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Sunrays streamed through the clear windows and gathered all
the dust before falling on his face, illuminating his Grecian image. Well-groomed
stubble adorned his face while his sharp features along with a perfectly carved
jawline made his already perfect face look better. A slight smile played on his
beautifully carved M-shaped lips. He lay on his stomach; his face turned
towards the window as the morning sunrays made way to brighten his face. His
bare and broad muscular shoulder filled with nail marks and love bites gave a
glimpse of his last night's passion while the satin sheet barely covered his
smooth back.
The intensity of the sunrays increased, slowly causing him
to stir in his sleep. He tried to shield his palm from the brightness of the
sun while his other hand groped the bed to feel the warmth of soft flesh. But
his arms found none making him snap his eyes open to see where she could have
gone so early in the morning especially after such a long exhausting night. He
turned his face to get a better look of the other side of the bed to find it
empty. He knotted his eyebrows and looked around the room to get a glimpse of
his gorgeous wife who may step out of the bathroom in her towel looking no less
than a juicy edible fruit. He stretched a bit before turning around and
wrapping the cool satin sheet around his hip before getting up to see if he
could hear the shower sounds. He got off the bed, holding the sheet tightly
around his abdomen, and found his boxers strewn across the room in the corner.
He recollected how she had savagely removed the barrier and threw it across the
room before allowing herself to wrap around his naked self. A slow smirk crept
along his face at the mere thought of his love in her full sherni mode. He
loved it when she took control of things. He quickly slipped on the boxers and
found his track pant in another corner of the room and wore it on top, leaving
his chest bare. Not finding her in the bathroom he strode out of the room, in
search of her.
"Geet!" his baritone voice echoed across the room and out
through the hallway. Hearing no answer he walked out of the room and down the
stairs calling, "Geet! Where are you jaan?" He walked past some half-opened
cardboard along with random magazines and unopened boxes lying on the floor. "Yeh
subah subah kahaan chali gayi?" he thought as he made his way through
the unset furniture and boxes into the next nearest room, right by the stairs. Curious
noises attracted his attention to the room. As he made it in between cardboard
boxes the sight in front of him took his breath away.
There she was, one leg folded on the step-up stool while the
other stretched down to stand. She wore one of her skimpy shorts tightly
hugging her assets and his loose shirt that rested neatly on her curves. The
t-shirt seemed too loose for her, causing the collar of the shirt lay a little
off shoulder, giving the viewer of her creamy skin. Her long curly hair was
crunched in a messy bun, few strands hanging out loosely. Her sensuous form,
seductively painting the wall with a paint roller was indeed a sight of heaven.
Her muscles moved with her every motion heating the room. Holy sweet lord! The sight that he beheld in front of him had
caused the animal inside him erupt. He slowly walked, without making any noise
and kissed her abdomen through the t-shirt before inhaling her sweet
intoxicating scent.
His sudden kiss made her jump, she shrieked, "Maan!"
loosing balance. She tightly shut her eyes anticipating a nasty fall only to
find herself securely wrapped in a pair of strong arms, seconds later.
"Your safe my love," she heard her husband whisper as he
tightened her hold on her. She opened her eyes slowly to see a pair of deep
chocolate brown eyes staring lovingly at her with a hint smirk.
"Maan!" she screamed annoyed, "you scared me! Couldn't you give
a hint you were coming close to me?"
"Main kya karoon Geet you were so tempting that I couldn't stop myself,"
he replied winking flirtatiously.
"Accha?" she asked pretending to buy his answer. He nodded his
head innocently. "Silly boy!" she yelled looking peeved. "I swear I would have
died with a heart attack," she complained.
"Voh kaise ho sakta Geet, tumhari jaan toh mujhme basti hai,"
he said huskily.
"Aaw Maan is that so?" she asked fluttering her eyes. He nodded
sincerely only to find her scream at him again, "Put me down right this minute!"
her eyes glaring at him.
The man feared by many back in his home country was a mere
puppet in the hands of his beautiful wife, Mrs. Geet Maan Singh Khurana. She
had made him do things he had never imagined he would ever do yet the love for
her had made him leave his main business empire back in Delhi to manage a
branch of the empire in the heart of New York City, Manhattan.
Geet hailed from one of the most richest and respected
families in United States. Her father, Vijay Handa was a leading businessman in
Wall Street yet Geet was simple and down-to-earth. Being the only daughter she
was pampered by her father, as she was motherless. In spite of all the luxuries
she was brought up with she never displayed her societal status to anyone and
chose to keep a low profile and become a pediatrician, as she loved children.
Maan Singh Khurana, eighteen months ago had come to visit
New York as a part of his routine to catch up on his latest developments in the
New York branch of his Khurana Constructions when an unexpected twist changed
his destiny, changed his life. He came across an elegant, suave, beautiful, yet
very down to earth doctor, Geet Handa interning at St. Peters hospital in the
children's ward as a pediatrician. It was love at first sight for him when he
saw her angelic form descend down the stairs of the hospital, where he had come
to visit his old friend from his school days. As simple as the act of falling
in love with her seemed, it had been as tough to get her to fall in love with
him. Persuasion was the key to his success; in spite of her stubborn will to
not even look at him, he had persuaded her continuously in her hospital, during
morning jogs, evening coffees, and every other place she had set foot in. He
knew she was interested in him but had restrained herself from giving in to her
feelings for she feared his overwhelming love towards her. Getting her to love
was hard but once she had cutely confessed her feelings in her room to him,
there were no boundaries in the love she showed. Her love was unrestrained and
ever flowing made known through her simple gestures. And that's what he had
always loved about her.
When Maan had asked her hand in marriage she had insisted to
stay in the country with her father and lead a simple and close-knitted life as
compared to the social life constantly scrutinized by media and journalists. Maan
agreed although her father had insisted that her home was where Maan lived, in
India. The love for his woman had overshadowed everything else. If New York was
the place his love wanted to stay then so be it; it was the least he could do
for her. Since he had no close relatives to make him stay in India, he had
willingly shifted his base to New York.
And now Maan stood trembling in the new house they had just
bought a few weeks ago, wondering how to calm the nerves of his lioness. Geet
pushed back her curls and stomped off to put the magazines in the bookshelf in
the corner of the room. He gingerly walked to stand by her, unable to find the
right words to appease her. She finished putting the books and turned to bump
her husband silently staring down. "Maan hato!" she ordered as she
slightly pushed him.
"Geet suno tho," Maan reasoned running behind her.
"Yes, what is it?" she asked turning to face him, her hands on
her hip.
"Gustaaki maaf ho mallika," he said apologetically, holding his
ears.
Geet instantly slumped her shoulders at his cute gesture but
frowned, "Gus what Maan?" she asked bewildered by his sudden statement.
"Oh sorry kabhi kabhi mein bhool jata hoon ki tumhe proper Hindi nahi
aati. Hmm kya karoon main, yeh ishq nahi aasaan bas itna samajh lijiye, yeh aag
ka dariya hai aur doob ke jaana hai," he said dramatically, holding his
forehead.
"Is my linguistic ability under question now?" she asked a
little hurt.
"Of course not my love. It sometimes goes over my head that your Hindi
is not fluent," he said giving a cheeky smile, "the disadvantages of growing in
a foreign country."
"You tonto chico! (Silly boy)" she yelled throwing a pillow
before smiling victoriously as it hit Maan. "Let me just remind you that poking
fun of me has serious consequences."
"Fun? Jaan I don't want to die early. Mujhe mere bacchon ko dekhna
hai," he said looking at her incredulously.
"Maan! Don't say that," she said alarmed at his words, "voh
kya kehte hain, apgun batein mat karo."
"Voh apgun nahi Geet," he chuckled at her, "its apshagun, apshagun baatein."
"Haan vahi, please don't say like that Maan. I swear I don't know what
I would do without you," she feeling hurt before regaining her posture,
"like
it or not you are going to stay with me as long as I live, do you understand
that Mr. Maan Singh Khurana?" she said walking to stand close to him.
"Yes Dr. Geet Singh Khurana!" folding his hands in submission.
"That's better my boy," she said pecking him on his cheek. "By
the way what were you trying to say? Phirse bolo."
"Gustaaki maaf ho mallika," he said smiling widely.
"And what does that mean?"
"Please pardon my mistake my dear princess."
"Oh! But it sounds so much better when you say it in Hindi," she
gushed.
"Acchaji? So my wife likes me to speak poetically?" he asked
huskily snaking his arms onto her petite waist and bringing her closer in a
single motion.
"Hmm," she sang while drawing patterns on his bare chest.
"Kyun jaan you cannot seem to keep your hands off of me?" he
whispered, biting her earlobe before placing a kiss on her nape.
"Of course who could not be tempted by such a delectable piece,"
she said in trance, snaking her arms around his neck.
Maan snuck his hands under his shirt while reaching for the
soft flesh beneath. He drew circles around her belly button, "then who asked you
to stay away?" he asked placing wet kisses near her lips.
"Maan," she moaned at the contact of his lips so close to hers
while his hands played under her shirt. "Chodo na I have so much work to do,"
she said weakly.
"Geet kaam toh you'll have always have that excludes me. What about the
work to serve your deprived husband," he said reaching to find the hook,
only to find none. An evil smile spread across his lips as he eyed her, desire
clouding his irises.
"Deprived?" she asked surprised. "Wasn't last night anywhere near
satisfaction?"
"Jaan that was last night what about the my morning due?" he
asked as a smug spread across his face. "Now is my bride shy?" he asked as
he saw a slight pink hue crept through her cheeks and her eyes fluttered. She
bit her lower lip and bent her head further down at his question, settling
comfortably in the crook of his neck.
Maan lifted Geet in a single motion and strode towards their
room. The sudden change got Geet aware of his intention. "Maan what are you doing?"
she asked alarmed.
"Extracting my due of course," he remarked casually.
"Maan please aisa mat karo. I have so much to do. We have been in this
house for the past week yet nothing is settled. Thanks to you, you hardly let
me out of the bed. Pappa wanted to visit us but I have put it off trying to
give excuses for this mess. What will he think if he visits us?"
"He won't think anything Geet. I am sure he would understand newly
married couples need their time to settle down," he said putting her
down before nuzzling in her neck.
"Newly married?" she asked suppressing a chuckle. "My
darling husband we have been married for over a year now," she said
trying to wiggle out of his grip.
"Is it love?" he asked feigning surprise. "Mujhe toh laga it was just last
week. I have hardly finished exploring and knowing you," he winked.
"You shameless boy," she blushed whacking his chest.
"Kya jaan I meant I haven't got to know you well," he smirked.
"Yeah, yeah, I exactly know what you mean Maan," she said
shaking her head.
"Arre Geet sach mein I meant that. In what track was your crooked mind
thinking huh?"
"It doesn't matter. I know your one track mind Maan," she said
slightly pushing him away.
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