Part 33
“Aise baat nahi karna ta Maan” Saira spoke as she entered the room.
“Toh kya karta? Chup karke unke baatein sunta rehta?”
“Haan. Woh... Di Alisha ke baare mein pareshaan hai, aur woh kahin na kahin sahi bhi hai. Agar Alisha aur uss ladke ke baare mein bahar agaya toh usse kaun shadi karega Maan”
“Ammi loug 18th century mein nahi reh rahe hai. Aage bhar rahe hai” he countered.
“Samaj kyun nahi rahe ho?” she questioned back.
“Ammi aap ladna chahte ho kya?” he questioned.
“Chup kar” she smacked his shoulder. “Ab bata kyun aaya hai?”
“Haan” he settled down on the edge of her bed before her. “Mujhe aapse kuch baat karna chahta ta. Woh maine tickets book kiya ta mere aur Geet ke liye” he started and saw how Saira turned her eyes on Geet smiling in amusement. “Ammi mein yahan hoon” he told her getting her attention once more.
“Haan haan sunn raha hoon” she responded chuckling.
“Aur tickets agle hafte ke liye hai, main socha ta Ramdhan se pehle hum dono ghoom aaye lekin ab...” he paused. “Alisha ke saat jo hua...”
“Alisha ke saat jo hua bahut bura hua lekin tum dono yahan reh kar kya karoge? Aur waise bhi tu yahan reh kar aur bigadhega”
“Main?”
“Haan tu” she replied. “Tum dono chale jao toh behtar hi hoga”
“Tum yahan rehna chahti ti na? Dekha? Ammi hum dono khud bagana chahte hai” He looked over his shoulder at Geet.
“Aap hi ki waje se hai” she responded back with a smirk.
“Tum aurtein na? Pata nahi kya chalti hai tum logoun ke dimag main” he muttered.
“Tu chup kar. Khair raat bhi kaafi hogayi hai toh dono jaa ke so jao”
“Hmm” he stood to his feet then pressed a kiss to her temple. “Badi ma ko yeh baat mat kahiye”
“Unhe pata chal jayega”
“Ammi.. unhe koi bahana de dijiye warna woh sunate rahenge, das saal ke baad bhi yeh yaad rahega aur taana maar te rahenge”
“Accha baba. Ab jao” she waved him away.
“Abhi se bhaga rahe hai” Maan muttered as he joined Geet resting his hand on the small of her back and led out Saira’s room.
She smiled shaking her head and walked down with him. Maan looked at the others still sat in the hall in silence, he noted Badi ma scowling at them to which he mentally rolled his eyes then walked out the door with Geet.
“You want to still stay home?” Maan turned his head to Geet.
“Mazak kar rahe hai kya?” she questioned.
He only chuckled tugging her closer to him. “So we’re still going on our little trip”
“Hmm” she hummed wrapping her arms around his waist. “But we can't be going for long though” she informed him.
“I know, I know. We’re going for a week only” he responded remembering Ramdhan is only 3 weeks away and his extended family were coming to theirs for the month.
“It’s going to be quite busy na? How many are going to be coming?” Geet questioned.
“Jalal Maama’s coming with his family. Kabir is going to be coming down for Ramdhan as well”
“Really?”
“Hmm, seems like someone is eager to meet him” he joked opening up their door and stepped inside.
“Well I’ve met everyone else na? I haven’t met your brother yet” she replied.
“Aisa na ho ke mujhe chodhkar tumhe usse pyar ho jaye” he joked closing the door and locking it.
“Aisa kabhi nahi hoga” Geet whispered softly into his ear hugging him from behind.
Maan smiled and turned around. “I know that” he pecked her nose. “Let’s go up”
Geet slipped into bed whilst Maan was in the washroom, she lay onto her side pondering whether it was still right to go out, she guessed Maan and Saira were right but she was still hesitant. With the situation right now things could only get worse between them and Badi ma. She certainly wouldn’t like it and it’d be another thing she’d pick on to taunt Maan later on.
She looked over her shoulder as Maan slipped in beside her, he wrapped his arms around her waist tugging her back.
“What’s going on in that head of yours now Geet?” he questioned raising his brows.
“Um.. nothing”
“Don’t lie, so tell me” he responded back.
She turned around slipping her arms around his middle relaxing in his arms. “If we go badi ma’s not going to be happy”
“Phir se wahi baat” he muttered. She couldn’t help but chuckled whilst Maan grumbled.
“Geet it’s not funny. Look Ammi even said it’s better if we go, Badi ma kya karenge, do chaar baat suna denge then it’s over”
“That do chaar baat will go on for a good few weeks or even years” she reminded him.
“Okay whatever” he snuggled closer. “Don’t ruin my mood” he muttered.
“Kya kar rahe ho?” Geet questioned as Maan pulled her closer, pressing his face into the hollow of her neck.
“It’s called making love Geet” he chuckled kissing her neck.
“Aap na? Hamesha tang karte rehte hai”
“Ab kya karu Geet? Biwi tum ho, padhose ki biwi ko jaake tang nahi kar sakta na?” he lifted his head up looking down at her.
“Ek na ek din main aapke yeh munh sil dungi” she threatened narrowing her eyes.
“Accha?” he inched closer rubbing his nose with hers.
“Haan” she nodded.
“But Geet...” he paused till she looked at him. “How will you kiss me then?”
Geet flustered and tried to move back. “Chodhiye mujhe”
Maan laughed and tugged her closer wrapping his arms around her waist and pressed her to him.
“Dekhiye” she pointed her finger at him.
“Dikhaye” he teased letting his eyes draw down to her cleavage.
A strangled whine came out from her lips making her look even more delectable, Maan threw his head back laughing as she tried to free herself and whined.
“Bohut maza aa rahe haina?” she whacked his chest. “Aur mujhe chodhiye”
“Chodh ke kahan jaoge?” he questioned.
“Um... main.. haan main dusre bedroom mein so jaungi”
“Accha ji? Aur aap ko lagta hai ke main jaane dunga?” he countered with a sly smile and turning her onto her back.
She swallowed thickly as he climbed over her, her eyes lowered and she bit down onto her lower lip feeling flustered.
“Geet” Maan whispered her name rubbing his nose with hers, he pressed a kiss to her cheek and trailed kisses along her jaw. “Do you still want to sleep in the other room?” he questioned softly flicking his tongue on her jaw.
Geet turned her head to the side breathing heavily, Maan traced his lips along her throat with soft kisses making her melt beneath him.
“hmm?” he hummed waiting for a response.
She reached his shoulder from behind hugging him tightly, Maan smiled turning his head to face her and brushed his lips with hers, he gently pecked her taking his time to coax her, she parted allowing him to delve in, his tongue stroked hers deepening their kiss, his hands wrapped around her middle pressing her body to his, almost lifting her.
Geet parted throwing her head back whilst Maan pressed open mouthed kisses, she gripped his vest tightly in her fist as he assaulted her with his lips. She swallowed thickly as he pressed into the mattress and parted from her, he looked down at her flushed form and took in the breathtaking sight of her.
“I guess you don’t” he chuckled running his eyes along her body.
He knelt onto the mattress staring down at her, his eyes ravishing her, he smiled down playfully whilst she turned her head blushing furiously. He reached down to her ankle and tugged the hem of her nighty silently informing her of his next action. Geet chewed her lower lip as he pushed it up along her legs, slowly baring her, one arm went around her waist and lifted her up so he could push the dress up higher.
Geet wrapped her arms around him tightly as he lifted her to sit up, he pressed his face into the hollow of her neck and gently pressed a kiss.
Geet closed her eyes immersing in his love, he slipped of her dress leaving her in her under garments. He reached behind flicking the straps open quickly with a deft tug, she shuddered as he pushed them down her arm and bared her.
He pushed her down making her lie back down, her hair spread beneath her and a sight he absolutely loved.
Geet breathed heavily, she shivered slightly, despite Maan loving her so many times she was still shy and hesitant, she hissed softly as he cupped her curve and squeezed gently, she turned her head to the side reaching up and clutching the pillow in her fist.
Maan smiled noting her reaction, he stretched himself beside her, his heavy breaths caressing her ear.
“I love it when you’re shy Geet” he whispered into her ear then nipped her lobe, tugging gently.
Geet swallowed thickly and turned to her side hugging him. “Stop” she muttered onto his shoulder.
“Stop what?” he questioned softly. “Stop talking or loving you?” he teased.
Geet tightened her arms around him pressing her face into the hollow of his neck.
“Ek baat puchu?” he brushed her hair back with his hand tugging them behind her ear so he could see her face.
He noted how she much she was blushing being all bared and exposed before him, he pressed a kiss to her cheek. “You look beautiful Geet” he assured. “And I’ve seen you quite a few times by now, so you don’t need to be shy” he teased rubbing his stubble against her cheek.
“Main aapko chodhungi nahi” she mumbled.
“Mat chodho. I love the feel of you in my arms like this” he nipped her lobe a little harder making her wince, Geet hissed pressing her nails onto his back.
“Can I ask you something?” he got back to his earlier question pressing soft kisses on her sensitive soft spot behind her ear.
“Hmm” she hummed back tentatively and quietly that he thought he imagined it first.
“Why don’t you call me by my name?” he questioned.
She dipped her head down pressing her chin on his shoulder, Maan shifted making her lie back down, he pressed his chest to hers so he covered her knowing she is quite shy.
“Hmm?” he cradled her cheek tilting her head up staring down at her.
She reached up entwining her arm around his nape pressing her lips to his ear. “I won't answer just yet” she whispered.
“Accha ji?” he quirked his brow up to which she nodded in response.
“Doesn’t matter. How about I make you say my name tonight?” he challenged.
“Dekhiye” she muttered tentatively wondering what was going on in his head.
He smirked. “I’ll take it as a yes” he whispered. “I’m not only going to make you say my name Geet” he inched closer brushing his lips with hers. “I’m going to make you scream my name” he winked to which she blushed furiously and knew she was in for a long night.
“Suniye” Geet patted Maan’s shoulder calling him.
“Haan ji” Maan turned onto his back wincing. “Oh crap” he touched his back.
“Kya hua?”
“I think you broke my back” he chuckled.
“Aap na?” she nudged his shoulder. “Ab utiye. Chaar baj raha hai, namaz ka waqt hogaya hai” she pointed to the clock.
“Hmm” he sat up stretching his arms and muscles.
“Aap ke peet...” Geet pointed then paused. “Actually you deserve it” she spoke.
“What?” he looked over his shoulder trying glance back. “Geet kaise biwi ho tum. You assaulted me” he joked.
“Maan aap... aap bhi kam nahi te” she countered back pulling the duvet to her chest.
“Accha? Let’s have a look” he tugged the blanket.
“Main na...”
“Tum na kya Geet?”
“Maan main ro dungi agar aap mujhe aur tang karenge toh” she warned.
“Ach... Hang on did you just call me Maan?” he questioned beaming brightly.
“Kal raat wada kiya ta na” she muttered and stepped down grabbing his vest and slipped into it.
“Oh yeah” he mumbled in response remembering how he’d made her promise to call him by his name. He chuckled and looked back at her, his eyes drew down her body.
“Aise ghoor kyun rahe hai mujhe?” she questioned without looking at him, she picked up their clothes from the floor.
“You look quite hot in my clothes Geet. I think you should wear them for me”
She shook his head. “Aaj raat main pakka aap ke munh sil dungi” she muttered and walked into the washroom. Maan stepped down laughing and grabbed his tracks and slipped into it. He followed into the washroom and saw her pushing their clothes in the wash basket.
“Gussa ho kya?” he questioned as he started on brushing his teeth.
She winced and sat on the toilet seat looking up at him and nodded. “I’m hurting” she pouted.
“Kahan?” he rinsed out his mouth and wiped his face then turned to her kneeling down.
“Main aapse nahi kahungi” she pouted. “Aap mazak udhayenge”
“Nahi baba...” he touched her thigh. “Kahan dukh raha hai?”
“Nahi” she pushed his hands away, “Mujhe shower bhi karna hai, aur namaz ka waqt hogaya hai” she muttered.
“Geet dekhne do mujhe” he tugged her hand as she stood to her feet.
“Nahi main teek hoon, ab chaliye bhi” she tugged his hand. Maan pulled his hand back and lifted her making her shriek.
“Yeh aap”
“Chup raho tum” he glared walking back to their room and placed her back on their bed.
“Kahan dukh raha hai” he reached for the hem of his vest to check her, Geet lay silently as he pulled it off her, Geet blushed furiously and grew hot, Maan pulled the blanket and covered her just leaving her thighs exposed. He noted the light bruises and instantly felt guilty. “Bataya kyun nahi kal raat” he frowned down at her and massaged her legs.
Once Geet was feeling a little relaxed, Maan helped her to the shower and showered with her. Geet dressed and wrapped her scarf around her head and placed her prayer mat down, she started her prayer, soon Maan joined her and started offering his prayer.
Edited by NerdyBirdy - 5 years ago
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