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FANTASY

CHAPTER-40

She stared at him, as he gazed at her glossed lips in a daze, when Geet said," Maan, are you drunk?"

" Hmmm???" he asked, looking at her cutely, still holding her waist in his grip.

Geet tried to hold him to steady him on his feet, and spoke again urgently, " Maan…aapne bohut pi huwi hain… chaliye andaar chaliye…"

" Nahin…" Maan said, moving his hands up to her bare shoulder. He carressed her bare back through her deep backless blouse causing her to gasp out aloud and said huskily," Maine nahin pi, Geet… yeh toh tumhara nasha hain…jo mujhpar charha ya hain tumne! Ever since the day I met you…."

Geet looked at him, without knowing whether to be angry, or happy, or shy. He carnally moved his hands from her back to her waist again, and twisted his fingers around her waistchain.

" Phirse daat ne aayi ho mujhe?" he asked, staring at her with wide eyes.

Geet felt her eyes fill up with his words. He looked at her with drooling red eyes, twisting his fingers even more firmly around her waistchain, and pulling it slightly. Geet held his hands in hers to stop him, and whispered," Toot jayega, Maan."

" Toh toot ne do…" he whispered, pulling her even more close by her waistchain. She caught her breath, as he whispered again, " Main nayaa la dunga tumhare liye. Tum jo chahogi main tumhe laake dungi… lekin tum mujhse itni kyun naraz hoti ho…mujhe na kuch accha nahin lagta" he said, pouting cutely.

Geet opened her mouth to speak, when Maan pushed her behind, and pinned her down against a tree. She looked all around them, afraid that someone from the party might see them together like this, but Maan held her chin and jerked her to face him.

" Please mujhe aur mat daato Geet." He begged like a kid, looking at her innocently." Main tumse saachi mein bohut bohut bohuttt pyaar karta hoon." He said solemnly.

Geet felt a drop of tear trickle down her cheek, as she looked at Maan. She slowly put her hands around his neck, and pulled him closer. He held her waist tightly, gazing deep into her eyes, with his own drowsy drunk eyes. She slowly said," Maan, andar chaliye…koi dekhlega aapko…agar Daadima ne aapko aise dekhliya toh bohut…" He jabbed his finger on her lips, and said," Tum pehle bolo, ke tum janti ho ke main tumse kitnaaa pyaar karta hoon…and that you lovee me tooo..phir main jaunga, warna…" he rubbed his finger on her lower lip, causing her to close her eyes, savouring the feeling, " Main tumhe yehi par kiss karunga.."

She snapped open her eyes, as Maan continued running his finger on her lips. She spoke desperately against his finger, " Maan, chaliye, room mein chaliye…"

" Tum bohut sundarr ho Geet. Jabbhi main tumhe dekhta hoon, mujhe kuch ho jaata hain. Pata hain, maine hamesha bohut saari ladkiyan aapne age peechen ghumte huye dekhi hain. Lekin tum, pata nahin tum kya karti ho, jabbhi main tumhe dekhta hoon, you make me feel like a man." He said brazenly, while Geet felt a slight blush creep to her cheeks.

She started pulling Maan towards the farmhouse, when he pulled her hand back, causing her to fall on his chest. " Dekha, abhi jab tumne blush kiya, I felt like…. I am luckiest man on earth."

" Maan…." Geet whispered, looking away, and dragging him towards the backdoor.

They entered the back portion of the farmhouse, and Geet heard the faint sounds of music going on in front. She said a silent prayer to her Babaji, hoping that she is able to take Maan to their bedroom without anyone, especially Daadima seeing him like this. She was too engrossed in her thoughts, when Maan grabbed hold of her waist, and pinned her down on a nearby wall.

" Tum mujhe ghar leke aa gayii? Mujhe pata tha.,…" he shouted, when Geet put her hand on his mouth," Maan…dheere boliye, koi sunlega…". Maan held her hand, and moved it away from his mouth, only to kiss it carnally. He continued kissing it and whispered, " Tum jo bologi, main wahii karunga…main zor se baat nahin karunga, bas mujhe maaf kardo.."

Geet looked at him, and saw him stare at her expectantly. She held his hand, and said," Chaliye, let's just get you to the room first."

They started walking again, when Maan pinned her down again. Geet groaned impatiently, when he placed his hand on her mouth, and whispered," Zor se mat bolo… koi sunlega… Geet, tumhari kasam.." he moved his hand, and pinched her throat slightly, " I'm not ashamed of you… I am not embarrassed by you… I just love you, Geet." He looked at Geet sincerely, causing her to lower her eyes, and said, " Mujhse nazre mat churao, Geet. I don't regret marrying you… it's the best decision I've ever taken and will ever take. I regret every wrong thing I have done to you. I hate myself every time I hurt you. I want to kill myself everytime you cry for me. Mera yakeen karo,Geet..main saach keh raha hoon…. I love you, Jaan…I love…" Tears streamed down her cheeks, causing him to stop talking.

" Geet..main baat nahin karunga…tum mat ro. Please mat ro..I wont talk anymore. Saachi, main chup.." He placed his finger on his lips, and spoke between them," Main bilkul chup..tum mat ro, Jaan. PLEASE."

Geet shook her head, and moved his finger from his lips. He stared at her in surprise, when she held her hand again, and started walking, trying to make it to the bedroom. Maan stumbled on his way slightly, the alcohol kicking in completely. Geet held him immediately, supporting him as much as she could, when he pushed her into another wall. She stifled a groan, and decided to let him do whatever he wanted.

" Pata hain, main iss duniya ka sabse bura paati hoon. Bohut bura..bohut bura…" Geet shook her head, and tried to stop him, but he held her hands, and pinned them down on the wall," Ha, hoon. Tum jhoot mat bolo… main bura hoon, isiliye mera diya hua kuch nahin pehenti tum. Aur pehenna bhi nahin chahiye… maine tumhe kitni gandi gandi baatein sunayi… tumhara mere paiso ko haath lagana bilkul thik nahin hain..tum thik karti ho.." he stopped, as she looked at him, her face wet with tears," Lekin Geet," he continued passionately, " kya tumhe nahin dikhta ke main kitne pyaar se tumhare liye har cheese kharid ta hoon? Kya tumhe nahin dikhta, ke I love spending for you, buying for you, giving you? Kya tum nahin janti, ke tumhara Maan pagal hain..Gusse mein bakwaas kar deta hain? Phirbhi, kyun aapne Maan ko itna dard deti ho? Tumne kaha, ke aisa lagta nahin hain ke I don't care about money… tumne aisa kyun kaha? Kya main hamesha paiso ke baaremein soch ta hoon? Bolo na, Jaan…tum jo bologi, main wahi maan lunga, saacchhii!!"

Geet started sobbing in a low voice, as Maan stared at her, waiting for his answer. She couldnt form words. All she could do was think about how much pain she had caused Maan to go through. She looked at Maan, who was drunk, vulnerable, yet talking to her, asking for forgiveness. She knew, that if she said yes, he would believe her, and punish himself for the rest of his life. Her heart went out to him, as she stared at her husband. Suddenly, she heard some voices, and quickly jerked herself free from Maan, who looked hurt. She held his hand again, and started walking quickly towards their bedroom, which was just a few steps away.

But, Maan stopped her again, this time, on the wall outside their bedroom. Geet tried to free herself this time, and said in a heavy teary voice," Room aagaya Maan. Chaliye andaar chaliye…."

" Nahin..main andaar nahin jaunga…andaar gayaa, toh tum phir se mujhe chorkar chali jaogi… lekin jab tak hum room mein nahin pohochenge, tum mere saath rahogi, rahogi na?" he said, looking at her naively.

She put his hands around her neck, and pulled him closer this time. Maan widened his eyes in sheer happiness, as Geet whispered, " Main aapko kabhi chorke nahin jaungi."

Maan opened the door to their bedroom, and pushed her inside. Locking the door, he pinned her against the wall,and kissed her neck carnally. She gasped in surprise, as Maan held her hands in his, and started kissing her all over her neck, throat and shoulder. Geet started breathing heavily, as Maan sucked on her skin, and said, " Maine kabhi kisiko pehle aise nahin chuya, Geet… I have never held a girl's hand in my life. Not even Naintara's." he said, kissing her neck all over again." Kabhi mann hi nahin kiya, and you..I cant keep my hands off you…aur tum kehti ho, ke I have feelings for her?" He raised his eyes, to meet the ones of a panting Geet, and said, " Mujhpe vishwaas nahin karsakti na tum? Lekin aapne aap pe toh karsakti ho na? Kabhi dekha hain mujhe usski taraf dekhte bhi huwe? Phir bhi yakeen nahin hain mujhpar?"

" Maan..aap.." she started saying, when Maan coughed slightly. Geet moved away, and fixing her pallu, grabbed the glass of water from the bedside table, and took it to him.

" Yeh lijiye, Maan…paani pe lijiye…" she said, worriedly, trying to make him hold the glass.

" Nahin, mujhe nahin peena…" he said, stubbornly, and pulled her by her waist, causing her to spill the water over his shirt.

" Maan, yeh kya kiya aapne?" she said, in a slightly irritated voice, when Maan said," Hamesha gussa karti ho mujhpar… main chala jaunga… main chala jaungaa…"

Geet sighed in exasperation, and walked to him, as he stumbled towards the window, standing their with his hands crossed over his chest, pouting. She put her hands over his chest to take off his wet shirt when he grabbed her hand, and placed it over his heart.

" Dekha, my heart beats so fast when you're around me…my heart didn't beat at all, when Naintara is around…tumhe aabhi bhi yakeen nahin hota? Main saach keh raha hoon, Geet. Sacch…." He said, looking at her earnestly.

Geet continued crying without saying a word. She slowly untucked his shirt from his jeans, and undid the buttons. Pulling it over his shoulders gently, she grabbed her dupatta which lay on the couch carelessly, and started wiping his body. Maan grabbed hold of her arms causing the shirt to fall on the floor and dragged her towards the cupboard, pinning her against it. The dupatta dropped on the ground, as Maan pressed his body close to hers, and whispered, " Dekha tumne? I already want you."

Geet felt his strong bulge near her abdomen, and put her hands out on his chest coyly to push him away, when he said shamelessly, " Do you know, ke you're my first and last? Agar tumhe kisi aur ne pasand kar liya, aur tum chali gayii, toh main kya karunga, Geet?" Geet looked up at him, and saw his eyes filled with fear, " Maine toh tumhe itna dard diya hain, main tumhe itna tang karta hoon, tum toh bilkul bhi nahin rahogi mere paas. Main toh marr hi jaunga, Geet."

" Aisa mat kahiye." She said, crying, her hands still on his chest.

He put his hands on both sides of her head, and said, " Saach kahaa maine… main aajse sirf saach kahunga Geet. Kuch bhi nahin chupaunga tumse..bas tum mujhe mat daatna, aur mujhe chor ke mat jana, aur mujhse naraz mat hona, aur kabhi mujhe uss Naintara ke paas jaane keliye mat kehna, aur kabhi humare paise use karne se mana mat karna..aur.." He suddenly stopped talking, and picked Geet up in his arms.

Laying her down on the bed, he came on top of her, and said," Geet, kiss me."

Precap: He is still drunk, so again, no precap!😆

I hope I did justice to the drunk Maan, though there is still more to come.😆

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