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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BEZUBA, PART 29

~BEZUBA~

~PART 29~

 

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

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

Guiltily she snatched her hand back smiling nervously. Armaan’s cousin, Akshay, came to them. Geet, you look lovely. He said mouth open and Armaan gave her a ‘told ya’ look. She smiled genuinely, happy at the compliment. Come I want to introduce you guys to some of my associates. Geet and Armaan followed Akshay and she glanced at Maan from the corner of her eyes. Her heart burned when she discovered with whom Maan had been talking- Simi and her dad.

He completely hated the sight that had filled his vision a few seconds earlier and now his mind. Why she had to come with that scumbag who had face of a gorilla and body too big for a human. Hell, if in his hands he wouldn’t have left her alone for a second much less let her come to any occasion with someone else.

God she looked ravishing, completely ethereal and utterly sexy in that saree. He had seen her in sarees before but they were more traditional, this was absolutely different from them. Sheer white material wrapped around her curvy figure in a sophisticated manner leaving a large amount of her waist bare. The shimmery blouse was held to her chest with two scanty straps on shoulder and one at her back. Almost her entire back was unclothed, playing hide and seek from behind the curtain of her wavy, long, dark brown hairs. His throat went dry as she moved gracefully to meet people and her back flexed. His eyes slid down where the saree was tugged low at her waist. In that moment he wanted nothing but to pull it out and slowly unwrap her like a gift for his taking.

Mr. Khurana…

Ah, yes.

Simi- Do you want to have a drink?

I don’t drink, Sunny.

It’s Simi.

Yes. That only. He said mildly irritated. Why did it matter if she was Sunny or Simi or Samantha? Since morning she was behind him when they had met at the seminar and he couldn’t shrug her off because of her father.

Simi- Oh, come on. Don’t be a party pooper Mr. Khurana. She batted her eye lashes and Maan rolled his eyes smiling inwardly at her stupidity. They always thought they could get to him.

Simi’s father- You are a young man. Go on, it’s your age to enjoy.

Maan unwillingly sat at the grand bar while Simi ordered their drinks. The father-daughter duo was damn persistent.

I told you I don’t drink.

Simi- Well, that’s a shame. Isn’t it? But it’s mild you won’t burn. I promise. She chuckled and winked.

He picked up the glass only to get rid of her while having no intensions to drink it. He had given up alcohol a long time ago and had no plans on returning to it. His eyes landed on Geet who was standing with Armaan and some other people. That scumbag was translating her talks to others. He knew sign language very well. Maan’s grip on the glass just tightened. That idiot must have said some joke because she laughed hard holding his arm. How easily and without a tad-bit of hesitation she touched him. They seemed close. Were they more than friends? Was something going on between them? For some reason he could see it in Armaan eyes… he didn’t like how the guy looked at his wife. With a territorial growl Maan emptied the glass in one gulp.

Woah. See, I knew you had it in you.

Armaan walked towards them and Maan’s eyes zeroed upon him.

Armaan- Hey Sims. Wassup?

So they knew each other. Maan should have guessed, ‘birds with same feathers flocked together’. He turned his head away not to look at them lest he did something… like taking that scumbag’s head in his hands and banging it on the bar. Yeah, he liked that picture.

Armaan- Hello, Sir. I am Armaan Malik. Big fan of yours.

Maan ignored his outstretched hand mumbling a ‘hey’ and taking a sip from his newly filled glass. It was absolutely rude. Armaan raised his brows and Simi shrugged her shoulders. Yeh aisa hi hai. She whispered in his ears.

Armaan- Yaar yeh Khurana kitna rude hai. Geet’s heart stopped. She hoped Maan didn’t do something to Armaan. Couldn’t even shake hands for courtesy sake. She released a relieved sigh and looked at Maan, who almost seemed unapproachable. He was talking and laughing with some elderly businessmen. But that laugh was so fake; she knew because she had seen the real thing. He looked so different from when he was home with her… that Maan was completely another person. He had so many facades. She wasn’t sure if she had seen all and which one was the real him.

*Thode rude toh hai. Aur thode sadu bhi.*

After an hour Maan was miserable. He sat in a corner and felt depressed like never before. He hadn’t drunk much but his insides were rumpled. Geet wasn’t even looking at him. He was surrounded by people but was alone and he couldn’t even show it. In this artificial surrounding he had to fake his usual air of control, charm when he felt anything but. She should have been with him, along his side. He was her husband not that stupid who maybe wasn’t that stupid in her eyes. Gosh, he was such an unfortunate man. For saying he had the whole world in his hands when in truth he couldn’t have that one woman who was his wife. That one happiness that could erase all his sorrows, he couldn’t have that. Karma knew its way. Sinners like him had to suffer this bad and burn on this very earth.

Simi- You look down.

He was down. Maan sighed. The girl was back again. I am tired after a whole day of work.

Simi- I can understand. I see my dad like this often. Would you like to have a dance?

No thanks.

So Simi stayed around him. She wouldn’t leave him without a dance. When Maan saw Geet on the floor with Armaan’s brother, he agreed to Simi.

Geet had a very bad feeling about all this. She felt betrayed and slightly nauseous and had agreed for a dance only when Veerji asked her for it. She couldn’t deny him.

Earlier it was only Simi but now Maan was not far behind either. He was talking to her and even drank with her. As if that wasn’t enough they were now coming to the dance floor. He held Simi’s hand in his and dropped the other one to her waist. Her heart burned. She wanted to nothing else than to go back to her room n cry her eyes out. She was looking down at her feet, sulking silently while moving methodically to the music when Akshay’s phone buzzed and he left to take the call.

Maan excused himself from Simi and was before Geet in an instant. She couldn’t even breathe as Maan pulled her into him.

Simi huffed out a defeated sigh. The guy was hopeless. She was giving him hints since morning but damn, every time he found escape and ran away. He was so hot and rich, pity he wasn’t interested and she didn’t want to try anymore. She turned and walked to the guy who was eyeing her from quite a long time. Maybe he was rich too.

Can I have the pleasure of dancing with you, Ma’am?

Geet stared into his eyes. *Finally you remembered that I am also here?*She signed.

He raised a brow. You are asking me that? Damn, you wouldn’t even look at me. He twirled her around gently and pulled her back keeping his hands on her waist so she could sign.

*That’s because you were busy. Aapko itna kaam hota hai, itne saari ladkiya aappe dore daalti hai. Mai bas aapko disturb nai karna chahti thi. Aapko bahut saari baate karni thi na Simi ke saath.* She told sarcastically, angry and hurt.

New song started. A slower one and lights dimmed.

That girl is damn annoying, Geet. She was forcing herself on me. But it sound absurd from your mouth as you had that scumbag tagging behind like a dog.

Scumbag? *Armaan?*

Yes. He said bitterly. She smiled at him, feeling better seeing him jealous. Laying her head on his chest she placed a little kiss there. That was enough to calm him. They swayed to the music totally at peace unlike moments ago. Now this was perfect, Maan thought. Loving the feel of her against him, they were between people and they were together. Only it was dark. He wished they could someday be like this in brightness, so he could tell everyone that he had a wife and how amazing she was. Although, some dreams were meant to be just that… dreams.

I want to go back. He said.

*Me too.*

On the way back to their hotel, she messaged Armaan that she was leaving. She knew that she should have told him in person but then he would have asked a thousand questions to which she wouldn’t have answers.

Geet smoothed the bed sheet, set her pillow and flopped down on the bed.

Maan- Why are you not in your room?

Ignoring him, she bounced up and down shaking the whole bed. *Yeh bed kitna fluffy hai na.* He kept his phone on the night stand and looked at her sternly.

Geet yeh tumhara kamra nai hai.

*Yaha koi apka ya mera kamra nai hai. Saare rooms hotel walo ke hai. I will sleep.*

Maan stared at her unbelievably. Agar tumhe yeh karma chahiye tha toh mujhe pehle batati. Mai dusra wala room le leta.

*Mujhe wo room chahiye jo aapko chahiye. I want to sleep with you.* She flushed at how that came out once his eyes widened and flashed with something. *Mera matlab hai… ke mujhe yaha akele sone me darr lagega na.* She made a puppy face.

It was around 11. Maan was already irritated from that dinner party and was sexually frustrated-not to mention a little drunk too-all his muscles were in knots and each cell needed just one thing. And here she was demanding on sleeping with him. He groaned and closed the lamp, lying down on his side not so happily.

With a winning grin she pulled the quilt over and laid down real close to Maan. Damn, it was a hell of a king size bed still she was sleeping with her body touching his. He shifted away and she did the same with him. Once more he shifted, this time to the very end of bed and she came close again.

Do you want me to sleep on the floor?

She giggled at his stupidity and shifted back pulling him along with her. He sighed as she wrapped her hand around him and positioned her head on his chest. And he loved her for doing that.

Geet thought she heard something. Opening her eyes she looked around, lights were closed and everything was just like it should be. She felt movement beside her. Maan was shivering when the room temperature was absolutely normal. She touched his forehead n he was a bit hot and sweaty. First she thought he was having fever but a faint whimper entered her ears telling her he was dreaming. She shook him anxiously. Maan.

No I didn’t. He gasped and woke up with a jolt. She had never seen that look on his face. He was anguished… and afraid?

Switching on the lights she hurriedly brought a glass of water for him. He gulped it thirstily with his head down. Her heart was sinking by the second seeing him so tensed. Why he wasn’t looking at her? She wanted to ask if he was fine. He kept the glass on stand, taking a shaky breath and raking an unstable hand through his damp hairs.

Did… I hurt you? His voice came out low and broken.

Why would he ask that? And how was she to tell him without his eyes on her, did he forgot she couldn’t speak?

She sat before him taking his hand his hers but he took it back slowly, limply. Tum thik ho na? He asked desperately-as if his life depended on it-raising his head a bit, not giving a glance to her face but enough to see her hands. *Mai ekdum thik hu.*

He gulped and nodded pushing his eyes down again like keeping them up hurt. With a gentle finger she tried to tilt his face up but he wouldn’t budge.Just close the lights. I don’t want to you see me like this.

She didn’t understand any of this. He spoke as if this was a regular issue. Cupping his face, she made him look at her and when their eyes finally met she gasped. Red and glassy, his eyes were filled with fear and so much of pain. His whole face was a picture of misery. He appeared wretched, wounded without any physical injury. If she didn’t know better she wouldn’t have recognized him.

He was ashamed. He didn’t want her to see him like that. Weak and trashed. God forbid if she wondered what was wrong with him. Only he knew how stale he was from inside. Nobody needed to know that, least of all Geet. Although now as he looked into her eyes he was amazed to see his pain reflected there. There was no one to ever share his ache.

Very lovingly and carefully without any questions she pulled his head to her chest where he buried his face and let a few tears fall. He held her tightly and in his mind he was pleading for forgiveness. He had suffered enough, he wanted her to know that, to see that he hated himself for he what did but Maan was well aware that his punishment would never end and once she knew who he was she would leave him. He wasn’t a coward initially but now he feared losing her. Still he wouldn’t let anything come in between his goal, not even if it killed him.

He tried to pull away after a bit but she didn’t let him. In this moment of time she held much more strength than him and Maan had no intensions to fight her. When she pulled him down, he sighed, a corner of his heart rejoicing. This night was different, he had arms to comfort him, and ironically they belonged to the one whom he destroyed. He had not imagined that his life would come to this, where he would need help of the one whom he had aggrieved, to a point of repentance where he so much loved the girl, who’s everything he had taken away.

She knew what she had to do. The man in her arms was her husband and he needed her. Regardless of what bothered him, Geet decided that she would wash off every inch of pain from his life. She would win him over; do everything to make him happy. He could fight all he wanted; but she wouldn’t give up. He couldn’t live in loneliness anymore and neither could she. From this moment onward, Maan was never going to sleep alone... she would be there to share his nightmares, Geet promised to herself.

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BEZUBA, PART 28

~BEZUBA~

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

~PART 28~

 

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

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

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

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

Was she the reason of his misery too?

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

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

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

Shifting close she signed the same again.

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

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

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

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

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

*No, this spot is more comfortable.*

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

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

Ab kya hai Geet?

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

You can hear music through ear plugs too.

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

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

 PLAY ME

Zehnaseeb, Zehanaseeb
Tujhe chaahun betahasha zehnaseeb

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

Maan- I have never heard it.

Mere kareeb, mere habeeb
Tujhe chaahun betahasha zehnaseeb

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

*We are going to stay here.*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*Maan aap movie dekhenge?*

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

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

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

So what movie are we watching?

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

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

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

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

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

Thousandth knock on the door was heard.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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