BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED, PART 28

BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED

Part 28

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. I won’t. Never again.

 

 

 

 

Maan bought the glass of water for her. Everyone has left and we are alone now. He told with a naughty smirk, everyone being Nikita and servants. Unaffected, she looked up at him with blood shot eyes, another tear gliding across her cheek dropping down on her red and gold bangles. She had been like this for more than an hour now. It was as though world had come to a halt n she couldn’t move. Maan had to forcefully push some into her mouth.

 

Love why are you still crying? He took seat beside her on the edge of their bed which was decorated erotically by none other than Nikita. Whole room looked ravishing with satin, cherry rose pink drapes hanging over the bed and windows contrasting beguilingly with the crimson walls. Dim lights casted shadows artistically and expensive candles were littered on shelves and tables spreading a scent so mild and delighting, it was almost intoxicating. Roses of all shades of red rested in vases, their petals scattered around the base. Aren’t you happy?

 

She shook her head staring down at some mysterious spot on her designer lehenga. How could she possibly explain this feeling? Her whole body was tingly, numb with happiness she hadn’t felt in a long-long time. Her heart felt like it would burst open any moment. Just recently she had realized her love for him and now she was married. Married… it felt like a joke only it wasn’t. This was reality. Reality was first time so beautiful.

 

I… I am… overwhelmed…Maan. Her stammering reminded him of the old times that she didn’t know about.

 

Baby, you first drink this. He brought the glass to her lips and she drank from it. Then he wiped her tears cupping her cheeks. Did I mention how absolutely breathtaking you are looking as my bride? I have no idea how I got so lucky.

 

If anyone’s is lucky that’s me. Glancing at him, she told honestly, innocently. I had given up all hope about using that ‘lucky’ word for myself in this lifetime. Unable to stop she hugged him, her heavy attire making hundreds of weird noises. His arms wrapped around her in no time as he pulled her into his lap. It all felt so natural, like they were meant to be like this.

 

Now tell me what’s wrong? He whispered kissing tenderly a spot behind her ear.

 

Nothing is wrong. I am just… afraid. This couldn’t be permanent. Doesn’t it feel like a dream? Dreams break. Good things always come to an end. What she needed was assurance even if it was only a lie.

 

She was behaving so unusual, since finding her this was very first time he was seeing the glimpse of Geet he had first fallen in love with. Her eyes unsure; face a mirror of her heart and she was afraid, people got afraid when they feared losing something-someone-they cared for. And she definitely cared for him. Despite the lies she threw around.

 

Who said truth was bitter? Those lies were unbearable and this truth was a soothing balm.

 

You believe me Geet, right?

 

I believe you but I don’t-

 

No. If you believe me there shouldn’t be buts and doubts. Tell me you believe me, say it out loud.

 

Nodding, she spoke firmly. I believe you Maan. I really do.

 

You are a very good girl. He smiled pecking her forehead. Forget everything that has been a part of your life till now. As a husband you are my responsibility, I’ll take care of you sweetheart and everything will be alright. I love you, remember?

 

He loved her. He loved her. He loved her.

 

No protest, no denying, no fighting. She just grinned full of life, unlike other times it reached her eyes and that smile blossomed inside him making him ecstatic.

 

I am probably crushing you. This lehenga is twice my weight.She stood up unable to go far as he pulled her back down.

 

But I love it. He said kissing her neck seductively.

 

She pulled back and looked into his eyes deeply. Her kiss on his lips was brief but conveyed everything. Cheeks rosy with blush she spoke softly.Then let’s get it off me and you can keep it.

 

He chuckled. I like that idea. Making her sit on the bed, he stood in front of her and she inwardly applauded his patience as he slowly, lovingly removed the clips and jewels. His hands burned her skin wherever they touched and it was sweet agony, one she wasn’t sure should end or not. Throwing the dubbatta somewhere-so much for loving the attire-he worked on the knots of her top. Once the top was off to leave her breasts clad in just a lacy bra, he tipped her face up and pecked her lips. You would have to stand up princess for me to remove that thing.She giggled standing up. In a smooth tug the skirt was down, pooling around her feet.

 

Where are you going? She asked holding his hand.

 

Just a sec. He came back with a first aid box and skimpy lingerie.

 

What is all this? She asked amused.

 

This is for you. He held up the first aid box and then raising the lingerie said with a smirk. This is for me.

 

Holding her hand he applied the ointment on the back of her elbow. I hurt you.

 

Not like I just stood there helpless. I think I hit you more. She pecked above his collar bone where a dull blue bruise lay. And you were already injured.

 

He scoffed. You hit me more? In your dreams, baby. He made her lie on the bed proceeding to remove the panties and open her legs.

 

What-

Shhh… I was pretty rough with you. He said setting his eyes on her privates making her flush. It was nothing he had never seen before, still now, that his intense orbs touched her it felt different, almost pristine and yet so arousing.

 

Everything you give is precious. She whispered breathlessly. You didn’t hurt me, not at all.

 

His fingers covered in soothing ointment slowly circled over the outside and inside of her lower lips. She moaned softly and he was having hard time not delving deep into her. She was embarrassed so feel herself getting wet. Ending the torture for both of them he made her wear the lingerie and took off his clothes, finally lying down beside her.

 

And we sleep? She asked confused like hell.

 

Yes, we sleep. I know you are worn out.

 

But this is our wedding night.

 

Every night will be our wedding night from now on.

 

Promise? She asked half blushing-half giggling.

 

Promise. He pulled her into him and she snuggled closer, kissing his chest, not wanting this night to ever end and at the same time wishing the next morning to come soon so they could start their new life, just the two of them and their love.

 

 

 

His eyes opened and the first thing his mind focused on was his beautiful wifey. Wife!! Wow, the word felt good in his mind. He said it aloud. Geet Singh Khurana, MSK’s Wife. Better on tongue, he grinned foolishly looking at her.

 

Grudgingly leaving the heaven of her arms, he went to get ready. When he came out she was lying flat on her back, quilt twisted around her legs and covering very little… leaving everything provocatively open. The lingerie she donned was really sexy, midnight blue against her milky white skin and it barely covered her breasts. He climbed over the bed, removing the hairs from her neck for his lips.

 

Her eyes opened feeling his wet, hot kisses along her neck and jaw.Morning. She moaned a big smile spreading on her face.

 

He wished her in his style covering her mouth with his. She responded hungrily, snaking her hands around his neck n pulling him down. His body, half pressed against her, made her sigh. But he was dressed she realized. Still in sleep and irritated to the core for not having him naked she tried to get rid of his clothes impatiently. Calm down tigress. He pulled back, panting. I have to go to office, am already late.

 

You’re going to leave your wife on first day of our married life?

 

‘Your wife’ from her mouth, and he was dead. She made a puppy face, her wild hairs sprawled around her head and eyes big, that pout on her just-kissed sexy lips made his cock hard and not to forget those plump breasts pushing and poking into him. He had to get away fast or they won’t be able to get out before next couple of hours.

 

It made his heart break. Geet was one of those who never made demands or asked for something out rightly, he couldn’t believe she actually was asking him to stay when he had left her without notice-sometimes for days-before and she never said a word in complaint.

 

I have to get some things done love. There is a surprise I have planned for you.

 

I don’t need anything. She whined blinking her eyes.

 

Don’t do that or I won’t be able to go and what I have planned will be ruined.

 

Fine. Go. He sat up and she pulled the quilt over her head. Now don’t hide the view from me. He laughed pulling the quilt down and giving her another breathtaking kiss. I will be back fast. Love you.

 

 

 

She contemplated what to do. It had been 3 hours, 47 minutes and 23 seconds since he left. His fast hadn’t yet come.

 

Geet knew she shouldn’t be this impatient, she was behaving like a clingy wife-but her nerves were supernaturally charged. This was her first day as a married woman and she hadn’t even made breakfast for him and rather whined like a child keeping him from going to work. Well, he didn’t stop-which was so like Maan-but she should have gotten up before him, prepared breakfast, selected his clothes and maybe joined in for the shower.

 

Such negligence was intolerable. She chided herself mentally. He was her husband and she had duties to fulfill. He would be depending on her for all his needs- material, emotional and physical and she knew he deserved the very best. She blushed and nearly danced to her room to change. When was the last time she was this happy? Just last night. She giggled like a teenager, feeling alive. A man had resurrected her, treated her wounds in a way that even the scars had disappeared.

 

Before going out her eyes fell on the phone. She had hurt another person. Guilt pierced her and she pushed it away feeling bad but promising that she would ask for forgiveness, just not now.

 

 

Outside it was humid and hot; Maan removed his tie groaning in the chilled air of AC. His heart fluttered at the thought of Geet waiting for him to arrive. His little, wild Geet… his life, now his wife. Unable to take another moment of distance he raced up the stairs to meet her, hardly feeling the floor under his feet because he was actually flying.

 

He peeked into the bathroom because Geet wasn’t in the bedroom. And when he checked she wasn’t anywhere in the entire farm house. His heart didn’t wait to start pounding frantically. He called Nikki to see if Geet was with her but she wasn’t. She wasn’t anywhere that he knew of. Not at his house, not at Nikki’s place, she didn’t even have a mobile on her.

 

I can’t believe that she is again gone. Nikita said looking at her dismal brother whose hairs were disheveled from running hands through them umpteen times.

 

She couldn’t leave… now that… He couldn’t believe. She was so happy when he had left her. But she had left you before too, Maan when there was no reason for it. Hadn’t she? I married her. His voice came out pained and angry.

 

But that wasn’t enough, was it? She ran away Maan. You know how hard it was to find her last time. We had to hire private agency without letting a word get out.

 

I know, okay. Maan screamed. He was shaking so hard Nikita feared he would blast or collapse. She had seen him like this before and it had pained her then as much as it did now. 

I told you to tell her the truth. Maybe if she knows-

 

She would hate me or freak out and go somewhere I would never be able to reach her. She would think it was my fault. I don’t want to give her another reason to flee.

 

Like she already hasn’t many. Nikita threw her hands up. This is ridiculous. You have to tell her or I’ll, if we ever found her that is, now that she has taken off again.

 

I’ll find her. And you won’t tell her anything. She can’t know.

 

What I can’t know? Geet asked packets falling from her hands, clothes-colorful sarees n suits-spilled out of them. Both Maan and Nikita stilled looking at her as though they had never seen her before.

 

You had gone to shop? Maan spoke, coming out of momentary shock, trying to contain his wayward feelings but failing to hide the relief and terror just the same.

 

Yes. I… went to get something that wives wear. She stared down at the sarees, tears filled her eyes. She had never cried so easily before. But- I should have known. Honestly, I knew always. It was too good to be true. You are hiding something from me. Was this marriage a joke, a game perhaps? She laughed wiping the tears with hands that were suddenly heavy and weak. You had a motive, how… how could you love me?

 

No, love. You are misunderstanding…

 

Please. She raised her hand stopping him from reaching for her. She wasn’t complaining, but was just hurt. Her heart had woven too many dreams in such a small time that it was agonizing now to see them crumble. A sob escaped her lips and before she broke down completely, she ran towards the bedroom.

 

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A/N:

The good weather has rubbed on to me. I think this part came out better than I’d expected just because it’s so dreamy outside with rain pouring. I hadn’t planned to update but I completed this part today and it’s here. I know I update really late. But I promise once am done with Bezuba I’ll concentrate on BF and finish it.

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