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Bonded By Punishment

Chapter 14

Maan Singh Khurana, you better watch your back, Geet muttered. He was so so infuriating...so shameless... So adorable... Crap, Geet what are you thinking?! Him of all, and adorable!! More like a selfish pig. She humped pacing around, finally dressed up in a black Being Human' Salman Khan T-shirt and blue denim jeans. Even though she had promised herself, she wouldn't change for him; still she couldn't help herself...but dress a bit modern- Maan was all talking and no action, he wouldn't say anything but she knew he was all about image- upholding his reputation. Already she felt guilty for involving him in all of this without his fault, this was the least she could do- change her attire a bit. She didn't mind the modern dresses but it was just her parents' feelings...they preferred her in traditional dresses. Speaking of parents...shit! She had forgotten to call her mother, whom she had informed earlier about her return.

"Geet did you complete Mrs. Sinha's project?" Maan shouted out from the kitchen, pacing around holding his cell phone. Sam had called him to inform about the project, although her voice sounded off. Girls, these days! So moody... Now speaking of his girl, he waited for her reply. Maybe, if he pleaded a bit more, she would do it for him. He could almost imagine her response at his request, You scoundrel, you want to feed off of my knowledge! Lazy ass...' He chuckled to himself, rubbing his bare stomach. He should eat, hungry stomach made his brain blank, and his bare body made her uncomfortable.

"Yes sure, Maan... Give me your laptop" Geet chimed, sweetly... too sweet saccharine for his taste. Surely he heard it wrong, right? How could Geet agree without any fuss, that too for his work?

"Please I forgot to- wait what? You would do it? Are you sure?" He ranted, barging into his...er her...er their room. Geet was brushing her hair, using his comb, huh? "Why are you using my comb?" His facial expression was a mixture of pain and frustration. He was very much picky about his possessions, especially his hair. Then why couldn't he feel the same rush of anger he always felt whenever anyone touched it. Last time, he remembered, when Sam touched it, in lieu of arranging his items; he had ranted like a grizzly bear and everyone stayed away from him for two days, and still his mood wasn't better till the wedding. And here, he felt nothing. Must be the bond?

"Oh sorry, I didn't know..." Geet puckered her lips, in displeasure. How much she wanted to shout at him, for questioning her about the comb- for God's sake, it was just a bloody comb- and then for that bathroom fiasco- she hadn't forgotten that as of yet- she was getting him back for that for sure; an idea already running at full speed inside her head- and she had to remain calm to not alert him.

His narrowed eyes softened at her puppy dog expression, "Umm... eh you said you would do my assignment?" He tried to divert her attention, which unfortunately had fallen on his bare body. A deep red flush rose from his neck to his cheeks. Instead of finding it uncomfortable, he was enjoying it and so...was Geet. Twin spots of red on her cheeks, though her lashes were lowered.

"See something you like, cutie?" He teased, flexing his muscles. Geet snapped out of her trance, "Do you want that assignment completed?" She said sternly, turning around, her back to him, snapping.

"Yes, yes please Geet... I totally forgot...the accident, then this whole bond thing.. please" Maan pleaded, damn why didn't he remember, this pleading that too to such a stubborn girl like Geet so...so difficult!

"Okay, okay just turn on that wi-fi connection, and get me some breakfast ready, kay?" Geet quipped, cocking her eyebrow. His heckles rose, ego bristling; for god's sake why do people have to raise their right eyebrow...it irritated him so much; because he just couldn't raise the right one- why couldn't people raise the left one? He mused on, as Geet waved her hand in front of him.

A pinch on his right arm, "What?" Maan snapped, scowling- rubbing the bruised area.

"What are you waiting for then?" Geet bit her tongue, to stop herself from snapping back.

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She had been waiting outside his flat, for fifteen minutes, damn! What was he taking so long? He just had to prepare the breakfast, wear a god damn shirt and come out! Was he watching the presentation, she bit her lip in worry... Hopefully not, but if he did... Well then he is going to kill her, definitely! She let out a giggle, imagining his face when he realizes what the presentation contained!

"What are you giggling about, cutie?" A husky voice sounded, too close for her comfort. She shivered, not from cold though...just something starting from the base of her spine. Stepping aside, she turned around and her jaw slacked!

"What the hell are you wearing?" She scowled at him, because he was wearing the exact same shirt that she wore. Maan scowled back, he didn't notice the previous time and now it was too late to go back.

"Why are you wearing then, go change!" He snapped back, handing her the aloo paratha in aluminium foil. He had thought, may be if he couldn't confess actually that he Iiked her, he could impress with small small subtle gestures...like making her favourite aloo paratha. He had heard it from Sam. Often when they sat together, he couldn't find any subject to talk about while Sam still stuck to him- she was flashy, talking about nail polish or dresses which bored him to death. Instead, just once, he asked her about her friends and that's how he came to know about Geet's favs. Perhaps, Sam finally got the hint that he was bored with her materialistic things, and talking about friends made him interested. Well who was he fooling, it was just one spectacular and peculiar friend he was interested in.

But, what the hell, why was he asking her to change; it was endearing...both of them dressed similarly...it made them more couplish, right? Well, Yash would back away after watching them like that...he settled with the reason satisfied now, and didn't fuss much.

"But it's already late Maan... And I am the new student, it wouldn't create a good impression on the lecturers..." Geet tried to reason, although she could feel his eyes roving around her body.

Personally he much appreciated this bit modern Geet, it made her appear confident- her hair in a high pony instead of those ugly braids, fitting clothes instead of those salwar suits which seemed to drown her out although she looked sexy in them, if he might add.

"Okay, just get in the car..." Seeing her pointed look, "Yes we are going in the car..." He rolled his eyes, and as she was about to protest, "and eat... I don't want you fainting in the class, what kind of boyfriend would I seem then? I have a rep to uphold, cutie!" He winked, and ran into the compound garage.

Geet tapped her feet, unfurling the foil and her eyes sparkled. Aloo paratha... It smelled yummy. She was totally surprised, it was really good, she didn't know he cooked really well. It was really...endearing... and she felt guilty, she shouldn't have tricked him, the project! What would he think of her, then? Before she could ponder more, Maan honked the horn continuously and the flatmates peeked out of their windows, shouting at them to buzz off. Lazy bugs!

She quickly got in, folding her legs and munching on the paratha, pondering whether it was right of her to tamper his project?

Throughout the ride, she was quiet...too silent for his liking. Her thinking was always dangerous, Maan shuddered. Stopping the car right infront of the college, he asked her to throw the foil. She did, munching on the last bite. Slyly, Maan slid his hand, opening his and her seatbelt; she was still lost in her thoughts to notice his motive. Suddenly he leaned in, engulfing her lips, not giving her a chance to recover her breath, biting her lips...and drawing out the last bit of paratha from her mouth, as he maneuvered her into his lap. Huffing she leaned her forehead upon his, controlling her breath. He always managed to do this leaving her unsettled.

The bond is strengthening'

A flash of the morning, made her squirm on his lap and they moved apart as almost the whole college watched, jaws dropped. Sameera and Yash too. Serry hit his head, such a showoff...this guy! Rose simply blushed watching their privy moments.

Her eyes fluttered, "Maan that presentation, don't ..." She rambled, "I know, thank you Geet..."He smiled broadly at her, putting the car at "his" reserved place, folding his arm around her waist, possessively.

Geet, Geet...what did you do! He is going to kill you, you dumbass... maybe with his kisses! She mused, and then snapped... Hormonal dirty self!

He dragged her to the class, and fortunately...well unfortunately for her...the first class was of Mrs.Sinha's.

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The whole class watched, Mrs.Sinha ...that bloody old hag, flirted with her' Maan. Paedophile, Geet muttered irritatingly. And Maan charmed her right back, smiling widely at her. How dare he!

She was wrong in feeling guilty for that bas***d, couple my foot! Let him stew, she doesn't care anymore, she thought angrily.

As Maan walked forward submitting his DVD containing the presentation, Geet looked away angrily... There was quite a distance and she did feel a slight pain!

"Maan Singh Khurana!" The paedophile teacher shouted angrily, standing up... Her breasts sagging heavily which few minutes earlier she had tried to shove in front of Maan's face. Huh!

"What have you written?!" The teacher cried hysterically. Maan frowned, looking at Geet who religiously looked away. "It's perfect..."He trailed off, walking to the teacher's table. As he read bits and parts, his eyeballs almost ran out of its sockets.

"... Instead of briefs, thongs are very much comfortable, easy to wear and take off... A guaranteed way of profit... can attract even old hag pussies of 60 year olds... IUDs to be used by women are much preferred, more reliable... and without barriers used by men, the act is scientifically pleasurable..." The vein near his eye, strained with the amount of fury he contained within himself, shaking.

You are dead, Geet!

He schooled his face into a calm, composed expression; "Yes ma'am, students our age must be made aware about sex, its limits and consequences... Popularly known as Sex Education, mainly to create awareness amongst youth like us...It is better to be aware than suffer consequences. Now you cannot have you twenty five year old son asking what is the use of briefs or IUD, isn't it?" Maan finished, and the teacher dumbstruck just nodded "Brilliant, dear" She chimed, patting his shoulder as Maan strode off glaring murderously at Geet.

Geet shocked, at the about turn, ignored him throughout the class. Maan was seething, "pleasurable underwear and contraceptives!" f**k my embarrassment!' He muttered.

"The paratha was deliciously yummy" Geet squeaked, seeing him caging her, as the students, deserted the room, and her as well with the angry predator.

She lowered her lashes.

Precap:

Sam kisses Maan. Maan helps Geet discover The Condom'.

Really sorry again. Had assignments, projects, then exams and practicals...On 5^th my exams finished and here I am ... Hope you enjoyed this!

Originally posted by: sanghita0000

awesome update...loved it dear...precap mein chudail sameera ko ghusa kyun diya...??

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