Part 13
As my lips moved closer and closer to hers, her hands on my shirt tightened and I immediately rolled off her .
I was getting too carried away.
While I was fine with making out with her, I was just worried about what else it could lead to.
I lay down on the bed and she turned around and propped herself up on one elbow, looking slightly disappointed.
"You're no fun," she whined.
"You're so beautiful, that if we start something now,
it'll be impossible for me to stop," I told her, and I saw her blush faintly.
"Who said we need to stop?" she whispered, resting her head on my chest.
I caressed her hair softly, as she closed her eyes. I didn't reply to her because I didn't know how to.
She was jet lagged, and so was I.
We both fell asleep like this in no time, with her in my arms.
When I woke up, Geet was nowhere to be seen.
I rubbed my eyes, and called out, "Geet ?"
No answer.
I started to look everywhere , the bathroom, the kitchen, the other rooms, even the basement. But she was nowhere.
Where could she have gone so late it was past ten at night? I still hadn't set her up with a mobile number, and she didn't have the house keys ,so I couldn't even go anywhere.
I turned on the TV and sighed
I would need to talk to her about this.
Disappearing like this was not right.
An hour later, I heard the front door open and I immediately turned off the TV and went to the door. It was Geet.
I grabbed her arms and roughly pushed her against the wall, next to the door furiously.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked angrily.
She looked up into my eyes with fear , she had never seen me like this before.
I was not angry at her .
I could never be angry at her.
I was angry at myself.
I was angry that I slept so deeply, that I let her slip away.
"Maan, are you okay?" she asked me softly.
I shook her roughly.
"Geet are you out of your mind?" I asked her.
"This isn't Canada where it's okay for you to be out until past midnight ,
this is India.
You can't be out alone this late!"
Her eyes filled with tears and I immediately felt guilty for yelling at her
but what could I do? She had to understand that she couldn't just disappear like this.
"Maan I just went to get these," she mumbled.
I let go of her, and took the plastic bag that she was holding from her.
I looked inside and pulled out a pack of condoms.
I held the condoms up in front of her.
"These? You had to go out this late to get these?" I said angrily.
"Well you weren't showing any sign of getting them," she replied, finding her voice.
"Geet why does everything have to be about sex?" I asked her, getting angry again.
"What's the harm if we wait? Why do you need to run out the first day we get here to buy condoms that too, in the middle of the night?"
Her eyes filled with tears and she pressed her back against the wall.
"You're right," she whispered. "I'm sorry."
Then she ran up the stairs, and I guiltily watched her run off.
She was lying down, crying into her pillow, when I entered our room.
I sat down next to her lying figure on the bed, and softly touched her head.
She didn't turn around.
"Geet," I murmured, "I'm sorry."
She still didn't turn around. She continued to sob into the pillow, and I felt horrible
I didn't ever want to bring tears into her eyes like this.
"Please look at me Geet," I said, "Please."
She turned around and sat up on the bed, her eyes puffy.
I moved closer to her, and wrapped my arms around her body.
"I'm so sorry," I whispered into her ear, as I stroked her hair.
"I really am sorry."
She placed her hands against my chest and pushed my body off hers.
"I don't want to talk," she responded. "Leave me alone."
I took one of her hands and brought it to my lips so I could place a wet kiss there.
Her eyes filled with tears once again as she yanked her hand away.
"I said leave me alone," she whispered.
I cupped her face in my hands, and kissed her forehead softly,
and I felt her shiver.
I kissed her cheek, then trailed kisses down her jawline.
"Maan stop," she whispered, her voice barely audible, as she struggled to control her erratic breathing.
"I love you," I murmured, as my lips then moved closer to hers.
Our noses touched for a slight moment, as she glanced down at my lips.
"S - stop," she murmured, but I knew the intensity of what was happening was too strong.
Six years. Six whole years of being apart.
Six years of sexual tension that we suppressed.
I slid my face closer and her eyes closed of their own accord.
My eyes closed too, and I felt her give in, as her hands rested on my thighs.
Our lips brushed against each others ever so lightly,
and I felt tears fall down my cheeks
I couldn't tell if they were her tears or mine,
I couldn't even tell what was happening.
All I knew was that her lips were on mine, and it was a feeling like none other
perhaps the most intense feeling I have felt in a while,
or even for as long as I lived.
Six years later, when our lips met, and our hearts synchronized to beat as one,
I learned that even if we failed as humans, as husband and wife, or as boyfriend and girlfriend, we would never fail as lovers.
Our lips spoke a language that even we didn't understand,
and that was what this kiss taught me today.
The world disappeared. All that existed was Geet.
Even I had left my identity behind.
As our lips sang a song that only our souls recognized, I caressed her hair.
She slid her hands up my legs and under my shirt.
Soon we were loving each other like never before.
Without saying a word to each other, we spoke volumes,
just by the language of touch.
Who would have known that a sense like touch would have a whole language dedicated to it?
Who would have known that Geet and I would make love, not with our bodies, but with our souls?
Who would have known that I would constantly be falling more and more in love with Geet?
Who would have known that I would not even understand the depth of our love, despite loving so deeply?
We both had tears in our eyes, as we made love tonight.
It was like we had been waiting for an eternity to unite.
It was as if we had finally reached our destination, the reason we walked on this planet.
Was it possible, that I was born here, just for this? Was it possible, that I was a part of this Universe, just to love another? Was she the sole reason for my existence?
I held her in my arms, both of us still silent.
I didn't need to tell her I loved her. She knew.
She didn't need to tell me what she felt, because it didn't matter,
I would love her regardless.
I was her slave, happy to serve my master.
She could love me or hate me, she could stay with me or leave me, she could kiss me or slap me. I would accept it all whole-heartedly.
For me the world started with her, and it ended with her.
This one-pointed focus towards her, was what would take me forward.
Every breath I took was for her, every beat of my heart was for her,
and every movement of my body, was for her and only her.
Her tears fell on my chest and I caressed her hair, my own tears falling down my cheeks.
I wasn't crying because I was upset.
I wasn't crying because I was happy.
I was crying because I was here, and at this moment,
what was required of me was to cry.
It was inevitable.
This Universe was perfect. Everything about it was beautiful from our separation to our union.
The last six years had been lonely, I had been alone, away from her, thinking about her constantly with the hope to see her again.
I was seeing now that even though Geet hadn't been with me in the last six years, she had always been here.
It was just like I had learned that touch had its own language.
I also learned today, that I was never alone that she had never left my side, and it was only due to my limited senses, that I didn't see her.
After all, how was I supposed to see beyond what my eyes saw? I could only hear what my ears were capable of.
I could only feel what my skin touched.
How could there be a universe beyond my senses? I would have never thought that it would be possible to see beyond what the human eye could see.
Why couldn't I see her for who she really was? Why did I see her as just Geet? The answer was that I was blind, disabled, unable to perceive beyond what my mind told me was right.
I listened to my mind attentively, while my heart told me something else.
Now, I was happy to say, that I was learning and had this separation not have happened
I would not be able to see what I saw today.
I would not be able to be where I was today.
Geet's body might have been in my arms had the separation not happened, but her soul would not be. She might be happy with me, but my purpose would not have been served.
I closed my eyes and sent a silent thank you out into oblivion, today I was truly grateful for everything that had happened to me.
As I fell asleep, I held Geet more tightly, as I listened to her steady breaths, which were slowly beginning to match mine.
In the morning, I asked Geet if she wanted to go and visit Dev and Naintara but she refused.
"No, I was barely even friends with them," she argued.
"Alright, you don't have to go but I should at least tell them that we're married. They'll be in for the shock of their lives, but -"
"Maan, can't you just spend the day with me?" she complained.
We were in the kitchen, and Geet was cooking something for us to eat.
I was sitting on the dining table, speaking to her.
"Okay, I'll spend the entire day with you," I told her with a smile.
"But if you get bored, don't blame me."
"We'll think about that after we get bored," she said irritably,
"And you shouldn't annoy me while I'm cooking thoughts and intentions latch on to food, and then you'll eat it... so if I'm thinking ill, then you're digesting those ill thoughts and it could harm you."
"Sorry Mrs K" I apologized, and stood up, before approaching her as she fried potatoes.
I wrapped my arms around her stomach from behind and buried my face into the crook of her neck.
"Maan," she breathed out.
"Geet," I responded, kissing her neck softly.
I slid down the sleeve of her dress so that her shoulder was exposed, and I felt her tremble against me, as I placed light kisses on her shoulder.
"S - stop," she moaned.
Make me," I whispered, my stubble grazing her shoulder gently.
I moved my hands down her stomach, down to the skirt of her dress.
I pulled it upwards, and I heard her breathe even more quickly.
My hand caressed her panties softly, and she pressed her back against me hard, as I slid my fingers inside the cloth and rubbed her softly.
"Maan," she moaned. "Oh..."
"Say my name again," I whispered into her ear as she pressed her back against me more tightly.
I started to stroke her faster, as she grind against me.
I captured the top of her ear in my mouth and started to suck on it, causing her to gasp even more loudly.
"Maan," she moaned again.
Her hands slid down to find mine, but I used my other hand to keep her hands off. She moaned more loudly, and it turned me on a lot but my task here was to pleasure Geet.
She dropped her head back against my shoulder as my lips found the side of her jaw, before she breathed sharply and her whole body trembled, as she had a toe-curling orgasm.
she was weak she almost fell against me, but I removed my hand from between her legs, and held her against me.
"What was that?" she mumbled.
"It felt good?" I asked her.
She turned around and pressed her face against my chest.
"So good," she said honestly.
I kissed the top of her head and smiled into her hair.
"Am I still annoying you?" I asked her softly.
"No," she whispered, still out of breath. "Can we eat later?"
"Anything you want," I replied to her, chuckling softly.
She turned off the stove and then grabbed my arm,
before dragging me back into the bedroom, in order to satisfy some more desires.
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