KHUMAARI- Beauty With The Beast, PART 1-10

KHUMAARI- Beauty With The Beast

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Teri saason se meri saasen kuch iss tarah mill jaye
Ke iss jahan ka aks bhi humme chu na paye
Teri rago ka lahu meri rago me behta ho jaise
Tumhari Khumaari ki aag mere jism me jalti hai aise.



We all have some evil traits in us, its natural. But exceptions are always there. We all have some evilness in us but there are certain people who define the word 'BAD'. It is wrong to be bad, to hurt others, to play with nave feelings.But

Is it right to be good? So good that you can't even fight for yourself, for your own rights. So good that you actually fear bad n can't raise your voice against it. So good that you take all accusitions n pain without a word.

Well who are you n me to decide whats right n whats wrong. But somewhere God is seeing everything n he knows how to make the'BALANCES'

MAAN SINGH KHURANA

He is clever n cunning like a fox, chivalrous like a leopard n merciless like a python. He is alert like a deer n focused like a jaguar. He never forgets like an elephant. He is short- tempered like a rhino n tactfull like a wolf. His every bone, muscle n feature is carved carefully n intensely like a tiger. He is invincible like a lion, he is Maan Singh Khurana- The Beast.

GEET HANDA

Her nose perfect slope. Hair so smooth n supple that you would never get enough of it. Her lips so lucious as if just been kissed n her alluring eyes so hypnotizing that you would love to drown in them. Her round innocent face will snatch your breath away. Her buxom body so facinating n desirable that anyone would reject the open gates of paradise to feel it once. She is GEET HANDA- The Beauty.

  

PROLOGUE

Bending her head she n sat inside. Last time she sat in car 4 months ago when they were all going for a picnic n this time she is again sitting in a car. But there is a difference last time she felt light n today she was feeling burdened both physically n mentally. Her body was draped in 24 kg lehanga n heavy jewellery whose cost she can't even imagine. She was a normal girl then, from a middle class family. Now she is Badi Bahu of Khurana Khandan owners of Khurana Empire, the biggest n richest business empire in the country.

Well one more difference is there. Last time it was her uncle's car but this time its her own. Few rituals, so mighty that whatever husband possess become yours too. But she herself felt no less than a peice of property. Before she belonged to her father n now to her husband.

The car started moving n Geet looked behind at the only person crying, her little sister Raji. She herself is just 19 n Raji, 15. She turned her face back not able to bear her sisters tears. The moment she turned, she felt some dislike beside her like the man got disturbed. Oppsss he is not any man, he is her husband. She shrugged the feeling off thinking that she is misinterpreting. From now on her husband is her best friend, her family, her life, her God. She never saw him in person but had seen his photo once. Today also she did'nt see his face clearly credit goes to the veil.

Geet was 7 when her mom died. She knew what exactly mother's love means n hence showered all her love n care on her sister. She is always ready to help everyone n anyone. It won't be wrong if you call her 'Goodness Personified'. Since childhood her father n brother were over protective about her due her extreme allure. So she has grown admist thousands of restrictions.

Its been almost 45 minutes since she is sitting in the same position her hands n legs have become cold n numb. She moved her hand a  little, as a result her bangles made a tinkling sound n she heard him say.

Can't you sit straight for a second.

PART- 1

New Crockett n Jones Shoes tapped on wooden floor as he walked surrounded by 6 bodyguards into Taj Mahal, The best hotel of Delhi.

He wore Prada, flannel brown suit with purple shirt whose 1st few buttons were open giving view of his mouth watering chest.

His wrist showcased a Audemars Piguet watch. Well he is Maan Singh Khurana. Brands? You name it. He has it!!

Adi approached him.
Everyone present? He asked in his grave tone as he walked towards the hall.
Y..Y..Yesss Sir but... said Adi.
He stopped listening to the word 'but'...
Its one of the many things he did'nt like. He eyed Adi to continue.

Sir Mr. Sharma did not make it to the party. His daughter is s..sick.
Maan smirked n again started walking n Adi followed him.Cancel all our deals with him. Let him serve his daughter

Adi wanted to protest but can he, no. No one can, when it comes to The great MSK.

Maan had thrown this party to make Delhi aware that he was back. N he wanted every biggie here no matter what.
Heads turned when Maan entered the ravishing party hall. It was thudding with music. Purple n red lights glowed in semi dark hall. He took in the sweet smell of expensive alcohal.

Dilkashi aur dilbari
Uski hai jadugari
Oh..

Sunaina welcomed his with her seductive moves. She was wearing a shimmering black dress which shamelessly exposed her cleavage n more then half of her thighs.

Oh..
Dilkashi aur dilbari
Uski hai jadugari
Oh..

Maan liked it. He liked attention n he enjoyed his fame. Thats why he came late in his own party.

Afterall, Maan was returning to India after 4 years. Since last 4 years he was handling his business from Dubai.

Jiski aankhien hai taare
Thera jis pal hai saare
Ae dil yeh sach hai kya
Aaj woh..hai kya aa hi gaya

People knew he was evil, devil, a beast including he himself. But offcourse they cant call him that on his face so he was popularly known as the uncrowned king, The Don of business world.

Chor

  us (Zara dil ko thaam lo

Naam lo
Keh bhi do hai kaun)

Aa gaya aa gaya
Laut ke
Dekho don

His mom- dad died when he was 12. After that his dadi took care of him. He took over Khurana Construction at the age of 18 from his uncle who taught him the checkmate of business.

He afterwards spread his kingdom in fields other than construction. He believe in no feelings. Everything is business for him.

Legal or illegal means, he gets his work done n may be thats why he has reached the greatest heights.

Jo na samjha koi
Main wohi raaz hoon
Jo kisi ka nahi hai
Woh andaaz hoon

Jo na samjha koi
Main wohi raaz hoon
Jo kisi ka nahi hai
Woh andaaz hoon

Girls danced around him. Everyone knew he was fond of girls like he was fond of antique vine.

Main samundar se gehra
Main kahin kab hoon thehra
Main hoon..jaise dhuaan
Ye dhuaan..kahin
Hai rukta kahan..

Chorus (Zara dil ko thaam lo
Naam lo
Keh bhi do hai kaun
Aa gaya aa gaya
Laut ke
Dekho don)

The girls he touched bathed in gold. Sunaina was one of them. His all time favorite. Where girls were trying to woo him, men envied him.

Tu nahi..hai dhuan
Ik shola hai tu meri jaan
Paas tere magar aaoongi
Tujh mein hi jalke mar jaongi

He sat on the bloody red sofa n Sunaina sat on his lap giving him a sexy grin.

Maan poured vine from his glass on her bare arm n then licked it with his tongue looking intently in her eyes.

Mujhko chaha toh paaoge kya
Main kahan jaaonga
Mera kya..hai pata

Chorus (Zara dil ko thaam lo
Naam lo
Keh bhi do hai kaun
Aa gaya aa gaya
Laut ke
Dekho don
Dekho don)

The party was in full swing. When his fone buzzed.Maan kahan hai aap? Bhagwan ke liye jaldi aaiye... Aapki shaadi hai aaj. Daadimaa said on the fone. 

PART- 2

Geet dipped her head n sat inside.

Here comes the unwanted luggage. Maan thought n gritted his teeth in sheer anger.

Last two hours were hell for him. Sitting between chattering ladies n cranky men, listening to the pandit's nonsense.

Like Geet, Maan too did'nt saw her face, again thanks to the veil. When dadimaa had tried to show him Geet's snap, he denied saying 'he has better works to do'. He did'nt even hear her name.

The car started moving n Geet looked behind at the only person crying n again looked in front.

Maan had just took out his ipad to check his mails.
Twisting n turning. What does she think? Is this a dance floor. Bloody middle class. Maan thought but ignored. He did'nt wanted to spoil his mood further.

Maan obviously did'nt wanted this marriage. He did'nt believe in the eight letter word. But beasts also have family.

Dadimaa was sick n his uncle suggested him to again look over the business from India. Maan never said no to his uncle. Moreover Indian market was growing tremendously so it was not a bad deal.

He was 25, when he returned Dadimaa did'nt waste any time n told  him that he has to marry the next day otherwise she won't take the medicine.

Haaa... Blackmailing Maan Singh Khurana!! How ironical. First he thought of other ways but then decided to complete the long lost wish of the old lady.

There was no loss few rituals, so insignificent. It hardly matters.

Two different people, different thoughts, different perceptions.
But fate has its own ways to bring them together.
Once decided, no amendments.
No matter how much you force or how much you plead.

After say 45 minutes Geet moved her hand n her bangles made a tinkling sound. Maan's patience snapped, if he had any.

Can't you sit straight for a second

Did I do something wrong? May be he is tired Geet never thought ill of anyone she always tried to reason others bad behavior.

His voice was rude n taut which sacred Geet.

Wooo... I.. I am sorry.

Great!! So she stammers too

Maan had expected dadimaa to bring a sophisticated, sexy, high class wife. Whom atleast if nothing, he can take to parties.

But look what dadimaa found him 'a middle class dirt'. He did'nt even wanted to imagine how horrible looking she must be.

On the other hand, Dadimaa saw Geet in temple. She observed how Geet tolerated all the tantrums of her brother n father when Handa family were arranging for a Hawan (sacred fire ceremony) there.

She wanted a sensible n mannered lady for Maan not some rich, spoilt gal who can't even manage herself, then managing Maan was a far difficult task.

She thought Geet was perfect n her beauty was like cherry on the cake.



Geet sat in middle of an unknown bed, in an unknown room, for an unknown man. Like a desert on a dining table.

Her heart was pounding so fast that she felt it will come out of her ribs any moment.

The door clicked open n Maan came inside. He was drunk but in his senses. He was habitual of alcohol n never lost his sane.

The room was dark n his retina was not adjusted to it. Half moon was up in sky n its light was coming in from the open window with chilly gushes of wind.

He took few steps, his left leg hit the table n he stumbled a little.

Geet jumped from bed n in a flash was by his side to support him.

Who are you?

What was she supposed to say? She must be the one n only bride who is being asked about her identity by her husband that too on her SR.

woo mai aapki...

Oh! I got it. You are my lawfully wedded wife. Waiting for me to pounce on you. He said sarcastically but soon his sarcasm changed into direct anger as he continued.

Leave me He jerked her hand away that was on his shoulder to support him.

Maan grabbed Geet by elbow. What did you thought? I will lay my hands on filth like you. He shook her vigorously.

With the force her veil slid down baring her head n right shoulder.

Maan forgot to blink looking at the astonishing form in his hold. Her skin glowed in dark almost like a fire fly. Her eyes were mist n he got entangled in them. They were like maze. The deeper he went, the more lost he felt.

His eyes travelled to her pink glossy lips which were trembling. The beads of her nose ring touched the edge of her upper lip. Maan felt being mocked n no one dares that.Remove that. He ordered refering to her nose ring.

Geet looked at him confused she was too frightened to understand his this n thats.Are you deaf? I said remove that damn nose ring of yours.
Geet opened it with shaking hand. She removed it, her hand was in mid air when Maan held both her hands with his behind her back.

He tightly held her head from behind to keep her intact n took her lips into his. The nose ring fell on floor with a tin which no one heard.

PART- 3

Was it her lips? Or was it the gloss that was so sweet.

As he kissed her, a sense of calmness passed through his brain. He had never tasted serenity, purity. It was different n new. She was different n new.

Jab pehle pehl usse chua
Ek ajnabee sa ehsaas hua
Kahin kho si gai saari kainaat
Reh gaye toh bas wo, mai aur Khumaari hi yaad

Geet felt polluted. Her eyes were wide open as the realisation hit her what he was doing.

She had never seen her father behaving like this with her mother in the little time she spent with both of them together.

Her life was never perfect but now she envied it. Alteast it was better than this humiliation.

How life changes drastically. One fine day she got married to a ruthless man. Who came drunk on their first night, though prababilty was high that it was not his first. He shouted at her for no reason n now he was kissing her. Apparently she was so scared that shouting seemed a better option.

Maan took it slow n gentle. He had kissed before many time but previous experiances were not so heavenly. May be its due to her beauty or may be her virginity is making her exceptional.

Whatever it was Maan wanted it more. He bit her lower lip for enterance. Geet gasped unaware of his intentions. He took the opportunity n slipped in.

Aaah... her insides also, were as sweet as honey. He relished the touch of her teeth n soft flesh. His tongue found hers. He wanted her to respond but she did'nt.

Her tears rolled endlessly. She wriggled in his hold to free herself like a bird trapped in cage. Unfortunately she was helpless in front of this beast. He was born to rule, to get what he wanted.

Slowly all her efforts died, sanity drained. His tongue did wonders inside her mouth n to her surprise she found her own body reacting strangely.

No hiding, no running
Emotions begins crashing in from all sides
When the intense heat touches you
In the end what remains is the sweet essence of intoxication
Flooding your brain, penetrating through your soul

She stopped protesting n was on the verge of responding back when his phone rang.

He opened his eyes n looked at her with pure rage reflecting on his face. Maan pushed her away. Geet fell on floor hurting her elbow. Fresh, salty tears made their way down her cheeks.

Maan threw the phone n it hit the wall. A shiver crept over her as she saw it breaking into infinite peices.

What was I doing. What if the phone hadn't ranged. I myself don't know how far I would have gone.

Maan ran his hand through his hair.

You will never succeed. I won't let you. Maan said with so much force n anger that Geet held her breath.

He left the room n Geet finally took in the oxygen after several seconds.

PART- 4

What was my fault? Where was I wrong?

Supposed to be her SR, but nothing was dreamy. No love talk, no tender, affectionate touch. She was left bitter, crying.

She cried n cried until more tears refused to shed n sleep took over.

Suns rays made their way through the glass window. Geet opened her eyes n found herself lying on the floor, head resting on the bed. After hours of crying n sleep, her head felt light.

She remembered what dadimaa told while coming to Maan's room last night.

Beta I know this is all happening very fast. But I am sure you can handle everything.
And about Maan, he is very difficult beta. Just have patience you will understand him as the time passes by. Always remember I am always here to help.

Dadimaa's eyes were so hopefull. Geet was happy that she confides in her. She decided to start anew.

Geet think about it. Nothing was that wrong. He shouted at you because he was drunk n then he kissed you, its his right.

Tune movie me dekha hai na, shadi k baad aisa hi hota hai. Ab tera tan, man, dhan sab unhika hai. Just follow what he says. Haina!! She went inside the bathroom to freshen up.

Dadimaa is not that innocent as she seems to be. Maan thought as he practiced his martial arts in his lavish gym.

How can I loose control? Maybe I was high on drinks. But it never happened before n will never happen again. Dadimaa n that filthy girl of hers will regret this marriage. He pledged, determined as a rock.

Maan entered his room only with his tracks on. He saw his lawfully wedded wife getting ready in front of mirrow.

Her hair dripping wet. Dressed in yellow her curvacious body tempted him.

His legs started moving without his very knowledge. Geet saw him through mirror n froze at her place. He stopped just behind her. His front touching her back.

He slipped his hand around her bare waist. Oh! How perfect her cold skin felt under his hot palm.

Jolts ran in her veins. She closed her eyes n let him do whatever he wanted. She just flowed in his passion, his khumaari.

Maan burried his face in her bewitching hair breathing in the smell of shampoo mixed with her aroma.

Geet felt his heavy breath on side of her face n his lips nearing her ears. Her insides were churning with anticipation.

His lips parted n he whispered in his most sensous voice.

I don't like yellow. You better don't wear it again.

Ji...??

Her word brought him back n he left her abruptly. Taking his shirt from cupboard, he left the room, dazzed.

Geet hit her head. Geet! Jhalli! Kya zaroorat thi yellow pehnne ki. Pata hai na yellow yellow dirty fellow.

She quickly changed into red saree n went downstairs. The house was full of relatives. Like its said 'The richer you are, the more relatives you have'. But Maan regarded only 3 people as his family. Dadimaa, his uncle n younger brother Shaan.

It seemed like a bee-hive with all buas n bhabhis buzzing around like bees. Geet smiled at her thought.

Geet bete aap aa gai. Wait till the muh dikhai ceremony in the evening then you can remove this veil. Dadimaa had instructed her to keep her face under veil until the muh dikhai ceremony. Abhi aap jaake kitchen me kuch meetha banaiye. Nakul will help  you.

Geet prepared Kheer. She was a great cook. Her family used to love her cooking back home but will everyone like it here.

Oh! God. She was hell nervous. Her hands were shaking due to nervousness.

Kya hua Geet didi?? Nakul the head chef asked.

Kheer sabko pasand toh aayegi na?

Haan bilkul. Par Maan sir ko meetha nai pasand hai

Toh Maan ko kya pasand hai. She asked out of curiosity.

Maan Sir ko continental pasand hai.

Geet did'nt knew how to cook continental but with Nakul's help she made cottage cheese soup for Maan.

She made the soup with full heart although she herself found it bland. But she thought thats maybe because she is not used to it.

Breakfast was served on the table n everyone appriciated Geet's kheer. Dadimaa gave her a diamond set.

Apoorva, the eldest daughter in law of dadimaa's younger sister did'nt looked so pleased. If geet was not there she would have been the eldest of all bahu's. But now Geet was there to overshadow her.

PART- 5

Wow Bhabhi ab mujhe rooz aapke haath ka yum khana milega. Shaan said enthusiatically. Yeh kheer toh bahut tasty hai.

Geet smiled in response.

Geet didi ne toh Maan sir k liye soup bhi banaya hai. Nakul informed.

Par beta Maan to office chale gaye. Humne unhe rokne ki koshish ki par wo apne aage kisi ki sunte kahan hai. Dadimaa sighed.

Geet's hopes shattered like glass. She for the 1st time made continental for him with her heart n soul, all in vain. She was disappointed. No, very disappointed but did'nt show it.

Koi baat nai dadimaa mai dobra bana dungi.

Kya baat hai Geet pehle hi din apne pati ko rok nahi paayi aap. Apoorva said in typical taunting tone.

Apoorva... Dadimaa glared.

Ab maine kya kiya. Maan Veerji pehle hi din Geet ko akele chod k chale gaye toh isme meri kya galati hai. Apoorva faked innocence.

Geet did'nt said anything. She just stood there with misty eyes which were not visible to anyone due to the veil.

Geet nai Bhabhi... Dadimaa warned Aur Maan ko koi zaroori kaam hoga. You don't have to worry for him. Shaan aap jake Geet ko puri haveli dekha dijiye

Chalo bhabhi aaj k liye I am your guide. Shaan chirruped n took Geet with him.

Maan entered the main branch of Khurana Construction in typical MSK style. He used to look over all the business from here when he was India. After he shifted to Dubai he visited here occasionally. His last visit was 5 months ago.

Everyone was dead scared. One of the many things Maan does the best. Making people scared. His power was their terror.

He walked into his cabin n asked Adi to bring Gupta's file. Meanwhile Sunaina entered his cabin. Maan was studying company's turnover report.

Hey MK... Sunaina greeted him.

Hmmm...

Sunaina sat on the chair on opposite side of the table. She knew how to get his attention. She leaned over the table giving a clear view of her cleavage n upper bosoms.

Maan peeked from above the file.

I am in no mood Su. He again started reading his file.

Sunaina stomped her foot. This trick always worked. But for some reason Maan did'nt felt that spark today.

Accha why you left last night?? We were enjoying so much.Sunaina asked, trying again to get some good response.

Marriage

Marriage?? And you?? Sunaina asked amused. From when you have started attending such f**king functions. Whose marriage was it??

Mine

Sunaina stood up in shock. What?? You got married?? With whom?? She asked unbelievingly. Now she won't be his favorite anymore. She clearly saw her golden coin slipping away.

Maan rolled his eyes. No need to creat fuss. Dadimaa brought that middle class junk. You know I love you. His said with no expressions.

I LOVE YOU which he spoke to every next girl in his bed. He never understood the significance n depth of the 3 letter prase.

Sunaina also knew those 3 words meant nothing to him but everything is fine untill she getting his money for fun.

Maan wrapped his arms around her waist. She looked away. Maan ducked his pocket n gave her his credit card.

Her face instently lit up.

My Don!! She placed a wet kiss on his cheek n ran out.

Maan heaved a sigh of relief. Now that she was gone, he could concentrate on work. But will Geet's thoughts leave him.

At Muhdikhayi ceremony, Geet clad in pink, sat in between all the ladies. Dadimaa was gone to temple as pandit had suggested a puja there, which had to be done simultaneously with muhdikhai ceremony at home.

Everyone saw Geet's face n were mesmerised by her exotic beauty.  They gave her various gifts n in return tasted jealousy as jealousy is an indispensable part of a woman's personality. Women are bound to feel jealous by their better counterpart.

Waah! Kya bahu dhundhi hai Savitri ne. One of the elder lady said.

Apoorva was burning with envy. Kya fark padta hai if she is beautiful it does'nt mean she can handle everything. We are rich n have a status. I don't know what dadimaa was thinking while bringing this dirt in KM

Apoorva... Maan roared.

He was already irritated because he was not able to concentrate on anything the whole day n now this family drama.

Don't forget she is Mrs. Maan Singh Khurana. He warned. Mind your words before they leave your mouth. Remember this is KM, my place. If you have any problem then get lost. No its better that all you leave right now.

He ordered the servents to pack everyone's bag. Apoorva stood there dumb. She better not say anything in front of him. He was heartless, relatives n relations meant nothing to him.

Maan dragged Geet with him. How could anybody speak against something that belongs to him.

OK, he does'nt believed in marriage but officially she was his wife. He allows no one to critisize his things. What he does with her is behind closed doors. His reputation was never hampered in anycase.

He entered the room n bang shut the door with his leg. Removing his coat n tie he pushed Geet on bed n sat beside her.

Geet was again sacred by seeing him angry. He placed his hands on either side of her on bed.

Get ready for punishment. Maan whispered, his face dark with anger.

Punishment?? Why?? I did'nt even spoke a word. Geet thought least she knew he was angry because she did'nt say anything.

Before she could speak her thoughts Maan wiped her lipstick off her lips with his thumb.

I want you raw.

Next moment Maan slammed his lips on hers.

This time he was aggresive. When he had said punishment, he truely meant it.

He nibble her upper lip then the lower one. All his determination went in drain. He wanted to punish her n whats better than a kiss.

He knew she was scared of it at the same time it will fullfil his hunger. N a kiss does'nt mean that the marriage is successful, so there was no harm.

His tongue dived inside n tasted her salive. Geet was now completely lying on bed. Maan settled himself upon her. He was amazed how well she fitted. Like when god moulded her, he used him as frame.

Geet was not able to cope up with his aggression. Slowly his anger subsided n he kissed her passionately.

Now she was finding it difficult to hold back. Atlast she slowly moved her lips in response. Maan sighed, it was eternal bliss n he wanted more.

Maan stroked her tongue, instructing her to do more n she followed. She gently sucked n nibbled.

He parted to look at her. She was craving for more like him. He again started kissing her.

He taught her n she learned like an obedient student. He was a good teacher n soon she learned it all. She responded to him with same fervour.

They intensely probed each other mouth. The felicity was unexplainable n heat was consuming.

Maan rubbed his body against hers making her wild with desire. His manhood touched her feminity informing her of his aroused state its other thing that she was not able to comprehend it but a tingling current ran through her with the contact.

She bit his lip. Maan liked that but now it was going too far. He finally left her mouth.

You are going to sleep on floor. He said with a devilish smirk, his breath still fanning her face.

PART- 6

Why did'nt you said anything??

Maan was confused. He knew women to be bitchy, always scheming against each other so why she did'nt stopped Apoorva.

Geet was preparing her bed on floor. It was not a problem. Back home she always slept on floor whenever some guests used to come for visits.

Ji mai kya kehti? She said with her eyes downcast.

Why?? Are you dumb? No. You have got a mouth to speak

Par mai kaise...

Listen girl. You are no more Geet Handa. Now you are Geet Maan Singh Khurana. My name is attached with yours. If someone is insulting you it means my name is hampered. And I don't like to compromise with my honour. If you don't have any self respect then its not my problem. Maan said with a tinge of anger.

Geet listened to him with great concentration.

Now stop looking at me like a fool. He said irritated. Are you listening? Do my words even mean anything to you??

They mean everything. Her own audacity amused her.

Maan quickly closed the lights unable to control his wild fantacies which clouded his mind by seeing her.

After sometime Geet fell asleep while Maan listened to the slow tik tok of the clock.

Maan's soliloquy (monologue)

I looking at her simply because I am not able to look anywhere else.

Her face is glowing like last night. Her skin white as snow n whenever I touch her, it feels she is melting in the heat of my passion.

How can someone be so beautiful? So serene. Her mere breathing is making me hard. I just want her under me, to press her body against mine to death.I am in the most exquisite distress
want you astride now, sweating
feeling an impetuous volcano
stain at its peak inside
wanting to explode
my wildest self all over you

-by L.H. Kennedy


But I don't understand!! Her attitude.

Is she really that naive???

Or is she mad???

I am not sure about her but she is certainly making me mad.

May be she is a witch. Who knows some black magic.

End Soliloquy

Sighing he controlled his overflowing urges n eventually fell asleep.

Next morning Geet took bath n changed into pink salwar suit as dadimaa said she can wear whatever makes her comfortable. She brought black coffee for Maan. He was sleeping. She was confused whether to wake him up or not.

He had to go to office n coffee was also getting cold so she decided to give it a try.

Maan She spoke ever so softly.

He moved a bit. Geet made a face. She bent a little to see if he was awake.

Maan pulled her by wrist. She fell over him. Their faces inches away, breaths mingling.

What are you doing? Maan asked rudely.

Wo... Mai...mai...dene aayi thi. She said breathing heavily, intimidated by his proximity.

Kya?? Morning kiss Maan said looking lustfully at her lips.

Nai mai wo coffee... her voice got choked when Maan started massaging her cheek making immaculate patterns with his thumb like Picaso working on his canvas.

She closed her eyes n pressed her face more against his hand.

Nakul knocked on the door. Geet straightened herself while Maan groaned.

Hmm...

Dadimaa breakfast k liye bula rai hai

Geet Maan came downstairs. Nakul was serving the breakfast.

He was about to put non- veg in Geet's plate when she stopped him.

I don't eat non-veg. She told him politely.

Her family ate non- veg n she cooked it for them. But Geet herself never ate non- veg. She found it morally wrong to kill animals for taste. Moreover she felt sick just by the smell of non- veg.

PART- 7

Dadimaa NGO se call aaya hai aapke liye. A servent informed.

Dadimaa had finished her food so she excused herself from there.

As soon as Maan found her out of sight, he encountered Geet.

So Geet what I mean to you?? He asked gravely.

Everything. She replyed promptly. Thats what she had been taught since childhood. After marriage husband place is higher than god.

N what is the price of my words for you.

They are priceless. I can deny god's verdict for the words spoken by you. Her voice was meek yet confident.

So you will believe everything I say

Yes!!

If I say night is bright.
Will you believe it?
If I say squeak is the best sound.
Will you believe it?
If I say poison is harmless.
Will you believe it?
If I say wine is purest.
Will you believe it?
If I say hate is pleasant.
Will you believe it?

Geet was sacred, but she wanted him to know what he was for her. She wanted his love not wrath.

If you would say night is bright,
I will never sleep,
If you would say squeak is the best sound,
I will it hear everyday.
If you would say poison is harmless,
I will have it without any complain.
If you would say wine is purest,
I will drink it as Ganga's water.
If you would say hate is pleasant,
I am ready to take it from you all my life.

Her answer gave him the biggest shock. He was not able to digest the fact that why she believes him so much? Why she trusts him? They are not even related by blood.

He was unaware that marriages are far more mighty than blood relations. It binds two souls in an unbreakable, holi thread. N marriages only, gives birth to blood relations.

Saying is easy but doing is difficult. He thought n smirked.

Then eat this. He forwarded his plate towards her which had non- veg.

It was Geet's turn to get shocked. She looked at him to confirm if what she heard was right.

Yes, eat this. There nothing wrong in it. He answered reading her face n smiled in triumph.

He was confident that she will never eat it n will give him thousands of excuses. But he decided not to leave her until she had it.

Geet surprised him again without any persuation she lifted the spoon filled with food.

Maan was unable to believe what he was seeing. People in his world were greedy, hungry for money, luxury n nothing else.

Then why was she not behaving in normal way. Why she was compromising with her morals, for his few words.

Geet took the spoon to her mouth. It is not easy for a vegetarian to eat non- veg all of a sudden. Innocent faces n helpless eyes of animals started coming in her mind. Her eyes welled up without her knowledge.

But she had to eat it because Maan said so. Geet held her breath not to take in the smell. She made plan to swallow it in one go n closed her eyes. Her tears spilled out. Geet opened her mouth n the spoon was almost inside.

Ruk jaiye Geet. Dadimaa shouted entering the hall like a god sent angel n saved Geet from doing something which was a sin for her.

PART- 8

Maan yeh aap kya kar rahe hai? Dadimaa asked angrily.

Maan shrugged his shoulders.

Geet You don't have to eat this. Dadimaa again turned to Maan. What kind of behaviour is this Maan?

She is my wife. Right? So she is dutyful n I have full rights on her. He smirked.

She is your wife not slave. And like her you also have duties towards her. You have to respect her you cant ju...

Dadimaa please its OK. Geet said worried by the clash.

Maan pointed his finger towards Geet. You don't have to defend me. I will do whatever I want. He looked at Dadimaa. N no one can stop me.

Announcing this Maan left for office.

Adi told Maan that Dubai textile branch is having some problems in management since he left.

Maan decided to leave for Dubai for 5 days. May be he could find some peace there n get out from his wife's spell. But man always don't get what he wants.

After 5 days, Geet was taking a walk in garden. She had nothing to do. She liked painting n watching movies but never voiced her hobbies due to hesitation.

She was grossed in enchanting roses when heard a cute scowl. She saw a white, furry puppy outside the main gates.

She asked the guard to open the gates n brought the puppy inside.

Geet was fondling the puppy when 5 BMW entered the mansion. They were playing near the road. With the sound of horns n engines puppy got scared n in panic jumped on the road.

The threat of loosing her one n only friend in this new world was feirce.

Geet ran behind the puppy n picked him up. She hid the small being in her arms but her own life was now in danger.

The driver applied the emergency brakes. The tires made a screeching sound n the car stopped inches away from Geet.

Maan stepped out from the back seat of same car, seething in anger.

What the hell are you doing? Maan demanded.

He clenched his fist when saw the white form in Geet's hold.

How ironical...
When you are heartless, you claim to have no feelings but what empowers you is greed, hate n jealousy.
Unfortunately they are also named feelings

He brought Geet to the bed room.

Put it down. Maan refered to the puppy. He did'nt liked to share what was named his.

Geet kept the puppy on floor making an innocent face. Maan jerked her towards himself, holding her waist. Their bodies got glued. Leg to leg, belly to belly n chest to chest.

Why were you holding that thing? I am your husband or that dog? He asked through gritted teeth.

Puppy!! Geet corrected him in mind but obviously did'nt say anything orally.

She could never understand when n why he became angry. She looked at him confused n scared like always.

Maan forcefully wrapped her arms around his waist, remembering her hold on the puppy. He further entrapped her in his embrace.

PART- 9

He hid his face in curve of her long neck. His lips touched her skin giving her jolts. He sqeezed her waist still hugging her. His gesticulates showed he was enraged. Geet wanted to calm him but how was a real worry.

Maan... She cooed.

Maan looked at her knoting his brows.

Geet hesistantly neared her face sideways to his. Collecting all her guts she gently pressed her lips against his cheek.

Maan's eyes were wide open. It was the first initiative from her side. The brief touch of her petal soft lips on his rough cheek vibrated his whole body in bliss.

My body is yearning for your hand
and my heart lonely stands
I wait for your gentle kiss
n those lips I really miss
Your bright eyes n the way you smile
brings me to you from thousand miles
Why the moments of peace are few
Why I always waiting for you

His anger vanished like moonlight in fog. It was amusing how he felt utterly satisfied n contended just by a small peck though his wants were far more than just a peck.

She parted n blushed furiously. It was a sight to adorn n capture.

He freed her n left the room.

Geet found the puppy sitting in the cornor terrified by her beast. She placed him on bed.

Awww chutu dal gaya. She giggled. Arre tumhara toh naam hi nai rakkha maine!!

Is she talking about food???? Puppy thought confused.

In appearance he was white, fluffy , soft n round just like a cotton ball.

Mill gaya!! Geet cheered. Aaj se mera shona will be called Cotton.

Is this a dish????

Ab hum kya karen??? Geet asked Cotton. Hmmm let me give you a bath first.

Are you taking me for feeding???

Later at night, Sunaina came to KM to return Maan's mobile. She had gone with Maan to Dubai. But strangely Maan not even once touched her or any other girl.

She wanted to know the reason for this drastic change. Was it because of his wife???

She intensionally kept Maan's mobile with herself so that she could go to KM afterwards with the excuse.

Sunaina entered his study. Maan was working on his laptop.

Why are you here?? He asked without sparing her a look.

Oh! MK is this the way to welcome a guest. Sunaina said dramatically.

Don't play with words. Come to the point.

Hmmm I was here to return your mobile.

Sunaina heard the tinkling of payal n guess the wearer to be Maan's wife.

She quickly sat on his lap n started playing with his hairs.

Geet entered the study. Her grip on coffe mug loosened n it fell on the floor. The coffee n her tears spilled but it seemed no one noticed the later.

A woman can take anything from her man
Hate, tears, violence
but she can't take another women n the arms where she belongs.

PART- 10

Sunaina looked at Geet who was looking devine in a simple, peach suit. She was dumbstuck by her beauty.

I am more beautiful. She said in her mind although she knew it was not true but truth is always bitter n admitting it needs pure soul.

I am sorry mai abhi dusri coffee lati hu. She said meekly without looking up, scared.

Scared about her heart, will it be able to take that sight once more. Scared about his temper, will he get angry because she interupted.

Geet quickly gathered the broken peices n left the room.

Maan looked at Sunaina with eyes spitting fire. He did'nt liked 

things out of way. Everything happened according to his plans let it be business or personal front.

One look was enough n moreover her aim of showing Geet her place was complete.

She stood up n raised her hands.

Okay! Okay! I know you are not in mood but what can I do if 

you are so irresistible. She stated seductively.

Geet was preparing coffee in kitchen when Sunaina came from behind.

Naam kya hai tumhara? She asked rudely.

Ji Geet...!!

Bechari Geet. Sunaina faked pity. Apne pati ki bahon me kisi aur ko dekh ke bura laga?

Geet eyes filled up. What was she trying to do sprinkling salt on her wounds.

Tum kya samjhti ho mai tum jaisi ladkiyon ko nai jaanti. But dear your tricks wont work here because he is already taken. N you know what... He loves me.

Those words came as a pointed needle going through her heart making it bleed.

Aisa nai hai... She cried.

Aisa hi hai. Now make tea for me.Sunaina said with attitude. Ya phir rehne do my standard is not that low that i drink tea made by your filthy hands. Nakul...

Yes Ma'am...

I want tea

Yes Ma'am...

Geet took Maan's coffee n left for his study. On the way she wiped her tears. But can she stop her red eyes, wan face n hitched voice from conveying the inner turmoil.
She quietly kept the coffe mug on table n started leaving. Maan held her hand n pulled her. She landed on his lap.

Why you bring me close
To break my heart
Everytime I start to trust you
It brutally falls apart
Where to go, what to do
Who will explain you to me
Stuck in this never solving puzzle
I can only wish bereaved time to flee.

Maan's eyes were dark with desire. Since the time he touched her, he could not touch anyone else. Since he saw her no other sight seemed worth watching. Since he smelled her, he finds her aroma everywhere. Since he kissed her, he only dreamt of her intoxicating lips.

Geet lowered her lashes as she did'nt had the power to take his gaze that bored her into her every single cell.

Wo mujhe kitchen me kaam hai. She nervously said n tried to get up.

Maan jerked her back. She fell over him while her lips touched his partially exposed chest as his upper shirt buttons were open.

The feel of her lips was like a gush of wind which intensified the flames of his burning hunger.

He snapped open the dori of her kurti. Geet gasped at his sudden advance. He planted a kiss on her shoulder making her shiver. She took in a deep breath n closed her eyes.

Why were you crying? He asked while sliding the kurta off her one shoulder.

'He noticed' Geet would have rejoiced but right now she was not in a state of mind to think.

Maan traced his lips from crook of her neck to the end of her bare shoulder n trailed back giving wet kisses, at every next spot Maan deepened the kiss leaving her breasts taut n below itching.

Haan Geet bolo! Why were you crying?

Wo mujhe accha nai laga apko unke saath dekh kar. She confessed honestly n a tear made its way down her cheek.

Maan licked the tear lifting her left leg. He placed it on his right making her sit astride on him. Now she was completely facing him.

Am I your personal property that I will be only with you. Maan stated manipulatively, simultaneously opening her braid.

Yes he is right. I am being selfish. But then he is my husband so why he needs anyone else. Geet was busy in her thoughts when Maan smashed her gloss.

Next moment Maan sealed his lips over her with his tongue brushing against them tentatively.Geet let out a sound of protest but that died into his mouth. She remember that painful sight n Sunaina's words.

He loves me

The words ecoed in her ears. She wanted to forget that, to forget everything n hence kissed him back fervently, assuring herself that he was only hers.

She nibbled his lips n sucked his tongue. Maan was amazed, he liked the wild cat. Maan entangled his one hand in her silky hairs n other found its way under her kurti feeling her soft bare skin. He pushed her more into him, if that was possible.

Geet's mind was no more in her control. It craved for more. She lifted herself a little n pushed him backward. She settled back exactly at the right place. She felt the bulge but did'nt payed any heed to it n concentrated on kissing him.

On the other hand Maan was getting insane now with her body touching his at every right nook n corner. There mouth left each other when breathing was just impossible. Maan kissed all over her neck leaving his bite marks.

His hand went above on her back, holding the bra strap, he opened the hook.

A knock on the door disturbed them.

Maan sir wo Dadimaa n Sunaina madam... Came Nakul's worried words.

They made themselves presentable n came downstairs.

Maan humne aapse kaha tha k aapke aise waise jaanne wale humme yahan nai chahiye. Dadimaa said boiling in anger giving Sunaina a disgusting look.

Aisi waisi... Mai aisi waisi. MK did you heard that.

Maan rolled his eyes. Su, I had told you not to come here. You kept my mobile as an excuse but it wont work next time.

Sunaina was amazed that he knew that she had intentionally kept his mobile with her. His next set of words shocked her more.

Don't come to KM again. You can meet in office. Now get out. Maan said with finality. Sunaina exasperated left from there cursing the two women behind.

NEXT- PART 11-25