19.A night of fulfillment.
A strange sense of apprehension gripped her as she waited for Maan. Finally she was here, in his room, in his bed, surrounded by the garlands that decorated the cot. The room beautifully decorated with flowers, candles and the glittering curtains. Yet she was restless...was this how the brides felt, while they waited for their groom with bated breath? She didn't know about others, but she surely was starting to feel lonely...a kind of like stranded in a beautiful island. She wondered what was taking Maan so long! It was sheer absurdity to admit that she missed Maan now...they had parted company hardly an hour before. But today, he was before her eyes for the whole time that her eyes craved for him...her hands missed his warm hold...!
He was looking so handsome in the maroon sherwani, his eyes filled with love, a constant smile lurking in the corner as if his mouth, a triumphant tilt to his head...but he was more than a handsome face and a athletic body, much more...she thought with pride the gift he had given her and her family for the wedding...the presence of Jassi in the ceremonies to complete their family! Though with medicines and physiotherapy, her condition had improved a lot, Jaspreet was still not well enough to leave the hospital. Maan had made arrangements for Jassi to attend the marriage, without moving from her hospital bed...he had arranged for a live telecast of the ceremonies, exclusively for Jassi!
The movement of the opening door alerted her... she quickly pulled her ghoonghat down and settled herself as the typical bend kneed bride posture she had watched in movies...what was it that Beeji had advised? "...don't talk too much, keep your head down in submission and when he opens the ghoonghat, keep your eyes down cast."
Thru' the corner of her eyes she saw Maan lift the curtain of flowers and sit down at bed facing her. She waited for him to lift her ghoonghat and lift her face...
Maan looked at his Geet, once again as his bride...looking more beautiful than ever! The thoughts of their last wedding night crowded to his mind, unbidden...that time he had to restrain himself for the sake of their child...but today, he looked at her with an indulgent smile and wondered at the strange stillness about her. Other than the hands that twitched her wine red lehanga and the pearly white teeth that worried her lower lips, she was utterly still, not even a peek!
He took her hand in his and asked, "what is it Mishty? Why are you troubled?"
She shook her head her face still bend down. On an impulse, instead of lifting her ghoonghat, he bend down and peered at her. She rolled her eyes and looked at him sternly. That made him sit straight and lift her chin so that she would look at him. She tried to resist...
"What is it Mishty? He asked again.
"Maan ,why don't you ever do what is expected?"
"Oh! What was expected?"
"And to believe he was married once!" she muttered under her breath before saying aloud, "Maan aren't you supposed to lift my ghoonghat first?"
"Oh!" he did as instructed, holding back a smile and asked, "Now?"
"How do I know? I wasn't married before!" she retorted, immediately realizing what she had blurted out and said taking his hand, "Maan , I'm sorry...I didn't mean.."
Maan put a finger across her lips and ordered, "chup bilkul chup! Let me concentrate..."
He closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them to see Simran watching him expectantly.
He framed her face in his hands and said, "Did I tell you how beautiful you look today? I am sure if there are angels and fairies, they will all be bowing down before my Mishty. I'm afraid even to blink my eyes...lest I find all this is a dream... that you are still a mirage. May be I need reassurance.." With that he touched his lips to hers almost in reverence. Soon the hearts started racing fast.
"Beautiful as you look with all this adornment... I'm sure you would not want them on while sleeping...let me help you get it off ..." he looked at her for confirmation and got it in her shy nod.
He removed her Maang teeka first, holding her eyes captive with his as he leaned towards her to kiss her forehead. His fingers skimmed down her face to reach her ears. He removed her heavy earings softly, caressing her ear and making her giggle ticklishly. His lips replaced his hands, while his hands moved to her other ear. Then his clever hands brushed down the length of her neck to reach for her necklace.
As his lips circled her neck in tiny kisses to replace the necklace that adorned her neck, she close her eyes and lifted her face to give him better access. His mouth, which started an upward journey along her neck, found the fast paced pulse point at her neck and caressed it with the tip of his tongue, as if to soothe. It had the opposite effect of adding to the acceleration and Simi gasped in response, gripping his shoulder. With a soft chuckle that was a warm sensation against her skin, his lips traveled the rest of the way to reach hers. His mouth sought hers in a promising kiss as his hands started pulling out the pins that held her hair and gently massaged her scalp.
"My poor darling...how it must have hurt you to hold all this torturous pins..." he murmured, ending the kiss. Brushing his hands down the length of her hair he shifted so that they were lying down. He caressed her face with butterfly touches and said, looking into her eyes that now held mysterious depths,
"You know my Mishty doesn't need any added adornments to make her beautiful...she just needs to lift her eyes and look at me and I cannot find anything more enticing in this world...she just needs to curve her lips in a smile and I am bewitched."
His caressing hand encountered the Kamadr bandh and he sighed. He lifted himself on his elbow and tried to disengage the hook.
"How many ornaments did they make you wear, Mishty?" he complained to which Simran giggled. That fascinated him, the way her soft stomach trembled at her giggle. But the hook seemed too stubborn to open to his prying fingers. He bent his head down and tried to widen the loop of the hook with his teeth. Her smooth skin jumped in response, making him linger and making her moan. Drawn by her sexy moan, he slanted his mouth over hers again and kissed her fiercely, hungrily and demanding. She kissed him back with all the sweetness of her love and all the heat of her awakened desire...
so did i make it good, the much anticipated SR? or do u feel like throwing 'tamatar' at me? eagerly awaiting ur comments...
here is a shock for u:
His eyes fell on the paper that was anchored on the table with her photo. He took it in his hand with a smile expecting a love note. He was so bewildered when he read it that he read it, that he re-read it...
'Maan , I love you with all my being, I know you love me too. ...I'm sorry that I'm leaving you like this...without an explanation...but I can't make myself do that now! Forgive me, but I need some time...some time away from u. don't come after me...it's just that I can't be with you now. Please don't hate me, because I can't live without you! Yours only, Simran.'
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