BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED, PART 31

BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED

PART 31

When Geet woke up from lazy sleep that evening with a yawn her eyes adjusted to the handsome work of god lying beside her, who also happened to be her husband. Holy lord, he looked gorgeous, his angular jaw relaxed, long lashes feathering his cheeks and those perfect-most-kissable lips parted. He lay on his stomach, his face turned towards her. The sheets partially covering his naked glory, Geet relished the weight of his muscular arm on her equally naked chest.

Not ready to let go even in sleep. Geet thought shifting to skim her fingers over the curve of his spine down to the crack of his butt. She rose on her elbows making his arm slide down and kissed him on the shoulder. He smelled and tasted delicious, her mouth watered. It was unbelievable. She had dragged him back to their abode and he had made love to her passionately on the couch then in the bedroom.

Still, here she was craving him again as if she’d never had him. Pushing the astonishment aside Geet decided to make the most of her sleeping hubby. Removing his arm from over her she turned so she could kiss him comfortably. His skin was smooth, stretched over taut muscles. No matter how busy, he took out time to work out every morning and that paid up well. She let her hands caress his entire back, feeling his strength and masculinity.

Hungry I see. Maan said his voice naughty and husky.

Almost with no efforts he turned and flipped, bringing her down below him and kissing her soundly. She pushed at his chest but he shackled her hands kissing her again, and again, and again.

Maan…

What?

I was enjoying so much while you slept but no, you had to wake up. He rolled bringing her up above him then spread his arms wide on either side.

All yours, Ma’am.

She grinned then lowered her head to swipe a wet tongue upon his flat nipple while maintaining eye contact. He moaned his body stiffening. Her teeth bit into the skin and his hands nearly came up. No, baby. All mine, remember? Maan smirked telling her from his expressions that there would be consequences. Too bad she wasn’t scared. Licking and kissing around his pectorals, she made sure to make ample noise. Her cheeks were flushed and hairs splayed tickling him. Maan was having a hard time just lying there while she like a minx tortured his body and mind. The sight of her globes hanging over and pressing into him at various place made his breath come out in short pants. He stayed put, though, wanting to see how far he could endure.

Geet kissed lower nuzzling his bellybutton and grazing the inside of his thighs with her nails. A moan from his mouth gave her more confidence. Her lips now wandered dangerous territory and Maan rose on elbows, eyes darkening. She smiled. I want to pleasure you, m’love. You trust me right?

He smiled as best as he could in the condition he was in and laid back. She continued going lower and worked him with her mouth. His moans filled the room and heat pooled in her stomach. Damn, the pleasure of showering pleasure on your love. His hips buckled and she licked and sucked him like a lollipop, oh so carefully to not hurt his most sensitive gem he had entrusted her with.

Hell, Geet I want to come in you.

You are already in me. She said freeing him only for a second.

Damn lady, not your mouth but down in your core. Because I want to kiss you while releasing.

With a big, slurpy kiss on the head of his member, she slid over him. It elicited another groan from him before he took possession of her breasts into his hands and lips into his mouth. They turned again and Geet welcomed his bigger form on her. He poised at her entrance and pushed in. Her eyes rolled back while she arched for him to go in deeper. Already, on brink of orgasm Maan pumped into her trying to hold back until he felt her reaching the same peak as him. He pinched and suckled her nipples, an expert in the art of arousing, knowing all her special spots.

Geet gave him a questioning glance. In turn he blessed her with a killer lopsided grin. What’s the fun in jumping alone? Come with me. That was her undoing. She flooded, her walls contracting and he accompanied a second later. Yeah, baby. Like that. Keep going.

Her nails dug into his biceps. Maan… more.

He kept his pace fast and the orgasm seemed to last forever. Finally, they both were spent. He pulled himself out and rolled over on his back. For a while they just looked at the ceiling breathing heavy.

That was amazing.

Really? Geet asked turning her head.

Absolutely. Nothing feels better than you. Come here.

She scooted closer laying her head on his chest, her lips stretched into a mindless smile, while he wrapped his arms around her body.

I love the after-sex-cuddling with you. And I love when you talk all nonsense after sex.

Maan chuckled. What else do you love?

When it comes to you my list is never ending.

An hour and dinner later they sat on the terrace, over cozy setting of mattresses, duvets and pillows and under clear starry sky, playing scramble.

It’s good to do nothing and kill time with most idiotic things.

Well, I considered myself more than “idiotic things”.

Geet threw an alphabet at his chest. I was talking about the game of scramble, smarty pants.

Oh. Maan over did the relief with a hand on his chest. Glad to know.

Geet giggled, loving the casual air that surrounded them. The assurance that filled her heart at knowing that she was the woman of his life and there wasn’t ever an ulterior motive to any of his actions other than what he made clear. No matter how hard she wanted to completely surrender herself, she had always failed, that tad-bit of fear and doubt always blinking at the back of her mind. But now it felt like she understood him better. Geet didn’t know whether it was the marriage or the truth recently brought out or perhaps both which pulled them closer.

There you lose again. Maan said setting the last letter on the board. A victorious grin expanding on his face, he mocked. I expected better from you.

I don’t know how to play this stupid game anyway.

Next time we are gonna bet on clothes, an article for each lose.

Blushing, Geet shook her head. You have seen me naked way too many times as it is. I don’t want to play this game anymore.

They wrapped up the scramble and lay on the make-shift bed. Geet had never seen Maan so relaxed and happy. It made her feel the same. So much in the pool of ecstasy, she started to hum. She wasn’t a singer but the sound was sweet in Maan’s ear. Geet rarely did something so… normal. The tune wasn’t one that he recognized.

Which song’s this?

My sister’s. She actually wrote and composed this song. She was talented when it came to music and things like that. I was the scholar and she was the artist. Geet went silent looking at one dim star, twinkling scarcely, trying to make its presence known amongst the brighter ones.

This was the only time Geet had exposed something about her family surprising him. Tell me more.

She was bubbly and always famous while I was just the opposite, still we fitted perfectly together. Sometimes I envied her, she was confident unlike me and did things that I could never even if I wanted to. I guess I never tried hard enough to come out of my shell taking life too seriously and in the process forgetting to live. By the time I realized how precious life was; it was too late. My sister, she gave up her perfect one to save mine. She gulped not wanting to go there. How was your life before you became this big business tycoon?

Maan didn’t want to talk about himself, he wanted to know more about her. However, he didn’t probe further for the fear of ruining the perfection of this moment. With a shrug he said. Nothing more than what you already know. My mother died when I was young, then Dad remarried. They had Dev. Niki, Dev and I, we grew up together in same house before drifting apart a little. I got immersed in work too much to give mind to relations of any kind. It’s my fault that Dev turned out to be a brat. I should have taken care of him better; I mean I am the big brother. And after Dad’s death there was just so much pressure on me regarding business. Maan sighed. Maa couldn’t control him, not alone.

Geet cringed at the Dev-il’s name. Maan was supremely underestimating his little brother; he was more than just a brat. But Geet wasn’t going to say that. She was going to stay mum. Already she was all flawed, Dev was just one more black feather on her cap that she wouldn’t reveal to Maan and hurt him. But she promised to never be the Dev-il’s minion again. She would rather die.

Family problems. Geet nodded stiffly. I had never had them thankfully. My mother and father loved each other and us immensely. And they stayed together till end. Only I was thrown away from them. Geet didn’t say that out loud.

My Dad wasn’t someone you would exactly call romantic. He was kind of… robotic so the atmosphere of our house used to be weird. At one point of time I was afraid I will or already had become like him.

You are nothing like him from what you have told me about your father. You are passionate, loving and tender. And you surely feel Maan. I don’t think there is a person who can love as deeply as you.

A soft smile graced his face and he brushed few curvy locks behind her ear. You bring out that side in me. I love you so much. Once we go back I will announce to the whole world that you are my wife.

No. Geet protested immediately. You can’t. They will break us apart.

Maan frowned. Who will?

Pain filled her eyes. Everyone. I don’t want them taking you away from me.

Love, nobody is going to be able to do that. Making our marital status public will keep people and media at bay. They would leave us alone because there would be nothing spicy to know anymore. Don’t you tru-

She cut him off. You don’t know what might happen. You won’t tell anyone. Please. She pleaded. Not even your family. Your Dadimaa doesn’t like me. Can’t we stay like this, happy in ourselves, why bother with others?

She looked at him with eyes that he couldn’t deny. We would have to tell sometime.

Then let’s just wait for that sometime. She cuddled into him n closed her eyes. She knew that she was taking advantage of his goodness and love but the paranoia wouldn’t leave her. There were many people who wouldn’t accept their union and the last thing she wanted was to be torn apart from Maan. No. The thought alone made her shudder.

Maan pulled the duvet tighter around him and his sleeping beauty. The atmosphere wasn’t chilly but still cool. Her fear troubled him. She still didn’t believe this was permanent n they would be together no matter what happened. He had married her, what else he’d to do to prove his commitment. But this wasn’t really about him. Her fear bleeds from inside her. It grew with her feelings for him and maybe both weren’t inseparable.

She feared not because she doubted him. She feared because she doubted her luck.

God, what all must have happened with her?

Maan looked down at the petite girl in his arms. Her chest rose and fell in with each breath. While asleep she was a picture of innocence, when awakened, the ashes of what she once was remained. But love could cure all wounds and mend any damage. Maan had too much of it for his girl.

He kissed her forehead. I will protect you till my last breath. You won’t have to go there again.

Next day they did nothing apart from eating and making love in their bed. It was final, Maan had a big appetite and so did Geet. At night they went out to the pebbled beach where a party was going on. Geet truly loved beaches and Maan loved how beautiful she looked in the sheer flowery gown that casually hugged her curves and made her look like an angel while she gazed ahead at the never ending ocean and sky.

People were dancing and she pulled him with her for one. Whereas everyone else was doing mindless jerking to the upbeat music, Maan did waltz with her making them look like complete idiots. But that didn’t matter, he was making her giggle and that was all he cared about.

Always a gentlemen.

He bit her earlobe. Always. Care to join me for a drink?

Of course hubby darlin’.

He left to get her a drink and she proceeded to eat something at the snacks table. A group of guys were ogling her. She smirked; it appeared she hadn’t lost her charm after all. With a sexy smile, she waved at them raising her left hand, flaunting the big ring. Ouch!

When Maan didn’t come back for a while she turned to see where he was. She found him between two young girls, barely eighteen and lookalikes of Kristin Stewart in high heels. Somehow every girl there was just the same. Super hot. Perhaps, she should get him a ring too. He smiled and talked to the girls politely from what she made out from his gestures. Getting rid of them he reached her.

Getting pretty popular, I see.

Jealous?

Hell yes. You are only mine.

Your claim turns me on. He whispered brushing his lips against her temple.

She smiled, lowering her lashes. It made his cock twitch.

By the time they reached back to their place, Geet was heavily drunk which meant something because she didn’t get drunk easily.

You made me drink too much. She pouted as the door closed to their bedroom. Maan removed his shirt. This whole room is spinning. She turned round and round.

Maan made her stand still and started to remove her gown, sliding the straps down her arms.

Hey-hey, what are you doing?

Making you feel better.

She looked at him skeptically with hooded eyes and slurred. I don’t think your intentions are good, Mr. Khurana.

They are anything but good. He smiled removing her lacy bra freeing the big globes from their confines then the matching panties. The heels would stay on he decided before stripping himself. Once Maan had started with her it didn’t take long for Geet’s mind to lose the remaining sense.

Later as he thrust insanely inside her constricting core her heels dug into his hips almost drawing blood. He arched his back, his own climax coming in full force.

The image of those men nearly fucking his wife with their eyes flashed behind his closed lids. And then she had waved at them. He had wanted to do nothing more than to grab the guys’ heads and bang them against the big rocks. As Maan opened his eyes they met hers. He took deep breathes and calmed the nerves that had gone wayward.

He pulled out of her and collapsed back. In half sleep she snuggled into him and soon her breathing evened. Listening to her soft breaths, Maan too fell asleep.

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PRECAP- Back to India

A/N:

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