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Morning 10:00 a.m inside Handa Haveli:
A cute young girl was sitting on her large bed. Her tall handsome father was sitting beside her holding the little hand in his own. This man was Mohinder Handa and the girl was his daughter Geet Handa.
She was a sweet naive 19 year old girl. Delicate features and gold hearted, she was just like a fairy tale princess. She could make the strongest heart melt with one look.
Mohinder: Pls geet beta. Ek baar apne papa ki baat maan lo. I am saying for your good beta.
Geet: Lekin papa, muje itni jaldi nai karni shadi. Avi to meri studies bi puri hone mei 7 months baki hai. Muje aage aap ko business mei bi help karna hai. She explained to her father sadly.
Mohinder sighed and said, "Beta, main aap ki bhalai soch ke bol raha hu. Aur phir mai ye to nai kehta ki abi hi shadi karni hai. Aaj hum shaam ko party mei jayenge. Wahi par aap ko ladke se milna hai. Aap use milke baat kar lo. Dono ek dusre ko samaj lo. Agar wo ladka aap ko pasand aa gaya, to hi baat aage badegi. Agar aap ko ladka acha nai laga, to ye samjo ki aap ko ek dost mil gaya. Pls beta, don't u trust me?
"Papa, pls aise mat boliye. I trust u completely. Ek aap hi to hai meri life mei. Aap hi mere liye sab kuch ho papa." Geet smilingly hugged her Dad. She had lost her mother at the age of 4, and since then mohinder had brought her up like a doll, giving her love, care and all good values to be a responsible human being. Geet was proud of her father, similarly mohinder prided on his daughter. They were everything to each other.
"Acha beta, maine aap ki party dress bi layi hai. Aap ki favorite designer se banwai hai. Aap ke favorite color mei." Saying so mohinder took out a long, charming gown from a velvety box. It was made of soft silky material, having little pearl strings at the top and mid-section. It was patterned in three parts of gold, snow white and orange colors. Geet looked at it with a big smile on her face and ran her fingers over it. It was so soft, seemed to slip away from her fingers. She loved her dad's choice.
"It's beautiful papa. Mai ye gown zarur pehnungi." Mohinder was really happy to hear it. He hugged his baby lovingly. "Be ready at 7 beta, he said. Humei 7:30 baje party mei pahuchna hai."
Evening, 7:20 p.m
The huge party hall of the Grand Hyatt hotel in New Delhi was filled with soulful music, colored lights and soft laughter. Hosts of the big business party Mrs. Savitri Khurana and her dashing grandson Maan Singh Khurana were accepting thanks from all the guests with a smile on their faces. Khuranas had won the great 5000 crore deal for construction of an international space research center in India. This party was held to celebrate their success.
"Maan bete, ab to apko shadi kar leni chaiye. It is high time that you settle down in your life." His dadi ma told him. She wanted to see her boy settled with a nice, adorable girl. "I will, Dadi Ma. Bas muje apne liye koi ladki mile, jis ko dekh ke lage ki meri zindagi mil gayi. Jis pal muje wo ehsaas hoga, mai apki tamanna puri kar dunga." Maan replied calmly. Dadi ma sighed. She cud never understand this boy properly. He was so mysterious sometimes.
Just then, the doorway was cleared and the richest industrialist of India, Mohinder Handa made a grand entry. A beautiful doll like girl was clutching his arm looking around the entire hall like an alien. After entering inside, father-daughter began walking straight to where maan and his dadi stood, talking to their staff members. Maan took one look at the sweet barbie doll and lost his heart to the lovely creation of god. He whispered to his dadi, "Dadi ma, aap muje bachpan mei pari ki kahani sunati thi na? Dekhiye aaj wohi pari samne se chalke aa rahi hai. Ye pari hi meri zindagi banegi." Maan declared determinedly.
Savitri Devi was very glad to hear him. "To apko geet pasand aa gayi?" Geet? maan asked her. "Haan, bete. Geet naam hai apki pari ka. Wo Mr. Mohinder Handa, india ke sabse bade industrialist ki beti hai." Dadi maa declared proudly. She was happy with maan's choice. Geet was a naive and sweet creature. She wud be perfect for her robot grandson.
Mohinder approached them just at that moment. Geet was still clutching at his arm, confused wid d noisy surroundings. Savitri devi welcomed him. Mohinder introduced geet to her and the girl took her blessings. Dadi ma blessed her and introduced them to maan. Maan took geet's hand for saying hello and felt a soft feathery touch. She was so delicate, just like a little rose petal. Her fair cheeks, little structure, the round bow shaped blue eyes, fluffy pink lips, gosh. She was such an endearing sight. Maan could hardly take his gaze off her.
The D.J announced the dance and couples began to pile on the floor. Maan forwarded his hand to geet and asked her "May I?" She looked at her papa and he nodded with a smile. Geet forwarded her hand wid a small smile and maan smartly led to the dance floor. Then the lights dimmed, hall was almost dark. A slow, romantic waltz started playing in the background. Couples began to sway with it. Maan held geet's little waist and rested her hand on his shoulder. Then he started dancing with slow, soft steps. Geet was looking down all the while. She had never been so close to a guy earlier. Maan was admiring her silently. The scared eyes, cheeks covered in a light pinkish hue and little hesitation in her steps. Slowly maan turned and now geet's back was glued to his chest. The boy slyly clutched geet's delicate waist in both hands. Geet gasped with the touch and shivered. It was really intimate for her. With the sway of music, maan dipped his neck and his lips landed on the girl's exposed skin. It was a feeling of pure bliss for maan. His lips began to slowly travel the way down from geet's ear, landing first on her neck and placing a soft, sensous smooch. Then he proceeded further, his lips resting on her nape, then her shoulder. Every time his lips touched her, geet would flinch with the warm touch. She was experiencing all this for the first time, that too so closely. Maan went on like that with the other side of her neck and shoulder. Geet wriggled a little, but maan's hold was firm yet careful enough not to hurt her. The girl was so fragile that maan feared his fingers would taint her soft, golden skin.
The dance ended and lights were back on. Maan had left geet by then, walking towards their elders. Geet realized what he had been doing with her, and looked at him pouting angrily. Maan caught the glare and smiled. His pari looked so edible with the pout on her lips. He longed to take the soft petals in his own, to suck their sweetness and suck them smoothly. He longed to drink the delicate beauty completely with his lips, to worship the gorgeous structure with extreme patience. Everyone went home after dinner.
At night maan and geet were in a different turmoil. Maan was smiling while hugging his pillow. He had found his little princess, she was his love. He wanted to get her in his life soon. On the other hand, every time geet recalled maan's guts while dancing, her cheeks became red with shyness and anger. She pouted and looked at the ceiling, complaining cutely, "Babaji, aise bi koi boy karta hai kya? Aaj to hum first time mile hai na! Phir bi dance karte time kaise muje kahi kahi touch kar raha tha woh. Aur phir lip se, chi chi! Muje kitna ajeeb lag raha tha babaji. Papa ne bi car mei ghar aate time pucha tha ki meri cheeks itni lal kyu ho gayi. Par mai kaise bolti papa ko, us besharam ne kya kya kiya mere sath. Ganda Larka! Huh!" Geet sighed looking at the ceiling.
Meanwhile, Maan and dadi ma met mohinder the next day and put forth their proposal for geet. Mohinder was delighted. He planned a grand engagement straight away. Geet raised a big objection at first, but he lovingly coaxed her as maan was a nice boy, and geet could not refuse her dad. Dadi ma loved her very much, so she did not protest further. The wedding was held within 15 days and was a huge affair. VVIP'S from all over the nation were invited. Maan was wearing a golden tuxedo sherwani and geet looked breathtakingly beautiful in her mesmerizing golden pink wedding lehenga. Khuranas took her home with great pomp and splendor. Even mohinder went with them as he wanted to live with his daughter. Maan and dai ma readily agreed to it because father and daughter were really close to each other. They could not bear to part.
At Night:
Geet was very nervous. She was constantly jumping from the bed to the balcony, trying to calm her nerves. Maan had gone straight to the dressing area to change after coming inside. He wanted to discard his heavy sherwani before loving his pari as it was quite heavy for her soft little hands. She would have been tired while wrestling with it. Dressed in tracks, maan came towards his love. She was standing near the railing, her back facing him. He went forward quietly and holding her in his arms, began caressing her fingers slowly, while removing her jewellery bit by bit. Geet turned to him and asked poutingly,
"Aap ne muje party dance mei wo sab kyu kiya? Muje acha nai lagta. Ab bi dekho, muj se aise hi shadi kar li. Muje pucha bi nai ki main taiyar hu ki nai hu. Aap bahot DD ho. Ek dam bade wale DD." Maan chuckled hearing her cute complaints.
"Yeh DD kya hai jaan? U mean to say your DHAK DHAK?" "Nahi, DD matlab dusht danav. Aur aap dusht danav ho. Bahot bade wale." Geet glared at him angrily. Awww!!!!! the glare made her more lovely. She looked so edible. Maan just wanted to gobble her up at the moment. He chuckled and told her with a smile,
"Mishty, maine jab us raat party mei tum ko pehli baar dekha, mai tum par apna dil haar baitha. Papa ne muje tumhare bare mei pehle bataya tha. Tum ko pehli nazar mei mai apna dil de baitha. It was love at first sight for me. Maine us ek pal mei apni puri life tumhare naam kar di. Tum meri zindagi ban gayi."
Geet just gaped at him with wide eyes. His words sounded so sincere, his voice was so honest. She could not believe her ears. Could it be true? Could this guy really love her so much? Geet asked maan longingly, "Kya sachi mei aap muje itna pyaar karte ho maan? Sachi mai itne mayne rakhti hun apke liye?"
"Haan geet. Tum meri zindagi ki roshni ho. Tum hi meri saaso mei bas chuki ho. Ab jeevan ka har saaz tum ho. Har taal aur sur tum ho. Ab meri zindagi ki har subah tum se shuru hogi aur meri har raat tum se khatam. Ab meri zindagi tum se shuru, aur tum hi par khatam hogi."
Saying these words, maan picked geet in his arms and softly put her on the huge round bed. Then after getting rid of all her jewellery and heavy clothes, he covered both their selves with the warm duvet. Their moans and breaths filled the whole room, marking the beginning of a happy and blissful wedded life ever after.
This is my first one shot guys. I received invite for a writing contest from drashtirocks1 and penned it down. Howz this? Pls convey your replies and opinions.
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