FF: IRREVOCABLY YOURS #2 Will you? pg 124 - Page 4

Originally posted by: -sann-

where is my name??? 😡

add it asap....

vulna matt varna pitungi...😆

Originally posted by: yasu09

Congratulationz on your second thread Mrs Maan Singh Phurana!!!!!

Originally posted by: tes_v1

Congo shongo on the new thread hun!😛

I've been wanting to catch up wid this FF for a while now but just haven't found the time yet! Hopefully, will do soon!

cheers,
Tia

Originally posted by: princess14

hahaha that was too cute and funny of fun but poor geet is horrible terrified! i hope the kiss wakes her up and she doesn't again connect it to the movie! haha

Originally posted by: ansah

just read everything in one go.......

must say it is really nice

loved it.....👏

geet is real nautanki....

so adorable.....

keep writing

do add me 2 ur pm list

thx

congrats for new thread.....keep rocking 😊

Originally posted by: dkmystery

n the elusive Arira Shakti 🤣
who had opened a business of 'you know what' n the cops were looking for both of u 🤣

Originally posted by: roopareddy

hi sam
congrats for new thread
and wish you happy ganesh chathurdi

Maan's piercing and tender gaze touched upon Geet's face as he felt a deep pang etched within his breaking chest. Every cry of anguish that escaped from her sobbing lips, sent thousands of daggers right into his heart. Unable to see her in such a condition, Maan unthinkingly pulled her roughly and forcefully into his embrace. Geet continued to struggle, her fear overwhelmed her dazed senses, thus not allowing her to think or react rationally.

Maan was at a loss of what to do. His soothing words were unheard of as she continued to rant unconsciously. His touch only further enhanced her fears. Pain and angered feelings washed over him as he frustratingly shook her several times. Without thinking, Maan leaned over, his face only inches away from hers. Time stood still as he unforgivably slashed his lips over her, shutting her up with a hot and sizzling kiss.

Geet's screams quieted; her protests were consumed by his searing kiss. The moment he felt her soft lips, Maan lost all his self control and will power. With a groan, his hands slid down from her shoulders and rested upon her waist as he drew her tantalizingly closer. His free hand cupped her cheeks; his fingers softly caressing the softness of her skin.

Geet stared at him open wide, not knowing how to react or respond. Her tears had instantly dried up the moment this possessed sexy man had kissed her so devastatingly. How does one kiss back? She thought to herself; damn her ignorance! She knew naught about the rules of kissing. She may as well have been a nun dedicated to the church for all she knew. Only a year ago, her friends had told her that babies were not created merely by sleeping NEXT to a man.

Her eyes closed momentarily as she felt his hands caressing her cheeks. On a will of her own, she felt her arms rising in response to his touch. Hesitatingly, she softly placed her hands on his jaw and shyly touched his rough stubble. Shamefully, Geet raised herself on tip toes – in order to better receive his kiss. His stubble tickled her, sending her an ecstatic sensation.

Before she knew it, Maan instantly broke the hot and passionate kiss. However he did not step away. Instead to his own surprise – he found himself resting his forehead upon hers. He took a deep controlling breath, willing himself to come back to his own senses.

Geet knew it was a sin to think such x-rated thoughts, but she couldn't deny that she was disappointed that he had ended the kiss so abruptly. Just when she was beginning to feel comfortable! Haila! She feverishly hoped Babaji did not read her mind just then. She stared at his angelic face; transfixed with his ethereal beauty. Will there ever be a time, by which her heart would not skip a beat upon gazing at his face? Will there ever be a time, whereby his simple touch would not send butterflies to flutter in her churning stomach? Will there ever be a time, when she will cease longing to hear his voice?

Geet looked away sadly; she already knew the answer to all of her questions.

The silence between them was suffocating as they walked side to side on the lonesome road. Neither of them had uttered a word after the previous incident. As if it had never occurred, Maan had locked his car and proceeded to walk beside her on the road. Geet didn't have the guts to face him, let alone speak to him. What was she expected to say? Hey I liked your kiss? Or boy you kiss as hot as you look *wink*. Geet shuddered at the thought of her saying such an absurd thing.

Maan inwardly cursed himself at his lack of control. Never had such a situation arose in which he had lost all sense of right and wrong. How could he kiss her so explicitly? Had he frightened her? Maan was so annoyed with himself that he felt the need to break something.

'You really do use your mouth instead' Geet broke in, hopelessly trying to make a joke out of the incident.

Maan coughed into his fist, mildly surprised that she was even talking to him. 'Uh Geet, about that….'

'Now I know how it feels to be kissed by an owl' she murmured with a small smile.

Maan looked at her and narrowed his eyes, 'do you have a freakish obsession with animals?'

'No just with certain owls' she whispered softly.

'What did you say?' He asked, unable to understand her softly spoken words.

'No I don't' she replied in a clearer voice, 'I just have an obsession with stating facts.'

'And pray tell' he replied, 'how is it that I am an owl and not a horse?'

Geet laughed at his words, 'well for starters, you look like an owl'.

Maan's eyes widened in aghast.

Geet noticed his eyes and laughed loudly, 'see' she mused, 'your eyes are as big as an owls! You also have a pointy beak just like an owl. And you hoot more at night!'

Maan had never felt so offended in his entire life. 'Well since where both being so truthful today, I think it's about time someone told you that you resemble a doe deer'.

It was now Geet's turn to give him evils, 'how so?' she enquired.

'Well, they have big round eyes like yours' he pointed out, 'and there also the biggest cowards to ever be seen'.

'Are you calling me a coward, you pompous cow!' She retorted angrily.

'Yes I am you pusillanimous chicken! He snapped back.

'PusilinaaaWHAT?' she asked, 'do I look like a dictionary that could instantly define the meaning of your stupendously long words?'

'Define illiterate and stupidly annoying then?' he asked in a smart ass tone.

'Easy!' she replied back with a merriment expression, 'the answer to that definition is Maan Singh Phurana!' Geet laughed out loud at her witty come-back. Dear god, how on earth did she think of such amazing responses?

Maan turned his face away and smiled when he knew that she wasn't looking. Her happy face was such a pleasure to see, in opposition to gazing at her tear stricken face. For once he allowed her to dwell in her victory, for he didn't have the heart to ruin her special moment.

Maan heard an approaching vehicle heading their way. He looked over his shoulder and noticed a big truck driving towards them. He involuntarily grasped Geet by her arm and hid her behind his broad back. The truck came to a stop as a chubby old man, peered outside his window.

'Do you need any help?' he asked in a cheerful voice.

Maan shook his head, 'no' he muttered.

The man looked at the couple with a worried frown, 'there isn't anything here but a jungle' he replied, 'the town is miles away from here!'

Maan looked uncomfortably at Geet, aware that she didn't have the strength to walk any further. He consentingly nodded his head, as he steered Geet towards the back of the truck. Maan easily lifted himself onto the back of the truck, and then offered his hands to help lift her up.

Once both the couple was sitting comfortably on the hay-filled ground; the truck commenced on its journey. The rocking motion of the vehicle lulled Geet into a sleepy state. Maan noticed her tiredness and motioned her to lie down. Too weary to argue, Geet laid down on the hay and instantly drifted off into a dreamless sleep. It was as if several minutes had passed when she sleepily noticed that Maan had also lain down beside her. Geet was about to fall back asleep when suddenly she felt his arms being wrapped around her waist.

'Mine' he whispered sleepily.

His words sent a jolt to her entire system. She held her breath in anticipation, waiting for him to say something else. But his relaxed breathing indicated that he was fast asleep.

Geet placed her hands atop of his, as she gently scribed her name invisibly on the palm of his hands.

'Yours' she whispered, as a single tear escaped from her sorrow filled eyes.

Did you like it? Did you? If so - comment! HAHA! Oh god I'm so annoyingly persuasive. 😆

Originally posted by: _SiinnceMaan_

Good memories we share, good memories! 🤣🤣