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intha ho gaye intzaar ki

Waiting eagerly dear.

HURRY UP WAITING

Hope u r pink in health and waiting

please make it fast dear

Thank you friends for comments, likes and wishes. I am feeling much better now.

Maansee – such beautiful pics and you have single handedly forced me to put the update today as my plan was to do it tomorrow.

Also, as promised, a double update. It is a real long one and I hope you enjoy it and we actually hit 400 mark again. I can't understand why my likes have decreased but well Maaneet are together so enjoy!!!

I am very excited about this part as I have tried to portray excitement, tension and awkwardness of being together after a long time. Hope you like my portrayal.

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Chapter 49

I raise my eyes,
To see a spark,
A ray of light,
Radiating far.

The darkness hides,
The light outshines,
My heart fills up,
The sorrow subsides.

By Abreshmina

Maan came out in his tracks and vest, rubbing his wet hair when he saw her looking at "Hope". He smiled and held her hand from behind. Geet's brain stopped working as she smelled his fresh masculine smell as he stood directly behind her. Suddenly a water drop from his hair fell on her shoulder and she closed her eyes to savor the moment.

He spoke huskily – "Do you remember Geet that I am yet to give you your birthday gift. So I thought what could be better than my most favorite painting from my most favorite artist. This is my gift to you."

Geet opened her eyes as she understood his words and turned around facing him.

"Aap mujhe meri hi painting gift denge."

[You will gift me my own painting?]

"Uhhh…sorry Jaan…I mean Geet…Tumne toh yeh sell kar di thi. So I have actually bought it back from its legal owner as a gift for you."

[Uhhh….sorry Jaan…I mean Geet…you had sold it right. So I have actually bought it back from its legal owner as a gift for you.]

Geet still looked at him with an incredulous look on her face but it immediately softened as he continued –

"Sirf isliye nahi ki tumne ise paint kiya hai balki is liye ki iske mere liye kuch mayne hain. I never shared with you before so I want to say it today.

This painting is starting of a very dear dream, which my special wifey saw at the start of her career. This painting is a ray of hope in my own dark life which kept on assuring me that one day all will be as bright as the sun. This painting is not only start of my relationship but essence of the same relationship which I share with you. It is the hope that one day we will be together and blissful like the girl in this painting. This painting is my hope.

And hence now I want to gift this to you as your birthday gift because there is nothing more precious with me than this that I can give you to mark the special day when my angel was born."

Tears streamed out of her eyes as she slammed herself in his arms.

She sobbed as she held him tight.

"Kaash ki muhe pata hota ki yeh painting aapke liye kitni important hai toh…"

[I wish if I knew before how important this painting is for you, maybe…]

Maan separated her and wiped her tears – "Jo kuch hua acha hi hua Geet. Pata nahi mein kabhi tum se yeh sab kehne ki himmat kar bhi pata ya nahi. Par tumhein khone ke dar ne mujhe phir se sach mein Maan banaya hai….woh Maan jo muskurata tha…who used to express."

[Whatever happened, it happened for for good only. I wonder if I would have been able to share all this with you ever or not. But fear of loosing you has truly made me Maan…that Maan who used to smile…who used to express.]

Geet suddenly got aware of Maan's exposed arms and chest due to vest. She blushed slightly thinking how she had hugged him. She turned around with Maan standing behind her. They stood together for sometime looking at the "Hope".

"Thanks Maan…it is a very very special gift and I will cherish it for a life time."

"Hmmm"

Geet looked back with irritation "Yeh lo…phir se hmmm…Mr. Khurana aap ka kuch nahi ho sakta. Waise us Arjun ne aapko painting de di…as he was like he had been looking for it for a long and will cherish it…wagarah wagarah."

[Not again…again a hmmm…Nothing can be done for you Mr. Khurana. But that Arjun actually gave you the painting…as he was like he had been looking for it for a long and will cherish it…etc. etc.]

Maan smirked and finished with a wink – "Don't worry; your Mr. Khurana can manage that Arjun very well…even if we were not friends from college."

Geet blushed at his use of "your" and "that" as Maan smiled and caressed her arm gently from behind.

"Geet, I know it is a very small word but thanks for giving me another chance"

Geet turned around completely. She controlled the goose bumps she felt on her arm at Maan's touch and swooned a little as his fresh masculine smell hit her nostrils. She looked down as she answered softly "A very intelligent man told me few days back that "humsafar ko saath chalne ke liye thanks nahi kehte.""

Maan smiled as Geet played back his own words. Before he could say anything more, she skipped towards the bathroom picking up her night dress.

Geet closed the door shut and calmed her heavy breathing. She shied at their hug and talk and hid her face in her clothes she held in her hands. Shaking her head slightly she mumbled to herself "Jhalli…control kar. Inka kuch nahi bigdega, jaan teri nikalni hai…hai mar jawaan."

[Stupid…control yourself. He will not loose anything, you will loose your life…God I am gonna die.]

She didn't even know that she was humming "Maar Daala" and blushing like mad even as she washed her face. Finally she controlled her erratic heart beats and came out wearing a pink t-shirt and a 3/4^th length track.

She had expected Maan to move back to study but she found him comfortably sitting on the sofa with his laptop and a movie playing on tv. "Babaji….inka iraada kya hai. Yeh kyon bachi ki jaan ke peeche pade hai. Agar yahin baithna hai to shirt toh pehn sakte hai na. Koi na Geet…bhul gayi…Mr. Touch-me-not par dekhne pe toh koi rok tok nahi. To inke dole shole dekh kar hi kaam chala le"

[Babaji…what does he want? Why is he after the kid's life. If he wants to sit her then at least he can wear his shirt. Don't worry Geet…you forgot…there is no condition on seeing Mr. Touch –me-not. You be satisfied just watching his muscles.]

She gulped her saliva and sat next to him with a foolish smile. Maan raised his eyebrow in question.

"Aap ko sona nahi hai?"

[You don't want to sleep?]

"10:00 hi baje hain Geet and I am not that sleepy. Agar tumhein light se problem hai toh mein study mein chala jaata hun."

[It is only 10:00 Geet and I am not that sleepy. If you are bothered by light then I will go to study.]

"Nahi Nahi…as you said…mujhe bhi neend nahi aa rahi. Aur agar aa rahi hoti na toh light wight se mujhe koi problem nahi hoti."

[No No…as you said…even I am not sleepy. And even if I was, then I don't have any problem with lights.]

Maan looked at her fresh glowing face with some wet tendrils. He almost felt his control slipping by "What are you doing Maan. Stop staring at her and making her uncomfortable."

Maan removed his gaze with difficulty and started looking at his laptop intently. Colors of the chart in front of his eyes just merged together to make a kaleidoscope but he did not dare to look at her.

"Are waah yeh to chupke chupke movie hai nahi….I just love it."

(Ok guys…I am going to use some reference to this movie. I am hoping most of you have seen it. For others, it is a movie where a botany professor masquerades as a driver in his wife's sister's house because he is jealous of his wife's praises for her brother-in law. It is a comedy movie. Apologies if you do not understand some parts of the updates and are not able to enjoy it. I have tried to give meaning wherever I could.)

Maan smiled as she imitated Sharmila's voice "Are kaka ghaas phoos nahi…kam se kam phool patti toh kaho."

[Are uncle, don't say just grass…at least describe it as flower and leaves.]

(This is a signature dialogue of the movie. Dharmendar is a botany professor so he and his wife sometimes chide people when they describe botany as ghass phoos - grass)

She burst out in laughter and Maan just looked at her from side as if in trance. Sweet voice of happiness not only filled the room but his heart too. But he dropped his gaze as Geet looked at him "Aap movies bhi dekhte hain?"

"Aaj kal nahi but I like watching old movies specially sitcom movies by Hrishikesh. Amol Palekar, Devan Verma…..are some of my favorite actors and I enjoy movies of this genre."

"Mujhe toh movies in general hi pasand hai but yes I agree. This genre is wonderful. I toh have lost count how many times I have seen some of these movies."

"If you are interested, I have an exhaustive collection. Neeche living room mein hogi shayad."

Geet looked at Maan surprised.

"Kya hua?"

Geet smiled naughtily and pushed his arm with her shoulder teasingly - "Nahi, I just never thought ki aap itne "Rasik" ho sakte hain"

(Rasik is another word used very often in the movie. Heroine's brother-in-law assumes that professors are usually very boring people and hence her husband will also not be "Rasik" – interesting)

Maan smiled at her cheeky answer and immersed himself back in the laptop.

Geet made herself comfortable as she watched the movie. Maan stole glances at her and smiled seeing her all giggling and enjoying it. He was with great difficulty reviewing the latest market analysis of a particular area when he heard the song -

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yIFvBsI9FsY

(Guys I suggest you watch the video if you have not seen it before. It will give you essence of what I am trying to portray.)

ab ke sajan saavan me

aag lageli badan me

ghataa barasegi nazar tarasegi magar

mil na sakenge do man ek hi aangan me

ch ch ch

Maan groaned at the situation of the song. Geet giggled again "Poor Prof sahib…kya haalat ho gayi hai pyare lal ji ki"

[Poor Prof sir…look at the condition of Pyare Lal ji.]

(Pyare lal is the name of the driver he is masquerading as)

"Acha bahut hasi aa rahi hai tumhein bichare ki situation pe. His wife should not tease him like that."

[You are enjoying at the expense of poor guys situation. His wife should not tease him like that.]

"Are kyon nahi…he is the one who decided to start the game and that too just after few days of marriage."

"But she was the one who made him jealous"

"Of her jijaji…come on…ch ch ch"

do dilo ke bich khadi kitani divaare

kaise sunungi mai piyaa prem ki pukaare

chori chupke se tum laakh karo jatan,

sajan, mil na sakenge do man ek hi aangan me

ab ke sajan saavan me

ch ch ch

Maan rued his fate as Geet enjoyed the song. "She has no idea what she is doing to me. Kitna muskura rahi hai and all I want is to crush her in my arms and kiss those smiling lips to oblivion. Shit Maan…gaana nahi suna tune. Koi chance nahi hai at least in this monsoon season so control. Teri mischievous wife is gonna tease you to your death."

He was still trying to calm his nerves when he saw her painted toes which she was wriggling with the song. He grunted inwardly as erotic thoughts of putting those into his mouth swirled in his mind and he shifted uncomfortably trying to hide his wicked desires.

tere mere pyaar kaa ye saal buraa hoga
jab bahaar aaegi to haal buraa hogaa
kaantein lagayega ye phuulon bhara chaman

sajan, mil na sakenge do man ek hi aangan me

ab ke sajan saavan me

aag lageli badan me

ch ch ch

Thanks to God grace the song ended, giving some respite to him. After few minutes, Geet yawned and she also noticed that Maan was looking tired.

"Maan raat bahut ho gayi hai. Ab aap bhi so jaiye…baaki kam kal kar lijiyega."

[Maan it is quite late. You also sleep…do the remaining work tomorrow.]

Maan nodded "Hmmm"

"Lo phir shuru ho gaya inka hmmm"

[Lo…He again started on his Hmmm]

Outwardly she smiled - "Good Night"

As she stated to walk away, Maan held her hand. Geet almost felt an electric shock "Babaji, inhe toh kuch hota nahi lekin inke chune se mujhe bahut kuch hota hai."

[Babaji, he doesn't get affected but his touch affects me a lot.]

She looked at him a little too nonchalantly "Kya hua"

[What happened?]

Maan stood up keeping the laptop down . "Woh Geet…I wanted to ask you something. Please be free and answer me candidly. Last thing I want is to make you feel awkward. Woh…is it ok, if I sleep here on the sofa. I mean, study gets quite lonely so if you feel ok. But agar tumhein zara bhi problem hai toh I will not think…"

Geet stopped him by raising her hand before he could explain more – "Maan mujhe koi problem nahi hai lekin sofa…I mean your study has bed na. Aur agar, tumhein room mein hi sona hai toh you can sleep in bed. Mera matlab, it is a big bed…nahi."

[Maan, I have no problem but sofa…I mean your study has a bed. And if you want to sleep in the room only, then you can sleep in bed. I mean, it is a big bed…right]

Maan smiled thinking to himself – "Tumhara pata nahi, but I have no trust on myself, God only knows what I will do if I sleep in the same bed."

"I know it is a big bed but I am sure it will make you uncomfortable. Waise bhi shaadi se pehle mein aksar is sofe par hi kam kar ke so jata tha, so don't worry. You see this sofa is quite big too. But are you ok if I am in same room."

Geet shrugged her shoulders – "Sure"

She walked to the bed and gave him a pillow and sheet. She herself slipped under the duvet as Maan pulled over the sheet and lay in the bed.

As the light was switched off, they could hear each others soft breath in the silent room. Both tried to calm their thudding hearts so that other could not hear the heartbeat. Finally Geet turned towards the opposite wall and stared at their wedding frame. Though it was dark, as her eyes adjusted, she could still make outline of the frame from whatever moon light was flitting. She caressed the frame gently and closed her eyes.

Maan stared at her turned silhouette and exhaled softly. He knew he was torturing himself but he truly did not want to sleep in a different room anymore and also wanted to give her time to accept this relationship completely. He just wanted to have her in front of his eyes as much as possible.

They both were fully aware of each other's presence and it took a while for them to get adjusted to each other's aroma and breathing sound. Eventually as night progressed, they both slipped into a much more comfortable sleep then they had imagined. After all their heats felt at peace and secure just knowing that they were together.

Precap - "Will you go out for a dinner date with me tonight?"