The warm rays of the sun illuminated the room with a serene glow. In any normal day Geet would not have appreciated the rays directly falling on her eyes disturbingher sleep. But, that morning was special, because the night that passed wasextremely special. Geet opened her eyes to witness the bright morning and asmile was plastered on her lips. She wondered if the smile stayed in her face throughoutthe night when she was asleep. After all she had the best sleep of her life. Geetlay on her back so that she was facing the ceiling. The soft satin of the duvetrubbed her body making her aware that she was naked waist down. The brownshirt, only piece of clothing that covered her body, had ridden up and Geetsuspected the strong male hand on her waist had something to do with it. Verycarefully Geet pulled down his shirt on her body. Last night when she wasdebating with herself on whether to sleep naked or to grab a night suit fromher still unpacked bag, she spotted his brown shirt carelessly thrown on thenearby chair. Thoughts of all the romantic stories that Geet had read all her lifepassed in her mind on how the heroine wears the hero’s shirt after their act ofpassion. Geet couldn’t resist the temptation of wearing his shirt. It just seemedlike how she always imagined. Also, she was too tired to grab her bag and shedoesn’t like sleeping naked.
Asudden chill ran down her spine as Geet felt soft caresses on her skin belowher stomach. She turned her head to the left immediately to check if he wasawake. No, her completely sated husband was sleeping peacefully. “Maan” shewhispered to herself. Geet’s smile widened as she looked at him or was itblush? If Geet tells her friends that she consummated her marriage with herhusband last night they are totally going to give her that ‘told-you-so’ look.She very clearly remembered her conversation with her friends a week before herwedding.
“I am not going to let him eventouch me before we got to know each other better.” Geet had told her friends.
Thatsounded funny to even her ears now. She had let him do more than just touch herlast night. ‘What changed?’ Geet wondered.
Geetalways knew her marriage would be arranged considering how conservative herfamily was. Not that she ever fell in love before. She was prepared to marrywhoever her grandfather chose for her. After Geet agreed to marry and approvedthe guy her family suggested, everything took place around her in fast forwardand before she knew, she was at the wedding hall.
Geetspoke to him only a couple of times before the wedding and none of theconversation involved more than two sentences. The day before the wedding Geethad a full speech rehearsed to convince him that they needed more time before consummatingtheir marriage. But now contrary to her decision she was in her husband’s arms,in his bed, admiring how cute he looked when he was sleeping.
Geetblamed all the romantic stories that her friends kept forcing her to read. Theydid have an effect on her hormones. There are high possibilities that herhusband’s handsome face and chiselled body did some trick as well. He looked noless than a film star in that cream colour sherwani. She can even blame thelight caresses on her waist during the photo shoot? Well, his hand reminded onher waist massaging the area way after the photo shoot ended. No complains, though.It can also be because of the one embarrassing moment in car.
Theyboth were coming to his house from the wedding hall in a car. The drive waslong and Geet was very tired. What she thought as just relaxing the tired eyesturned into a small nap. When she woke up, she found herself pressed to herhusband’s body. Her head was on his chest and she was half hugging him with herarms around him. He was looking outside the window but his right arm was aroundher securely. She lifted herself with a sudden jerk and he looked at herconcerned. “Are you okay?” he asked. She nodded too embarrassed to look athim.”Water?” he asked extending a bottle towards her and she took it mumbling athank you. She sat far away from him through rest of the journey but that didnothing to make her heartbeats normal.
Unfortunatefor Geet, that just didn’t end there. Few minutes after all the rituals of newdaughter-in-law entering the house ended, they both were seated in living roomsurrounded by his cousins. The casual conversation became an ‘all-blushing’moment for her, when one of his cousins spotted lipstick mark on his chest,which Geet believed happened during her little nap in the car. Geet focussedher eyes on the carpet studying its patterns as his cousins were teasing himsaying that he couldn’t even wait till they reached the house. Laughter filledthe house; while a part of Geet enjoyed all the teasing another part of her wasvery uncomfortable. Maan’s one glare silenced them and they all left the roomsnickering. His reaction worried Geet, ‘what if he is a no fun type?’ shewondered. Her worries disappeared the moment her eyes met his and he looked ather waggling his eyebrows with a mischievous glint. Geet lowered her eyesblushing. She was about to wipe the lipstick mark with a tissue but he stoppedher. He shook his head as if saying no and shrugged his shoulders as if hedidn’t care what others thought and he is cool with it, which made Geet blushmore. After that she began to anticipate going to his room purely because shewanted to talk to him and spend time with him.
Geetwas still holding to the idea of first talking and getting to know each otherbefore everything, when he walked inside the room. But the moment he lifted herveil and their eyes met, all rational thoughts flew out of her mind. He didn’tforce her, not at all. It was all mutual and magical.
Maanfirst held her hand in his and his thumb started making patterns on her palm. “Geet”he called and she felt butterflies in her stomach. He looked hesitant as if hewas waiting for her approval to proceed. Geet had no heart to recite her pre-rehearsedlecture. She didn’t want to do it to him or to herself. She decided to take itwith the flow. So when he moved closer to her and placed his palm on hercheeks, she just bent her head slightly as if telling him she is as muchinterested as him.
Whatfollowed was something that Geet could never ever forget. His hand that was onher cheeks slowly moved behind her head and he very lightly caressed her ear.His face came near her until their lips were hairline apart. The anticipationkilled her. Geet closed her eyes and the next moment she felt his lips on hers.It was nothing like what the books said it was, it was much more. His lipsfirst gently rubbed on hers then he slowly traced her lower lip with histongue. Just like a reflex action Geet’s lips parted and Maan wasted no time inpulling her lips between his. Once his tongue touched hers, Geet couldn’t takeit anymore and she placed her back on the bed and pulled him on top of her.While his lips were discovering her secret taste her hands began to travel fromhis head to all over his back. Maan pulled back from the kiss when she becamebreathless and his eyes locked with hers. “Beautiful” he whispered making herfeel more lovely than she already felt by his touch. He began to place slow kissesfrom her forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks, and jaws before he again pulled her intoFrench kiss.
Hishands were running all over her bare waist as his mouth left her lips andstarted kissing down her jaw. Soon his face reached where his hands stayed andhe began placing open mouth kisses on her silky stomach. He rubbed his noseover her belly button before kissing it sensually making her curl her toes inpassion. Now Geet wanted to be equal participant in the passion and she pulledhim up to her holding his shoulder. She once again locked her lips with him.When Geet pushed him on his back and tried to come on top, he obliged with asmall smile. Geet kissed his eyes and nose. Then she began rubbing her lips onhis stubble cheeks. The roughness only increased her passion and she let hertongue taste his cheeks. His manly hands wasted no time in unzipping her choliand Geet gasped as she felt her dress slipping off her body. Her designer choliwas thrown to the farther end of the room as he moved all her hair behind hershoulder to get a good look at his beautiful wife. More than shy Geet feltproud at his appreciating gaze. Maan’s hand traced her bare arms up and down;he caressed her shoulder as he gently pushed her straps down. Maan liftedhimself and began to kiss her shoulders while she was still on him. Geet huggedhim. Her hands were on his head and she was pushing him further to herself ifthat was even possible. Maan’s one hand was on her nape massaging it while hisother hand effortlessly unhooked her bra. “Maan” she moaned as he lowered heron the bed and pulled away the cloth from her body in one go. As a suddeninstinct Geet wanted to cover herself but Maan was quick enough to cover herassets with his hands and lips. “Ahh” She moaned as she felt his lips suck andlick her sensitive skin. Maan lifted himself off her only for a minute to takeoff his Kurti and soon started making her see stars using his hands and lips.When Maan was satisfied with the attention her beautiful mounds got, he loweredhimself down until he reached the string of her skirt. He looked up to see Geet’sface as if conforming that she wants what exactly he wants. With one sharp pullthe string was pulled and her skirt came lose.”Shivaaayy” Geet moaned for thefirst time feeling his hand on her most precious part. Maan came back to herface and placed one long smooch as if making her ready for what is yet to come.Geet reciprocated with same passion. The few last barriers between them wereremoved and Maan made Geet his, completely.
Geet’sheart skipped a beat as she recollected last night’s happenings. Now she was amarried woman with a charming husband to whom she has gifted her virtue. Thethought gave her ticklish feeling. Geet sighed deeply looking at her husbandonce again. She has to get ready for the prayer that his mom has organized butall she wishes is to stay in bed with him forever. He was in deep sleep, onetight sleeper he must be. Geet placed a quick peck on his lips before pushingthe duvet and getting out of the bed. Her eyes landed on the full lengthmirror, she looked at herself. She looked same yet different. Geet looked atthe bite mark on her shoulder and then she looked at her sleeping husbandthrough the mirror. A smile appeared on her face as she traced the mark; shehad to hide it before going down.
Geet smiled widely looking at her reflection.This was just one of the many happy mornings that she will wake up to; knowingthis she briskly began to get ready for her new day, new life.
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