Priya after reading the update pweej don't strangle me as I am sure u would love to . . . BTW whatever I have done I did it on purpose . . . I am taking sanyas from CC for a few hours till u will be online . . . you see, I am not in mood of getting bashed . . . aur karo mujhe blame . . . ab bhugto . . . BTW what is ur age . . . dont tell me . . . mjhe pata hai lekin you dont know it . . . read the update apne app pata lag gaye ga . . .
CHAPTER 3
"The wedding Night . . . Part 3"
Geet walked over to the door as she gave Maan a 'This-isn't-over-yet' look. She twiddled the knob and just when she was about to open the door, two strong arms encircled her waist and pulled her backwards. Before she could pry his hands off her, Anwesha barged into the room.
Maan pretended to be oblivious of the fact that someone was there in their room and he instantly swept Geet off her feet and did the last thing she expected.
He kissed her hard on the mouth.
Her eyes widened in shock. So now he would kiss her in front of others so that she can't kick him. She wanted to smack him there and then but she couldn't. Not with Anwesha standing right over her head. What was this jerk up to?
Anwesha turned her back as she flushed and ran out of the room shutting the door behind her.
It was then Geet kicked him and this time it was real hard. Maan's eyes went red in pain as he held his thighs and a smirk flickered at the corner of her mouth as she watched him cry silently in pain. Maan looked at her with utter rage as he went inside the washroom. Geet crossed her hands over her chest as she had a self-satisfied smirk on her face. She knew he was pain.
Geet decided to ask Anwesha why she was here and with that she opened the door only to find Anwesha standing outside the door.
"God, I will never . . . ever . . . barge into your room . . . I thought Bro wasn't romantic but I got the shock of my life" Anwesha said, as she suppressed a chuckle and Geet went red in anger but Anwesha mistook it as blushing.
"Was there anything important" Geet asked, trying hard to hide her annoyance.
"Someone doesn't want to be disturbed" Anwesha sneered and all Geet could do was give Anwesha a small smile.
"Should I get a DO NOT DISTURB sign board for your room"
That was it.
One . . . her so called husband was irritating the crap out of her.
Two . . . her friend and so called sister-in-law was rubbing on the raw nerve.
"You sure didn't knock at my room at 1 AM as you wanted to tease me, so may I know the reason you barged into my room" Geet said, clearly annoyed.
"Someone is angry their private moment got disturbed" Anwesha continued with her tease game not realising one bit had she not been Geet's friend and Savitri Devi's granddaughter Geet would have literally chewed her head off.
"Anyway, you are right I didn't come here to tease you, keeping in mind how smitten bro is by some, you know, sexy hot woman who is his wife I'll get many more chances to pull your leg. Right now, change into a saree and come downstairs some of the relatives are leaving and Mom wants you to be there." Anwesha said as smiled and took her leave.
Sulking, Geet entered her bedroom and pulled out her suitcase that was kept under the bed and selected a deep blue saree.
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Fuming, Maan sat on the couch watching TV and waiting for his annoying wife to come back. He had scores to set.
Dev came into Maan's room as he crashed on the bed and heaved a sigh of relief "God! Bro why do people have relatives"
"Come to point" Maan stated, coldly.
Dev sat on the bed as he said "I had to see of five families at the airport as Dadi ma wanted me to. And you know what, five others are in cue--" Dev stopped speaking as he realised Maan was least interested.
It was then his eyes fell on--
Was that water bag--
"Bro why is that water bag placed right between your legs and why do you look like you're in pain" Dev asked amused at the sight in front of him.
Maan shot a deadly glare at Dev as he instantly stopped and exited the room. Dev was already on the edge because of the so called relatives who were teeming all over his head, the last thing he wanted was to face Maan's wrath. There was nothing good about being told off rather chewed off on your brother's wedding and that too at the hands of groom himself.
Maan was so not going to leave Geet for this.
Ok! He kissed her but come on a kick for a kiss. 'Yeh kahan ka insaaf hai yaar'
But why did he kiss her.
After what she had done . . . hadn't he learnt his lesson? Then why, why did he enjoy the kiss. Why couldn't he stop thinking about the kiss? Why was he thinking so much? He kissed her as he wanted to. He is Maan Singh Khurana and he gets what he wants. He doesn't need a reason for wanting things. Whatever he does, he is not answerable to anyone. Not even to him.
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Geet yawned as she sat midst the flock of ladies who were practically shrieking and cheery top they called their shrieking singing. God! If the relatives were leaving, why on earth was she made to sit in the living room? Haven't they already seen her that they can't leave without catching a glimpse of her? She was damn irritated.
Finally after what seemed like ages, Mrs Priya Khurana, Geet's Bari Ma cum Mother-in-law told her to go take some rest as in the morning there were some games to be played. She smiled as she literally made a mad dash to her room. Closing the door behind her, she sighed. God! She was exhausted. She did not bother changing as she crashed on the bed.
And then--
She heard a yelp.
It was Maan.
Because of the dark, she had literally crashed onto his body and her knee had found its place right between his legs.
He was already in immense pain, why on earth was this girl suppose to jump over him.
He smirked as he realised the position they lay in. Payback time so called Mrs Maan Singh Khurana.
Maan rolled over as Geet was now under him. Even though it was pitch dark, the mischievous glint in Maan's eyes did not miss her eye. She knew he would kiss her but she also knew she would kick and as a matter of fact he was already yelping in pain. One more kicks and he would be down.
She waited for him to make a move and he would be so dead.
Maan wasn't exactly a fool that he would willingly jump into a Lioness den; he knew what he had to do now. He held her thighs as he locked her legs behind his back and held them firmly. Her eyes widened in shock and anticipation . . . now how was she supposed to stop him.
"Think Geet . . . Dimak ke ghore dorha . . . think sweetie" Geet's mind screamed.
And before she knew it, she felt something cold yet warm touch her lips . . . his lips . . . their lips met.
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Precap: Stop kissing me
Before I get bashed for short update . . . I am still writing another part will b up in a few hours . . .
Edited by 7thHeaven - 14 years ago
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