Passion - Page 74

Originally posted by: sarzah

PASSION

(Thread-4)

My fourth thread! Only after 23 parts! This is the only FF of mine, which has garnered so much, and I literally mean SO much response. All my other works are also loved, I know'.but, nothing, ABSOLUTELY nothing beats Passion. I had asked you all to spma my thread and not even 3 hrs later, it was done' I mean, that is really really impressive, people.😃

Thank you so much for so much love and support and patience with me. I love you all more for that and trust me, it makes me want to keep on writing Passion forever and ever and ever''😳

Please find all the links below for the first, second and third threads.

As promised, your update will be on Saturday. As asked by Mel, the answer to your question is, I have a lot of work today and tomorrow. 😕I said Saturday so that I can try to finish all the assignments and come online to give updates and PM an excruciatingly long list.

Mel reminds me, a big hug and thank you to all my spammers for their diligence and time.😃

Love

Sarzah😊

Passion-Thread 1

(Parts 1-8)

Passion-Thread 2

(Parts 9-16)

Passion-Thread 3

(Parts 17-23)

All my other works are as follows:

Fantasy- Thread 1

A Sudden Change Of Heart- Thread 1

Index

24^th Part

25^th Part

26^th Part

27^th Part

28^th Part

29^th Part

Originally posted by: sarzah

PASSION

Since he left, I've been trying to figure out what exactly is going on. I just forced myself to have dinner and now, I am sitting alone in this room, while my parents think I have gone to sleep. He said, he'll be here by 11:30 and it's almost 11 now. Aaj subha se unhe pata nahin kya hogaya hain. Why did he say he knows things which he didn't know earlier? What new things did he learn?

Her pen stopped as the whole morning flashed infront of her eyes like a motion picture. She had lost count of how many times he had kissed her, or called her jaan. Maan looked as if a great part of him was lost, and the way he looked into her eyes- it had a kind of desperation and anxiety in it.

My hand doesn't hurt now, but it's probably going to take a while to heal. It's 11:15 now. Pata nahin woh shayed nahin aayenge. Woh khane ke baat se shayed naraz hain. I'm right. He is angry. I shouldn't expect him'he won't come. My temperature is down now, though I feel terribly weak. Pata nahin kab puri tarah se thik ho paungi'.

"I thought I told you not to put any kind of pressure on that hand," he growled, as he closed and locked the door behind him.

Geet jumped up in response, the pen clattering to the floor with a clink. She was sitting on the couch, her legs wrapped under her, as she took in the sight of a furious Maan, who darted towards her and picked her up in his arms carrying her to the bed, and gently laying her down. Her diary lay open on the couch which was snapped close by Maan and put away. He didn't dare glance at it. The guilt which ran in his veins now was enough to last him a whole lifetime. He didn't need anymore on his plate.

She lay on the bed, clutching hold of the sheets tightly, and looking down, waiting for him to start screaming. Maan stared at her for sometime, and said, "Khana khaya?"

Geet nodded her head for a yes, still not trusting herself to speak. He is here, as he had promised me. Lekin, mujhe aabhi samajh nahin aa raha hain, whether he is angry on me for what I did this morning.

He sat close to her, and put a hand on her forehead. She closed her eyes immediately, and then, snapped them open, as he murmured, "Bukhaar toh nahin hain. Do you have a headache, love?"

"Nahin'main thik hoon'aap chinta mat'." Her low voice trailed off, as he placed two fingers on her lips.

"Just answer me with a yes or no love," he murmured, staring at her tantalizing lips.

"Tumne dawai li?" he asked, his fingers still on her lips.

"Jee'" she answered, moving her lips against his fingers in a strangely and unintentional sensuous way.

"Maa-Baba ne mere baaremein kuch pucha?" he muttered, looking at her passionately.

"Nahin.." she murmured.

Maan had the sudden urge of pinning her down on the bed, and kissing her lips furiously. But he wanted to kiss her when he knew she didn't have any bitterness for him in her heart. He kept his desires in check, realizing that she wasn't strong enough at the moment to take his overwhelming love and passion for her. He stroked her lips and asked her, "Does your hand hurt you a lot now?"

"Nahin..magar'" she paused not knowing whether she should go on. But, she had something important to tell him.

Geet stared at him, slightly flustered, her lips parted against his fingers. He stared back at her with hooded and lost eyes, and said, "Go on, say it love."

She lowered her lashes, and whispered, "Woh'Maa ne kaha tha, that she wants a doctor to check my hand tomorrow. And, the doctor is'"

"Dev," Maan finished the sentence for her.

They sat in silence for some time, Geet not knowing what to say next. She knew Dev was and had always been a sensitive topic between them. It was Maan who spoke first.

"When?" his face was smooth, without any flicker of emotion in it.

Geet looked at him for sometime, and then, as he stared back at her with equal passion, she stammered, "After dinner, shayed."

"Hmm'" he said, briefly, and then stroked her hair. "Mind if I use your washroom, jaan?"

She nodded her head for a no, and Maan raised himself from her bed walking into the washroom. Geet sat up in bed, realizing that he was willing to allow Dev to be near her, only for the sake of her health and treatment. She smiled inspite of her herself, and then, remembered that she had to call Annie.

She was just climbing out of the bed, when Maan hissed, "GEET!!"

Her movements froze, as Maan came around and stood in front of her furiously. He spit out angrily "Main jitna koshish karta hoon, that I won't scream at you, you just make me do it. Why the hell were you getting down from the bed? Jo chahiye mujhse nahin kehsakti? Ya, itna bhi haq nahin hain mujhe?"

She cringed away into the bed, and whispered, "Mujhe Annie se baat karni hain'aur raat ho gayii toh so jayegi."

"Annie se baat karne keliye why do you have to get off the bed," he said, still angry.

"I don't have my phone with me. The landline is'." She jumped as Maan barked, "I know that the landline is downstairs. Do you know how weak you are?" He came closer to her and grabbed her waist, bringing her face level with his.

"When I pick you up, it's as if you're weightless, Geet. Do you kow how it feels? Mujhe kaisa lagta hain jab main dekhta hoon ke mere wajah se'. Aur upar se tum thik se chal phir bhi nahin paati ho. Kabhi yahaan girti ho, kabhi wahaan," he said, holding her eyes furiously. "Why do you have to give yourself more pain than I can deal with? Do minute keliye tumhe chorke jaun, toh kuch na kuch karti ho, which ends up hurting you, and then, me."

Geet looked away, feeling the familiar sting of tears in her eyes. Maan let go of her waist, and ran a frustrated hand through his hair. He glanced at her once, as she tried to get under the sheets as quietly as she could to hide her tears. Sighing loudly, he moved the covers off her, picking her up in his arms briskly. She didn't put her hands around his neck like always and looked away from him. Maan settled down on the couch, holding her on his lap. She snapped her head as she saw the intimidating position they were in, her cheeks turning red rapidly and tried to get up immediately, but Maan held her back, throwing a forbidding glance at her. He held her waist with one arm, and used his other hand to whisk out his cell phone from a pocket. Giving it to Geet, he said, "Lo, baat karlo."

She nodded her head for a no, without touching him or the phone. Maan sighed and pressed the phone forcefully into her hands and said, "I won't let you go downstairs. Mere phone se baat kar lo."

"Zaarori nahin hain. Main kal baat kar lungi'bohut raat ho chuki'" her cheeks burned, as she tried to get up from Maan's lap, who held her back stubbornly.

"Aur kitna naraz hogi mujhpar jaan?" he whispered, holding her excruciatingly close.

"Main aapse naraz nahin hoon," she said, in a low voice,trying to keep her hands on her lap, "Agar aapke phone se'itni raat ko Annie se baat ki, then usse pata chal jayega, that..you 'you'aap yahaan'."

"Call my landline. It doesn't have a caller id. Whoever picks it up, just ask for Annie. Yeh toh kar sakti ho na?" he said, pushing the phone in her hands.

"Nahin' woh'it's nothing urgent. Main kal'" she stopped as he suddenly stood up and placed her on her foot gently.

Looking away, he said, "I should be going now, Geet. It's getting late. Goodnight."

He walked past her and made for the bedroom door, when Geet turned around quickly and asked, "Aap kal bhi aayenge?"

Maan stood with his back to her, his hand on the door handle, and said, "Nahin"

Geet ran towards him, standing right behind him. She whispered desperately, "Aisa kyun keh rahe hain?"

"I give you a lot of pain, Geet. You're better off alone, without me. I shouldn't be here around you. Take care of yourself," he said, twisting the handle, when Geet tried to stop him banging her bandaged right hand directly on the metal door handle.

She cried out in pain, as Maan whipped around and held her hand in his tightly. "TUM!!" he started saying, but stopped himself in time. He slowly let go of her hand, and still staring at it, opened the door slightly.

Geet leaned against the door gently, closing it. She stood in front of Maan, her body plastered against the door. Lowering her eyes, she pried the phone from his hand. Maan stared at her as she found his home number from his contacts, and put the phone to her ear all the while staring at the floor. She held the phone in her bandaged hand, and Maan quickly replaced her hand with his. He moved closer to her, holding the phone to her ear, and staring at her face while she stared at her feet.

"Namaste Pavitra Aunty. Main Geet." She said, timidly, as Pavitra received the phone after a few rings.

"Geet, beta'we were so worried about you. Aab aapki tabiyat kaisi hain?" Pavitra asked, her voice laced with concern.

"Main thik hoon auntyji. Aap log kaise hain?" she asked, feeling Maan's breath on her face.

"Hum thik hain beta. We miss you. Aaj bhi aapki Daadima aapki baat kar rahi thi. Beta, itni raat ko phone kiya. Kuch kaam tha kya?" Pavitra asked fondly.

Maan stroked her cheeks lightly with his fingers, causing them to turn red. She started stammering on the phone with Pavitra while her son ran hovoc with her senses. Maan sensed her jitters, and raised his hand up in a gesture of surrender, with a triumphant smirk on his face, while his other hand held the phone to her ear.

"Sorry auntyji, itni raat ko phone kiya. Woh, mujhe'actually mujhe Annie se baat karni thi. Is she asleep?" Geet asked, letting out a breath carefully, as Maan stared at her deeply.

"Nahin beta' woh itni jaldi kahaan soti hain. Aabhi deti hoon," Pavitra put the phone on hold and went to grab Annie.

Geet felt her heartbeat pick up again, as Maan held up her bandaged hand, and kissed it fervently. He whispered, bringing his lips extremely close to hers, "Tum aapna dhyaan kyun nahin rakhsakti? Bohut dard ho raha hain, jaan?"

"Hello Geet. Kaiso ho? Tum toh mujhe bhul hi gayii!!," Annie said, chirpily.

"Uh'hi Annie," she said, looking at Maan with pleading eyes. He smirked, and continued holding her wounded hand tightly in his, and kissing it occasionally, all the while looking into her eyes sincerely. But he didn't talk anymore or ask her anything.

"Woh'mujhe tumhari kuch help chahiye thi," Geet said, trying to control her thudding heart.

"Anything, Geet. Bolo." She said.

"Annie, tumhare ghar mein main jis room mein rehti thi, has it been cleaned out?", Geet asked, willing Annie to say no.

"Hain, shayed. Kyun?" she asked, mildly surprised.

"Woh Annie, mere diary ka ek page shayed gir gayaa hain wahi kahin. Did anyone find it?" The words caused Maan's lips to freeze on Geet's hand. He snapped his eyes at her closing in on her even more.

Geet looked up to see him, almost fused with her. She glanced everywhere except him in nervousness. But, Maan didn't have any of those in mind. All he could think of was that Geet knew she had an entry missing from her diary, and right now, it was tucked carefully between the important files in the drawer in Maan's room. Where Annie had no hopes of finding it.

"Uh..nahin toh Geet. Noone talked about finding that paper. Infact your room was clean. But, if you want I'll look for it again. Are you sure it's here?" Annie asked, slightly puzzled. As she also maintained a journal, she knew how important it was for Geet to get back that entry. After all, it was strictly personal.

"Actually, I'm'I'm not sure," she said, while her eyes darted over Maan's intense face. He held the phone to her ear, and his other hand had snaked itself around her waist, holding her tightly against the bedroom door. "I mean, I came home'and I saw the string in my diary had torn away. So, the pages were loose, and the last entry is missing. I'm only assuming it might be in that room." She trailed away, as Annie considered things.

"Okay, tell you what, Geet. I'll check again today. If I find it I'll keep it with me, without reading it ofcourse, and give it back to you. Meanwhile, you take care, and try to look for it there too, okay? Don't worry, mil jayega!" she added, with a grin and hung up.

Geet nodded at Maan gently to tell him that she was done talking. Maan removed the phone slowly and stared at it for a long time. Geet stood there, with her body plastered on the door, without having the courage or strength to move. She felt tired and weak all of a sudden. Maan looked at her, and saw her droopy eyes and tired features. He put his phone away, and picked her up in his arms, craddling her against his chest. He laid her down on the bed, tucking the blankets properly around her, and kissed her eyes, whispering, "It's getting really late, jaan. So jao. Goodnight, love."

He watched her nod her head and drift into sleep almost immediately. He kissed her forehead lightly before closing the door softly, and walking out of the house using the convenient back door.

Aha! Updated on time!😃

Now, I want all of you to gather around and listen very carefully, WITHOUT using your chappals and tomatoes on me!😳

I have my finals till the 13th. I know it's only the 4th today, but I also have presentations and projects pending. The jist is, there will be just ONE more update before the 13th.

But, I'll be giving you an update on the 14th. So, please be happy with this for my sake!!😳

Hit the like button and comment like crazy. This is, after all, the first update in the fourth thread. If I don't see a lot and by a lot, I mean A LOTTT of comments, I won't give you that one update before the 14th!Muhahahahahahaha...😈

Love

Sarzah

Originally posted by: sarzah

PASSION

Warning: Maybe, slightly mature!😳

Her first kiss.

Geet had read about first kisses dozens of times in books. How it was special, slow and soft. Full of love.

How horribly wrong all of those novels were!

As his lips crashed onto hers, Geet and Maan felt the same sensation run through their veins. They felt a fire, a ball of molten hot red lava explode within themselves, and bury them in the depthless passion and inexplicable craze and zeal they had for each other. There was nothing soft or slow about their kiss. There was no innocent love. It was naked passion and a furiously uncontrollable love. His lips moved aggressively on hers, devouring her mouth hungrily, and she struggled to keep up. Maan plastered her against his body, holding her waist in his hands tightly. His lips bit her lower lip, causing her to gasp, and the next second he pried her mouth open with his own one. His tongue entered her mouth, probing into all its delicious secrets eagerly. Geet moaned, as he pulled her closer, and her nails moved to his shoulders. His tongue tangled with hers, and the tug of war began. She felt her breath knock off her, as he kissed her with all his might and passion, which was unbearable. He let go of her tongue, as suddenly as he had tangled his own with it. Maan sucked on her lips, tasting her gloss in his mouth, and Geet felt her tongue touch the tip of his lips. She moved her tongue shyly on his lips, licking them slowly, when he groaned, and kissed her harder, if that were even possible. She moaned, feeling her body slacken, as all the strength and breath drained out, yet, Maan was nowhere close to stopping. He licked her lip, kissing it gently, and then bit into it, inviting a gasp, and a rasped out, "Maan!!" from her swollen, and almost bruised lips.

He pulled her lip into his mouth with his teeth, and she moaned out again. Her lip was still in his mouth, being caressed by his tongue, when she felt a thin film of saliva trickle down the corner of her mouth. She tried to close her mouth but Maan jerked her closer, without putting an end to the kiss. His mouth moved all over hers in ways she didn't know were possible, and his lips sucked on hers, fusing himself into her, and burying her feeling and essence within him forever.

After almost an eternity, Maan let go of her puffed-up and tired lips. Geet felt her head fall back on the seat, as painful gasps of breath overcame her. She took in as much air as she could, her chest rising in the effort and colliding with Maan's whose breath was heavier. He held her waist in his hands tightly, without budging an inch away from her. She closed her eyes, as the oxygen finally filled her lungs and reached her brain, and made everything start working again. The next moment, she snapped her eyes open, as finally, she realized that she had been kissed. She had been kissed for the first time, and so hard, that she felt she might not be able to use her lips for a long time.

Her eyes travelled up to Maan's, who was staring at her face and into her eyes deeply. His lips were swollen too, she realized, and there was something glossy on the corners of his mouth. My gloss'.her mind screamed out, and her cheeks changed color immediately. The silence in the car, which was filled with a kind of sinful tension was broken, as his voice came into her ears.

"Geet! Mujhe chorke mat jao'.I don't like anything without you," he said, his fingers reaching up to her swollen and raw lips and caressing them.

She closed her eyes again, as a moan escaped from her lips almost involuntarily. His index finger ran over her lower lip, touching all the minute details, while she lay under him, her cheeks a bright crimson and her ears hot with shyness.

"Ever since you left me alone, you haven't even come once to see me. You haven't stepped inside that Mansion, in my room. Your room doesn't even smell of you now. The smell's gone, you're gone and I'm all alone," he said, mildly interrupted by the gasp of a dazed Geet.

"I know you're angry with me, but, please don't kill me with your coldness," he said, his voice earnest.

Geet snapped her eyes open, and stared at him, while he looked at her sincerely. She felt her hand raise up and cup his cheek and saw his eyes widen in surprise. He twisted his face and kissed the palm of her hand lingering his lips on her skin. He spoke into her hand, "Do you regret what just happened, jaan?"

Her fingers were against his cheek and his rough stubble tickled her. She saw the look of desperation appear into his eyes, as he waited for her answer. An answer which could change everything. Change the entire moment completely. Geet probed her own mind for the answer. Yes, there was a hesitance, but that was due to her shyness. She couldn't find any form of regret or anger or wrong feeling within her. Whatever happened, she blushed, as she remembered, she liked it. The pleasure was overwhelming. She looked at him, and then, felt her eyes lowering and her cheeks blazing as she slowly nodded her head for a no, with her hand still on his cheek.

Maan sighed and smiled as he stared at her lowered head. He let out an inward sigh of relief. He didn't have an idea what would have happened if she had said yes. He would never have forgiven himself for giving in to his desires. But, she looked and seemed happy. Almost excited about their first kiss. So was he. He was never going to forget the feel of her lips on his lips and inside his mouth. His eyes darted at Geet, who was still fused close to his body, a very slight smile playing at her lips.

He smirked, and pulled Geet up closer by her waist and her breasts collided with his chest. She looked up in surprise as Maan whispered, "Does that mean you liked it?"

He had the satisfaction of seeing Geet's eyes widen in astonishment, before her usual shyness took over, and she placed two hands on his chest, trying to push him away gently. She bit her lips to stop the smile which threatened to creep up and kept her head slightly lowered, when Maan pulled her closer, resisting all her attempts to push him away.

"Since you don't regret it, it must mean that you liked it," he said, huskily, with a triumphant and purely happy smirk, "Tell me, did you like my kiss?" he continued, putting his mouth near her ear.

Geet shivered, as his hot breath fell on her ears.

"Did you like the way I kissed you, or should I improvise?" he asked, running his fingers on her waist lightly, and causing her cheeks to go hopeless red.

Babaji, yeh kaisi baatein kar rahe hain? Inki besharmi toh barti hi jaa rahi hain'. Geet cribbed to her Babaji, while instinctively licking her lips. She could still feel his touch and flavour on them.

"Don't. Do. That." He growled, between his teeth, causing Geet to look up in surprise, "You won't be able to take another one of those'." He paused for a second and then, bit out, "Kisses today."

Geet lowered her eyes quickly, almost closing them, as she understood the meaning of his words and desperation. He wanted to kiss her again, when she licked her lips. Babaji, agar chahte the, toh karlete na'main mana thodi na karti' she thought, and then, slapped herself mentally, GEET HANDA kitni gandi baatein soch rahi hain'.

"Or, maybe, you want me to," he smirked, looking at her face carefully.

She looked away, and put her hands up on his chest again, this time, pushing him a little harder. He glanced at those bony hands and let go of her waist slowly, settling her down on the seat gently. Picking up her discarded and forgotten dupatta from the driving seat, he draped it around her carefully, and sighed.

He lifted himself off her body reluctantly, and settled behind the driving wheel. Pulling up her seat, he smirked and said, "I know you want to."

Geet didn't dare glance at Maan throughout the whole drive, but she could sense and feel his eyes and smirk on her a little too clearly. She knotted her now carefully draped dupatta and ran her hand through her open hair nervously. She had not found the hairband, and her helpless blushing every time she tried to remember when it had come off didn't help either.

As the car screeched to a halt outside Handa House after what seemed to be the longest drive of Geet's life, Maan cut the engine, and held her by her waist.

"Are you going to come home tomorrow? Like you promised Annie?" he asked eagerly, searching her eyes.

Her hands clutched hold of his biceps in the uncomfortable position they were. She stared back at him, and then, a soft smile appeared on her lips as she lowered her head and nodded a yes. Maan pulled her waist closer, causing her to look up and whispered, "Say it."

She stared at him, as he stared back into her eyes waiting for her answer. After the kiss, Geet had hardly been able to speak. She didn't know whether she could use her lips, or whether she should. She felt that if she had to, she would stop speaking forever to preserve his taste on her lips. But, as he urged her, pulling her waist closer to him every minute, she slowly made an effort to move her swollen lips, and whispered, "Jee'.main'.kal'aaungi."

"Promise me, Geet!" he said again, tightening his hold on her waist.

"I'.promise." she murmured gently.

Maan let go of her waist reluctantly, and she opened the door to step out. Suddenly, Maan gripped her shoulders, and muttered, "Seatbelt nahin nikala, aur bahar jaa rahi ho'"

He unbuckled her seatbelt lovingly, all the while staring at her. Geet felt herself drowning into his eyes, but, the next minute, her gaze fell on his lips. His lips which were slightly glossed. Her eyebrows furred, as she thought of a decent way to rub the gloss off. Yeh office jaa rahe hain, agar aise hi chale gayee'.toh'.bohut'.bilkul'.pata nahin kya hoga' she thought desperately.

Maan held the steering wheel, and said, with a smirk, looking at Geet sideways, "Kya hua jaan? Mujhe chorke jaane ka mann nahin kar raha hain kya?"

She stiffened, and started knotting her dupatta nervously.

"Woh'..woh' aap'aapki'.." she started stammering, when Maan spoke for her, his eyebrows raised inquiringly, "Aapke saath rehna hain?"

"Nahin'" she said quickly, and then, bit her lips.

"Mere saath nahin rehna?" Maan asked, staring at her with wide eyes.

"Rehna hain'." She said, again too quickly, before she could even register what her words did to the animal inside Maan.

"Rehna hain?" he whispered, sliding close to her again.

She cringed away, trying to prevent herself from losing control again. She picked up her dupatta, wiped the corners of his mouth with it and then ran out of the car, before Maan could grab her back.

Maan saw her run into the house, and wiped his lips gently with a smirk, trying to brush the images of their kiss which sprang into his mind involuntarily.

"God! I'm going crazy!" he thought, leaning back on the seat and staring at the house.

I know I'm kinda late again, but my hard-disc crashed. I lost all the updates, pictures and everything... it's horrible...😭

Anyways, I hope this update lived up to your expectations!😳

Do tell me what you all feel about this, and hit the like button. I hope I'll be able to update A Sudden Change Of Heart tonight, but with the hard-disc crashed, I don't know how much I'll be able to retype by tonight!

Love

Sarzah

Originally posted by: mel420

Sarzah do you like the color blue