Maaneet Scene-Wishful Thinking & Mo Upd 9/09 p147 - Page 7

Fatal Attraction – Based on the pics posted today…

Geet ran into the dargah to find Maan praying solemnly, She stood stockstill, taking in the picture he made of serenity and peace so far removed from the tumultuous feelings she harbored. She had been frantic ever since the phone call, the breaking of the picture frame and had run to find him and then had had the shattering realization much like the broken glass at home. She loved him. She wanted him. She stood next to him, itching to tell him what she felt, to tell him how she realized what she felt. Why she felt hurt when he spoke those scalding words, why she cared what he thought of her.

He turned to find her next to him and thought, what is she doing here. he had thought she was haunting him but he had just felt the brush of her hand against his and knew she had to be real. He knew Geet's touch. He looked at her questioningly and whispered, what are you doing here? in a harsher tone than he intended. He was trying to hide his feel with a calm faade. Entering the dargah, he had felt his feelings for Geet take root. Deeper, stronger than he felt for anyone. But Maan Singh Khurana would rather die than admit even to himself that Geet drove him insane. He constantly thought about her, hallucinated her presence, smelt her fragrance, hell she stirred him up like no one ever had.

He knew he was fighting a losing battle with himself. He was waiting for her answer which never came, unless you looked at those beseeching brown eyes that pulled him in their vortex, sucking him in them never to want to be anywhere else but them. He turned away and walked towards the exit, sensing Geet following him closely. Again he asked, why are you here geet? Not getting his answer, he decided to treat her to silence.

The went back home. Dadima seemed happy with her halwa which was a small reprieve in otherwise a day that had everything going wrong. He decided to move in with daadi to the main house to care of her and informed geet that she can stay at the outhouse without further disturbance from him.

Geet made a pact to herself of not saying a word about her feelings to maan. She had wanted to run and tell him everything but the harsh tone and steely eyes had abused her of that thought. Couple of days passed by uneventful with hardly a glimpse of each other as if by silent agreement they had kept their distance from each other. Maan knew he should stay away but still wanted to to be near her. It gnawed at him to keep himself aloof. He was ready to do some serious damage to the furniture around and possibly himself by the end the second day when he decided that the pent up energy could be put to use in taking in his dose of exercise.

He changed into his gear and started the exercise routine which was almost a second nature. He with every slash of his hand was slaying the demons his mind had conjured up of Geet. He tried to think everything that he disliked about Geet and keep it at that when an image of her smiling, laughing, twisting her hair in thought would sneak up on his psyche, belittling his efforts and making him angier at himself and his gusto would renew in making the movements even more swift and with precision, to concentrate of what he was doing rather than on Geet.

Geet had been wanting to get a glimpse of maan all day. She had seen him earlier, dressed in office clothes, so she assumed he must have gone to the office after looking into daadi and not returned yet. She had felt better knowing he was not home, but felt listless somehow and had been wandering through the house aimlessly and running her hands on the billowing curtains when she heard faint footwork like thumping in a room not far from where she was walking in the corridor. Wondering who could be, she silently stepped through the door and went towards the coming sound and stopped when saw Maan through sheers that did nothing hide his semi undressed state.

She had seen him clothed in just jeans. She had felt his rippling muscles when he had lifted her out of water. But today, something strange seemed to be happening to her. Her stomach was doing somersaults like a gymnast. She put a hand on it trying to silently get better look at him. She somehow could not take her eyes off him. She pushed the curtain aside, slowly and watched him fascinated at the way his muscles moved with each movement he made for whatever he was practicing. She did not recognize but it resembled what she has seen the local boys do in Hoshiapur.

She tried to pull away her gaze from him but she felt as if she was pulling by a magnet and kept walking slowly towards him of her volition. She came almost at touch distance when her whirled and with some super human effort stopped himself from hitting her though his hand had pulled at her baali and that has somehow gotten tangled in her dupatta.

He stopped, shocked to see that geet had not even blinked when he had come so close to hitting her. She seemed to be in a trance, unblinking eyes staring at him with something he did not want to put a name to but he knew like he knew the back of his hand what it was because he knew it was reflected in his eyes. He had seen that look when he had caught himself looking in the mirror but thinking about her of late. He whispered Geet, but her only reaction was to gulp. He made the mistake of looking into her eyes. He has been wanting to stay away but look at geet all day. He has seen her float by when he had gone to see daadi earlier but that had not been enough, no where near enough. Oh he wanted her. He absently touched her baali, that was snagging her dupatta as if hynotised by her nearness. He as in slow motion, tugged at the ring and saw Geet wince lightly, he said SHHh! I wont hurt you, let me get his out. His fingers skimmed her cool skin beneath the ears to his hot touch and heard her sharp intake of breath. He exhaled, fanning the tendrils that were loose about her neck and face and was lost in the movement. His fingers touched those tendrils forgetting what they were supposed to do. She tried to move her head towards him but had to turn back the other way as her earring pulled at her. She uttered a low Ow! Which Maan caught and then held her head with one hand and went back to releasing the offending dupatta from the earring. Once done, his fingers lingered in her hair and neck. Slowly Geet turned towards him, closing the gap between them. She put her hands on his chest, slick with sweat, she inhaled his fragrance, masculine and heady. She ran her hands put his chest, she had been wanting to do that ever since she has seen him exercise. She wanted to feel those strong muscles sculpting his torso, she traced her fingers on the fan shape of his pectoral muscles and felt him twitch. Maan put his hand on her and whispered hoarsely, Stop it Geet! She looked up to find raw desire shimmering in his eyes. He looked as if he was holding very thinly on to his control. She tried to take her hand trapped under him away but he held it there. Do you know what you are doing to me? He asked huskily. Geet gulped shaking her head. Maan then put his other hand on Geet's neck and traced his finger from ear to the base of her throat and then down to the valley between her breasts. Immediately Geet took her free hand and stilled him trapping his hand. He leaned closer and asked again, Now do you know? Removed his hand and let go of hers and walked away, leaving her standing there stupefied.

Originally posted by: sridevi27

Damn!! Now the CVs better deliver!!

MindBlowing!!! I'm in a trance..😍...mesmerizing....rib ribtickling!...would love to see something like this.😊