Maneet FF:Dreams ~4~ Part 39, page 125 :) - Page 63

A few weeks later, Maan was jolted awake in the middle of the Sunday afternoon with the retching sound coming from the bathroom. He ran a hand over the other side of the bed and found it empty. Throwing the covers aside he rushed to the attached bathroom and found Geet spilling her guts out.

"Geet!!" panic clutched his heart as he ran towards her and held her hair back. Geet continued to empty the stomach contents while Maan looked on horrified as he gave a shout to Nakul. Geet had started having her bouts of nausea. Even though Daadima and Geet told him it was normal, Maan still hated to see his Mishti go through it every morning. But now things had started getting worse. Geet was throwing up at all odd hours making Maan loose his mind.

An hour later they were seated opposite her regular OB/Gyn.

"Mr. Khurana. This is normal in pregnancy." The doctor turned her head slightly to meet his eyes.

"Normal? How can this be normal? She practically curls into a ball and throws up everything she has eaten."

Geet gave a reluctant smile to the doctor. She had begged Maan to relax and told him that nausea was normal in pregnancy but he wouldn't listen. "Morning sickness should be in the morning. She is throwing up the whole day. You need to do a full check up"

The doctor smiled as she gave him an assuring look. "I understand your fear Mr. Khurana. Some women get it more than others. I would just recommend rest and plenty of water. On the positive side, this is a sign of a healthy pregnancy"

Geet raised her eyebrows at Maan and nudged him in the side as if saying I told you so. Frustrated he left the office with Geet and she was placed on complete bed rest.

Adrenalin surged through his veins and his stomach tightened at the fact that there was nothing he could do to make things easier for his Geet. She had to go through this phase and there wasn't a damn thing he could do. This happiness was coming at a greater price that he had fathomed. Geet sensed his trepidation for she intertwined their hands and placed a kiss on his shoulder as they walked slowly to the car. "I will be fine Maan." She spoke softly as he fished out the keys and opened the door for her.

Once Maan was inside the confines of the car, she spoke again, "Meri chinta mat kijiye."

"Chinta kaise na karoon Geet?" he gave her a wretched look.

"To theek hai karte rahiye.. Mujhe accha lagta hai when you are tensed. Bada mazaa aata hai mujhe aapko takleef mei dekh kar" She crossed her arms over her chest and looked out the window.

He let out a panted breath and closed his eyes. Placing his finger under her chin, he made her look at him. "Geet, I never thought this would be so hard on you" She placed her hand over his wrist; she blinked back the tears but recovered quickly. Looking up to meet his eyes, she spoke "It isn't. Believe me."

They exchanged a long look; the unspoken fears in his dark eyes probed her. Finally, she broke the silence that stretched in the air. "Ghar chalein."

Maan followed everything the doctor said. He placed crackers near her bedside for any time she felt nauseated. Geet was put on bed rest. She was forbidden to do any house work. "Maan, I am pregnant, not diseased" she argued. What ensued later was nothing less than a world war. She had apologized for her choice of words but Maan had become more firm in his decisions.

"You are incorrigible" she shouted at his receding back. He smiled as he turned back, walked up to the side of the bed and kissed her. It was hot, it was hard, it turned her insides to a mush and it made her forget what exactly she was arguing about.

"This is not going to work every time, you know" She pouted. He rested his forehead over hers. "It's working right now, isn't it??" he nudged his nose on her cheek.

"Not fair!" she complained as she placed her hands over his chest not been able to make her mind if she wanted to push him away or pull him closer.

"I know!! But for my sake and peace of my mind, won't you listen?"

"Do I have a choice?" She groaned as she furrowed her brow. Maan was anxious and she understood. He nodded his head in negative. "Not every time Geet"

She groaned loudly and was rewarded with a chuckle. She knew it was futile arguing with him so she gave in to his demands. She had her food in her room and went for walks with him in the evenings. Maan made sure she was kept away from all stress and tensions.

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Three months into her pregnancy, Geet had started getting better with the nausea subsiding. It hit her fewer times and she felt rejuvenated. She could keep few morsels down and accompanied Maan to office two days a week. The different environment relaxed her, she had argued. Maan and Daadima kept eye on what she ate and how much she rested. She wasn't allowed to stress herself. Her pregnancy had been going smoothly.

Maan entered the room and found her sleeping peacefully turned to her side. His walked softly and bending on his knees placed a feather kiss on her belly. He looked at her glowing face and a smile of contentment came on his face. He stood up softly, picking up a change of clothes headed towards the bathroom when he heard a grumbling voice of Geet.

"Haan haan…ab to mujhe ek kiss bhi mat karo."

He frowned as he moved towards the bed "Geet? Are you awake?"

"Nahi. Main bahut gahri neend mei hoon" came the reply.

He shook his head and chuckled at her antics as he went to change his clothes. A few minutes later, he curled behind her on the bed and placed a kiss on her shoulder. "I thought you were sleeping"

"Hmmm" she replied sleepily.

"Why don't you sleep? We will talk in the morning"

"Haan ab baat bhi mat karo mujhse" she spoke under her breath annoyed.

Maan chuckled loudly "Are you seriously jealous of your own baby?"

As she turned around to give him a dirty look, Maan moved a little back "Can you blame me? This baby is inside me and you act this way. Wonder when he is out, you won't even look at me"

"Geet…yeh kya bol rahi ho?"

"Aur nahi to kya? Ek baar baby baahar aa gaya to aapke paas to mere liye time hi nahi hoga"

Maan groaned as he threw his head over the pillow" You know generally husbands fear that their wives will ignore them once the kid comes. Yahan to ulta hi hisaab hai"

"Because you know, I will never ignore you" she retorted.

"And I will??" he was pleasantly shocked at her behavior.

"Baad ki baad mei dekhnege, Aap to abhi se mujhe ignore kar rahe ho" she complained.

Maan's heart swelled with a knotted feeling of love and passion as he looked at her. She certainly made things interesting for both of them. He leaned in closer, pulling her towards him and kissed her hard on her lips. "Still think I am ignoring you??" She pretended to think for an answer to his question.

Maan rolled onto his back quickly with a jerk, taking her along with him. Geet gasped at the sudden moment as he settled her snugly on top of him, his arms holding her securely pressed to his body. She leaned down to brush her lips against his and pulled back. Satisfaction filled her as she felt his body go tense at her simple act. But her smirk was wiped off when Maan teased and nibbled at her fuller bottom lip. Geet's hair dangled around their faces making a pale curtain of scented silk. Maan loved the way she purred. Running a hand in her silky tresses, his fingers digging deep into the scalp, he deepened the kiss. The air around them was filled with passion, Maan broke the kiss reluctantly and his words fanned against her mouth "You didn't answer me, Geet" he spoke huskily.

Her hands moved greedily over his chest as he relaxed her on his side. Mesmerized by the silky texture of her hair, he gathered it in his hands, caressing it gently. He buried his face in it, inhaling her fragrance. Then he slowly lifted the hair from her neck and kissed the sensitive spots underneath and was rewarded with another moan. He kissed her all along the throat before he captured her mouth for even deeper kiss.

The mischievous smile that tugged at her lips drove him wild as his hand slid inside her kurti. Maan smiled as her breathless moan gave him the answer he had been searching for. "Answer me Mishti" He asked again, his lip in the hollow of her throat nibbling and kissing his way down towards her cleavage. All he heard was a gurgle that came from deep inside her throat. His lips curled into a smile before he nipped her exposed skin just above her cleavage. The rough texture of his beard send a shiver of goose bumps all over her body as she clasped his shoulders and arched her back giving his access and permission he had being seeking. Very gently he eased the fabric off her shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses behind. His eyes searched hers and found them filled with eagerness. Her hands reached out behind his head and she softly rubbed the back of his neck. They stared at each other for sometime before he brought his face close to hers, kissing her hard, his lush lips warm and open on hers. And then his tongue explored her mouth with a sense of urgency.

Every fiber in her tired body came alive as Maan showered her with love. She felt him stealing her every breath away, her ears thrummed loudly as her blood gushed through the veins. She swooned at the inevitable feelings that were building inside her. The way Maan moved and twisted, their bodies connected in every intimate way possible, the deep sounds of his harsh moans and the feel of his hot chest, his weight over her all combined together send her into a world of ecstasy.

She opened her eyes and found herself gazing into Maan's handsome face hovering just above hers. His forehead covered with sheen of sweat, his lips parted slightly as he panted rapidly, his eyes glowing with intense passion. She whimpered out his name as she brought a hand to touch his cheek. He groaned and bent his head to kiss her. His soft, greedy full lips met hers in gentle assault, his tongue plundering deep into the soft depths.

The pleasure was overwhelming. Suddenly he was everywhere at once---- in her, over her, around her. The kiss transported them to some other world. As his hard and insistent body rocked her, she lost herself in him again.

Maan watched her as her lips curled up in a content smile, her eyes twinkling with love and felt a wave of warmth spread across him. He felt himself relaxing in her presence and it was the same every time he was with her. Laying her head over his chest, he heard her murmur a good night.

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She was dreaming of her future, their future when the loud ringing of the phone broke the silence of the room bringing her back to reality and waking up both of them. Groaning loudly Maan flipped his phone open, but was instantly awake when he heard frantic voice of Naintara on the other side. Geet opened her eyes, blinking slowly through the bits and pieces of the forgotten dream as she took in the appearance of Maan's worried face.

"Slow down Naintara, I can not understand a word you are saying" He said as he placed his feet firmly on the ground before getting up.

"I cannot do this Maan Veerji" She sobbed. "He is here, I don't think I can handle it anymore" she hiccupped between her sobs.

"Who is there?"

"Dev! Dev is in Mumbai and keeps pestering me to forgive him. I tried, I really did. Believe me. But I cannot. I cannot involve him in my life anymore. You need to do something."

Maan ran a hand over his head in frustration as he looked at Geet's worried face and listened to Naintara's woes. "I will be there. Don't worry about a thing" He needed to put a final stop at all the misery caused by his brother and for that if he had to go to Mumbai. He would do that.

Geet stared at him as he ended the call, it had to be something major for him to tense up so quickly. Her heart sank to the bottom of her stomach with every passing minute. His face was unreadable as he held the phone in one hand and looked at her.

Geet felt her heart plunge even harder as she asked "What is it Maan?"

"That was Naintara" He paused "I have to go to Mumbai."