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~PART 30~
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Geet woke up early in the morning and stretched. Her eyes came down to rest on her hubby who now was sleeping peacefully. She kissed his forehead and tucked the sheets around him. If she could she would keep staring at him all day long.
When Maan's eyes opened, Geet was the first thing that came into his mind and he searched for her. He stood up to go look where she was but then sagged back on the bed. How would he explain last night? What he would tell when she would question him about the demons of his past?
Geet came out of the bathroom, almost glowing, and he more than noticed that she was just in a robe. *Good morning.* She signed and opened the bun behind her head. Wet locks fell down and she towel dried them making beads of water spray all over including his face. This was best face wash he would ever get after waking up, he thought as he gaped at her openly. Her face flushed red when she found him ogling; his gaze tickled her almost physically. *Maine breakfast order kar dia hai, aap jaldi se naha lijiye.* She said and he walked towards bathroom. Maan? He turned around. Like a whirlwind she came pecked his cheek and flew away with a big naughty grin.
Inside the bathroom, her night dress lay on the counter. She had just taken bath in this same bathroom. He couldn't help himself imagining her naked body in the shower, those long hairs stuck to her skin and her curves drenched in water.
Maan touched his cheek looking in the mirror and a smiled played on his lips. He felt wonderful despite what had happened last night. It felt like a little load was off his shoulder and she didn't even question him about anything. Maybe if he told her- no, she would hate him. Someday she will hate you Maan no matter what. You are just stalling. You had promised to tell her when the right time came. Yes, he had. But then he didn't know that the right time would come so soon and telling her would be so tough. She might forgive you. At that thought he chuckled. Who was he kidding? A girl could never forgive a person who did what he had done. And how would he forgive himself?
Then you should not tell her. She doesn't need to know. God, that felt so selfish his gut clenched for just thinking. It would be impossible living with the guilt and burden all his life. Every time she stared into his eyes he would realize that he was betraying her. It was already unbearable n if he let his desire for her to rule his conscience he would suffer a hell lot more and she wouldn't be happy too living with a skeleton.
Maan silently ate while Geet signed constantly telling him anything and everything about her college and friends and whatever came in her mind. It relaxed his nerves and with a raw ache in heart, he realized he would miss it, miss her. *When are leaving?*
We'll be leaving tomorrow. I have a little work at the site today. I hope you have no problem?
*Nai. Mujhe kya problem hogi?* She shrugged and then stared at him with big-big eyes.
What?
*Aap kitne baje aayenge?*
Not sure. Kyu?
*Agar aapka kaam jaldi khatam ho jaye toh hum kahi ghumne jaa sakte hai, haina?*
Her idea was so damn good to pass that he instantly said. Do you want to go play golf?
*Golf? Aapko khelna aata hai?*
Of course. He said proudly.
*Okay.* Geet grinned too happy that they were going out.
I'll be back around 1 and if the weather is good, we'll go.
She nodded her agreement.
*Mai bahut thak gai hu.* Geet signed flopping on the couch. Maan did the same. Me too.
*It was so fun. Aapko toh bilkul khelna nai aata.* She laughed.
Their day was fab. After getting changed into the golf uniform in the changing rooms, they had come outside to the open fields to play. The weather was nice with perfect amount of sunlight shinning over them and a slight wind blowing. What wasn't perfect were Maan's playing skills. And every time he missed a hole Geet didn't miss the chance to mock him. He played fine, his ball went in right direction, just never went inside the hole. It was nothing like the way he said of course' so smugly when she had asked him if he could play.
Maan sulked. It just wasn't my day.
She looked at him with a funny expression.
It was your fault? He said and Geet raised a brow. You were distracting me and the stunt that you pulled... He trailed off glaring at her and sulking, altogether.
That made her grimace. When he was playing she had decided to trouble him a little. Running far off she had hid behind a tree. But it had been a bad idea because he had gone mad. Searching her all around like she would never come back. She had actually gotten scared seeing his expressions and come out. Maan had instantly taken her in a bone crushing hug and gave her a good scolding that still rang in her ears.
*I was joking.*
Don't do that again.
*I won't.* She combed the hairs back that had fallen over his forehead and Maan sighed, leaning into her touch. His eyes stared at her with so many hidden emotions. He was ecstatic; his stomach flipped each time he thought back to how awesome his day had gone, from the game to their late afternoon lunch in the restaurant of the golf course and ice cream after that. It had started to rain when they were driving back ending their day out on just the right note.
*Why can't you always be like this?* Geet asked inwardly.
His phone rang and Maan went to balcony while taking the call. *Now the phone call will go on for minimum half n hour.* She had banned his phone in the golf course so now he would talk to his heart's content. *Babaji inki shadi na phone se hi honi chahiye thi.* She cribbed.
Coming into her bedroom, Geet took out the lingerie. *Hum yaha ek din aur ruke hai. Yeh kya koi sign hai, babaji?* She looked down at the cloth in her hand and strangely didn't feel that scared. It was just Maan, her Maan. She was his then why was she afraid. *Wo bhi toh kapde utarenge na, mai akele thode hongi. Waise bhi unhe kapde utarne ka bahut shauk hai.* She hit her head blushing at the idiotic thoughts.
The giddy feeling wouldn't leave her stomach as she changed then checked herself in the mirror. Oh god, oh god. She closed her eyes with her hands and didn't dare peek again. It was too small, her breasts were spilling out and whole of her legs were bare, the sides of her waist were bare too and whatever was covered was covered by a sheer, net fabric ready to give away. She couldn't do it. *Nai Geet tu kar sakti hai. Zayada se zayada kya hoga wo pet pakad k hasne lagenge. Tu unki hasi se khush ho jana.* With that she wrapped the robe around herself n fastened the knot.
*Kiska call tha?* She asked coming out of the room and Maan wondered if she had taken bath again as she was again in a robe.
Dia... some official matter was there. Tumhe bhuk lagi hai? Geet nodded. Okay, tum dinner order karo. I will set the plates in balcony, we'll eat there.
She did as told but with a million butterflies in her stomach how would she eat. The weather was so cool and she understood why Maan had wanted to eat out here in the balcony. Still, she couldn't eat. Tum kha kyu nai rai? She smiled faintly n shook her head. *Mai kha toh rai hu.* Accha? To show she started to eat but mostly played with her food. After getting done, he helped her in cleaning the table and later came back out in the huge balcony to lounge. She settled in the empty seat beside him, he was deep in thought thinking don't know what. She wanted his attention on her.
Maan...
Hmm. He said not looking at her and staring blankly at the sky.
She stood up n came in front of him. *I have to show you something.* Wha- She dropped the robe cutting him off. His eyes got as big as they could get. Resisting the supreme urge to cover herself she waited for his reaction. What the hell are you wearing? He had always thought she was innocent but this. And damn his words didn't come out like they should have rather they sounded like a breathless gasp.
Despite his words, her confidence hiked up. Because his breathing was fast and there was an instant swell in his pants. All flushed, she slowly sat on his lap and kissed him. This was her last chance, if he rejected her now she wouldn't be able to muster this courage ever again. Maan held her hands and she panicked thinking he was going to push her. He didn't. He just held her tighter and tighter, eventually pulling her into him and kissing her back; which was good because she wouldn't have lasted long in this alone. In a heartbeat his kisses became hungry, fervent, his hands roamed over her body finding bare skin and feeling it up, pressing her form closer to his hard one.
Reclining the chair back more he cupped her head titling her face to kiss her deeper. Why did you wear this? He asked making her sit straight and staring at her with his piercing gaze. *Aapko... seduce karne k lie.* She told way too honestly. And why would you do that? *Because I want you and I want you to want me.* He cupped her breasts and started to kiss her neck, she titled her head back to give him more space. I have always wanted you. That made heat rise and pool low in her stomach. She squirmed uncomfortably and Maan moaned pulling her back over him now biting the plump globes that were spilling out. Her nails bit into his shoulders. Not here. He muttered unable to stop but somehow picking her up and carrying her inside to the bedroom.
In throes of passion she didn't notice her actions, pulling him down on the bed with her- only aware of one thing that this was what they had wanted for so long. Now it was happening. He felt her up as much as he could and showered million kisses on her neck, cleavage and face and when that wasn't enough he tried to bare her breasts completely, and succeeded. The cloth gave away with a distant tearing sound freeing her mounts. Geet gasped biting her lip when her keen nipple was taken between his hot lips and sucked warmly. Sensations swamped her body and if she had voice in her throat the whole hotel would have been shaken up by her bellows of ecstasy.
He was quivering with need, need that had had him on the edge for days, months and years. As she lay, ready and wanting he could only picture her consuming his manhood. He felt the first drops of desire leaking and started to fumble with his shirt. She helped him out of it, their torsos met; skin to skin while he kissed her soft, dulcet mouth again n again ripping the rest of her provocative attire. He started to rub his body over her loving the sweet friction the movement created. In his own urgent necessity to kiss, nip and love her he hardly felt her legs fighting with his jeans. He opened the button and pushed the jeans down kicking them off. Her legs appreciated the action feeling his now bare limbs, toeing his calves seductively.
Maan... I love you.
Electrified he tore back nearly falling on the floor. He stood back up, all fervor, urgency gone leaving in its wake horrified silence. Geet didn't even know what had happened, one moment he loving her and next she lay naked in bed. Emptiness bleed into her, she sat up finding him standing in same room and yet miles apart. He was frantically rubbing his face with distressed hands. Tears ran down her eyes and she knew everything had ended. Somehow she just knew.
Kya kaha tumne?
That brought back the memories of the first time he had told her his name and she had behaved in a similar manner running away. Maan... She whimpered tying the sheet around herself and standing up.
No, after that. What did you say after that?
*I said nothing.*
Tumne kaha. You said you love me. Why?
*Maan, kya ho gaya hai aapko? Mai bol nai sakti... I am mute.*
Maan held his head trying to sort his mind out. He had imagined it; God couldn't punish him like this. He couldn't do this to her anymore. I did it. I raped you that night.
She felt only anger. Walking to him she slapped him then shook him so he would look at her. *Kyu?* She screamed although no words came out. She pushed him and he stumbled. *Agar aapko mujhse dur rehna hai toh itna ghinauna jhut bolne ki kya zaroorat hai. Mai pagal thi jo baar-baar sochti rahi ke aapke mann me meri lie kuch hai par nahi, mai galat thi, hamesha se... har baar. Ek baar me samjh nai aaya mujhe. Mai nai aaogi aapke paas, kabhi nai...*
He sank on his knees and started to laugh hysterically and that really scared her. Seeing him like that, the worry that had disappeared behind the momentary anger resurfaced. Settling before him she cupped his cheek. *Mujhe maaf kar dijiye, maine gusse me-* He thrust her away and she fell on her hips, back hitting the bed although her mind didn't register the sting because right now everything in her was focused on just him.
Tears trickled down her cheeks and so did his.
Don't touch me. Mujhse dur raho. Mai iss layak nahi ke tum mere paas aao. His red eyes were hauntingly determined. You think I am lying. Lying... He laughed this time sadly. I wish. Par aisa hai nai, Geet. Wo mai tha. Maine hi tumhari izzat luti thi. Yeh ghinauna jhut nai sach hai. I was that bloody bas***d. Tumhara laal dubbatta maine feka tha. Tumhe mai ghaseet ke le gaya tha. Maine tumhara muh band kia, maine- maine hi wo sab kia. Mai tumhe sab bataoga, tumhe yakeen dilaoga ke wo mai tha... wo mai tha.
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