BEZUBA, PART 28

~BEZUBA~

Update after an eon. I went practically invisible all of a sudden and you are bound to be mad at me. But I was down due to some reasons. One thing or the other kept coming up n when in between I sat to type, I couldn’t. Sorry for being this late. Although, I can’t make up for the delay but a big update for you all nonetheless. Enjoy!

~PART 28~

 

The servant kept their luggage in car while Geet waited for her hubby dear. Maan came talking on the phone. They settled inside, Geet wishing that the phone call would soon end.

Engine roared and the car zoomed out of the mansion gates. Geet looked back. Something felt weird, a nagging somewhere told that things wouldn’t be same when they got back. There was no way she could tell if it was a good feeling or bad yet the prominence of it overwhelmed her. Maybe she was missing dadimaa from now only. If in her hands she would have taken dadimaa along n she had even asked her but dadimaa had denied.

She looked at Maan who had the lappy open and was on a conference call now. *Babaji, inhe kaam ke alawa kuch sujhta kyu nai?*

Making a puppy face Geet took time to observe his profile. She was almost surprised at how much he had matured since the time she had first seen him. He was 29 but appeared 35. The serious, settled maturity on his face, always tightened brows, and smiles that rarely reached his eyes. One would think he carried the weight of whole world on his shoulders. But she had seen better. In last few days she had seen him smile, enjoy… live. She was the reason of that.

Was she the reason of his misery too?

There was a missing piece of puzzle. She needed to find it n put in place. It could be her lacking only. Perhaps she just sucked at being wife. But he never told what he wanted. He didn’t say he wanted to kiss her and yet she understood the heat that swirled in his eyes. He had wanted her like a man wanted a woman. There were things that husbands and wives shared, more than emotional or material bond; a connection that Maan and Geet hadn’t shared. She shook her head, feeling idiotic. Her wayward thoughts were all over the place.

*Aap kya kar rahe hai?* She signed when his call ended n he started typing rapidly on the keyboard.

Sorry didn’t get you. Maan said glancing up from his laptop.

Shifting close she signed the same again.

Ah, mai kaam kar raha hu. He answered bit shaken from her closeness.

She smiled sweety, shifted closer cornering him. *Accha phir mai bhi dekhti hu aap kya kar rahe ho.*

His muscles tensed from her body’s contact. Just a simple touch n he was smoldering. Eyes fixed on screen he tried to concentrate so hard, his head started to ache. His fingers were frozen on the keyboard. He inhaled sharply as her palm slid down his arms, coming to rest over his fingers where she caressed his skin softly. Flashes of their first and second kiss pushed before his eyes. When her lips landed on his cheek; gentle and arousing, he turned his face. Her petals dragged to brush against his awaiting lips. Electrified he jerked back n closed the laptop. Couldn’t even reply to mails when she was with him, coming with her was more than a mistake.

Geet pouted, he was just about to kiss her and she had so much desired it. Her pout morphed into a blush when he moved his gaze on her.

Maan tightly- My work is done. You can go back to your side.

*No, this spot is more comfortable.*

His glare was forced but did the job. Unwillingly she scooted back to her side making a cutie complaining face that stirred him from inside no less than her blush.

Travelling with him was so boring, Geet mulled after sometime. His head was resting back and he hadn’t moved since like ages. She shook him, hard.

Ab kya hai Geet?

*Driver se kahiye na radio on kare. Mai bore ho rai hu.*

You can hear music through ear plugs too.

*Mai jo kehti hu usse apko problem hoti hai.* She signed getting adorably pissed. Maan loved her anger, it was rather cute… puffed cheeks n red nose, her chocolaty eyes fiery. It made him want to do things- Clearing his throat and mind, Maan asked the driver to switch on the radio.

RJ’s chirrupy voice filled her car. Next song hai unn love birds ke lie who have taken the fall, par zara kehne se darte hai. Well, aise logo ko mera ek hi suggestion hai akhir jab pyaar kar hi lia toh darna kya. Enjoy the song. Song played; its melody sweet and charming.

 PLAY ME

Zehnaseeb, Zehanaseeb
Tujhe chaahun betahasha zehnaseeb

His eyes came to Geet and she grinned, moving her hands. *Yeh mera fav song hai.*

Maan- I have never heard it.

Mere kareeb, mere habeeb
Tujhe chaahun betahasha zehnaseeb

Her jaw dropped forming an O. Ignoring him, she got wrapped up in her song and started to lip sing the lyrics and imitating them through her hands in her own language.

Tere sang beete har lamhe pe humko naaz hai
Tere sang jo na beete uspe aitraaz hai
Iss kadar hum dono ka milna ek raaz hai

Maan was spellbound. No less than a ballet dancer, her hands flew gracefully making patterns in air. She was enthralling and he was thankful that he had learned ISL just around the time Dadimaa and Geet did but at his office. Geet thought with time he caught up with her sign language and still signed slowly for him when in reality he knew ISL just as well as she did.

Huaa ameer dil ghareeb
Tujhe chaahun betahasha zehnaseeb
Zehnaseeb, Zehnaseeb
Tujhe chaahun betahasha zehnaseeb

Geet found him staring at her, turning red she stopped. No don’t stop.That came as a surprise but she smiled nonetheless. If he liked she was ready to do it till her last breath. Turning towards him she started to imitate the lyrics again now her signs directed to him.

Lena-dena nahi duniya se mera
Bas tujh se kaam hai
Teri ankhiyon ke sheher me
Yaara sab intezaam hai
Khushiyon ka ek tukda mile
Ya mile gham ki khurchane
Yaara tere mere kharche me
Dono ka hi ek daam hai

She meant each word and put her everything in not hiding it. The song was apt holding her feelings for him. She wished she could cup his cheeks and kiss away each of his inhibitions, his fears, the pain she gave him or whatever it was. With the expression he was looking at her, she could read him openly. He needed her.

No power in the world could stop her then. Again without any hesitation she decreased the distance between them and found her place in his arms. He couldn’t control n held her too close, too tight as if something was going to snatch her. She felt secure, treasured… precious.

Hona likha tha yunhi jo huaa
Yaa hote hote abhi anjaane mein ho gaya
Jo bhi hua, hua ajeeb
Tujhe chaahun betahasha zehnaseeb
Zehnaseeb, zehnaseeb
Tujhe chaahun betahasha zehnaseeb


Hua ameer dil ghareeb
Tujhe chaahun betahasha zehnaseeb
Zehnaseeb, Zehnaseeb
Tujhe chaahun betahasha 
Tujhe chaahun betahasha zehnaseeb

Maan didn’t know what he was doing n why he was doing. He just knew he was falling weak with each second and it had started to feel right. His heart justified every moment, the sin he was doing didn’t appeared so anymore, that was extent of his illness. Forgetting all that, he closed his eyes and kissed the top of her head becoming selfish for yet another second.

They checked into their suite in hotel that left Geet awestruck.

*We are going to stay here.*

No, we have just come to take a tour. At least he was joking and smiling, Geet thought. After getting fresh, Maan left for site visit and she was off to the venue of seminar.

She came back in the evening and Maan was not yet back.

Opening her bag she pulled out the piece of clothing that made her so uncomfortable there was no chance she was going to wear it ever. Then why had she spent half of her earning on it? Why she had purchased and packed it to bring here? Holding it over herself, she looked in the mirror. The lingerie was so short and revealing-seductive-that wearing nothing would be better rather than wearing something teasing like this. *Maan tease honge kya?* She thought the devil appearing in her head. Geet fantasized his reaction, mouth open wide as she paraded sexily in the lingerie, her lips curved in that typical tempting smile that the girls on screen gave. Maan would try to form some words but she would put her finger on his lips stopping him. Hayeee…

Geet came back to reality and made a baby face. She would probably trip on her own legs and make more of a cry face than sexy. Hell, she would not in next seven lives be able to carry something like this. *Par Geet tujhe Maan ka dil jeetna hai toh thode efforts toh karne padenge.* She heard voice in the living room and quickly stuffed the lingerie back in bag.

Her heart raced at his sight when she came out of bed room, the image of lingerie still in her mind.

Tumhe kya hua? He asked knotting his brows; she was red like a tomato and not looking at him. He prayed that there wasn’t something dangerous going on in her super active brain. After living with her for such a long time, he had come to know when she blushed and when she didn’t meet his eyes. She shook her head rapidly and he shrugged it off. He was probably being too tight and that wasn’t Geet’s fault, his own self was to blame. Even now just seeing her freshly bathed did something to his libido that was on overdrive. Dressed in regular night dress she looked amazing and his mind couldn’t help imagining her without them, silken skin under his rough hands, her delicious curves plump and smooth. His eyes blatantly roamed over her body and he actually took a step forward. Then stopped. Damn!

Speak something. His mind screamed for him to hide the slip. You had dinner?

*Not yet. Aap fresh hoiye mai dinner order karti hu.*

His heart tumbled hopelessly. She didn’t eat. Was she waiting for him? Yes, she must be like the old times. Okay. I’ll be back in 5. Maan said too enthusiastically and all but ran into the bathroom leaving Geet perplexed. When he came back dinner was there. Unknowingly, they ate less and gawked at each other more. She was drooling on him as he was just in vest and trousers while he just found his eyes stuck to her face, hair, lips and many other places on her body. It was odd because when their eyes met they would stole them thinking they were caught ignorant that the other one was doing just the same.

*Maan aap movie dekhenge?*

Geet asked after dinner when it was about time they moved to their separate rooms. A dense sadness had fallen as the end of their dinner approached and they both didn’t know how to prolong this time.

She was practically tireless, Maan thought. A trip, then arrangements for seminar the rest of the day and she still had stamina to not sleep and watch a movie. Gosh, she was awesome. But he had to deny, no matter how much his heart cursed n cried for it, he just couldn’t. She kind of anticipated his answer and her face fell like all her energy left her in that second and she got suddenly very tired. Attempting a smile that was miserable she signed.*Mai bhi pagal hu. Aap thak gaye honge, humme so jana chahiye.*

Fuck whatever reasons he had. First time he felt wrong, not for giving in but for breaking her heart and not fulfilling her small wish. He couldn’t do that, not now. Maybe later when he was strong, when they were back at home, when the night was darker n he could shun her again. Anytime. Just not now.

So what movie are we watching?

Her face lit up right before his eyes. Anything in the world wouldn’t have been able to give her such instantaneous happiness. They searched through channels and she asked him to stop on How to train your Dragon.

You have a thing for giant dinosaurs and dragons? She grinned smugly.

By the end of the movie she was curled into him, and he was aroused. Her eyes were droopy, and he was aroused. While the credits rolled her eyes snapped shut and she fell into sleep. And damn, he was aroused. All the blood had pooled down south and her hand rested on his stomach. He wished she would move it down, just a bit. Looking at her innocent face, he brushed the hairs back. Soft glow of her beautiful face revealed completely it was impossible to not compliment it. His lips on their own accord connected with her forehead and just a taste made him lose all senses. He knew he shouldn’t, it was so wrong, so wrong and yet so tempting. He kissed her cheek and finally pecked those lips which had stolen his rationality. A small smile curved on her face like she could feel him very well even in slumber. That smile was most enchanting he had ever seen on her face. It connected with him, clutched his heart warmly… the secretive, unconscious gift that was just for him.

She should have cringed and slapped him but she didn’t, because she didn’t know. Not yet.

He pulled her closer coveting for this time to not end but knowing that days were moving too fast towards an end that was inevitable. End for him, start for her.

Thousandth knock on the door was heard.

Armaan- You were never this slow? What has gotten into you?

Geet rolled her eyes as she draped the sari around. The guy was way too impatient to know that wearing a sari the right way was the toughest task. She had at last moment changed the idea of wearing a dress to the dinner party only for one reason… to please her husband. She knew how much he liked her in sari and tonight she wouldn’t leave any stone unturned.

Whole day she was busy first in arrangements then in the seminar where Maan had come for just an hour. In that one hour people seemed to surround him like hound dogs, since he was a very private person and went to rare events, his presence was a big thing.  She hated how girls were eyeing him like candy and didn’t leave a chance to go near him while she could just see him from far. That wasn’t fair, she was his wife. Why couldn’t they go hand in hand ans she be every girl’s envy? Their eyes had met once or twice when Maan wasn’t being forcefully engaged into some stupid conversation and he had smiled at her and that kind of erased all her complaints. They had to develop things on a personal level first then they could make everything public.

That in no way meant that she didn’t want to strangle Simi who was constantly trying to woo Maan and was giving him flirty looks tagging along with her dad who was an acquaintance of Maan. They were even sitting together in the first row n every time Simi leaned towards Maan something very violent stirred inside her.

Pushing all the sadistic thoughts aside, Geet quickly did her hairs and opened the door.

Armaan- Fina- Woah! He went speechless trying to form some words opening and closing his mouth like a fish.

*What? Mai thik toh lag rahi hu na?* She asked nervously.

Armaan shook his head. I- I have never seen you in… you were going to wear a dress, right? This is what you had gone to the mall for after seminar?

Geet- *Haan. Mujhe lagta hai mujhe change karna chahiye.*

Armaan held her hand before she could go back in the room to change that was at the venue where the dinner party was held. No you look awesome. More than that actually, can’t you hear my heart beat?

She hit his hand with a grin on her face feeling better. *You are just saying this because you don’t want me to back to change and take another hour.*

Armaan- Geet, you don’t know anything. Before she could comprehend that statement he pulled her towards the elevator. Now comeon or we would get late.

*You are sure that I look fine and this is not a disaster?* Geet looked down at herself as they stood outside the hall where the party was held. She didn’t want to make a fool of herself as this was first event of its kind that she was attending; on top of that Maan would be there. She didn’t want to disappoint him. Rather she wanted him to know that she could carry herself at such places and was worthy to accompany him, to be his wife. If only he gave her a chance.

Armaan- I’ll never understand you girls. You look perfect, koi tujhe kha nai jayega… ya kya pata kha hi jaye. But that’s a good thing, haina? He stuck his tongue out.

*Haan, agar wo Maan ho toh.* Geet thought grinning inside her head then turned red hitting Armaan again on the arm. They entered her hand looped around Armaan’s.

Kuch bolo toh problem na bolo toh problem. Armaan was muttering. Geet was pretty sure that Maan wouldn’t be there at the moment because it was too early and even in the seminar he had come just for an hour. But, she was so wrong. She recognized him immediately although his back was turned towards her and like he sensed her he turned around his eyes searching then fixing on her like dart on target. She understood his heated expressions only when his eyes dropped down to her hand wrapped around Armaan.

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