BEZUBA, PART 8

~BEZUBA~

~PART 8~

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She instantly felt light. You didn’t hurt when you didn’t expect n dreamed. To stay alone without human ties or love was her fate. Like he said not bound to him, neither emotionally nor physically.

Maan’s each muscle ached as he walked back into the room from gym. It was still dark so he thought Geet was still asleep which was understandable since it was so early n they had slept late. Well, only Geet, he didn’t sleep at all. He took out clothes from the cupboard n walked into bathroom. Then he stopped dead in his steps, the clothes falling from his hands n breath catching in throat.

She was naked, standing to her full height, looking inside the cabinets. Her hairs were still in braid flacks coming out n…. she was beautiful. Her each spot porcelain smooth, flawless. From the curve of her neck to the straight line of her back to the full bulge of her butt, two round globes parted by a line n then her lean, creamy legs. As she bent over the platform to check the lower cabinet, her legs parted… Maan grew hard n his length throbbed as all blood raced to his core. She stood back up n stilled, seeing him in the mirror. Maan wasn’t concentrated on her face though, his attention was on the handful of tight breasts n how soft they would be under his palm n mouth. Those perk, pink nipples between his lips and teeth as he tugged n sucked would feel… his eyes dipped lower to the flat belly n then her sex, the beautiful mound n lips that he urged to kiss n ravish like a man starved.

A vision of her bent over the counter like before while he penetrated n thrust into her from behind flashed before him n he jerked his eyes up to hers. They were wide, her lips parted. Maan looked at himself in the mirror. His expressions were just the same though his eyes were dark with lust.

She forget to close the door was her first thought when her sanity returned. As Maan’s eyes roamed over her she wanted to duck her head n go invisible, in spite of that a thrill rose in her chest n surged with her blood. She was bare but didn’t felt naked. He was just in his trousers n his torso was a mass of taut muscles n abs, covered with sheen of sweat right now maybe because of workout. They stood for ages n slowly she turned around because Maan clearly wasn’t going anywhere. Unable to think rationally with her hands she covered her chest n the area between her legs. A grunt resounded as Maan turned n started to go out.

Maan? Don’t know why she called his name but he stopped n then before she knew was on her. His mouth latched on her neck while he held her hands behind her back. Her chest closed against his sweaty, hard one.  She moaned. His mouth, those lips n tongue, wetted her neck making her breath n heartbeat go wild while his stubble tickled her skin scratching it painfully. He was fervent n demanding. His knee parted her thighs as his hard length pressed to her nude core. Like someone opened the floodgates, Geet became wet, flowing like river. He rubbed himself against her pushing her more into the counter. His hand came up to open her braid. He was everywhere… on her body, in her mind. And she moaned n arched n rubbed n…

He buried his face in her plump breasts n his other hand went down to the waistband of his trousers. Geet held the counter, tight, bracing herself for what was about to come.

It ended there. He jumped back as if electrified and all but ran out of the bathroom. Not before her seeing the expressions on his face, of regret and sheer disappointment... and disgust. Geet couldn’t even cry. Her mind was a blank void. She went into the shower n started the water with shaky hand. A bath was desperately needed so she could do the impossible task of washing his touch off her.

When the sun was fully out in the sky Geet went to the main mansion to meet Dadimaa as she had asked her to come the next morning. Maan had already left without telling. *Yeh kiske lie hai?* Geet wrote on the pad n showed the servant who was taking breakfast. Dadimaa ke lie. *mai le jaati hu* The servant was hesitant n denied once too but when she asked again because she was going that way only he agreed, with difficulty.*Sabko kya lagta hai babaji ke mai khane me kuch mila dungi?* Geet knocked on the door, soft n slow. Aa jayiye.

Geet went in n touched Dadimaa’s feet. Aapko roz humare pair chune ki zaroorat nai hai. Aap toh humari beti jaisi hai. Geet smiled n kept the breakfast aside. Dadimaa couldn’t walk n she had difficulty moving much. Geet understood this. *Mai aapko khila du?* Dadimaa nodded.

Geet fed her n because while feeding she couldn’t communicate they remained fixed to one task. Once done. Dadimaa asked. Aapko humaara gift kaisa laga? Geet knotted her brows. Humne apka room decorate karwaya tha na. Geet blushed though her eyes were sad which didn’t escape Dadimaa’s vision. Geet picked the pad to write. Nai likhna chodiye, humse aap apne tareeqe se baat kariye. Geet eyes widened n she shook her head. Aap chinta mat kariye humare paas pura din hai hum seekh jayenge.

So they started like that. Toh bataiye aapko gift kaisa laga? *Accha tha.* Geet told like this… 

But her expressions didn’t match with her sign. Aap humse sab share kar sakti hai, hum dikhne me zaroor budhe lagte hai but humara dimaag abhi bhi young hai. Toh humse aap ek dost ki tarah baat kariye, theek hai? Hum Maan se kuch nai kahenge.Humaari baate bas humare beech hi rahengi. Geet eyes filled up with adoration. She had never had a real friend n now when Dadimaa was offering such a thing she wanted to embrace it with open arms. Geet nodded enthusiastically. Toh bataiye phir kya problem hai, kal kya hua?

Geet told Dadimaa what had happened. She had thought it would be awkward but Dadimaa listened everything calmly without judging Geet. Obviously Geet didn’t tell what had transpired between her n Maan in bathroom this morning but she did tell that she wasn’t a girl Maan wanted or deserved as his wife n their marriage was just for name sake. She also, honestly n innocently, told Dadimaa how she felt. Dadimaa couldn’t believe that the girl before her was such an angel. She was truthful n naïve not something that you would find in today’s world easily. She had wanted a girl like this only for her grandson but that was beyond realization. Her grandson was ruined n now that Geet was his wife, she didn’t know if she was happy or sad.

Aap kabhi aisa mat sochiyega ke Maan aapko apne se kam samajhte hai. Wo aise nai hai. Par wo sabse alag hai. Agar bhagwan ne aap dono ko milwaya hai toh unhone kuch sochke aisa kia hoga. Aap bilkul pareshan mat hoiye. Geet nodded amazed. The conversation was so easy, difficult at time but not because of the content of their talk but her inability to speak. Still, it just took two-three trials every time for Dadimaa to understand what she wanted to say with her hands. After the sady-sady talks they went ahead to talk about other things n by the time Geet came out of Dadimaa’s room after she fell asleep it was noon. She went downstairs n was hungry. There were servants everywhere but no one asked her for food which was fine with her, not like she had been grown up like a princess.

Somewhere she had heard even if the family members’ had drifted apart there shouldn’t be two separate kitchens; that alienated them all the more. So Geet went into the kitchen of main mansion to cook something for herself.

PRECAP- 

Geet getting scolded n Maan sorry.

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