Chapter 30 Matured

Chapter 30  - Last Part(18+)

The Bidaai happened and the practical Geet was seen to be super emotional with slight tears in her eyes. Maan admired the beautiful bond and promised to give her happiness all their life.

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Annie left for home early to welcome her Bhai and Geet. Ragini had been kept at bay because that was Maan’s condition if any of them wanted to participate.

Maan's gaze lingered on the portrait of his mother, feeling a pang of longing for her presence, especially on this occasion. He couldn't help but imagine how excited she would have been, her eyes lit up with joy seeing her son married to his favorite girl. The mansion would have been bustling with her warmth and hospitality, now seemed to echo with her absence.

As he looked around at the faces of Sanjeev, Annie, and Vicky, he couldn't shake off the feeling of her missing her touch, her warm smile. The memories of her suddenly flooded his mind.

Despite the welcome arranged by the inhabitants of the mansion, there was a void of her absence. 

Geet looked at him and followed his eyes. She slowly intertwined her palm with his gave it an assuring squeeze. Feeling Geet's comforting touch, Maan's smile widened, reassured by her presence beside him. Her gesture spoke volumes, reminding him that even though his mother was no longer with them, he was no more alone in his longing. 

He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, bringing her closer. He knew the love and support of Geet were a source of solace and comfort for him.

With her by his side, he knew he could navigate through the bittersweet memories and Geet will be there to make his present full of life and color that has been missing from his life after his mother and grandparents left. 

“Okay guys… now you two need to do the rituals” Annie took their attention

Geet did the rituals to take entry in the house. Maan went ahead quickly and forwarded his hand to her

“Welcome, lady of my life and lady of this house.” Geet smiled and entered. She looked at him, this house and then his mother’s portrait

“I promise, I will make this house the home just like you had wished. I promise to make this house a happy place for your son and your coming generations” she promised to his mom.

After that they had few after marriage fun rituals in which Maan willingly let his wife win every time. Later he got bored

“Hogaya, yaa aur jitna hai” Geet looked at him, smiled and blushed

“Annie, I am tired now” declared Geet and everyone understood. 

“Now can we get some privacy, I want to take my wife to our room” and everyone left knowing very well that he was now done with their presence. The coldness that Maan had instilled within him for them could be felt. Even though he let them participate, except for Annie, he was still unable to connect with anyone. 

Sanjeev looked around Annie and Vicky and signaled them. 

After they were alone in the hall, Maan picked his inspiration in his arms “Maan”

“Shhh.. not a single word I want to hear” and he walked up to his floor with his wife in his arms. Geet all the while had her arms wrapped around his neck.

“You made me win all the games downstairs.. any reason” She asked, teasing him

Maan reached his room and placed her on the decorated bed “because I have a plan to win the main game that matters” he said hovering over her, sensually scanning her face, touching her with his eyes.

“The one that’s gonna happen here, now” he said in husky voice making Geet shudder and turn all red.

Geet gathered herself from his charismatic persona and pulled him to her by grabbing his sherwani in her fists “before that go out and come back again. You need to lift my veil”

“Really?” 

“hmmmm..” she nodded. Maan gave a disapproving sigh but left.

He was back again to see her sitting on bed with her veil covering her face. Smile on his face seeing her trying to be traditional. He has to obey all her wishes, fulfill them all. She was his home, his world.

Maan got something from the wardrobe and reached her while Geet’s eyes traveled  at his moves through her veil. She wondered if he had some gift for her. Maan placed the packet beside her and made himself settle on the bed.

Geet smiled within her veil. Ohh.. the feeling was so beautiful. Maan sat there still, admiring her covered like that. She was his, completely his. He lifted his hand to hold the end of the veil and slowly lifted it to see her beautiful, soft, delicate yet radiant face in front of him. Maan lifted his hand, cupped her round face between his palms, cradled her face to lift her gaze up to meet his. His thumbs rubbed against her soft cheeks, filling Geet with thousands of butterflies in her belly. 

She was his and he was hers. Her professor, her author, her mysterious podcast man and her crazy weirdo, was now finally hers, completely.

Looking directly into her eyes, he brought his face closer to hers, filling her flushed face with his hot breath. He kept admiring her inviting shivering lips, took his own time, teasing her senses and slowly placed his lips on hers. Geet closed her eyes, opened her lips for him, submitting herself completely to him. 

Sucking her lips, nibbling them softly, tasting the salt of her lip gloss and then the soft skin behind it, her gave a  little strong bite in her lower lip, making Geet open her mouth for him to evade inside her. Geet’s one hand went around his nape, while the other held his sherwani in a tight fist. Maan placed his right hand on the back of her head, cupping it in his palm while his other hand possessively went around her petite waist. Increasing the intensity of the kiss, sucking her more, he lowered  her to lay on bed and placed himself almost on top of her.

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Well they came out of the bath after an hour as moments and sessions still continued there.

By the time they came down it was already lunch time. As Ragini settled, Geet could feel the tension featuring on Maan’s face. She placed her hand on his and squeezed it. Their eyes briefly met, she gave a slight nod , giving her eyes a confirming close, telling him, he did not need to worry, she will take care of such mess.

Well he knew he was not good at handling such scenarios. Either he would sulk in loneliness or would savagely answer them rudely.

“let’s all start with lunch” Geet broke the awkwardness.

“Geet, Dad got the lunch prepared specially for you and Bhai.”

Geet looked at Sanjeev and nodded. He was her husband’s father, she could not show disrespect to him, especially when Maan was himself not able to disrespect him but she could not be too respectful to him either.

“All rules for the newly wed girl of this house are gone in the drain. The bride is supposed to make food for whole family on her first day but here the queen landed down at lunch hour”

Ragini poured out the built up venom. Maan pushed his plate aside and got up “I am done”

“Maan, please sit down.” Geet requested and held his wrist to make him sit

“Maan beta, baith jao beta. I have got it done all for you.” Maan just stayed standing, he was seething with anger. 

“I am sorry from her side. Please take a seat Maan” requested Sanjeev. Maan closed his eyes. It had been so easy to move out when Mr. Khurana was ruthless. But with his plea, Maan could not disrespect this man. 

Yes, this man has ditched his mother, made her feel lonely to the extent that she left the world, left him to lead his life lonely but after all this he was his father. He had birthed him, he was the man his mother loved immensely and he was his only blood connection. 

“Maan” Geet called to get his attention. He turned to see her pleading eyes. At last he settled but gave a sharp look at Mr. Khurana

“Now she will teach my wife what to do and not do in this house. Last person from whom my wife needs to learn her ways. My wife is the queen of this house, can you please clear this to your wife, Mr. Khurana.”

“I will explain to her. You calm down and have your lunch. Bachpan me jo sab tumhen pasad tha sab banwaya hai”

“Bachpan kab dekha aapne mera” Maan said, the crack in his voice directly reached Geet. It pained her. Geet saw how Mr. Khurana closed his eyes in guilt.

Geet rubbed his back “Maan” he looked at her “mere liye… “ she pleaded. He nodded and they quietly finished the lunch.

That time Geet knew she had to fix the relationship between father and son. Maan can hide his pain behind his rudeness with Mr. Khurana but his heart which has yearned for father love from childhood was still looking for it somewhere.

Mr. Khurana had been wrong, very very wrong. But he genuinely wanted to mend his ways with Maan but was not able to gather guts. She has to slowly work to mend the relationship between the two. This relation was the need for her husband. He must be the strongest man but the son in him, deep down, was craving for father’s love.

Geet was standing at the entrance of his art room. There were so many wonderful paintings done by him, each told the story of his life in many ways. The couple of them were still covered. She was lost in looking at the art from far, standing at the door when a hand possessively slid in her waist. Geet smiled knowing the one and only one who could be. Next he placed his chin on her shoulder

“Why looking from far”

“I thought you won’t like me intervening in your private zone”

Maan held her shoulder and swiftly turned her to him and then encapsulated her within his arms by circling his hands around her petite waist. Their eyes locked and he pulled her closer

“I am all yours in all ways. Everything that is mine is yours, without a single doubt”

Geet’s eyes brightened “are you sure? You mean I can uncover them”

Maan moved his lips to her eras and whispered sending hot breath near her ears “You have already bared me, peeled every cover of me” Geet smiled, turning red , hit his chest

“you are getting too much out of control”

He pulled her closer “No Darling, I am holding off for honeymoon”

“This is holding off.. the way you are unleashed”

“This is the leashed version baby” he brought his face closer, Geet playfully pushed him away

“leave, I am going to see the art of my artist”

“Fine. Go get bored, I will catch up with some work.”

Geet entered his art room and started roaming around to see each painting that he had created.. Each one told a different story, one thing being common was, each told the story of his emotional outpour. The paintings clearly told the emotional struggles that he had been bearing his whole life. 

It has only been with her that he had been able to park his emotional struggles and be a different man., the man that is hidden from all, the man who had been waiting all his life for her to make entry into his life. Geet promised herself to bring happiness in his life in all ways, to fill all the emotional gaps in his life.

She, at the end, went to uncover the two covered paintings.. what did they hold, she wondered.

Geet unveiled one painting. The surprise took over her and she felt overwhelmed with the finding of how high he thought of her. The painting was titled 

“Women of substance- My life”

The painting consisted of a wonderful culmination of his  mother and her. The painting beautifully showcased what his Mom stood for him, why he was so fond of her. Seeing from his view, his mother’s respect in her eyes went even higher. Then the way he had merged her with his mother, mingling  their similarities and uniqueness. She again wondered, was she this special, the way he saw her. 

Geet felt a tear drop at the corner of her eyes. This man has ways to turn practical like her to become emotional in his love.

She then uncovers the other painting. With what she saw, Geet brought her hands on her mouth to control her overflowing emotions. It was her and only her. He titled it as “My world, I am yours”

This level of submission he has for her. And what a painting.. so many forms of hers mingled with each other.. Her practicality, her strength, her care, her love, he has mingled them in her one painting.

As Geet unveiled the second painting, her emotions surged uncontrollably as she witnessed what lay before her. With trembling hands, she brought them to her mouth, trying to contain the flood of emotions. It was a portrait of her, and her alone. Titled "My world, I am yours," it spoke volumes of the depth of his devotion to her.

The painting captured the essence of who she was in myriad forms, each blending seamlessly into the next. Her practicality, her strength, her tenderness, her love—all intricately woven together in a masterpiece that mirrored her personality so beautifully.

In awe of his perception and the depth of his love, Geet was moved beyond words. And as she stood there, gazing at the painting, she felt overwhelmed. Could not believe how beautifully he had captured her essence, reminding her again and  again, the depth of his love for her.

How can she not submit to his madness? She knows, it is never enough for him, he wants endless of her.

Next day they set off for a couple of weeks of honeymoon time.

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tellyme2024-05-04 17:41:56