right now, he thought he went utterly wrong. He went to the extent of hurting her self-respect. That was so unnecessary.
What was he to do now? He did not know how to face her. Probably he should stay away for couple of hours, until he had the time to consult the doctor. Once he knew the situation, he would make it up to her. If all was well, he would have succeeded in keeping her away from the guilt at least. And he would make sure that the pain he gave her in the process goes away. If things were still complicated, he would have to break the news to her. But he would also make sure that she did not feel guilty about it. He would find a way to ensure that.
Yes – he would stay away. But before he could turn back, she had sensed him. There was that connection between them! They always knew when the other person was around.
She saw him, got down from the bed, ran to him and hugged him. He hugged her back as a natural reaction, even though he had no clue why she was behaving this way. But when they were in each other’s arms, for those moments, the questions became immaterial. He hugged her as tight as she was hugging him and the desires raised their faces again in both their bodies. The caresses on their backs became rougher and more urgent, their breathings became shallow and they clutched each other so tight as if they just wanted to become one in the body – quite literally pushing themselves into one another.
Maan was the one who came to his senses first. He had to go away. He will end up doing a blunder if he stayed close to her.
He stepped away, tried to put on his Maan-Singh-Khurana expression and said as non-chalantly as he could manage, “Geet mujhe ek important meeting ke liye bahar jaana hai.” He turned away pretending to look for something.
She looked at him with tear-filled eyes. He was still putting up an act. But now she knew just how much he was hurting inside.
“Maan. Aapko meeting ke liye jaane ki zaroorat nahin hai. Maine woh meeting pahle hi attend kar li hai,” she said. She picked up a file from the bed and extended her hand towards him to give him the file.
Maan looked back in surprise, “Kaun si meeting ki baat kar rahi ho Geet?”
She just indicated towards the file in her hands.
Still perplexed, he took the file from her and realized by looking at the cover that those were her medical reports. He panicked and instead of reading the reports he started questioning her nervously, “Geet. Ye tumhare paas kaise aayi? Doctor ne tumhein… Tum theek to ho na Geet. Tum tension mat lena…”
“Bas Maan. Ab na to aapko mujhse gussa hone ka natak karne ki zaroorat hai, na hi apne aap ko itni taqleef dene ki zaroorat hai. I am sorry Maan. Please mujhe maaf kar dijiye. Aap meri hifaazat ke liye mujhse door ja rahe the aur maine bina soche, bina kuchh jane aapko kya-kya kah diya.”
Knowing that the wall of misunderstanding has broken, he could no longer hide his concern. He dropped the file on the bed and hugged her tight, “Geet! Tum theek to ho na. I am sorry Geet. Maine tumhein ek stress se bachana ke liye doosra itna bada stress de diya. Tumse door rahne ki koshish mein tumhein kuchh bhi bol diya Geet. Tum mujhe maaf kar dogi na? Kal raat ko bola hua mera ek bhi lafz sach nahin tha. Main aisa nahin sochta tumhare baare mein, soch hi nahin sakta.”
Neither of them tried to break the embrace as they talked. Geet replied, “Maan! Aapko maafi maangne ki koi zaroorat nahin hai. Main to jaanti hoon na ki aap mujhse kitna pyaar karte hain. Aapke pyaar ke oopar shak karna meri galti thi. Bas babaji se yahi maangti hoon ki mujhse aisi galti dubara na ho.”
“Geet. Aisa mat sochna. Ismein tumhari koi galti nahin thi. Jaise halaat maine bana diye the, usmein gussa aana to normal tha.”
He broke the hug and cupped her teary face in his hands. He wiped her tears with his thumbs, “Geet. Ab tumhein sab pata hai. Waada karo Geet ki kissi bhi baat ke liye na to tum khud ko doshi thahraogi, na hi tum koi chinta karogi. Waada karo Geet. Tumari aur hamare baby ki sehat ke liye ye bahut zaroori hai.”
“Aap kis mitti ke bane hain Maan? Aapko apni khwahishon ki koi parwah nahin hai. Kuchh bhi bardasht kar sakte hain aap apne oopar. Koi shikayat nahin hai ki shaadi ke baad bhi…” She did not complete her sentence, but the look of embarrassment and guilt on her face clearly told Maan what she was thinking.
“Geet. Kash main itna majboot hota jitne ka tum mujhe credit de rahi ho, to phir maine tumhein itni chot nahin pahunchayi hoti. Sach to ye hai Geet ki main halaat ko sambhaal hi nahin paya, apni kamzori ki wajah se. Tumse itni obviously door rahna nahin chahiye tha mujhe, na hi mera aisa koi iraada tha. Lekin jab tum kareeb hoti ho to main bahut kamzor pad jaata hoon. Khud ko rokna namumkin ho jaata hai mere liye. Aur isliye… Aur in sab ke beech main tumhein itni kadwi baatein kah gaya ki tumahre swabhimaan ko chot pahuncha di. Phir bhi tum mujhpar gussa nahin ho. Mujhe to ye batao Geet ki tum kis mitti ki bani ho? Tum apni chhoti si galti – chahe woh meri nazar mein galti ho bhi na – uske liye maafi maangne pahle chali aati ho. Meri galti chahe kitni bhi badi ho, mujhe maafi maangne ka bhi mauka nahin deti ho. Koi shikayat, koi gussa nahin rakhti man mein.”
“Maan. Jab tak aap mere saath hain, mujhe aapse to kya, kissi se bhi koi shikayat nahin hai. Us zindagi se bhi nahin, jisne mujhe bahut dhokhe diye. Kyonki usi ne aapko bhi to mere paas bheja.”
“Thank you Geet. Chahe main kitna bhi bada dusht-danav ban jaun, tum mujhe kabhi mere baare mein bura mahsoos nahin hone deti ho.”
“Kya karoon Maan, ye dusht-danav hi to mujhe pariyon ki duniya ki rajkumari bana kar, paristaan mein le aaya hai na. Usse kaise naraaz rahoon?”
They both smiled.
But Maan realized immediately that he did not yet know what her reports said. He became concerned again and picked up the file, “Geet. Tumhari reports mein kya hai?” He started leafing through the file to see for himself, as Geet answered, “Ab koi khatra nahin hai Maan.”
His eyes lit up and his facial muscles relaxed as he heard this and also confirmed it with the reports. But he wanted to be absolutely sure. He wouldn’t trust his own interpretation of the reports.
“Geet. Main doctor se mil kar aata hoon. Poori tasalli ho jayegi.”
“Par…” she started saying that she had already met the doctor, but realized that he would not be satisfied until he has checked it with the doctor himself. So, instead of stopping him from visiting the doctor, she asked to accompany him.
“Main bhi chalti hoon.”
“Nahin Geet. Tum aaraam karogi. Waise bhi Annie ke accident ki wajah se tumhein kaafi bhaag daud karni padi hai. Abhi aur nahin.”
Geet gave up. If this is what will give him peace, let it be. She could manage to be away from him for couple of hours. After all, now she knew that he wasn’t going away from her.
Maan wanted to meet the doctor alone. Somehow he did not trust Geet this one time. What if she had pressured the doctor to tone down the reports for the sake of his happiness. He did not realize that he was suspecting Geet of scheming to a level that this simple, straight forward girl was inherently incapable of. But he was so paranoid about her situation that he trusted no one, not even Geet herself. He couldn’t help it.
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“Maan, kahan hain aap?” It had been over four hours since Maan left to see the doctor and she was getting restless.
“Office mein, aur kahan rahunga is samay? Aur tum office kyon nahin aayi? Kitna saara kaam hai yahan par. Shaadi ho gai to kya pati ke paison par hi aish karne ka irada hai,” Maan pulled her legs.
Her mouth literally opened in surprise. What had come upon him? A few hours back, he wouldn’t even have her go to the doctor. And now he is taunting her for not coming to the office.
‘Abhi batati hoon,’ she thought to herself.
She entered his cabin full of her cute irritation. But Maan was talking to several employees about a project proposal. She could not help notice that he was being very patient with people asking questions and did not even shout at Tasha for some silly remark of hers. Although he acted the boss with his usual authority, Geet could not help notice the brightness in his eyes and relaxation in his manners. He was clearly happy. Must be the effect of doctor’s reassurance, she thought. Seeing him happy she forgot all her irritation.
Maan assigned quite a bit of work to her too. She left his cabin with others and started working on her tasks. It was already late afternoon when she had come to the office. Soon everyone had left for the day. Geet didn’t realize it until she saw Maan in her cabin staring at her.
She startled on noticing him, “Aap? Yahan kya kar rahe hain?”
“Kyon? Main apni biwi ko dekh nahin sakta?” He said teasingly and moved towards her.
“Mr. Khurana. Ye aapka ghar nahin office hai. Main aapki biwi nahin, secretary hoon,” Geet also played along.
“Koi baat nahin. Main apni secretary ke saath hi thoda romance kar leta hoon,” he had come very close to her and they were staring into each other’s eyes. She was so lost in him that she did not notice him keeping a rather large packet on the table.
“Aapki biwi naraaz ho jayegi.”
“Woh kuchh nahin kahegi,” he grabbed her at her waist and pulled her closer. She gasped. Their lips were very close.
Geet became nervous, “Maan – hum office mein hain.”
“Yahan koi nahin hai. Aur aaj hum ghar ja bhi nahin rahe hain.”
“Matlab?”
He turned his attention to the packet on the table. That’s when she noticed the packet. He opened the packet and took out a beautiful one piece, ankle length, white dress. It flared slightly around the waist. It was enhanced with white laces, without using too much of them, giving it a classy, sober look.
Geet smiled when she looked at the dress, “Mere liye hai?”
“Nahin. Meri biwi ke liye.”
Her smile got bigger and she tried to take the dress from him, “To aapki biwi abhi change kar ke aati hai.”
But he did not let her take the dress and pulled her towards him.
“Aaj apni biwi ko main apne haathon se taiyaar karoonga.”
She became nervous again, “Maan!”
“Chup, bilkul chup Geet,” he placed his hands on her lips.
He slipped the dress over her head so that the flares covered her upper body. Keeping his hands under the dress, he untied the dori of her kurti and unzipped it. Then he slipped it off her shoulders and pulled it down until it came to her waist. At that point he untied the dori of her salwar too and pulled both the pieces of her dress down temporarily exposing her legs. He then adjusted her hands in the dress and pulled it down in place. She hadn’t realized that the zip had the back of her dress was open until he embraced her to take his hands at her back and zipped the dress up.
She had her eyes closed during the entire process. She let the reaction of her body to the most sensual dress up ever take over her mind. Finally she opened her eyes when she felt his hands off her body. She noticed that the dress had very thin straps leaving her shoulders practically bare. She panicked a bit. It was fine in front of him, but he did not expect her to go out like this, did he?
‘Babaji!’ she prayed silently.
As if Babaji heard her prayer she saw him take out a small full sleeve jacket matching her dress from the packet. He went behind her and made her wear the jacket. She felt relieved. Maan noticed this and smiled slightly, which she could not see.
Still standing behind her, he reached out to take something out from the packet. She could not see what it was, until he kept it on the table. He proceeded to take off her ear-rings and replaced them with the diamond ones he had brought. They matched her dress perfectly. There was also a matching necklace that he put on her, in the process intentionally rubbing her ears, neck and nape. She was finding it hard to keep steady by now. He was driving her crazy. As if he realized this, he made her sit on her chair and placed her hands on the chair’s arms. Then he slowly took off her bangles and replaced them with a set from the packet, once again they matched her dress.
He kneeled and started taking off her sandles which embarrassed Geet a bit, “Ye aap kya kar rahe hain?”
“Ek shabd nahin Geet. Aaj sab kuchh mere tareeke se hoga,” he said without even looking up at her. He was concentrating on her feet. Once he took off her sandles, he massaged her feet lightly. She again decided to give in to the sensations generated in her body by his touches. She closed her eyes and leaned back on the chair. He made her wear a new pair of sandles studded with white stones.
He then made her stand up and opened her ponytail to let her hair loose.
He held her at the shoulders and asked, “Kaisi lagi dress Geet?”
“Ye to aap bataiye ki main kaisi lag rahi hoon ismein.”
“Bilkul meri pari jaisi,” Maan smiled indulgently.
Geet blushed deeply. He took her hands in his and they moved towards the door.
Geet asked once they were in the car, “Hum kahan ja rahe hain Maan?”
Maan smiled at her, but did not reply. She realized that he wanted to surprise her and decided to wait for it.
“Geet. Mujhe aise dekhti rahogi to main traffic par dhyaan nahin de paunga. Gadbad ho jayegi,” Maan’s voice brought her out of her reverie. She realized that she had been staring at Maan for last fifteen minutes or so for which they were driving. She blushed and leaned back on her seat. She closed her eyes as she felt herself soaking happiness from all around her. Happiness in being with her man, her Maan.
She looked forward to the night with excitement and nervousness.
—
The car stopped and they got out. Geet was engrossed in her thoughts and did not notice the surroundings. She went to Maan.
“Maan! Mujhe aapse kuchh kahna hai. Nahin… kuchh maangna hai.”
“Geet! Tumhein mujhse kuchh maangne ki kya zaroorat hai? Agar woh cheez mere paas hai to le lo. Agar nahin hai to bata do – aa jayegi,” Maan smiled lovingly.
“Agar koi cheez hoti to aisa hi karti, lekin mujhe koi cheez nahin, aapki zindagi ka ek hissa chahiye.”
“Meri to zindagi hi tum ho Geet. Lekin phir bhi… bolo tumehin kya chahiye.”
“Aapki jeevan-saathi hone ka haq.”
Maan was surprised and worried, “Ye kya bol rahi ho Geet? Ye haq tumhein maangne ki kya zaroorat hai? Ye to tumhara hai hi. Humne shaadi ki hai Geet. Kya tum abhi bhi meri kal ki baaton se…”
“Nahin Maan. Aisa nahin hai. Aur mujhe hamare shaadi aur pyaar ke rishte par bhi poora bharosa hai. Lekin mujhe kabhi kabhi lagta hai ki kahin maine aapki zindagi mein bas ek khoobsoorat si gudiya na ban ke rah jaun. Jise dekh-dekh kar aap khush to ho sakte hain, lekin jiske saath aap apni zindagi baant nahin sakte, sukh-dukh nahin baant sakte.”
Maan’s face showed immense pain as he asked, “Aisa kyon kah rahi ho Geet?”
“Maan. Mujhe pata hai ki aap mujhse bahut pyaar karte hain. Aap hamesha meri hifaazat karna chahte hain, mujhe khush rakhna chahte hain. Aur isliye aap apni pareshaaniyan mujhe kabhi nahin batate. Akele ladte rahte hain, tadapte rahte hain. Jaisa ki aap shaadi ke baad se kar rahe the. Ye to sahi nahin hai na? Mujhe haq hai aapki pareshaaniyon ke baare mein jaanne ka, unse aapke saath ladne ka. Khud ko pareshaan rakh kar aap mujhe khush nahin rakh sakte Maan. Jaise mere sukh-dukh se aapko farq padta hai, waise hi aapki khushiyon aur pareshaaniyon se bhi mujhe bahut farq padta hai. Aur main itni kamzor nahin hoon Maan. Aap hi ne mujhe majboot banna sikhaya hai aur main aapke saath saari mushkilon se lad sakti hoon.”
Maan was looking at her with an expression which was a mix of love, adoration, regret and pain, “I am sorry Geet. Jaane-anjaane mein maine tumhein khush rakhne ki jagah dukh pahunchaye hain. Shayad mujhe akele jeene ki itni aadat ho gai thi ki… Lekin ab nahin Geet. Sirf is baar ke liye mujhe maaf kar do. Aage se aisa nahin hoga.”
“Maafi mat maangiye Maan, please. Mujhe pata hai aap jo bhi karte hain meri khushi ke liye hi karte hain. Bas ye batana chah rahi thi ki meri khushi aapke saath rahne mein hai. Chahe sukh ho ya dukh.”
They both smiled. She leaned on to him and he held her in his arms.
They separated after a few seconds and Maan asked, “Chalein?”
She nodded and for the first time looked around. What she saw surprised her. A jungle! After all the dress up, she wasn’t expecting to land in a jungle for their night together.
‘Babaji! Inko thodi akal dijiye. Inhein junglon mein janwaron aur machchharon ke beech rahna achchha lagta hoga. Ye mujhe yahan kyon le aaye hain – woh bhi aaj ki raat?’ she thought to herself and complained to her Babaji.
She wasn’t speaking aloud, but her face showed some funny expressions without her realizing this.
“Kya hua Geet?”
“Nahin, kuchh nahin.” Geet forced a smile.
Maan, though, had been able to guess what she was thinking and he suppressed a chuckle.
After walking for a few meters, they came near a tent. The fire was burning and there was a small pond nearby. But he did not stop outside. Instead he put his arms around her shoulder and led her inside the tent.
Geet literally took a step back in surprise as she entered the tent. Then she moved around to examine the interiors while Maan looked at her with an amused and loving expression, his arms folded across his chest.
The inside of the tent was furnished in a way that was nothing less than a room in a five star hotel. Apart from being well decorated and well-lit, it had a king size comfortable bed and a small coffee table with two chairs, food was waiting for them on the table.
She turned back to see a smiling Maan.
“Maan! Aap intni taiyaariyon ke saath camping karte hain aur uske liye itni deengein haankte hain?” she was genuine in her question.
“Kya?” Maan’s smile vanished and he looked stupid for a moment. The he recovered, “Geet tum pagal to nahin ho gai ho. Of course, main aise camping nahin karta hoon. Ye sab maine tumhare liye arrange karwaya hai.”
“Oh!” It was Geet’s turn to look stupid and they just stood at their places for a few second without knowing how to proceed.
Finally Maan broke into a slight laughter and came towards her.
Geet spoke first, “I am sorry. Main chaunk gayi thi. Aapne itna achchha arrangement kiya aur main aapka mazaak uda rahi thi.”
“Geet. Bahut bholi ho tum. Aur isi bholepan ne to mujhe pagal bana diya hai.”
Geet blushed as he cupped her face and planted a kiss on her forehead, “Apni maasoomiyat mat khona Geet, chahe zindagi mein kaisi bhi pareshaaniyan kyon na aaye.”
Geet did not say anything, just hugged him.
“Khana kha lein Geet.”
“Haan mujhe to bahut bhookh lagi hai.”
As they sat down to eat, Maan could not concentrate on eating at all. He looked at Geet and if he hadn’t controlled himself hard, reminding himself that she must eat in time, he would have pounced on her immediately. For how long had he desired her! Since the night at the dhaba? When looking at her drenched in the rain, happy in a moment and sad the next, he had been unable to resist hugging her tight and had willed the time to stop right then. Or probably since much before that. since the first time he had seen her? When she had tried to heal his wound in their first meeting, on the pretext of which he had left her stranded! What if something bad happened to her then. No – he shuddered to think of those possibilities now. He had desired her when he had seen her in the white dress, looking so serene and innocently beautiful, to accompany him to Amritsar, when he had saved her from the speeding vehicle in Amritsar – she was distraught. He had pretended to not care, but she affected him. Affected him so much that he had tried to find peace in the Golden Temple. Even though he was not a believer. He even found an alibi to go to her house to inquire after her and his heart had skipped a beat on being told that she had not come back. He was not at peace until he had seen for himself that she was in her house – safe. He had been desiring her all the time, without consciously knowing it. His thoughts kept going back to her – practically a stranger then – but probably bound to him by a bond much stronger than that of an acquaintance or any social relations. He had desired her when he had saved her from being killed by Brij and his goons, when she had clung to him fearing for her life, when she had walked away from him instead of going to the police station as he had suggested. He had pretended to be disgusted with her weakness, but that, too, was only a way to avoid acknowledging his desires. And all those days she was in his office as strictly his secretary, goofing things up and then innocently asking for forgiveness, daring to give it back to him – the Maan Singh Khurana – if he made a mistake, taking his sorry to be a part of the dictation, tripping and falling, fumbling with her dupatta, falling asleep on her chair, muttering angry-nothings at him under her breath, driving him crazy with her innocent charm, with her simplicity, with her extra-ordinary ordinariness, with her ability to laugh even in trouble, with her liveliness, with herself. When he had seen her in a saree for the first time, when he had saved her from the mishap in the party, when he had seen her in her red lehnga getting ready for a party she had so painstakingly organized and which he had trashed and in his confused state of mind – not knowing whether to go close to her or to go away from her – had fired her and she had indeed left! Left him. When he had felt like his soul was being taken away from him. When, if he had not let his ego take an upper hand, he would have gone after her receding figure, held her hand, pulled her close to him and would have told her that she couldn’t go away from him!
What was he thinking? Geet was saying something, urging him to eat. She was praising the food. Maan was hardly able to register anything. He was seeing her lips – full and inviting! Let her eat, he told himself. He smiled and nodded at whatever she was saying without registering much. In trying to control himself in present, his mind again took solace in past. What had caused this uncotrllable urge he was feeling today. It was the wait of months! Control he had exercised all those days and the last few days – since their wedding! What had happened after the party? The party which had been so successful despite his misgivings, thanks to her. He had seen her blood in her cabin, he had rushed to her home but she had not trusted his intentions. She had thought he wanted to hurt her. It had torn his heart. But why was he remembering all this now? She trusted him blindly now. Geet had finished eating. She had washed her hands. She was happy about something. She was talking endlessly. How different it was from all those days when she wanted to run away from him, when she would not admit her feelings to him, when he had to force her to be his fake-fiancee just to keep her near him and had felt the brunt everytime she reminded him of the fakeness of their relationship. Through all of that – he had desired her and finally the day was here, when he would make her his own – in one final sense of the word – physically.
The force of his passion made him worry for a moment. Would he end up hurting her? But he let go. Now, nothing could go wrong between them. They were over all the obstacles, all the misgivings. It was their time to do what they wanted to.
Geet was still blabbering on and on about something. He loved that, but right now there was no space for words between them. He went up to her, stood behind her and put his hands on her lips, startling her and shutting her up. He hands slipped down from her lips and caressed her chin and neck.
His caresses were rough and intense. It was new to Geet, who was used to his soft, caring touches. She was still getting used to it, when he turned her around – once again with a force that she had not felt before. She looked into his eyes and what she saw there scared her for the moment. It was not her loving, caring husband. Those eyes were oozing wild passion and desire – almost animalistic. They threatened to engulf her. But she wasn’t scared for long. She understood his desire and felt happy about it. To be desired so furiously by the man she almost worshipped was the best complement the woman in her could get. He wanted to possess her, devour her and she felt happy, content and proud. She gave in to his passion. She turned into his wax doll, whom he could mould as he wanted. She felt him grabbing her hair and pulling her head backwards. He was still rough, but he was not hurting her. He never could. Protecting her was his basic instinct. It didn’t matter how engrossed he was in his desires, he would not hurt her. She complied to his push and felt his urgent kissed on her neck. He tried to access her shoulder and her jacket came in between. He pushed it off her shoulders but did not bother to take it off completely. Her hands were stuck in the jacket and she could not move them forward. As he kissed and nibbled at her shoulders, she went weak in her knees – literally – and was about to lose her balance. Due to the jacket she could not even hold him, but he immediately supported her at the waist without interrupting himself. He was driving her crazy and she really wanted to touch and hold him. But her hands were helpless. Did he do it on purpose? She wondered. Someday she would get back at him and drive him as crazy. But today he wanted his way. And she will give in to his ways. She felt him lifting her up. He made her sit on the bed and relieved her of her jacket. His movements were still jerky and urgent and they would remain so until he had had her for himself. She could not resist her temptation to hug him. He let her do that and hugged her back. Even his hug was different today. It was not a caring lover’s hug that he would usually give her. It was the hug of her wild lover. She still melted in his hug. She loved him in all his avatars. The khadoos boss, the caring guardian, the impatient teacher, the loving husband and now the wild lover. She loved this too. She let herself drown in the currents he was bringing. He pushed her down on the bed and pinned her as he slipped beside her and pulled the cover over them. She felt like she was floating in a sea of pleasure and contentment as he claimed each inch of her body. Even in that state should could not help but notice that he was taking care to not press her stomach to save the baby from any harm, irrepective of how wild he was being otherwise. Basic instinct, she thought to herself again and the tears of happiness flowed from her eyes.
—
After they were both spent, he felt like he was coming out of trance; as if he was in some other world – just him and his Geet and everything else around them had disappeared. Now he noticed everything and saw Geet lying beside him in his arms, looking at him, smiling through her tears. He pulled her close to him and wiped her tears.
“Geet,” he said in the softest possible, loving voice, “Ye aansoo?”
“Khushi ke hain,” Geet replied quickly to reassure him.
Maan smiled and pulled her even closer. But now he was slowly realizing how wild he had been. The concern he had pushed under the carpet came back in full force. He wanted to ask her if she was fine, but he hesitated. Would it sound odd?
Geet noticed the change in his expression. He looked worried.
“Kya hua Maan?”
“Nahin, kuchh nahin Geet. Woh bas…” He paused.
“Maan – aapne thodi der pahle mujhse waada kiya tha ki sab kuchh share karenge mere saath. Aur ab phir?” Geet reminded him gently.
“Haan Geet. Ye poochhna tha… ki… tum theek ho na… Main… Kuchh zyada to nahin ho gaya? Tumhein koi problem to nahin hui?” he managed to ask, looking very uncomfortable.
“Maan! Main bilkul theek hoon. Aapko pata na ho to main bata doon ki aap galti se bhi mujhe chot nahin pahuncha sakte.”
He was visibly relieved.
Happy and content, they chatted away for a while. Rather Geet talked and Maan fondly listened to her, until they had drifted away to sleep in each other’s arms, in the middle of a jungle, away from the noises of the world.
