MG FF ~ABHI NAHIN AANA ~ THREAD #8 - Page 44

The car skidded off and hit the lamp post by the road and she just pushed the brake hard as a reflex, panting furiously! Her entire life stood right in front of her...telling her how pathetic she was and how low had she stooped!!!

People gathered and pulled Geet out of that broken car. Police and paramedics checked on her for any injury but she stood numb, robbed off all the sanity in her, devoid of emotions and any reaction her reasons seemed clearer...her home, her family, her work, meeting maan in Paris...making love to him..her birthday and then that guilt! People asked her questions about her home or family and she just looked blankly at them, stunned at the realizations, confessions, guilt hurling up deep within her. someone had shaken her and asked who did she want to call to pick her up and she just murmured Sasha... she had always been with her prior to her accident, every step of her life.

Sasha rushed to her and guided her to the car, "ma'am..are you alright? You can't drive a car yet...how could you..."

She stopped Geet looking blankly to something she knew not off. She held her hand shook her, "ma'am... you okay? Geet.."

Geet snapped and looked at Sasha just blank, "hmm..?"

"are you hurt somewhere? Shall we go to the doctor?"

Geet just looked out of the window, "that wont be necessary.."

"are you sure? I mean you really don't look that great..."

Geet was anyways disturbed and just snapped, "one more word Sasha.. and I will cut off your neck!"

Silence prevailed as Sasha stared at her for a long time, without blinking! Geet waited for her to drive her back home but she just stared at her.

"what is it?"

"did you by any chance get back your memories?", Sasha spit out, knowing she always said those lines to her when she was in her GH mode. Geet wasn't surprised because Sasha knew her well...too well perhaps!

Geet looked at her..that typical GH look, " you don't want me driving you back...do you? Anyways we have to fly back to India asap!"

That aura...sasha could never forget in her life and that air of arrogance in her voice and her suspicions were proved right!! she tried to gulp down the fact... one year and damn those 3 months is what it took to get her back! She was happy..actually relieved!

They stopped right in front of the mansion and Geet got off and didn't even look back.

"Geet...", Sasha called out earning a glare but she didn't get scared, rather continued, "you better let maan sir know about it..."

"mind your own business Sasha and go home..", Geet walked in, leaving behind a relieved yet a worried Sasha. But what happened when she stepped inside??? her facade faded away and the mere illusion she created was disillusioned. She clutched her heart tight.. she had broken his heart so badly! How will she forgive herself now? she closed the door of her room and sat on the floor with her notebook, cuddled up in one corner. She opened a fresh page and scribbled whatever she could.

She looked ghostly now with tears cascading down her eyes, smudging her kohl and her mascara, her disheveled hair and tore away that paper, crushing it and throwing it at the corner of her room, missing the dustbin by inches. She sat there throughout the whole night in the cold, not even moving an inch. And worse, maan never came. He was mad, she knew he was. One of the memories flashed in her mind, when she and maan had a fight because she hadn't shown her face to him for one whole week, neither did she take his calls. And when they had met, they had been so angry at each other but their passion consumed at all.

She smiled sadly, breaking engagement with him, she had been trying to run from every damn thing and she didn't realize what she did. How pathetic! She had pushed him away and he had hated her. should she tell him the truth that she was back? She tried to contemplate his reaction...recalling how much care he took of her other side when he had gotten to know that she was still alive, how he protected her from every damn thing and how much he loved her. he would hate her if he got to know she was back...yes he would hate her and go away from her. she won't be able to bear it, not now. she couldn't take it then and now she would go mad if he left.

A cold shower in the middle of her night seemed to remind her of that passion.. hell she couldn't forget it! every kiss of theirs was new and every thrust of his was her life force! She could feel knots in her stomach,, just by thinking about it. how would it feel to touch him after so long... umm her mouth watered thinking of the possibility and she felt heat rising in her body. She smiled a bit and applied soap on her body, starting slowly with her arms. That soft touch reminded her of maan...ohh damn he was never soft! She blushed hard, like a crazy. She applied soap round her breasts, moving in circular motion, reminding herself of the last night he had touched her like that. her stomach crunched as unknown yet known sensations coursed through her, setting up heat between her legs. Her hands softly moved over her stomach, thighs, hips and she imagined him touching her like that. her body was set on fire as she felt wet and horny.

"it's been so long...", she breathed out blushing furiously.

The next morning, she found no maan as well. getting ready for office, she walked down to breakfast table and saw him and avantika. The tic toc of her heels caught his attention and he dared to look at her. she looked pretty today with that favourite shade of lipstick she had put on. their eyes met in a fierce battle.. wonder if it was out of love or anger but he quickly tore away his gaze. he was angry...so damn angry at her. she never took his call, she never told her anything and this is what he hated to the core. He was hurt and this time he was not giving her a chance to run away again. he'd make sure she came to him of her own.

Geet took her seat, right opposite to him, without even looking away from him. her past image of him mingled with the present..he hadn't changed a bit, not at all. he looked all the same. She smiled... she might enjoy this moment with him knowing what was to come ahead now. he glared at her as she coughed, choking on her food. My my..her heart beat rose, his look almost touching her physically. she could never forget the longing she had for him just before her accident...and that seemed to intensify more with his silent treatment.

He never spoke to her.. actually didn't even look at her. she knew he was mad but wasn't it inevitable? It was her who had messed up things in the past and even now. no matter how much she craved for him, the pain and guilt would not subside.

She walked out with Sasha confusing him with that loving look of hers. He had tried hard to make her spit out stuffs but it was her who had brought it upon herself. He was sure he had seen a layer of tears while she was leaving. God, this was horrible. After being so close to her that night, it was impossible to stay away from her... damn those desires!! She had gone to him of her own, awakening that demon within him and now she was running away!! He'd never accept that!

Geet spent the whole day in looking into what the company had come to when she was away but she couldn't concentrate. Her mind kept on going back to him again and again. she couldn't bear that much silence from him..he didn't even touch her once..forget a hug and his kiss. and she had silently cried herself to work, knowing she had broken him yet again. unable to take it anymore, she went home in the afternoon itself. She took a shower, crying for whatever she had done. But she had to detach herself. She had to go back to India, her home, her father's home and make things right. a part of her wanted to be with him while the other part just wanted to detach and fulfill her father's dreams.

She came out in a towel, lost in her world when she saw him standing right in front of her, with his arms crossed over his chest. For a moment she thought she was dreaming...he was supposed to be at work right? like he understood what was going in her head.

"we need to talk...right now!", he spoke sternly.

His voice sent shivers down her spine, arousing her nevertheless. He had been keeping a tab on her.. her insides jumped in joy. He was here to meet her.

"..and you can't run away now!", he said, locking the door. Damn it! that towel..she looked so hot..with her wet hair and water cascading down her bare skin. He wanted her without that towel.. completely naked under him. he breathed in sharply, knowing she still had been recalling things. his eyes met hers..red and puffy. Had she been crying? she was looking at him so lovingly like he was the most delicate thing in the world.

He shook his head gestured her to sit. She was just lost in him...in the past that seemed to mingle with the present. She had missed him so much. those days she had been away from him made her stomach twist in pain.

"sit...", he ordered. Ohh my, she could be breathless with that authority, did he even know that? she slowly walked towards him with slow deliberate steps until she was standing right in front of him, inches apart! She looked into those dark intense eyes and raised her hand to caress his cheeks. He was surprised to see her so not herself. Here he was trying to talk and she was just making things impossible. Her touch, soft but heated it was, traced his cheek and then the length of his jaw line. He breathed in sharply and held her hand and pressed a soft kiss on her palm. She shivered and he felt that. he looked deep into her eyes, "what are you doing?", he whispered.

"i..don't know..", she spoke, lost in him, "but I want this.."

"don't Geet.. you will regret..."

A lone tear escaped from her eyes, "there's no regret! I need it more than anything else right now.."

Before he could say anything, she wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed his lips, lovingly. He sighed... there was no control over him self when she was around. And her sincere confession was just the push he needed. He kissed her back, running his tongue at the seam of her lips. She had missed him so much.. the whole of him! she parted her lips and their tongues met in a slow sensual dance on their own. She opened her mouth to let him in and he did, reaching out for the corners. She moaned feeling aroused..as if she was not from before. His hands rested on her waist but she wanted more of him those days of past hit her with all the force, making her weak in her knees. Her fingers curled around his around his shoulders and tears slipped down, sliding into their joined mouths.

He could feel that salty fluid and immediately broke the kiss to see her crying. he immediately cupped her face, "Geet.. what's the matter jaan?"

A sob of guilt and desire raked her body. She looked at him, his eyes so much in love and what did she do.. break him? she hugged him tightly, sobbing. She missed him..she missed him so much. he hugged her back, thinking she might be disturbed with his indifferent behaviour this morning, "am sorry sweetheart.. I shouldn't have..."

She stopped him, putting her hand on his mouth and shook her head, "I am sorry..", she spoke between her sobs. The scent of her soap filled his nostrils, making his head spin.

"shh..its alright...", he tucked a strand of hair behind her ears and kissed her forehead. But that hurt and guilt was deep embedded in her. she wanted him for her. the wait had been way to long, not for her but for him. she was realizing how much he had stopped himself from day one when he had discovered her. wanting to give him all before things fell apart, she took a step back and dropped the towel off her body, baring herself completely to him.

He was shocked at first but then seeing her nude right in front of him...ohh god how would he stop himself now? he knew it was impossible now when she had given in already. He took a step towards her and kissed hard and quick, "you will be the death of me someday..."

He cupped her breasts and gave them a tight little squeeze. She threw her head back, hissing, reminding her of so many nights enveloped in his passion. He kissed her slender neck line, "what is going in your head Geet?", he whispered.

His hand shamelessly went around and slipped between her legs, cupping her core with his large palm making her moan out loud, "you knew this was coming right?"

She was in no position to speak anything. Sensations raked her body... it was way much passionate than she had imagine. She fell limp in his arms as he slowly rubbed her, not even entering..just playing with the folds of her lips. She clutched his shoulders tightly... this was seducing.. she sighed clinging on to him. her buds puckered hard and she throbbed against him, before they even started.

"maan... don't..", she called out breathlessly asking him not to play like this. But he seemed to enjoy. He couldn't have seen her this vulnerable, crying and longing. He lifted her up and placed her on the bed. His sanity was robbed off as he fell on her, kissing her lips madly, pulling out every damn sweetness from her. she smiled into the kiss.. she needed him to survive and baring herself to him had let the memories flow in.

He latched onto one of her ni**** whilst she arched herself. She liked it.. his lips and tongue working their way on her assets.. she had missed that. for a moment she stilled to cherish how his jaws tightened when he thrust in..way back from the past as tears made their way down. She looked at him lovingly as he was still dressed. She pushed him up a bit, making him look at her. she just raised herself and started unbuttoning his shirt. He looked at her stark naked body and let her do what she wanted to. She was crying.. there were reasons but he had to make her trust him enough so that she could open up.

She freed him from his shirt and kissed over his heart and murmured something which he couldn't understand. She Planted sweet hot kisses over his shoulders, running her warm slick tongue over his contours, coming back to claim his lips. He groaned in pleasure..its been so long since he had touched her and she was indeed a drug. He pressed her chest right over her supple swells making her sigh. He trailed his tongue down her valley till her naval and bit it there. she hissed clutching his hair. He glanced at her once..her head thrown back and her skin glistening with his saliva and he felt hardening length almost hurting under his jeans.

"Geet.. do you really want this?", he spoke breathlessly knowing there will be no turning back.

"yes...", she hissed. He ripped off her panties and thrust his thumb into her, catching her off guard. She screamed with that sensation but numbed as he let his thumb dig into her and rub her rough. She was blinded with sheer pleasure. Memories flashed of their times together... his touch ohh so hot..arjun was lying. She was sure of it now. but she was no less than a bitch herself. She broke his loving heart and she might have to leave again. her father...she couldn't think straight when his tongue replaced his fingers, sucking away her juices. She screamed clutching the sheets tighter on her sides.

He broke apart and quickly pulled off his jeans and boxers, baring himself as much as she was. From the corner of her eyes she did see his hardening cock, all set to enter her. she closed her eyes giving in but he surprised her yet again. he lifted her thigh up against his shoulders and thrust his tongue into her. her wetness welcomed him as she shivered with that throttling sensation. He swirled his tongue into her folds, licking off that soft nodule and she came in violently, crying out.

He left her and went back to her lips. She was breathing heavily, not even in her senses perhaps. He licked his mouth, licking away her juices on his lips, "you are beautiful jaan... and so delicious.."

She could see stars in that bright afternoon. She tried to say something but he kissed her, sealing her mouth. She gasped feeling that little salty metallic taste of her own in his mouth. She closed her eyes and kissed him back, playing with his tongue. She moaned feeling his manhood press against her wet hot core, urging her to open up. She bit his lips and parted her thighs to take him in. He was burning with his own arousal and her opening up was not of much help. Her wetness rubbed against his hardness, making his throat go dry. A second later perhaps he'd explode. She hadn't even touched him there. she just kept thrusting her hip up and rub against him.

"I love you so much..." he spoke into the kiss and thrust into her in one swift motion, surprising her. but there was no time to think or react. She was welcoming..slippery and hot for him. he pinned her hands over her head and thrust in once again. years of longing finally came to an end as he drank away her tears as he set the pace.

She was lost in him and his passion...there was an epic amalgamation of past and present in her mind. she cried silently with the sorrow in her heart and she smiled with the happiness of being with him. they lost the track of time and place...just nothing could stop them or their passion. Their longing and love and lust of each other clashed violently, making him the happiest person on earth while making her stoop in her own eyes for whatever she did and was going to do now!

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