FANTASY
CHAPTER-41
Laying her down on the bed, he came on top of her, and said, " Geet, kiss me."
Geet widened her eyes in surprise. He bent down, kissed her tears, and said again, " Kiss me, Geet…please mujhe kiss karo na…"
" Maan.." she lowered her eyes shyly, when Maan raised himself from her, and stumbled away from her. She snapped her eyes up immediately, as he said, almost to himself, " Tum mujhe kaise kiss karogi? Tum toh mujhse bohut naraz ho, haina? Tum phir kabhi mujhe kiss nahin karogi.. I don't deserve you, mujhe pata hain…lekin main kya karoon, I cant stop loving you.."
Geet got up from the bed, and moved towards him, when he raised his hand, and stopped her. " Mere paas mat aao Geet,warna I'll hurt you again. Tum aur bhi zyada naraz ho jaogi.." Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks, when Maan grabbed her waist, and pulled her down on the couch. She gasped, as he caught hold of her hand, placed it against his cheek, and started hitting himself. " Mujhe saaza do, Geet. Mujhe tumse woh baat chupane keliye saazaa do, lekin please mujhse aur naraz mat raho. Mujhse aur karwi baatein mat karo, Jaan. Main nahin seh sakta… main nahin…" His eyes drooped close, and he fell on Geet heavily.
She moaned slightly, under his weight, and he raised himself immediately. Looking down at her, he saw her teary face, and parted lips. She was staring at him, deep into his eyes, and something in him snapped. He bent down, and crashed his lips onto hers. She moaned loudly, placing her hands around his neck, and pulling him closer. He sucked her lips, claiming them like never before. He rubbed his lips against hers, smudging whatever lipstick she had remaining. He broke off to gaze at her lips, and licked them heavily. Geet felt a shiver run down her spine, as Maan snapped her hands from his neck, and pinned them down under his own on the couch. Then, he kissed her furiously. Geet moaned louder, as he thrashed her against the couch, and kissed her more passionately than ever. It was Geet who broke off the kiss, gasping hungrily for air. Maan stared at her lovingly, her lips swollen, and her lipstick smudged around her mouth.
Geet stared at him panting slightly, as he finally let go of her hands. He ran his finger on her swolled lips, and staring at them, said, " Pata hain, Geet…every time I kiss you, I want the time to stop. It's so magical…it's so beautiful… maine aapni saari zindagi mein kisi ko kiss nahin kiya sivaye tumhare…aur kisise kiss bhi nahin mangga, except you.. I love you, Geet..only you…please believe me.."
" Maan…" she started, when he stopped her again. Picking her up in his arms again, he made his way towards the bed. He laid her down on the bed, and began to kiss her belly open-mouthedly. Geet moaned, arching forward, exposing her abdomen clearly, as Maan claimed it hungrily. He moved up, leaving her breathless, and stared at her face.
" Geet, maine tumhe Naintara ke baaremein kyun nahin bataya bolun?" he asked cutely, kissing her nose. Geet panted slightly, unable to take the drunkness of her husband.
One minute, he kissed her passionately, and the next minute, he had enough breath left in him to talk. She had no idea what Maan was going to do or say…they had the whole night ahead of them. Geet knew that he might end up making love to her all night, and then, would wake up to punish himself for it. She sighed, as she drank in her tears, and looked at her husband on top of her, bare chested, staring at her intently.
" Bolun?" he asked again, almost pleading her to say yes.
Geet cupped his cheeks, and slowly nodded her head for a yes.
" Main darr gayaa tha, Geet… mujhe laga. Agar tum mujhe chorke chali gayii, toh? Main tumhe pehle bhi ekbar aapne stupidity ke karaan kho chuka hoon….tum janti ho, jab tum mere saath nahin thi, main sirf office jaata tha, ghar aata tha, khana khata tha, aur so jaata tha… Mere zindagi ruk gayii thi…main darr gayaa tha, ke tum phirse mujhe chorke chali gayii, toh main.." Geet placed her hand on his mouth with tears in her eyes.
He quickly stopped talking and widened his eyes.
" Tum meri baat nahin sunna chahti? Thik hain, main baat nahin karunga, lekin tum ro mat, Jaan…please, Geet, ro mat.." he mumbled through her hand.
Geet moved her hand away, closing her eyes in exasperation. Maan had no idea what he was talking about, she realized in frustration. He was just bent on saying sorry, and how much he loved her, and well, kissing her.
Geet tried to open her mouth to talk, when he placed his hand over it firmly, and said, " Tum please mujhe mat daato… main tumse bohut pyaar karta…"
She moved his hand from her mouth, and bit out, " Mujhe pata hain, ke aap mujhse bohut pyaar karte hain…"
Maan stared at her with wide eyes, and suddenly held her up by her waist. Geet felt her saree slip down her shoulders, when Maan covered her up in the blanket securely. She felt a tug in her heart, as she thought, that even in the drunk state of mind, he never stopped respecting her. Her eyes were sore from crying, yet, tears started trickling down again.
" Tum jaanti ho?" he asked, untugging her saree, and tossing it aside. As she lay under him in her blouse and skirt, Maan pulled the blanket all over her body, while he stayed on top of the blanket.
Geet closed her eyes, and nodded her head for a yes, when Maan asked again, " Tum sacchi mein janti ho?"
" Hain…" she whispered, closing her eyes, as tears ran down her cheeks.
" Phir mujhse itni naraz kyun hoti ho? Phir mujhse yeh kyun kaha ke mujhe Naintara ke paas jaana chahiye? Main usske paas jaake kya karunga?" he asked her, his eyes wide and his voice sad.
" Phir kabhi nahin bolungi…" Geet said softly, still loking down, her hands on Maan's chest.
Maan pulled down the blanket slightly, exposing her shoulders. Pulling down the straps of her blouse, he started kissing her shoulders carnally. Geet moaned in a low voice, as he ran his lips all over her jaw, but didn't move the blanket any lower than her shoulders. He bit her neck slightly, leaving a love bite, and as Geet gasped out in pain, he licked the skin to ease the sting.
Looking up into her eyes, he said, " Saccchii?"
Geet looked at him breathlessly, and nodded her head for a yes. He grinned like a child, and kissed her cheeks aggressively.
He carressed her hair slightly, murmuring something inaudible. Geet held his shoulders lightly, and whispered," Maan…bohut raat ho chuki hain, aap so jayiye.."
" Main sirf tumhare saath sounga…I love sleeping with you!" he said, hugging her tightly.
Geet blushed a little, as she realized the meaning of Maan's words. Nahin Geet, he is drunk…unhone waise nahin bola… she thought shyly.
She took a deep breath, and heaved her body over, so that Maan landed on the bed with a thud. He groaned and pulled her over him immediately.
" Tum mujhse dur kyun jaa rahi ho? Mujhse dur kyun jaa rahi ho? Main sorry, mujhe maaf kardo, main Naintara ke paas nahin jaunga.. main sirf tumse pyaar karta hoon… mujhse dur mat jao..please Geet…please" he begged her incessantly, holding her waist tightly.
Geet tried to steady him, and said, " Main kahin nahin jaa rahi hoon… I am right here..aap bas so jayiye.. Maan relax, main aapke paas hoon, dekhiye!"
" Nahin tum…" he left the sentence midway, and pulled her over him, so that half her body rested on his chest. " Tum chali jaogi, maine tumhe itni takleef jo di..mat jao, please Jaan…"
Geet held his chest tightly, feeling her breasts flatten against his abs. He held her half clothed body clost to his own bare chest, and pinned her against him firmly, refusing to budge an inch. Geet sighed loudly, and inched closer trying to settle down in a comfortable position.
She laid her head on his chest, and used her other hand to hold onto is biceps tightly, making him aware of her presence. She pulled the blanket firmly over their half bare bodies, and snuggled closer to her drunk husband, who was still muttering something. She covered his mouth with her hand, and whispered," Ssshhh… Maan..chup ho jayiye…main yehi hoon, aapke paas…kahin nahin jaa rahi hoon…aap so jayiye…main bhi aise hi soungi aaj…"
He mumbled " I Love you" one last time, tightened his grip around her waist, causing her gasp out loud, and fell asleep.
Geet lay awake for a few minutes, cuddled tightly in his arms, and stared at his face. She slowly lifted her hands, and gently wiped off the traces of her gloss from his lips with a blush. She felt the knot of her blouse come loose under Maan's tight grip, and finally snap off, but he was already breathing heavily, so she stayed put, without moving. Itne mushkil se finally jaake soye hain, unhe uthane ki koi zaarorat nahin hain, Geet.. she thought.
She wiped the last of her tears from her eyes, and thought hard about the whole night. How can he love me so much, after all I told him? Kitna sunaya maine unhe, and all he did was try to convince me that he loves me and only me…main bhi jhalli thi, jo kitna kuch soch gayii…kalse sab thik ho jayega Maan… main sab thik kar dungi..I wont let Naintara or Sasha come in between us ever again, I promise..
PRECAP: He leaped up in a swift movement, leaving Geet on the bed in her blouse and skirt.
He looked away immediately, his face guilty.
Did I force myself on you last night, Geet?
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