The Loss

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Their baby! He had a connection with the baby even when he did not know of its existence. Everytime he had saved Geet, he had saved the baby too. In the twisted ways of the fate, the baby had become the reason why Geet had come to his life. Even if he had not developed any other feelings for the baby, he would have given it his life for this one favour! He had hated Geet when he first came to know of its existence; at least he thought so. But even then, he had felt a sense of responsibility towards the baby. He had not been able to leave Geet when she was pregnant. He had scolded her everytime she ignored her pregnancy and acted childishly. When he had accepted her in his life with her past, he had assumed the responsibility of the baby. He was doing it for Geet’s sake and he did not realize when the sense of responsibility had turned into care and then immense love. He did not realize when he had started looking forward to the baby’s arrival in their lives, not just for Geet’s happiness, but for his own as well. He did not realize how, but all of this had happened. He had started feeling enthusiastic about becoming a father. And finally he was happy with his life, with his small family.

And then the accident happened. He was heart-broken. He had never felt this helpless in his entire life. He wasn’t sure what was tearing him apart more. His own grief or Geet’s heart-breaking pleas to bring her baby back! At that moment, they had cried in each other’s arms.

But later…

He looked up to see Geet standing in the balcony. His Geet! He felt like he not only had lost his baby, but he was also losing Geet. She was completely oblivious to her surroundings. Even to him. His presence did not affect her any longer. He remembered the time when she would sense his presence in the house even from far. The time when she had come running to him after his return from Chandigarh, not caring about her dupatta that had caught fire. The time when simply by going close to her, he would have her weak in her knees. Now she walked past him as if he did not exist.

If there was one thing which could have helped him come out of the grief the baby’s loss had brought, it was Geet’s chatter. If only she would talk to him. He would have happily listened to anything she said; if only she would talk. But he was not able to do anything to make her talk. She had talked to him properly only once. When he had tried to clear up the things from the baby-room he had decorated so enthusiastically. She had accused him of trying to take away baby’s memories from her, which was all she was left with. How hurt had he felt! But what could he do? Whom could he blame? Definitely not Geet, who had become practically lifeless. He could not be mean to her. He had been a witness of her struggles for the baby. He had understood that the baby was more important to her than even himself and he had accepted it. But what was he to do now? For her, for himself? He was in a double whammy. The loss of the baby had hurt him deeply. And seeing Geet like this was tearing him apart. In trying to give strength to Geet, he was not able to even grieve for the baby openly. There was no respite for him.

He shuddered as the thought occured to him once again – he was losing Geet too. He was losing his most precious possession. Life was slipping out his hands like sand.

“Khana kha lo Geet. Tumne breakfast bhi nahin kiya tha.”

She just pushed the plate away and got up to leave.

“Ruko Geet. Meri baat to suno.”

She had barely eaten one chapati since yesterday. She was already weak after the accident. This way she would kill herself.

The thought made him shiver again. Where had she gone? She had to eat, even if that meant him force-feeding her. He decided to go and look for her.

She was wandering in the garden. From a distance, he saw Dev approaching her. This had him worried. He did not want to shout from there, lest it disturbed her. He walked faster, but Dev was already talking to her by the time he reached there. He overheard him, “Geet. Main tumhara dukh samajh sakta hoon. Woh mera bhi bachcha tha…”

“Dev,” Geet shouted at him with such force in her voice that not only Dev, but Maan was also scared for a moment, “Agar tumne dubara mere bachche ke saath apna naam liya to main tumhara khoon kar daaloongi. Bhool ke bhi aisi galti mat karna.”

She was trembling in anger. Her eyes looked mad and murderous. She looked like she’d actually make good of her promise of killing Dev. Dev silently retreated as Maan went to her and held her.

Without saying anything, he directed her towards the mansion and she complied silently. There was something in her violent demeanour that troubled Maan. His instincts were warning him. Geet was not fine at all. He managed to feed her one chapati, but she would eat no more. That should give her some energy at least, he told himself. He asked her to take rest and went out on the terrace to clear his mind.

Annie saw him going to the terrace and just then she spotted Dadi Ma.

“Dadi. Aapko nahin lagta hai ki Geet ke miscarriage se na sirf dono log dukhi hain, balki unka rishta bhi bikharta ja raha hai? Geet ko to jaise pata hi nahin hai ki Maan bhai uske aas paas hain. Aur Bhai bhi apne man ki baat kar nahin pa rahe hain. Aapko nahin lagta ki hamein Geet se, ya un dono se baat karni chahiye?”

“Annie beta. Aapki baat to sahi hai. Ye bahut hi mushkil daur hai inke liye. Lekin beta, humne it dono ko shuru se dekha hai. Jab ye log ek-doosre ke liye apne ahsaason ko maanne ke liye bhi taiyaar nahin the, tab bhi ek doosre ki kitni fikr karte the, ye hamein pata hai. Bahar se dekhne mein chahe jaisa lage ki ye hamesha jhagad rahe hain, ya ek-doosre se baat nahin kar rahe hain, lekin inke beech mein kissi bhi teesre insaan ke liye jagah nahin hai. Hamare ya aapke liye bhi nahin.”

“Lekin Dadi, abhi kuchh zyada bura waqt nahin hai?”

“Ham jaante hai Annie ki aap kya kah rahi hain. Lekin hamara yakeen maaniye. Ye jab jhagadte hain, to isliye kyonki ek doosre ki awaaz sune bina rah nahin sakte. Ye agar chup rahte hain to bhi ek-doosre ki khamoshi padh lete hain. Inke rishte ke har utaar-chadhao ko inhone khud hi suljhaya hai. Abhi bhi bas ek doosre ki hi baat samjhenge. Kissi aur ke kiye kuchh hoga bhi nahin. Rishte to humne apni zindagi mein bahut dekhe hain beta, lekin inke beech kuchh alag hai, kuchh bahut gahra hai, jise aam taur par log samajh bhi nahin sakte. Kabhi kabhi to hamein bura bhi lagta hai, lekin aapne bhi to dekha hai na ki Maan ko Geet ke saamne kuchh aur nazar nahin aata hai. Hum bhi nahin. Aur Geet bhi Maan ke liye kuchh bhi kar sakti hain. Maan ki kaisi kadwi baatein jheli hain inhone ek samay par. Inka pyaar, nafrat, khushi, gham sab kuchh ek doosre se jude hue hain.”

“Theek hai Dadi. Jaisa aap theek samjhein. ”

When Maan came back from the terrace Geet was not in the room. He wasn’t sure why, but he panicked. He checked the bathroom and the balcony. She was not there. He rushed out of the room. He saw Nakul going down the corridor.

“Nakul, tumne Geet ko kahin dekha hai?”

“Bas abhi-abhi kitchen ki or gayi hain.”

“Kitchen?” She hadn’t shown interest in anything, including kitchen and cooking, since the accident happened. Why to the kitchen suddenly? Water was already there in the room.

Maan spotted her as soon as he reached the kitchen door. He was horrified and cried out, “Geet!”

Geet looked up to him. Her eyes, which always spoke to him, were strangely empty. She was holding a meat knife close to her wrist. A single wrong movement and she would have harmed herself.

“Ruk jao Geet. Tumhein chot lag jayegi.”

“Maan! Mere paas mat aayiye. Mujhe mat rokiye aap.”

“Kya kar rahi ho Geet tum?”

“Main apne bachche ke liye jee rahi thi. Ab mujhe nahin jeena hai. Mere paas mat aayiyega Maan. Mujhe rokiyeha mat.”

Her face showed a madness that scared Maan.

But he realized the gravity of the situation and forced himself to think with his mind and not heart.

He suddenly said, “Dadi Ma. Aap yahan?”

Geet got confused because he was looking past her towards the kitchen shelves. How could Dadi Ma be there? She looked back instinctively and Maan used this opportunity to jump towards her, grab the knife and throw it away. He held her tightly lest she took the knife back and harmed herself.

When she realized what had happened, she started struggling in Maan’s grip, “Chhodiye mujhe Maan. Mujhe zinda nahin rahna hai. Mujhse meri zindagi bardasht nahin hoti hai…”

“To pahle mujhe maar daalo Geet. Agar tumhein kuchh hua to kya main zinda rah paunga? Pahle mujhe mar jaane do,” Maan cried.

The mention of Maan dying gave a jolt to Geet. She stopped struggling and looked up at him horrified. Her eyes were no longer empty; they showed immense pain. Pain at the loss she had already suffered. Pain at the potential loss of Maan, that he had just told her about.

Maan felt exhausted and he kneeled on the floor in desperation while holding Geet’s hands, “Geet. Main jaanta hoon ki maine apna waada toda hai. Hamare bachche ko main nahin bacha paya Geet. Mujhe tumhein chhod kar nahin jaana chahiye tha. Mujhse bahut badi galti ho gayi. Aur iske liye tum mujhe kuchh bhi sazaa de sakti ho. Lekin Geet – agar khud ko mujhse door karne ki sazaa dogi to main bardasht nahin kar paunga. Itni badi sazaa mat do Geet. Mera saath mat chhodo. Maine apne bachche ko kho diya hai. Ab agar tum bhi mere saath nahin rahogi to main kaise jee paunga?” His voice was sad and he looked defeated.

Geet did not say anything, but her tear-filled eyes told him that she understood him, finally! He got up, held her by shoulders and took her towards their room. She leaned on him slightly and he tightened his grip around her.

Annie noticed them together in the corridor and smiled.

Geet woke up in the middle of the night to find Maan awake. He was watching her.

“Kya hua Geet?” He asked all worried.

“Kuchh nahin. Bas pyaas lagi thi.”

“Oh!” He poured water for her.

After drinking the water, she asked, “Aap soye nahin Maan? Raat ke do baj rahe hain.”

“Haan. Woh Geet – main soya tha. Lekin achanak neend khul gayi.”

She knew he was lying. She thought for a moment and said, “I am sorry Maan. Maine aapko bahut pareshaan kiya. Mujhe pata hai ki aap dar gaye hain ki main phir se… I am really sorry. Main apne dukh mein itna doob gayi ki aapki tadap dekh hi nahin paayi. Main…” she started crying. She had understood Maan and had realized that she was being unfair to him. But her heart was still bleeding for her baby and she could not hold back. Maan did not try to stop her from crying. Just hugged her and few drops of tears escaped his eyes too. They couldn’t have wished away their grief. They could not have stopped themselves from crying. But they could at least do it togeher, in each other’s arms. And then one day they would be strong again!

– The End –

Animalistic Urge (Part 3)

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Next evening at around 4 ‘o clock, Maan sent Geet a message, “Tumhare liye 15 minute mein gaadi bhej raha hoon.”

She replied back, “Kahan ja rahe hain hum? Taiyaar hone ka to time dijiye.”

“Uski zaroorat nahin hai. Jo ghar mein pahan rakha hai wahi pahan kar aa jao.”

Geet was confused but happy that for once she does not have to worry about what to wear while going out with him. Driver left her at one of the poshest hotels in the city. Maan was there to receive her when she got down. She looked at him questioningly, but he just smiled and reassured her with his typical blink. Then he took her hands and walked to the reception. They had a reservation for Mr. and Mrs. Khurana. Receptionist gave him room keys in duplicate. Maan handed one of the keys to Geet and asked her to go to the room. He would join her in sometime.

Geet entered the suite that was reserved for them. The room she entered into had an entire beauty parlour set up. She looked around and saw a beautiful, pink bridal lehanga in the wardrobe. She wasn’t sure what to do. Just then she heard the doorbell and opened it to find some uniformed girls.

“Ma’m – hum log hotel ke salon se hain. Mr. Khurana ne aapko taiyaar hone mein help karne ke liye hamein bheja hai.”

“Oh! Theek hai. Aaiye.”

It took them close to three hours to do the entire bridal make-up for After she was ready, the girls took her to the other room of the suite, which was connected by a door to this one. Geet got another surprise when she found the entire room decorated with flowers just like their room on their wedding night was.

With her own make-up and dress, the room, and now the anticipation, she felt like she was reliving her wedding night all over again. And then it occured to her. That is what he wanted. He wanted her to live their wedding night fully, which both of them had spent anxiously. A smiled spread on her lips. So, she should play along as well. She had been roaming around in the room feeling confused till now. But now she climbed on the bed and sat there, waiting for her man – for their suhaag raat. Just like she had done on the night of their wedding.

Maan had entered from the other room and had already reached the connecting door when Geet was climbing on the bed. He was stunned by how she looked. Pink really suited her very well. He patted himself mentally for making the right choice. He had the lehanga stitched a few days back, precisely for the day that was finally here. He could keep it a surprise from her, because he had her measurements from the wedding dresses.

Geet did not realize that he was watching her, as she sat down on the bed, settled her lehnaga and dupatta properly, put her arms around her legs folded at the knees and waited. Waited for him to come and consume her, make her his own!

He smiled seeing her prepare. Somehow watching her settling down on the bed felt a very intimate sight to him. Something that the groom was not normally supposed to see. But he did. With his Geet, nothing was out of bounds. She did not need to pretend in front of him. He could and would know everything about her. He felt a rush of blood in his body at this thought. He took a deep breath to calm himself down. They had the entire night in front of them. And it was not to be just about him, but about her and him, about them.

When Geet saw him standing at the door. She became anxious and fidgeted despite her best attempts to remain calm. Maan noticed this. He moved towards her slowly and sat beside her on the bed.

She shivered when he placed his hand on her shoulder, surprising even herself. His touch was not so new to her now. She was used to his closeness, his touch, his breathings and yet – probably there was something in this wedding night arrangement that made her feel shy like a traditional new bride expecting to meet her husband for the first time. For some reason she also felt very nervous. It showed on her face and it did not escape Maan’s notice.

He asked in a very concerned, but also very seductive voice, “Dar lag raha hai Geet?”

She felt awkward, but did not lie. Just nodded in positive.

He smiled patronizingly, “Mujhse dar lag raha hai?”

She was not looking at him and did not see him smiling. She thought she might have offended him. So, she hastened to clarify, “Nahin… aapse nahin… woh…” She looked up at him and her voice drowned.

“Agar lag raha hai, to achchha hi hai. Lagna bhi chahiye. Aaj tak jitni shararatein tumne ki hain, un sab ka badla main lene waala hoon tumse aaj raat. Samjhi tum?” He had taken the dupatta off her head.

His words were threatening and his voice was seductively demanding. Geet’s heart skipped a beat. For a moment, she seriously wondered if she will survive his passion and demands for the night. But then she took a deep breath and relaxed. Why was she getting scared? This was Maan, her Maan. He always keeps her well-being before his own. She can safely let herself be drowned in his desires and passion. He will take care of everything. She closed her eyes and let this feeling of complete submission sink into her. It calmed her nerves and she was now looking forward to their night togehter with expectations.

She felt, absorbed and internalized his every touch as he took off her maang-teeka, followed by the necklaces. He placed a kiss on her forehead and rubbed his hand along her neck. Even those simple touches sent pleasant sensations through her body. She sighed. Her eyes were still closed. Maan did not like it. He wanted to be able to see in her eyes the sweet torture he would inflict on her through out the night. He wanted to be able to see her nervousness, shyness, excitement and pleasure. And where could he see all of these better than her eyes.

“Aankhein kholo Geet. Aaj ki raat wahi hoga jo main chahunga. Aur agar tumne aankhein band ki to mujhse bura koi nahin hoga.”

She opened her eyes. Maan sighed looking at them. What was there in those innocent eyes that had been driving him crazy since the first time he saw her? He wondered whether for the sake of his own sanity, he should let her close her eyes. But he pulled himself together. The temptation to see her entire being in her eyes was too strong, too intoxicating to be foregone.

He then restarted his task of de-accesorizing her. He took off her earrings one by one and licked and bit her bare earlobes. Geet’s eyes closed, but she remembered what he had told her and opened them before he moved back and looked at them. He saw her nervousness and excitement in her eyes and a very slight smiled crossed his lips.

He turned towards her feet and took off her payal. He massaged the muscles around her ankles. It relaxed and aroused her at the same time. Once again she had to put in conscious effort to keep her eyes open. Left to themselves, the would close immediately. Maan saw her struggle and smirked when she was not looking at him. Next he removed her bangles and then rings from her fingers. As he bared her hands, he took them between his own and pressed them in a way that conveyed his assurance, protection, desire, passion and demands at the same time. Geet was getting overwhelmed.

His hands went to her shoulders to free her dupatta form the pins which were holding it to her blouse. Geet gasped when he slipped his fingers inside her blouse at her shoulder. He took the pin out from both sides of her blouse deftly and removed the dupatta. He threw it on the floor. There was no way she could have reached it. She kept herself from closing her eyes, but could not look at him either. Her eyes were downcast. He had seen her in semi-dressed state earlier too, but this moment was different. She felt very vulnerable and her folded legs instinctively moved towards her upper body in an attempt to cover her. But he stopped her by touching her knees and instead of allowing her to curl up, he pushed her to lie down on the bed.

He planted a kiss on her exposed belly and said, “Baby! Aapke Papa aapki Mamma ko thoda pareshaan karne waale hain aaj. Thoda nahin, kaafi saara. Lekin aapko ghabrane ki koi zaroorat nahin hai. Mamma ko bhi achchha hi lagega. Waise bhi ye unki shararaton ki hi punishment hai. Aap aaram se so jaiye.”

Then he looked at Geet with eyes that seemed to tell her that he would eat her up there and then. She gathered her crumbling will power together and asked him in a broken and weak voice, “Aap.. baar baar… mujhe… darane ki… koshish kyon kar…”

He bent down and kissed her right arms several times before replying, “Main tumhein darane ki koshish nahin kar raha hoon Geet. Bas wahi kah raha hoon jo main karne waala hoon.”

She swallowed hard. Maan made her lie on her stomach and started kissing her on the spine starting from the small of her back. She fought to keep herself calm, but he just seemed to know how to drive her crazy. As he reached close to her blouse, she untied the multiple doris that were holding it in place, exposing her upper back too for him to devour. He continued the assault with his lips, tongue and teeth on her nape, sides of the neck and the shoulders.

She completely lost herself and called out his name, “Maan!”

Maan withdrew from her for a moment to ensure that she wasn’t uncomfortable. She took this chance to turn around. Once she was on her back, she reached out for his shoulders and pulled him close to herself, hugging him tight. He hugged back and smiled. He had succeeded in his designs on her. He had driven her to the edge and she was now going to be helpless in his arms. Consumed as much by desire as he himself was. It was going to be fun now, he told himself.

“Itni aasaani se nahin Geet,” He told her in a strangely sweet, menacing way, “Abhi tumhein aur tadapna hai, mujhe itne dinon tak tadpane ke liye.”

He continued to torture her, touching and kissing her all over, but not giving in to his own or her desires of consummation. He literally took her to the limits. He, himself, was getting to the limits in the process, but the fun was worth it. It was after an hour, that he showed some chances of relenting, when he finally kissed her on the lips. His kiss was so desperate and demanding that it gave away how much on the brink of giving in he himself was. After he broke the kiss, he whispered in her ears, “Ye kiss yaad rakhna Geet. Zindagi bhar. Achchha lagega.”

After that even if he wanted to torture her more, his own restraint gave way as they united with each other in a passionate consummation.

After a while, when they were lying in each other’s arms and their pantings had subsided a bit, she spoke, “Maan!”

“Kya hua Geet?”

“Ek baat poochhon?”

He turned towards her and said smilingly, “Agar mana karoonga to nahin poochhogi?”

“Abhi bhi chidhana zaroori hai?”

“Tumhein chidhana aur tumse jhagda karna bhi utna hi achchha lagta hai Geet jitna ki… tumse pyaar karna.”

He ended his sentence in such a suggestive tone that she blushed heavily and could not pretend to be irritated.

“Bolo Geet. Kya poochhna tha?”

“Aapne itna sab kyon plan kiya?”

“Kyonki Geet. Hamara ek sapna adhoora rah gaya tha, haalaton ki wajah se. Main use poora karna chahta tha.”

Geet smiled lovingly and snuggled up closer to him in almost a hug. He was obsessed about each of her dreams, wasn’t he?

They slept so peacefully that night as they had not done in ages.

– The End –

 

Animalistic Urge (Part 2)

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His instinctive reaction was to shake her up and ask her right away – Why! Why did she do that… But he had not completely lost his mind. Just a while back, in his aggression, he had hurt her. He shouldn’t be repeating that mistake. He couldn’t understand why it happened, but he realized that in his anger he became her assaulter, from her protector. Right now, he had to protect her from himself.

He tried his best to remain calm as he told her, “Kamre mein jao Geet. Tumhein aaraam ki zaroorat hai.”

Geet was surprised and scared. Why was he so calm? He should have bursted out with anger and questions for her. She suddenly remembered when he had become unexpectedly calm after the fiasco at his farmhouse party. He had planned to leave her forever then. What was he planning now? She was scared to death.

“Maan. Please meri baat suniye…”

Maan spoke angrily this time, although he consciously tried not to shout, “Tumne suna nahin maine kya kaha? Jao yahan se. Kamre mein jao.”

There was no scope for disobeying him. She would fuel his anger further if she did not listen to him. She moved backwards, scared to death, but unable to do anything.

He saw her receding figure and turned away. To get control over his thoughts and to release his anger, he started working out again.

Geet did not go back to her room. She hid behind a pillar, where he would not notice her and kept looking at him. She was feeling helpless and started crying. She pressed her mouth with her hands so that she did not make any noise. While she could not bring herself to leave him alone in this state, she could not afford to anger him further by making her presence felt either. She sank down on her knees and finally felt so exhausted and hopeless that she rested her back against the pillar and closed her eyes.

She stayed like that for around fifteen minutes, after which she felt someone’s presence, his presence around her. She opened her eyes and stood up startled. He was there watching her.

She got too scared thinking he would be angry that she did not listen to him, “Main… Maan… I am sorry. Main jati hoon.”

She turned to leave and got pulled back by his familiar, firm hands.

His voice reflected only pain when he asked, “Kyon Geet? Aisa kyon kiya tumne? Kyon madad maangne gayi usse? Us insaan se jiski shakal tak dekhna tumhein manzoor nahin hai!”

One of his hands was around her waist, and with the other he supported her at the upper back.

“Aapke blood group ka khoon kahin nahin mil raha tha Maan. Humne Delhi aur Chandigarh mein bhi pata karwaya tha. Meri saari ummeed khatm ho gayi thi Maan. Mere paas aur koi chaara nahin tha. Mujhe pata hai ki isse aapko bahut bura laga hai, bahut gussa aa raha hai, lekin mere liye aapki zindagi se badh kar kuchh nahin tha Maan. Dev se main jitni bhi nafrat karti hoon, usse bahut zyada aapse pyaar karti hoon. Maan ke bina Geet ka koi astitva nahin hai. Main apni nafrat ke liye aapki zindagi se kaise khel sakti thi?” she finally poured her heart out. She was still scared of his reaction, but simply by coming out clean to him, a huge burden had been lifted off her heart.

He pulled her in a hug. There were so many things he wanted to tell her. He wanted to tell her that no one can love the way she loved him. He wanted to tell her that how lucky he was to have her. He wanted to tell her that he was really sorry that due to him she had to feel indebted to the person she hated the most. But he had tears in his eyes and he would have choked on his words, if he had tried to voice these feelings. Somewhere he was sure that his Mishti understood the love, respect and gratitude he felt towards her. Not just for this sacrifice of her, but for every moment of happiness and love that she had brought in his life. He hoped that she was listening to his heartbeats right then and was able to hear all that was there in his heart.

And then a feeling of remorse took over. For how he had treated her earlier in the day. How insulted and humiliated she must have felt. Why did he do things in his anger that were a black mark on the sanctity of their relationship?

He broke the hug, cupped her face in his hands and said, “Geet. Mujhe maaf kar do. Maine kamre mein tumhare saath jaise behave kiya, mujhe nahin karna chahiye tha.”

“Maan. Aap aisa kah ke pyaar ke yaadgaar palon ko bura kyon bana rahe hain.” She blushed and lowered her eyes as she continued, “Pahli kiss to zindagi bhar yaad rakhne ki cheez hoti hai na?”

“Kis mitti ki bani ho Geet? Meri galtiyon mein bhi pyaar dekhti ho.”

“Auron ka nahin pata mujhe, par main to jaanti hoon ki us gusse mein pyaar ke alawa kuchh nahin tha. Sirf mere liye pyaar, sirf meri chinta,” she smiled looking into his eyes and then added to lighten the mood, “Haan! Bas agar aap mere haath aur kandhe na todein apni ye badi si majboot body ka fayda utha kar, to achchha rahega.”

Maan finally smiled. He was so overwhelmed that he did not know what should he do express himself. She was so much better at it than him. With immense love, he went ahead and picked her up in his arms.

“Maan – main bilkul theek hoon. Aapko mujhe utha kar le jaane ki zaroorat nahin hai.”

“Tumhein zaroorat nahin hogi Geet. Mujhe hai – tumhein apne paas rakhne ki, tumhein chhone ki!” He looked at her smiling and blushing face and fervently wished that he could find ways of expressing how much he needed to love her!

He settled her on the bed and lovingly caressed her forehead and cheek.

“Geet. Ab tum so jao. Raat kaafi ho chuki hai. Aur tumhein aaraam ki zaroorat bhi hai. ”

“Aur aap?”

“Main doosre kamre ke bathroom mein ja kar shower le leta hoon, takin tumhari neend kharaab na ho.”

“Nahin! Mujhe abhi nahin sona hai. Aap mere paas baithiye.”

“Par Geet…”

“Main kuchh nahin sun rahi. Jab se Shimla se nikle hain, jaise pareshaaniyon ki baadh aa gai hai. Mujhe thodi der shaanti se aapke saath baithna hai.”

Maan smiled, “Theek hai begam sahiba. Aapka huqm sar-aankhon par!”

He settled himself beside her and started stroking and caressing her forehead.

“Ab main yahan hoon to tum kuchh bol nahin rahi ho.”

“Ye lo. Har waqt bolna zaroori hai kya. Khud hi to aap shikayat karte rahte ho ki kitna bak bak karti hoon main.”

“Tum bak bak karti ho to main shikayat karne ke liye to munh kholta hoon, warna Geet – mujhe to dhang se baat karna bhi nahin aata. Apne dil ki baat batana to bilkul nahin aata.”

“To kya hua main hoon na hum dono ke liye bolne ke liye.”

Both of them smiled.

Maan noticed some papers on the side table.

“Woh kya hain Geet?”

Geet was startled, “Woh… Kuchh nahin…”

“Kuchh kaise nahin…” Before Geet could do anything Maan reached out for the papers and started looking at them, “Test results? Woh to kal milne waale the.”

“Haan – par doctor ka phone aaya tha ki taiyaar ho gaye hain to main aaj hi le aayi.”

“Phone to hamesha mere mobile par aata hai.”

“Aap ka mobile engaged tha to unhone ghar ke landline par kiya tha.”

“Aur tumne mujhe abhi tak bataya kyon nahin.”

“Woh… main batane hi waali thi…”

As Maan went through the reports, his eyes glittered with happiness and naughtiness. Geet was biting her lips in shyness and nervousness.

“To ye baat hai, Geet! Tum mujhse bachna chahti thi?” The reports indicated that Geet as well as the baby was fine and there was no danger to either of them now.

“Nahin… woh.. Main… Batane hi waali thi…”

Maan put the papers away, turned to her, pulled her closer and asked in his heavy voice, “Kya batane waali thi Geet?”

“Woh.. Reports ke baare mein…”

“Kyon? Kya badal gaya reports ke aane se?” he paused to see her reaction. Her shyness made him tease her even more, “Bolo Geet. Ab saari bak-bak karne ki taqat kahan chali gayi?”

He moved forward to kiss her. She closed her eyes, but he backed off at the last moment.

She opened her eyes and looked at him in cofusion.

“Nahin Geet. Aise nahin. Hamari suhaag raat yaadgaar honi chahiye. Tum aaj aaraam kar lo.” He paused and added with a mischievous smile, “Zaroorat padegi.”

With this, he made her lie on the bed, ran his hand from her forehead over her eyes to make her close them and kissed on her eyes.

He went out to another bathroom to take his shower and looked at the watch. He still had time to make calls and arrange things for tomorrow.

To be continued

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.

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.

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?

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.

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 –

His Obsession (Part 2)

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“Dev!”

“Bro Aap?”

“Dev! Tumne khoon de kar meri jaan bachayi hai. Tumhara jo bhi ehsaan hai, woh mere oopar hai. Usko lekar Geet ya Dadi Ma ko emotionally blackmail karne ki tumhein koi zaroorat nahin hai,” Maan immediately came to the point.

“Bro. Aapko kaise pata chala? Aur maine koi ehsaan nahin kiya hai. Main…”

“Kya chahiye tumhein Dev?”

“Bro…”

“Kitne paison ki zaroorat hai tumehin? Geet se kya maang rahe the? Tumhein jo chahiye mujhse lo. Geet ko dubara pareshaan mat karna.”

Dev told him about his debts.

“Theek hai. Apne creditors ke naam mujhe de do. Main sab karze clear kar doonga. Aur haan – mere paas tumhare liye ek aur deal hai.”

“Deal?”

“Haan! Mumbai mein maine ek naya ghar liya hai. Tum wahan ja kar rahoge. Agar kuchh kaam karna chaho to kar sakte ho. Na karna chaho to mat karo. Tumhare account mein tumhare kharchon ke liye main har mahine paise transfer kar doonga. Tum apni life jee sakte ho. Bas laut kar yahan Geet ke saamne mat aana.”

“Par Bro. Main apne parivaar ke saath rahna chahta hoon. Aur Dadi Ma…”

“Dadi Ma ko ye jaan kar bahut khushi hogi ki tum apna career khud banana chahte ho. Tumne apne fayde ke liye meri jaan bachayi aur main tumhein uske badle ghar aur paise de raha hoon. Manzoor ho to theek hai, warna… Mere jeete jee to main tumhein yahan nahin rahne doonga.”

Dev just nodded.

“Tumhare tickets tumahre paas pahunch jayenge,” Maan said and left the room, not to look back.

When Maan left, Dev was seething with anger and vowed to take his revenge from Maan. He hated his power over him. How could his brother treat him like shit. He had hoped to create a rift between Maan and Geet by meeting her repeatedly and sowing doubts in Maan’s mind. But the plan had obviously failed. He needed to do something more direct now!

Once Maan came out of Dev’s room, he consciously decided to not think about him. His thoughts returned to Geet. He could not help feeling overwhelmed with what she had done for him. Taking help from the man she detests the most! How would she have felt while asking him to help. And bearing him around her all the time after that. Unable to ward him off because she was under his debt. Could he do something to make up for that? Could he do something special for his Mishti, who managed to make him fall in love with her again and again? He, of course, had her test results with him.

He loved his sherni, who would talk incessantly, who would not be put down by any body or any situation. But what drove him really crazy every time was how she became helpless in his arms. He only had to go near her and all her resistance gave way. The chatterbox of a girl turned into a silent wax doll, looking so vulnerable, yet comfortable – as if she belonged there, belonged to him. She had become just that a few minutes back when in his frustration he had held her really close and had tried to physically coax her into giving in! When he had seen her like that, it had taken him all his willpower to not lose himself in her and get back to the business at hand. Now that everything was out of the way, he was going to have her to himself for the rest of the evening.

Feeling an urgent need to take her back in his arms, he took long strides towards their bedroom. But he stopped at the door when he saw Dadi and Annie in the room talking to Geet. From what he could hear, there was nothing important going on; just the usual women’s chit-chat. He got irritated. He was in no mood for small talk with anyone, not even Dadi Ma or Annie. But before he could go away Dadi noticed him and asked him to join them. He could not refuse. He absent-mindedly answered a few questions they asked him about his day. He felt relieved when Dadi Ma finally said, “Chaliye Annie. Maan abhi laute hain office se; unhein aaraam karne dete hain.”

Maan and Geet saw them off till the door of their room. As soon as they went out of sight, Maan turned back, locked the door and got hold of Geet surprising her.

“Mujhe pareshaan karne mein tumhein mazaa aata hai na Geet? Pahle itne dinon se poori baat na bata kar tum mujhe pareshaan kar rahi thi. Aur ab jab sab theek ho gaya to tumhare paas mujhse baat karne ki bhi fursat nahin hai. Kya zaroorat thi Dadi Ma aur Annie ko bulane ki abhi?”

“Par maine unko nahin…”

He shut her up by covering her lips with his hand, “Chup. Bilkul Chup. Bahut bolti ho Geet.”

She did shut up. Her eyes showed some fear. But this fear of hers did not worry him. It only heightened his desire for her.

“Reports to padh li hongi tumne?”

He hadn’t removed his hand from her lips. So, she replied by nodding.

“To tumhein ye bhi pata chal gaya hoga ki ab tumhare paas mujhse bachne ka koi bahana nahin hai.”

She did not reply, just closed her eyes. Maan took the chance to plant kisses on her eyes.

Just then someone knocked on the door. Maan glared at Geet, left her and went into the washroom to freshen up.

Geet opened the door to see Dadi Ma there. She looked disturbed.

“Geet beta. Maan kamre mein hain kya?”

“Dadi Ma – woh washroom mein hain. Fresh ho rahe hain. Kya baat hai?”

She held Geet’s hand and brought her out of the room, “Geet! Hamein chinta ho rahi hai. Maan ko aapne bata diya hai kya? Kya unhone Dev se koi baat ki hai?”

Geet found herself stuck, “Woh Dadi Ma…”

Just then they heard some sound from the room. Maan must have returned. Geet looked helplessly at Dadi Ma. She understood, “Hum baad mein baat karte hain.”

As Geet stepped back into her room, she realized that Maan was standing very close to the door. He must have heard the conversation. She was horrified and did not know what to say.

Maan was looking intently at her with his hands folded in front of his chest. She found it difficult to look into his eyes and tried to move past him towards the bed. He stopped her by stretching his hand in front of her.

“Dadi Ma ne tumse kaha tha mujhe Dev ke baare mein na batane ke liye?”

Geet found herself stuck between the man she loved to death and the woman he respected the most; between Maan and Dadi Ma; between her ultimate love, and the woman who had accepted her like a daughter; between her instincts as a wife and a lover and her duty as a daughter-in-law.

She dropped on her knees and started crying inconsolably. Maan was immediately worried. He also kneeled down and cupped her face.

“Geet. Nahin Geet – aise nahin karte. Rona band karo please. I am sorry Geet. Maine tumhein pareshaaan kar diya. Please ro mat. Mujhse baat karo Geet. Apni pareshaani batao.”

Geet leaned on to him still crying. He stroked her hair to calm her down. After she had regained her control a bit, he made her stand up and led her to the bed. He sat her on the bed and poured her a glass of water. After drinking the water she looked better.

“Pareshaan ho gayi ho Geet?” He asked very softly.

“Meri kuchh samajh mein nahin aa raha tha Maan. Aap jaante hain ki main Dev se nafrat karti hoon. Main uska saaya bhi hamari zindagi par nahin padne dena chahti. Lekin Dev ke liye nafrat mere liye aapki zindagi se badi nahin hai Maan. Isliye jab kahin aur se khoon ka intezaam nahin ho paya aur Dadi Ma ne mujhe bataya ki Dev appko khoon de sakta hai to main usse madad maangne chali gayi. Main jaanti thi ki aapko ye achchha nahin lagega, phir bhi main aapse kabhi bhi ye chhupana nahin chahti thi. Lekin Dadi Ma Dev ko le kar pareshaan thi. Dev ki chinta mujhe nahin hai Maan, lekin Dadi Ma ki baat ko bhi mana nahin kar sakti thi. Main kya karti, kuchh samajh mein nahin aa raha tha. Main kisse poochhti Maan? Main to aapse ya Dadi Ma se hi salah leti hoon. Aur yahan aap dono ke hi beech mein chunna pad raha tha.”

“Aur jab tumne mujhe bataya to maine tumhari madad karne ki jagah tumse sawaal poochhne shuru kar diye. Sorry Geet.”

“Nahin. Aap please sorry mat kahiye. Ismein aapki kya galti hai. Mujhe to maaloom hai ki aapke liye sach har cheez se oopar hai.”

Maan pulled her in a protective hug. Wasn’t this eighteen year old being put through too many responsibilities? As a wife, as a daughter-in-law, as a would-be mother. She had no one to go back to for advice. Except himself. And it looked like he had not been able to make himself approachable enough.

“Geet! Meri ek baat maanogi?” He asked breaking the hug.

She just nodded. Why wouldn’t she?

“Geet. Ye sach hai ki main Dadi Ma ki bahut izzat karta hoon, unki bahut fikr hoti hai mujhe. Lekin Geet – tum meri jeevansaathi ho. Main tumse alag nahin hoon Geet. Dadi Ma bhi hamare beech nahin aa sakti. Chahe koi kuchh bhi chahe, tumhein mujhse kuchh nahin chhipana hai Geet. Maanta hoon ki main perfect nahin hoon, main gussa ho jaata hoon, jo tumhein achchha nahin lagta. Lekin tum to mujhe bardasht kar sakti ho na Geet. Phir ghabrane ki kya zaroorat hai? Tumhein jo bhi samajh mein na aaye mujhse poochho. Jo bhi pareshaani hai mujhe batao. Maine tumse pahle bhi kaha hai ki jab tak hum saath rahenge koi problem badi nahin hai. Hum har mushkil ka saamna kar sakte hain. Hain na?”

A smile finally appeared on her tear strained face as she nodded in positive. They hugged again.

Geet said when the broke the hug, “Maan! Dadi Ma pareshaan hain. Aapne Dev se kya kaha?”

“Geet. Ab tum pareshaan mat ho us baare mein. Dev ko apne khoon dene ki keemat mil gayi hai. Aur main abhi Dadi Ma se baat kar ke aata hoon. Bas main tumehin aur pareshaan nahin dekh sakta. Waada karo – is baare mein nahin sochogi.”

Geet smiled and nodded. Maan left the room.

To be continued

His Obsession (Part 1)

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Note on the OS

This incident is supposed to happen when Dev had come back to Khurana Mansion and Dadi and Geet had let him stay in the outhouse despite Maan not liking it. Maan didn’t yet know that Dev had donated blood to save his life after his accident in Shimla.

Maan had come home elated. He was excited to meet Geet. She had stayed back at home because the doctor had advised her to rest until they had seen the test results and were satisfied about her condition.

And then he saw her talking to Dev – once again. Dev’s face gave nothing away, but Geet’s was transparent as usual. She was distressed. Maan got infuriated. He had to find out. But he did not want to confront Geet in front of Dev. That wouldn’t do.

Geet enetered her room lost in thoughts, when a pair of strong hands pulled her. Maan used his legs to shut the doors and pinned her against them using one of his hands, while he locked the doors with the other.

His intense expressions and angry voice scared Geet for a moment, “Kya chhupa rahi ho mujhse Geet?”

“Kya? Main aapse kuchh kyon chhupaungi?”

“Dev kya kah raha tha tumse? Abhi aur pahle bhi kai baar.”

“Maan!” Geet felt like her heart would tear apart, “Aap mujh par shaq…”

“Pagal mat bano Geet,” Maan’s voice was still hard, “Tumhein achchi tarah se pata hai ki main tumhare baare mein aisa soch bhi nahin sakta. Lekin mujhe Dev par koi bharosa nahin hai. Mujhe nahin pata ki achanak tumhari nafrat uske liye kyon kam ho gai hai, lekin agar woh tumhare aas paas hai to kuchh achchha nahin kar raha hoga. Woh tumhein pareshaan kar raha hai aur tum mujhe bata nahin rahi ho.”

“Aisa kuchh nahin hai Maan aur mujhe chhodiye. Mujhe dard ho raha hai.”

Maan hadn’t realized that his hold on her was getting tighter. He continued to hold her, but lightened the pressure, “Geet! Mujhse jhooth tum bol nahin sakti. Aur agar sach nahin bataogi to tumhari hifaazat ke liye mujhe jo samajh mein aayega, main karoonga. Samajh rahi ho tum?”

“Maan, aapko kuchh karne ki zaroorat nahin hai. Mujhe kuchh nahin hoga.”

“Haan Geet! Kuchh nahin hoga tumhein. Kyonki agar tum mujhe nahin bataogi, to main tumhein apni aankhon ke saamne se hilne hi nahin doonga. Band kar ke rakh loonga is kamre mein. Koi zidd nahin chalegi tumhari. Haath-pair baandh kar rakh doonga tumhare, agar zaroorat padi to. Samjhi tum?”

He wasn’t joking. He would actually do that. It was in his eyes – the madness, the obsession. She should have been angry at his obsession. Or nervous. But neither of those happened. She only felt scared and worried, not for herself, but for him. He cared to the point of madness. Not just that, he needed her to be with him. And he needed her completely. He could not bear her keeping any secrets from him. He could not bear any distance from her. And she feared. She feared that if she ever failed him, what will he do? He will not remain himself. She remembered how he had behaved when she had walked out on him and had joined Indian Paints. She shivered.

“Maan. Aap please shaant ho jaiye. Main aapko aise gusse mein nahin dekh sakti,” she caressed his hair and cheeks with her hand in the hope of calming him down. She thought she had succeeded when he caught her hand and started kissing it. She felt his grip tightening on her again and he was roughly caressing her back and nape, bringing her closer to himself if that was even possible. But she soon realized that it was different. The kisses and touches were not so much of desire and love as they were of authority. Their roughness seemed to urge her to give in. That she had no option other than to submit to him. Otherwise he would make good of his promise of doing whatever he thinks is right to protect her. But even in this situation, Geet could not help getting affected by his touches. When he could not break her mentally, he had used his physcial control over her. Just a few touches and she was weak in her knees. Suddenly his touches stopped and he cupped her face.

“Jab aisa hai Geet, jab nahin dekh sakti tum mujhe gusse mein, to tum mujhe batati kyon nahin ki baat kya hai? Aisa kya ho gaya hai Geet ki tum Dev se nafrat nahin karti. Uske is ghar mein rahne se bhi tumhein koi aitraaz nahin hai. Tum usse baatein karti ho, milti ho. Batao Geet. Ye sab tumhein achchha to nahin lag sakta hai, phir kyon kar rahi ho?”

Geet was no longer meeting his eyes. She started looking down. She did not know what to do. How to tell him something that will hurt him to no end.

Maan finally lost his patience, “Geet. Agar tum nahin bataogi to main abhi Dev se ja kar baat karoonga.”

“Nahin,” Geet panicked. Talking to Dev will do no good to his mood. Seeing him angry hurt her. She wanted to keep him happy, not angry and tense like this.

“Agar koi baat nahin hai, to tum mujhe Dev se baat karne ke liye kyon mana kar rahi ho? Ab main koi bahana nahin sunoonga. Tum mujhe batao, abhi ke abhi, ki baat kya hai.”

“Maan. Mujhe maaf kar dijiyega. Dev…”

“Kya kiya Dev ne?” For the first time in the entire conversation his face softened, not with relief, but with worry and concern for her.

“Nahin Dev ne kuchh galat nahin kiya. Maan, jab aapka accident hua to aapko khoon ki zaroorat thi aur kahin bhi aapke blood group ka khoon nahin mil raha tha. Mere paas koi raasta nahin tha Maan. Maine…”

“Dev ne khoon diya?” Maan’s face went blank for a while.

Geet nodded, crying now, “Mujhe maaf kar dijiye Maan. Mujhe pata hai ki aap kissi ki madad nahin lena chahte aur Dev se to aap bahut nafrat karte hain. Lekin us waqt main aapki zindagi ke alawa kissi cheez ke baare mein nahin soch sakti thi… Isliye Dev se madad maangi. Aap please gussa mat hona.”

“Geet! Tumhein meri jaan bachane ke liye Dev se madad maangni padi?” His face was now showing pain and immense regret.

But Geet did not realize what exactly he was trying to say. She went on with her apology, “Main jaanti thi Maan ki aapko ye bilkul achchha nahin lagega. Isliye main aapko nahin batana chahti thi. Aap please mujhe maaf…”

Maan did not let her complete another apology and put his hands on her lips.

“Tum mujhse kyon maafi maang rahi ho Geet?” Maan had finally found his voice back, “Maafi to mujhe tumse maangni chahiye. Dev ne tumhare saath kya kuchh nahin kiya. Tumhein to uski shakal tak dekhne mein aitraaz hona chahiye tha. Aur sirf meri jaan bachane ke liye tum apni saari nafrat bhool kar usse madad maangne chali gayi Geet? Uske saamne jhuk gayi? Sirf mere liye?”

“Sirf?” Geet flinched, “Maan! Dev ne to mere saath sirf dhokha kiya tha. Aapki jaan bachane ke liye to main kissi khooni ki bhi madad le leti. Main apni nafrat ke liye aapki zindagi se kaise khel sakti thi Maan. Aur woh bhi tab jab meri bewkoofi ki wajah se aap us halat mein pahunche the.”

“Bas Geet. Khud ko blame karna band karo. Tumne meri jaan bachane ke liye bahut badi kurbani di hai Geet. Thank you!”

“Maan! Maine koi kurbaani nahin dee hai. Duniya ki saari nafrat se badh kar mere liye aapka pyaar hai, aap hain. Aapki zindagi ke liye to main hazaron Dev ke saamne jhuk sakti hoon. Jhukna kyon Maan, agar aap chahte to maine Dev ko maaf bhi kar diya hota.”

Maan could not say anything more. She was as completely his as one could be. He could ask for nothing more. He pulled her in a tight hug, silently promising to himself that he would never let this happen to her again. And he also had to ensure that this doesn’t worry her any longer.

“To isliye jab Dadi Ma Dev ko wapas ghar laana chahti thi, to tumne mana nahin kiya. Balki unka saath diya.”

“Haan Maan. Chahe main usse kitni bhi nafrat karti hoon, lekin aapki jaan bachane ka ahsaan to uska hai hi. Aur Dadi Ma ki khushi bhi ismein hi thi…”

“Par ab woh aur kya chahta hai tumse? Aaj kya kah raha tha jo tum itni pareshaan thi?”

“Use paison ki zaroorat hai. Woh Dadi Ma se maangne mein hichak raha hai.”

Maan could not have expected anything else from Dev. But his first priority was to keep Geet out of it. So, he controlled his anger, “Hmm. Ab tumhein usse baat karne ki koi zaroorat nahin hai Geet. Main dekh loonga. Theek hai?” Saying this he broke the hug and looked at her for confirmation.

She nodded.

“Main abhi aata hoon.”

“Maan!”

“Kya hua Geet?” He asked very softly.

“Maan. Bas ye mat bhuliyega ki usne aapki jaan bachayi hai. Chahe aapke liye iski koi ahmiyat na ho, lekin mujhe to isse meri poori duniya wapas mili hai.”

Maan smiled, “Tum chinta mat karo Geet. Mujhpar bharosa rakho.”

She also smiled slightly and nodded.

He went out.

To be continued

Bringing Her Back

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Note on the OS

When Maan and Geet were returning from their Honeymood in Shimla, Geet insisted on driving the car and they had an accident in which Maan was injured badly and his life was under danger. This story is about Geet’s guilt after that and how Maan helps her come out of it.

“Geet. Tumne is shirt ke saath ye kaun si tie nikaal di hai. Bilkul sahi nahin lagegi.”

“Sorry Maan… Mujhe samajh nahin aaya. Aap bata dijiye kaun si nikalni hai.”

Maan sighed! Another attempt wasted.

“Nahin Geet. Theek hai, main mazaak kar raha tha.”

It had been over a week since he had completely recovered from his accident. Things were back to normal. Except Geet! In one sense there was nothing wrong with her. Her love and concern for him had only grown. She respected him and his decisions like ever. She behaved more maturely.

A bit too maturely for Maan’s comfort. She no longer put any childish demands to him. She did not fight with him. She did not drag him out for an ice-cream or golgappe. She did not insist on buying balloons. She smiled lovingly even when he tried to tease her, instead of fighting back and pouting in anger.

She looked at him with heart-wenching fear in her eyes, when he left for the office. He had asked her if she wanted to join the office back.

“Jaisa aap kahein.”

“Geet. Main to chaubees ghante tumhein apni aakhon ke saamne rakhna chahta hoon. Aur tum office aaogi to mujhe bhi madad milegi kaam mein.”

“Theek hai. Phir main join kar leti hoon.”

That was it? What did she want? No opinions? It seemed like she was afraid of expressing her opinions or taking any decisions. That was not the Geet Maan had known. She was the girl who had risked her life to stand for what she wanted. What should he do? His attempts at talking to her were being wasted. She told him that he was unnecessarily getting worried.

Maan kept looking at her through the curtain between their cabins. She was engrossed in work, but he could not concentrate. Finally an idea occurred to him. He made a call and took an appointment.

“Geet! Chalo mere saath. Kucch kaam hai.”

She hesitated for a moment as she looked at the papers in front of her. She seemed to have a lot of work to finish. But she did not say anything and got up to go with him. As they were heading out she finally asked, “Kya kaam hai Maan?”

“Tumehin Car chalana sikhana hai.”

She stopped right there and expression on her face changed, to that of utter fear and shock, “Nahin Maan. Main car nahin chalaungi.”

First resistance in over a week! Maan wasn’t sure if he should feel happy about that or if he should feel sad that the incident had left such a scar on her psyche.

“Kyon Geet? Tumhara to kitna man tha car chalana seekhne ka.”

“Main aapke saamne bahut gair-zimmedaar ho jati hoon Maan. Bachkani zidd karti hoon. Aur aap meri khushi ke liye sab kuchh maan lete hain. Lekin jab meri ek bachkani zidd aur harqat ne aapki jaan ko khatre mein daal diya, tab mujhe ahsaas hua ki main kitni galat thi.”

“Geet!” Maan was heart-broken to see her in guilt like this, “Tum aisa kyon soch rahi ho? Woh ek accident tha jo kabhi bhi, kissi se bhi ho sakta tha.”

“Nahin Maan. Aap hamesha meri khushi chahte hain aur main hamesha apni zidd ki wajah se hum dono ko museebat mein daal deti hoon. Aur pichhli baar to… Nahin Maan. Mujhe car chalana nahin seekhna hai. Main aise hi theek hoon.”

“Geet! Tum itni kamzor kab se ho gayi? Meri Geet to apni jaan ko khatre mein daal kar bhi apne man ki karti hai. To phir aaj kya ho gaya?”

“Meri jaan aaj bhi chali jaye to mujhe koi dar nahin hai. Lekin main aapko kissi khatre mein dubara nahin dekh sakti. Main jeete-ji mar jaungi.”

“To meri baat dhyaan se suno Geet. Us accident mein tumhari koi galti nahin thi. Tumhein car chalani nahin aati thi. Aur maine bina cheezein bataye tumhein driver ki seat par bitha diya. Woh bhi highway par. Tumehin ye bhi nahin bataya ki gear kahan hain aur breaks kahan. I was a lousy teacher Geet. Aur isliye…”

“Maan please! Aap phir se saara blame apne oopar lekar mujhe khush karne ki koshish kar rahe hain. Iski koi zaroorat nahin hai.”

“Nahin Geet. Main kewal sach bol raha hoon. Main sahi se sikha nahin pa raha tha. Tumehin to pata hai na ki mujhme bilkul bhi patience nahin hai. Aur isliye is baar tumhein main nahin sikhaunga. Maine professional driving trainer ko bulaya hai. Aur woh tumhein ek chhoti car chalana sikhayenge pahle.”

“Maan please.”

Maan could not contain his emotions any longer. He shook her by holding her at shoulders, “Kyon Geet? Kyon aisi ho gayi ho tum? Kyon mujhse koi zidd nahin karti. Kyon mujhe palat kar jawaab nahin deti? Main kuchh bhi karoon, na mujhse jhagda karti ho, na hi gussa hoti ho. Kyon meri har baat bina koi sawaal poochhe maan leti ho? Geet. Meri baat to sab log maante hain; bas tum hi to ho jo mujhe jawaab de sakti ho, mujhse apni baat manwa sakti ho. Mujhse sab log darte hain. Sirf tum hi to mujhse pyaar kar sakti ho na. Phir tum kyon aisi ho gayi ho? Ab main kiske saath hasoon-kheloon Geet? Kise saath shararatein karoon? Kiski zidd poori karoon? Batao main kya karoon, Geet?” Maan had bared it all and it really shook Geet.

She started crying uncontrollably and leaned her head on his chest. He hugged her tight and caressed her hair to soothe her, but he did not stop her from crying. All the tears that had welled up since she had seen him after the accident were coming out. It was good for her to let go. Otherwise her guilt was eating her up. A drop of tear came out of Maan’s eye as well. But he wiped it off before breaking the hug.

“Geet. Duniya mein sadkon par roz accidents hote hain, unke dar se koi ghar se bahar nikalna to nahin chhod deta hai Geet. Ek baar galti hui to dubara koshish karna to hum nahin chhod sakte hain. Balki us galti se ubarne ka tareeka hi yahi hai ki hum woh kaam sahi tareeke se karna seekh lein. Chalo mere saath. Tum car chalana seekhogi aur phir roz mujhe drive kar ke office se ghar le jaogi. Samjhi tum?”

Geet nodded, still teary eyed. Maan wiped her tears and led her out of her cabin and the office.

“Maan! Chaat.” Geet pointed towards the chaat stall on the roadside, after she had parked the car.

Maan got out from the passenger’s seat, “Geet, woh log aise khule mein saaraa samaan rakhte hain. Woh bahut unhygienic hai. Abhi hum restaurant mein ja rahe hain na. Wahan bhi chaat milti hai.”

“Haan, haan. Pata hai. Mineral water se banayi hui, haathon par polythene pahan kar. Ab us chaat mein bhi koi mazaa hai. Chaat to khule mein, sadak ke kinare hi sahi banti hai.”

“Geet. Tum ye nahin khaogi. Kahin beemaar pad gayi to?”

“Main aapki tarah nahin hoon, ki zara si dhool se allergy ho jaye. Mujhe kuchh nahin hone waala hai.”

“Aur baby?”

“Aap baby ka naam le kar mujhe blackmail mat kijiye. Use main itna komal nahin banana chahti ki har samay mineral water ki zaroorat pade.”

“Kuchh bhi ho Geet. Main tumhein ye nahin khane doonga.”

“Main to yahi khaungi!”

“Geet!”

“Maan!”

And he suddenly realized something and smiled. His sherni was back! All was well with life!

– The End –

First Gift

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“Geet, mere cabin mein aana,” Maan told her on the phone.

When Geet entered his cabin she saw two men in the room sitting on the visitors’ chairs. They were wearing their employee badges which told her that they were from the bank.

On Maan’s indication, Geet sat on the chair next to him. He had permanently put a chair next to his own in his office, which was Geet’s seat, especially when others were there in the room. She didn’t think this special treatment was necessary in the office, but he insisted on it; so she complied.

“Geet, in papers par sign kar do.”

Geet took the paper and started signing. Just for information’s sake, she asked, “Ye kya hain Maan?”

“Abhi batata hoon.”

After she had signed the papers, the bank employees took their leave.

“Geet. Maine tumhara naam mere personal bank account mein include karwa diya hai. Ye tumhare ATM aur Credit Cards hain. Tum inka use kar sakti ho, jab bhi zaroorat ho.”

Geet hesitated, “Lekin Maan. Inki kya zaroorat hai. Mujhe koi zaroorat hogi to main aapse ya Dadi Ma se maang loongi.”

Maan smiled and held her at shoulders, “Geet! Mujhe pata hai ki tumhein apne liye kuchh nahin chahiye hota hai. Lekin ab tumhare oopar aur zimmedariyan bhi hain. Hamare parivaar ki. Agar ghar mein koi zaroorat hui to kya tum har baar Dadi Ma ko pareshaan karogi?”

She nodded in agreement. Dadi Ma had talked about her responsibilities post-marriage. That had sounded natural to her. But somehow Maan talking about responsibilities made it sound like a huge thing to her. She wondered why was that so. Possibly because in his presence, she never had to take any responsibilities. He always had all the answers, he always knew the way. So, she had gotten used to being carefree like a child in his company. Probably that’s why the word responsibility struck her. But she was thinking too much. It was just another one of his ways to include her in his life as his wife, as the daughter-in-law of his family. He was saying something.

“Aur agar tumhein bhi koi zaroorat hui to tumhein kissi se kuchh maangne ki zaroorat nahin hai, samjhi tum?”

Geet smiled and left. They both had work to finish.

She had finished her work and peeked into his cabin. He seemed to be working on some blueprints. She decided to wait for him.

Her eyes fell on the credit and ATM cards lying on her table. She picked them up to keep them in her purse, but suddenly stopped. These were another symbol of her inclusion in his life. How would she use them for the first time? And she smiled. This was a thought that had crossed her mind on and off. She had never given him a real gift. There was the taveez, but that wasn’t really a gift from her to him. It was more of a symbol of their relationship. And then there were flowers that she had given him several times. But for most part they were an expression of her own feelings for him, rather than being for him. The fact was, and she had never told this to herself in so many words earlier, that with her finances she could not have afforded anything that would suit Maan Singh Khurana.

But now! She laughed to herself. So, she wanted to gift him something with his own money. But now it was hers too. That’s what he was letting her know by arranging these cards for her. So, why not! She would buy him his first real gift.

The decision to get a gift for him was easy, what followed after that was far too difficult. What would she get him? She could not think of single thing that he needed. Of course, he already had everything he needed. Were there things that would make him happy? Surprised? She picked up a piece of paper and started listing the possibilities. A watch? Too cliched… Clothes? A shirt? A tie? One wouldn’t even know where they will be burried in the heaps of clothes he had. What else?

“Babaji! Ladkiyon ke liye gift khareedna kitna aasaan hota hai. Itne saare gahnon ke options hain. Ab main inke liye kya loon?”

But Maan interrupted her tête-à-tête with her Babaji. He was done for the day and asked her to come home with him.

She was still busy thinking of gifts for him in the car. Maan noticed her unusual reticence and asked her repeatedly about what was going on in her mind, but she made an excuse every time. Then she realized that he was getting worried. He cared so much! So, for his sake she decided to push the thought off her mind for the time being. She’d figure out later in the evening. They were chatting away on their way home and crossed the mall which housed the designer boutique, where they had shopped for her dresses durnig the wedding. And then it struck her.

“Idea mil gaya,” she almost screamed in excitement.

“Kya idea mil gaya Geet?” Maan couldn’t make sense of her statement coming out of blue.

“Nahin… Woh… Haan… Maine aapse kaha tha na ki main Noida waale housing project ke kitchen ke design ke baare mein soch rahi thi. To uske liye idea mil gaya. Lekin hum abhi kaam ke baare mein baat nahin karte hain. Kal office mein bataungi.”

“Theek hai,” Maan felt confused. Something was up with Geet, but she seemed to have found the solution to whatever was bothering her. So, he did not dig further.

‘Ab kal kitchen ke liye kuchh soch kar jaana hoga. Babaji – madad kijiye,’ Geet thought to herself.

The next day Geet excused herself early from work. She told Maan that Dadi Ma wanted her back home early for some work. Maan did not like her leaving without him, but she had used the ultimate excuse – Dadi Ma. He could not stop her.

Geet had to rush through her selection to ensure that she had bought his gift, the first gift from her, and reached home before him. But she was satisfied with it.

When Maan entered his room, he felt annoyed at not finding her there. She had left only two hours ahead of him, but he had missed her too much already. And the drive from the office to home felt too lonely. He wondered about how much had changed in his life in less than six months. He was someone so used to his solitude. And now, even couple of hours without Geet would annoy him to no end. But it wasn’t the time to analyze and philosophize. Where was Geet? The only thing he wanted then was to see her and hear her voice.

“Geet,” he shouted out, as he loosened his tie and sat on the bed feeling exhausted after the tiring day. And then he noticed a nicely wrapped, small packet on the bed. The note on it read “Us Dusht Danav ke liye, jo meri duniya ban gaya”.

His first reaction was that of surprise and then he smiled. So, this was her business with Dadi Ma. He had laughed at Geet when she had told him that she liked the idea of hosting a reception because they got so many gifts. The idea of being happy about getting gifts sounded childish. Why does one need gifts? If he wanted something he could always buy it. But right now, he himself was feeling very elated. Getting a gift had not only cured his annoyance, but also made him genuinely happy.

He looked around to see if she had come in yet. She wasn’t to be seen. But he could not wait to open the gift. So, he unwrapped it. Inside a beautiful case, was a diamond pen with the body of white gold. The pen had his name inscribed on it – Maan Singh Khurana. She had clearly given a lot of thought in selecting and preparing the gift. It was expensive, but it looked classy and sober and not over the top. Just the kind of thing Maan Singh Khurana will carry. He already knew that his heart and soul were transparent in front of his Hoshiyarpur express. But he realized that she knew his day to day needs and persona very well too. Could his life get more perfect with her? He took the pen and put it in his breast pocket.

Suddenly he found her in front of him. She ran her hand over his pocket, also running it over his heart in the process and asked, “Kaisa laga?”

“Geet! Mujhe hamesha lagta tha ki mujhe jo chahiye main khareed sakta hoon. Phir kissi gift ko le kar khush hone ki kya zaroorat hai. Lekin aaj mahsoos hua ki insaan apni zaroorat ki sab cheezein to khareed sakta hai, lekin khushi dene waali cheezein use wahi de sakta hai, jo usse bahut pyaar karta ho. Thank you Geet. Aaj phir se tumne mujhe zindagi ki chhoti-badi cheezon mein khush hona sikha diya. Main bata nahin sakta ki mujhe kitna achchha laga.”

Geet was obviously overjoyed to see him happy. Suddenly she brought him a pad and said, “Ab is pen se apna pahla sentence likhiye.”

“Abhi?” Maan wasn’t expecting this request.

“Haan!”

“Theek hai. Kya likhoon?”

“I love you, Geet!” she had already thought of that.

“Kya?” Maan laughed slighly and then looked at her patronizingly. She was a child, wasn’t she?

She had started making faces seeing him laugh; so before she got angry he decided to obilige.

As he opened the pen, he noticed something and a naughty smile formed on his lips. He controlled his expressions before she could see him.

“Lao Geet. Pad do, main likhta hoon.”

She was immediatly happy again and he gave him the pad.

“Geet! Ye pen to chal nahin raha hai,” Maan told her as he tried to write.

“Kya? Aisa kaise ho sakta hai. Maine unse kaha tha ki ink bhar ke dein. Aap theek se likh rahe hain na?”

“Geet! Tumhein lagta hai ki mujhe pen se likhna bhi nahin aata,” Maan faked irritation.

“Nahin. Woh to… Dijiye main dekhti hoon,” she took the pen and tried to scribble, but to no avail. Then she jerked the pen couple of times to make the ink flow to the nib. It still didn’t work.

“Geet! Aise jhatka mat do pen ko. Diamonds nikal kar gir jayenge… Waise tumne khareedne se pahle pen chala kar nahin dekha tha?”

Geet looked at him feeling stupid, “Nahin. Mujhe laga ki itna mahnga pen hai, aur itni badi si dukaan hai to itna to dhyaan rakha hi hoga unhone.”

“Ab Geet. Pen ke mahnge-saste hone se kya hota hai. Pen to pen hi hai. Likhna to chahiye na. Ab isse achchha to yahan ghar ke paas se koi sasta-sa pen khareed lete.”

Geet sat down on the bed and was totally disappointed.

Maan loved teasing her, but only till she fought back. He could not stand seeing her sad or disappointed.

“Geet,” he touched her shoulders and took the pen from her hand. Then he took out the thin protective cap from the tip of the nib, which was preventing them from being able to write with the pen. He started smiling. Geet was first surprised and then furious.

“Aapko pata tha, aur aap phir bhi mujhe pareshaan kar rahe the,” she hit him on the shoulder, and pretty hard because he almost fell on his back.

“Geet! Sambhal ke. Ab cap nikal aayi hai, kahin nib toot gayi to?”

“Arre haan!” She forgot her fury for a moment as she became concerned about her pen. Then she saw him grinning and realized that he had teased her once again.

She got up from there and started going away pouting. But how could he let her go? He pulled her back on the bed, “Ruko Geet. Mujhe apna pahla sentence likh to lene do is pen se.”

She made a face as if she did not care any longer, but she stayed back. He picked up the pen and the pad and started writing.

Geet pretended not to be looking at what he was writing, but she was stealing glances when she thought Maan wouldn’t know. It couldn’t take him so much time to write what she had asked him to. What was he up to? Was he planning to tease her again?

He gave her the pad after he finished. She started reading it.

“Meri pyaari Mishti,

I love you. Main ye baat hazaar baar kah sakta hoon, hazaar baar likh sakta hoon. Lekin in lafzon se phir bhi ye nahin pata chalga ki main tumhare liye kya mahsoos karta hoon. Isliye tumne jitna kaha tha, main usse thoda zyada likh raha hoon.

Waise to maine bahut kuchh tumhein bataya hai ki kaise tumne meri zindagi badal dee hai. Aaj ek baat aur batana chahta hoon. Tumhare saath main apna aaj jeeta hoon aur aane waale kal ke sapne dekhta hoon. Lekin tumhare aane se sirf mera aaj aur aane waala kal hi nahin badla hai. Mujhe lagta hai jaise ki mere guzre hue kal ke din bhi main dubara jee raha hoon. Farq itna hai ki pahle woh andheron ke pal the, par ab unmein roshni hi roshni hai.

Tumhare saath maasoom khel khel kar main apne bachpan ke un dinon ki kasar poori karta hoon, jab unmein bholapan aur masti nahin rah gayi thi. Tumhein chhed kar, pareshaan kar ke, main un doston ki kami poori karta hoon jo maine kabhi banaye nahin the. Tumhari tarah pyaar kar ke main us 18 saal ke Maan ko bhula deta hoon jo samay se pahle bada ho gaya tha. Uski jagah ek naya 18 saal ka ladka ban jaata hoon, jo tumhari tarah khush rahna jaanta hai, sapne dekhna jaanta hai, pyaar karna jaanta hai.

Geet! Kabhi kabhi mujhe dar bhi lagta hai ki kahin main apni zarooraton ke liye tumhein bahut zyada pareshaan to nahin karta. Lekin jab tumhein muskurate hue apne saamne dekhta hoon, to phir laalchi ho jaata hoon.

Thank you Geet. Mujhe khush rahna sikhane ke liye, aur mujhe hamesha khush rakhne ke liye. Bas ek cheez aur maangta hoon, tumse bhi aur bhagwaan se bhi – Kabhi mujhse door mat jaana. Agar maine kabhi tumhein zyada pareshaan kiya; ya mujhse koi galti ho gai, to mujhe sazaa de dena, par mujhe chhod kar mat jaana.

Geet! Main tumse sirf pyaar hi nahin karta, main tumhari pooja karta hoon. Kyonki agar hamein zindagi dene waala bhagwaan hai, to woh khud tumhare roop mein mere saamne aaya hai – mujhe zindagi dene, mujhe jeena sikhane.

Aur kya likhoon? Tumhara pen to bahut achchha hai, lekin mere lafz jawaab de rahe hain. Lafzon mein kamzor hoon na! Baaki ki ankahi baatein khud hi samajh lo.

Tumhara

Dusht Danav”

She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. She kept the pad aside and leaned on him as he pulled her into a hug.

She spoke while still hugging him, “Maan. Aap please aisa kabhi mat sochiyega ki aap mujhe pareshaan karte hain ya aapse koi galti ho sakti hai. Aapka kiya hua koi bhi kaam mere liye galti nahin hoga. Aur mujhe sata kar agar aapke chehre par ek pal bhi hansi aati hai, to aap chahe sata-sata kar mujhe maar daalein, mujhe koi shikayat nahin hogi.”

“Bilkul chup Geet. Dubara marne ki baat mazaak mein bhi mat karna.”

Their hug became tighter.

Their Surprises

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Note on the OS

This scene is supposed to happen during their honeymoon in Shimla.

As Maan entered the room, he saw Geet hastily putting down the phone’s receiver.

“Kise phone kar rahi thi Geet?”

“Phone?” she was taken aback because she had thought he didn’t see her on the phone and was not prepared with an alibi. But as usual she was quick to make up one, even if it was not so  believable, “Haan! Woh – Housekeeping waalon ka phone aaya tha ye poochhne ke liye ki hamein kissi cheez ki zaroorat to nahin hai.”

Maan wasn’t convinced, but she distracted him with her question, “Aap chaat le kar aaye? Dijiye mujhe. Main to kab se intezaar kar rahi hoon.”

“Kab se? Geet – abhi main aadhe ghante pahle hi to gaya tha. Aur tumehin resort ke restaurant ki chaat nahin chahiye thi. Us market waali shop se hi chahiye thi. To wahan se laane mein thoda time to lagega na.”

“Haan, haan. Pata hai. Lekin ab baby ka wahi khane ka man ho raha tha to main kya karoon?” she made an innocent face.

“Geet baby ke naam par mujhe pareshaan karna band karo,” Maan pretended anger, but they both knew he was joking.

“Baby! Dekha? – Papa kah rahe hain ki aap unhein pareshaan kar rahe ho.”

“Achchha Geet?! Maine ye kab kahan ki baby mujhe pareshaan kar raha hai. Pareshaan to mujhe tum karti ho! Woh bhi baby ka naam le kar.”

“Baby! Dekha? Papa Mamma ko kaise daant rahe hain.”

It was not possible for him to win against his Hoshiyarpur express! He finally succumbed to a smile and slight laughter. Geet started eating the chaat sitting on the bed. She looked like an innocent child enjoying her candy. Maan pretended to watch TV sitting beside her, but he was stealing glances at her through out.

Suddenly the phone rang. Maan got up to pick it up, but Geet sprang ahead, “Main dekhti hoon.”

“Par Geet tum apni chaat to kha lo.”

She had already picked up the phone by then, “Achchha theek hai. Hum aate hain.”

“Kya hua Geet?”

“Chaliye – hamein market jaana hai.”

“Market? Par kisliye? Abhi to main market se aaya hoon.”

“Haan, haan pata hai. Par mujhe bhi jaana hai.”

“Tum mere saath pahle kyon nahin gayi?”

“Offo Maan! Itne sawaal poochhna zaroori hai kya? Waise bhi hum yahan baith kar kya karne waale hain? Chaliye na. Mujhe abhi jaana hai.”

“Aur tumhari chaat?”

“Woh baaki main aa kar kha loongi.”

“Geet! Tum bilkul pagal ho.”

“Pata hai. Sangati ka asar to hota hi hai na. Aapke saath jo rahti hoon har waqt.”

“Kya?”

She practically dragged him out to the black jeep that was waiting for them.

“Jeep mein? Market? Main abhi car mangwata hoon.”

“Nahin Maan. Car mein ja ja kar to main bore ho gayi hoon. Isliye to Jeep mangwayi hai.”

“Car mein… Bore..” Maan wondered if she has totally lost it due to her pregnancy mood swings. But what could he do except to follow his Mishti’s wishes! He couldn’t have denied her even the craziest things in the world. Going to the market in Shimla in a Jeep was still pretty sane.

But Maan was again worried when he saw the route Jeep was taking. He addressed the driver, “Suno. Ye kis raaste par le ja rahe ho? Ye to market ki taraf nahin jaata.”

Geet replied before the driver could even turn to him, “Mujhse baat kijiye. Aap use kyon dara rahe hain apni bhari-bharkam aawaaz se? Hum doosre market ja rahe hain. Is taraf aas paas ke gaon waalon ka ek market lagta hai. Hum wahan ja rahe hain.”

“Ye tumhein kaise pata chala?”

“Main aas paas ke logon se baatein karti hoon. Aapki tarah akad kar apni duniya mein nahin rahti.”

“Achchha – jab koi mujhse baat karne aaye to tumhari to naak chadh jati hai.”

“Kya? Maine kab aapko mana kiya logon se baat karne se?”

“Kyon? Swimming pool par woh ladki mujhse baat karna chah rahi thi to kaun bhadak raha tha.”

“Maan! Woh alag baat hai.”

“Achchha. Kyon? Kaise alag hai?” Maan teased her.

“Woh..” she was unable to put words to her answer, “Kuchh nahin – bas alag hai. Ab aap is baare mein kuchh nahin kahenge.”

Maan smiled and put his arms around Geet’s shoulder. She looked at him and then rested her head on his shoulder as they waited for their destination to come.

They were on a dirt road going through a jungle-like  area, when the driver stopped, “Madam, bas yahan se 10-15 meter andar jaana hoga,” he indicated towards the trees on one side of the road.

“Theek hai bhaiya. Aap wapas chale jaiye. Jeep yahin chhod jaiye aur Sir ko chabhi de dijiye. Maan! Aapko raasta yaad ho gaya hai na?”

“Haan Geet. Par…”

She did not let him complete, instead asked the driver to leave.

Then she held his hands and led him into the woods.

“Geet! In jangalon mein kaun market lagwata hoga?”

Geet ignored his question.

“Geet! Main tumse baat kar raha hoon.”

“Aap thodee der in ped-patton se baat kyon nahin karte? Ye to aapka favourite shauk hai na.”

Maan sighed, nooded his head in disbelief and did not reply. He had never indulged anyone like this in his life. Even his Dadi Ma, brother or sister could not have gotten away with something like this. But it was Geet. She gave him the life as he knew it today. She ruled his life. With others, even their slightest attempt to take him for granted would have annoyed him to no end. Even now, he sometimes found it hard to believe that he enjoyed Geet’s antics. He enjoyed giving in to her wishes – however childish they may be. He enjoyed being ruled by her. He had irrevocably fallen in love with this child-woman.

It was not difficult for him to guess that Geet was planning a surprise for him. But the surprise still surprised him as he saw a tent set up near a pond. It was still sometime before it would turn dark. The logs for fire were set up, but not lighted.

Maan looked at Geet in surprise. She was smiling with just a hint of pride in having prepared a surprise to his liking.

She walked to face him, “Agar aapko surprise pasand aaya ho to kya aap mere valentine banenge?”

Suddenly Maan looked away from her, “Nahin, bilkul nahin.”

Geet was shocked, “Kya?”

“Aur kya Geet? Main aisi ladki ka Valentine nahin ban sakta jo Valentine day ki din mujhe bina dinner ke, khali pet ek tent mein sulane ki soch rahi ho. Tent to tumne lagwa liya, ab dinner kya tumahre Babaji de kar jayenge?” Maan suppressed his smile with difficulty.

“Oh! Nahin. Babaji ko itni mehnat karne ki kya zaroorat hai. Dinner mere pati banaynege.” Geet understood his trick and replied in the same tone.

“Kya?”

“Haan. Aapko pata nahin hai, unhein jangalon mein rahne ka bahut experience hai aur woh bahut achchha khana bhi banate hain.”

“Achha!” Maan’s voice suddenly become seductive, “Lekin khana banane ka koi samaan to yahan dikh nahin raha hai. Lagta hai tumse hi kaam chalana padega.” He had come very close to her.

She poked on his shoulder to push him away, “Jee nahin! Iski zaroorat nahin padegi. Shararat karne ki koi zaroorat nahin hai. Saara samaan andar pada hai khana banane ke liye.”

“Achcha Geet! Tumhari samajhdari to badhti hi ja rahi hai. Sach kaha tha tumne, sangati ka asar to hota hi hai.”

“Babaji! Apne munh miya mitthoo banna to koi inse seekhe,” Geet muttered under her breath.

“Kya kaha?”

“Kuchh nahin.”

“Geet!”

Geet started laughing and ran away from him. He ran behind her. She escaped him several times, but he finally caught her. By that time both of them were laughing like crazy and hardly had any strength left in them. They sat down near the logs gathered for fire and Maan started the fire.

The fire reflected in his eyes when he looked up at Geet. She was also lost in him. Both of them were reminded of the time they were stranded in Manali! There was snow outside and fire within. Then there was a hesitation, a wall between them. They had not openly confessed what they meant for each other, although they knew it. Today it was different. They not only knew about each other’s feelings, but were also married. No walls – neither personal, nor social.

Maan came to Geet, who was sitting on a low bench near the fire. He kneeled in front of her. This brought both of them to the same height. His gaze was penerating her, she started looking down. Maan took her left hand in his right and kissed her hand. He did not stop with one kiss, but planted kisses on her entire hand. Could she ever get used to his touch and kisses? He always managed to set her on fire. When he reached her upper arms, he got up and sat beside her on the bench. By that time she had completely lost herself and he had to support her with his arms. But he continued kissing her on the neck, just above her arms.

“Maan…” she whispered.

Maan stopped, looked at her and then picked her in his arms. He took her inside the tent. Geet gained some of her senses back and she remembered that one wall that still stood between them. Medical wall. Doctor had warned about baby’s health.

When he put her down inside the tent and continued to explore her, her face this time, with kisses, she stopped him, “Maan. Ruk Jaiye.”

Maan stopped and looked at her questioningly. Geet hesitated and was clearly embarrassed as she said, “Woh… Doctor ne mana kiya hai… Kahin hum…”

Maan understood what she was saying. He seemed to think for a moment before he withdrew, “Chalo Geet. Dinner banate hain. Thodee der mein bhookh lag jayegi zoron se.”

Geet was surprised at his calm voice. Was he upset and was trying to hide it? His voice betrayed none of the feelings he had given in to just a few moments ago. Confused to the core, Geet just followed him and they took the vegetables and other cooking material out to the fire.

Maan used the fire to barbecue the vegetables. They had some spices and salt to marinate them. Maan fed the barbecued vegetables to Geet. He kept asking her if she liked  them and she nodded everytime without saying a word. When she noticed he wasn’t eating anything himself, she fed him too.

After they were done eating, they started walking near the tent, hand in hand. Geet was still wondering if he had upset Maan by stopping him earlier in the evening. She finally gathered courage to ask him, “Maan aap gussa hain kya?”

Maan was surprised, “Kyon? Aisa kyon kah rahi ho. Maine aisa kya kiya?”

“Nahin aapne nahin, maine kiya. Woh khane se pahle…”

Maan did not realize what she was referring to; so he waited for her to continue and looked at her with questioning eyes.

“Maine… maine… aapko rok diya tha. Aap gussa to nahin hain?”

“Kya!” Maan was genuinely surprised

“I am sorry Maan. Meri wajah se shaadi ki baad bhi aapko khud ko rokna pad raha hai. I am really sorry…” Geet was crying by now.

“Geet!” Maan was almost angry as he held her at her shoulders and pulled her close, “Geet. Khabardaar jo tumne dubara aisi baat bhi ki to. Main kya tumhein itna bewkoof lagta hoon ki mujhe ye bhi pata nahin hai ki hum kya aur kyon kar rahe hain…”

“Nahin Maan… Woh…”

“Meri baat suno Geet. Agar dubara tumne aisi baat ki to main sach much gussa ho jaunga aur kabhi tumse baat nahin karoonga. Geet. Humne jo bhi kiya hai, hamare baby ke liye kiya hai. Aur ismein humme se kissi ko bhi bura lagne ki ya dukhi hone ki baat kahan se aa gayi. Geet hamara saath sirf abhi ka to nahin hai na. Hamein to poori zindagi saath rahna hai. Phir kuchh dinon ki dooriyon ko lekar kyon dukhi hona hai. Aur is thodi si parehsaani ke badle hamein itni badi khushi bhi to milne waali hai. Phir?”

While her original guilt was blown away by Maan, a new guilt took over her. She had offended him by her question, “Sorry Maan. Main aapka dil nahin dukhana chahti thi.”

Maan smiled, “Geet ab agar tum apni sorry ki dukaan band karo to main kuchh kahun.”

Geet looked at him without saying anything.

“Mere paas bhi tumhare liye ek surprise hai.”

“Kya?”

“Lekin main woh tumhein tabhi doonga, jab tum ye promise karogi ki kabhi hamare khushiyon ya pareshaaniyon ke beech mein mera-tumhara nahin laogi.”

“Main waada karti hoon Maan. Yakin maaniye mera aisa koi matlab nahin tha. I am really Sorry,” she bit her lips as she realized that she had said sorry again, while he had asked her just a while back to not do that.

But Maan seemed too happy to notice, “To suno. Jab main market mein tha to ek phone aaya tha. Hospital se. Tumhar jo tests hum aane ke pahle karwa kar aaye the, unke results aa gaye hain.”

Geet’s eyes showed antcipation as well as the fear, not knowing what the results were, “Aur?”

“Aur complications ab bilkul theek hain. Hamare baby ko koi khatra nahin hai. Bas tumhein apne khane-peene par dhyaan dena hai aur dawaiyan time se leni hai.”

Geet’s eyes had popped out in surprise, “Sach? Iska matlab…” She did not continue as she realized what she was about to say.

Maan’s voice grew naughty as he spoke in a low, heavy voice, “Iska matlab tumehin mujhe rokne ki koi zaroorat nahin thi.”

Geet’s embrrassment took the form of anger, “To. Aap mujhe bata nahin sakte the pahle. Mujhe pareshaan karne mein aapko mazaa aata hai na. Jaiye main aapse koi baat nahin karoongi…”

There goes his bomb-shell of a wife. Geet started moving away, but Maan pulled her back by hands, “Meri Hoshiyarpur Express, meri baat to sun lo. Kab batata main tumhein. Jaise hi wapas aaya tum chaat khane mein lag gayi aur phir mujhe zabardasti yahan le aayi.”

“Haan, haan. Galti to hamesha meri hi hoti hai,” Geet made faces, but did not move away.

“Waise maine aisa socha to nahin tha, lekin achchha hi hua ki maine tumehin pahle nahin bataya.”

“Kya matlab?”

“Jab tum gussa hoti ho to tumhein zabardasti apni baahon mein lene ka mazaa hi kuchh aur hai.”

Before Geet realized what he meant, she found her in his arms for the second time in the evening.

“Maan! Mujhe neeche utairye,” she was still furious.

Maan just kept looking at her smiling, as if he did not hear her. How long could she remain angry in his arms, especially when he was looking at her like that? By the time they were inside the tent, she had melted completely.

The tent was dimly lit, the only source of light being the fire outside the tent. There was a make-shift bed there, a bed sheet over a layer of hay. He made her sit on it with her back supported on one of the polls in the tent. Without realizing it she folded her knees and put her hands around them. Just as she had waited for him on their wedding night.

Maan saw this and his eyes became even more intense with desire. And he could see that she was more than ready for him. But he had something on his mind.

“Geet! Aaj tumahre liye sazaa ka din hai.”

Geet looked at him with surprise in her eyes. She was already so affected with anticipation and nervousness that the words hardly came out of her mouth as she asked, “Sazaa?”

Maan tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, “Haan Geet.” He opened her ponytail, “Jab se mila hoon tumse, pahli baar se hi, bahut sataya hai tumne.” He took off the ear-ring from her left ear, “Apni in aankhon se, jo kabhi ankahe sawaal poochhti hain, to kabhi apni sharaaraton se saansein rok deti hain.”

Geet blushed. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It was a surreal feeling.

Maan continued while taking off her other ear-ring, “Apne is maasoon aur khoobsoorat chehre se, jo pariyon ki kahaniyon par bharosa karne ko majboor kar deta hai.”

He took off her white stone bindi and carefully pasted it on the poll she was leaning on, so that it could be retrieved in the morning. He kissed her on the forehead as he spoke, “Apni is saadgi se Geet, jisko dekh kar tum par aankhein band kar ke vishwaas karne ka man karta hai.”

He almost crushed her ear-lobes as he continued, “Apne saaf dil se, jiski pyaar ki garmi se patthar bhi pighal sakte hain.”

There was an inconsistency. His words were poetic, deep and on a spritual plane. His touch, his voice and his eyes had a animalistic lust in them. She felt the inconsistency, although she would not have been able to describe it in so many words. But somehow even the inconsistency felt all right. As if the two could actually come together and make her life, their life complete.

He was taking off her bangles now, “Aur in sab ke baad, jab main laakh koshishon ke baad bhi apne aap ko haar gaya, tab bhi tumne mujhe bahut sataya. Kabhi apne man ki baat batane ko taiyaar nahin hoti thi. Yaad hai na Geet?”

He didn’t really expect her to be able to answer that, did he? Her eyes were either downcast or closed through out. She was not able to look at him.

“Aur Geet. Aaj tumhein in sabki sazaa milegi.”

Her mind registered the word “sazaa”. What was he talking about?  He must be joking. But it did not seem like the right time to crack jokes. Not when he was pressing her now bare hands so sensually making her feel dizzy.

Suddenly he left her hands and cupped her face. He lifted her face and commanded her to look at him, “Meri taraf dekho Geet.” His eyes were still demanding, intense and lustful. She had great difficulty in meeting them, but there was something in his voice that made her obey him.

“Aaj main tumse sawaal poochhoonga. Tumehin har sawaal ka jawaab dena hai. Aur mere sawaalon ke jawaab ke alawa main ek shabd nahin sunna chahta. Samjhi tum?”

She heard him, even understood what he said, but all of it made no sense. What “sazaa”? What “sawaal”?

“Par Maan,” she barely had started registering her protest in a weak voice, when one of his hands moved behind her on her nape to support her and to bring her closer to him and the second one landed on her mouth, shutting her up.

“Sirf mere sawaalon ke jawaab. Ek aur shabd nahin Geet. Maine poochha ki tumhein meri baat samajh mein aayi ya nahin? Aur iska jawaab ‘haan’ ya ‘naa’ hota hai Geet. Ab batao.”

“Haan,” she managed to utter when he removed her hand. She started looking down again.

He removed her dupatta and caressed and kissed her neck and nape as he asked, “Jab tum pahli baar outhouse mein rahne aayi thi, agle din hamara jhagda hua tha. Phir bhi tum mere peechhe dargah tak chali aayi thi, kyon Geet?”

What on earth was he doing? In her situation the only thing she could think of was getting crushed in his arms. Instead he was asking her questions. Why did he need any answers now? Did he not know?

Sazaa! Right – that’s what it was. His sazaa for her. He couldn’t have chosen a more appropriate time to mete out the punishment.

“Maan please…” she had hardly begun her protest, when she found his hand on her mouth again.

“Sirf jawaab Geet. Ek aur shabd nahin. Warna tumhari sazaa badh jayegi. Kyon aayi thi mere peechhe?” His hands were roaming over her neck, nape, ear-lobes, face and parts of her back and arms. But he would not hug her. He wasn’t even kissing her any longer. He knew the hold he had on her. Even his touches were enough to make her his captive; she was at his mercy.

Not that he was not desperate, but he was enjoying his little game. It was reassuring him that she was as mad for him as he was for her.

Geet had to succumb. She replied in broken voice, “Mujhe… aapki… fikr… ho… rahi…” She swallowed hard. Could he stop touching her and not torture her if he wanted his answers?

“Phir uske baad mujhe chhod kar jana kyon chahti thi? Kyon doosri job dhoondh rahi thi?”

Geet did not answer.

“Bolo Geet, warna…”

No, she could not bear any extension of her punishement. She had to speak, “Aapke paas hone se… mujhe… farq padta tha… main ye aapko… batana nahin…”

She stole a glance at him and was surprised to see that he had taken off his shirt. She did not realize when he managed to do that. His hands had never been off her. Or was she imagining his touch even when it wasn’t there?

She could not help her hands reaching out to touch him, but he held her hand firmly, “Jab main Pari ke saath Disco mein gaya tha, to tum kyon wahan aayi thi?”

“Jalan… ho rahi thi…”

“Kyon meri mangetar banna nahin chahti thi Geet?”

She was compliant now and did not need multiple urgings to answer. She knew she had no choice.

“Aapke saath rah kar… man ki baat… nahin chhupti…”

She realized that he had slid her kurti over her shoulders and she was almost undressed. He was exploring her body with his touches as well as kisses.

“Mere liye kyon apni jaan khatre mein daal kar hoshiyarpur chali gayi thi?”

“Aapko… kissi museebat… mein nahin dekh…” Her voice drowned as he pushed her on the bed and made her lie down. He kissed the various parts of her face repeatedly, but avoided her lips, making her even more desperate with desire.

“Agle din kyon bina kuchh soche samjhe subah, subah mere peechhe office chali aayi thi?”

She could not beat around the bush any longer, “Pyaar… karne lagi thi… Aapko kuchh ho jaata to… main bhi zinda nahin”

He did not let her complete that as he furiously attacked her lips with his own. The long kiss left her breathless.

“Tumhari sazaa abhi poori nahin hui hai Geet, lekin hamare beech jo dooriyan rah gayi hain, woh mere liye sazaa hai abhi, jo main nahin chahta. Isliye tumhein chhod raha hoon.”

He kissed her lips again, but more gently this time. Both of them were too eager to have each other. They weren’t aware of their surroundings, but the moon outside witnessed their sweet union. They belonged to each other in every sense of the word now.

Maan saw Geet sleeping in his arms. Looking sweet and innocent like a child. And yet desirable like a fairy. He almost gave in to the temptation of waking her up, to make love to her once again. But he stopped himself. The baby was out of danger, but she stil needed her rest and sleep. Their life together had just begun. There was a lifetime of happiness waiting for him. What was the hurry?!