Maneet FF...NOT A FAIRY TALE pt39-pg86(Mar 31) - Page 22

She was looking down and tears were falling off her eyes. She felt his hand under her chin, lifting it up. Her eyes rose to look at him, tears still brimming at the edges. He moved his hands and cupped her face, wiping the tears with his thumb. He looked intently into her eyes. "Geet, maine tumhe phale bhi kaha tha. Tum meri responsibility ho, aur mere hote hue koi tumhara baal bhi baka nhi kar sakta"

Geet just kept looking at him with wonder, lost in his eyes. There was this unknown force that attracted her towards him.

He broke the eye lock and slowly moved his hands from her face and looked away.

Geet simply looked down, a mixture of fear and confusion was evident over her face. He again turned to face her, to find her still feeling scared. He tried to lighten the mood a little bit.

"Aur vaise bhi Geet. Tum yeh maat socho ki main tumhare liyia koi favor kar rha hun. Akhir woh bacche mere bhi to dost ban gaye hain. To unki didi ko protect karne ka mera farz to banta hai na. Aur Geet.. tumhe to pata bhi nhi hai ki kitne ashiq hain tumahare vahan pe. Ekk ne to mujhe warning tak de dali thi, ki hamari di ke dost ho aur dost hi rehana, varna.. To mujhe to bahut daar lagta hai. Pata chala tumhe to thodi si kharoch aayi, aur baccho ne meri parade nikal di" he could see a small smile trying to appear on her face, but she was suppressing it. So he continued.. "Aab bacche meri baat par thodi na yakeen karenge agar main unhe bataunga ki unki didi kitni clumsy hain, aur bina gire, seedhe seedhe chalna to usse aata hi nhi hai. Aab usme usse chot lage to issme meri kya galti hai"

This brought out the pakki punjaban in Geet. "Acchan, main kab giri?"

"Kyun, abhi jaab hum andar aa rhe the tab?"

"Woooh, wooh to, maine kaha na, main kuch dhund rhi thi?"

He raised his eyebrow "Aur who jungle me?"

"aare, ussme meri kya galti, mujhe chakkar aa gaya tha"

"Chakkar.. huh.. raste bhar agar tum itna girti nhi na, to hum kabka iss jungle se bahar aa gaye hote, unn gundo se door"

"Acchan to aab aap yeh kehana chate ho ki hum iss jungle me meri vajah se phase hain"

"Aur nahi to kya meri vaj..."

Ugh huh..Maan realized, he said the wrong words, but it was too late. Her face fell again and she looked down.

"Geet, zaroori nahi hai ki yeh woh log hi hon. Koi aur bhi ho sakta hai"

"Nahi, yeh woh hi hain. Kuch din phale hume pata chala tha ki kuch logo ne orphanage ke abhi wale caretakers ko phir se ussi baat ke liyia, indirectly persue karna chaha tha. Par hume information mil gayi, aur humne immediately unn caretakers ko nikal diya tha. Police ka kehana hai ki issme kisi badi gang ka haath ho sakta hai, aur orphanage ke bacche bhut easy target hote hain. Woh inn baccho ko pane ke liyia kuch bhi kar sakte hain. Paar mere hote hue main unn baccho ko kuch nahi hone dungi. Shayad issiliyia.."

Maan thought something for a few seconds and then again looked at her. "Geet, mere paas tumahari iss problem ka solution hai. Baas ekk baar hum iss jungle se nikal jayein to main vada karta hun, tumhe baccho ki safety ki koi chinta nahi karni padegi"

"Sachh..kaise???" her face instantaneously lit up with relief and happiness.

He was again amazed at her selfless love for those less fortune children.

"Uski chinta tum mat karo. Voh sab mera kaam hai. Geet tum aab thodi deer aaram kar lo. Mujhe nahi lagta ki hum subhe se phale yahan se nikal payenge. Tumhari tabiyat bhi theek nahi hai, aur tumahare kapade bhi pure sukhe nahi hai. Tumhe thand lag sakti hai. Hamare paas lakadi bhi jada nahi hai"

Apparently Geet had worn his shirt, but her pajama was still wet. Geet was already feeling cold, as it was freezing, rains in Shimla made the weather pretty cold.

"Sir aapr bhi thak gaye honge, aap bhi thoda aaram kar lejiyia. Yahan na thodi aur jagah hai. Aap bhi yahan aaramse fit ho jayenge"

"Geet, meri chinta mat karo, hum dono yahan nahi soo payenge, yeh fireplace bhut chota hai. Tum so jao"

"Haan to hum bhi to chote chote hi hain, koi mota nahi hai. Aap letiyia to, main batati hun, hum dono aa jayenge" Geen came into her Handa mode and would not listen to Maan trying to reason with her. He made hm lie down and came close to him and herself laid down beside him. The distance between the two of them was very less, but Geet did not realize this in her hastiness.

"Yeh lo, aa gaye na dono. Aap bhi na sir, itni choti se problem thi, dekho maine kitne aaramse solve kardi, aur aap hamesha mujhe hi daante rebate ho..." Geet kept on babbling making cute faces, laying just inches away from him. Maan was lost in watching her. There was tension building inside him, at the close proximity of their bodies. He was looking at her, pouting her face, talking to no one in particular, her innocence, her braveness, her love and devotion for helping others. All her qualities were attracting him more and more towards her. She was slowly creeping into his heart, without giving him chance to realize it or stop it.

Geet stopped speaking realizing Maan staring at her. She became conscious. It was now that she was realizing how close they were lying to each other. Maan sensed her discomfort. She sat down and was about to get up, when Maan stopped her. "ekk minute Geet, ekk kaam karte hain, tum uss taraf palat kar so jaao, aur main iss taraf. Isse hum dono aaramse so jayenge" Geet nodded her head in agreement, but a little reluctantly.

The small distance between was doing something to her senses. The way he was protecting her, not caring about his own life, putting himself between her and danger, his selflessness, they were all creating an impact over her heart. Over that, their closeness, his bareness (aab hamare hot sexy NPM ke saamne to koi kaise aapne aapko control kare 😉 ), the whole situation was not helping her to get a control over her feelings. She had never been this close to any guy, and that too at night. Her brain was fighting with her, not letting her give in to the sensations, which her heart was feeling. It was still too rigid to let any man let anywhere near her heart. But what could she do if her heart didn't fail to react to his presence, whose loud beats could be heard in the silent room, what could she do if her body could not fail to register the heat emitting form his body, which was so close to her, what could she do if her breath was turning short feeling him near her.

He was going though the same feelings, her presence was not letting him think straight. The whole day was playing in his mind. The start of the day with her beautiful, smiling face amidst the beauty of the nature, her presentation, which she gave so efficiently and effectively that they got the contract, her sweet squabbling in the car of him not complementing her, her unconscious form at the river bank, the fear when he thought he had lost her in the jungle, the protectiveness he felt for her, the braveness, her concern for him, her pain, when he was bandaging her, her closeness, her scent.. so many emotions playing in his mind simultaneously. He was breathing heavily. He shut his eyes and closed his fist tightly to gain control over his mind. He was trying hard to push her thoughts away, but how to push the thoughts of that person away from your mind who has already made a place in your heart.

The fire had started to die in the fireplace. Maan was still awake, trying to get a hold on himself. The stillness beside him assured him that she might have slept by now. Not being able to control himself anymore, he turned, slowly over his back, to face towards her side. But in the process he came closer to her. His chest was almost touching her back. He was very still, not sure about his actions. With the fire gone out, the room was starting to get colder and was really dark. He could hear his ragged breath and her silent rhythmic breathing. He could feel that her body was cold, his body being so close to her. A few minutes in that position, and he began to realize that Geet was shivering, initially slightly, but her shivers increasing as the room was getting colder. Maan got concerned, he raised his hand to feel her forehead immediately, which was ice cold. She flinched in her sleep, at the touch of his warm hand. He immediately got up and touched her cheek and neck area. She was really cold, her hands were clutched tightly against her chest and was shivering vehemently, her teeth clattering in her sleep.

"Geet" he tried waking her up, but she did not wake. He started rubbing her hands and feet, to warm them, but it was not helping much. He kept on calling out her name, but she was not responding. She again curdled and hugged herself tightly.

"Yeh to uth hi nhi rhi hai, aur isska badan bhi bilkul thanda pad gaya hai. Mujhe jaldi hi isse kisi bhi tareeke se garam karna hoga, varana yeh kahi beemar na pad jaye" Since it was still raining hard outside, he could not go out and check for more wood to relit the fire. He had to make a decision fast, before Geet's condition worsen. With no other option left with him, he reluctantly pushed himself down to lay beside her. He placed his one hand below her head cushioning it, and turned her to face him. He pried on her hands to open up her grip. He was looking at her face all the time, his forehead was drawn with concern for her. Uncertainty clearly visible over his face. He opened her arms and put her one hand on his shoulder and the other one wrapping around him, below his arm. His body flinched a little at the touch of her cold thin hands, but he moved them closer completing resting them over his body, to warm them.

He was not sure about what he was going to do now. His rational mind was telling him to stop himself there itself and not test his control over himself, further. He was starting to loose control over himself. His senses was working against his mind, his body was reacting to her touch.

The slight shiver, that he felt passing though her body, brought him back to his senses. His determination strengthened. Right now Geet's health was more important for him. He drew in a deep breath, closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her, drawing her tightly into his chest, almost hiding her complete, petite frame in his broad chest. He rested his chin on her head and tucked her in himself. The strength with which that feeling struck him was surprising for him also. Feeling her in his arms, her soft form against his hard one, her body fitting perfectly against him gave a new high to him. He felt relieved, he felt contented, like she was meant to be there, in his arms. He didn't know why he was feeling all these sensations for her. He had seen beautiful girls before, trying to flirt with him, getting close to him, but he had never had feeling for them. Rather he felt repulsed by their presence, but their fake attitudes, unnatural feelings, too much sophistication. Nothing impressed him. But the innocence of this girl took away his heart even before he realized it.

He could feel her body warming under him. But he still brought her closer, closed his eyes for a sound and dreamy sleep, which he hadn't had since so many years.