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Chapter 3
She entered her house after a day and in her heart she felt she was home. With all her cousins and relatives around the day flew by in a jiffy. It was close to evening when her mother asked her to get ready. She sighed at the thought of it and looked around her house and was feeling emotional when her brother closed her eyes from behind and spoke loudly in to her ears
"How does it feel to be a woman after being a tomboy for the last 25 years" and he sprinted for life. She kept aside her messy married life and chased him. The loose ends of her pallu was tucked in her waist and her hair was up in a high pony tail. She ran out of her house chasing him and banged against another man. He was lost seeing her run like a happy bunny and when she banged against him he embraced her like a treasure protecting her. She slowly lifted her head and their eyes met, his hands had curled up around her naked waist. His hands moved towards her face to tuck the single curl that was disturbing his view and in the process he clutched her waist tight making her moan his name. He was once again lost when she moaned his name with so much passion in her voice. He wanted to hear his name over and over again in a similar fashion but he was once again disturbed when he heard someone calling Sam in his head. He left her with a jerk and her heart started beating fast and nerves straightened up expecting the fall but was once again caught by the same man who jerked her off. Their eyes once again met but this time it was more of guilt than the passion she saw earlier in the same eyes. She was already getting irritated with his hot and cold behavior and was reaching her saturation point
"Dhusht Dhanav" she murmured in irritation and shrugged his hands. He looked at her in disbelief and shook his said with an expression you did not. She dusted her hands in front of his face and walked ahead of him leaving him behind surprised. He was pretty annoyed at the name given to him and entered her house and he kept noticing her movements from the corner of his eyes. Most of the young ones noticed his actions and they dragged him from the group of elders while his wife still looked annoyed. They made him sit near her and brought a bowl of ice cream
"Our pyaare jeeju, can you please feed this to your beloved wife" teased his brother in law making his eyes to pop out which she stifled a giggle. Even if it was not something from his side just to tease her he fed her a spoon of the dessert and made sure his fingers lingered on her cheeks and close to her lips for more than what was required. He knew they were attracted to each other and seeing her turn red made him smirk. Both ended up getting lost one more time and they were brought back from their trance after all the nudging and clearing of throats by their cousin. Soon after which both left and once again the scene turned emotional at the Handas. The remaining journey was relatively a silent one. Both looked at each other occasionally with loads of doubts, unexpressed care and affection. Her in laws were happy to have her home that evening and after a cozy family dinner all of them retired for the day without much of a change.
It was a pretty early start the next day. The senior Khurana couple were leaving back to London. The house once again a witnessed a very emotional farewell. His mother cornered him separately and made it clear that he would by no means bring up the topic of Sameera at any cost when she received the first blow that Geet knew all of this. Before she could talk to her and confront him on his useless silliness associated with guilt trip her husband hurried her. She caressed her daughter in law's head fervently and said she would stay in touch. She walked out of the house without paying much attention to her son after that which was noticed by Geet. He hurried back to his room soon after his parents left and she followed him in to his room.
"Did maa say anything" questioned a worried Geet.
"Tumse matlab" retorted Maan hurting her a little which was evident in her eyes.
"I am your wife and feel the need to know about it" argued Geet strongly.
"I am yet to accept you as one. Stay within your limits. I am happy with memories and that will keep me going on" said Maan and breezed out of the room leaving her shattered.
She fell to the floor crying. She had dreamt of a husband who would love her, make her blush turning cheesy with her, fight with her only to pacify her later during the day but here her life was weaving a new story. She did not have the energy to move out of the room and act normal before the others and hence complained of headache and restricted herself to the room brooding over whatever happened in the morning.
He was not doing any better. He drove as fast as he could towards an abandoned road and got out of the car shouting in frustration. The guilt was killing him on one side and he couldn't believe himself. He had really crossed all his limits with her today. She was trying to be herself and making it all work and he was hell bent on breaking it. He has surely fallen for her beauty. He even expected his rational crude business mind to loose sanity soon and fantasize about her day and night. But he wanted to love her and fantasize about her. Or better share all his fantasies with her and drive her crazy with his talks and actions. He was pushing her away. He did not want his dreamy life to shatter even before he could start living. He wanted to apologize to Sam. But where was she and was she willing to even talk to him after letting her down when she needed him the most. Seeing nowhere his thoughts were going, he once again started to drive to a nearby pub and drank as much as he could and reached home late in the night in a bad shape. The father he pushed the closer she tried getting to him. She was the first one to open the huge mansion doors when she heard someone knocking the door with a force. The sight before disgusted her. She saw the man whom she got married to a couple of days back not in a position to stand worse he was being supported by the security on one side and a whiskey bottle still in his other hand. He smiled at her gleefully and his breath filled with alcohol brushed her face giving her a bad vibe. She requested the same security to help her with him. Soon after he was on his bed she removed his shoes and walked towards him to remove his coat which was making him sweat profusely. She quickly turned on the air conditioner and slowly removed the coat while he spoke something which looked gibberish to her. She returned back to him trying to force some water down his mouth when he pulled her by her arms making her to fall on him with a jerk. She looked at him nervously while he looked at her dreamily. He ran his fingers over her face trying to trace the features and whispered "Beautiful" in a husky tone and his hands slowly traced down her neckline and his hands brushed her cleavage making her shut her eyes tight. That was probably the hottest thing that she ever experienced but was disgusted when she knew it was all happening when he was not in senses. She tried resisting him when he placed a kiss on her cleave making her loose her little but of sanity while his hands roamed all over back trying to rip the kurthi off her. She couldn't shout and make this all look nasty. More than his it was her dignity which was at stake. Even before she could take in she felt nude when her top along with her Bra was ripped in to pieces. He kissed and savored her like a beast but kept the passion intact and kept asking her if she was fine without paying heed to response. He played with her curves sensuously that she was soon transported to a whole new universe and their lips were playing a new game of their own. She held on to his back as tight as she could. She moaned his name with equal passion but the tears never seemed to stop streaming down her eyes. The only cloth which was separating the both was off within the next few seconds. He was not in his senses let alone to realize how hard she was biting him only to leave her. It all looked wrong her. He pierced through her and spoke in to her mouth "I want to get rid of her thoughts and be yours". She heard none of his claims. All she heard was I want to be yours. A tiny smile creeped up her face at that little claim amidst all the crap that was happening. He thrusted in more tearing through her tissue making her scream in pain. She bit his shoulders yelping in pain but he went on till he climaxed and released inside her. After which he looked at her passionately in his sloshed state and spoke "Please bring me back" and fell on her slipping in to a deep slumber.
His weight did not matter much. Somewhere deep down she was happy that he wanted to surrender himself but this night was pleasant one. She did not have the heart to forgive him for all that happened sometime back but how could she leave when she has started to accept the man when she met him first and on top of it started to love him for what he is from the minute he shared his past with her. How could she even tell him this night's ordeal? He wasn't going to remember any of this tomorrow morning. She had to tell him all of this and for that he has to move on from his guilt trip. She needed to talk to her. She needed to know what was she up to. She pushed his weight and wrapped herself in the duvet and stood under the shower trying to linearize her thoughts. She came out dressed and did the first thing of pulling the phone from his trouser packet and scrolled through her name.
"Eureka, Sam" and she squirmed her face when she read the way it was stored. She did not like him calling Sam anymore. It should be Sameera and it will be. She made up her mind and stood with her hands on her waist.
"I will not reveal any of this to you Maan. I will make sure Sameera is off your mind and you come to me. I am Mrs. Maan Singh Khurana and this is my promise" and she walked near him and ran her fingers through her hair and slid besides him in thoughts till sleep evaded her.
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