Heaven is a Place on Earth – Part 2
Maan had been ogling his wife all evening. He could not take his eyes off her, he had wanted to make love to the minute he had seen her in the Saree, black with white sequins that winked at him every time she walked or moved, his body thrumming in reaction as if she had slithered her body against his. He had been fantasizing ever since he had put that dangling ear ring and he had even told her his intention in no uncertain terms. They had shared glances all evening which he had ensured would remind her of his words. He knew they had mastered the art of talking with eyes to a fine level. He smiled his lopsided one in self derision at the devilry within him. But Geet brought out the best and the worst in him.
He remembered that day one year back when he had pulled her back from leaving him in a huff, proclaiming that she was going to live on her own and that he did not need to marry her in pity.
He again smiled at his devilish attitude at assuming his right where she was concerned. He had always done that but that day he remembered clearly. Oh he was right, they were nowhere near finished and he was not letting her go now that he had made her agree to marry him. He knew it had been a split second decision but he knew the answer where Geet was concerned in his gut. He knew he will never let her go more than few feet away from him.
She was pregnant with someone else's child but he was he had been shocked not that she had given herself to anyone other than him but that she might have loved someone enough to do that. Hearing her story had been like a knife twisting inside him inch by slow inch. He now knew what black rage meant. He was going to find the guy and kill him, he had silently vowed to himself. He was going to make sure that he tortured him the way Geet had been tortured by her own brother for no fault of hers. He had felt his protective instinct come to a level where he could have smashed anything that dared lift a finger at Geet, let alone touch her. And his marriage proposal had been just that.
He had connected the dot as she had relayed the story to him, the land, the Amritsar visit everything. He had understood her even better now. He had understood her hesitation, her instinct to run. He knew he will have to assure her with words and even though he was not into saying too much he knew he will have to tell Geet more often than not how much he loved her.
He had done just that. He had pulled her close and told her "Geet, tum mujhe chor ke jaane ki sochna bhi mat, baat to bahut door ki hai, mein tumhare saath poori zindagi bitana chahta hoon."
Geet had squirmed trying to exert her pride even though she had not tried to move away. Her eyes had always told her the truth and then they had told her, "Hold me" and he had done just that. He had taken her in his arms and held her tight and said, "mein tumse pyar karta hoon Geet, bahut pyar karta hoon aur tumhare har Ansh se pyaar karoonga. Mein darr gaya tha Geet, ek second ke liye, kahin tum ehsaan maan kar to mujhse shaadi nahi kar rahi ho? mein ye bardaasht nahi kar sakoonga." And had squeezed her in his arms letting her know what it meant to have her in his arms. He had let know without words how much he needed her. Geet had then cried and he had melted even more, he had never been able to see her tears. He had then told her they were getting married and he had then moved heaven and earth to get it organized the next day. He also ensured that this rushed wedding would not be anything like her last, he was going to do it in court, in front of the magistrate, make it legal so that she had that assurance of him being hers, legally as well as body and soul.
They had come to the office after the wedding and had found it all decorated and congratulations waiting for them from the staff. He had been surprised and had asked Adi what was going on when Adi had informed that Daadi had told them about the wedding.
He had smiled at his Daadi's deviousness. But yes he was too happy to be mad at anyone that day. He had started a new life with Geet that day and today was another beginning for them.
He had changed into shorts after the party and had gone to the adjacent room as Geet had gone to change her clothes in the dressing room to check on their son Ansh, who was sleeping peacefully. He had not been able to resist touching his index finger against his cheek and Ansh had woken up whimpering. He had then lifted him out of the crib and held him close and rocked him to see if he will fall asleep but Ansh had other ideas, he had fisted his hair as he had held him crook of his neck and cooed to him and was not letting go, so he had decided to take him to their bed. It seems their son was determined to share the parents' bed yet again. He had found many a night one of them picking him out of the crib and keeping him in middle to sleep making a protective circle around him. Ansh, he thought, Geet had insisted on that name as he had told that to her on the day he had proposed. Ansh was part of Geet that he was going to love as a whole; they were his complete whole, the mother and the son.
He had drifted into a slumber waiting for his wife to change with his arms around Ansh and only woken up as he had felt a blanket come on him. He knew it was Geet as he could inhale her perfume combined with her unique fragrance that told him she was around even with eyes closed. He had put out his hand to stop her from going to the other side based on the jangle of her bangles and had pulled her so that she toppled onto him.
"Kahan jaa rahi thi?" he asked not sounding sleepy at all. Geet looked at him as he had turned before she had landed on him and had wound his arm around her waist as she was awkwardly sprawled on him.
"Kahin nahi jaa rahi thi, uss taraf bas, sone kyon ki aap so rahe the." She had gently taken Ansh from within his circle and settled him in his crib without Maan realizing or waking and had decided to let him sleep and had spread the blanket on him thinking they had all their life to make love when he had turned the tables on her and pulled her.
"Hmm," he said nuzzling her and then pulling her over him and tumbling her so that she was on her back and him leaning over her. "Aise thori na sone doonga. Kuch dogee nahi mujhe apni saal girah pe?" He teased her mercilessly. Geet looked at him wondering what would she do, she had not bought him anything, and she had been wondering but had not found anything worth giving.
Geet then answered cheekily, "aapko kis cheez ki kami hai, sab kuch to hai, jo ab mujhse maang rahe hain?" trying to divert him by trailing a finger on his jaw.
Maan caught her finger in his mouth as she trailed it on his lips and alleged, "Par mujhe jo chahiye sirf tum de sakti ho na," holding her wrist and kissing her finger one at a time with every word he spoke.
Geet blushed and replied, "aapko kya chahiye? Babaji koi kahe inse ki itna jyaada lalchi hona achcha nahi hai." teasing him right back.
Maan laughed and leaned even closer a mere millimeter from her lips and before he kissed her, he demanded, "mujhe ek beti chahiye." And swooped down to capture her mouth not waiting for her answer.
He then slowly made love to her reaching new heights, new beginnings, their forced restraint now thing of the past and they pleasured each other with kisses and touches that made them shiver and writhe in passion and abandonment that they had kept in check for a long time.
It was like making love for the first time, relearning each other and letting their passion have a free reign to explore and experiment the way they had not before. Maan and Geet avowed their love as they reached their peaks and slowly came back to earth after tasting the piece of heaven that was their, only theirs.
Maan knew he had found his heaven here on earth, right here next to him.
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