PASSION
Warning: Slightly Mature😳
Her body rose up as her hands clutched hold of the bedsheets desperately. She bit her swollen lips, as she buried her face into the soft pillow. He was driving her insane. The way his mouth moved over her breast- there had to be a law against it. This couldn't be legal, this couldn't be ethical. Yet, it was happening. It was happening to her. She moaned, feeling his tongue, flat and hard over her erect nipple. The wetness his tongue left on her right breast and the sinful wetness down between her legs were enough to make her go out of her mind. Unable to take anymore, she turned on her back, holding the pillow for support. Bad decision….she thought, immediately, as he moved her hair, and kissed her spine hungrily. The moan that came out was unstoppable. His hand found her breast again, and this time, there was no mercy as he squeezed it. Her hands lay limp on the bed and there was just one name in every moan, scream and whimper that left her mouth.
MAAN
She gasped, as she felt herself being turned around, and her hands being pinned down on the bed on either side of her head. That gave him a clear view of her delectable bare body, she thought with a pang. One hand of his moved down to where her panties usually are, and………
*****
Geet sat up in bed drenched in sweat. Her breath was loud and strained, as she switched on the light in her bedroom and stared at the table clock. 3am. It was 3am in the morning, she realized. Making a dash at the glass of water beside the clock, she drank till the last drop ran out. Yet, there was nothing which could set out the fire in her throat, mind, soul and body. It took her a few more minutes to realize that she was wet. There was a wetness between her legs. She quickly rose and darted into the washroom.
After a few more minutes, she walked out, her legs feeling numb and her mind dizzy. She held the bed, as she gently eased herself on it, and put her hands on her head. It was a dream….it was a dream….calm down, Geet….it was just a dream….. though she tried to convince herself and her very irrational and recently made vulgar brain, she couldn't help feel changes in her body. Almost as if it wasn't a dream.
Pagal mat ban, Geet…sapna nahin tha toh kya tha? Yeh saach kaise ho sakta hain? Tu pagal ho gayii hain, you have lost every last bit of sense you had in you…She had never dreamt anything so….so…..erotic…her mind screamed out the word to her, while she tried to shut down that voice.
Geet lay back on her bed, pulling the covers upto her throat, and lowered the temperature of the AC to try and make the room cooler, and bring her temperature down. She wanted to get rid of all kinds of warmth from her body. She wanted to freeze, she thought stupidly.
Main aisa sapna kaise dekh sakti hoon? She thought for the millionth time. It was him, it was him….aur main…mere saath…hum log…ek saath….uss tarah….main pata nahin kya soch rahi thi…. She could actually feel her cheeks going red and then, crimson. Main hi shayed pagal ho gayii hoon…..I'm sure he's just fine….he's just fine… she thought, as her eyes drifted into a tired and heavy sleep.
*****
Maan walked out of the shower throwing the towel on the bed. He pulled on his trackpants, and lay down flat in the middle of his bed with a sigh. His eyes fell on the clock which showed a glaring 4:15am and he shut them to block out everything. The next minute, he sat up on bed again.
"Oh Hell!!!" he muttered, as he felt his arousal all over again.
He groaned and then, started taking deep breaths, his brain furious. I just took a cold shower in the early hours of the morning to get rid of it…and, here it is again…. GOD!! Main kya karun? Geet, get out…get out of my head, mind soul and body….just go, get out…you have no right to stay here and torture me….Geet…. The name caused his senses to arouse again.
Her smile, her sweetness, her innocence, her soft and low voice, gentle features, her hair, her face, her LIPS….her soft and delectable body…."Oh God!!" he groaned out aloud, and clutched hold of the pillow tightly. "STOP IT MAAN!!! JUST BLOODY STOP IT!!!" he almost screamed out aloud.
And then, he remembered how her body had felt in his arms. It was so soft, so fragile, so timid…her chest colliding with his one….he had felt her nipples going erect….the feeling was so overwhelming….how can I feel something so strong for someone? It's not lust….that's for sure…I don't just want her body….I want her….completely and forever…. The arousal had no intention of subsiding and Maan sighed as he forced his eyes close and tried to get some much needed sleep.
I'm sure meri needh urake Geet aaram se so rahi hogi….I'm sure she's fine…she's just fine…he thought, almost in an helpless anger.
*****
Dear Diary,
Mujhe yahaan likhne mein bhi sharam aa rahi hain. So much has changed in me since last night. Since he kissed me…Oh God! How can anyone kiss anyone like that? I feel like I don't know my body anymore. It's his, it is crying out for him. I can't dare think about the dream I had last night, and now, I have to go to the Mansion.
Babaji, mujhe bachana…please make sure my knees don't go weak when I see him today. And, most importantly, make sure I forget the dream completely. Please.
She snapped the diary close, and put it in its usual place. Her phone rang and she picked it murmuring, "Annie, I was just leaving. Main….kuch der main…pohoch jaungi.."
"Okay, Geet. Just wanted to see if you remembered," Annie said, chirpily and hung up.
Remember? How can I forget? The images of their kiss came into her mind again and she closed her eyes tightly to shove the memory far behind her brain.
As Geet climbed down the stairs, Rano called her from her room. She went up again to see her, when her mother said, in a flustered voice, "Geet, I'm expecting some guests. Do you think you can prepare some food for them. Like dinner type?"
"Jee Maa…main khana banake chali jaati hoon," she said, and started walking out of the kitchen, when Rano said, "No, beta actually, they are coming to meet you. You can't leave today."
Geet felt her heart crash against her rib cage and she was sure her mother could hear it. She stammered as she tried to say, "Lekin…Maa…mujhe woh….Khurana Mansion…"
"Hain toh beta kal chali jaana…Annie ko phone karke bol de, I'm sure she'll understand," Rano said, and stroking her cheek once, went down to the kitchen to prepare the meal for the guests.
Geet stood in the middle of her parent's room knotting her dupatta. She felt cold droplets of sweat line her brow as she realized she had to break the promise she had made to Maan the last day. Pata nahin woh kya karenge, she thought in terror, as she remembered the look in his eyes when she had promised him. Yeh karna thik nahin hoga…lekin…main kaise….should I call him up and tell him? The thought came and went away almost immediately, as she remembered that he was almost always rude with her when she called him.
Nahin…phone pe bataya toh aur naraz ho jayenge…. Lekin main kya karun? She thought carefully, in all possible dimensions for a solution but she could think of none.
As she cut the salad in the kitchen, Geet asked her mother the question which had been probing her for a long time.
"Maa, kaun aa rahe hain? And, why do they want to meet me?" she asked.
Rano raised her eyebrows, and closed her eyes. She didn't have a reply to that question. The one she had, she knew would scare her daughter and that was the last thing she wanted to do to Geet right now. She simply said, "They are your father's colleagues. Tujhe bohut choti si dekha tha, that's why they want to see you."
She sighed in relief, as Geet didn't press the question any further. Rano smiled, thinking about how obedient and innocent her daughter was. Mujhe maaf karde beta, but I can't tell you the truth. I don't know how you'd react and it's better for now if you don't know, Rano thought solemnly.
Pata nahin yeh kya karenge…I was supposed to go today, and I didn't. After what happened yesterday…. Her brain trailed off to the images again, almost reluctantly, Babaji, mujhe bacha lena… she prayed silently.
*****
After about almost an hour, the guests arrived.
Geet, Rano and Mohinder were there to greet him. There were two middle aged women and a middle aged man. As they settled down in the living room, Geet couldn't help feel the piercing stares of the elderly women on her. She tried to ignore the feeling, thinking it was her imagination, but nothing made the uneasiness go. It increased even more, as one of the ladies blurted out, "How old are you, beta?"
She felt her parents going slightly stiff, and replied in a surprised tone, "I'll be turning 25 this November, auntyji."
"You have completed your graduation and post-graduation haina?" the other lady asked her.
"Jee…" she was hardly able to complete, before the first lady fired another question at her.
And, then, the questions kept pouring and they started becoming more personal every minute.
Khana banana aata hain? Kya kya bana leti ho?
How many kids do you want? If you don't give birth to a son, are you open to the idea of a surrogate mother?
Can you sing, or dance, or paint?
Geet felt her ears turn red with embarrassment as she answered all these questions. She could sense the discomfort in Rano and the anger in Mohinder too, but none of them said anything. After all, it might be an insult to the guests.
Do you know how to wear a saree?
Can you do a tie?
What housework can you do?
It suddenly dawned on Geet as these questions were thrown at her. She stared at her parents with teary eyes, as they lowered their gaze guiltily. None of them had realized that this experience would turn out to be so humiliating for their daughter, and now, both of them felt guilty for not telling Geet anything before hand.
However, what they didn't know was that the worst was still to happen. As Geet sat there, her eyes on the ground and her hands knotting her dupatta nervously, the man, who was obviously as old as her father said, "Beta, aap hume zaara chalke dikhayenge?"
Her parents snapped their heads up, while Geet looked up too in astonishment.she felt the first drop of tear trickle down her cheek, as the women said urgently, "Hain, yeh toh hum bhul hi gayee the. Beta, just get up and walk a little."
"Aap log yeh kaisi baatein kar rahe hain?" Mohinder started saying angrily, when Rano held his arm trying to calm him down.
All they wanted right now, was for these people to leave. Rano didn't want to insult the guests who had come to their home to visit them, and hence, she gritted her teeth, listening to all their gibberish.
Geet got up on her feet, trembling like a helpless leaf. She suddenly felt the urge to die. The feeling that they were going to check her out as she walked in front of them, just to see whether she had all the limbs and movements properly made her want to die out of shame and humiliation.she couldn't believe that her parents had lied to her. Why didn't they tell me ke eh log mujhe dekhne aa rahe hain? My parents betrayed me, or rather, they didn't trust me, she thought sadly, as she stood up to walk.
"GEET!!!"
I know that wasn't what you expected after the last update, but, well, that's
ME!😆
Anyways, thank you so much for all the likes and comments on the last thread. They just gave me an idea of how desperate you all are. Well, I am glad that I could make so many people so much desperate!😳
This update is dedicated to Mel who decided to end our rishta, if I didn't update last night, but still is in my life, despite the fact that I didn't update last night.😃
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