Secretly Smitten#7 (Thread 8 Link @ Pg 145) - Page 86

Time flew like wind. In one day they'd thought to live entire life but, it came out as like they would've born thus far and without even enjoying the sun, death crawled. Tomorrow Maan will leave, for how long, Geet didn't know even Maan didn't know. It was worse then what they'd been feeling without seeing each other because since then their longing heightened. The feel of separation in air was suffocating them, killing them, murdering their benevolence. As rays were slipping from Sun's hands and Moon was covering over the clouds, frustration of their hearts came alive.

When Maan was packing his bag Geet came inside taking coffee for him. The racks and tables seemed shivering due to bareness with his things got removed. Geet chest soured, ached, her eyes welled up but she gulped her sorrow down storing them somewhere in a corner of her chest. When she'll be alone these components will be only source of her living. She blinked eyes to drying tears inside and her moisten chock attracted Maan attention toward her, who was putting his things into bag. His eyes lifted from bag to her and then slipped lower to see what she was holding.

"Coffee.. I thought you would need it" she said venturing a smile. Maan zipped up the bag and kept it on floor at a corner. He smiled. Geet kept tray on table, "Do you need my help?". Her snatched out the voice which had stuck in her throat. Maan shook head saying everything is packed already. Suddenly strange silence was overpowering them. Air was heavy, thick that troubled them to breathe properly. What should speak, what to ask, even to say, everything was uncertain. Geet quietness was increasing Maan frustration. It was like he was faulty for her being desolated from her real-self. She never was so been so quiet and gloomy since he was there then why now!

"water" finally he spoke catching Geet attention. "Geet I need water?'

She nodded. She left when Maan got chance to remove his dissatisfaction. He didn't want to go, didn't want to live same life where she wouldn't exists. He hated that life, disliked that moment when he would've yearns of long for catching even one glance of her. Where he couldn't touch her, couldn't tease her and make her angry and then appease her. He hated everything, hated this world even, his life. He hated his helplessness. He was man for do pity upon, do sympathy. He was not worthy for Geet. "No !!!! I am not!!!!''

he clutched his hair in anger. He hit the table with force, groaning loud, his sudden swift stroke threw all books down on floor following his outrage roar. He was breathing abnormally; strong muscles of his chest was swelling and falling down bizarrely. His jaw was stiffed and hands were curled in tight fist.

"Maan..."

In his same condition he heard Geet calling him from back. He turned. She was stood near, in behind looking at books scattering on floor. He was grave silent. No sweet gesture in his body, no teasing eyes and no tint of naughtiness in his expression, like he had re-born with a total different substitution and darkness was wedging in his appearance. Geet became stiff, no movement in her body but her eyes was seeking his. Her lips parted to speak and her hands tightened grip on glass she was holding when his nose touched her nose. It was dangerous distance they'd reached. She breathed in his tempting cologne. Not that she'd not felt it before but his voice was there always to deflect her mind to notice it. But now it was direct, he was direct; his nearness was direct, without prevention of another hurdle. His silence was more dangerous than his husked voice and it felt, this silence was submerging her deep in his aura.

Maan was just a inch away from her when with one sudden swift he pulled her colliding into his body. He was in deep black magic spell. Her loud gasp even couldn't awake his sleep. The glass Geet was holding fell down hitting the marble floor and pieces embraced the area with carelessly. Geet clutched his shoulder. Her eyes were anticipating and her fast breathing making his heartbeat much louder to be heard by Geet. She saw his eyes were red like lava had left a volcano emptied. It had steam coming out from his breathes which warmed her face, burned her skin. "Maan.." and words became freed from her mouth.

Maan eyes fell on the source of her voice where he'd just heard his name coming out. He touched her mouth, curled her lips with his thumb, and stroked every bit of her pink soft skin which was well glossed. His warm skin came contact in her moisten flesh and it fired her entire. She tightened grip over his shoulder muscles beneath cloth. Savoring her mouth his hands travelled way down to her neck, rubbing thumb below her cheeks and ear and caressing the joint of collar bone connecting neck. Every parts of her body stirred abruptly. She closed eyes to feel depth of his touch, to hear her own uncanny heartbeats. She was feeling obvious before him, wanting to see him doing what he resolved to do next.

Maan kissed her everywhere from her shoulder to head and vice-versa. He smelled her hairs. Grabbing back of her head he pulled her closer. Head to head, tip to tip they were glued to each other. Geet was forgetting where she was. His hands were dancing over her spine. His fingers battled into her hairs and her waist was like in prison of his clutch. She could feel his skin temperature above his clothes. She was dying in explosion of his passion. She even moaned which Maan replied with his groan. Suddenly her shoulder felt wet.

She opened eyes in next swift when again the same she felt. Something warm liquid had touched her bare skin where his eyes were touching and his soft whispers filled her ears. It was not clear but she paid attention, still couldn't understand what he was saying. She moved face little back to see him but Maan refused to show his face. He was closely nuzzled in the soft curve of her neck. "please" Geet heard him saying. She hugged him.

"Please stop me Geet. Please, don't let me go, please stop me, I don't want to go.. go from here.. from you.. please Angel''. Geet shocked hearing his begging plead.

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