For Dr. Khurana, with love
INDEX
The need arose in her as feminine as time to seek his attention in a blaring way. She spent a lot of time on picking the right sari and perfecting her makeup. As she wore the last bangle a sudden noise from the front gate brought her to the balcony to look down at the gathering of children who were surrounding him. He had picked up a small girl in his hands and the other children were clamoring for him to play cricket with them. He agreed with a smile handing the little girl to her elder sister. As he took his position to bat on the street in front of her home, he glanced towards her balcony. Geet stood in the balcony looking like an angel in a beautiful flesh toned zardosi saree. He was spellbound. In a span of a minute, the ball hit the stumps and the children screamed "Bowled, you are out". His gaze had not swerved from her for a second and the intensity of his gaze must have reached her but she just lifted her shoulders and went back in. Oops, looks like he had his work cut out for him, Maan thought. His mishti was mad at him. From the petulant bow of her mouth, his mind wandered to the sight she had made in the saree. Where the saree stopped and her glowing skin began was difficult to say. To say he had a beautiful wife was putting it mildly. Shrugging and still smiling he played with the children for a few minutes before he went in.
His phone rang and looking at the caller id indicating his personal secretary he answered right away, "Yes, Pari what is it?".
"Sir, I forgot to tell you, ma'am wanted to come at lunch time but since the minister was with you and they had sent us out of the building I could not get the message to you. I am sorry I should have told you sooner, really, really sorry".
"It's OK Pari, next time be more careful".
As he ended the call, he realized the reason Geet was angry with him. He had to say it was a little fun for him when she got mad. Her pert little nose would go red and the eye rolling and silent treatment just egged him on to be naughtier than usual. All through their childhood and even now when she was his wife he never missed a chance to tease and pester her. She was the only person with whom the famous Dr. Khurana could relax and be a kid. His mind was planning on all kinds of devious ways to tease her already. Mishti sweet and loving was alright but when you added the element of nok-jhok to her she was irresistible and add a fiery challenge or two to the mix, well, what could he say. His sherni was a joy to tame and he was up to any challenge today.
Dressed to kill, she hurried down the steps to where her parents were already greeting the guests in the living room. In her hurry she missed a step at the end only to run into a strong pair of arms. As they steadied her and glued her to him, her anger returned as she gazed at him. He pulled them to a dark corner by the front door.
She recognized the black striped shirt that he wore, the one she could not resist and had bought for him. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows showing the sprinkling of dark hair on his forearms. The tight black pants, the shirt, the fresh from the shower still slightly wet hair and that oh so innocent face, her husband, the atom bomb in her life, smiled at her. So he thought she would melt that easily, did he?
She rolled her eyes unknowingly giving him a view of her almost backless top. Something stirred within her as she felt the hitch in his breath. The same arms that were holding onto her now clenched her back to his chest tightly. She felt his heat all over her as his breath heated her nape and he kissed her there. "Geet...", he mumbled. Ignoring the reaction of her body, she let her hair cover her back fully as she shrugged her shoulders and turned away from him with a pout.
He closed his eyes and sighed. All his thoughts of taming his sherni were lost whenever she came in front of him. He was always surprised how easily she could make him succumb to her. He smiled as he saw her again from afar. Her face with a slight blush still on it, her slightly pouting lips which he could not wait to taste, she was like a siren that never failed to attract him. Like a moth to a flame, his eyes kept straying to her as he watched from the shadows by the pillar.
In his head he roundly cursed the minister who had dropped by his clinic just as he was ready to take her out to lunch. The entire security detail had come in to first empty his clinic and then run him and his staff through their security checks. They had confiscated his mobile and scared his entire staff. The downfall of a clinic close to Parliament were these tiresome ministers and their ill-mannered security officers. He had missed an afternoon with his wife all because the super bloated fool minister was having problems in the bedroom. Maan shook his head trying to tamp his anger down. The guy had droned on and on taking away his precious time and it had taken him back breaking amount of hours to catch up with the rest of his patients.
He looked again at his wife longingly. He had been so busy with his clinic lately that lunch today was a time that she would have desperately wanted with him. As he looked at her loving face, he thought about how he was going to make it up to her. He smiled as he knew that all her eye rolling was a pretense, she could never stay away from him and neither could he from her. As he stepped into the great hall, her mother arrived to welcome him with food and talk. Geet looked away as she saw him getting surrounded by all the females in the vicinity.
Using his most flirtatious voice he said, "Wow, Aaj toh aap bilkul chand ka tukra lag rahi hai ...". Holding her breath Geet shyly looked up at him to see him not even looking at her but her mother. Turning red she looked away fuming silently.
"Mummyji, I think Sasurji is definitely the luckiest man alive. You know I will have to put kaajal ka tikka on you... Wait, one minute". Saying this, he grabbed Geet's face in his hand taking some of her kaajal and applying it to her mother's cheek near her ear. As she fumed silently watching him getting oohs and aahs from all around, he looked at his finger which still held kaajal on it and then muttered "...oh, what to do with this. Here Geet.." saying so he put the rest of the kaajal near her ear. Swiftly he turned to her mother who smiled at him "Chup oye badmaash...". Getting rapidly irritated by the adoring fan club of two, Geet was going to turn away from him when she heard him continue. "You know, I learnt how to make parathas yesterday mummyji".
"Jiju, you are making up stories. Geet told me you had chinese last night" her sister chimed in. "Did you have chinese or not...". Raising his hands he gave up silently as he watched her escape all questions and walk away from the crowd.
Her face flamed with mortification and color suffused it as her heart thudded out of her chest. Surely, he was not going to describe all that happened in that kitchen yesterday. Besharam insaan, mujhe tangg karne ka ek bhi mauka nahi chodta, she thought. She quickly grabbed a glass of water and left the room to escape the memories his words had invoked in her.
It was late in the previous evening and she had been mixing the items to make the paratha dough when two arms had slid around her encapsulating her. Her thoughts had drained completely from her as she inhaled his cologne and felt his taut structure enfold her in his embrace. Her head had lolled back onto his shoulder. While trapping her to the counter his hands had merged with her fingers in the soft dough. Making the dough had turned into a never to be forgotten sensual experience. Several soft kisses on her cheeks and jaw had been followed by more down her shoulders as she tried to focus on the dough. Long warm fingers had played with hers as his heat had surrounded her and when his warm mouth had started kissing her from her nape down her spine she had practically melted into a puddle. Teeth and hands had made quick work of the ties of her blouse and inners. His hands had reached under her blouse to mimic the kneading action there while his thumb grazed her n***le. When his mouth had followed the path of his hands she could barely stand upright. He moved his hands down to her thighs holding her tight to his body and she keenly became aware of his state of arousal. With the slow grinding against her body and his hands working their magic on her she was too lost to even remember her own name. He had picked her up to carry her to their bedroom. The cooking was long forgotten as they had reached for each other. A long time later they had ordered Chinese food to be delivered. Two glasses of cold water later, still blushing from the memory she raised her lashes discreetly to look his way.
If she stayed away from him, she convinced herself that it was well deserved. How dare he spend the better part of the day ignoring her and then make her mush with just a few whispers and a kiss. Granted he was busy but that could not excuse him. Avoiding him throughout the party she felt a laser like look scorch her back everywhere she went. Unavoidably her eyes strayed to him. The slightly wet hair took her back to the many mornings when he had pulled her into the shower with him. As if on cue his eyes met her and noticed the flush on her cheeks. Nervously she bit her lower lip. Smirking to himself, his eyebrow rose slightly as he looked her up and down, focusing on her lips as he slightly touched his tongue to his own lips. She grabbed the ends of her saree and squeezed it tight as she cursed him roundly in her head.
Her husband was a scoundrel, a rogue and the biggest flirt she had ever known and today she was not going to succumb to his wicked charm. She turned her most dazzling smile to the person nearest her who turned out to be one of the waiters. He almost dropped his tray. She looked his way from the corner of her eyes and noticed him hide a smile in his hands. An answering smile made its way to her face and she quickly suppressed it. His long fingers hiding his face made her look again with longing but she steeled herself and left the room walking towards the kitchen to get the cake. It was in the storeroom carefully hidden behind a few large boxes. As she turned on the light, the small ceramic lamp cast dark shadows in the storeroom.
No sooner did she enter the storeroom, the door closed and she felt him behind her. "Sorry baby. Some minister had come for a checkup, jaan. Tum jaanti ho na, they take away mobiles for security. I am sorry baby", he said softly in her ears. The anger left her as fast as it had come. Before she could utter a word he had gathered her to him and kissed her till her toes curled. Feeling an ache settling deep in her belly, she returned his kisses with equal passion. He could feel her body react and she could feel his as he held her close to him. No words were necessary as they remained glued to each other kissing longingly and touching each other frantically.
"Didi, where are you? Did you get the cake?". She heard the whisper of her younger sister in the kitchen. Easing away from him and carrying the cake with her she left the storeroom. She smiled at the muffled groan that emanated from the storeroom. "Thoda badla toh banta hai", she thought to herself.
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