Maan should change Geet's clothes (with lights off 😆) and tell her that she should not stop him. He has done it earlier. Then it was a majboori, but now it is a haq.
Once the ornaments were taken care of, he said, "Geet. Tum in kapdon mein so nahin paogi. Tumhein change karne ki zaroorat hai."
"Par main to outhouse se apne kapde lekar nahin aayi."
She had hardly completed her sentence when she noticed that Maan was opening the cup-board. She expected him to take out one of his shirts, but she was in for a surprise. He brought a pink silk night dress, which had a top and a wrap-around skirt.
"Aap..." she started saying but stopped her sentence midway. Then she smiled and continued, "Main kya kahoon. Jab aap Delhi mein barf plan kar sakte hain, to ye bhi kar hi sakte hain. Pata nahin aap itna sab kuchh soch kaise lete hain?"
"Geet, in palon ka intezaar karte-karte maine inke baare mein itni baar socha hai ki..."
Geet was floored again, "Maan. Agar har koi aapki tarah pyaar kar pata to duniya kitni alag hoti."
"Agar kar kissi ko meri Mishti jaisi ladki mili hoti to har koi meri tarah pyaar karna seekh jaata, lekin Mishti to ek hi hai Duniya mein."
"Aur aapki Mishti ke liye Maan bhi to ek hi hai na!" Geet was now comfortable in conversations and was not hesitating in pouring her heart out. Maan looked at her with smiling eyes.
They were lost in each other's eyes for a few moments. Then Geet recovered and she got down from the bed with her night dress, "Main change kar ke aati hoon." She started going towards the bathroom, when he pulled her back.
"Geet. Tum phir meri baat itni jaldi bhool gayin? Maine kaha tha na ki apne saare haq aaj se le loonga."
Geet did not understand him, so looked at him with questioning eyes. She found his eyes devouring her with their seductive looks. As usual, she could not meet his eyes for long and started looking down.
Then she suddenly realized that he wanted her to change there, as he had teased her before the pheras. She knew that they were husband and wife, it was their first night together and there was a lot more he could be doing to her right then; yet the idea of changing there made her extremely uncomfortable.
She looked at him, almost horrified, "Nahin Maan. Yahan nahin."
Maan's expression did not change as he whispered, "Kya farq padta hai Geet ki tum kahan ho. Ye karna to mujhe hi hai."
As if she wasn't already nervous enough that he had dopped another bomb. He was going to change her clothes!
"Please Maan," she pleaded.
"Chalo. Main tumhari pareshaani thodi kam kar deta hoon," he said and switched off the lights by reaching out to the switches near the bed.
He went behind her and held her at the shoulder as he spoke in his heavy voice, "Geet. Tumhein pata hai na ki main ye pahle bhi kar chuka hoon. Tab majboori thi, par aaj haq."
With the lights off, Geet's protests gave way to desires. She let herself go. It was Maan. He had all the rights over her. And didn't she enjoy his rights? Didn't she want him as much as he wanted her? Wasn't it he who had always controlled himself to keep their relationship in the limits? Otherwise, when did she ever have the strength to resist his charms? Letting go was the key to the happiness, for both of them.
He started off by unpinning the dupatta from her blouse at the shoulders. One that was off, he wrapped the skirt around her, 'accidentally' touching her belly and waist in the most sensual ways, before he took off her lehanga. He unbuttoned her blouse while standing behind her, but the buttons for her top were in front. His 'accidental' touches were once again enough to make her go insane.
One she was dressed, she did not feel him near her for next couple of minutes and then suddenly the lights came back. He was standing facing her. As she blinked to adjust her eyes to the light, she saw that he had changed into his black vest and comfortable black pajamas. Seeing him in his vest reminded her of the time when she had seen him practicing tai-chi long back and despite her attempts to escape his attention, he had caught her. He was wearing his black vest then. He had made her wear the ear-ring she had dropped while escaping and told her in no uncertain terms that he will not let an 'outsider' insult her. She had, for the first time, then admitted to herself how he meant so much for her. And the desire for a man had fuelled in her for the first time. Desire for Maan.
Today, thanks to how he had driven her on the brink, that desire had increased ten-fold.
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