new SS: Forbidden Love part 11 updated on 7/12 - Page 7

PART 2:Forbidden Words

He opened his eyes to the bright morning, disoriented and with a splitting headache. He closed his eyes with a groan and the memory of the night before crept in.

"Oh, what have I done?" he who valued his principles more than anything else in this world had surrendered them for a night of lust. How could he stoop so low! He bent his head in shame, his hands that was pressed to his forehead doing nothing to elevate the pain he was forced to bear. Yet, this was something he deserved for what he had done.

The click of the door made him look up to see Geet coming out of the washroom, fresh and dewy. How she could look so innocent and pure after what transpired last night was beyond him. She shook her hair sprinkling droplets of water around her. Done with her hair, she moved to stand by the mirror and put the sindoor on her Maang. The smile of happiness that adorned her face shocked him. How could she...he had never seen a more devious woman. He was loathing himself for cheating an unknown man and his wife, his co partner in crime, was happily humming a song while she put own the symbols of her never ending loyalty and love to her husband. How could she be so nonchalant about it when she had just washed away the signs of another man's possession from her body. The image of how he had done it stirred the coals of simmering desire in him.he must have made some noise because she turned to look at him.

" Maan! You are awake." Her smile of contentment galvanized him into action. He surged to his feet, momentarily forgetting his aching head. "Aahh!" he groaned in spite of himself, pressing a hand on his temple.

"Maan !" Geet was beside him in a flash. Reaching out a hand to soothe his pain, she asked, "is your head hurting too much? I've ..."

"don't touch me!" he shouted, slapping her hand away. "Your touch makes my skin crawl."

"Maan!" the shock in her whisper made him happy, but not completely satisfied. No she has to pay more, more for demeaning him in his own eyes. Drawing energy from the pain that pulsed in his head, he transformed all his guilt into anger, anger that was directed at her.

"What kind of woman are you? Don't you have any morals? Don't you feel even a tinge of regret for cheating on your husband? Here I am, burning with remorse for cuckolding an unknown man and his wife joyfully puts on the sindoor and mangalsutra of his name, the most sanctified symbols of marriage, without a trace of shame!"

He grabbed her by her elbow and shook her.

"I have my excuse that I was drunk. What about you, Geet? How do you justify what you did, you being married?"

"if you want to know, my excuse is just that! I'm married!"

"Ha! Your excuse is that you are married? I didn't know being married gave you the licence to sleep around...to hop into any available bed...it gave you the freedom to have a tumble with any man!" His voice was harsh, making Geet gasp.

"...hop into...tumble with..." Geet echoed feebly, her voice breaking at the disgraceful images his words presented. "I thought we were making love!"

"Love!" he pushed her away as he sneered. "When did love come into this? It was purely sex...adultery...a night of lust... Make your pick...but it was never love! Last night is something I never want to remember, something I would give my life to erase!"

He turned away from her running his hands thru his hair.

"Maan...don't do this! I know you don't remember..." She pleaded.

He turned back to her in a flash. "It's Maan sir to you. Sharing your body with me doesn't give you the permission to use my name." He said arrogantly then continued, wanting to lash out at her for pointing out his weakness.

" I may not remember some things, but I have not forgotten that it is wrong for a wife to seduce a man outside marriage. Where is your husband Geet? Is he aware what kind of woman he is married to?"

She flinched at the implication he gave to the word woman with his utterance, so full of venom, so full of contempt.

"Or is he in this too...letting his wife trap wealthy unsuspecting males with the lure of her bewitching body? How many have you trapped so far, Geet? Or have you lost count? ...so how much do you charge for a night?"

"Stop...please stop...for the love of god, please stop!" she covered her ears with her hand, trying to block his hurtful, vile words which pierced her heart like thousand daggers. He pulled her hands down forcefully, giving her no respite.

"Tell me Geet , don't be shy! How much do you charge for a night. I don't want any discounts...after all you spend the night with Maan Singh Khurana! Or do you want to wait until you consult your husband? Do you decide the rates together..."

His head jerked back with the force of her slap that resounded in the room.

"That was for my husband, who is unable to defend himself...I'm sure he would want me to do this if anyone talked to his wife the way you did! As for me I guess I deserve everything you said for the fool I have been...for my blind trust in my love."

She turned away, wanting to hide the tears that started to spill over, for he was no longer the person who would understand her pain...no longer the one who felt her pain more than she did herself.

"Get out!" he bit out, jerking her back to face him. " Or else I will forget that I've never hit a woman before! I hate to share the air you breathe! Get out of my sight."

Geet started to laugh. Then shook herself free of the hysteria that threatened. "You got that wrong...mighty Maan Singh Khurana! ...you are in my room...and I give you exactly ten seconds to remove yourself from my presence." With that she strolled over to the balcony with trembling legs that threatened to collapse, yet giving no outward sign of her breaking heart to her tormentor.

Ten minutes later, Maan received a letter in his room along with a glass of lemon juice that he had not ordered.

'Maan,

I hope you will be relieved to know I have made alternate arrangements to reach Delhi. I've made excuses for your behavior ...but today you have broken all limits. In your anger you have hurt me so badly, yet again. Last night might be a one-night stand or a tumble in the bed with your secretary for you, but it was not even remotely the same for me. What I did, I did out of love, something you may not understand or cannot accept.

Since you are the one who gave me a night to remember, to remember my husband, and since you are the one who degraded it to a night of payable sex, I think it is fitting that I should pay you for your night. Take this ring, I think you will find it a worthy payment, one that befits the man whose name I carry.

P S: don't throw away the ring in anger, you will regret it later!'

He emptied the envelop into his palm to catch the engagement ring that he thought looked familiar, but that thought was lost in the absolute shock that paralyzed him, the shock brought on by his so called ex- secretary.

3. RETALIATION

so how was it did u like my Geet? or do u think her final gesture was a bit too much? i wanted her to have an attitude that befits her Husband...she has to have learned something in the past year, in his company😉...she is no longer Miss.Geet Handa, but Mrs. Maan Singh Khurana.

waiting for ur comments, criticism...

me first me first...🥳 🥳
Oh god...yeh kya ho gaya...maan used such filthy words to her...!!!!! cnt believe it he said such harsh words to her..😲 😲 😲
m glad she slapped him to stop him from talking further...!! 😊
he's blaming her n accusin her husband too which caused geet to slap him...!!
has she gone away or what..??
she left a letter for maan...!!
hmm..waiting for the next part..!!!
update soon bindu...!!! 😉 😛

oh dear! Bindu, what have you done. I just turned into mushy pulp and a lot more unmentionable things while reading your OS. Would love to read some more parts on this, and thank you for the pm.

just as i finished reading the first part and was blushing while reading the same, i see the next part uploaded by you, and it had the opposite effect on me. Felt like lashing out at maan myself. Loved geet's character and her reply to maan. *clap clap*

how cud maan say dese words...