Kiss for a Rose.......Geet

After the Kehna hi kyaa evening.............................

The next day when she had walked into the makeshift office in the outhouse he was already there and she wondered how she could face him but he seemed to act like nothing had happened the previous night and she took her cue from him. The day seemed to go on forever but then the white rose fell out of the file and she had felt as if she should know its origins but with all the hullaballoo going on she threw it in the dustbin.

Maan had come to give her her old job back but how could she accept it knowing what she did in her heart. Oh! what she would not have given to never have felt like this - he was offering her another chance to be with him and she had to give it up because of someone else's mistakes - was she destined to pay for another's selfish act?

Maan had become furious when she refused to accept his job offer- she did not know what it had taken for him to come to her and ask her to come back. He himself would have been surprised if he had looked in on this as an outsider. He had crumpled up the letter and had stomped off. Geet did not even have the energy to cry this time. She was breaking apart inside. She knew she had nowhere else to go and Maan in his anger had closed the door on her hope of that other job. She would have to continue looking but hoped it would not be too long because she wanted to be out of here before she would not have to face Maan's disgust at her weakness or anger at her lies. She went to the garden to have a moment to herself and be in peace for some time before she went back inside and had to contemplate her future. It is here that she met the gardener who told her that it was Maan who had taken the white rose for her. Her heart felt like soaring with happiness before she clamped it down. She went back to the office and picked the rose from the dustbin with tears in her eyes - it felt like the rose right now symbolized everything that was wrong with her life. The delicate rose had grown up under the care of the loving gardener - her papaji for her - and might have ended up at the feet of God or even in a vase somewhere to be admired but no - it had to end up in the dustbin surrounded by dust and garbage - just like she felt at this moment. She felt used and abused when she should have been loved and adored. Her right to love taken away because of someone's greed. Her eyes brimmed with thoughts of what could have been and how desperately her heart craved for the love of a certain someone but knew she had no right to.

Maan had vented some of his anger on Dadi before he remembered how sick she was and after apologizing and cooling down he decided to go back to the outhouse and try and talk some sense into Geet...lord knows if anyone could do that but he was not one to give up so easily, especially when he knew deep down how much she meant to him although he would be the last person on this earth to admit it.

When he reached the outhouse he did not find Geet anywhere in the office and after calling out a couple of times her climbed up to the kitchen. He finally found her in the bedroom near the window. She seemed to be looking up at the night sky and lost in thought. When he neared her, he heard her mumbling something to Babaji(who else!!) and thought he heard his name. He wondered if she was again calling him Dusht Danav for trying to force her to stay in the job and went closer. It was then that he heard her voice choked with tears "babaji, aisa mere saath kyun ho raha hai? aapnay ek raah bataai bhi woh bhi Maan sir ki wajah se kho gai. mai naukri chhod kar chali jaati to kya hota? dadimaa ko to woh khud hi sambhaal lete, isiliye to woh Haveli mein rehnay gaye hai na. oonhay hazaaron secretary mil jaati. meri tarah thodi hai- mere paas to sirf ek hi Ma..."

She suddenly felt his presence behind her and stopped mid sentence. Maan stepped closer to her, if that was possible and asked her "aur tumhay kya, Geet? bolo?". He had heard her last words "mere paas Ma.." and his heartbeats had quickened but he maintained his cool lest he scare her. His arms were itching to grab hold of her and snuggle her close like last time but he did not trust whether that was all he would do this time. When she did not respond he turned her around and was elated to see what she held...the rose, his rose. She looked down as if afraid to raise her eyes and reveal what she was hiding. Her fingers seem to hold onto the rose tightly as if it was the last thing standing between her and him. Maan put his finger under her chin and asked
her "aur kya Geet" and still without looking up at him she said "kuchh nahi sir aap nahi samjhogay."

Maan said "koshish karkay dekh lo". she said "mai soch rahi thi aap ko mujhsay achchi, angrezi mein chapad chapad bolnay wali, modern kapday pehennay wali aur achchi coffee bananaywali hazaron secretaries mil jaayengi phir aap kyun mujhay zor de rahay hai naukri ke liye." "Itna hi thaa Geet ya kuchh aur bhi" asked Maan and Geet's eyes flew up to his to see his knowing smile and something else in his eyes....something that she didn't know if it was there or she was imagining it. She said "aur kya ho sakta hai sir". Maan said "mujhay lagatha tum apnay babaji se keh rahi thi ki tumharay paas to sirf ek...." and Geet instinctively looked away from him. Maan then came close to her face and putting his hand on hers that held the flower said "mera gulaab aakhir tumhaaray paas aa gaya" at which Geet had to look up again and what she saw now made her heart skitter to a stop almost.

Maan's face looked like it beheld the most beautiful sight in the world and his eyes looked at her with an amazing softness and something else. She tried to move out of his embrace then but Maan's fingers tightened their hold on her as if conveying a message through the tips of his fingers to her skin. She involuntarily inhaled deeply as if trying to steady herself. Maan did not miss this action of hers. He moved in closer and said "magar mujhay koi aur secretary nahi chahiye hogi toh?? dadi ko bhi shayad ye pata hai isiliye to unhonay tumhay yaha bulaya jab tumnay office chhoda thaa. ab tum dadi aur mujhay dono ko chhodkar jaanay ki baat kar rahi ho?? hum donoko chhodkar jaa sakogi??" Geet turned her face away from him, but not before he saw the sheen of tears in her eyes. He brought his finger to the corner of her eye and took her teardrop on it. "iska mai kya karoon? tum to inhay aisay bikherti ho jaisay koi keemat hi nahin inki. kabhi socha hai kisi aur pur kya beetti hai" Geet was surprised to hear him say this and looked up questioningly and remembered when he had said "aasoon dimaag ko kamzor kar dete hai" and saw that he understood what she was thinking about and said "Geet insaan ke khayal badal bhi to saktay hai" and Geet whispered to herself or so she thought "insaan ke, dusht daanav ke nahin" and saw Maan's expressions harden and then a small smile appeared. "to kya dusht danav insaan nahi ban sakta?". When she didn't reply he did something she was not prepared for.

He licked his finger with her tear on it and bringing his face close to her ears whispered "insaan bana sakogi??" and with that kissed her - a slow lazy kiss that began at the tender lobe of her ear and ended at the sensitive skin behind her ears where he pressed his lips hard and slowly licked her skin. Geet did not know if she was the first one to react to it or was it him?. Her entire body jerked as if to move away from the sensations passing through her all at once and the rose fell onto the window sill. His hands shot out to keep her in place and it seemed like forever before he brought his lips to her temple, then moved to her eyelids and then the tender tip of her small nose. The warmth of his lips on her ears had already driven her dizzy with longing and now the wait for what was to come next was making her sway in its rhythm. She felt her harsh breaths answered in his when he was so close to her lips and opened her eyes when her expectations were not answered. He was looking at her with such desire in his eyes that she felt herself leaning in as if pulled by them and at long last his lips met hers in a rush of passion and something which she did not want to name. How could a man so hard, so imposing, so frustrating at times have the most gentlest of lips when it came to her?. How could her entire being be focused on nothing but what they were doing to her?. She tried to hold her hands still between the two of them but for some reason they had a life of their own and went around his neck to tangle in his hair. He opened his eyes to look at her face bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight coming in through the window. She looked like an ethereal being to him, lost in the sensations that he made her feel. Her eyelashes were still wet from her tears and he could not help but kiss them, as if kissing away all her hurt and pain. He heard her sigh and could not help kissing those soft swollen lips that seemed to be made for him. He kissed her small chin, her delicate jawline and that soft delicate neck of hers. He could see the pulse beating in her neck - it seemed to echo the pulsating hunger he felt for her and placed a warm wet kiss there that made Geet almost push herself into his arms more if that was at all possible.

Originally posted by: maanmeet1

OMG...........how come u guys write such beautiful scenes.....i could imagine and see maan and geet.........wow.....nice post