~MG FF~ #2 Bonded By Punishment... IMP NOTE Page 52[31st Jan'15] - Page 15

Chapter 13

Geet wanted to bang her head, and spoke ever so slowly as if speaking to a child "I am not having sex with you Maan...regardless of the bond... No love no sex, my policy" She glared at him defiantly. Somehow she was sure, he wouldn't force her. She trusted him, in however unconventional way it might be.

"Oh come on cutie, just drop your panti- I mean pants and I will fall in love with you thrice" Maan bit his lip hard, to control his laughter... Lord, she was so easily riled up.

"You jerk-face.." She cussed throwing her pillow at his head, which he ducked away effectively, with that idiotic obnoxious smirk of his. That inexcusable, undecipherable, improbate, bas***d...Grrr, she muttered angrily.

"God it is so tease you cutie, I don't even need cupid's love potions to make you flush red" Maan winked, laughing hard, crawling down to her bed. "Wh-what?... Never mind don't take his name even" She screeched, her cheeks flushing red hotly. Angrily, she laid on the bed without the pillow ignoring Maan.

"Hey don't forget, you landed us in the mess first...Geet, now don't be rude with the victim" He spoke sternly, with a playful glare at her ...which unfortunately landed on her back. Geet gulped guiltily, it is her fault...she chided herself. Maan was right, how could she be rude with him...he was not at fault and still he was punished here, made to give up is lifestyle for the...bond.

But then his shameless comments make her so angry...grr he does it knowingly. She doesn't get it, though ...what kind of entertainment he gets while getting a rise out of her...and making her blush red to her roots. Speaking of red...

"And ..." She snapped back, getting up and whirling around to face Maan...only to find just inches away from his parted lips and saucer like wide eyes. Her finger pointed at him sharply as he stared at her, bit taken aback at her snapping. It was just a silly harmless joke, come on...

"I was - I am saying this for the millionth time- not blushing" She barked at his face, scrunching her red nose.

"You were" He spoke reverting back to his arrogant know-it-all' smirk. Geet groaned with frustration, he wouldn't let her sleep...would he?

"I was angry red, not blushing red.." she humphed angrily, I hope... "Nuh uh, you are stealing your eyes, Liar cutie" He playfully narrowed his eyes at her. She glared at him, looking at his eyes now directly. Please don't let him see anything else, I want my sleep... She moaned in her head, "I am not" She spoke shortly.

He leaned towards her, his eyes slipping from her eyes to her lips back to her eyes, "Cutie..." He paused, giving her enough time to back off. She didn't.

Biting her quivering lip, "Maan...let me sleep please" She whispered in a trance. His smiling lips downturned into a frown at her hesitance.

"Okay sleep then..." He said coolly, all vestiges of emotions slipping out of his eyes and face. He was sure he could feel her leaning in, still hesitant. He couldn't understand her, it wasn't like he would hurt or eat her or something, why was she so hesitant...and unsure.

He went back to bed, sitting down on the bed frowning, arms crossed across his chest like a spoiled child who didn't get his favourite chocolate. It was just a simple kiss, he knew she wanted it too...why wouldn't she kiss him? Hmmpphhh, prude Cutie

She could feel his glare on her back, as she laid back on the pillow less bed. It wouldn't be just a simple guess, if she had given in to the instinctual kiss...it would have been like signing in for a life full of hurt and heartache. He wasn't the tied down type of guy. They would have had entered into a lifeless and nameless relationship where he would have had the liberty to kiss her and something more...without any restrictions on him.

"Sleep tight" Maan growled, throwing her pillow back at her. It landed on her back, and she let out a small oomph'. She whipped back, glaring at him, "Thank you" She spat, equally angry and forced herself to sleep. Few minutes of his glare on her back and her cursing him, she slowly flew back to dreamland, her eyes fluttering shut.

Maan peeked at her, "Sleepy head". He grumbled under his breath.

She could have sworn, she could feel two hands grabbing at her waist and knee, and carrying her somewhere...but she was too much in sleep to comprehend.

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"Mmm hmm" She moaned, such a delicious feeling in the lower pit of her stomach...something warm around her waist and in between her legs as she slept side-ways. She could feel someone pulling her back, a delicious heat engulfing her as she curved her body fitting in. The warm body beside her groaning, as she grinded slowly...the delicious tingles making her face hot. But...

A warm body...

Hand around her waist...

A manly leg between her legs...

Maan spooning her from back...

Oh my God... Startled, she tried to get up with a jump-start, but to her dismay his lips fluttered close to her lips...tiny pecks on her lips, slowly, warmly...sensuously. Her protest dieing away slowly, as her lips lifted up meeting his in an explosion, their surroundings fading...

"Umm" Maan groaned, refusing to let those sweet...honey suckle sweet lips...refusing to let them go as Geet turned breathless with continuous pecking and kissing, she subtly pushed him back as he groaned and rolled away taking her along with him, her forehead leaning on his. His hand around her waist in a vice grip, as the reality sunk. Geet realizing what they did, what she had tried to avoid last night...what she feared, giving in to the temptation...of this boiling inferno between them. She pressed her hands on his bare chest, pushing him off, but he didn't budge rather smiling idiotically.

"Let..." A sharp sensation of something poking at her thigh, stopped her short... A shiver ran down her spine, a mixture of emotions running rampant in her mind. Mostly two emotions, quite distinct.

Apprehension, for this...unknown sensation...fear for the unknown and unexperienced. Its smooth hardness against her thigh...catching her off-guard. Something new, something unusual...something unknown...Something lustful. It gave off quite a scary feeling to her mind.

On the other hand, excitement, the hot delicious feeling in the triangular junction of her thighs, between her legs...the slow unfurling heat arising out of her ...searching for its other half fitting piece...a sense of completeness at the slow grazing touch of his hardness. The feeling quite exquisite, a plain jane like her arousing the attractive hunk beneath...the feeling...the fluttering in her heart and stomach, surprising her and yet making her crave...to fit with him, to let him sink in her...to let him fill her. It was unknown...dreamy.

"Stay there, please" Maan spoke gruffly, trying to calm himself down... Oh for f**k's sake he was so aroused in early morning just at her innocent rubbing, why couldn't he stop... he shouldn't have kissed her like that. What was wrong with him... He kissed her willingly, he knew that...there was no force from the bond, he was damn sure. Yet knowing how intimate the bond could make them, he just couldn't help it...the bond...It was just a gateway, to channelize these unknown emotions he felt for his sweet sexy nerdy cutie. Well, alright he can admit this- he has got the hots for his cutie...and he can't even confess that... she would think it was the bond making him do so, damn him. Why couldn't he have admitted it before the accident?

"Let go, Maan" Geet said sternly. His rough voice, had shook her entire being, her nose scrunched up now with thinly veiled disgust at his arousal and the way she herself rubbed on him like a sex craving kitten. What was wrong with her?

Well it seemed to have the exact opposite effect, as she realized how wrong her words sounded. His manhood poking even more as a sheen of sweat covered his forehead as he let go.

"Oh my God" She screeched and sprang back, staring wildly at the slightly wet boxers he wore now. God, what was he thinking sleeping with her like that... It was so-oo intimate, unlike them.

Oh how can he even explain, it was contentful...all chocolaty delicacies mixed altogether when he heard her sweet sultry voice to let go. Ecstasy gushed through his heart, stomach and a certain part of his anatomy, as he obeyed her and let go. It was beautiful, just being like this with her, the closeness, the intimacy...this intense heat and the connection between them. It made him happy, real happy. This...he could get used to this feeling, it felt so-oo good... She made him feel that, and he didn't want to let go of this, of her. A certain feeling of finality atoned his heart, tugged at his brain and settled at his abdomen. She gawked at him, more at his crotch as Maan rose uncomfortable looking at all the places except her.

"The bond" He spoke with a quivering voice, quite exhausted from his release before...and lying through his teeth. Well, she seemed to accept it ...so he was safe, at least for now. As Maan stood up, getting her towel from her bag she ran with all her might to the bathroom. The door closing with a bang.

Maan cringed, damn why was he so horny? He could already visualize, Geet cursing herself...chiding for letting her guard down...being so free with him, for letting him touch her. The torture she was going to put them through- by wanting to avoid him like plague yet the pain they would face at the distance. He could already feel the simmering pain, at the little distance between him and the bathroom. He slowly walked towards the bathroom, leaning on the door...waiting for what he didn't know. He just didn't want her to feel the pain from the bond...

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Maan almost fell back as the door opened, Geet gasped immediately hid behind the door. For God's sake she was just in a towel!

She couldn't help but snap, "What are you doing here?" Maan gulped nervously, a sad smile appearing "I felt pain"

It was enough for her to understand. The bond...how could she have been so selfish, she just couldn't be selfish so that her feelings would be sheltered. Maan was equally attached, she had to think about the pain she was going to put him in, if she avoided him. Damn, why was life so complicated?

"You need to go, I want to change my clothes" Geet whispered, uncomfortable at his silence. Maan shook his head, as if Geet could see him. Silly him. "You know I can't Geet, you will feel pain" He spoke seriously. Yes he did care about her amidst all the light banter they seemed to have.

"Hmm" Geet said neither agreeing, nor disagreeing. Maan cleared his throat, "Let me get them for you" He said, pulling her bag close...rummaging through them.

Geet wanted to protest, it was against all the principle and rules she was taught...as a girl...as an unmarried woman, but she let him. The pain would cause more distress than the breaking of rules...

Maan was sad, everything was so happy between them last night...so joyful and cheerful and he lost it all with his horny self. Oh curse these f**king hormones! He knew Geet was sad, he could feel it in waves...the silence stretching between them was...too much for him. He was a happy go lucky guy, any seriousness was supposed to make him barf...yet he had to make her happy...cheer her up, for the sake of his own sanity.

"Geet..." He called with all sincerity.

"Hmm.." Geet replied after what seemed like ages to Maan. She had to ignore her feelings, if that could save him the pain. No more selfishness Geet, yes...

"What colour?" Maan spoke, biting his lip. Oh yes he was going to get an earful alright. But he gave a damn, he needed his happy ranting Cutie back!

"Colour?" Geet asked equally confused. What was he going on about, he could just give her any clothes. "Any colour-" Geet stated, but was interrupted, skilfully of course by Maan..

"Colour of your underwear Cutie..." He chuckled, "I demand you tell me..." He bit his lip, to control his laughed.

A mug flied out hitting him on his head, "Why you insufferable pig..." She screeched and screamed, daring him not to touch them. He didn't touch them, although he might have taken a peak at them and he might have pictured her in them and he might have imagined to take them off, off her... Okay alright he was a pig...

He threw her clothes back at her, laughing loudly as she huffed and pouted. It was so invasion of her privacy, how could he? That perv! She was so getting back at him for that! Yes...

A prank on the prankster.

Maan Singh Khurana, you better watch your back, Geet muttered.

Why does Maan Singh Khurana's project file focus on types of underwear a man should wear?