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Finally could manage some time out of my schedule to post the next chapter. 😃 Thanks for all the lovely comments for the previous one! I am really overwhelmed that you guys still care to read this story 😊 Chapter 39: A Romantic Tie
"Maan what was that?!" Geet turned to ask while Maan zoomed through the roads.
"What was what Geet?" Maan asked calmly.
"Oh toh aapko pata nahi?" she asked folding her arms in mock anger. Maan turned to look at her and nodded innocently. "Aap na jitne innocent dikhte ho utne hai nahi. Toh please."
"Haww Geet apne pati se shaq kar rahe ho? Tsk tsk, kya zamana aa gaya Babaji," he said feigning being hurt.
"Aap mere Babaji ko beech mein mat layiye," she replied pointing her finger at him.
"Arre gussa mat kiya karo darling," he said locking his finger with hers and bringing it towards his chest while keeping his eyes glued to the road.
"Maan haath chodiye, agar log dekhenge toh kya sochenge," she said trying to wiggle her finger from his grip.
"Kaun log Geet?" he asked looking around only to see green fields everywhere.
"Maan please." Her voice lowered with shyness.
"Arre meri biwi ka haath pakadke drive karna buri baat nahi hai. Tum voh chodo, mujhe batao tum pehle kya pooch rahi thi?" He asked trying to divert her attention.
"Oh haan, why did you have to bring me like that in front of everyone?" she turned to ask with a frown.
"Main kya karta Geet, uss na layak Arjun mujhe aur koi option nahi choda," he pouted. "Agar uska bus chale toh he wouldn't have left us to drive back peacefully. Thank God Shekar uncle beech mein aagaye varna..."
Geet giggled at his cute complain. He certainly looked like a little boy denied of his favorite toys with that pout. "Maan aap bahut cute lag rahe ho. Ek dumm cutu!" she said pinching his cheek. But before she could realize what she had done, the car came to a screeching halt. She slightly jerked forward before falling back in her seat. She turned to see what had made Maan suddenly apply the brakes only to see him glaring dangerously at her. Slight fear enveloped her looking at his demeanor. She hesitantly tried to smile only for him to bring her closer to him.
"Geet tum ne kya kaha?" he asked staring into her orbs.
She gulped. "Mmmain... voh..." she stuttered shutting her eyes tightly.
"Tumne mujhe cute bola?" he asked leaning dangerously towards her. She cowered in fear trying to find the right words to appease him. "Maan Singh Khurana ko cutu bola?"
"Vvvoh... mmain... sssorry," she mumbled.
"Sorry?" Geet nodded immediately. "Nahi, sorry se kaam nahi chalega. Kiss karo mujhe!" he ordered without batting his eye.
"Haan teekhai," she agreed without realizing what he said. But before she could fulfill his wish, his words sunk in. "Kya?" she screamed horrified at his punishment.
"What kya? Tune mujhe cute bulake galti ki. Ab chalo chalo," he said puckering his lips for a kiss.
"Maan," she drawled with a shy smile and lowered her head. "Yeh sabke saamne kya badmashi?"
"Uffo Geet, yahaan ke aas paas jaanwaron bhi nahi hogein. Technically we are in the middle of nowhere so now come on get on with your punishment," he ordered before leaning towards her.
Unable to keep up with his insistance, she hugged him tightly and hid her face on his chest. "Maan aise mat keejiye na," she whined biting her lip.
Maan was surprised to see her tightly hugging him and smiled indulgently. Not wanting to embarrass her further, he loosened his grip and lifted her chin to face him. "Chalo teekhai ab iss hug se kaam chala loonga. Magar yaad rakhna in the future if you call me cute," he began with a michievous twinkle.
"Mujhe pata hai," she interrupted with a coy smile, "kab aapko cute kahoon aur kab nahi."
"Good. You are a fast learner indeed," he winked before starting the car and heading back home.
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It had been more than a month since they returned from the marriage trip. Things seemed to run smoothly between Maan and Geet. She began to understand his love and was rapidly getting used to it. Although she didn't completely acknowledge that she had fallen completely in love with him, she did let herself to be loved by him. She was tired of pushing away his love and care and decided to let destiny play its course.
Both had fallen into a perfect routine as husband and wife much to everyone's happiness at home. In spite of Daadima's protests, Geet had graciously taken up many responsibilities of the badi bahu of Khurana family. Right from cooking to cleaning Geet had ensured everything around the house went smoothly. Maan used to come back home for lunch when she didn't have any classes so both could enjoy a lunch together. Dinners were strictly family affair so everyone including Arjun made sure there were no commitments during dinner hours.
Although Maan and Geet fought worse than elementary kids, their nights weren't complete without sleeping in each other's arms. Even if both of them came to sleep on the opposite corners of the bed, by morning they would wind up in each other's arms. Initially they were embarrassed but realizing they didn't want it any other way, they began to fall asleep in each other's arms.
It was an every day scene at Khurana mansion with Maan bringing the whole house down while getting ready for office while Geet ran behind getting him the necessary things.
"Geet!" his voice reverberated throughout Khurana mansion. "Geet kahaan ho tum? I am getting late!"
Geet sighed as she heard her husband's screams from their room. She wondered what would be his excuse today to get her to leave her work. Usually it was a missing file she would have stacked away in his drawer or the missing button in one of his shirts she picked for him. She could swear all the buttons were there when she laid it on the bed while he was in the bathroom. But magically one would disappear after she left the room to get his breakfast ready. And who could fight Maan Singh Khurana especially when he had those cute boyish pouts showing the broken button in hand.
She walked into their room while wiping her hands on the apron. "Ab kya hua Maan?" she asked with a slight tinge of annoyance. She was wrapped in a simple chiffon saree with abstract geaometric patterns and had tied her hair up with a clip. Running around had caused small strands of hair slip away from the clip leaving her with a disheaveled look. Pushing away the annoying strand, she came to stand in front of their room with Maan turned the other way.
"Finally tum aagayi! Itni der kyun laga di?" Maan turned to ask her with a frown on his face.
"Let me remind you Maan, aapko seva karne ke alawa mujhe aur bhi kaam hai," Geet huffed walking into the room.
"Accha?" he asked with amuse. "Koi bhi kaam apne pati seva se behtar nahi hai."
"Apni patni se seva karke aapko sharam nahi aati?" she asked shaking her head resignedly.
"Hmm kya kare? Biwi itni khoobsurat ho toh kuch na kuch excuse doondhna padta hai use kareeb lane ke liye," he said shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.
"Oh ho Mr. Patidev stop putting your galti on my khoobsurati!" she chided slapping on his chest. "Ab aap please batayiye kya chahiye aapko?"
Maan pulled out his untied tie off his neck and showed it to her with a pout. "Dekho tumhare bina yeh tie bhi meri baat nahi sunti. Isse please tie karo na," he requested pulling her into his embrace.
"Maan aap koi chote bacche ho? Don't you know how to tie a tie?" she asked shaking her head.
"Main bhool gaya, sikha do na," he sang nuzzling in her neck.
"Maan," her voice turned silky as she turned slightly to give him better access. "Koi dekhlega."
"There is a reason why I am named one of the top businessmen in Asia darling," he said looking at her with a smirk. "Look behind you," he motioned her to see that he had locked the door preventing anybody from walking in on them.
She opened her mouth in awe at his sneaky act. When had he managed to lock the door? "Aap na bahut chalak ho chuke ho," she scolded as blood rushed to her cheeks. "Hatiye." She pushed him a little away and grabbed the tie from him. He instantly wound his arms around her waist before loosening her apron.
"Maan, haat hatayiye na. How am I supposed to tie this around your neck?" she whined scrunching her brows.
"Nahi. Agar tie karni hai toh aise hi varna nahi," he said stubbornly. She knew he would only trouble her more if she didn't let it go his way. Having no other option, she began to flip his shirt's collar up before sliding the tie around it.
She crossed the two ends and was about to pull one of the ends through the loop when she felt her apron slide down. She was surprised to see it had been untied and was about to pull it back up when she felt him stop her.
"Jaane do na, apron se kya kaam abhi?" he said causally.
Maan smirked at his victory watching her knotting the tie with all her concentration and pulled her closer. He slid his hands slowly around her bare waist making her gasp.
"Maan... yyeeh aap... kkya," she managed to whisper as his nimble fingers began to tease her skin. Pushing away the flimsy material of the saree he ran his index finger slightly above her navel before circling it. She hissed in pleasure as his fingers played tantalizing game.
"Geet aaj raat mere saath date per chalogi?" He pinched her navel simultaneously, not allowing her to think
"Aah!" she moaned loudly, throwing her head back.
"Good! I'll see you tonight!" he exclaimed excited before turning to leave the room.
His sudden withdrawal brought her back to this world. "Kya?" she spoke blinking her eyes.
"Oh nothing darling, you just agreed to go on a date with me," he replied casually getting his wallet and files. "Late mat hona. I'll pick you up by 7 PM." He pecked her cheeks before quickly heading outside.
His words sunk in causing Geet's lips to widen in shock. "Evil kahin ka!" she muttered shaking her head and went about setting the room straight with a shy grin on her face.
I love the tie tying scene from Maaneet and used that as a base to give you some amount of romance. Hope I have done justice to it. Hit the like and let me know how you felt 😃
Edited by madhu.pmlist - 10 years ago
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