PART 64
Geet turned on some music and then sat on the bed seductively next to Maan. Geet put some alcohol on a cotton ball and put it on Maan's injuries. It stinged alittle, Geet blew on the injuries while putting on the alcohol, making it sting and feel cool.
Geet- Mere liye itna lar rahe the.
Geet continued putting on the alcohol, stinging Maan and making him go GAGA over Geet.
Geet- Hmm?
Geet blew on Maan's injuries making Maan moan a bit.
Maan- Tumhare liye to main kuch bhi kar sakta hoon.
Geet continued putting alcohol on Maan.
Geet- Accha.
Geet blew on Maan's injury. Maan quickly grabbed Geet and pulled her against the bed.
Maan- Dhyaan se meri baat sunlo, tumhare bina main kuch bhi nahi hoon, jab tumhe koi haath lagata hain...
Maan touched Geet's cheeks.
Maan- Ya tumhe dard puhnchahta hain, to mujhe bhi dard hota hain. Meri Geet ko koi kuch bhi nahi keh sakta...samjhi tu?
Geet smiled.
Geet- Accha, ab apna chehra to zara dekho! Khoon ke saath bhara hua hain.
Geet wiped of Maan's blood and put alcohol on his cut on his forehead.
Geet- Dard to nahi ho raha?
Maan stared at Geet, not replying to what she was asking.
Geet lightly blew on Maan's forehead. Maan stared at Geet's lips and immediately locked his lips on hers, kissing her. The kiss was filled with passion sharing his love, anger and stress. Geet responded to the kiss.
Maan tightened his grip around Geet's waist as Geet put her hands around Maan's neck. All of a sudden, someone knocked on the door.
Dadimaa- Maan bete, darwaja kholiye.
Geet quickly got up and quietly ran into the bathroom. Maan slowly got up and opened the door.
Dadimaa- Maan beta, Geet kahan hain?
Maan- Pata nahi, vo mere upar davayi laga kar chal gayi. Shaayad vo apne kamre mein hain.
Dadimaa saw Geet's slippers near Maan's bed.
Dadimaa- Lekin uske slippers to yahan hain.
Maan- Han, maine bataya to tha aapko, davayi laga kar chal gayi.
Dadimaa nodded but she still suspected Maan.
Maan- Vo shaayad apne kamre mein ya vo apne parents ke paas hain.
Dadimaa nodded and left the room.
Geet- Haye Babaji, Maan main 2 minutes mein aayi.
Maan nodded.
Geet put a robe around her and went inside her room. By that time, Dadimaa knocked on the door.
Dadimaa- Geet bete?
Geet- Ji Dadimaa?
Dadimaa- Bete main kab se aap ko dhoondh rahi hoon, abhi main pura ghar ka chakar laga chuki hoon, kaha the aap?
Geet- Vo pehle maine Maan par davayi lagayi fir main shower lene lag payi.
Dadimaa- Accha beta, chalo, tumhare liye main kuch laayi thi.
Dadimaa took out two Kundan bangles.
Dadimaa- Yeh Gajre khaandani hain, humare ghar ki Hone vali bahu yeh dalti hain, apni shaadi vale din par. Ab shaadi to baaki hain lekin yeh hum mangani par dete hain. Apne paas rakh lena.
Geet smiled and proudly accepted the bangles.
Dadimaa- Accha, chalo, main chalti hoon. Good Night.
Geet- Good Night Dadimaa.
After 5 minutes, Geet went inside Maan's room. Maan was busy in his laptop.
Geet- Haye Rabba?! Yeh aap kya kar rahe hain?!
Maan- Kitne dino se main office nahi gaya, socha ke kaam mein ab dhyaan rakho.
Geet-BILKUL NAHI! Maan, kitna late ho chuka hain. Chalo chalo, ab sau jao.
Maan- Lekin Geet, kal ko bahut important meeting hain.
Geet- Cancel it all for 2 days, you aren't going anywhere. Ab yahan ghar rahenge aur aaram karenge.
Maan- Geet! Mujhe kuch nahi hua!
Geet- Mujhe kuch nahi sunna. Ab se main aapki mangetar hoon aur mera farz banta hain ke main aapka dhyaan rakhoon.
Maan smirked.
Maan- Lekin, main akela nahi saunga.
Geet- Maan! Aap koi chhota nahi ho!
Maan- Accha? To mangetar ka farz nahi banta ke vo mera dhyaan rakhein? Agar raat ko mujhe kuch ho gaya to?
Maan emotionally blackmailed Geet and Geet instantly jumped on the bed and laid into Maan's room.
Geet- Na Baba Na, itni aasani se main aapko jaane nahi dungi!
Geet switched off the lamp and Geet and Maan fell asleep in each other's arms as usual like they always do, almost every night:p
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Precap- Maan goes to the office without Geet's permission
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