BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED, PART 30

BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED

Part 29

The calls came every night n she knew-wished-it was him because first call she had received the same day that he had returned the book. She scolded him on phone and he always listened mutely. Her friends used to tease her red. Those days were beautiful, the feelings fresh. It never came to her that she didn’t know his name or had seen his face until that moment when he called for the last time to say goodbye. She had cried in the bathroom when nobody was around because she didn’t know how she would remember him. She had nothing of him really apart from her silly fantasies where he acquired a face and swoop her off feet turning imagination into reality.

She closed her eyes and felt the wetness glide down her cheeks. She knew he was watching her. He hadn’t seen it but ‘his Geet’ was really dead. She was not the same anymore and he would never get her back again.

Deny me all you want, the truth will remain same. You didn’t correct me when I pronounced your full name while we were making love last time.

Her eyes snapped to his. Why you didn’t mention it before? Why you didn’t say it all until now?

He let his hand fall down. Geet watched his anger resurface mixing with the pain… and remorse.

Because I didn’t want you hating me. When I found you… He couldn’t find a decent word. Like that, it was unbelievable. I… couldn’t figure out how you ended up where you did. But soon enough I realized it was my fault. One wrong choice of leaving you, giving up on you and this happened. Hell knows what you must have gone through. If I had not listened to my father, if I had made my own choices, you wouldn’t have been in hell for years. My sweet, naïve Geet would be same. There would be no Muskan.

I was afraid that if I told, you might hold me responsible or something like that and flee. I was afraid of losing you again. I didn’t want you going away, back into that hell hole. So I took careful steps and hid the truth. It was selfish but I needed you and more than that I wanted to protect you. I couldn’t take a chance.

As though it was his fault, like he was the reason of ill fate, of her demise. Her ruination was no one’s fault; she didn’t blame anyone, not anymore. She was past that phase of hatred towards anything and everything because that hadn’t landed her at a good place. For survival in the harsh world acceptance was a necessity.

It was not you. She looked down at the soft, expensive rug. A tear fell from her eye and got lost in the fur. You were the good part of my life. A life which has been done with and my soul is lost, gone forever. I am not your Geet, not from mind or body, not from character or soul. I am not innocent or virgin. I have been used a number of times by hoards of men, I don’t even remember all names. And I was not forced into it, Maan. She gulped, afraid of meeting his eyes. You might have loved me but there is a thin line between love and hate. You should’ve crossed that line when you saw me again, you should hate me. I am dirty and despicable. I don’t deserve love. I don’t.

You deserve all love n happiness because I know she is in there, my Geet. Maan whispered wiping her tears when his own eyes were misty.

She hugged his waist tight and cried for herself, overwhelmed by the fact that he still wasn’t appalled by her. I will never be the same.

Then don’t be. Maan kneeled on the floor holding her hands. Just be mine. I love you and everything that is a part of you. I need you Geet, all of you. I don’t think I can afford losing you again, I will die-

She closed his mouth with hers.

I want you to tell me what happened but not now. I’ll wait for you do it on your own, when you trust me enough. But never forget, no matter what happens or happened, my love for you will never douse. With his arms enveloping her, she buried her face into his wide chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart that calmed and reassured her like nothing else in the whole, wide world could.

Around five the next morning, she woke up in Maan’s arms. He was draped around her from behind, spooning her, his large hand covering her small one. She looked at his face and evened the lines on his forehead.

His love went deeper then she had imagined. Geet hated herself for doubting him. It was no less than a sin to mistrust a love a so pure and selfless. Her mind still couldn’t process that he was the one, a gift from her old life. For the first time, instead of snatching away, life had given her something and she had no idea how to take care of this precious bequest.

Caressing his cheek she kissed all over his face with the lightest touch of her lips and whispered softly. I don’t wanna lose you.

She started to climb off the bed but Maan held her back. Where are you off to? He questioned in his husky morning voice.

She was surprised to see him awake. I am going to make breakfast.

Breakfast? You? He glanced at the watch. It’s five in the morning.

Why can’t I make breakfast? That’s what wives do for their husbands. I want to do it for you. Although it would take time for me to prepare something because… She cleared her throat going red. I am not that proficient in cooking. That’s why I am going right now.

Maan chuckled loving her blush. 

Oh, I can help you in making breakfast and some other things as well, like…um, love?

She mock glared at him, swatting his hand away from her thigh. A thin finger was pointed at his face. Hell, she was more seductive than scary with that cute anger. Don't be naughty. I am going to cook n you, Mr. Khurana, will complete your sleep here until I call you downstairs. Is that clear?

Maan raised a brow but nodded nonetheless. Satisfied, Geet pecked his lips n rushed downstairs pulling her wild hairs into a messy bun. So what if their first day of marriage wasn’t… ideal, thanks to her fear and stupidity. She would make this day perfect n please him. On her way to kitchen, in the drawing room, Geet caught sight of Nikita. Her small form was curled up on the couch. Shit, how could they forget about her? She was sleeping on the couch without even a blanket.

Geet shook her softly waking her up. I am so sorry Niks. We forgot that you were here and- Why didn’t you sleep in the guest room?

Nikita waved off her apology and stretched. I don’t know when I fell asleep and this couch is big enough for me. So… did you guys fucked and made up or made up and fucked? She asked rubbing her sleepy eyes.

Not your business, Niki. Maan said.

I told you to sleep. Geet whined.

I couldn’t. I would rather watch you making me breakfast. He said sweetly.

I should be going. Nikita said with a knowing smirk.

No, you can't go at this hour. I am making breakfast, you can join us.

Nikita laughed. You can make breakfast at five and I can’t go? I think I will pass your offer. She hugged Geet. I am sorry for… well, doubting you. I am just a concerned big sister. I want both of you happy.

Geet nodded, tears blurring her vision. I don’t know how to thank you Niks. You are the only friend I have. Because she had betrayed the only other one.

What did I do? Cut the tears babes and do the preparations for your honeymoon. She left with that and Maan disappeared into the kitchen. Geet wiped her eyes before following him. He smiled kissing her forehead.

Are we going somewhere?

Uh-huh. I am taking you to my favorite place for our honeymoon. That was the surprise I was talking about the other morning. I had gone to do preparations for that only. Wrap up work n arrange documents.

Oh Maan, you don’t have to take me anywhere. Your arms are my favorite place; it’s where I want to be.

You mean to say that I give up this chance of being alone with you. No. We are going. We have to reach the airport at 9. So you better make that breakfast fast because before leaving I want to be inside you. The flight would be lengthy.

Geet blushed. What do you want to eat? Maan smirked, answer apparent in his eyes. Opss, wrong question! Something really had gotten into her because she turned redder. She pushed him back playfully. Apart from me.

As soon as they stepped into the private villa, Maan picked her into his arms and swung her around. She laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck. The villa was beautiful, hidden in a high corner of the city they had taken shelter in. Traditionally built as per the country’s culture, it was different from anywhere that Geet had ever lived in or even seen. Whole villa was warm brown with low ceiling, exquisite furniture and refined décor. Almost the entire city was visible from the floor-to-roof window because they were on higher grounds. The roofs of all houses were orange while the walls were made up of stones. It felt as though she had magically landed into some ancient roman novella.

Funny how she had never before heard of this place named Croatia. Maan told that this was why he was so much fond of it. He said that it was an unspoiled jewel not known to many tourists. Right now they were in the old town of Dubrovnik, which was weirdly shaped like a cereal bowl with pebbled beaches lining the edges.

What’s your say? Do you like it? His eyes were hopeful; her approval meant everything to him.

Of course. It’s amazing. How did you come to know about this heaven?

I came here for vacations with friends in my college days. Since then I have been here a few times. Last year I purchased this Villa. It’s very peaceful here. He nuzzled her neck, placing wet kisses on her skin. They slept the remaining night away and woke up in the morning to a solitary togetherness.

What are we gonna today? Geet asked excited while Maan cooked. After the breakfast the previous day, they both had agreed to the fact that Maan was a better cook and hence Geet had settled for helping him. I’ll show you around, we can visit the beaches, the local museum. What do you say?

I say that your idea is very noble. Geet grinned. Whole day with Maan, no nagging media and bitchy business partners. Yay! They laid their breakfast on the porch enjoying the fresh morning breeze that carried the smell of sea. Half way through their breakfast and talking, Maan noticed that Geet was too far. He beckoned her to his lap and she obeyed, a little shyly but merrily. They fed each other, kissing and touching. When things started to get heated up more, he pulled back.

What’s the matter? Geet asked running her hands through his hairs.

I have something for you. Feeling around his pocket, he asked for her hand. When she forwarded it, he placed something small and round onto her palm. It was a ring without any fancy box, open to her eyes. The big solitaire set in between tiny diamond and platinum glittered in the sunlight. Breath caught in throat she picked the ring between two fingers so carefully as though it might break with the slightest of pressure. On closer inspection she found something written on the inside of the ring.

Mon amour, dans cette vie et au-dela. He read it out for her.

What does that mean? Her voice was merely a whisper.

My love, in this life and beyond.

Geet blinked back the tears and kissed him with all her might. Maan held her face lovingly. Maan, don’t do so much for me. It feels I am just taking and taking, without giving you anything in return.

His eyes bore deep into hers. What we have isn’t a trade, love. And contradictory to what you believe, you give me a lot. Just by being alive you have given a meaning to my life for I had acquaintances but no true friends. I had a mother and sister but no family. I had business, money and fame but no real happiness. I had girls for physical pleasure but no satiation. But since you have reentered my life, it’s complete. You are my friend, my wife, my family, my lover. Words could hardly describe what you give me.

She touched his cheek with the tip of her fingers because she wanted to make sure this was true, he was true. You are right. Words could hardly describe. In that moment, Maan saw it in her eyes. The emotion was clear and he prayed that she would voice it out loud. But she didn’t telling him that the wait was not yet over. Oh, how he craved to hear it from her mouth.

Dressed up in a flowing, knee-length white dress, Geet strolled about the streets of Croatia with Maan who had opted to wear a casual white shirt and shorts. He even had a hat on to go with the look. She had laughed at it to which her wise husband reasoned that while they kissed the hat would serve as a cover hiding them from the prying eyes. And covering it did, rarely, but that didn’t deter them from kissing which wasn’t something unusual on the city’s boulevards.

The people of Croatia were a jolly bunch, extremely warm and welcoming. While walking strangers passed smiles, the sixty-year-old driver of the bus they had taken even asked Geet’s hand for marriage. Unfortunately, the same hand had Maan’s ring and Geet showed it to the elderly driver gladly yet apologetically. Already taken. Maan told with a wink.

They took a detour from the main streets to the higher lanes of the city. The long winding stairs and narrow labyrinths led to secluded areas where the only company was strong scent of flowers and dozing cats. Having no one around, Maan couldn’t control. He pushed her against the cream colored wall. Wanna try this place out? He asked with a broad grin and started to kiss her neck, tickling her skin with his stubble. She giggled but they morphed into moans as his torture continued. It’s so difficult to wander around when all I want to do is to make love to you in the bedroom. I want to taste you. He cupped her breasts pushing them up and burying his face into the globes, licking the milky skin spilling out of the loose dress.

With a gasp Geet looked around thankful that no one was there to witness the show. Kissing was normal but this was taking it too far. He had dipped his hand into her dress and bra n now was teasing an eager nipple. She bit her lip. Two teens passed them coughing as they went. Maan shadowed her with his frame. I am sorry. He breathed once they were alone again. Geet blushed smiling like an idiot. She wasn’t sorry. You can have me anytime, I would rather prefer it to be somewhere more private so no one would disturb us.

I know. Maan told stepping back and adjusting his shorts.

She looked down and her tongue involuntarily darted out to lick the dried lips. When her eyes came back up he was smirking. Cheeks rosy, she held his hand and started to drag him back from where they had come cutting short their excursion for the day.

PRECAP- And the honeymoon continues…

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A/N:

Hello guys, a twist is coming or rather say a surprise.... Already started with next part, will try to post in few days.

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