MaNan TS : The First Meet With Her; With Love (Part 2 - PG 21) - Page 15

NOW I AM CALM... I WILL WAIT... I CAN UNDERSTAND... I AM ALSO EXPERIENCING... YEH HIGH COMMANDERS BHI NA!!! UFF!! LOVE YOU... "SHIMLA"

Hey.. It's OK

same as my case

Its okay dear all moms are like that only but it is there concern for us

Same happens with me too...

Being the ever advanced and prepared person by personality and also; at the present moment; an ardent and eager Lover - Manik had already conversed about his wish to marry Nandini and to take her along - with Ms. Shrijha.

Ms. Shrijha.

The Matron of the orphanage and an extremely gentle dame who was a mother for Nandini and the only person to whom Manik Malhotra was indebted for the favor she had done on him by giving his Nandini shelter when she was left alone in the world.

A couple of months after their confession; when they had decided concretely on getting together for a lifetime by tying the sacred knot; Manik had personally flown down to Lucknow from Mumbai to meet only Ms. Shrijha and gain her required consent.

She had been emotional when Manik; the famous former Musician and leading business tycoon of the country; proposed to marry her sober daughter with a promise of providing her all the happiness of life and deserved luxuries. Those par for the course doubts of a mother who has raised a daughter had cropped in her heart too but the mere fact that he hadn't seen her or even ever heard her and still loved her - which was evident in his eloquent eyes - eliminated all the ifs and buts and she wholeheartedly; after having a word with Nandini; assented for the alliance and gave her choicest and much needed blessings.

She was well aware of their decision to stay apart for 8 months and also about Manik's arrival to meet his Love and was too much; like a typical mother; enthusiastic for their union.

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With a giddy excited mind, an erratically thudding heart that was swelling to infinity with joy and a mild smile on his lips; he stepped out of the car and walked to the door of the old bungalow where Ms. Srijha stood along with some other people of orphanage to receive him and politely greeted her. After a brief ritualistic welcome; they led him to a small but neat hall and offered a seat on a sofa.

He had shown up a little too early; deliberately; of course; because of the zing to see his Lady Love - who he was sure wasn't even aware of his advent as he had strictly appealed the matron to keep the timings hidden from her.

'Nan .. '

Just when he was about to openly put up the question that had been on the tip of tongue since he had entered; after a half an hour long head - to - head with Ms. Srijha who was speaking about anything and everything but Nandini; a euphonious sound of someone's Payal fell in his ears and automatically caught his attention.

Surprisingly, out of nowhere; a thought that it could possibly be her cropped up in his mind - his cognizance to the fact that she loved wearing anklets acting as a favorable factor - and this only possibility made his heart flutter.

Understanding his unspoken eagerness that his impatient squinting eyes exhibited; Ms. Srijha smiled and said Aap toh jaantey hongey ke Nandini ko raqs; mera matlab; dance karna bohot pasand hai. Yeh waqt uske practice ka hai. Ussey maloom nahi hai na ke aap aa gaye hain - isliye shayad. Aap chahey toh ussey jaker abhi milsakte hain. Woh peeche baramdey mein milegi aapko.

Controlling his emotions - that were pushing him to cut a mad rag right then and there as he had an image to be maintained before the Old lady - he gave her a smile and hoofed it to the Veranda for the first meet with Love; With her.

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His breaths that were radged and heavy till seconds back; now hitched and got stuck in his throttle as his eyes caught the first sight of a svelte and gracile figure; of hers; swaying alone in her own music and in sync with the gentle flowing zephyr that also played with her long open luxuriant hair - making them kiss and tease and hide her face behind them.

Raising her small hand to her face; she tucked the disturbing tresses with her delicate fingers behind her ear and that very moment; the time and the entire world around him stopped.

She looked Beautiful.

More than he had imagined her to be and beyond every better and best definition that had been ever set to define perfect beauty.

An unspoiled perfection created and carved into a belle in some special chamber of heaven by Almighty.

A gorgeously proportioned exquisite face painted naturally in a porcelain - like complexion with some pale - pink rosiness shading the contours of her slim cheeks. Her eyes like that of a deer - Brown and Doe - glowing with the depths of universal Love, casting off stardust as a diamond casts fire and smouldering like embers in a desert night; reflecting the sheer innocence of her soul. A straight cute nose and full - pink soft lips curved into a breathtaking and peaceful smile adorning her picture perfection -

She looked empyrean.

She was lost in her passion and he was lost in her smile; in her delicacy; in her pulchritude; in her.

Entranced and with beholding eyes; he advanced close to her and her tender heart skipped several beats as then her orbs fell on him when she swirled about for the last time.

Like the universe around them; she froze at her place out of surprise, happiness and delight on seeing him after so long and that too; this time; as no celebrity but her Lover.

With a mirroring smile and tons of Love and reverence sparkling in his eyes exactly like hers, he stepped close to her and asked, spooning her cheek with a shivering hand Kya main tumhe hug karsakta hoon?

She quivered under his touch; his first touch; but at the same time blushed at the way he was admiring her and his act of seeking permission for something he already had all rights to do swept her off her feet.

In her same demure way; that had stolen his heart; she blinked her eyes and understanding the gesture; he smiled more and with gentle hands engulfed her in his arms; fulfilling his 8 - month long woven dream of holding her so close to himself.

A strong possessiveness and protectiveness gushed in him as he basked in the joy of feeling complete - her petite frame having fit perfectly in the void of his muscular arms - and he swore to guard his this pixie from everything and anything bad in the world.

She smelled roses and her warmth was like that of a mother - affectionate and endearing.

He clasped her more to him with each passing second and though meekly; she reciprocated with utmost and all of her Love.

After what seemed like forever; he loosed his grip around her and impressed a warm kiss; first kiss; on her forehead; that sent volts of currents down her spine; and asked, cupping her chin Tumse aaj tak bohot kuch suna hai; sivaye tumhari aawaz ke. Kuch kahogi nahi?

Slowly but surely dealing with her shyness; she raised her lashes and the very next second; Multiple wrinkles creased her forehead as her eyes got locked with his and easily spotted the dewy in his eyes.

Very lovingly; she plucked the lone tear from the corner of his eyes and said Humein laga tha ke humne aapke saarey aansuoun ki wajah mita di hai. Per yeh?

Her mellifluous voice laced with her unbounded love melted in his ear as warm sugar syrup - more musical than any melody of the world - and after absorbing it completely; he kissed both her hands and answered Yeh aansu toh khushi ke hai. Tumse milne ki khushi. Main tumhe apna bananey ke liye aur intezaar nahi karsakta. Mere saath; meri hoker; puri zindagi ka safar karne ke liye tayyar ho?

Having no different emotions and exactly same or if truth be told; more avidity for becoming his for an eternity - she gave the most succinct answer that could ever be - a wide smile across her rubescent face.

He let out a smitten sigh at her maidenly modesty and then without wasting any other second; scooped her in his arms - that turned her more florid - and proceeded towards the altar to finally take the plunge and tie the knot.

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Kaisa laga tumhe tumhara ghar?

Manik asked after welcoming her; his bride; in a complete traditional manner and while showing her around the Mansion. Blinking away the tears of joy that had borne out of his both verbal and practical gestures; she smiled and answered, roaming her gaze round the house Pehli baat toh yeh ke yeh hum dono ka ghar hai. Aur bohot pyara hai.

All smiles; he led her into their huge bedroom and then again asked, leaning on the door after closing it and crossing his legs Aur yeh hamara kamra hai! Tumhara aur mera! Kaisa laga? Rosy - cheeked; she fiddled with her fingers and replied in a hushed tone Bohot khoobsurat hai!

Moving closer; he took her in a back hug and said, resting his chin on her shoulder Khoobsurat lafz sirf tumhare liye bana hai Nandini. Tum nahi janti ke tumhe dekhkar mera kya haal hogaya hai. Beintehaa khoobsurat ho tum. Mere sapnon se kahin guna zyada.

She shuddered acutely and her breathing ragged at both his proximity and the huskiness of his voice - a result of the sensitive and instinctive reaction of her body - and sensing this instantaneously; he controlled his raging desires that were dying to kiss her and cuddle her till the end of time; for the sake of her comfort and voicing his idea of taking it slow; he turned her about and said, holding her from her shoulders and after planting a buss on her temple Relax Nandini! Tumhe pareshaan honey ki zaroorat nahi hai! Main samajhta hoon. Koi jaldi nahi hai.

A feeling of guilt filled in her at the thought of letting him down; though unintentionally; and discerning it from her nervous posture, Manik hugged her kindly and added, patting the back of her head lightly Aur tumhe bura feel karne ki zaroorat nahi hai Nandini. Hamara rishta toh dil se juda hua hai - jism aaj miley ya kuch waqt ke baad - koi farq nahi padta. Mere liye tumhara paas hona hi kaafi hai. Haan tumhare kareeb hona chahta hoon per jab tak tum nahi chahogi tab tak main kuch nahi karunga.

True she loved him from every single unit of her existence and trusted him with all her heart but as a matter of fact she was a girl - a timid and mousy girl for whom getting intimate readily that too with a person whom she wasn't used to being with in physical terms was something next to impossible. Despite her self - will to surrender herself to him; she couldn't - owing to the unfamiliarity with his bodily presence and also the new arising emotions that were previously unencountered.

All she needed was; time.

And he happily gave her that.

They would do everything a couple does; talk for hours, sit and sleep close, share a coffee, exchange some time to time love gifts, travel together, go on dates arranged by him, set out on shopping sprees, peck her on her cute and adorable antics, turn her rosy by addressing her as Jaan, Baby, Shona and with many more love tags, make special dinner for him to make him feel good, share and solve eachother's problems and etcetera etcetera - except for two things - one getting intimate and two (concerning only Nandini) say I Love You openly.

Unlike him; she was a bit reserved in expressing her romantic feelings in words. He would easily and frequently - after every ten minutes - just come to her and say it on her face that he loves her with a peck on forehead. Not that she didn't show; she did; but instead of words - she used actions - that spoke loud and volumes of her Love.

His eyes were never tired of drinking her beauty and always held that spark of passion but he never crossed the line laid by his promise and would just hug her and quell his desires. And every time he did that - the respect and esteem for him would raise to a new height in her heart and made her fall more deeply in Love with him all over again.

She brought music back in his life but he chose to keep it as secondary for some serious reasons and needless to say; she did stand by his this decision too. He would play for her and she danced for him; a scene that depicted the flawless blend of two art forms just like their souls.

Months passed; they grew closer and got used to eachother's company - so much that neither could sleep - wake up - eat - smile - cry or even breathe without the other. And when this realization dawned upon her; on one fine day after 7 months while she was having some lone time with herself; she knew it was time to break the weakened chains of inhibition and become totally his in each and every aspect and meaning.

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'Aapko kuch batana hai! Hamare saath chaliye.'

Nandini requested; the same fortunate day; after his return from the business meet for which he was away since morning.

Obviously; he obliged already - beaming and overjoyed to see her dolled up and ready with a surprise for him - and for the first time taking the lead; she entwined her hand with his and led him into one of the many empty rooms of the Mansion.

Seeing nothing but dark on entering, Manik furrowed his brows in curiosity and inquired Jaan hum yahan kiun ayein hain?

Overwhelming him; she switched on the lights to reveal uncountable I Love Yous written by her on charts and pasted on the walls.

Adding to his pleasure; she reposed her head on shoulder and said, keeping her hand over his heart

Aapne jitni baar bola hai aur jataya hai uske muqable toh yeh kuch bhi nahi hai per aaj hamara bolna zaroori hogaya hai. Bohot bohot zyada pyaar karte hain aapse hum! Aap sab kuch ho hamare liye aur aapke bina hum kuch bhi nahi hain. Ek baari saans nahi lenge toh bhi chalega; per aapse door nahi rehsakte. I Love You!

First she had spoken out her feelings and second she had taken his name to hear which he had craved since forever - Manik was bowled over, over the moon, on cloud nine and couldn't ask for anything else. Letting the tears of mirth flow; he clasped her to his chest tightly and twirled her around exclaiming I Love You continuously while she responded with equal fervor this time.

Breaking apart; he pinned her to the wall and fused his lips with hers - pressing his body on hers and forcing their intertwined hands against the wall. The entire world blurred and came crashing down to nonappearance; her knees went lifeless and wooziness surrounded his intellect; as soon as their lips met; and they moaned and groaned against eachother's lips.

The kiss started off as a sedate and passionate one; their lips molding and melting together with tears of bliss trickling down their cheeks; but soon transformed into a fervid and amorous one as their soul - searing contact evoked the needful and long repressed hormones in their bodies and set them ablaze with want.

Heaving and panting they pulled apart; and then Nandini said, giving the answer to the question his impassioned and aflame eyes were asking Khudko aur rokne ki zarurat nahi hai Manik!

Letting out a gasp; he picked her up in his arms and made his way into their room to finally take their love to the extremes, complete each other and consummate their marriage.

The End.

Sorry for not continuing further ! This part was supposed to be limited only till their meet but still I extended it till the kiss.

Put your imagination wheels on run lovelies to know what might have followed :P

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Lovely!!
So warm n heart touching!!
Really a true love...rather epitome of love!!

Aww.. It ws beautiful..