For Dr. Khurana, with love, MG SS, pg 177,178 - Page 127

Originally posted by: Ramykrish

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Please consider making this an FF with past and present scenario's and I damn sure this FF will be a superhit.Because you have plugged all emotions in correct places.It seems to me you are a well versed writer.Is it your first try?If it is so I am amazed.👏

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For Dr. Khurana, with love

The need arose in her as feminine as time to seek his attention in a blaring way. She spent a lot of time on picking the right sari and perfecting her makeup. As she wore the last bangle a sudden noise from the front gate brought her to the balcony to look down at the gathering of children who were surrounding him. He had picked up a small girl in his hands and the other children were clamoring for him to play cricket with them. He agreed with a smile handing the little girl to her elder sister. As he took his position to bat on the street in front of her home, he glanced towards her balcony. Geet stood in the balcony looking like an angel in a beautiful flesh toned zardosi saree. He was spellbound. In a span of a minute, the ball hit the stumps and the children screamed "Bowled, you are out". His gaze had not swerved from her for a second and the intensity of his gaze must have reached her but she just lifted her shoulders and went back in. Oops, looks like he had his work cut out for him, Maan thought. His mishti was mad at him. From the petulant bow of her mouth, his mind wandered to the sight she had made in the saree. Where the saree stopped and her glowing skin began was difficult to say. To say he had a beautiful wife was putting it mildly. Shrugging and still smiling he played with the children for a few minutes before he went in.

His phone rang and looking at the caller id indicating his personal secretary he answered right away, "Yes, Pari what is it?".

"Sir, I forgot to tell you, ma'am wanted to come at lunch time but since the minister was with you and they had sent us out of the building I could not get the message to you. I am sorry I should have told you sooner, really, really sorry".

"It's OK Pari, next time be more careful".

As he ended the call, he realized the reason Geet was angry with him. He had to say it was a little fun for him when she got mad. Her pert little nose would go red and the eye rolling and silent treatment just egged him on to be naughtier than usual. All through their childhood and even now when she was his wife he never missed a chance to tease and pester her. She was the only person with whom the famous Dr. Khurana could relax and be a kid. His mind was planning on all kinds of devious ways to tease her already. Mishti sweet and loving was alright but when you added the element of nok-jhok to her she was irresistible and add a fiery challenge or two to the mix, well, what could he say. His sherni was a joy to tame and he was up to any challenge today.

Dressed to kill, she hurried down the steps to where her parents were already greeting the guests in the living room. In her hurry she missed a step at the end only to run into a strong pair of arms. As they steadied her and glued her to him, her anger returned as she gazed at him. He pulled them to a dark corner by the front door.

She recognized the black striped shirt that he wore, the one she could not resist and had bought for him. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows showing the sprinkling of dark hair on his forearms. The tight black pants, the shirt, the fresh from the shower still slightly wet hair and that oh so innocent face, her husband, the atom bomb in her life, smiled at her. So he thought she would melt that easily, did he?

She rolled her eyes unknowingly giving him a view of her almost backless top. Something stirred within her as she felt the hitch in his breath. The same arms that were holding onto her now clenched her back to his chest tightly. She felt his heat all over her as his breath heated her nape and he kissed her there. "Geet...", he mumbled. Ignoring the reaction of her body, she let her hair cover her back fully as she shrugged her shoulders and turned away from him with a pout.

He closed his eyes and sighed. All his thoughts of taming his sherni were lost whenever she came in front of him. He was always surprised how easily she could make him succumb to her. He smiled as he saw her again from afar. Her face with a slight blush still on it, her slightly pouting lips which he could not wait to taste, she was like a siren that never failed to attract him. Like a moth to a flame, his eyes kept straying to her as he watched from the shadows by the pillar.

In his head he roundly cursed the minister who had dropped by his clinic just as he was ready to take her out to lunch. The entire security detail had come in to first empty his clinic and then run him and his staff through their security checks. They had confiscated his mobile and scared his entire staff. The downfall of a clinic close to Parliament were these tiresome ministers and their ill-mannered security officers. He had missed an afternoon with his wife all because the super bloated fool minister was having problems in the bedroom. Maan shook his head trying to tamp his anger down. The guy had droned on and on taking away his precious time and it had taken him back breaking amount of hours to catch up with the rest of his patients.

He looked again at his wife longingly. He had been so busy with his clinic lately that lunch today was a time that she would have desperately wanted with him. As he looked at her loving face, he thought about how he was going to make it up to her. He smiled as he knew that all her eye rolling was a pretense, she could never stay away from him and neither could he from her. As he stepped into the great hall, her mother arrived to welcome him with food and talk. Geet looked away as she saw him getting surrounded by all the females in the vicinity.

Using his most flirtatious voice he said, "Wow, Aaj toh aap bilkul chand ka tukra lag rahi hai ...". Holding her breath Geet shyly looked up at him to see him not even looking at her but her mother. Turning red she looked away fuming silently.

"Mummyji, I think Sasurji is definitely the luckiest man alive. You know I will have to put kaajal ka tikka on you... Wait, one minute". Saying this, he grabbed Geet's face in his hand taking some of her kaajal and applying it to her mother's cheek near her ear. As she fumed silently watching him getting oohs and aahs from all around, he looked at his finger which still held kaajal on it and then muttered "...oh, what to do with this. Here Geet.." saying so he put the rest of the kaajal near her ear. Swiftly he turned to her mother who smiled at him "Chup oye badmaash...". Getting rapidly irritated by the adoring fan club of two, Geet was going to turn away from him when she heard him continue. "You know, I learnt how to make parathas yesterday mummyji".

"Jiju, you are making up stories. Geet told me you had chinese last night" her sister chimed in. "Did you have chinese or not...". Raising his hands he gave up silently as he watched her escape all questions and walk away from the crowd.

Her face flamed with mortification and color suffused it as her heart thudded out of her chest. Surely, he was not going to describe all that happened in that kitchen yesterday. Besharam insaan, mujhe tangg karne ka ek bhi mauka nahi chodta, she thought. She quickly grabbed a glass of water and left the room to escape the memories his words had invoked in her.

It was late in the previous evening and she had been mixing the items to make the paratha dough when two arms had slid around her encapsulating her. Her thoughts had drained completely from her as she inhaled his cologne and felt his taut structure enfold her in his embrace. Her head had lolled back onto his shoulder. While trapping her to the counter his hands had merged with her fingers in the soft dough. Making the dough had turned into a never to be forgotten sensual experience. Several soft kisses on her cheeks and jaw had been followed by more down her shoulders as she tried to focus on the dough. Long warm fingers had played with hers as his heat had surrounded her and when his warm mouth had started kissing her from her nape down her spine she had practically melted into a puddle. Teeth and hands had made quick work of the ties of her blouse and inners. His hands had reached under her blouse to mimic the kneading action there while his thumb grazed her n***le. When his mouth had followed the path of his hands she could barely stand upright. He moved his hands down to her thighs holding her tight to his body and she keenly became aware of his state of arousal. With the slow grinding against her body and his hands working their magic on her she was too lost to even remember her own name. He had picked her up to carry her to their bedroom. The cooking was long forgotten as they had reached for each other. A long time later they had ordered Chinese food to be delivered. Two glasses of cold water later, still blushing from the memory she raised her lashes discreetly to look his way.

If she stayed away from him, she convinced herself that it was well deserved. How dare he spend the better part of the day ignoring her and then make her mush with just a few whispers and a kiss. Granted he was busy but that could not excuse him. Avoiding him throughout the party she felt a laser like look scorch her back everywhere she went. Unavoidably her eyes strayed to him. The slightly wet hair took her back to the many mornings when he had pulled her into the shower with him. As if on cue his eyes met her and noticed the flush on her cheeks. Nervously she bit her lower lip. Smirking to himself, his eyebrow rose slightly as he looked her up and down, focusing on her lips as he slightly touched his tongue to his own lips. She grabbed the ends of her saree and squeezed it tight as she cursed him roundly in her head.

Her husband was a scoundrel, a rogue and the biggest flirt she had ever known and today she was not going to succumb to his wicked charm. She turned her most dazzling smile to the person nearest her who turned out to be one of the waiters. He almost dropped his tray. She looked his way from the corner of her eyes and noticed him hide a smile in his hands. An answering smile made its way to her face and she quickly suppressed it. His long fingers hiding his face made her look again with longing but she steeled herself and left the room walking towards the kitchen to get the cake. It was in the storeroom carefully hidden behind a few large boxes. As she turned on the light, the small ceramic lamp cast dark shadows in the storeroom.

No sooner did she enter the storeroom, the door closed and she felt him behind her. "Sorry baby. Some minister had come for a checkup, jaan. Tum jaanti ho na, they take away mobiles for security. I am sorry baby", he said softly in her ears. The anger left her as fast as it had come. Before she could utter a word he had gathered her to him and kissed her till her toes curled. Feeling an ache settling deep in her belly, she returned his kisses with equal passion. He could feel her body react and she could feel his as he held her close to him. No words were necessary as they remained glued to each other kissing longingly and touching each other frantically.

"Didi, where are you? Did you get the cake?". She heard the whisper of her younger sister in the kitchen. Easing away from him and carrying the cake with her she left the storeroom. She smiled at the muffled groan that emanated from the storeroom. "Thoda badla toh banta hai", she thought to herself.

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Being abandoned in the store room did not sit well with Maan. His calculating mind made a quick plot and he made his way to her only to be stopped by his favorite saali again. Looks like his kundali was not in alignment with his youngest saali today.

"Jiju, where are you going? Bauji wants you to meet some guests of Darji's, you know, . Choudhary chacha and his guests Mr. Rahul and Sasha Sharma have come. Will you go to them in the living room please?". Maan stopped with that bit of news, a frown marring his handsome face. The Sharmas were here? His displeasure increased as he reached the living room and saw them. Yep, it sure was the tactless and ill mannered Sasha Sharma standing there in a white saree looking down her nose at the sweet welcome being provided by the Handas. As he approached them he saw her face pale a bit, then almost grow mutinous. After making a courtesy call to his father in law and their guests he excused himself and left them. Holding a drink in his hand, he looked at the liquid in it, the waves caused in there reflecting the rippling of memories within him.

Mrs. Sharma was his step mother Pammi's best friend. Like minded ladies interested in social climbing and disposing off their husbands wealth, they were friends in a way only the very wealthy had, each intent on using the other. For Pammi who was a simpleton, the flair and glamour that Sasha's model daughter Sameera displayed was the main attraction. For Sasha it was the Khurana's immense wealth and connections that appealed. Somehow both of them had hatched a plan to get Sameera and Maan married. Little did they know that Maan had given his heart to Geet years ago. Whereas Sameera had not cared and gone on to leave her modeling career and marrying her boyfriend of many years, her mother still held a grudge against Geet, hating her for stealing away her planned entry into high society. His mouth curved into a sardonic curl thinking about what Mrs. Sharma would say now about him as a prospective son-in-law, if he was still single, that is.

When his father and step mother had not accepted Geet, a simple middle class girl in their lives, he had left the vast Khurana empire, mansion and its fortunes to marry the girl of his wishes with just the clothes on his back. With Geet's love and support he had created a new life and established himself firmly in his dream career. His clinic catered to the rich and famous sure, but half of his time and his money was spent on providing free services to those who were needy and destitute. The years of his residency which he had spent in villages caring for the very poor, in areas where medical care was not easily available, had touched Maan to the core. While his fellow class mates had gone on to high paying fast jobs, mansions, cars and material goods, he had poured his heart and soul into serving and helping in areas that were medically deprived. Maybe it meant that he did not have many companies, cars, homes or an enormous bank balance but it afforded him the joy of being his own boss, serving those he chose and being paid many times over in the blessings he received from his patients and their families. He was moderately wealthy but more than that he was relaxed and happy with his life.

A few weeks after the wedding when his temper had cooled down, his father had asked him if he wished for anything from the Khurana household and he had unabashedly asked for Daadima. Since his mother's death, Daadima was the one closest to him. Growing up he shared everything with her, his dreams, his goals, his ambitions, his love. Her encouragement was unfailing in his developing years and if today he was able to attribute his success to anyone it would be her. Daadima only too glad to leave the fake show-off world of her son and daughter-in-law jumped at the chance to live with Maan and Geet. Daadima had always approved of Geet whole heartedly seeing that the girl lived for her grandson's every wish. Her simplicity and charm along with her loving kind nature had made her bond to the girl instantly. Geet found a friend and mother in Daadima who helped her establish a new life with Maan with ease and confidence. Theirs was a cozy world of three, happy, joyful and loving.

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Maan's thoughts came to a halt when he heard her giggling with her sister. The incident in the storeroom flashed up again in his head.

Hmmm, it had been what, half an hour since he had teased her. No wonder he was feeling restless.

He looked at her and gestured to her to come to him. Geet obviously being Geet still smarting from his teasing just rolled her eyes, ignored him and continued with her conversation.

Oh, she would ignore him, would she! Now he totally felt challenged. He walked over to her with his phone held to his ear pretending to be on a call and dragging her away with a casual "Excuse us". He almost chuckled when she asked "Who is it?", referring to the call. He pocketed the phone and moved closer to her. Like someone had just given a movie clap and said action, he started his nautanki.

"Geet, This is my last warning to you, please stop this, please I beg you", he whispered in a horrified voice.

"Huh... what... what am I doing?", she was totally confused now, forgetting that she was not supposed to be talking to him.

"Everyone in this room knows it Geet, please you are embarrassing me now", he continued in a meek and low voice looking away from her as if he was shy.

"What, what am I doing...I don't know...", she looked at him perplexed while he was trying to hide his face.

"Geet, everyone can see it. You are, you are, uh, you are undressing me with your eyes".

"You are treating me like, like..." hiding his face behind his fingers now and trying to stifle a laugh, "... like, uh, a sex object Geet. A plaything... have I no feelings Geet, please stop doing this. I am so ashamed now". Before she could recover from her sputtering he went and stood close to her father and started talking to the guests there.

As her mouth rounded to an "O" and her face flooded with color, she cast him a glance wondering if he had gone mad.

Giving a pained expression, he looked down quickly at his chest, giving a horrified look and closed one of his four open buttons and turned away from her.

"As if..., as if I would...chi chi Babaji.. yeh kya keh rahe hai, maine aisa kab kiya", she was mumbling away when her mother came to see her.

"Kya baat hai Geet, kabhi tu upset lag rahi hain, kabhi gussa, kuch hua hai kya"? Rano asked her seeing her confused and indignant looking daughter.

"Woh, ma, woh woh Maan...", she didn't even know what to say further "... woh".

"Arrey Geet, Maan toh Papaji ke pas khada hai, dekh na, dekh woh waha hai. Tu bhi na Geet ...", Rano shook her head and left.

"Yeh mera dusht pati... main abhi dekhti hoon aap ko Dr. Khurana, Geet se panga lena ka matlab sikhati hoon", she glanced angrily at him now.

Maan who was now thoroughly enjoying seeing her all red and mumbling and sputtering again looked at his chest with a shocked look and closed yet another button. He turned away from her to escape her as she made his way to him.

As she made her way towards him, the sherni in her roared to life.

"Teasing, teasing and more teasing, aaj toh aap ki khair nahi Maan". She promised herself that he would pay.

Finding him trying to escape to a nearby room, she followed him in with a sly smile on her face, closing the door.

Walking towards him eyeing him up and down appraisingly, she slowly opened the buttons he had closed, running a finger down his chest.

Feeling deeply satisfied with the tremble that ran through his body, she got ready to carry the rest of the plan through. Maan had but one weakness and even if she had the same one, she was still going to use it.

She moved her face close to his, breathing the words on his lips, "Just a fair warning to you Dr. Khurana. Don't say I didn't tell you...", she inched closer and closer. Maan was practically in meltdown mode already with the storeroom encounter and now having her so close to him.

"...tonight", she looked coyly at him, "tonight I am going to rock your world". She could almost feel his heart jumping in his chest at her words. His eyes had darkened and that glazy look filled them.

Slowly she ran her hands over his chest looking at him from under her eyelashes. Maan was a total gone case now. He gathered her close to him and she went willingly. He started nuzzling her cheeks and neck slightly and she let him. Her eyes remained wide open throughout making sure she does not fall in his spell. Badla Geet badla, yaad rakhna, she lectured herself as she felt her traitorous body respond. She knew she had only a few minutes left before all would be lost. After all this was Maan, who knew her too well. She thought to speed the process along so as to trap instead of being trapped.

"This room is so private and quiet, hai na, Maan, I was thinking...", she looked at him shyly and suggestively.

Mr. Ever Ready practically jumped at the suggestion, "Oh, yes Geet, good idea". Still lost in her he was only too eager for her to think of anything else.

"I was ready for a little preview before the night; too bad about it though...", she lay the net over the fish she was going to reel in.

"Bad, no baby, nothing is bad, what is bad", his mouth still preoccupied with hers, hands still running over her back, inching his body closer and closer to her now.

"I don't want you to feel bad Maan...", she said, "... not feel like a plaything you know, like I was stripping you with my eyes". She took a step away from him.

"Arrey nahi, I don't feel like that, kisne kaha. I will strip for you right now. In fact you can strip me every night for the rest of our lives", he took a step closer to her, starting to unbutton his shirt. His dreamy bed-room eyes and his husky voice was starting to affect her. Quickly she changed the image in her head from Maan to Sanjay Dutt in AgneePath. For a moment Hrithik's face flashed instead but she quickly switched it to Sanjay Dutt. A shiver ran down her spine and the meltdown inside her paused instantly. There, that was better, she still had time now to finish this job.

"I know I can, but you were feeling, na, like a uh, sex object. I can't do that to you. It would be so wrong". She stepped back again.

"No no who said that, I am not feeling anything. You can treat me like a sex object any day, baby. I live to be your sex object". He reached for her again hungrily running his hands over her trying to hold onto her.

#Got you!# she did a mental high five. Hook, line and sinker. She allowed him a couple of minutes of holding her and kissing and nuzzling her before laying down her ultimate line.

"Sorry Maan, I can't make you sacrifice so much for me. I guess it will have to wait till after the party", she sighed dramatically, mentally giving herself an Oscar for her performance.

"It's only four more hours, baby. Then I am all yours. Miss me". Running her hand through his chest, his face and his lips, she gave him a quick kiss before escaping from the room.

"Tease me will you, let's see how smooth the rest of the party goes for you Dr. Khurana. Excellent job Geet!" she patted her own back.

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Maan groaned at the loss of the warm body in his hands. He was so close to her he could still feel her breath on his. Thoughts that were never out of his mind when Geet was in his arms had flooded his brain and body already. His mind and body was always in overdrive when she was in his arms. She was going to rock his world was she. Image after image of her in all her enchanting, seductive and enticing glory passed through his head. Sticking his hands in his hair and ruffling it he thought, "will this party never end; four hours, how am I going to get through four hours now".

He tried to get control over his body and his breathing. Maybe he should learn yoga or meditation, he thought. The caveman had it so easy, his mind reasoned; grab the girl, throw her over your shoulders and do what you will. How he wished he was born in the simplicity of those times. Well since that was not possible, he continued to explore other possibilities. Maybe if he thought of some ugly people, this, whatever it was that was driving him crazy, would go away. Let's see ugly actresses, maybe he could think of some. This was foolproof in college. He closed his eyes trying to focus. The only image that kept popping was his hazel eyed beauty who was just in his arms, her fragrance still in his breath, her kiss still on his lips; images from last night, her soft skin, her tiny waist; her ...Maan don't even go there. Feeling the need for some fresh air, he stepped out for a while running his hands through his hair. If he could stand for an hour under a cold shower he would.

Teasing his Mishti so much was not so fair after all, he thought, yet the thoughts of a rocking night somehow both consoled and excited his overeager and shameless soul now.

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Author's Note: Hope you have enjoyed this part friends. I am an ardent fan of a very strong Geet and most of the times when I have read stories with her represented like that, I have loved it. There is a reason for Geet being so fragile and quiet here which is shown in the precap. This is a love story and true love only triumphs when adversities are faced together.

Hope you stay with me on the journey to the next part which is the last part. Really very nervous about it so do drop in a line to encourage me.

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Uplifted by her success in putting the teasing aside at least for this evening, Geet came out of the room with her hand to her heart standing there letting her heartbeats slow down. Her husband was quite quite irresistible. She should get a gold medal for surviving all that and leaving from there unscathed. She twisted the wedding band inside which his initials were inscribed 'MSK'. She passed by a mirror and quickly straightened herself out. Lucky for her she was wearing a saree today; Maan usually changed from a human to an octopus when she had a saree on, she thought giggling to herself.

Schooling her features to a demure smile she went back to the party. She passed by two females gossiping one in white, the other in black. She smiled at them and moved on but when she heard their conversation all the blood drained from her face turning it white as chalk. "Haan, yahi hai Khurana khandan ki bahu, Geet. Do saal ho gaye shaadi ko. Ab tak koi waaris nahi diya. Bechari Savitriji. Itni dhan daulat par kya fayda. Ek hi toh pota hai". The woman in black must have mumbled something which she did not hear. "Koi aur hota toh chod deta isse. Pata nahin Maan aur Savitriji iss mein kya dekhte hai. Manhoos kahi ki". Not waiting to hear the response of the second woman she quickly walked away.

Suddenly all the events of the past flashed into her eyes, her accident, her miscarriage, her loss. Hurt and sorrow swept in like a hurricane battering and shattering her insides.

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Not many people had known she had been pregnant because Daadima in her wisdom had kept quiet about it until she would be much further along. Sometimes she wondered if people realized that in their random mutterings they caused more pain than a thousand knives slashing all at once. Did they even realize how many times she had pointed the finger at herself, how much she blamed herself? How angry she was with herself for running down those steps? Maan and Daadima had always asked her to go slow on the steps but she had been careless. She was the only one responsible for all the pain that she had caused her loved ones. God had blessed them with so much joy and her single mistake had made her lose it. In spite of that Daadima and Maan had taken so much care of her, making her feel all the more worthless, more and more angry with herself.

When a few months had passed and she had not become pregnant quickly, Maan had come home early one day to find her sobbing her heart out. When he had asked her and tried to calm her, everything she had been feeling and thinking came out with great sobs. How she felt totally unworthy of him, maybe she was not meant for him, maybe he would be better off without her, maybe she would never be able to give him a child, it all came spilling out.

Something about those words set Maan off like never before "How dare you say that Geet? How dare you think such things Geet? Leave me, tumne aisa socha kaise? What would I live for then Geet? How can one single moment mean more than everything that we have meant to each other for so many years Geet?...".

When he looked at her all broken up and shattered, he took a deep breath to get a hold of himself. While he had been running a busy practice and had coped with hope and conviction that they would soon have their family it was harder for her. She worked with children all day. It would be tough to hold and care for others babies when the dream of holding her own had been snatched from her. Even though she was a loving girl, it would surely pinch her constantly.

Realizing that as deep and raw as the pain was, there was no way out but to get through this together. He had to be the stronger one at this moment. If she could not walk beside him on their journey together he would carry her with him. He sat close to her holding her in his arms.

Once he was feeling calmer, he continued in a softer tone trying to reason with her "...If I did something that hurts us by mistake, will you treat me this way Geet, bolo? Will you not care for me and love me in every situation? Why are you assigning blame to yourself for an accident? Look at me Geet. Just look at your Maan". He tilted her face to look into her eyes.

"Until God blesses us again, is my love not enough for you Geet? Am I not enough?"

"Can you, I and Daadi not be a family for now?...". Seeing her sob uncontrollably he had held her closer to him with tears and soothed her

"Geet, with or without children, with or without anything in our lives, I only want you in my life. Look in my eyes Geet, who do you see? It's always you, only you, nothing but you".

With hurting and sorrowful eyes she looked at him to see hurt and sorrow reflected there.

As her sobs subsided he just kept holding her, stroking her back and caressing her hair softly. His words were the balm that her anguished soul needed.

When she was calmer he continued, "Life has its ups and downs Geet and this too shall pass. When you are broken up like this, I feel like the lowest person on earth. I feel ashamed that I cannot keep you happy. I feel like you don't have faith in God or me Geet. What should I say to you that you will believe me? If you don't believe in me Geet at least believe in God. I can't see you like this, my heart breaks each time I see sadness on your face".

There were tears in his eyes now.

Seeing her love in tears was the last thing Geet could bear. Her laughing joking naughty Maan was hurting because of her sadness. No other thing could wound her more deeply. She realized in a flash that seeing her sad would have been just as painful and crushing to him. While she thought herself alone in her loss, he was right there with her all along. He was being faithful to his vows of marriage, where as she had not looked past her own hurt.

She reached over and wiped his eyes saying, "Maan, I trust you more than myself. I promise you Maan, you will never see your Geet sad again. I live for you and will always live for you no matter what life throws our way. I only need you Maan".

From that day onwards, she had willed herself to try to draw herself out of her gloom. There would never be a tear in Maan's eyes anymore, not from her being sad, she could not bear that. She had been utterly broken up about the loss but Maan had slowly and gently healed her. There was so much love that was showered by both him and Daadima that she came out of her doldrums and started living happily again, praying faithfully to God to bless her with the happiness of a child again.

The fragile broken doll that she had become had mended but it was moments like this when someone's acidic words crumpled her away into a pile of clay again.

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She stopped at a corner and composed herself. Taking several calming deep breaths she fixed an image of Babaji smiling at her and blessing her in her head. For Maan, for Daadima, for her family, that image provided her the faith to believe in a better future and she would just trust in Babaji and them. It was a happy occasion for her family and she was not going to let someone's mean words ruin it for them. She pasted a smile on her face as she came out with the cake.

Happily the family posed for pictures after the cake cutting. Maan had noticed her slightly quieter than before and he raised his eyebrow to ask her what's wrong. She just shook her head and lowered her eyes quickly but not quick enough for his eyes to have caught the darkest days flashing deeply in her eyes. Traces that he thought were buried had resurfaced again. Her not looking at him caused even more worry. He used every opportunity to get close to her, purposely making the photographer take a lot of pictures of them trying to make her smile. His eyes quickly scanned the crowd to find out who would have caused that pain to show up in her eyes again when his eyes locked in on Mrs. Sharma, Sameera's mother giving evil glares to Geet. He was sure that it could only be her who must have said something hurtful to Geet.

Anyone messing with the love of his life, his Geet, was not going to get away with it. It was his duty to protect her and that he would. Standing by a pillar, he looked at the Sharmas scornfully. Mrs. Sharma in her white sari with a green and gold border trying to imitate the looks of someone much younger had a look of boredom on her face whereas her husband standing next to her was lecherously eying the innocent teenage girls who were dancing freely amongst themselves. He clenched his jaw as he noticed the flask of alcohol from which Mr. Sharma kept guzzling.

Hmmm, time for the Sharmas to make their exit. Making up his mind, he passed by rapidly near Mr. Sharma bumping him and causing him to spill his entire drink on his wife. As he heard Mr. Sharma being yelled and cursed at by his wife, he added oil to the flames, proclaiming, "Oh oh, Sharmaji, aaj toh kuch zyaada pi li hain aapne. Yeh kya kiya apne. Mrs. Sharma ki poori saree kharab kar di. Kitni gandi lag rahi hain ... so dirty".

Giving horrifying glances at her dress and pretending to help Mr. Sharma, he watched them as they hastened to get their things together and make a hasty exit.

The Handas who were gracious hosts rushed over to help and Maan watched them thinking that he needed to have a word with Geet's father about inviting such people over. Geet who was noticing all this from afar looked at him with awe. Maan never failed to stand up for her, even when she never complained, he knew everything and he took care of her. She smiled at him with all the love in her eyes as he winked at her. Sometimes words were not necessary between two people when eyes could talk.

Maan looked at her seeing that the event had taken a toll on her. For all the teasing that he did, Maan had a pulse on her heartbeats. He knew her inside out. Doubts and blame which were always hanging over her head seemed to be winning over her will today. He could sense her faith and self confidence faltering again. Images of all that they had gone through over these months screeched through his eyeballs like nails on a chalkboard. He shook his head a couple of times to shake the dreariness away. She would never walk a dark path as long as he was there to light up her every step.

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Late in the night when the guests had gone, she told him she could not return with him because she had promised her mother to stay the night. She had made the promise in anger but now she regretted it, longing to stay engulfed in his embrace, needing his heartbeat next to hers. Her eyes looked at him as if loath to part with him, the hurt still not soothed, the past still not completely erased, the pain still raw and burning buried deep in the corner of her eyes. Her parents had already retired for the night so he was the last to leave. She went up to her balcony to see if she could catch a glimpse of him heading to the car. "Missing me already Mishti...", he smiled from the dark corner of her balcony. She ran into his arms flinging herself into his embrace while a sob tore through her.

"Geet, kya hua, batao mujhe", he said worriedly holding her face in his hands carrying her into the bedroom. There was no way he would have left her when he had seen that hint of sadness in her eyes.

She shook her head clutching him tightly "Maan, please. Maan, I need you...".

He held her in his embrace. "You will always have me, Geet. Always".

"Iss janam mein hi nahi balki har ek janam mein Maan sirf Geet ka hai, sirf Geet ka aur tum sirf meri ho Geet, Maan ki Geet".

"Mere hote hue tumhe koi dukh choo bhi nahi sakta. Main hoon tumhare saath Geet".

He crushed her to him, kissing every inch of her face as he went along.

Rooh se rooh ke darmiyan,
ishq ke hain hazaro jahan
ya khuda mujhko dede agar ek jahan
toh maang lu tere liye, tere liye, tere liye
tere liye, tere liye

Geet stood still in his arms eyes closed, absorbing him and a hundred of his kisses. Only he could complete her. All other thoughts left her senses. The oneness with him gave her a place to belong. The soothing that her heart desired could now only be found in his arms, in his embrace, in his loving. All her doubts and insecurities and darkness just faded in front of the light of love she always found in his eyes. He completed her in all senses and at that moment he was all she desired and craved for with an overwhelming need that shook her.

It was as if she could take out her broken heart to place in his hands and he would fix it and put it back in her. She clung to him as if her life depended on it raising her face placing kisses close to his heart.

The latent passion of the evening surged in their veins as they scrambled clutched and clawed their ways past their barriers. Something missing in her broken heart needed to be filled and the incompleteness that he sensed in her eyes was meant for him to shatter. To possess and complete each other was the only goal now, the only overwhelming need of this second.

Her sari was disposed off rapidly along with his shirt. Her skirt was bunched quickly against her as she tore at his belt buckle. She was clutching his shoulders as he grabbed her to him and tightened her legs around his waist. It was torrid, hot, passionate and quick as they collapsed against each other their arms and foreheads meeting as their bodies just had. He held her tighter to him, close to his heart, caressing her back softly till their heartbeats returned to normal. She felt completeness within his arms. Slowly feeling the blanket of love and soothing embracing her, slowly feeling the healing that he brought to her, she came out of his arms looking at him radiating love to her.

As she turned around to walk away from him, she felt him pull her back to his chest. He knew now that the Geet that was broken up about the past had left and in her place was the one who was his mate in all senses. This was his sherni, a part of his soul, the one who would match each word with word and his each action with action in all aspects of life, in his bed and out of it. If the closeness they had shared just now was about her and her explosive need for him, this was going to be about him.

He wanted to love her now not just as a need but as a want, someone to be desired irresistibly, someone to be cherished forever, with his every breath, as long as they both should live; slowly, till every other thought left her head and it was only him in her mind, body and soul.

Poem found by Naureen (Koolsmile)

Mujhe apne badan ki khushboo se masroor kar do
Mujhe apni nazuk baahon me mehsoor kar do
Seene se laga k saare gham door kar do
Main tumse juda na ho paun itna majboor kar do
Surkh honton se pilao ya in mast aankhon se
Main tere jism se lipta rahoon itna choor kar do
Le k baahon me tujhe honton se itna choom loon
Faasle sharam-o-haya k tum bhi door kar do
Meri nas nas me bas jaye meri jaan pyar tera
Main kisi aur ko na dekhun itna mujhe maghroor kar do

(Masroor- khush, Mehsoor-trap krna, qaid krna)

He was going to love her with his words, his actions, with every fiber of his being. His other hand came around her waist to bring her closer to him. As she was encompassed into the warmth of his body, she felt him nuzzle her right ear. "Did I tell you how much I missed you today", he whispered. His warm breath on her nape and those lips tugging her ear lobes almost undid her. "You are so beautiful jaan. Yeh kaisa pyaar hain. Even when I am with you, I want to have more of you. I am under your spell Geet. I am yours, only yours..". His husky whispers set fires deep within her as his tongue swirled and played around her ears and neck. Her feet which were barely holding her up felt like jelly now. Her breath came out fast and furious as she turned her face to try to align her lips to his roving mouth. The warmth of his mouth was causing waves of sensations exploring her shoulders and lower and he bit her there lightly.

Slowly he started to taste her jaw as again she moved her head to reach for his mouth. Her hand went to the back of his head, her fingers clutching his hair. At last he gave in and his tongue came out to taste her lips. Her mouth opened and he tugged at her lower lip slowly tasting her. Holding her tighter he raised her to fit against his body while their mouths fused and devoured each other. She was pouring herself into the kiss expressing all that she could in that act when she felt his desire for her and her body melted in response and submission.

His arms wound fiercely around her as he picked her up and carried her to bed. He was using his hands and mouth to communicate all his love to her, bringing her to the edge several times; going over every inch of her body leaving his mark everywhere until nothing remained but him in every atom of her. This time it was slow. A determination to make up for all the time lost during the day, to give their love to each other completely, to cherish and hold each other in love. They caressed, explored and tasted each other until they could hold out no more. As waves and waves of satisfaction engulfed their bodies, they reached for each other still softly kissing and holding on. Finally satiated, they lay spent in each other's arms.

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Late in the night, the question which was on his mind came to him again.

"Why were you coming to the office today? Just for lunch ya kuch aur baat thi".

"Woh...", suddenly feeling shy she edged in closer to him.

"Woh? Phir se Geet... ? Did we not just do it twice already...", he teased her.

"Not that woh..", she smacked his hands looking away,

"... aap na bade dusht ho. Poutingly she looked away,

" chaddo I am not telling you".

"Main dusht? Meri kya galti hai, Geet. Tum isse woh kehti ho, kiss ko woh kehti ho. Ab main kaise samjoon ki tum kaun se woh ki baat kar rahi ho. Tumhe apne 'woh' ki ek dictionary banani chahiye Geet", he teased her.

Seeing her look away seriously, he stopped. "Chalo no more teasing, batao na", he urged her.

"Maan...I have something to tell you", she said after a while in a low voice slightly nervous, still not believing the news herself. As happy as she was, the fear of history repeating itself still gripped her subconscious. She tried not to be fearful and tried to continually place her destiny in God's hands but there were moments in the day when she became unsure, when her faith was tested. Would she be able to be successful this time around?

Sometimes fear can eclipse even the greatest of joys and Geet stood on that border between letting fear rule her or conquer it and move on.

"What is it, tum theek toh ho?", a sudden alarm went through him. Ever since the miscarriage anything to do with her health always caused an irrational fear in him. "Come to think of it, you have been looking a little peaked lately. It is good that Daadima is coming back from her pilgrimage tomorrow. Someone needs to take care of you. You never take care of yourself. It's my fault too, I should have spent more time with you. Geet say something please, kya baat hai?", a panic stricken Maan kept asking questions. If it was anyone or anything else Maan would never have lost control but this was his Geet here.

She held his face in her hands and looked at his worried face. This man had stood by her through thick and thin and everything life had thrown her way. She felt an immense joy in her heart to give him this unbelievable pleasure.

She looked at him lovingly as she said "There is nothing to be scared of Maan. I am... I am three weeks late... ". Shyly her lashes drifted downwards.

At first he did not get it. The panic and worry had not quite subsided in his heart. The moment it did he gathered her closer to him and kissed her forehead. "Sach". He held her close to him, still with his lips on her forehead. They had weathered a bad storm and made their way out. For a minute he closed his eyes and thanked God to have her in his life and for blessing them with this joy. He was just going to be extra extra careful this time around. Nothing in his life would have priority over this. Nothing. No power, no money, no glory. Having felt the loss before, he had learnt his lesson and from today this was his topmost priority. His Geet. His family.

"Phir tum itni udaas kyun ho gayi thi aaj raat ko", he asked her, a slight frown marring his eyebrow.

"Aap paas nahi the na, isliye. Achanak kuch kadwi baaton se meri himmat toot rahi thi Maan".

"Darr wapas aa raha tha, kahin mujhse iss baar bhi koi galti na ho jaaye".

"Main aapki khushiyan aap se phir se cheen na loon...", before she could continue further, he placed his finger on her lips.

"Chup, Geet bilkul chup. Aisa nahi sochogi woh kasam di thi na tumne. No more blaming yourself, no more doubting."

"Zindagi jeene ka naam hai Geet, har kasauti paar karne ka naam hai. Chahe ro ke kar lo, darr ke kar lo ya has ke kar lo."

"Agar humare hisse main thode dukh aaye ya takleef aayi, hum dono ne milke uska samna kiya hai. Humara pyaar aur mazboot ho gaya hai. Koi takleef humme tod nahi sakti yeh sabit ho gaya hai. Maan aur Geet apne pyar ki kasmo ko sach kar sake, hai na."

"Ab toh khushiyon ki bari hai. Humari pyaar ki jeet ka jashn hai. Iss waqt toh humare sapne sach ho rahe hai. Ab tumhare labon pe sirf muskurahat dekhna chahta hoon main. Jitna khush rahogi utna hamare bachche ke liye, accha hoga, hmmm".

"Geet, we will do the test tomorrow in my office to be sure. Tum bilkul tense mat ho. Main hoon na. I will personally make sure you have the best of care, main har kadam tumhare saath rahoonga".

She looked at him lovingly holding her. There was strength in his love, in his arms. She felt safe here. He was a man who had molded his own destiny and made his own way in life. She knew he would do everything in his power to keep her and their child safe and secure. There was never going to be anything to fear as long as Maan was with her.

All of a sudden in the stillness of the night she felt a deep peace within her as a new sun of hope arose in her heart melting all her anguishes and squashing all her fears. She was not going to dwell on the past but move on with confidence and happiness. Daadima and Maan had pulled her out of her sorrows and she would gift them the most precious thing ever. She smiled and thanked God again in her mind. With the news of this child, a new Geet would emerge; the one who had been missing for a while, someone who lived for her Maan, her family and their every smile.

"I did three home tests this afternoon. All were positive Maan. Our dreams are coming true. Babaji has blessed us with his kindness. For you Dr. Khurana, with my love", an angelic smile covered her face.

"My prince is coming, a carbon copy of you...", then adding with an impish smile, "... only aur pyaara, thoda less sadoo hoga mera raja beta. Jo sirf aur sirf Mumma ka hoga".

He looked at her radiating happiness and joy with an ethereal glow surrounding her face. Sudden peace and happiness settled in him taking away the anxiety he did not know he had in him. No amount of fortunes could have bought the smile on her face at this moment. She was positively radiant. She was teasing him, hmmm, how could he let the chance go to tease her back?

"You mean my princess is coming Geet, jo sirf Papa ki hogi. Apni mumma ki tarah nahi hogi, bilkul angel hogi, papa ki gudiya. Don't worry Geet, Dr. Khurana will take care of his most beautiful princess in the best way...".

"Hawww, Kya main angel nahi hoon? Ab toh aap dekhna Maan, hoga toh Prince hi..."

"Princess hogi, aur meri hogi..."

"my prince..."

"No, my princess. Tumhe pata hai na Geet, in your pregnancy you are going to be a nice motu, rollu, pollu".

"Aaj se na, I am going to call you my rollu pollu."

"No way, Maan. Don't you dare! Yeh kaisa naam hai.".

"Accha hai na, see it rhymes, rollu, pollu, ... meri pyaari, rollu, pollu Geetu".

"Chup Maanu, dusht danav"

"rollu"

"Dusht"

Ek Aashiana ban gaya. Sapne sach ho gaye. See, Dreams do come true.

Their teasing, loving and debating would be continued for about eight more months after which the Khuranas will be blessed with a healthy happy baby. Prince ho ya Princess akhir unke pyaar ki nishaani hain... Wish them luck friends.

Disclaimer (must read for all reading this story):

This is a copyright notice. Dr. Khurana is the exclusive mental and physical property of the writer and the writer restricts the usage of Dr. Khurana to this story only. It has come to the writers notice that quite a few people have been plotting to get Dr. Khurana for private visits. Such visits are frowned upon severely as his calendar is exclusively controlled by the writer.

The writer sincerely hopes that no innocent minds were corrupted during this experience.

To all the single girls blushing throughout the story, the writer would like to wish someone like Dr. Khurana in your life soon.

To all the married ladies out there, the writer would like to wish you a rocking good night.

If any guys are reading this story, the writer suggests dropping the books and visiting a gym soon; stories chodo, dumbells pakdo, and do try to follow in Dr. Khurana's excellent steps should the occasion call for it.

Social message for those known to make tactless remarks like Sasha here, please think before you speak. Words are like weapons they wound sometimes.

For the inspiration to Dr. Khurana: Your nautankis make life worth living. Reserved booking for every janam I take.

The writer, occasionally imagining herself as the heroine, batting her eyelashes here, wishes to thank everyone for reading her story. Please drop me a line if you liked it.

Below is a VM one of my favorite songs Tum jo aaye (reprise) sung by one of my favorite singers Rahat Fateh Ali Khan.

I think it fits the Khuranas perfectly and has a lot of our favorite scenes from the show. Hope you enjoy it.

EPILOGUE

Practically an everyday sight which still clutched at his heart, he saw her running out wrapping herself in a large towel. Water droplets, like a hundred diamonds on her face glittered on her pearly skin. Yet again, his heart thudded loudly in his chest as he watched the droplets roll down over her milky shoulders and merge with the towel.

Poem found by Naureen (Koolsmile)

Jab khuda ne tumhe banaya hoga
Ek suroor sa dil par chhaya hoga
Pehle socha hoga jannat me rakh lun
Phir ussey mere dil ka khayal aaya hoga

The urge to taste each and every drop flashed in his eyes but he stopped that thought. It had been a while since it had been just the two of them alone and he wanted to make this night last forever...

"Kya hua Maan, aap chilla kyun rahe ho... tabiyat kharab hai kya... why are you looking like this...", she ran over to run a hand across his face worried for him..

"Pata nahin Geet poora body hurt ho raha hai...Sugar bhi low hai... I am feeling so weak... mera kya hoga", moaning and groaning he removed his shoes and socks and stretched on his stomach hiding his face in the bed.

The countdown in his head started 1...2...3...4

"Koi baat nahin...", she tried hard not to let the disappointment show, "... aap bed pe so jayiye, main kapde change karke aati hoon, thoda rest kijye you will feel better soon".

#Oh no, aisa karegi toh natak ka kya fayda...#

"Nahi, Ouch... Oww...", his drama gained tempo, "...Pehle mujhe massage de do, phir chali jaana Geet, bohut dard ho raha hai", he added making puppy eyes.

"Par Maan mere paas koi balm bhi toh nahi hai, kaise karoo...", she tried to reason with him.

"Tum apne haathon se kar do, or you sit on my back... tumhare weight se bhi accha lage ga...", wanting her near he accidentally blurted out the last part.

"Weight se, kya matlab hai aapka; Main moti ho gayi hoon kya, kya keh rahe hai aap, mera weight ek kilo bhi nahi badha hai, samjhe aap", she had turned a nice shade of red fuming and looking away from him now.

#Oh no, yeh gaadi toh wrong track pe chali gayi#, he quickly tried to back pedal.

"Geet tumhe sirf apni padi hai, yaha main dard se tadap raha hoon aur tum kuch bhi keh rahi ho.. ", he looked at her with sad eyes sticking his lower lip out a bit.

"Agar tumhe massage nahi dena hai toh chodo, main aise hi so jaata hoon", he made a face and turned his back to her.

She turned around to face him feeling bad. He was in pain and she could not leave him like that.

"Apna shirt toh nikalo, main kaise massage karoo", she said standing over him.

"Tum nikalo, na nikalo, mujhe koi parwah nahi hai...", he resolutely looked away from her.

She came to the other side and slowly her hands removed his shirt, running her hands over his chest in the process. She looked at his body longingly. How she had dreamed of this being a passionate night but alas he was sick.

A tremor ran through him with her touch and the melting look in her caramel eyes trailing over his shoulders and his abs.

"Tum wahi looks de rahi ho, jisse tum pregnancy hormones ka naam de rahi thi", he looked at the sexy expressions in her eyes.

"Kaunse looks Maan, main toh aap ka shirt nikal rahi hoon", she evaded his eyes, fingers running slightly over his abs as she pulled the shirt from under his belt.

"Mujhe din mein do multivitamins leni padti thi Geet. Kabhi kissi husband pe itne attyachar nahi hue hoge, jitne mujh par huwe hain", tongue in cheek he complained.

"Haaawww, main, main kar rahi thi woh sab...aap, ... aap hi toh woh sab karte the...", turning pink at his words she slapped his hands away that were trying to reach under the towel now.

"Dekha, phir se "woh" aa gaya tumhara. Mujhe pata tha... mujhe dekhte hi tumhari neeyat bigad jaati hai...", he held onto her hand trying to stop her from leaving the bed.

"Chodiye mujhe, main aap se baat nahi karoongi... Meri neeyat bigad jaati hai na, toh main dekhungi bhi nahi.. chaddo...", she turned her face away.

"Kam se kam massage shuru kiya hai woh poora toh karo, yaha, back of the legs bhi hurt ho raha hai", he moaned a little more for effect.

She glared at his back.

"Tumhe na aaj kal apne Maan ki bilkul fikar nahi hai, rehne do", he pressed the winning point home and turned his back to her again. He knew she would never leave now.

Still in a miffed mood she started moving her hands over his back. Slowly her eyes roved over the perfect muscles there and in no time the feel of the warm skin under her fingers had worked its magic on her. Seconds turned into minutes. With the first of her movements Maan had become restless but he had learnt over time that when the sherni was on shikar he should let her. His wife's passions echoed his and he loved to be the one drowning under her touches.

Geet still lost in her thoughts noted that he was perfectly still so maybe he was asleep. She moved herself to half lie on him now, running her hands over his skin as she trailed small kisses from his shoulders down to the middle of his spine. If she had any sense left she would have realized that the galloping that she heard was his heart. Her lips moved to the nape of his neck as she planted more kisses there heading down, her tongue making small twirls on his back. Wanting to feel her skin warm on his she slowly removed her towel tossing it aside and slipped the sheet over them. There was possibly no addiction more than touching him and loving him.

She remembered the pregnancy days when she had craved him like crazy. It was true, she giggled to herself, she had run him ragged with her demands. Her hands ran lovingly over his back and over his lower half.

It was good that he was asleep otherwise he would start complaining about her attyachar. She giggled thinking about it, "the great MSK par attyachar by his wife", tomorrow's headlines! Nautanki kahin ka! She knew how much he loved her attyachar. Still it seemed like her night to touch and caress him and as he moved to his side she followed reaching her hand over to his belt buckle and slowly stripping him from below.

He must be really tired she thought otherwise there was no way she could have gone this far. She raised herself slightly to check him out fully and sighed. God in heavens, the man was perfect. Since his legs were hurting she moved down to massage the back of his thighs. Running her hands over the steel of his thighs and legs, she was practically purring now. Did he not say that he wanted her weight on his back? Hmmm, ever ready to perform her duties, she slid her warm self over his back. Oh gosh, that felt heavenly. Every pore of her front soothed by every pore on his back. She rubbed herself over him slightly and if not for that small feline movement Maan would have controlled himself some more.

Quickly he turned her around and pinned her under him as his mouth sought hers. Tongues dueled and meshed, tasting and tantalizing each other. Hands rubbed silky skin, tongue and teeth taking paths that led to gasps and moans. Her body was warm and soft with desire, her eyes glazed over and he looked down at her with love as they became one. Their frantic movements released all the pent up desires that they had to keep in check. As their movements reached a crescendo, their heartbeats sang in tune as they scaled their heights together. Slowly drifting down from the highs they were wrapped up in each other still breathing harshly.

He looked at her face still reflecting the passion that was still stamped on it. Her eyes reflected her love as she ran her hands down his arms and held him closer to her.

"Geet... agar tum mujhe aise dekhti rahogi toh tumhe mujh se pyaar ho jaayega", he ran his hands over her cheeks, tucking her hair behind her ears, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Main toh waise bhi aap se pyaar karti hoon, aap hi toh har waqt mazaak karte rehte ho", she held his gaze.

"Main mazaak na karoo toh kya karoon Geet..." he touched his forehead to hers "... jab bhi tumhe dekhta hoon toh sochta hoon ki tumhe utha ke kahin le jaaoon. Kahin dur vaadiyon mein jahan tumhare aur mere beech koi nahi ho. Sirf tum aur sirf main. Do dhadkan ek jaan".

She cupped his face in her hands looking at him longingly "... Main bhi yahi sochti hoon Maan. Aap jab bhi mujhe aise dekhte hain, main sochti hoon ke daud ke aap ki bahon mein aa javoon; aur jab apki bahon mein hoti hoon toh sochti hoon ki jald se jald aap mein sama javoon".

"Kitne din ho gaye tumse itne paas huwe. Aaj sirf hum dono hai yaha. Aaj main poori raat tumhe pyaar karna chahta hoon. Aaj poori raat tum mujhse pyaar karogi, samjhi tum"

"Wahi toh kar rahi thi... ", she pouted dramatically then questioned, "... par aap ka sugar low hai na, uska kya kiya jaaye".

"Is liye toh tum meri baahon mein ho Geet, mere paas. Sugar low ka matlab yeh hua na ki mujhe kuch mishti khana padega..." he raised his eyebrows comically. His mouth reached over to fake bite her cheeks and chin "Hmmm, low sugar getting normal now".

"Aap kab sudhroge mujhe pata nahi Maan..."

"Kyun, itna bura hoon"

"Nahi nahi, perfect ho, mere ho, mere Dr. Khurana".

"Geet, main tumhare liye kuch laya hoon, pehna doon". When she just nodded her head with a smile he reached over to get the gift box by the bed opening it to reveal a beautiful pair of anklets. Raising the sheet slightly and pointing her feet towards him, she waited for him to put the anklets on. When he was done, she felt her cheeks flush again as she noticed his lips heading towards the anklets, his long fingers wrapping around her foot.