OS:Edge of Madness 1-2... incomplete, don't read;) - Page 13

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Daadimaa was thankfully visiting friends for a few days because Geet could hear Maan roaring her name all the way upstairs. Her shameless sher was going to pounce on her the moment he walked through the bedroom door. But, she was not going to make it that easy.😉 Time she stopped being a chuha! Geet looked at herself one last time in the full length mirror then turned to face the bedroom door. She could hear his fast footsteps coming down the hall. She had truly awoken a sleeping tiger.

Babaji! She was forgetting something. But what? Of course the high heel shoes! What were they called again? Wedges! Meera had helped her buy them as well as the dress. They were supposed to give her height while keeping her stable. Maan would catch her if she fell just like he had on their first official date, but she wouldn't be able to run away from him in normal heels. That's why Meera had suggested the "wedges" when Geet had shyly explained her plan to drive Maan crazy! Now where had she put those darn shoes? She finally located them beside the dresser.

Maan was already in the hallway leading to his bedroom before he realized he still had his shoes on. Daadimaa was away varna she would have scolded him for his faux paux. Aaaarrrrghhhh! Geet was slowly driving him insane he thought to himself as he took off his shoes and picked them up. Only to notice he was not wearing any socks! He had been heading for a "boardmeeting" without socks! Geet was so going to pay! He was going to drive her to the edge of madness just like she had done to him! And with that thought, Maan yanked off his tie and looked at it thoughtfully.😉 With a roguish smile he wrapped it slowly around his left hand and sett off towards his manzil.

Aaaay ley! Where had the footsteps disappeared?! Maan was upto something. Her Dusht Dhanav would definitely punish her - the only question was just how.... the mere thought making her shiver and blush as she placed her right foot onto the dressing stool and pulled the elastic backstrap of the shoe into place with her index finger. The bedroom door slammed open as she did the same with her left foot.😲

"Geet! Mein tumhe aaj nahi chhoodunga!" Maan declared with obvious intent. The passionate determination in his gaze gave her pause....her left foot lifted mid-air slightly above the stool she lost herself in the eyes that had taught her to dream.

"Mein aapna mozze bh..." Maan's lost all his thoughts as his gaze caught the ethereal vision before him. She was a mirage. A trick of his thirsty mind! Her beauty was surreal. How could anyone be so innocently sexy? So, divinely beautiful? Her skin glowed in the early morning sunlight that streamed through the window. Her soft bowshaped velvety lips glistened like fresh dew. Her shiny black hair cascaded sensually over her strapless shoulders. And the rest of her left him dumb! He was undone by the simple white strapless Grecian dress that ended at her knee! There was nothing unique about it. But, on her it was divine. The thin sash underneath her breasts emphasized them to perfection. The flowiness of the dress below the satin sash camouflaged her now thickening belly and waist. It's length showed off her legs and its strapless nature her back and arms.

Geet recovered her mental acumen faster them him and actioned her game plan without haste. She ran past him and out the balcony door! Looking over her shoulder at him, she winked and taunted "Pehle aapko mujhe pakdna hoga...phir dekhenge!" 🤣

"GGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETTTTTTTTTTTTTT!" Maan screamed as her crooked index finger disappeared through the balcony door. He threw the shoes he had been holding towards the closet, tightened his fist -crushing the tie, and flew bare feet out the balcony door she had disappeared through. He paused at the T at the end of the hallway ... which way had she gone? Towards the garden or the terrace? Just then he heard the sweet tinkling of her payal. He started to run towards them, but halted as an devilish thought formed into his mind. She wanted him to catch her, but it did not have to happen that way. He would make her surrender to him! Sweet submission! With that thought he once again set off towards the terrace.

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His once colorless terrace was now full of color. Geet had hung her 1001 duppattas like curtains throughout the terrace creating a colorful chiffon maze. He grabbed the one closest to him and gently smoothed it over his cheeks and inhaled the sweet scent of his woman. She had obviously pre-planned this. But, he was Maan Singh Khurana! Predator not Prey.

"GGGGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT! Bahar Aaaoooo! Issi bhakht bahar aaaoooo....mein teeen tak geenunga...Varna!" He bellowed as he started to tear though the maze. Geet laughed and ran deeper into the maze as he counted to three. As he rotated towards the sound, he tripped on a duppatta that had fallen on the ground and fell with a thud to his knees. Perfect! 😉

"Geeeeeeeeeeeeettttttttttttt" he grasped in pain. Clutching his knees to his chest and he fell on his side with a loud moan. Hearing his painfilled moan Geet paused, turn around, and ran back.. Soon she was beside him and them squarely on top as her feet entangled in the same duppatta. 🤣

"Tum theek ho na Geet" Maan asked as he wrapped his right arm solidly around her and stroked her face with his tiewrapped lefthand. She nodded with her eyes and he wrapped her tighter and gently kissed her cheek. Geet averted her face shyly and tried to get up, but he refused to release her. .

"Chodiye mujhe dekhne dijiye aapko kahaan lagi hai?" Geet shyly whispered into Maan ear... caressing his cheek and face with her right hand as she tried to push away from him with her left. Maan grabbed the right hand in his tie encased one and slowly directed it to down his face and throat to his heart. The delicious tactile contrast between his stubble and the silk tie against the skin of her hand increased Geet's already rapid heartbeats.

"Mujhe yahan lagi hai" Maan whispered sexily after placing her hand on his heart. Oh that rich voice. It did things to her. Unfair things. Magical things. It made her lose her concentration. What were they talking about? Did it really matter, so long as he continued? Maan flipped her onto her back, slowly got up and offered her his tie free hand.

"Tum apni sazaa ke liye tayaar ho na Geet..maine kaha tha main tumhe nahin choodonga!" He quietly stated and stroked the tie with his left thumb. Geet's eye's glazed as she realized the hunter had become the prey and the prey now predator. He had tricked her with her greatest weakness - himself! Faked his fall. Maan Singh Khurana fall of his on volition - Never! Not unless it was strategically convenient for him to do so. Oh. She was a fool. But, is this not what she had wanted? Sazaa! Maan was an innovative lover, but his "sazaas" were transcendental experiences. Did he want to "tie" her? The thought was thrilling and provocative, but also daunting.

"Tum mujhpe yakeen karti ho na geet?!" Maan queried. drawing back his outstretched right hand and stroking the tie in his left hand with it. Slowing unwrapping it from his left hand with the right and then holding it ropelike between both hands. Geet swallowed nervously and looked into Maan's eyes. Eyes that held the promise of pleasure, a hint of laughter, a glimmer of danger. Allure - she could not resist. So, she gracefully submitted to it and stretched her own arms to him. Silently asking him to help her up - signalling surrender!

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Jokes Apart: part 3 is not for the underage - so u better be sage!

hope it becomes Daily instead of weekly😛 😆

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