MG SS- SANEYEEKA THREAD 1 - Page 66

He woke up with the faint noise of the dawn birds. it was cold and he realized they had slept off in each others arms while talking. He raised a bit to look at her face…she seemed to just glow. He even forgot that she was upset or anything. She seemed to be in deep sleep. He smiled, lifted her up and walked in.

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She ran around, squealing, begging him to stop, but he was in no mood to listen. They didn't even know how time passed so quickly. They just enjoyed each other's closeness. Maan was the happiest person ever. He was living a life… finally a life with light all around. The house didn't look haunted ever again… his heart never found darkness again, for she had filled up each and every void with so much of love that he didn't even have time to think of anything else. Things seemed so smooth but none realized the gossip between the servants have now become a hot topic around the town. They had been caught together in malls or restaurants many times but they could care less. Maan would just protectively get her away and rest he asked his spokesperson to handle. There were news of them being in live-in relation for very few people knew about his fiance…and if they did, they never knew Geet was the one. All they knew was he and his fiance broke up after his family's death.

"Maan… stop…please…."

He gave naughty smile and continued to splash water on her through the garden hose. She was completely wet and trying to run away but he wasn't going to give her a chance. She tried to run away, he just lifted her up by her wait, twirling her around, not letting her go. He had got a free evening after a long long time..and he had to devote his entire time to her. They fell on the grass, laughing while he still held on to her, not letting her slip away. She struggled to get away when he whispered into her ears, "mujhse bhaagne ki itni jaldi hain?"

She stopped for a while and then turned around, "bhala parchayi uske maalik se kabhi bhaag sakti hain kya?"

He stopped right there, hearing her say so. Her words were so simple but it always carried a deep intense meaning. He recalled he had lost one of his dear friends to a failed operation few weeks back but he didn't find himself getting into the same darkness again. May be he had learned to let go of people…may be he believed her words strongly now—that people do come to our lives to go away one day and that nothing was permanent… may be he himself had started believing the same truth as well.

She took the chance and slipped away, running into her room. He snapped back to reality and ran after her. She just kept away her dupatta, planning to change when he barged in. she didn't even feel the need to hide herself… for she knew what their closeness meant to them. She looked at him, lost in her, thinking something. she smiled and twitched her brows as to what he was thinking and he took a step closer to her. None realized what happened next. She moaned feeling his lips all over her body. The soft mattress pressed against her bare back, while he took in her lips into a devastating kiss. Her hands wound around him, to feel the raw flesh that build his mighty self. He crushed her, toyed with her, making her desperate for more, his hands were all over her, teasing her buds, kissing her senseless. He reached for the knot of her salwar but then stopped, somewhere knowing that she wouldn't like it, even though she never stopped him. Countless number of times they have come close but somewhere at the back of his mind, he kept on repeating himself not to cross his limits. He knew she'd give in easily but he wanted her permission. It was very difficult for him to come out of this spell but he did. He knew his endurance, which was gradually weakening but he wanted her to be equally a part of this and not force himself.

He pulled the spread on them and dozed off, holding her close in her arms. This was getting tougher each day, being so close to her, yet being so far away. He wanted her all to himself. He wanted her love, her time, her everything…he wondered how this woman beside him has become his addiction, like his personal drug. He ran his finger down her cheek while she slept in his arms and smiled. Her music, her charm, her beauty, her talk..everything seemed to make him lose himself all the more. His eyes fell on her bare self and he just couldn't stop staring. He leaned closer, pulled her up in his arms and closed his eyes. He felt her shift a bit and her hands went round him, holding him firm. He dozed off, thinking about this mystery woman in his life. She was probably an enigma. She never told where she was all these months, he never felt the need to ask either. What mattered the most was she came back to him for him. She never questioned anything to him…he realized, she just accepted him as he was. He was reminded of her words—to accept people as they are.

It was a Sunday morning and Geet stood instructing all the servants to take a leave. They had never taken a leave and then suddenly Geet instructing them was really surprising.

"but Maam..maan sir?"

"you can stop worrying about him. Aaj mein incharge hoon ghar ki…akele….you can enjoy your day.."

He came downstairs, yawning and saw all the servants walking out in their casual dresses. Even nakul was going out.

"where are you all going today?", he asked firmly.

"sir, we all are given a holiday today…"

He frowned, "who dared to give you permission without asking me?"

The servants say him quite irritated and didn't know what to say, "wo..sir..wo…"

"meine inhe chutti di hain… aapko kya problem hain?"

He watched her stand by the kitchen door, her hands rested on her hips and that cute frown on her face was something worth watching. He narrowed his brows on her asking what she was doing. She returned the favor with a glare and turned to the servants, "you all can go and enjoy your day…"

"but Maan sir…"

"kuch nahin hoga… aap log jaiye.."

They gave a look to Maan who watched them quietly and walked away, leaving them alone, not understanding what was going on between them.

The moment the servants left, he turned to her," ye sab kya chal raha hain?"

She sighed and went back to the kitchen, "sab log aap jaise machine nahin hote..even they need a break!!"

He followed her, amused at her words. He suppressed his smile and replied back, "aur ghar ka saara kaam kaun karega?"

She turned back to face him with a wide smile on her face, holding her spatula, "mein!!!"

He actually laughed at her excitement and inched closer. She watched the change in his expression and took a step back, "acha… phir kar logi saare kaam akele?"

"hmm..", she nodded, while she hit the counter behind. She looked at him, very well knowing what was going on in his mind, while his hands snaked her waist.

"so… you think you wont have troubles today?"

"of course no….", she stopped midway realizing what he was hinting at. He smirked and leaned closer, "well then… I think you shouldn't have let them go…" he whispered into her ears.

"Maan no…", she warned, trying to push him away, "don't even think on those lines…"

He dipped his face into her hair, taking in scent, "hmmm….but you invited trouble yourself right….", he kissed the nape of her neck.

"Maan… chodiye mujhe…", she struggled, "warna aaj aapko bhooka rehna padega…"

"hmmm…you didn't wake me up today… I need my compensation.."

She breathed in sharply and pushed him away with all her might, "Maan.. behave yourself…jaiye yahan se… aur waapis nahi aayiyega yahan…"

She dragged him out of the kitchen and went back to her work. She carried on with her work, think of their life. Come to think of it… they were just perfect for each other, their lives were perfect each other and they were happy with each other. She smiled to herself and wondered about the time when life will show its true colors to them. He might just break… but then she was here to gear him up to face it!

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