Her Maidenhood- A Historical Fiction
"Your grace, Lady Geet has arrived. She is waiting upon you in the courtyard" His butler informed him of the waiting lady he had been pining for so long. He would extract his debt with interest now, Maan rubbing his hands gleefully.
Maan waved his hand at the butler dismissing him. Her father had taken a loan of five thousand grands from him and then just ran away with his family. Since then he had been on search to find the darned family and take back his hard-earned money. He had started his revenge, finally after finding them residing in the outskirts of London in a much secluded area, away from the prying eyes of the gossiping ton. He smirked to himself, he had sent hooligans to threaten them for giving back his money...spreading gossip around the ton the elder lady handa being a light-skirt. He had heard that the elder daughter was very generous and polite, hence the gossip spread like fire in the ton. It had been quite disgraceful for the scoundrel and his family to lead a peaceful, respectful life. The daughters of the viscount Handa being tormented by the gossip-monger of the town, Samaira and her minions. Samaira has been quite enough in satisfying his huge sexual appetite. Foolish girl' he thought. She compromised her reputation in the hopes of being his duchess, and wife of Duke Maan Singh Khurana. His wife wouldn't be a gossip monger, least of all a light-skirt. He walked out of his elegantly arranged room which just spoke of his wealth and arrogance.
Apart from the father, he had never met the rest of the family...he wondered as he stared at the back of the small curvaceous body rumoured to be belonging to the very generous Lady Geet Handa. His loins tightened in pure unadulterated lust, rendering him speechless for a moment. The blue satin gown snuggling to her delicious curves gave him a preview of what could be underneath. He cocked his head to peak at any bare part of her body, to find any flaw but to no avail. She was dressed very conservatively, a genuine smile appearing on his face.
As if she could sense the burning gaze of the cruel duke, she turned around narrowing her eyes at the obnoxious, arrogant swine. He was making her family suffer so much, even her father who was so respected in the town was looked down upon now; her eyes flashed angrily at the crude smile and his icy blue, glacial cold eyes.
Duke Maan was awestruck at her natural beauty, her doe-shaped eyes, long lashes, her perfect hips especially made for child-bearing...she was nothing like what he imagined the daughter of that imposter to be.
"Good evening milady" Etiquettes demanded the duke to at least stick to his manners to greet the lady. He slowly slid her small palm in his large calloused one, bringing them to his lips and kissing her gloved hand.
"Good evening, your grace..."Geet greeted the man before her, who surprisingly was exhibiting manners like a gentleman. She was shocked at the delicious tingles that passed through her body when his lips touched her hand. She immediately withdrew her hand, apprehensively.
All of the times, it was her father grovelling at his feet for mercy. "So now your father sent you to grovel...that too unchaperoned, what a family!" He mocked haughtily. He was surprised the viscount sent his daughter to do so...he seemed very prideful to the duke the last time he met him.
"My father is not informed of my endeavours, your grace" Geet bit out, gritting her teeth. That bloody pig was an arrogant, cruel, obnoxious man undeserving of the duke title. "Pray inform me of your reason of arrival, my lady?" He quirked an eyebrow in her direction. He swiftly walked to the nearby table grabbing the whisky bottle, dripping the liquid into two glasses. "Have a drink with me, milady?" He smirked in her direction seemingly aware of his sexual appeal to the ladies.
Geet gawked at his sexy side profile, his pointed nose, long cheek bones, icy blue eyes and delectable lips, chiselled jaw...his sturdy chest and his thigh muscles bunching as he gracefully walked up to the table. How would it feel to wrap her legs around those sexy hips and beneath him-her eyes widened at her wayward thoughts.
Her eyelashes fluttered wildly at his suggestive gesture, "No thank you, your grace, I am here to request you..."
"Have the drink with me first" He bit out arrogantly, thrusting the glass in her hand; glaring at her. Her innocent features were distracting...very, very distracting. He needed a drink, a strong one to replace the one thing who has intoxicated him since the last fifteen minutes that he couldn't help but imagine her long lean legs wrapped around him, her rosy lips inviting to be devoured and him pounding in her...
God... His arousal was straining hard against his pants, seeking its release from the innocent temptress, the maiden was going to be the death of him! He must turn away, for pete's sake he was taking revenge on her family...yet.. He needed something, something stronger than a drink...yes a talk, something to remind him of the debt, her scoundrel of a runaway father... It was now enough to turn him hard and cold, though literally he was already hard!
Geet stared at his weird behaviour wildly. When he had arrived in the town, her father had warned her about the duke...how bent he was upon extracting his debt. However, she heeded no attention to his warning, venturing to the town every evening in the pretense of visiting a "supposed lord" who had started courting her.. Instead she took her chaperone into confidence, a mid-age lady to relax in the park as she hid in the bushes nearby the park, watching how he helped his workers- getting himself involved in the developments and better modifications of the park. The park was pretty damaged and trashed up unsuitable for the Senior Duke of the town to take a walk or for the dear love- couples of the town. Hence the visiting duke, as requested by the Senior Duke took it upon himself to mend the park. He was so gentle with his workers even children who were straying to the area, so patient with the nagging duchess who kept on arriving in every one hour to enquire about the progress, that she couldn't help but imagine how their meeting could have been under different circumstances. Would he have been rough and brash like he was now or soft and gentle, suave like he was with the other ladies of the town?
He had been in the town for a month, counting from the day she saw him- she had ventured to the town in search of a gown; since her banquet was being organised in a month by the generous Senior Duke. Much to her delight, she collided with this Adonis of a man who was escorting, much to her disgust, the light-skirt of the town- Lady Samaira. She had been awestruck for a moment, till Samaira deliberately shoved her away while the duke wasn't paying attention; Geet lowered her eyes and before the duke could catch a glance she had scurried away. She couldn't help since then but find a secret place to admire him till she could. After all she knew, he was far from her reach- that much she was sure from seeing the grandeur of his carriage which was present outside the gown shop that she went to buy from. Within the less amount of time, precisely a month, she had grown to admire him for his controlled authority, cared for him for his tenderness towards the elder people and loved him for his gentlemanly attitude. All in all he was the perfect dream gentleman she dreamt to be her lord, her husband. She was utterly and irrevocably in love with the man. That was until he caught her father, Viscount Handa. Her father was very much respected in the town- not only for his helping nature but also for managing the financial accounts when the Senior Duke was draining out of it due to improper management. Viscount Handa knew what it felt to be helpless, he had felt it- when the Duke of the previous town, Maan Singh Khurana had been relentless to get his debt and Viscount Handa had no way to repay it; he had to flee. When they arrived here in Cranford, he was welcomed with no inkling of past leaked out and steadily their status improved. Viscount Handa afraid of seeking the enraged duke-who he was sure must be with his betrayal, didn't repay the duke and then- he found them.
When the duke's hooligans threatened her father, and created a ruckus attracting the people and getting to know about his betrayal, people started looking down upon his family; yet it didn't far so most of the town didn't know yet. But all thanks to the gossip monger of the ton- Samaira, rumour was that Lady Geet was compromised by some rake and many more, hence labelled as light-skirt from there on. People started being rude to her, her family- mostly her father. She cared not about her own reputation, she never did; it was her family she was worried about. Her sister, Sneha who was of fourteen summers now and clueless about the situation; her mother who listened too much to the gossip ladies than to console her daughter and her father who prided in his righteousness was now looked down upon. Day by day, people started being very crude to her- sometimes she wondered how could she fall in love with this man, the cocky bas***d who refused to take back the repayment when her father offered now in exchange to stop the rumours, even after numerous visits or grovelling and increasing the money which he refused to acknowledge, yet obtained some sort of sadistic pleasure of humiliating her in the ton. Her being twenty-one summers now with no offers for marriage, she was very much ridiculed in the ton; she had to stop it and hence she was here to visit the duke and request to stop all this.
So lost she was in her thoughts that she didn't hear the footsteps of the approaching duke. Her string of thoughts were broken with the sliding of his forefinger along her chin closing her open jaw, he leaned in ...his breath slightly smelling of the alcohol he took and mostly the overwhelming cologne which rendered her speechless.
"Are you inviting me in, milady?" He asked, his voice sinfully seductive. She thought he didn't notice her in the shop, but he did. He was very much aware of her and taken aback by her natural innocence. Obviously he knew she was a maiden, the rumour idea being suggested by Samaira- and he merely approved it. Now he regretted, her pure face which always like a blossoming flower- was so much gloomy, her eye bags showing her distress and her hunched shoulders showing how much tired she was! Indeed it was a mistake, he couldn't bear the lady in distress; it was so much against the aura that always surrounded him in her presence. Yes he was aware every time, she admired him, in the park- it was like his own time of personal moments, it delighted him. Yet he couldn't approach her- he was there for revenge not for dallying up and courting any lady. And when he found out who she was, he was stumped, enraged he gave the order to the goons and then Samaira- how could he admire the lady who belonged to that man! How could he give his heart to her, it was outrageous; yet he couldn't help but think whether she was betrothed or married, courted or not, whether she was alright; in spite of the rumours he allowed to spread. He simply allowed his men to stalk her and ensure her safety with her maidenhood very much intact. He didn't know what to do now...what to do with his infinite love for her, and now that she visited him which he was certain of; the thought plagued him- what if he could be the one to have her maidenhood, to allow himself the privilege to be the bearer of her inner secrets, to have a taste of her delectable body and so on...
"I beg your pardon, your grace, I request you to stop these rumours... It distresses my family and even affects my young sister and mother who had no part in the crime my father committed" She requested avoiding looking into his eyes; lest he saw the defiance in her eyes, she wanted to appear submissive so that he would quit the vengeance.
She didn't include herself, does she not care for herself? He thought worriedly, the lady was an enigma for him; a mystery he wanted to unravel, that too pretty fast.
"Hmm, why should I grant you your request, milady, after all you have nothing to offer me.." He mocked. Again, how could she fall in love with this...completely arrogant man?
"I... your grace" She fumbled, it was true she had nothing to offer.
"Wait you do, milady.." He smiled at her, knowingly trying to keep up being the pretense of the obnoxious rake. His hidden intentions terrified her, he wouldn't ...or would he?
"I lost my maidenhood when I was nineteen summers, your grace" She lied, gritting her teeth. He smirked in her direction. She is such a terrible liar.
"Yes I would like to ravish you... two days after the 'morrow" He demanded. Geet gasped fearing the worst, "You would compromise me, your grace...it will cost you your reputation if we were caught..." She screeched infuriatingly.
"Not if any one finds out..." He winked at her tugging at the hair bun in the base of her head. Her hair tresses fell apart as he buried his head in her dark mass flowing to her waist. His hands circled her waist, "Hmmm so enticing..." Fingering the thin gown which snugly covered her body, her petite bodice clearly visible to any man that had eyes...now that thought infuriated him very, very much. How dare other men look at her...he would scratch their eyes out for looking at his lady so disrespectfully, did he just say his lady? He must have her, soon...or he would go crazy.
"You wouldn't tell your father, because then he would demand marriage..." He sucked her neck, "and I would have no choice but to fight the duel...and you know who would win, and who would die... surely you wouldn't want your father dying?" He lured her, detaching himself from her tempting form and flexing his biceps at her. She gulped in terror of the thought, "If I...do that, you would stop pursuing my family..." She asked hesitantly, unsure and scared. Was she really willing to sacrifice her maidenhood to this man, who didn't know her existence till now?
"Yes...I give you my word..." The offer was much more tempting, and seducing than the revenge.
"I can't... I have my banquet two days after morrow... I still would want to marry the man I love, your grace...I..I just can't give myself and deny myself the chance of a happy life, my father would be very upset" She spoke, heavily losing her stand.
Maan turned serious, icy and cold, "It is your decision milady, of course, who would offer for you by the way, the rumoured light-skirt', the way I see it...you must arrive before evening at the lake nearby the park... I assure you our rendezvous would be very much private, come and be ready with the decision there... I will be waiting upon you, the next three days, but don't test my patience milady?" He knew she was going to come, the lady loved her family just too much...
"Th-thank you for escorting me outside, your grace" Manners still intact in both, he held her hand and showed her the way out, sliding her soft hand in his calloused ones. He pressed his lips, his eyes much hooded indicating his desire. He helped her into the carriage and she left.
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The first day, she thought he left the town as she ventured there and he wasn't present in the park. Moreover no goons or incessant gossip mongers invading her bubble. Although she missed him, she was glad he left. So she didn't arrive at the lake...
How wrong she was! The goons were present the very next day breaking her favourite glass vase and a portrait of her father, she made on glass. She was in dilemma very, very much worried. Should she...?
The next day, her nerves seemed to get the better of her, as she fidgeted in her beautiful purple gown that snugly covered her body standing in the midst of her own banquet. Every man, lord or viscount, would ask her hand for a dance then leave. It was humiliating enough, that he was right.
Evening was approaching very fast, scaring her wits, jittering her nerves...as she hastened herself into making the decision.
"May I have the lady for a dance?" He seemed good enough, handsome, but very less than Duke Maan though. She couldn't help but compare as she gave her hand in his, leading herself to the dance. He held her close, much intimately, and too close for her liking, icy cold glacial eyes following her petite form from afar as she danced with that crude of a man.
"You are very beautiful milady" He said turning her back to his front, his arousal pressing against her backside.
"Thank you my lord" She blushed awkwardly, he was coming on too fast, she tried remembering his name... Lord Rohit Kapoor.. yes he was the one.
"I would like to court you, please allow me, Lady Geet" He said his eyes appearing sincere, as he lowered his lips to hers. Maan was enraged how dare she go frolicking around with another male, she was for him to take... His jealous heart ranted.
The look Rohit gave her, she knew he was a rake! She wouldn't marry him! Never...
Before she could answer and he kiss her, her mother appeared "Really? She would love to...isn't it darling?" She asked Geet, staring at her lovingly as she nodded. Finally her daughter would be in safe hands and not be insulted in the town. Geet nodded at her fearfully, finally meeting his blood shot angry eyes, there was no trace of the gentleness she was accustomed to see in him when he was with other ladies or the ice cold glacial eyes she was familiar with when he was in her presence. She watched him storm out of the hall, as her father, her sister, the duke and duchess and her mother huddled Lord Rohit greeting him and approving of him. Swiftly she slipped out of the crowd undiscovered and followed the enraged duke.
Holding her heavy gown in her fists to avoid the stumbling, she followed him to the lake. As soon he turned around, she stumbled falling into his arms. He pulled her up as his eyes softened at her petrified eyes, "Fear not milady, I am here.." She was here now, for him, that made him happy, very very happy.
"Yes..." That was the decision she made and he knew she would. " I am ready, your grace" She looked around, ensuring whether they had enough privacy to their meeting. After being assured, as Maan looked on with amused eyes, she turned around, sliding her fingers through the strings and unzipping her pretty purple gown that fell down to her feet pooling around. Only the white bodice and drawers covered her milky-white body.
"Allow me, Geet..." He whispered huskily as Geet let out a sigh, her decision was majorly affected by her love for him. She knew her parents now would make her marry the rake whether she wanted or not, the light-skirt rumour made her a burden on them. The thought pained her...
His swift fingers deftly uncovered her leaving her bare body to be appreciated by his hooded eyes. He appreciated her wild hair tugged out of the primed and tightly knit bun into long tresses that fell till her waist, courtesy his awesome and skilled fingers. He looked at her longingly, waiting for a moment to memorize her and then devour her. He eyed her for some more time and then, stepped away for stripping out of his own expensive suit. He was just as bare as she was!
He encircled her waist pulling her so so close, that she could feel him grinding against her, softly and seductively. "Maan..." She moaned unconsciously, she wasn't supposed to call him by his name. Maan was stunned, her voice was so filled with passion...and an emotion he was much familiar with, love. He stepped back a bit to compose his overflowing emotions, "I beg your pardon, your grace...I shouldn't have said that..." She apologized as she realized her mistake but was cut off by his lips clamping down on hers as he crushed her close to his chest. Her hands secretly marvelled at his sexy abs and chiselled chest. His lips descended down her lips to her chin, gently sucking at her neck and licked at her pebbled right nipple, rubbing and tweaking the left one, depriving it of his attention as he sucked at the right nipple. Alternately he turned his attention to the other twin, as Geet gasped in response to his sweet torture. His hands slipped to her hips pulling her closer if it was possible, "You are so...innocent...so beautiful, darling..." He whispered expressing his love and desire for her as discreetly as possible.
Previously, he did try satisfying himself with the light-skirt to remove the memory of the enticing lady in his arms, but he just couldn't...his frustration to get satisfaction seemed as eagerness to Samaira... Yet all he could think even after the hard core sex, was the beautiful and innocent Geet, his sweet little one.
Geet couldn't help but get lost in his desire...his compassion, she responded, to each thrust of his tongue. He invaded her maidenhead, slowly letting her adjust, she was so tight yet fitting him rightly and perfectly; he was very very much aware of her being a maiden, "Liar..." He whispered on her lips confusing her, as he thrust himself inside her all the way in...
"Maa... My lord..." She whispered exhausted lying upon his chest, his hands closing around her waist.
"Call me Maan, little one.." He admonished her, flipping her around on the bed of leaves, kissing her into submission.
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He made love two times to her upon the bed of leaves and then again inside the lake, washing her delicious body with slow and deliberate strokes leaving her in an unsettled mess.
"It is my time to leave, love..." She whispered unaware he wasn't aware of her love for him. Maan stumbled backing away for a bit, dressed up; his eyes turning cold his body rigid, as he couldn't help but glare at her body but want to take her again and again in his bed every day and every night. He stormed out. Without a word.
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