BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED, Part 7

BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED

Part 7

Geet, come down. Maan requested at first but when she didn’t pay heed he became furious. I said come down.

No effect.

Geeet...

Still, no effect.

He grabbed her hand; she was down the stage the next second. Her attempts to free herself failed miserably as he harshly dragged her out of the party n later into the parking lot.

What the hell. She said pulling her hand back from his grip. You know it hurts. Rubbing the sore area, she gave him an accusing glare. It’s not like I am drunk or something.

Stumbling a little she added with a sluggish smile. Just there is some problem with the co-ordination between my mind n legs, but... no problem. I can handle because I have been doing it since like ages. Handling myself.... a bit poorly but who cares.

She fell while trying to walk ahead. Geet. She showed him a hand as he tried to help her up. 

She didn’t need help. Her knees n palms were scrapped from the fall but she stood up eventually, after a few failed attempts.

Maan ran a hand through his hairs, not knowing what to do. It was not a situation that he usually found himself in n Geet’s stubbornness wasn’t helping either.

Ooopss... I ruined your sister’s dress. She exclaimed sheepishly trying to brush the dirt off the dress. She is one nice girl n I wouldn’t want to make her mad.

Its okay she won’t mind. He said holding her hand to seize her frantic endeavours at cleaning the dress.

If you insist. She stated stopping her futile cleaning spree. But seriously, who brings whore to a ball.

Maan nearly winced at word she addressed herself with. He knew that was truth in its 

purest form but hearing it out loud that too from her mouth pricked him.

I don’t deserve this dress, these shoes, this make up. Reaching up to him she whispered. I am better inside a room, alone, on a bed.

Trying to control the bubbling anger n exasperation, he again held her hand.

Where are you taking me? She asked but he didn’t answer instead just pulled her along. I would get a taxi n if not then I have two legs that are also useful for walking. Don’t worry about the dress I will return it. Of course after getting it cleaned. You won’t hear a whore’s words? She asked when he didn’t give any reaction to her blabbering.

Something broke inside perhaps the thread of his patience n he slammed her against a car. 

Will you stop calling yourself that?

What? Oh! You mean whore. But that’s what I am. She laughed while he glared at her furiously.

She stopped laughing finding his enraged face so close to her. Blinking rapidly, she had to admit that he was really handsome. His infuriated eyes, clenched jaw n firmly pressed lips, it all made him all the more irresistible. The direction in which her thoughts were flowing was forbidden, how could she feel like this? She couldn’t. It would prove the end of that little life saved in some far corner of her being.

As sanity n realisation made its way inside her mind, her hands-on their own accords-flew up to his shoulders to push him off but she didn’t have a chance against him. He pinned her small wrists to the cool surface of the car making her shiver involuntarily.

You are coming with me.

No am not. She said determined feeling the anger coursing inside. No one ordered her because no one owned her. She owned herself.

You are coming with me. He pressed himself more on her as if challenging her to defy.

He was too close, she was aware of the movement of his each muscle but could do nothing, couldn’t even fake indifference somewhere the fear lurked that he had the power to peek inside her mind.

Awfully tormented, she stared into his eyes then his lips that were mere inches apart. She wondered how it would feel if those inches diminished. Again she raised her eyes to stare into his. A part of her was scared of what she might see in those dark depths still there was no stopping.

What she found in his black orbs multiplied her terror. She saw her reflection, bright n clear. It was not Muskan. It was Geet, vulnerable, weak, naive. Averting her gaze she nodded accepting defeat.

He grabbed her hand taking her to their lemo. The driver opened the door n they both sat inside.

The silence was ugly n she felt lightheaded due to all the alcohol she consumed. She seldom lost control n kept a check on how much she drank but today... the man was serious danger. 

Talking of him, she looked up timidly n he was staring at her only. His expressions told that 

he was not very happy n so she got her vision back to where it was before, onto the floor.

His scent though didn’t leave her. The musky, intoxicating smell seemed to surround her, cage her.

10 9 8 7... She counted backward to get her mind off him but it was futile. Helpless, she found herself staring at his beautiful face again. His eyes had now grown softer, warmer as if beckoning her to stare deeper. Then there were those bow shaped perfect lips shooting arrows of desire into her.

Unable to stop, she once more imagined their lips meeting into a kiss, wild or may be soft. 

How pleasurable those strong arms would be, wrapped around her, pulling her to mould into him.

Well there was only one way to find out. Their eyes locked n she wasn’t sure if it was longing he mirrored. Just something came over n next minute she lounged at him, catching his lips with hers. Momentarily shocked he quickly got hold of what was actually happening. With sheer force he grabbed her astride thighs on him, pulling her closer.

Their lips battled for dominance, tongues soon joining in. He swallowed all her moans. The two pairs of hands moved desperately to feel anything, everything as if it was the first n last time. One of his hand squeezed her left hip exposed due to the dress now bunched around her waist.

She gasped but he held her head firm in place by clutching her hairs. The sound of horn interrupted their make out session. Maan looked out of the window.

We are home. He whispered but when turned back, her expression surprised him.

Disbelief was written all over her face n also regret mixed with shame. Tears followed shortly n she didn’t meet his gaze. Before the driver could open the door she herself did it n ran out.

Running inside the house she didn’t know which way to go except one from her last visit. 

Climbing the stairs she took right. Opening the door of the last room she crashed on the bed, sobs escaping her mouth, the last shreds of her dignity gone.

She berated herself. Yes, she sold her body but still there was this satisfaction that from inside she didn’t felt anything. Every time a man touched her, she felt disgusted n today... she kissed one, threw herself at him.

Looking up into the large mirror, she smiled hysterically. While leaving, she felt sexy, now she felt sick n looked shit with mascara n make up all smudged n hair a complete mess. Poor people wasted so much time n money to embellish her.

Her head was heavy as though there was a huge weight upon it. He must be thinking that she was after his money.

Sleep tried to seal her eyes or was it the tears because she cried after a long-long time; it could also be the doing of alcohol. Perhaps if she slept a little everything would be answered. 

With the absurd thoughts swimming in mind she didn’t realised when she travelled the distance from hazy consciousness to dreamland.

For the first time he was hesitant while entering into his own room. He waited for complete 15 minutes thinking if she ran away would she like him following her? But wait was a misery he couldn’t take more. Today she did what he was waiting for since the time he saw her than why there was regret on her face n self loathe?

He hadn’t been wrong in reading the same fire n desire, in her eyes that burned in him, when she kissed him. What was holding her back was what he wanted to know.

After finally making up his mind when he entered the room it was just the night blub that 

illuminated her under its faint glow. He settled slowly beside her sleeping form n removed the untamed locks from her face hindering his view.

Her tear streaked face killed him. Taking out his handkerchief he wiped her tears n the smudged mascara tainting her beauty. She hadn’t removed her heels so he removed them n covered her with the sheets. Removing his own clothes he slipped in beside her. While he pulled her closer, she mumbled something under her breath.

To his utter surprise he found that mumbling attractive. Everything about this girl was enchanting. He so much wanted to devour those luscious pink lips that so ardently kissed him earlier but she was asleep so he decided to wait for the morning to arrive.

He knew what he wanted n was also aware that was her wish too. They just needed to discuss what to do about it.

Precap- Keep guessing

BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED, Part 6

BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED

Part 6

Shaan smiled innocently when Geet gave him a sharp look. Let’s forget about them. Shall we have a dance? He asked forwarding his hand for her to take.

Geet threw another shot down n gave her hand to him. Rather make the best of time she got here.

They moved to the middle of the dark hall were the couples were dancing. Shaan gracefully slipped his one hand on her waist n with the other he held her small one.

I must warn you that I am not a very good ballroom dancer. Geet said placing her free hand on his shoulder.

So which one do you prefer?

The wild one. She whispered in his ear, her few inhibitions she had already dissolved in alcohol.

I think I would like that. Shaan said smiling charmingly. Should I ask them to change the music?

No I don’t think now is the right time n also the right place.

May be. But I won’t mind if you would spice up my party a bit. He winked n Geet laughed. Shaan liked the sound, it was musical.

Hmm some other time perhaps.

Maan eyes moved towards the direction where Geet n Shaan were dancing.

He was going to Geet when Deepika insisted for a dance n he couldn’t refuse; they were ‘old friends’ as everyone call them n also partners on many business projects but sometimes this girl irritated him to no end. For instance, right now, because of her Geet was in arms of another man.

His whole self burned with rage n jealously as he saw her laughing on something which Shaan said. Not only that, they were also too close for Maan’s liking n while Geet laughed Shaan pulled her even closer.

Stop it Maan. When you became such an obsessive psycho? Maan scolded himself. She is enjoying n you can’t control her, she would do as she pleases.

Deepika again saw Maan’s gaze drifting towards that girl he brought with him to the party. Why couldn’t he just ask her instead? She was way better than that girl in every sense. Don’t know why he was not interested. She many a times tried to seduce him but he made it clear that he thought of her as a friend only n nothing else.

But before, yeah he was seen with women but the thing she saw today in his eyes for that girl was new something akin to genuine affection n... concern. Deepika shifted so she was before him n no other girl. She always got the best n she had her eyes on him since long. No new bee from sky could fall just like that n take what she wanted.

He lost the view of Geet instead Deepika’s face was before him now.

What are you thinking Maan? She asked in her velvety, designed voice.

Smiling politely, he answered. Nothing, was just wondering how someone could look so breath taking.

Really? She purred, gently rubbing herself against him.

Hm. He said n inwardly groaned with annoyance, another attempt to seduce him.

Not like he was some saint n wasn’t interested in sex. He was a man n needed his release too. Especially when thousand of girls were throwing themselves at you oppressing your inner male was a little hard.

Although, it was not same with Deepika. She was powerful n cunning while he knew her motive. She was surely appealing but he never indulged in any sexual act with her because it was better with no strings attached between them.

She was just an associate for him only due to her top position in the field. The title of friend was just to console n keep her in boundary.

Sorry I didn’t catch your name. Geet asked cheerfully, it was very easy to like Shaan n stay comfortable with him.

What is the motive of this entire masquerade ball if I told you my name? He said with a smirk. You know secrecy is fun.

Umm. How should I address you then? Mr. Sweet talks?

I think that’s a perfect name for your devotee. He bowed his head n she grinned. With Shaan being the best company she could ask for at such an unusual place, her mind with her eyes still every now n then wandered to Maan who was dancing with Deepika a few bodies away.

The worst part was the more she looked the more perfect they seemed. Just like the 'made for each other' leads from some Karan Johar movie or Mills n Boon novel. Grr... Just an hour or so n she hated Deepika. Why was she so perfect n why in the bloody hell it was bothering her?

She had an old hand with some true bitches n their sons too while had also dealt with certainly shoddier circumstances than this. She was skilled to not get affected than why now?

Geet.

Uh... yes.

I know girls get lost in me but control darling.

Oh! I am so very sorry. She mocked jokingly pushing Maan to the back of her mind well aware that he was going to return shortly.

Have to attend this call. He raised the phone in his hand apologetically. I will be back in a second.

Okay. She nodded n Shaan placing a kiss on his first two fingers stroked her cheek n left.

Now it was getting too much. Maan decided to go to Geet since she was alone now but Deepika held his hand.

Maan that Mohali project, I have to ask you something about that. She asked pulling Maan towards the couch. Shikha, bring two drinks for us.

Yes Ma’am. Shikha, her secretary rushed towards the bar.

Geet when turned Maan was no more there. Taking a look all around she found him sitting with a girl probably Deepika. It was dark but strangely she was having no problem in recognizing Maan even at a distance but it would be better if he were closer so his deep black eyes only reflected her image.

Dejected she picked up a beer glass from the tray being toured all around the hall by a waiter in black n white attire.

Wait, I think I would need one more. She drank the beer n placed the empty glass back, took a full one in hand n gulped all the content down in a single go.

Sure Ma’am. By the time he pronounced the two words she was done with her glass.

Would you mind keeping me company? She asked making baby face.

Sorry Ma’am my job is to serve the drinks n I am afraid of getting fired if I didn’t do so. The waiter answered with no expressions on his face. He was in his late forties n looked pretty professional.

See even a waiter didn’t want to stay around you. She thought n smiled. Technically waiters held a higher position than pros in societal hierarchy. In fact she doubted if the prostitutes were even included in it, so yeah he could refuse her.

Okey dokey sir. She threw him a salute. Just can I take one more? Please.

Sure you can. She drank another glass n decided to hit the dance floor once more but this time alone.

Oh. My. God. Deepika’s eyes grew wide. Maan you brought her. Right? Maan raised his head to see what she was talking about n gave an identical reaction. What is she doing?

Geet hoisted herself up on the stage where the poll dancers were performing. Hey sis I hope no prob if I share this stage with you for some time. She asked n the other four dancers agreeing backed away to create space for their new companion.

The soft spot light circled around her n she started moving her hips to the luscious, slow tune of saxophone with an alluring, sly smile on her face. Holding the pole she moved up down its length seductively.

Even with face being half masked her dulcet body shimmering in dull light made each man look at her with hunger n every woman stared disgustingly at the same time burning green inside.

How to make the best use of her assets was an art mastered by her. Her slender long legs n hands, her slim waist, the full curves n seemingly soft, shiny hairs mixed with her dawdling, beguiling moves left every creature present of opposite sex wish for her in bed.

The fact was not hidden from Maan either. He clenched his fists so tightly that the nails digging in skin was excruciating but not as much as the scene before him.

Woah man!! She is good. I wonder where you found her. Shaan praised standing beside Maan but raised his hands in surrender when he looked at him with eyes spitting fire.

If in control Maan would have fingered out every man’s eye there. He angrily strolled towards the stage where Geet was exhibiting herself openly.

Deepika was instantly in action trying to stop him but Shaan came in her way. Hello Deepu.

Deepika. She corrected.

No, Deepu is more apt. He teased.

Argh... Shaan what do you want? She snapped exasperated.

You know I saw a girl there in exactly the same dress as you. Shaan said with fake seriousness. Let’s go find the copy cat so you could strangle her to death.

Geet, come down. Maan requested at first but when she didn’t pay heed he became furious. I said come down.

No effect.

Geeet...

Still, no effect.

He grabbed her hand, she was down the stage the next second. Her attempt to free herself failed miserably as he harshly dragged her out of the party n later into the parking lot.

Precap- Our hotie angry

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IBADAT- Love Reincarnated, EPILOGUE

IBADAT

Love Reincarnated

EPILOGUE

NOTE: The song which I have used here is Heer from the latest flick 'Jab Tak Hai Jaan' since its in Punjabi all won't be able to understand but it's a beautiful song n so I have given the translation n to understand the song better you would need to know a small story. The song that takes into account the stories of Heer-Ranjha, where Ranjha left his beloved to get married to another suitor in the beginning, and Mirza-Sahebaan, where Mirza takes his beloved on a horse. And so, in the song, the girl wants to be called Sahebaan instead of Heer, even though Mirza and Sahebaan die at the end of story.

She didn't recognised herself in the mirror, no not because of the wedding jewels or cloths, it was her face, dull n lifeless like she was there physically but inside there was just one thing. Emptiness.

Mera puttar kina sona lag raha hai. Rano said as she placed a black tika behind Geet's ear. Ekdum pari jaisi.

A lone tear slid down Geet's cheek. It hurt Rano seeing her daughter not happy on her special day, she wiped the tear away.

Maa mujhe shadi nai karni. Geet cried trying to hold back the tears lest her face got ruined; she didn't want the beauticians decorating her again for nothing.

Ho ho o...

You know na that we love you. Rano asked n Geet nodded reflectively. You cried a lot on the first day of your school. She reminded. But then you loved it. Books became your best friend n you actually fought to study for your architecture.

Geet gave a wry smile; she would have fought to get married too if her love hadn't abandoned her.

We won't do anything which is not good for you. Rano cupped her cheeks. Humne tere liye sahi jewansaathi chuna hai.

Heer Heer na akho adiyo

Main te Sahiba hoi

Ghodi leke aave le jaaye...

Ghodi leke aave le jaaye

Ho mainu le jaaye Mirza koi

Le jaaye Mirza koi

Le jaaye Mirza koi

[Don't call me Heer, my dear friends,

I have become Sahibaan (in his love)

Wish he comes and take me away on a horse

Wish he comes and take me away on a horse

(I wish) Mirza, take me away]

Hm. Geet smiled just to make her mother happy that was the reason she agreed to marry at first place, to make everyone happy though no reasoning could make her believe that this was right, that someone else was right for her other than Maan. There is only one soul mate for everyone, he was hers.

And she was his n would always remain the same. Her marriage was fixed just after two day of her arrival in Hoshiyarpur. It was all done in haste. The boy was an engineer n his father had a big business. She was already in shock with what Maan did n was in no condition to fight this new decision forced on her still she protested as much as could in her broken state.

Everyone in the family tried to make her understand except for Daarji. He didn't spoke a word to her that made her heart heavy. She approached and tried to convince him. Simply the thought of another man disgusted her than getting married to one was akin to a nightmare n that was what she told him. She said sorry for hiding things n then repeated what he already knew.

Heer Heer na aakho adiyo

Main te Sahiba hoi

Ghodi leke aave le jaaye...

Ghodi leke aave le jaaye

[Don't call me Heer, my dear friends,

I have become Sahibaan (in his love)

Wish he comes and take me away on a horse,

Wish he comes and take me away on a horse]

But apparently Daarji had already made his mind. He said he would forgive her but for that she would have to marry the one they selected.

A faint image of childhood came to Geet, she playing with her Daarji's moustache, it was his pride n he was really possessive regarding it but never stopped her while she played, twisting n turning it around with her little fingers. He never said no to her, no one in the family did.

They treated her like a princess, allowed her to study abroad n gave her everything she laid a finger on. Suddenly the weight of it was too much to bear because she knew now was the time to pay back for everything they did for her.

Ohde je hi main te oh mere varga

Hans da ai hasr savere varga

Ankha bandh kar laa te thande hanere varga

[I am just like him, he is just like me

When he smiles, dawn is adorned,

(as he) closes eyes, (it) feels like cold (soothing) darkness]

Her Maan already rejected her, what difference would it make if she married for the happiness her family. There was hardly any life remaining in her n it wouldn't matter if her possession shifted from her family to someone else, she was as inert as a thing anyway.

The nights despite of everything were spent in wait, as she stared at the deserted road from her window till the dawn broke up, sun spreading brightness but unable to erase the dark loneliness from inside her. A faint flicker of hope was still there that he would come to take her away, to steal her from everyone where there won't be any misery n distance.

Ohde je hi main te oh mere varga

Hans da ai hasr savere varga

Ankha bandh kar laa te thande hanere varga

[I am just like him, he is just like me

When he smiles, dawn is adorned,

(as he) closes eyes, (it) feels like cold (soothing) darkness]

They brought her to the mandap n made her sit. The sacred fire before her burned in its full glory, the pandit was chanting the mantras n people all around looked pleased. It was all perfect just the man beside her was not Maan.

Seconds ticked by and it seemed she would choke n pass away. Her eyes were fixated at the entrance for his briefest of image but to no avail.

Closing her eyes she took a deep breath n imagined how it would have been if Maan would be there with her taking the vows to always be together. The pandit kept her hand into groom's n she imagined Maan's touch, warm n comforting, making her feel like the luckiest girl in world.

Ohde je hi main te oh Mirza mere varga

Ohde je hi main te oh Mirza mere varga

[I am just like him, and Mirza is just like me]

They stood up to take the rounds, her heart was crying n her mind called for only one person, wishing him to come for her salvation. When the groom filled her mang n made her wear the mangalsutra in her mind it was all done by her Maan. The marriage ended n she was taken to the room, her doom.

The boy was from another city so they were to stay in Handa Haveli for the night n the next morning was her bidaai.

Her giggling cousins made her sit on the bed. It was only after they left that she realised what had just happened.

He didn't come.

Ho Heer Heer na akho adiyo

Main te Sahiba hoi

Ghodi leke aave le jaaye

Ghodi leke aave le jaaye

Ho mainu le jaaye Mirza koi

Le jaaye Mirza koi

Le jaaye Mirza koi...

[Don't call me Heer, my dear friends,

I have become Sahibaan (in his love)

Wish he comes and take me away on a horse

Wish he comes and take me away on a horse

(I wish) Mirza, take me away]

Panic rose inside making her feel sick. She was now wife of some XYZ. Shaking her head she swallowed the lump forming in her throat.

Would she ever be able to do justice to the man who married her? The silliest of question ever, definitely never. The title of wife wouldn't do any good. May be she would console herself by some means but her heart? It stopped listening to her long back. It was just present inside her but was in possession of another person.

When she had first learned about love there was no awareness of the sheer pain that accompanied it. It felt like yesterday when her mother had taken her to the temple where she had seen the idol of Meera n immediately got fascinated by the mere thought of being in love to such an extent that one forgot themselves.

Naal naal tur na te vith rakhna

Hadh rakh lena vich dil rakhna

Chhanve chhanve bhaave, assi teri parchhave, tur naa

[Walk together, don't keep any distance,

Mark a boundary, keep my heart within it.

While walking, under your shadow, I will find my (shelter) shade.]

But being in love was one thing while being loved was a fate too providential though once lost in the depths of the mighty feeling there was no recovery. Her fate was sealed.

Meera didn't get her love still she only belonged to Krishna even after bereavement and that was the path she would follow too.

She placed a hand on her belly where a blade was tucked securely in her lehenga. Everything was planned, she didn't meet the man-her husband-before marriage but now she would tell him she loved someone else n he had no right on her whatsoever. There was no way she would let a man other than the one she loves touch her.

Naal naal tur na te vith rakhna

Hadh rakh lena vich dil rakhna

Chhanve chhanve bhaave, assi teri parchhave, tur naa

[Walk together, don't keep any distance,

Mark a boundary, keep my heart within it.

While walking, under your shadow, I will find my (shelter) shade.]

Ohde je hi main te oh mere varga, haye

Ohde je hi main te oh mere varga

[I am just like him, and Mirza is just like me]

If he agreed she would be great full n whatever punishment he would present without any protest she was ready to accept, though she doubted that he would be completely oblivious, it was not every day that marriages were arranged so abruptly. There would be some reason for this alliance on his part too may be the social status of her family or something else along the same line.

There was another possibility of him not cooperating. Well... she had kept the blade with her so that the option of ending her life would remain available. If the need arose n the man forced himself on her she wouldn't hesitate in taking the sharp edge in her use.

Ho Heer Heer na akho adiyo

Main te Sahiba hoi

Ghodi leke aave le jaaye haaye

Le jaaye Mirza koi

Le jaaye Mirza koi

Le jaaye Mirza koi...

[Don't call me Heer, my dear friends,

I have become Sahibaan (in his love)

Wish he comes and take me away on a horse

(I wish) Mirza, take me away]

The dream which gave meaning to her life was left unfulfilled but it doesn't mean she failed, until the heart was pumping blood, she was proudly his n that was her win. Her soul already belonged to him n before anyone tried to lay right on her body she would end it. May be not in this life but in next she knew he would come to take her, to claim her.

Heer Heer na akho adiyo

Main te Sahiba hoi

Ghodi leke aave le jaaye

Ghodi leke aave le jaaye

Oh ho...

[Don't call me Heer, my dear friends,

I have become Sahibaan (in his love)

Wish he comes and take me away on a horse

Wish he comes and take me away on a horse]

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A few giggles from outside made her retreat back from the thoughts she was so deeply engrossed in. The door knob turned n she felt scared like never before. The man walked inside n the audacity of the lunatic, locked the door.

Only vague outline of his frame was visible-damn the veil-he was not wearing that sehra anymore but it hardly mattered, she was not interested in any way. As he walked closer... she tried to get her heart beats in control n clutched the cloth where the blade was tucked. She took a deep calming breath; maybe she wouldn't be required to do something drastic, may be the man was good n would understand her point of view.

Nonetheless the room was decorated exotically with scented candle n crimson rose petals; all this would be giving him wrong hope. She dreamed of Maan, only if she would have got him as a life partner, she would have kissed all her family members for arranging all this, of course the next morning. This night would be theirs, just Maan n his Geet enveloped in eternal love.

No tears. She scolded herself; this was no time to fall weak.

He sat on the bed n leaned over to touch her but she instinctively moved back.

Don't... touch me. The start was condemning but she decided to first go with a gentler approach. I want to tell you something. There is someone else, I mean... I wanted to tell you before but no one allowed me to meet you. Streaks of regret marked her voice, a sorry feeling not only for him but more for herself.

I love someone else. No not someone else, actually he is a part of me that is why, you know, I can't help it. This feeling is only for him. The more she talked the more shattered she felt. I am sorry. She was crying now despite the restraint she had pulled tears poured from her hazels, unstoppable.

I came all the way here n you are telling me that there is someone else. His said in a teasing manner but the pain penetrated the intended humour nonetheless.

When her imagination got this better that it almost seemed real. She thought her mind was making up his voice to fill the permanent void that would always be there from now on. But then he touched her, the warmth of his hand overwhelming. Instant current run up her arm from where his hand rested over hers. It was only possible if...

He stopped her from lifting the veil. Yeh haq sirf mera hai. His husky voice made her shiver; she had thought she would never hear it again.

He lifted the cloth that hid his life from him. She stared at him from behind tears, obvious confusion lingering in her eyes questioning the realism.

Maan raised his hand to wipe the tears but she grabbed at it desperately too scared he would disappear if she let go.

Aap... She wanted to speak but words were not forming. It was good he didn't need them to hear her.

Mai yahin hu Geet n I will never leave you. He assured taking her frozen body into his arms rubbing her back, assuring her. I was the biggest fool, idiot, sheer pain in ass n what not. But you would have to forgive this idiot, because I need you to live Geet.

As he whispered in her ears expressing his agony tears fell unhindered from his eyes while she clutched at his shirt for her dear life. He pulled her back n held her hands in his. I didn't tell you that I am the one you are getting married to because I was scared. I knew you wouldn't refuse but I didn't want to take any chance. I have lost so much Geet that I became selfish; there was no way I was going to lose you.

She cried more resting her cheek on his head that rested on their hands tangled promisingly. I am sorry Geet. You can punish me in whatever way you want bas mujhe maaf kar do.

With shaking hands she wiped his tears then her own. Aapne mujhe wahin kyu nai roka?

Mujhe laga mai tumhare layak nai. You were a dream so good to be true. You deserved the best.

So how you thought of coming here then? She asked a part of her dreading, imagining the picture if he wouldn't have come in the end.

There is limit of foolishness. He said with a smile n Geet marked that even that teary smile was sort of hot. A lecture n little bit of scolding was what I needed and Pinky did it.

At this new tears came to her eyes. Kya hua? He asked unnerved about her not being happy. Tumne mujhe maaf toh kar diya na?

She shook her head rapidly cutely rubbing her eyes. She looked up n found fear clouding his features. She cupped his cheek, lovingly. You love me?

Yes. She always knew that.

How much? She asked looking into his eyes.

The most. There was no doubt anymore, only two day without her had him fighting for survival.

You were ready to give up what you love the most for me. There is no question of forgiveness. I am already blessed to have you.

That was his Geet always positive, filled with so much love that there was no space for anything vile.

You are the best. She added. Why he thought of him so low was beyond her understanding, she found him perfect in every way possible.

He kissed her forehead. Best or not he was certainly the luckiest person alive.

And I love Pinky. She said trying to hold all the happiness flooding her way.

That's not fair. Maan made a fake face.

Don't do that. She shouted.

What? He asked thinking what he did wrong now.

Don't make those types of faces. She said blushing tomato red.

Why? He raised his brow.

It... turns me on. She said in a low voice n hugged him tight hiding herself. God! How was he supposed to control when she talked like that.

His whole self awakened n he pulled her closer gluing the petite figure of hers to his tough one where as her body was tingling with awareness n anticipation; his caressing hand moved lower n cupped her rear making her nearly sit over him.

His calloused hand were so pleasuring that the roaring covet born was almost painful. He was going to plant a kiss on her neck when she distanced herself making him groan at the loss.

Daarji... She gasped n Maan turned to see if he standing behind again interrupting their special moment.

Nai wo yahan nai hai. She told n he sighed with relief. Although Geet wasn't, she'd totally forgotten about her family especially Daarji. If Maan was the one she got married to does her family know about it? It would be absurd of them not knowing that it was Maan marrying their daughter under their eyes. Maan what about everyone? She asked frantically. Do they...

She stopped when Maan pushed a finger against her lips. Geet your family loves you more than you can imagine. When I apologised n explained them everything they agreed including your Daarji. They said no to the family of the boy they had chosen for you.

No one can see you sad. Everyone even helped me with the plan of not informing you anything saying your face would be worth watching. He chuckled.

Her eyes again watered. So much love, she was unsure how to handle it. Maan embraced her in his arms smoothing her hair. You look tired, I think you should rest.

At this she drew back n hit him on the chest. You already ruined my marriage I won't let the same happening to my SR.

He bit back a smile. If someone was eager for this night it was him. Two days of separation after practically living 24/7 with her was hard on him n only he knew how he managed for those two days yearning for her. 'Take her' was what he had said, those 'two words' n 'two days' he would regret on course of his entire life but would be thankful to them too for they made him realise what Geet actually meant.

Coming back to his fuming sherni, he decided to play a bit. Geet there is no hurry if you need time I will wait.

Hell with time n wait. Maan Sir. She raised a finger then corrected herself. Mera matlab hai Maan. If you didn't do anything tonight I will not talk to you ever. She turned her head to the other side, her cheeks flushed with anger mixed with a tinge of shyness.

He circled his arms around her neck to remove the necklace. I was just kidding Jaan. How can I let this golden opportunity slip away? Today I will make you mine in every way possible. I will etch myself on you, in you. With the declaration his breath fanned her cheek making her shiver. He removed all her jewels n she bit her lip.

A few minutes ago she was all ready, literally begging him to devour her n now when it was actually going to happen she was feeling so nervous. Sincerely speaking, ever since when she discovered how two lovers expressed their affection, more than marriage ceremony she dreamed of the night after it, when two souls loved each other in the most intimate manner, sharing corporal warmth n becoming one.

Adrenaline made way n she felt the nervous excitement flowing through her; it was delightful in its own way.

Unimaginable how she was thinking about ending her life shortly n now with the magical appearance of one being there was a new desirous beam of life sprouting. Still she felt extremely nervy.

Kya zaroorat thi Geet bahadur banne ki. He was giving you time na. Par nai tujhe toh bas apna bada sa muh kholna hai, ab bhugto.

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The way she twiddled her thumbs, he understood now the lioness had turned into a scared lamb. Though the edginess was an immense turn on, her blush, her hiding face, he could feel a certain member of his anatomy responding very cheerfully to all this.

As blood rushed to his core he turned her face so that their lips could meet in a show of passion n desire. He tugged at her lower lip n she opened her mouth for him. With his tongue exploring her mouth n fingers gently stroking her, she hummed her appreciation into his mouth.

Vaguely she was aware of the knots of her top being opened n the cloth was off. The cold air touched her bare self n a shudder ran up her spine. Her body pushed at him but he separated her from him to marvel the most beautiful creation of god.

She, shocked at the absence of contact, realised her torso was naked n available for his view. She fought the universal female instinct of hiding her dignity. From now on there won't be any barriers between them n she won't hide anything from him. So she stayed static n clutched the sheet instead.

You are beautiful. He breathed n when she saw the admiration in his eyes from below her lashes her heart puffed up with happiness.

His knuckles grazed lightly over the swell of her breast n she sighed closing her eyes. They moved down over her ribs, waist then back up. With his other hand also up, he did the same following the same path, finally coming back up his hands cupped her globes, lifting them, weighting the flesh, squeezing n pinching.

She turned into a bundle of lustful wants when his mouth latched over her nipple.

Oh Maan. She moaned arching her back thrusting her breast closer, revelling in the feel of his mouth on her sensitive flesh, licking n sucking, tugging gently. Warmth pooled between her legs n she squirmed wanting to rub herself against him to feel his bare skin along hers.

He instantly pulled away n she nearly cried. But then found him removing his cloths. She was panting heavily when she remembered something. 'The blade'. She spared him a glance n removed the blade wrapped in paper; thank god he didn't saw it. She threw it in a corner.

Some things were better remained hidden, though she promised it to be last secret between them.

The ruffling sound made her head turn towards him. He was done with his cloth n sat absolutely bare before her. She took in his broad shoulders, sturdy chest, thin waist n... She flushed; her breath caught in throat but couldn't tear her eyes off. His manhood stood out proudly from his body, long n thick, the head flared. She wondered what it would feel like to touch it with her hands, to feel it against her body, in her body.

He smirked then unable to control more lounged at her but she surprised him touching his chest with her small hand. His muscles quivered under her touch n he growled his approval. Feeling bolder her hands moved lower to his waist n she placed a haste kiss on his chest then took his brown nipple in her mouth, sucking n nipping it like he did. She wanted to pleasure him the same way he did her.

Her bold moves assured that he was up for some serious action. Her wandering hand moved lower to his smooth flesh, fingers tips gracing his length, slow, torturing. When she took him in her hand he lost control n pushed her back so that she was lying under him n his mercy.

Next moment her lehanga was in a dark corner of the room after that the turn was of her thong. He settled between her legs.

It won't hurt much. He assured n she nodded. Something from him could never hurt her.

He caught her mouth into another ravishing open mouthed kiss. Slowly nipping n biting his mouth marked her neck, he moved down to her breasts paying homage to both the globes equally. He worshiped her whole body not leaving a single place all the while rubbing himself against her adding coal to the fire, making her burn for him.

She pulled him closer n pushed her own forward. One more second would kill her, she wanted him now.

Obliging her silent demand he pushed inside her. He stopped halfway in marvelling how tight n wet she was. Pushing deeper he buried his length all the way into her. Geet blinked back the tears that threatened to fall. As if feeling the sheer pain she went through due to his invasion he pulled himself back but she gripped his shoulders n naturally he thrust back.

He pulled back n thrust again. The pain soon faded turning into spasms of pleasure so strong that it felt she would explode right away. They found their rhythm n rocked in unison, the bliss multiplying with every next thrust, every next moan, every next breath.

Then it happened, her walls tightened around him and she shuddered as waves of utmost ecstasy washed over her. Her orgasm brought him to the edge n he felt himself coming n spilling inside her. What they both felt at that moment was beyond any verbal explanation. This was not the world they had been living in till now; the feeling was divine n they were surely in some other world, some other dimension.

There sweaty bodies stayed adjoined n he miraculously was still rock hard. Practicing extreme control he decided to leave her for now but Geet held him in place. She didn't wanted him to break the connection, having him throbbing into her gave her a strange sense of belonging even when she was tired there was a strong desire to feel those sensations all over again. Him pumping n pounding into her, hitting the exclusive spot, making her squirm n scream and eventually filling her with his seeds.

It was getting difficult for him to control not thrusting hard until both their bodies gave up but he knew she was exhausted, all the mental trauma then the forceful marriage was too much for his angel. He rolled over to his side ignoring her weak protests n made her head rest over his chest pulling the cover over their bodies.

Geet I promise to fulfil all your demands tomorrow but right now you need to sleep. He said combing her hairs with his fingers.

May be he was right, her lids were heavy n mind had almost stopped working. Her pout eased n she drifted into sleep listening to his heart beats n feeling the constant lulling movements of his hand on her head.

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Next morning it was her bidaai n contradictory to typical Indian brides Geet was jumping with glee, her face glowing n eyes sparkling. She had thanked everyone heartily all along knowing her mere thanks would never be enough for the love her family showered on her.

She also blasted on all for hiding that she was getting married to Maan only. Everyone just laughed seeing her complaining face saying it was not their fault but Maan's plan to which she warned all to not blame her Maan.

The car was waiting n her big Punjabi family stood outside to bid goodbye. Most women were crying including the ones she didn't knew her relation with.

Maa why are you crying? Geet asked. Kaho toh hum yahin ruk jaye. She winked at Maan n he shook his head with a smile.

Yeh ladki!! Rano hit Geet's head playfully. Shadi ke baad ladki ka ghar uska sasuraal hota hai.

Haan haan I know but you need to stop crying okay. Geet wiped her tears. We will come here every month. Haina Maan?

Shadi hui nai k madam ne hukum chalana shuru kar diya. Maan thought n nodded.

Geet met everyone though consoling all was not possible. Brij was still not sure about Maan but then when brothers became completely sure about a guy for their sisters?

In the end she moved to her Daarji n felt the prickling in her eyes. Maan tujhe khush rakkhega. She hugged him n he patted her head fondly.

Jaa puttar he is waiting for you. Daarji said n Geet turned to Maan who stretched his hand forward.

Let's go home. She took his hand all knowing that she wasn't losing her family but was just earning one more.

The car started n her family waved when she glanced back, she waved back to them while they slowly disappeared from the view. He wrapped a hand on her shoulder kissing away the tears from the corner of her eyes.

Maan what will the driver think. Geet said pushing him back.

That the newlyweds are romancing. He grabbed her head n before she could think anything his mouth was on hers.

Poor driver diverted the rear view from them n tried to concentrate on road.

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7 months later, Khurana Mansion

Geet what are you doing? Maan asked entering the room.

Make up!! She said as a matter of fact.

We are not going out. Maan said sitting on the bed wondering when he would be able to understand his wife.

That I know but you are getting award so I should look good na.

I already got the award. The function is just getting aired today.

Toh... She turned behind and glared at him. I didn't attend the function n you would be on TV taking award. Her eyes opened wide in wonder n his lips twitched into a smile.

She again got busy in her makeup while he observed her n the slight swell of her belly. He returned today morning only from the same award function that was going to be telecasted today. 4 days without her in another city were no less than hell. She went with him on all business trips n functions but this time the doctor said it was not good for her to travel keeping in mind how fast she got exhausted n became sick. Her mood swings were all over the place n pregnancy hormones were practically making her a sex monster though the last one he didn't mind at all but rather enjoyed tremendously.

Her back flexed as she moved her hands. He pictured it without cloths, how soft the skin felt under his palms how she shuddered with want when he moved his fingers up n down her spine. His eyes moved lower to her hips. The curves in his hands always felt so wonderful like they belonged there. Her slender, long legs were the best, when they circled around his waist in need of harder, faster thrusts making him want to drown her in the sea of pleasure.

She was putting kohl in her eyes when she saw him in the mirror. One look n she knew what he was thinking; her stomach fluttered in an all too familiar fashion.

After the show. She whispered lowering her eyes. Keeping the pencil down, she grabbed his hand. Now come on.

They were comfortably settled on the couch in living room with Geet's head resting on Maan's shoulder n his one hand behind her back n the other on her belly caressing the life forming inside.

Businessman of the year goes to- Maan Singh Khuaran. The announcement was made in the show n Maan moved to the stage to take the trophy.

You look so hot on TV. Geet said excitedly.

What do you mean? I am not hot in person. He asked, a brow cocked.

Uh-huh. You are hotter when real. She said playing with his shirt button then turned back to the TV. Now shush! You are speaking. Maan rolled his eyes but compiled anyway.

Well I am not a very talkative person so I won't take much of your time. I just want to share a little secret. Maan started adjusting the mike. Have you ever heard a dead person waking up? About a god sent messenger? An angel, as beautiful from inside as from outside, selfless n pure? Well... don't know about you but I have. I have seen a real angel n have experienced the magic myself because the dead person was no one else but this very man speaking before you.

I was living with no life inside me. Then an angel came and changed everything with just one wave of her magic wand... and you won't believe that angel is my wife now n soon would be giving birth to my baby. A small smile automatically came onto his face. A person is born once but I have twice. My wife, my Geet reincarnated the love in me, told me what real love means n gave me a new life n for whatever I am today n have achieved or would ever achieve there is only one person to thank n that is my wife. They say that there is woman behind every successful man which is indeed true. There is... a Geet behind every Maan.

She tried to contain the tears but with the happiness of entire world blossoming in her heart they spilled out.

Aapko sach me aisa lagta hai? She asked him n he took her in his embrace.

There is no doubt Mishti. What I am is because of you only. You taught me how to love n live. You, jaan, blew life into my lifeless soul.

Geet had no idea that her Ibadat once heard by the almighty would make her world so beautiful, that the years of wait would pay off like this. Her Maan made her life heavenly, his love n care was what she ever wished for n he cascaded it on her endlessly.

There is more to come. Geet said when Maan closed the TV.

There is nothing more to watch. He said pushing her back on the sofa. Moreover don't you think it's time for my actual award?

Meine pyaar ko jaana hai jab se
Tumhe hi paaya hai har saans me tabse...
Beinteha mohabbat karti hu tumse
Pal pal saath nibhaungi tumhara ab se...

Mein nahi janti tum kya mehsus karte ho
Mere liye to tum khuda ka noor ho...
Khuda se jyada ibadat kari hai tumhari
Aakhri saans tak banke rehna chahti hu
tumhari...

Tum jab bhi Khud ko akela mehsus karoge
Mujhe tumhare har tanha lamhe main paaoge...
Aaye chahe kitni bhi mushkile is safar main
Mera pyaar.. meri Ibadat jhuka dega unhe...

Intazar to hai tere kuch kehna ka
Par mera pyaar mohtaaz nahi in labzo ka...
Ye aankhein teri sab kuch keh jaati hai
Bina kahe mujhe tere dil ka haal suna jaati
hai...

Jannat se pyaara tera saath mujhe hai
Yuhi tere sang ye zindagani beetani mujhe
hai...
Mein to us rab se kuch na maangu
Din raat yuhi teri hi bas issi tarah ibadat karu...

(by Rituja)

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Credit(s): 1. Heer from JTHJ, lyrics n translation from net.

2. Pics from net, edit by the creator.

3. The oh-so-fab poem by the oh-so-fab Rituja.

4. The lovely VM by the lovely Roopali, sorry if I troubled you.

5. Of course shrutheAjay for always giving me the best feedback

Dedicated to:

MsDreamyPrincess

Sorry Naju I got late but belated happy birthday dear.

That marks the end of this journey. This story was for girls who dream, I hope all those girls liked it n identified themselves with the Geet here.

Many people thought that I was inspired by Jab we met considering that the characterisation was similar n also the name of the female protagonist but no it was not the movie that inspired me, it was the song 'mere sang' from New York that gave me the idea for Ibadat.

In the end thanks to the most important people... yeah the readers. I like writing but it won't be any fun to write for no one. You all read our works n give your precious feedback that the best thing a writer could get. Muahhh... You all rock.

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