Tag: Maan Singh Khurana

Bachelor Party

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

 

“Sab logon ne itne pyaar se aapke liye party arrange ki hai to aap itne nakhre kyon dikha rahe hain?”

“Geet! Mujhe nahin jaana hai – mujhe ye sab pasand nahin hai.”

“Haan, haan – Pata hai. Aapko hansi-khushi waali koi cheez kabhi pasand kahan aati hai? Lekin doosron ki khushi ke liye bhi kuchh kar liya kijiye.”

“Geet tumhein pata bhi hai ki Bachelor party mein kya hoga?”

“Kya hoga? Aasmaan sar par to nahin gir padega na? Bataiye kya hoga?”

Maan hesitated and Geet started again, “Dekha. Koi jawaab nahin hai. Bekaar mein bahane banaye ja rahe hain. Dekhiye – Adi Sir ne mujhse request ki hai aur maine unhein promise kiya hai ki aap party mein jayenge. Ab agar aab nahin gaye to main aapse baat nahin karoongi.”

“Geet!”

“Maan!” she imitated him.

“To tum nahin maanogi?”

“Nahin.”

“Theek hai. Marzi to tumhari hi chalegi. Lekin baad mein kuchh gadbad ho to mujhe mat kahna.”

“Aap wahan ja kar logon par cheekhne-chillane nahin lagenge to koi gadbad nahin hogi.”

Maan gave her an angry stare and walked out of the room.

“Babaji. Ab bas party mein inka mood theek rahe.”

—

Annie walked in to Geet’s room, “Geet. Tumhein pata hai Bhai kahan hai?”

“Haan. Woh Arjun ne bachelor party plan ki thi. To Adi Sir aur office ke baaki logon ke saath wahi attend kar rahe hain.”

“Kya? Bhai aur bachelor party? I can’t believe it.”

“Kyon?”

“Kyon? Tumhein pata bhi hai bachelor party mein kya hota hai?”

“Tum dono bhai-bahan ek jaisi baatein karte ho. Aisa kya hota hai bachelor party mein?”

Annie saw her cluelessness and decided to take advantage of the situation by giving her a rather exaggerated description of the dancing girls who would definitely be invited to the party and what all they will do including a special private dance for the groom.

Geet was flabbergasted and Annie left with a mischievous smile on her face.

—

Maan was disinterestedly walking around in the party, mechanically replying to the wishes and jokes coming his way. The host appointed by Arjun announced the special surprise, which to nobody’s surprise was going to be a dance by some half-clad girls. Most of the attendees forgot about him as they gathered around the dance floor to make the most of the opportunity. At this stage of life, it was not possible for Maan to feel excited about this teen-age entertainment. But if Geet came to know about the dance, she would go bonkers. He smiled as he recalled the moments when even the simplest hint of the attention towards him from women had made her go green. She is as possessive as he is. Suddenly he felt a strong urge to be with her, to hold her in his arms, to kiss her. And then pushed more by this urge of his  than the wish of avoiding the party, he sneaked out.

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“Geet kar di na tune phir wahi baat. Aa bail mujhe maar,” Geet was blabbering as she paced up and down in her room.

“Woh to mana kar rahe the jaane ko. Tujhe hi samaj seva karne ki padi thi. To ab bhugato.  Pata nahin woh ladkiyan party mein kya kar rahi hongi. Aur Maan? Nahin – mujhe un par to bharosa hai, par ladkiyon par nahin. Waise bhi ye Delhi ki ladkiya kaise chipakti rahti hain unse. Babaji – ab main kya karoon? Aap hi kuchh raasta dikhaiye na.”

“Haan – ye theek hai. Main phone kar ke unhein bol deti hoon ki woh wapas aa jayen. Koi party attend karne ki zaroorat nahin hai.”

“Nahin. Ye achchha nahin lagega. Aur phir woh mera bahut mazaak udayenge.”

She stopped pacing, held the rod of the bed and stood facing away from the door, “Babaji. Ab aap hi kuchh kijiye aur unhein party se wapas bhejiye.”

Maan walked up to her from behind and covered her eyes with his hands. Without even touching his hands, she recognized him, “Maan.”

She knew his touch so well and was so comfortable with it. She wasn’t even startled. He smiled, once again recalling the old days, when even an accidental pull on her dupatta or a touch on  her hand would push her to the edge of nervousness. They had come a long way.

He left her eyes and she turned around to face him.

“Aap yahan kaise?”

“Kyon? Abhi to tum apne Babaji se kah rahi thi ki main party se wapas aa jaun. Aur woh to tumhari har baat maante hain, hai na?” Maan teased her.

“Aap chhup-chhup kar meri baatein sun rahe the,” Geet pretended to be irritated to hide her embarrasment.

“Ye lo. Main kahan chhipa tha? Main to saamne darwaze par khada tha. Tum hi apne Babaji se baat karne mein itni busy thi ki meri or dekha tak nahin.”

“Aap meri taang mat khinchiye. Aap party se wapas kyon aa gaye?”

“Kyon? Tumhein achcha nahin laga? Theek hai main wapas chala jaata hoon,” he pretended to be offended and turned to leave.

She held his hand, “Maine ye to nahin kaha.”

“Lekin tumhari baaton se to yahi lag raha hai ki tum chahti ho ki main party mein jaun. Pahle bhi tumne hi mujhe wahan bheja tha. Main to nahin jaana chahta tha.”

“Par ye party to ladke bandhnon mein bandhne se pahle apni aazaadi ki khushi manane ke liye karte hain na? Phir aap kyon nahin karna chahte ye party?”

Maan turned around, held her at the shoulder and spoke emotionally, “Geet. Ye shaadi sirf duniya waalon ke liye aur tumhare liye hai. Taki log kabhi hamare rishte par ungli utha kar tumhein pareshaan na kar sakein. Jahan tak mera sawaal hai Geet, maine apne aap ko is bandhan mein bahut pahle baandh liya hai. Tumhari maang bharne se bhi pahle. Mujhe to pata bhi nahin chala tha Geet ki kab maine apni zindagi, apni taqdir, apni khushiyan sab tumse jod di thi. Aur jab pata chala, tab ehsaas hua ki is bandhan ke pahle meri zindagi mein khushiyan thi hi kahan, jo main unhein celebrate karne liye party karoon? Aur azaadi? Is bandhan ne mujhe jitni azaadi di hai, woh meri zindagi mein pahle kabhi nahin thi Geet? Hansne ki azaadi, khush rahne ki azaadi, zindagi jeene ki azaadi! Geet – meri zindagi mein jo kuchh bhi achchha hai, jo bhi hansi hai, jo bhi khushi hai, woh sab tumse hai Geet. Is bandhan ke alawa mere paas celebrate karne ki liye aur kuchh nahin hai. Lekin duniya meri in khushiyon ko nahin samajh sakti Geet. Unke paas tum jo nahin ho. To ye to sirf hum dono hi celebrate karenge.”

Geet was overwhelmed with emotions as she heard his monologue. Their bodies naturally moved for a hug. In the process Maan moved her hair away from her shoulder and planted a kiss there. She shivered, but made no attempt to free herself. Maan felt her shivering and smiled as he embraced her into a bone-crushing hug. His intensity was limited only by the concern for their baby.

 

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.

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“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.

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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.