Bezuba, PART 27

~BEZUBA~

~PART 27~

 

That was Armaan. She signed and saw his face turning greener. She loved that greenery but didn’t want to trouble him more. *He is just a friend.* She told and had the guts to ruffle MSK hairs like he was a kid. Maan looked at her shell shocked and she combed his hairs back. Her touch made his stomach clench with need.

That brief action reminded him of something-someone-his heart squeezed as he tried to breathe and swallow the memory, never to bring it up back again.

 

Maan. Geet spoke worriedly. She placed her hand on his arm. His muscled flexed under her touch, eyes snapping to her. That was when she saw the sheen of wetness there. And a place inside her twisted painfully. Remorse birthed and she felt terrible for making him jealous. It was another thing that the sheer pain he was going through at the moment wasn’t because of Armaan, it was purely because of her small gesture. She signed, cursing herself, a lump forming in her throat. *I am sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset. Mujhe maaf kar dijiye.*

 

Maan blinked looking ahead at the road and passing view. When he spoke his voice was hoarse. It’s nothing. You just reminded me of someone. I- never mind.

 

Geet was curious but didn’t say another word. She had already ruined their day. She rested her head against the window to sulk in a corner, however, his sizzling hand came down to rest on her thigh not allowing the guilt to eat at her. He squeezed and heat swished in an instant to her female parts.Don’t. It’s not your fault. I am usually not like this. I am just tired after the trip. She nodded, feeling a little better. He changed the topic. Now why was that scumbag asking you to go with him when you already told you have some important work?

 

She smiled and joked lightly. *He didn’t understand how utterly enlightening Godzilla could be.*

 

He reflected her smile and just like that all the weight lifted and she got lost in that beautiful smile of his. Her eyes widened as she remembered something. Planting her hand in bag, she pulled out a magazine and tapped on the cover asking for explanation.

 

Maan was clueless- What?

 

*Mujhe yeh puchna chahiye. Yeh kya hai? App aise nange-punge kyu ho magazine cover pe?* She wanted to complain about the eligible bachelor thingy too but didn’t as that wasn’t in her power according to her.

 

Maan choked on air. Nange-punge. He muttered then stared at her as if she had grown two heads. You are speaking like I posed nude. The PR team said that this would be good for KC.

 

*It’s almost same. Aapko pata hai college me ladkiya aapke bare me kaisi gandi-gandi baate kar rai thi. Ke aap sexy ho aur… che-che babaji, mai toh bata bhi nai sakte.* Maan was smiling at her drama but made a straight face when she looked. *Kal aapki PR team aapko kue me kudne ko kahegi toh aap kya kud jaoge?*

 

And she went on n on until they reached their destination. In the end Maan held his ears and she went mute, eyes big. If you have so much problem then I promise I won’t ever do it. Fuck PR team. Okay?

 

She blushed and grinned and nodded… all at once. He just knew how to shut her up in the most amazing ways. The feeling of pure satisfaction on her face made him the happiest man. He put on his sunglasses. They climbed out of the car and walked inside the mall which was more of a multiplex. *Aapne yeh sunglasses kyu pehen rakkhe hai?* Nobody knows that I am in Delhi yet, and I would prefer it that way only.

 

He guided her into the hall. Geet was damn excited as she walked holding his hand. *Yeh toh pura ka pura khali hai. Hum sahi hall me toh aaye hai na, picture toh chalegi na?*

 

Maan rolled his eyes but all his insides was sparkling to see her so full of life. He actually had never seen her this happy. I have booked the entire hall. Come. He said pulling her at the furthest back to couch. They settled and an attendant served popcorns, nachos and cold drinks.Do you need anything else? He asked as the hall darkened and movie started. She just clutched his hand that was in hers and shook her head overwhelmed by his care. She wished he would never distance himself and remained just like this.

 

Geet, the movie has started. Maan whispered in her ears when she kept staring at him. Blood rushed in her veins from his nearness while she looked at the big screen.

 

Movie was superb and within minutes she was totally engrossed in it. Maan could tell what was happening on the screen just by her grip on his hand. When the hall got really cold, she folded her legs up on the couch. Her body shifted close-very close-to his. Her breast brushed his arm as she snuggled into him. Breath caught in throat, he removed it from between and stretched it on the couch behind her head. It made matters worse. Her globe was pressed up against his chest now. She looked up, her lips almost grazing his jaw and sighed in dark. *I am cold.* He didn’t even try to understand it buried too deep in the intoxication of her proximity. His mind was fogged with her sweet smell, touch and desire that coursed through him like hot lava. He was thinking n feeling things that he shouldn’t.

 

The hand that rounded her squashed into her shoulder pulling her nearer. Mount totally compressed against his taut chest, her peaked nipple poked him. It was cold or him was something he didn’t want to know and at the moment she didn’t notice. Her folded knee rested on his thigh and his other hand wrapped around her front. *Now it’s fine.* She signed n this time too he didn’t get it. His mind was totally elsewhere. He buried his nose in her hairs, the movie long forgotten. His lips tickled her ears and she shrugged her shoulder with a giggle to pry his lips away thinking it to be a fluke. She laid her head on his shoulder, her body fitting immaculately in his arms, knowing this was the place where she belonged. Throughout the movie they stayed like that, both of them-without acknowledging or knowing-taking advantage of the dark and seclusion.

 

Movie ended, credits rolled and lights came back. Jolted out of the reverie they parted. His eyes slid down her body as she righted her jeans and top. She pouted unaware of his condition. *Movie kitni jaldi khatam ho gai.*They came out and he excused himself to go to the washroom. After coming back, he asked if she wanted to buy or eat something or go home. She contemplated the options thinking staying more would mean more time with him but then he had come yesterday only and was half the time busy in work, how could she eat more of his time. It would be better if they went home and he caught up with some rest.

 

Her eyes drifted to a group of girls who were whispering looking at them. She frowned then looked at Maan who was staring in the same direction. Their eyes met and no words were exchanged before they took off.

 

It’s... him. MSK. One of the girls said and they came behind him like bees behind honey.

 

Shit. He held Geet’s hand and rushed towards the exit but it too far away. Taking a sharp turn they entered furniture and home decoration section, the girls not far behind. Looking left then right, they ran and slid behind the curtains put on display before the girls saw them. She was between him and the wall. Both of them were panting, not making any movement other than the rapid rise and fall of their chests which they felt not just theirs but of each other too since they were almost glued from head to toe. That was close. He said and she looked up at him. Then they both laughed. She shushed him putting a finger on his lips opening her eyes wide to tell that they might get caught.

 

Without thinking he kissed it, the pad of her finger that lay on his lips, once, twice. Only then she noticed the compromising state they were in. Slowly she pulled her finger down with it his lower lip moved too getting pulled down. Fascinated by the sight, she recalled his kiss on her lips. She dragged her finger to his chin then neck leaving a hot trail behind. When her eyes rose to his, she saw them blazing, stormy black orbs dark, fixed at her. Without words she understood what it was all about. Titling her head, she closed her eyes, offering herself. His lips landed on hers in soft motion, while he boxed her head between his hands on the wall. His kiss swept her away in land where dreams came true. She held onto that small thread of ecstasy, closing her eyes and living the moment to the fullest. Feeling every minutest of his movement, his lips, his tongue, his body against hers, the delicious scratch of his stubble on her cheeks and chin and the little sounds his mouth made while he kissed her hungrily. His tongue twisted with hers pulling it into his mouth and she wandered his insides hesitantly then eagerly. Heat pooled in the pit of her stomach, rushing out from between her legs. She didn’t even realize when she started to respond full on and they were eating each other’s mouth.

 

They kissed for a long time, parting only for tiny breaths in middle. Eventually he pulled back resting his forehead on hers, her eyes were closed but she could feel his gaze boring into her. You shouldn’t do that? Opening her hazy hazels, she stared at him confused. I will go crazy. Mujhe darr lagta hai Geet. He said eyes conflicted, filled with words that wouldn’t reach his mouth. Tumhare lie. Kal agar… He closed his eyes and when opened them again they had changed. She practically felt the wall rising, growing up tall not just keeping her out but imprisoning him. She felt his pain in her each cell, pain that was colossal and it hit her hard. It never crossed her mind that something was stopping him, and it was so big.

 

He pulled out a hanky from his pocket then wiped her mouth stepping back, far-far away.

 

 

 

Next morning, Maan came down early but again no sign of Geet. She had again left for college, without telling him, that too two hours early. He was angry, irritated and glum. Taking out his mobile, he texted her. Where r u?

 

College!!! The reply came.

 

So early?

 

Yes. Some guests r coming so we had to reach early to do preps.

 

Why u didn’t tell me ‘bout it?

 

About wat?

 

Why u didn’t inform me before leaving?

 

Her reply came after sometime. U never tell me where n when u r going or coming. I thot that went both ways.

 

Maan read that twice and was speechless. Her each word was true. What right he had? If he could he would tell every second of his life to her but his miserable life had nothing for her n the lesser she knew the better.

When he didn’t reply anything she again texted. Maan? Mera wo matlab nai tha. It was weird telling u every time about my whereabouts n bother u. I got the idea that u r not interested in all this. From now on I’ll tell u if you want.

 

He smiled sadly reading the text and replied. No, its fine. U carry on. TC. He hated himself for behaving like this and interfering in her life. He couldn’t do this.

 

 

She kept the phone inside her bag. Sometimes he confused her so much. He wanted to do everything for her, give her all, take her worries, solve all her problems but he wasn’t going to tell even a bit about himself, wouldn’t share even an ounce of himself with her. And she caused him pain. Last two days she had seen a new side of him. He could be laid back and naughty, have fun like normal people, could laugh and smile and he could live life normally, happily.

 

But how did his time ended with her? With pain, him taking two steps back for taking one ahead. No. She wanted him to be happy. In years that she had spent Geet had learned to adjust, give him space and somewhere she had come to not expect what she couldn’t have. Maybe she was just not right person for him. A village girl, raped once, abused by family… who wasn’t properly educated until he stepped into the picture. He married her to SAVE her, gave her a life that girls of her age lived, provided her with everything. And that was enough, she told herself. You loved your idol, fantasized your hero but that didn’t mean they were yours.

 

And she wouldn’t give him pain or dilemma or guilt if that came out as a result of their togetherness. It was also good for her if she accepted the truth that perhaps they weren’t meant to be. She wouldn’t get hurt if she started preparing her heart for what was about to come.

 

 

 

Couple of days passed and a silent, mutual agreement between maaneet was going on to maintain distance. It was Friday night when Geet came to Maan.

 

*Maan mai Noida jaa rai hu 2 din ke lie. Parso waha ek business seminar hai and I had volunteered to help in its organization since we are also attending the seminar.*

 

We?

 

*I, Armaan and two other interns. Akshay veerji said it would be a good exposure for us. I guess you are also going?*

 

Yes. No, despite being invited he wasn’t going but now he had to. Have you booked some place for stay?

 

*No, not yet. We’ll go and take rooms in some hotel.*

 

I will book for you.

 

*There is no-*

 

Geet, I was just going to book for myself I’ll do for you too. You can’t stay alone. He laid taking out his mobile to prove his point.

 

*No. I’ll have friends.*

 

Yeah, that scumbag. He thought bitterly and continued. And we can go together. I have a site there so I’ll leave tomorrow with you to see how the work is going on there.

 

Excited at the prospect of going with him she almost nodded instantly but then she recalled what the outcome was last time and felt angry on herself and on him. *Mai khud chali jaogi. Since I and my colleagues have already decided and done arrangements.*

 

Then inform them that your family has done ‘arrangements’ for you and they can go on with theirs’, just leave you out.

 

He wasn’t going to give up. He wanted to go with her. Trying not to but failing at it, she felt butterflies fluttering inside her stomach and against her previous judgment she nodded.

 

 

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