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Epilogue
Four years have passed and Maan and Geet had been happily married. They had two weeks long honeymoon in Europe and Maan celebrated Geet's birthday in Paris. It was lovely to be able to say that they had kissed on top of Eifel tower on her birthday.
Once they came back they were busy preparing for Dev and Naina's marriage. It was a beautiful wedding in the rathode palace in Udaipur. All the friends enjoyed it. Even Meera and Sid were invited along with Pari and Yash. Some where along the line the friction between Yash and Sid were gone and they were again the best friends they were supposed to be.
Geet believed again that this was how it was supposed to be. Maan had been everything a girl could ask for in a husband. He was a passionate lover, a wise guardian, a sweet companion and a caring friend. It was like a several relations had amalgamated into one within him.
Geet still remembered the evening when she was painting. She had decided to make a portrait of Dev and Naina as a wedding gift. As always she was totally lost into the painting when she felt a pair of hands engulfing her. The musky scent of Maan made her relax into him. She was always frustrated how even a slight touch from Maan would always melt her in his arms. Maan trailed kisses from her hairline to shoulder as he spoke," Ummm... Mrs Khurana!! What are you doing?"
" I...Um ..I"
Maan stopped his kisses letting her form at least one coherent sentence.
"I am painting a portrait for Naina and Dev."
Maan nodded and then turned her and kissed her softly before letting her continue with her painting as he left into the washroom to freshen up after the busy day in office. But when he came out he found Geet giving him an almost seductive look as she said," Paint with me Khurana..."
Ah! His mishty was challenging him. He was not the one to back away from challenges now, was he?
Soon it was more like a war with paints. They would color each other and the empty canvas in front of them. Geet had brought back colors in his life literally and figuratively. When they finally finished up they were both smudged in paint but a beautiful landscape was drawn on the previous white canvass.
Geet blushed remembering the next part of the day or the incredibly long shower they both took together. In fact it had more to do with making love against the bathroom walls than actual shower. They had left the country soon after Dev and Naina had come back from their honeymoon in Australia.
Maan had kept his promise and had left with her to US and handled work from there while giving the responsibility of home office to Dev. They had rented a beautiful apartment near to her college. That was another beautiful phase of their togatherness. Since it was always the two of them they would be all over each other no matter if it was the living room, kitchen, bathroom or the bedroom.
But Maan was also very attentive of her study schedule so she can keep upto her position. But safe to say they could rarely keep their hands off each other. And on rare occasions one of them did try the other would just seduce their spouse to bed.
Geet turned red remembering the one time she was the one to seduce her husband to bed. It was just before a month of her semester exams. Maan had been adamant that they are spending too much time and she is not paying adequate time for her studies.
Geet was frustrated. Her usual ministrations had failed for her husband to give in breaking his usual control. So Geet timed herself perfectly so she would come out of shower just as Maan would come back. Her hairs were slightly wet and had curled up even more. She had wrapped a saari which was really strange for her to do. She had tied it at lowest point possible with an almost backless blouse tied only via strings. Maan entered the room and stood rooted at the door as he took in her form.
Geet had purposely kept her back almost uncovered. Watching Maan's expression she was sure today she will be successful. Turning slightly towards him she said in her most seductive voice," Good Maan that you are here. Would you be a dear and put body lotion on my back?"
"I... what?"
Geet got up and Maan saw her sexy belly button on display as her hips swayed sexily as she walked towards him. She came near him and whispered into his ears," Ah Maan! Apply body lotion on my back. "
Her breath fanned his neck yet she was not touching. Maan was a man starved and he was dying to taste his mishty. Somewhere in the back of his mind his rational side spoke that she had her exams and it won't do good to distract her.
Maan gulped as he said," Mishty, am just back. I think I should freshen up first."
"Don't be silly dear! You look just fine to me. After all I like you hot and sweaty, don't I?"
Cold shower, Long cold shower', thought Maan.
Geet lied down on the bed displaying her almost bare back with her excuse of a blouse held only by a string. Maan took the lotion from her and started applying. His hot palms touched her cold back and a tremor ran through both of them. His body was giving indication of how much aroused he was just by the slightest touch of her. Geet turned back a little and said," Ah Maan!! You work miracles with your fingers... oh!!"
Her moans weren't helping his case any better. All he wanted was to get into washroom and have that cold shower. Maan hadn't realized that his hands had stopped working long back or they had pulled the string open to have his unobstructed view of her back. Geet slowly raised herself facing him. Her pallu was gone and only thing covering her bossom was her slightly displaced blouse.
Geet held his face and almost took her lips near his as she said," What do you think of the view Khurana?"
Maan had gone to the point of no return by then but looking into Geet's eyes had always been his undoing. He softly said," You are a mynx you know that!"
They closed the distance between their lips and were soon making love hungrily and passionately. After that they had agreed never to repeat the situation as it just wastes more time to seduce each other to bed.
Geet was lost in her thoughts when her thoughts were broken by the cries of her five days old daughter. She quickly picked up her daughter even if movements were painful for her. Her little daughter was hungry. She never realized that all those years of emotional neglect had acted upon her and she is fiercely possessive about her daughter to the extent that she had difficulty to even let Maan carry her.
Maan had understood her underlying issue and like always had worked her through it. She was busy nursing when she felt a presence and looked up to find a tired looking Maan standing at the door. It was just the same even after years of marriage. No matter how tired or worn out he is, Geet always looked up to find her loving husband watching her back with all the love in the world.
Maan slowly came near and pressed a chaste kiss on her lips before moving away to freshen up. Once she was done nursing she placed her baby back in her little crib. They had turned a part of the room into nursery till their daughter grew a bit more to have her own room.
"How are you today Mishty? Did you have your evening snacks?"
"I am fine Maan. It took you longer than you thought."
"You know right how long the deals can take. If it was upto me I would have never gone to work today but with Naina expecting as well Dev can't really do all the work."
"Yeah!! I can't believe I am going to be a tayi."
Maan smiled fondly as he pulled her into a soothing hug. They both decided to take a nap as chances are there that just like previous nights they won't be getting much sleep.
The namkaran of their daughter was again a grand event. Savitri Devi had insisted that the naming ceremony of her first great granddaughter would be a large event. So family, friends and aquaintances all were present. Sid and Meera, who had tied the knot finally two years back, was there with a heavily pregnant Meera. They had both shifted to Mumbai to have a close proximity with the group.
Yash and Pari had married the same year as Dev and Naina. It was during one of Geet's semester breaks and it was really a beautiful wedding. Meera and Yash had not gone for each other's wedding of course. But they had sent their spouse/fianc for each other's wedding. Yash and Pari were now proud parents of notorious twins Rahul and Rishav. Being identical it was like two little whirlwinds creating mischiefs even at the innocent age of two.
Tej and Prachi had eventually married. They had waited for Geet to finish her course so she can help them with wedding preparations. They are yet to give the good news but all was going well for everyone.
Soon it was time for the namkaran and they waited for Maan to tell them the name. Maan pressed a kiss on his daughter's forehead and said," Khwahish!! She is the secret wish for us and we thought this was the best name for her."
Everybody understood the implication of the name and were little teary eyed. Geet hugged her husband as they both were reminded of the amazing man they both had loved who had been the connecting link between the two and they smiled with slight teary eyes like they had once promised to do.
Geet remembered the time when they had actually decided upon the name. They had been arguing back and forth. Maan wanted a boy while Geet wanted a girl.
"Maan, don't you want a girl child?"
The almost dejected voice caught Maan's attention. He immediately hugged her softly and pressed a kiss on her temple.
"Oh Mishty...no baby, it's not like that. I would love to have my own little princess to pamper. In fact I have a feeling she would have me wrapped around her fingers just like you. But it's just; I wanted a boy. "
Geet understood him. She never really thought Maan could be such blindly prejudiced but her pregnancy hormones made her emotional and insecure all the time.
" Mishty, remember that I told you I would ask you something in return for upholding the traditions for our marriage?"
"Hmm."
"Will you let me name this child?"
Geet was silent but somehow understood that it was important for him.
"Okay...but don't you come crying to me if he/she doesn't like their name."
Maan chuckled realizing that she was joking. "I actually have a name in mind. But I am not sure if you would agree."
"I am sure I would love the name you chose for our baby, Maan. Come on, it's me. "
"Umm...Armaan"
"I had guessed as much. But don't you think you should have at least one back up name just in case the baby is a girl? I mean it would be horrible to name a girl Armaan. What say Mr. Khurana?"
That got Maan thinking. After some moment a brilliant smile lighted his face as he said," Got it!! Khwahish. We will name our baby Khwahish if it's a she. It is after all kind of synonymous to Armaan. What say Mrs. Khurana? Like the name?"
Before Geet could respond they felt a strong kick. Geet smiled and said," I guess your daughter liked the name Maan."
"Or may be my son is protesting that he is Armaan and not Khwahish."
And their months old debate started again. After another round of meaningless banter Maan asked seriously.
"Geet, you liked the names I chose right?"
"Yes Maan."
"You don't have any issue naming our child Armaan na?"
"You silly man, of course I don't have any problem. He was as important to me as he was to you. But no, I have crossed that stage long ago when the mere mention of his name pained me. I love you Maan... He was my first love but you are so much more. Don't you ever feel insecured by his memories. I wouldn't have married you let alone be the mother of your child if I wasn't head over heels in love with you."
"I guess even after so many years I did have a bit of insecurity left in me. But how did you know?"
"I know you sweety. Love is not just about physical intimacy and companionship. It is so much more. I know you more than you and if you are insecured then it simply means that I haven't done a very good job at showing you exactly how much you mean to me. I love you soo much. Without Armaan I was alive even if barely. Without you I would cease to exist."
Maan captured her lips into a kiss full of love before they closed their eyes for the night. Both of them rested their palms on her stomach as if providing security to each other and their unborn child.
Life was good for Geet. Geet helped Maan with the company whenever she got time and is a lecturer at one of the colleges and a damn good one at that. She and Maan both had revived their love for painting and loved to paint together and separately and occassionaly would even put their art work on exhibition. Along with all these Naina and Geet together have formed a new branch on Khurana Charitable orgainisation that deals explicitly with people who had lost dear ones through death or anything else to forever lose touch. Geet knew she was lucky to have found Armaan and her friends and later Maan to deal with the hard stuffs of life but not everyone is that lucky. Their branch also deals with children from broken families. Geet knew coming from a similar situation that there can be many complicated psychological issues for those children as she herself deals with some till date.
Geet was happy. She had a good career, one that makes her happy. She has a wonderful husband and equally caring family and friends. She finally can call a place home even if home will always mean Maan's arms for her. Now she is a proud mother of a beautiful daughter. She mused, happy endings are not overrated. We always get a happy ending even if it is not the happy ending we had initially thought of.
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