BEZUBA, PART 21

~BEZUBA~

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~PART 21~

 

Maan are you even listening. Maan snapped out of his reverie, surprised that Dia was still there.

Maan- Sorry, I zoned out.

 

Dia was concerned, standing up she came to Maan’s side and squeezed his shoulder. Why are you so out of focus? Is something wrong?

 

No, there is just a lot on my mind.

 

That’s why I tell you not to work so hard although you are never going to heed me on this.

 

He grinned up at her. You know me so well. Dia rolled her eyes. You proceed with the plans drawn. I’ll catch up later on.

 

Dia nodded and patted his cheek. I will update you on the progress. Take care. With that said she left and only that much time it took for Maan to revert back to his thought.

 

Geet was depressed about something. As he remembered the pain on her face his own grief hit him right through the chest. What was she hiding? Why wouldn’t she tell even after him enquiring about it?

 

He felt frustrated, angry and-unreasonably-he was hurt, there was a pinch of remorse too to make the dish that much spicier.

 

Had he pushed her so far that she wouldn’t share her problems with him? Not like he had left any other option at her disposal. Regardless, it was good and what he had wanted. Yes, he… wanted that. He was happy and satisfied. Problem was what he felt was no way near what he was supposed to feel. Her smile was lost somewhere and although he had done nothing, Maan felt it was his fault. He wanted her smile back.

 

Picking up his mobile, he stared at her picture caressing it softly. One day when she was sitting in the garden in midst of beautiful flowers enjoying the evening breeze and laughing at the antics of the two cats she had befriended as they fought n chased the butterflies he had taken the liberty to take a snap without her knowledge. In that stolen moment, she looked young, carefree, content and happy. Her eyes were twinkling, face glowing and hairs blowing in the slow wind. He wished he could have heard her laughter but- His mind had willed him umpteen times to delete the pic but some things weren’t just in your control.

 

Maan looked at his watch and it was still just 6, too early to go back home. Geet would probably think he had gone nuts if she didn’t believe that already.

 

So he just came out to take a stroll on the road he wasn’t accomplishing anything in the office anyway. KC was located in an up class and busy part of the city and there was a mall only a few blocks ahead. He stood outside torn between going in to buy a gift for her and turning back going empty handed giving her another reason to feel dejected. Eventually giving up the fight, he went inside the mall.

 

 

 

 

Geet was all dressed up for her dysfunctional, first karwachaut. Since morning it had been like this, instead of Divya, Dadimaa had prepared sargi for her. Geet had no expectations from her mother-in-law but finding out that Dadimaa had actually stepped out of her room for her was a really pleasant surprise. At least there was someone who cared for her and apparently didn’t have any reasons to hide it.

 

Looking into the mirror she wore the earrings in her ears and slid the red bangles in her hands. She didn’t have much jewelry but the sari was quite heavy-a gift from Dadimaa-and all that mattered was the magalsutra in her neck.

 

Geet took her puja thaal and kept Maan’s pic in it because… she knew he wouldn’t come. A part of her said he would and a bigger part of her hoped the same but she was in no position to get her hopes high as in the end they would most probably be crushed. Surely enough Maan was somewhere busy in his stupid work, the thought of puja or Geet not even crossing his mind for once.

 

As Geet came on the terrace she had to wait a while for the moon to come up. Sky was clear with countless stars flickering on its wide expanse. This night would have been so beautiful if she wasn’t alone, she thought sadly. Moon finally decided to show its face; in no way she had expected Maan to appear magically same time. Eyes widened, she gaped at his profile. Maan smiled a little, awkwardly.

 

She actually poked his arm to make sure he was real. Her mouth fell open. He was indeed very real in casual jeans and a button down slik shirt which meant he hadn’t just come but had reached early enough to change for the puja.

 

Maan shifted uncomfortably. She was looking so pretty in the sari. He could help- having a mind of their own his eyes disobediently skimmed over her body. Geet blushed hoping that she looked good and getting caught he blushed embarrassed for such a blatant scrutiny.

 

They stood there in complete silence for a while and Maan was the one to break it. The moon is up. Geet tore her eyes away from her husband n glanced up remembering that there was a puja to be done. *Ho sakta hai mai yeh theek se na karu* She warned. *Dadimaa ne mujhe bataya hai k puja kaise karte hai aur maine dusri aurto ko pehle karte dekha hai par yeh mera first time hai.* And she was quite nervous about it and now he was here too; what if she made a fool of herself, he would think why he married her. She pouted looking at Maan. Maan chuckled and it made him look… adorable. She was dead.

 

Maan- Tumhari tarah mera bhi first time hai. And don’t worry, if you did a blunder I won’t even know.

 

Feeling a little better, she nodded lifting the thaal.

 

I see you hadn’t expected me to come. He commented without thought witnessing his photo in the plate. Geet turned red, ashamed. It’s not that she didn’t trust him but more like she didn’t trust her luck. It’s okay, Geet. I don’t blame you. Mai waise bhi inn sab baato aur rituals me believe nai karta. I came just for you. That was enough to boast her mood, a little, if not completely.

 

One by one she did all the rituals and he stood patiently through it. Honestly, he didn’t have any knowledge of time. He was lost in her. She was doing everything so carefully totally involved with all her heart. He almost felt bad. Almost. In reality he was selfishly feeling blessed.

 

As she looked him through the sieve there was cute little smile playing on her lips as if it was the most exciting thing to do. The softness and whatever else it was there in her eyes stole his breath away.

 

In the end Maan had to make her drink water and feed her a piece of sweet. So he took the glass to her mouth and cupped her cheek to support her face while she drank. She felt jitters by the small touch. It was the gesture that made her heart swell. He fed her and then she bent down to touch his feet. But he stepped back and with his hands holding her shoulder pulled her straight. It came as a shock in too sensitive a moment for her. She jolted out of the dreamland, the bubble bursting. It was her right, how could he step back from it? Unless he… she had forgotten theirs wasn’t just another usual marriage, it was a tie he was stuck in. He didn’t came because she was his wife, he came because he didn’t want to disappoint her… just because he was good human being.

 

If there was someone else in her place he would have done the same.

 

His humanity made her eyes burn. It would have been better if he hadn’t come n given her hopes if for a few minutes.

 

You don’t have to touch my feet. I said I don’t believe in all this.Maan said not getting any reaction. She stared down at the ground suddenly looking solemn. He was trying to think what went wrong when she started to leave. Wait. He grabbed her wrist. Kya hua?

 

Geet tightened her lips together giving him an accusing glare. She tried to free her hand. With his other hand he took the plate from her and kept it back. Mera wo matlab nai tha. Bas I won’t like if you touched my feet. She turned her head away not ready to buy that. If he didn’t like couldn’t he let her do it for her happiness. He had come to the puja then he could have let her do this too, but no… Maan had done the wrong thing at wrong time without knowing. She was already emotionally wounded and his small act served as an extra blow that went too deep.

 

Mujhe batao hua kya hai? He felt extremely restless, not feeling good about her giving him the cold shoulder. He couldn’t take it. Mai help kar sakta hu. He said attempting to hide the desperation. Tum college kyu nai jaa rai?

 

Her eyes flicked to his and chin quivered. He knew!! A tear dropped down and she knocked it away from the back of her hand. He took a step close and she moved back. It was all it took for him to pull her into him and she didn’t resist. She cried. And strangely it felt completely right.

 

 

 

 

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BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED, PART 27

BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED

Part 27

Marriage.

The word echoed in her ears like a thunderbolt. Where did that came from? He couldn’t ever possibly mean-

 

Geet knew she was in for a losing battle. But hell, she was going to fight. Only thing she wanted was to save him… from her. The love she had developed for him overpowered her needs. In this life or any other he didn’t deserved a girl who was raped again and again and who chose prostitution as a way of survival. She was so dirty her image in the mirror shown black. And Maan… he was a true angel…loving, kind… not hers.

 

Yet, as his proficient hands roamed over her body-the body that he knew so well-she struggled to stifle a moan. Good that her face was pressed in the wall. He looped his hand below her breasts. His hot breath fanned her neck as he pushed a thick leg between hers hoisting her body just a notch so he was pressed deeper amid. His increasing bulge rubbed against her wet core through the barriers of clothes and he started to nip at her shoulder. Sensations danced before her eyes.

 

She opened them and pushed at him with all her might. He fell on the bed and came back at her just as immediately. His eyes were crazed like no more he knew control. He pinned her against the wall this time his face looked directly down at hers. They stared at each other heatedly, nobody ready to back down… and although, they needed one thing, their wants were different.

 

She wanted him alive and happy more than she needed him for herself while he wanted and needed her to keep on breathing.

 

You aren’t going anywhere. We are going to get married tonight. And after this you will be tied to me.

 

You have lost it. This was jealously speaking, Geet guessed not knowing earlier that her fake act would back fire like this.

 

Frantic struggles made his hold tighten, his forehead came down to rest tenderly on hers while his fingers dug into her arms not so delicately. This time when he spoke the sound was soft and guttural. I said I’ll protect you, why are you so scared?

 

I am not scared. She said sternly so both of them could believe it.

 

Like he read her mind, he skillfully pressed her knee down which she had aimed at his groin. Should someone see her right now they would think her to be a lunatic. Because she fought like a madwoman, not caring whether she was hurting him or herself. She rapped him with her stomach, stomped his foot, punched and clawed at his chest; face whatever came into reach not caring that he hadn’t recovered fully. They landed on the bed and even with all his superior strength; Maan was having difficulty in containing her. A kick on the stomach had him rolling over with a grunt, Geet was ready to bolt. His hand grabbed her top, it tore apart and by then she was again under him. Fisting her small hand she punched his jaw and Maan growled angrily. With her knees she tried to throw him off her and as a result they landed on the floor.

 

Would you stop behaving like an animal? If anything Maan was irritated, extremely, and aroused, massively. His cock pulsed with urgent need. A good fight always turned him on.

 

Snapping her teeth at him, Geet shouted her answer. When you will let me go.

 

That is not going to happen.

 

Then this isn’t going to stop. She hurled her head at him but he dodged like a pro and smashed his lips on her. Only a gasp could escape the unexpected onslaught. His lips ravaged hers wrathfully, if he was bruising her it was good, the scene of her with Shaan was stamped in him to stay forever but he wanted to remove his touch not just from her body but mind. What did the guy gave her that he couldn’t?

 

I am sufficient for you, in every way, Geet. You’ll marry me by your own free will once am done proving.

 

Her heart was pounding, throat was dry and… he was right, she was ready to admit…. she was scared, very scared. This wasn’t right. They both would be doomed. Then why she wanted him so much. Why the apple was so tempting when it was forbidden? Could she risk herself n him for the taste? Every thought mushed in her mind.

 

Kiss me back. It was an order. She had never denied him, they had spent umpteen night enveloped in passion but not today.

 

No.

 

He held her hairs n kissed her mouth again and again, pulling back every time to look into her hazels, breaking her hardness with each tug of his lips.

 

Kiss me.

 

She heard the zipper slide n felt her slack being lowered. If she submitted now it would be the end. In one last hope she tried to escape but he turned her below him. Her panties were torn and he impaled her like never before. His manhood breathed into her, going deep and pulling out. She wasn’t ready. Digging her nails in the carpet she tried to keep up with his vigor. Maan removed his half torn shirt and pulled her hips to him so he could touch her in ways nobody had ever done. Geet Handa, you only belong to Maan Singh Khurana.

 

He withdrew to turn her around and she yelped from the loss. He filled her again n she gritted her teeth. By not touching him, she thought she could hide herself. She wasn’t participating. This was just meaningless sex. Meaningless… who was she fooling?

 

Maan knew her more than she could ever imagine. And he knew she loved wild. In seconds, he ripped her top, then her bra, toed her slacks completely off her legs. Now they were both bare and vulnerable. He enlivened him more than when they made love, because then they were joined body-to-body, brain-to-brain. It was that one time when even Geet couldn’t mask her emotions and feeling. The bareness wasn’t just physical, it was much more.

 

She moaned unwillingly when his tongue grazed her nipple. He kissed both her buds one by one simultaneously dipping his hand between her legs to stroke that right place. Her chest rose and fell and he drank her in before scrapping her nipple with his teeth not taking her fully into his mouth. She finally fisted his hairs to push his head down. He built up the high with his shaft, his fingers and mouth. Leaving her nipples his mouth came to hers. She kissed him back, biting his lips just like he had done. Peace evaded him. He took her roughness graciously and increased the pace. His pumps continued. As he rolled the pad of his thumb over her clit, pressing gently she almost came but he stilled, bore his gaze into hers and dropped the bomb. I love you.

 

She didn’t even have time to react because he thrust fast and came inside her with her name on his lips. She followed, the convulsions rocking her body as she hugged him. Her resolve broke down, more like shattered into pieces, telling her how useless it was to hold onto it.

 

 

 

Maan had amazing stamina. He could work whole day and still make love to her endlessly throughout the night. Make love? Well, have sex. 

Today, he was giving the most blasting demo of his vigor.

Sometime in middle of their boisterous session they had moved onto the bed. Their bodies were slick with sweat and she admired his chiseled chest with her hands while his hips bucked into her. Tingles erupted… and she was both exhausted and strangely charged. Her skin at the moment was super sensitive from non-stop love making-sex-his smallest of stokes were like an extensive thrust into her core and his thrusts explosions that shook her each cell.

 

He said he loved her.

 

How could it be true? She stared at him. He was panting, eyes closed and hands plastered to her breasts. His expressions despite their brutish adventures were calm. He was a very satisfied man right now. She pushed her heals into his hips. His eyes opened. Gosh he wasn’t finished.

 

You’ll marry me. She laughed meanly. This isn’t a joke. I love you and I am not kidding about it. I need you at all times with me. From this moment till yours and mine last breath you have to be with me. Call it my addiction or insanity but I want you, not just physically but rightfully as my wife.

 

He bent down to lay over her, trailed kisses along her neck moving down to suckle at her collar bone. Their bodies were glued, not even an inch of space between them. He was so powerful, his frame a broad mass of tough muscles. The protection that he provided her was priceless. His arms were the only place where she felt safe and human. Tears brimmed in her eyes. Should she be a normal girl, she would say yes in a blink but Maan didn’t know what he was doing. She wasn’t normal.

 

Will you marry me?

 

No. Her voice came out broken. He started a slow rhythm inside her and she felt his bite on her skin. It was painful but nothing in comparison to the pain that tightened around her chest. She was sinking in deep and Maan would drown with her.

 

His hand held hers in a steel grip above her head not letting her hold him.No is not an option. Shoving deep and hard he drove her body back. Some way she was successful in holding the headboard between her fingers. His nails dug into her wrists and soft sobs came out of her mouth mixed with moans. Sweat rolled down his forehead dropping on her neck. There were grunts and noises of the bed rocking. Her shouts and cries, his pants.

 

You have to marry me.

 

She couldn’t hold on. She came and wasn’t provided the chance to recover. Her body shook so badly inside out, she was about to black out. But he wouldn’t let her. Maan was determined. When he wanted something, he got it.

 

Another orgasm surged to explode and colorful circles swirled in her vision. Her brain yearned out of the high and body a break. I won’t stop until you say yes. This won’t end.

 

She shouted as loud as she could. You have gone mad. I won’t say yes.

 

Why?

 

Because you are digging your own grave.

 

Why do you care? Tell me dammit when you are so fucking unattached then why are you bothered about me. Say yes and end this.

 

Yes. Go to hell. Yes.

 

He rolled his hips into her and kissed her full on the lips taking all of her into him. They came together, their spasm vibrating through each other to never seize.

 

Once back from the mountain of bittersweet pleasure he finally let go of her only to pull her into him again and they both fell asleep immediately.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Everything felt surreal.

 

The garden was decorated like a fairy tale set and she was dressed in red, there weren’t many people, few servants, a photographer and pandit. The only relative or friend was Nikita. Geet wasn’t sure if she could call her friend anymore. What all she got from her whole evening was a wedding dress and cold stares. Which wasn’t wrong on Niki’s part. She deserved it. Geet knew she deserved every bad thing in the world and not this wedding.

 

All preparations were done in the farmhouse in a spectacular manner considering the little time it took to change the whole guise of the place.

 

Her hand shook as she put it in Maan’s. His was stable. Maan caressed her skin softly with his thumb. A tear dropped down from her eyes. All her fears and protests and claims to not want this were on one side and the ecstasy of this moment swelling uncontrollably in her chest on another.

 

God, she was so selfish. But this was what a girl wanted; marrying a man who cared then the world didn’t matter. Maan tipped her face up and kissed her forehead. Geet closed her eyes, feeling blessed for the first time in her life. What good thing had she done in the hell of her life that this man came into it? He just didn’t want her, he wanted her just for him and he wasn’t afraid to make the biggest commitment after knowing that she was tainted.

 

He lovingly filled the partition on her forehead and tied the black beaded necklace around her neck. They did seven revolutions of the fire just like she had always seen in on the movies. For this tiny span of time, Geet felt that she wasn’t a joke of destiny but another ordinary girl whose dreams of getting tied in the knot were coming true.

 

Finally when they were married Nikita smiled at her forgetting for a second that Geet had run away when Maan was there in the hospital. Geet still didn’t know how he found out about her refuge at Shaan’s place.

 

Maan cupped Geet’s face. We’re married, love. There was such joy on his face that Geet couldn’t help, she cried out and hugged him. All her reserve had broken, she felt bare of whole past and doings and the sheet of existence was white as that of a newborn. She felt new, whole. Reborn.

 

Promise me… promise me you’ll never ever leave me.

 

He kissed the top of her head, beaming brightly. I won’t. Never again.

 

 

 

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BEZUBA, PART 20

~BEZUBA~

~PART 20~

 

It was the senior’s plot to rag their juniors when the teachers least expected it. Since the college was strict about it they let the first month go by so there was no trouble.

All juniors of the batch were divided into several groups in the auditorium. Junior girls were being ragged by girls and boys by boys. Geet was in one of those groups, extremely nervous. Seniors were brutal, throwing insults and making everyone do embarrassing things. Her mouth fell open when a guy was asked to do a pole dance n strip.

 

She gulped not knowing whether to be happy for Pinky that she hadn’t come or curse her luck for being left alone on such a terrifying day. She went at the back and hid herself behind the other girls, all the while chanting Babaji’s name.

 

Simi babes, how is it going here? It was the Fresher? Guy. Shit! He was a senior, just what she needed.

 

These are all chickens. No guts.

 

Fresher? Guy’s eyes scanned the faces. Geet ducked her head chewing at her lip tensely.

 

Is that….. His lips twisted into a smirk and eyes glowed with recognition.

 

*Nai babaji aap mere saath aisa nai kar sakte.* Unfortunately, he was looking at her. Her heart beat stopped when he walked through the girls who parted to give him way and stood right before her.

 

Fresher? Guy- You’re so wrong Simi. I think there is a very gutsy person between us.

 

Simi- Ammy, go play with your boys and leave the girls to me.

 

Armaan- Uh huh… this one is special. She is my kill. So what’s your name? Geet just stared at him bug eyed. He knocked over her head.Knock-knock… name?

 

Geet almost raised her hands to sign but he wouldn’t understand a word she would tell. And she would hate to him that she was mute. There was no need of him and the others to see her any lesser than they already did. They would do nothing but make more fun of her.

 

Armaan- Hello, madam, English nai aati ya sunayi kam deta hai? Theek hai mai hindi me bolta hu… aapka shubh naam kya hai?

 

Now everyone was staring at them. Geet wasn’t fond of being centre of attraction. There were a number of bad memories associated with being under everyone’s stare, because, after a fateful day it never was for a good reason. Her throat dried up as Fresher? Guy-Armaan-stared down at her.

 

Simi- Gutsy? She is worst of all, can’t even tell her name.Everyone laughed and tears blurred her vision. She had gotten a chance to make friends but she didn’t-couldn’t-n now she was all alone in this nightmare. She cursed herself. Last whole week came back to her in a stupid recollection of events that made no sense right now. She felt positively light headed.

 

Armaan- Shh… You’ll make her cry. His voice was sarcastic and Geet just wished time to stop there for her to run home. She is very brave you know on her first day only she hit me.

 

Gasps were heard and Geet shook her head. What a liar, she hadn’t hit him exactly. He had earned that slap on hand anyways.

 

Simi was furious- You…

 

Armaan cut her off. Chill Simu darling. Everyone knows how big my heart is so I am going to forgive her. But, only if she would sing…. a lovely… song… for me. He said earning claps from his pals. Whistles and hoots filled the audi. So let’s start…

 

Geet had turned red and her hands were trembling. She didn’t know what to do; her body had gone numb refusing to move. The sounds entered her ear in a confusing buzz while she didn’t dare look up at all the faces.

 

Armaan- I think she is nervous and needs some encouragement. Everyone please clap for her.

 

Every clap was no less than a slap on her cheek. They were all laughing, Geet regretted ever dreaming about studying and coming to college, her courage crumbled that moment. This place wasn’t for her. She would have no friends and would always remain a laughing stock. Now nobody would ever forget this day. Never ever. Like in Hoshiyaarpur everyone would consider her an outcast. Where would she hide her face, what would she say to Maan?

 

Hiccups rocked her body as she cried silently, feeling the sickness roll in her stomach.

 

I think it has gone too far. A girl said.

 

Kush man, don’t go all softy.

 

Kushika rolled her eyes. Shut up yaar. Can’t you see she is crying?

 

Armaan realized his friend was right but the guilt was short lived. Everyone had to go through this, no big deal.

 

Geet didn’t know anymore what was happening. Her hearing n vision both had blurred because she had cried really hard. Someone held her hand n dragged her paralyzed body out of the herd of people. Hairs fell around her face like a curtain and she very tentatively peeked up. Her gaze halted over Armaan whose smile faded as he looked into her glassy eyes.

 

 

 

 

*Dadimaa sab mujhpe has rahe the aur mai kuch nai keh pai.* Geet sobbed signing vaguely. Dadimaa hugged, patted her back, used every word to pacify her but there was no stop to her cries.

 

Dadimaa- Beta aap toh itni bahadur hai phir aap himmat kyu haar rai hai.

 

*Nai dadimaa (tears poured down her eyes) aap sahi keh rai thi mujhe mere jaise logo ke college me jana chahiye tha. Wo log mera mazak bana rahe the aur- mai ek dum akeli thi Dadimaa, ek dum akeli.*

 

Next two days Geet didn’t go to college. When Pinky texted, she made a lame excuse about having some important work. Her being unusually sad was something nobody could remain ignorant to specially Maan. But he didn’t spoke of it to her. He was hesitant, honestly, wasn’t sure where to draw the line. He wanted to ask but the sane part of his brain held back.

 

Just like Maan, even Geet didn’t know where her boundaries lay. ‘How much he wanted her in his life’ was a question that bothered her often but she had promised to wait.

 

Maan opened the door for Geet to come inside when she knocked. He thought she was finally going to tell him what was bothering her and his frustration would end but instead she informed him about the karwachauth on the following day.

 

*Kal aapko jaldi aana hai. Matlab mai order nai de rai, aapko kaam ho toh koi baat nai.*

 

Hmm.

 

His epic ‘hmm’ would have irritated her to no ends if there weren’t other things on her mind. Like for how long she would stay holed up at home? Also her course was lagging behind since she was bunking classes… pinky was worried too… and for now Maan hadn’t noticed that she wasn’t going to college but soon he would… what would she tell him? The list went on and on. So when she just nodded absently Maan couldn’t stop himself.

 

Maine notice kia ke tum thodi pareshan ho, koi baat hai?

 

Baatein toh bahut thi par wo ek bhi bayaa na kar payi. Nahi. She didn’t want him to think she was weak; in short, she was desperately trying to woo him through every possible way. After all what a husband wanted in his wife…? How would she know, this was her first n last marriage and her husband didn’t spoke much. Hence, she was trying everything, some knowingly and some unconsciously.

 

Moreover Maan was always busy, he worked like a robot, god knew when he slept. Only Geet saw the profound exhaustion on his face and the last thing she wished was to add another worry line on his forehead.

 

 

PRECAP- 

Karwachauth… for how long Maaneet will hold on.

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