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Part 3
He settled her on the bed and lovingly caressed her forehead and cheek.
"Geet. Ab tum so jao. Raat kaafi ho chuki hai. Aur tumhein aaraam ki zaroorat bhi hai. "
"Aur aap?"
"Main doosre kamre ke bathroom mein ja kar shower le leta hoon, takin tumhari neend kharaab na ho."
"Nahin! Mujhe abhi nahin sona hai. Aap mere paas baithiye."
"Par Geet..."
"Main kuchh nahin sun rahi. Jab se Shimla se nikle hain, jaise pareshaaniyon ki baadh aa gai hai. Mujhe thodi de shaanti se aapke saath baithna hai."
Maan smiled, "Theek hai begam sahiba. Aapka huqm sar-aankhon par!"
He settled himself beside her and started stroking and caressing her forehead.
"Ab main yahan hoon to tum kuchh bol nahin rahi ho."
"Ye lo. Har waqt bolna zaroori hai kya. Khud hi to aap shikayat karte rahte ho ki kitna bak bak karti hoon main."
"Tum bak bak karti ho to main shikayat karne ke liye to munh kholta hoon, warna Geet - mujhe to dhang se baat karna bhi nahin aata. Apne dil ki baat batana to bilkul nahin aata."
"To kya hua main hoon na hum dono ke liye bolne ke liye."
Both of them smiled.
Maan noticed some papers on the side table.
"Woh kya hain Geet?"
Geet was startled, "Woh... Kuchh nahin..."
"Kuchh kaise nahin..." Before Geet could do anything Maan reached out for the papers and started looking at them, "Test results? Woh to kal milne waale the."
"Haan - par doctor ke phone aaya tha ki taiyaar ho gaye hain to main aaj hi le aayi."
"Phone to hamesha mere mobile par aata hai."
"Aap ka mobile engaged tha to unhone ghar ke landline par kiya tha."
"Aur tumne mujhe abhi tak bataya kyon nahin."
"Woh... main batane hi waali thi..."
As Maan went through the reports, his eyes glittered with happiness and naughtiness. Geet was biting her lips in shyness and nervousness.
"To ye baat hai, Geet! Tum mujhse bachna chahti thi?" The reports indicated that Geet as well as the baby was fine and there was no danger to either of them now.
"Nahin... woh.. Main... Batane hi waali thi..."
Maan put the papers away, turned to her, pulled her closer and asked in his heavy voice, "Kya batane waali thi Geet?"
"Woh.. Reports ke baare mein..."
"Kyon? Kya badal gaya reports ke aane se?" he paused to see her reaction. Her shyness made him tease her even more, "Bolo Geet. Ab saari bak-bak karne ki taqat kahan chali gayi?"
He moved forward to kiss her. She closed her eyes, but he backed off at the last moment.
She opened her eyes and looked at him in cofusion.
"Nahin Geet. Aise nahin. Hamari suhaag raat yaadgaar honi chahiye. Tum aaj aaraam kar lo." He paused and added with a mischievous smile, "Zaroorat padegi."
With this, he made her lie on the bed, ran his hand from her forehead over her eyes to make her close them and kissed on her eyes.
He went out to another bathroom to take his shower and looked at the watch. He still had time to make calls and arrange things for tomorrow.
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Next evening at around 4 'o clock, Maan sent Geet a message, "Tumhare liye 15 minute mein gaadi bhej raha hoon."
She replied back, "Kahan ja rahe hain hum? Taiyaar hone ka to time dijiye."
"Uski zaroorat nahin hai. Jo ghar mein pahan rakha hai wahi pahan kar aa jao."
Geet was confused but happy that for once she does not have to worry about what to wear while going out with him. Driver left her at one of the poshest hotels in the city. Maan was there to receive her when she got down. She looked at him questioningly, but he just smiled and reassured her with his typical blink. Then he took her hands and walked to the reception. They had a reservation for Mr. and Mrs. Khurana. They gave him room keys in duplicate. Maan handed one of the keys to Geet and asked her to go to the room. He would join her in sometime.
Geet entered the suite that was reserved for them. The room she entered into had an entire beauty parlour set up. She looked around and saw a beautiful, pink bridal lehanga in the wardrobe. She wasn't sure what to do. Just then she heard the doorbell and opened it to find some uniformed girls.
"Ma'm - hum log hotel ke salon se hain. Mr. Khurana ne aapko taiyaar hone mein help karne ke liye hamein bheja hai."
"Oh! Theek hai. Aaiye."
It took them close to three hours to do the entire bridal make-up for After she was ready, the girls took her to the other room of the suite, which was connected by a door to this one. Geet got another surprise when she found the entire room decorated with flowers just like their room on their wedding night was.
With her own make-up and dress, the room, and now the anticipation, she felt like she was reliving her wedding night all over again. And then it occured to her. That is what he wanted. He wanted her to live their wedding night fully, which both of them had spent anxiously. A smiled spread on her lips. So, she should play along as well. She had been roaming around in the room feeling confused till now. But now she climbed on the bed and sat there, waiting for her man - for their suhaag raat. Just like she had done on the night of their wedding.
Maan had entered from the other room and had already reached the connecting door when Geet was climbing on the bed. He was stunned by how she looked. Pink really suited her very well. He patted himself mentally for making the right choice. He had the lehanga stitched a few days back, precisely for the day that was finally here. He could keep it a surprise from her, because he had her measurements from the wedding dresses.
Geet did not realize that he was watching her, as she sat down on the bed, settled her lehnaga and dupatta properly, put her arms around her legs folded at the knees and waited. Waited for him to come and consume her, make her his own!
He smiled seeing her prepare. Somehow watching her settling down on the bed felt a very intimate sight to him. Something that the groom was not normally supposed to see. But he did. With his Geet, nothing was out of bounds. She did not need to pretend in front of him. He could and would know everything about her. He felt a rush of blood in his body at this though. He took a deep breath to calm himself down. They had the entire night in front of them. And it was not to be just about him, but about her and him, about them.
By that time Geet had noticed him standing at the door. She became anxious and fidgeted despite her best attempts to remain calm. Maan noticed this. He moved towards her slowly and sat beside her on the bed.
She shivered when he placed his hand on her shoulder, surprising even herself. His touch was not so new to her now. She was used to his closeness, his touch, his breathings and yet - probably there was something in this wedding night arrangement that made her feel shy like a traditional new bride expecting to meet her husband for the first time. For some reason she also felt very nervous. It showed on her face and it did not escape Maan's notice.
He asked in a very concerned, but also very seductive voice, "Dar lag raha hai Geet?"
She felt awkward, but did not lie. Just nodded in positive.
He smiled patronizingly, "Mujhse dar lag raha hai?"
She was not looking at him and did not see him smiling. She thought she might have offended him. So, she hastened to clarify, "Nahin... aapse nahin... woh..." She looked up at him and her voice drowned.
"Agar lag raha hai, to achchha hi hai. Lagna bhi chahiye. Aaj tak jitni shararatein tumne ki hain, un sab ka badla main lene waala hoon tumse aaj raat. Samjhi tum?" He had taken the dupatta off her head.
His words were threatening and his voice was seductively demanding. Geet's heart skipped a beat. For a moment, she seriously wondered if she will survive his passion and demands for the night. But then she took a deep breath and relaxed. Why was she getting scared? This was Maan, her Maan. He always keeps her well-being before his own. she can safely let herself be drowned in his desires and passion. He will take care of everything. She closed her eyes and let this feeling of complete submission sink into her. It calmed her nerves and she was now looking forward to their night togehter with expectations.
She felt, absorbed and internalized his every touch as he took off her maang-teeka, followed by the necklaces. He placed a kiss on her forehead and rubbed his hand along her neck. Even those simple touches sent pleasant sensations through her body. She sighed. Her eyes were still closed. Maan did not like it. He wanted to be able to see in her eyes the sweet torture he would inflict on her through out the night. He wanted to be able to see her nervousness, shyness, excitement and pleasure. And where could he see all of these better than her eyes.
"Aankhein kholo Geet. Aaj ki raat wahi hoga jo main chahunga. Aur agar tumne aankhein band ki to mujhse bura koi nahin hoga."
She opened her eyes. Maan sighed looking at them. What was there in those innocent eyes that has been driving him crazy since the first time he saw her? He wondered whether for the sake of his own sanity, he should let her close her eyes. But he pulled himself together. The temptation to see her entire being in her eyes was too strong, too intoxicating to be foregone.
He then restarted his task of de-accesorizing her. He took off her earrings one by one and licked and bit her bare earlobes. Geet's eyes closed, but she remembered what he had told her and opened them before he moved back and looked at them. He saw her nervousness and excitement in her eyes and a very slight smiled crossed his lips.
He turned towards her feet and took off her payal. He massaged the muscles around her ankles. It relaxed and aroused her at the same time. Once again she had to make extra effort to keep her eyes open which were naturally closing. Maan saw her struggle and smirked when she was not looking at him. Next he removed her bangles and then rings from her fingers. As he bared her hands, he took them between his own and pressed them in a way that conveyed his assurance, protection, desire, passion and demands at the same time. Geet was getting overwhelmed.
His hands went to her shoulders to free her dupatta form the pins which were holding it to her blouse. Geet gasped when he slipped his fingers inside her blouse at her shoulder. He took the pin out from both sides of her blouse deftly and removed the dupatta. He threw it on the floor. There was no way she could have reached it. She kept herself from closing her eyes, but could not look at him either. Her eyes were downcast. He had seen her in semi-dressed state earlier too, but this moment was different. She felt very vulnerable and her folded legs instinctively moved towards her upper body in an attempt to cover her. But he stopped her by touching her knees and instead of allowing her to curl up, he pushed her to lie down on the bed.
He planted a kiss on her exposed belly and said, "Baby! Aapke Papa aapki Mamma ko thoda pareshaan karne waale hain aaj. Thoda nahin, kaafi saara. Lekin aapko ghabrane ki koi zaroorat nahin hai. Mamma ko bhi achchha hi lagega. Waise bhi ye unki shararaton ki hi punishment hai. Aap aaram se so jaiye."
Then he looked at Geet with eyes that seemed to tell her that he would eat her up there and then. She gathered her crumbling will power together and asked him in a broken and weak voice, "Aap.. baar baar... mujhe... darane ki... koshish kyon kar..."
He bent down and kissed her right arms several times before replying, "Main tumhein darane ki koshish nahin kar raha hoon Geet. Bas wahi kah raha hoon jo main karne waala hoon."
She swallowed hard. Maan made her lie on her stomach and started kissing her on the spine starting from the small of her back. She fought to keep herself calm, but he just seemed to know how to drive her crazy. As he reached close to her blouse, she untied the multiple doris that were holding it in place, exposing her upper back too for him to devour. He continued the assault with his lips, tongue and teeth on her nape, sides of the neck and the shoulders.
She completely lost herself and called out his name, "Maan!"
Maan withdrew from her for a moment to ensure that she wasn't uncomfortable. She took this chance to turn around. Once she was on her back, she reached out for his shoulders and pulled her close to him, hugging him tight. He hugged back and smiled. He had succeeded in his designs on her. He had driven her to the edge and she was now going to be helpless in his arms. Consumed as much by desire as he himself was. It was going to be fun now, he told himself.
"Itni aasaani se nahin Geet," He told her in a strangely sweet, menacing way, "Abhi tumhein aur tadapna hai, mujhe itne dinon tak tadpane ke liye."
He continued to torture her, touching and kissing her all over, but not giving in to his own or her desires of consummation. He literally took her to the limits. He, himself, was getting to the limits in the process, but the fun was worth it. It was after an hour, that he showed some chances of relenting, when he finally kissed her on the lips. His kiss was so desperate and demanding that it gave away how much on the brink of giving in he himself was. After he broke the kiss, he whispered in her ears, "Ye kiss yaad rakhna Geet. Zindagi bhar. Achchha lagega."
After that even if he wanted to torture her more, his own restraint gave way as they united with each other in a passionate consummation.
After a while, when they were lying in each other's arms and their pantings had subsided a bit, she spoke, "Maan!"
"Kya hua Geet?"
"Ek baat poochhon?"
He turned towards her and said smilingly, "Agar mana karoonga to nahin poochhogi?"
"Abhi bhi chidhana zaroori hai?"
"Tumhein chidhana aur tumse jhagda karna bhi utna hi achchha lagta hai Geet jitna ki.. tumse pyaar karna."
He ended his sentence in such a suggestive tone that she blushed heavily and could not pretend to be irritated.
"Bolo Geet. Kya poochhna tha?"
"Aapne itna sab kyon plan kiya?"
"Kyonki Geet. Hamara ek sapna adhoora rah gaya tha, haalaton ki wajah se. Main use poora karna chahta tha."
Geet smiled lovingly and snuggled up closer to him in almost a hug. He was obsessed about each of her dreams, wasn't he?
They slept so peacefully that night as they had not done in ages.
- The End -
Love Friendship Dating and Relationships
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