MG SS#3:The Deadly Husband Note Part 39-Page 140 13/8/2018 - Page 53

A quick update, A special update

Dedicated to the birthday girl whom I forget to wish :(

Jaya, so sorry for it... Happy Happy Birthday To You Sweetheart ❤️

And also special thanx to all those lovey readers who gave extra-large and extra sweet comments, urging me to post this next part this quickly.

Part 34

"Ma...Maan..." As soon as her trembling voice reached him, he stood up. Her hand was holding the knob of the door in a firm grip, her eyes were fixed on his frame catching up his expression of surprise and wonder. What shook him the most was the desire of his mirroring in her orbs. The thunder taking place outside seems to be nothing close to the storm which was occurring between the duos inside the bedroom. Her wet dress was sticking to her body, displaying each curve, each line for his eyes. His intense gaze and her own surrendering state made her eyes turn down, feeling like a puddle. He noticed as her hand left the door knob, letting the door closing at her back with a small sound. He analyzed her each act, each expression, each moment.. Even her harsh breaths could be felt by him while they still had few steps distance between them. Breathing unevenly, she for the last time reviewed her decision before finally letting herself go. She knew, this is the moment when she can express her desire. This is the only moment which can ensure him that she is equally into this relation now as he is. And this moment, it was way to easy to get drown in but if it's lost, she probably could never muster up such courage. On the other hand with a furiously beaten heart, he was waiting for her to take the first step towards him after being sure of herself.

With a renewed confidence, she looked up with a sizzle that made him feel goosebumps till the toes before she took first assured step towards him. Getting the indication, he so was looking for, he moved and caught her right in the middle of the distance before their hands find a way around eachother. Catching her up in his arms, he pulled her in a deep searing kiss which was like never before. This kiss was free of any care, hesitance or caution. He felt powerful and in command. She had surrendered.

Their grip was firm and demanding on each other. Geet breathe against his lips while clutching onto his shirt in a fist. His hands skimmed down on her plush body, caressing her curves through the wet fabric. "So sweet" Maan murmured breaking the kiss before dipping into her warm neck. Geet slipped down against his body, felt the floor under her toes for a moment before she was again pulled up and carefully laid down on the bed while he followed the suit. His weight was felt by her for the very first time and somewhere, getting touched up made her anxious. For a half second, she wanted him to stop, get away from under him but as soon the soft small kisses were showered on her skin without any break, she just couldn't think any longer. Now she was all the more scared of losing him, losing his touch. Clutching the sheets underneath, she whimpered. "Maan..." like a drowning soul as if he was his only anchor. He lifted his face from her throat and kissed the tip of her nose. His hands moved out to entwine her fingers before making them wrap his neck. He needed her touch. Taking clue, threading her fingers in his hairs, she moaned while he nipped the sensitive skin of her ears. No one has ever made her feel so light headed and intoxicated.

tumko chuke bhi chune ko karta hai dil
paake bhi paane ko karta hai dil
aawargi aane lagi
saanson mein khushboo chaane lagi
dil pe deewangi chagayi iss kadr
bandh aankhon se bhi mujhko aaye nazar

kaise kahe hume kitani mohabbat hai

haan mohabbat hain

For Maan, it was Unbelievable. Him & Her. Cupping her face in his palms, he looked at her intently for few moments letting her see himself before bending down to pepper a soft kiss of her forehead. His care, his passion, his anxiousness all were too on display for her to feel. Her eyes drooped just to feel his lips linger on the lids. Stopping himself once again, he traced her jaw with his thumb before his toe rubbed her under foot just to see her mouth open in a sigh. Oh sweet God! He murmured not able be in control before diving in to another deep kiss with a hunger, so unknown till few minutes before. He did have craved for her, her closeness but what he was feeling now was not an inch of his imaginations. Her fingers on their own accord moved up to gather his lush hairs in a fist, letting him know the sweet pain of pull. His hands moved under her caressing her. "Turn around". He requested in a rasp voice but Geet was not the one to follow the orders right now. She was too trilled. Her heart was furiously beating into her ears to hear anything else. Seeing her biting her lower lip, Maan groaned and after giving a quick kiss, turned her around only to get a hold of her broad buttoned back. Pushing her hairs aside, his quivering finger opened them up one by one while memorizing her each gasp when his fingers brushed her skin. Pushing the dress off her shoulder, he let his fingers slide onto that slope of her spine before he once again noticed his recently made fav spot on her body. The mole at the back under the shoulder blade that demanded a kiss. Her fingers were gripping the pillow while he did noticed her shivers. Smiling inwardly on seeing his effect on her, he turned her back to the earlier position. For once, he wasn't kissing but just letting his fingers roam on the newly found territory, letting her get accustomed with his touch. All new sensations gathered her as she became a puppet in his hands but he was not the one to take all the burn of being slow, careful and patient. He had waited enough for this. He needed her to response just with equal fever. "Open my buttons" His rasped voice ordered her.

Minutes later, they both were laying on his king size bed in their natural state. She was wearing nothing but his kisses and was covered with nothing but his body. "You are beautiful Geet...just the most beautiful person and soul I have ever been attracted to" He whispered giving a precise appreciative look to her, assuring once again that there was not an inch of her which could make him turn away. Her apprehensiveness of first time was so beautifully understood by him even without finding the words. He felt clogged in throat on not getting enough words to compliment her. She was a vision, a dream but just, just for him to see and cherish. Geet felt overwhelmed and smiled before she cupped his face with her cold fingers and pulled him close to leave a sweet kiss on his forehead. "I love you" And Maan felt all more protective about her. With utmost care, he handled her. After making sure that his each touch, each word had conveyed the reality of his words, he took a deep breath and claimed her. Her cries stilled him for few moments, letting her adjust before moving his body to the world's oldest rhythm. Her whimpers were answered by his groans. "So so love you...Have so waited for you" He mumbled in air while she kept on caressing his shoulder making him know that she is there with him right now.

By the time they finished, she was being a statue of jitters and breathlessness. Her hands were shaky. She was so speechless. But none the less, her heavy breathes and motionless state was scaring him. Maan firmly held her shivering arms in concern. His own heart was beating at an uneven pace. "Geet...Are...Are you fine?" His whisper reached her, making her gulp down the saliva "Geet" He was now getting afraid but just then she turned and held his shoulders, pressing her face into his bare chest. "It...it was just so...overwhelming..."She waited to find the correct word while licking her dry lips. His eyes were constantly stuck on the side of her face visible, trying to gauge her reaction. She moved up and nuzzled the place between his neck and shoulder. "Hold me..." She requested and he was more than ready to compel. Pushing her hairs back from her face, his hand moved to the duvet to pull it up before holding her securely in his arms. She kept on hearing the sound of his heart which acted as a lullaby and made her fall in to a sound sleep.

mohabbat bhari lamhon ki hai haseen kahaaniyaan
oo pyaar keliye hi humko mile zindgaaniyaan
pyaar hi zindagi...pyaar hi hai khuda
yoohi chalne rahe pyaar ki raahon par

The morning came bringing a whole more reasons to live for the couple laying under the distraught sheets. Geet was up already, propping up on her hand while running the fingers of her other hand onto the side of his face. Sleeping with half of his face deeply buried in the pillow, he was looking so sexy. He was clean shaved right now but she decided, she liked him more with light stubble. Not able to stop herself from touching, she traced his temple, pushed few hairs away from his face, rubbed his side burns and then, a naughty tough occurred that made her pull his ears lighty. Irritated first, he raised his hand and scratched his ear before falling back to sleep, but when she did it twice more, he woke up. "What the...?" And he stopped, just to hear her giggles. Rolling back on the bed she laughed hysterically holding her stomach that made him frown first and amused later. Her giggles as first thing was the best thing he could ever think of. He had waited, prayed and worked enough to get this carefree laugh back on her face. "Geet...that was naughty...waking me up like this" He complained with a groan. "Oh really! is it! Then why didn't this theory applied on you last night when you..." and, SHE STOPPED. Biting her lower lip between her teeth, she blushed and looked away as now it was his turn to grin. Moving closer, he tugged his hand to pull down the sheet that was covering her up. Instantly, she gripped it as tightly as she could. "Ahaan...But I didn't hear you complain about it..." He now had moved over her and with his hand, made her turn to look at himself. Kissing the partition between her hairs, he leaned his head against hers. "You know...this is the best morning ever of my life...A day, that we are not starting as You & Me...it is going to start with We, Us...". Cupping his face lightly, she whispered. "It is special for me too...". Smiling, he pecked her lips before moving his hands around her waist and moving down to keep his head on her shoulder. "You never let me be this close to you Geet...*taking a deep breath and closing his eyes** The two times we had been together in my bed, you would have always left the room before I could wake up...I so wanted to have these moments with you then...It seems like you had an alarm clock fit in your head" He whined, letting out his thoughts without any restriction. It was so unnatural for the man that he is now. This man doesn't complain, he doesn't let anyone know of his weakness, his desires, his wishes...but it was, and it will be only her with whom, he knew, he can ever share his deepest secrets without any regret. "Today, I forget that alarm clock back into your room" She grinned making him chuckle. "I am glad you did...little mercy...and by the way, My room is now Our Room..." he looked up with a raised brow and a smile just to see her reciprocating. Her fingers rushed into his hairs making unknown patterns. "Hmm... But then coming back to your complain, I think each moment has to occur at its own time. We could never have enjoyed these moments back then...they would have been awkward...". Giving her words a thought, he agreed. They surly would have been awkward. "But now, things are different...we have moved on...and all the moments are Ours...hmmm..." and she nodded. "Agree...But Mr Khurrana, this moment will be blamed if you don't get up now and get ready...See, its already 7...We have to meet the guests at breakfast at 8...Remember?" Geet reminded him only to feel him holding her more tightly. "Aryan and Rahul can handle them...You stay here" but she patted his hand and pushed him away. "No way...No way am I letting Annie tease me anymore with any kind of remarks... I still can't believe that you actually have asked her not to deliver those dresses...Do you know how embarrassing it was to get away from her teasing comments?" Holding his tongue in his cheek, Maan raised his shoulders in air. "Whatever...Annie can afford to lose a client but I so can't let those dresses get into another man's hand...I want to give you world Geet... Everything that I couldn't give to earlier and about Annie's teasing...I think, you might want to plan how to avoid those comments today..." and with that, next instant, he was off from the bed after quickly grabbing his pants from the floor and after grabbing his spare suit, he went to take a quick shower. Confused, Geet got up wrapping the sheets carefully around her chest, but one look at the mirror in front and she gave a small cry. "Maan..." Her body was covered with all sizes of red marks but the most prominent was the one near her earlobe. Mr Maan Khurrana surly had to extend that quick shower into a long relaxing one just to avoid the very first rant of an angry wife.

After half an hour, a completely dressed up Maan entered the den(room) of his wife with a bated heart. Standing infront of the mirror, she was pinning up the palu of her sari but what surprised him the most was that it was the same pistachio sari, that he had gifted her few months back on her birthday. That day, she wore it as an indication to accept his friendship, once again. That day, there relationship had moved to the level of comfort and today, it had moved to another level of contentment. After being done, she pushed half of her hairs back while kept one portion infront on one side of her face. Maan grinned, seeing how precisely she was arranging her hairs in order to hide out that mark. She mumbled something under her breath, groaned and then started to pull on the matching accessories she had brought. "Ahem ahem...Someone is looking nice..." Maan said entering with an easy motion in his body. A smirk on his lips and a determination in his eyes. She reciprocated that look with a frown and a sharp glare. "Go away Maan..." She said and started to put on her earring. "Ohoo...why...why should I go away...when...my sweet pretty wife...you just let me get this close to you" And in another one step, he was standing right behind her making her close her eyes as his strong cologne hit her senses. Heaven! That's intoxicating. You are mad Geet, she warned herself and opened her eyes just to see him looking back through the mirror with rather amusing eyes. "I have let you get close...But I think, I should now put a restriction..." And the horror spread on his face with her statement, was worth watching, His hand went around her next instant as he pulled her back right against his body. "No...no ways ...No ways I am letting anything get between us...even if they are your restrictions..." He growled, nuzzling her hairs, making her sigh. His love was equally possessive as his care. Geet felt herself melt as his nose rubbed against one particular stop. "Besides, you can hardly resist me now..." He commented, just to see her looking back with a soft innocent smile. "Hmmm..." she moaned as he kissed the place near her ear where he had bit last night and caressed it. "But you should go out now...or we will be late to get down..." she warned moving a step ahead just to see him following the suit, without breaking contact. "Let's get late..." He murmured making her giggle. "No..." was her straight answer. Maan got serious on her reply and turning her around asked. "You are fine...right?" The apprehension and concern in his eyes had returned that made her love him even more. He was so considerate. "I am fine..." And taking a deep breath, he nodded and backed off. "But Geet, Don't you think, you should keep your hairs at the back...They will look more nice" He commented and with a push of his fingers, even tried to demonstrate his words only to see her narrowing her eyes, making him gulp down a lump. "Actually, on a second thought...they look nicer this way...". Saying, he made a quick way out of the room, knowing, he was testing the hot water. Geet couldn't hold back her smile as soon as he left the room. A complete new shade of Maan was infront of her. A loving husband. And surly, she was loving this whole attention. That day for the first time, Mrs Geet Maan Khurrana parted her hairs and applied sindoor feeling all the emotions of a bride. Of a wedded girl and of a wife who is immensely in love with her handsome, dashing and awe stricken deadly husband.

tumko chuke bhi chune ko karta hai dil
paake bhi paane ko karta hai dil
aawargi aane lagi
saanson mein khushboo chaane lagi
dil pe deewangi chagayi iss kadr
bandh aankhon se bhi mujhko aaye nazar

kaise kahe hume kitani mohabbat hai

haan mohabbat hain

Next: HoneyMoon Plans... :D

Expecting similar kind of great response like earlier as I think I kept your words. No other couple is involved in any scene.

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