Thorns And Roses # 2 Completed # 3 Link Added On Pg 1 - Page 89

Originally posted by: kkrnightriders

Oh ok got it.But what i thought u both being friends are living in the same country.So when he told he is going to have breakfast,so i asked u.

Originally posted by: jasika08

Lovely update

Waiting for next update

Originally posted by: singh24

😊 Awesome part

finally Maan nd Geet married

Geet was rude to all bcoz she bore a lot in last 6 yrs , nd didn't know d real truth about her health ..

poor soul ..

Maan felt guilty for this lose ...

Rano is very claver , no doubt , she didn't give time to Maan nd disclose d fact related to Geet after marriage

But How Maan'll handle d Geet ...?

she is becoming very complicated to Maan ... she loves him but refuse ...

tough night for Maan... fingers crossed...

Love it ...❤️

Originally posted by: singh24

Sorry , I took too long
but I managed to take the one

Originally posted by: neasya

yeah he has to try hard jab geet will know about his another lie I mean about hiding geet's health issue she will be shatered

Part 12

"Don't you think we should have a little time to figure ourselves out?" I murmured to her softly.

"Neither one of us was expecting this just last night, we met after six years."

She glanced down at my lips, and I knew that what I had just

said had gone over her head.

She wasn't paying attention.

She just wanted me.

"Geet," I whispered, and she lifted her head from the bed so that she could kiss me,

but I moved my head back.

I didn't mind kissing her in fact, I would love to.

Right now though, I couldn't let it get to the point where she had expectations of the night.

"Geet, we have a lot we need to talk about," I said to her.

"Why don't we just talk?"

She struggled from under me, but I had pinned her arms on the bed, so she couldn't move her body.

"Maan, why do you want to talk?" she asked impatiently.

"We have our whole life to talk."

"We have our whole life to do this too," I said to her.

"But I want to do this tonight!" she argued. "It's my wedding night Maan.

Every girl dreams about their wedding night."

How could I just crush her dreams like that?

"Okay fine," I said to her,

knowing that what I was about to say was very, very risky.

"But on one condition."

"What?" she asked softly.

"You have to agree, that after tonight we'll use protection," I said.

"Why?" she asked, looking at me like I was speaking in a foreign language.

"Because I'm not ready to have kids," I said simply.

"What? How could you say that?

You would have had a kid by now!" she snapped,

then her eyes filled up with tears, and I let go of her arms

and sat up on the bed beside her.

She sat up too and sniffled.

I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her close to me as she cried.

"It hurt me so much Maan, when I lost her," she sobbed,

"I felt like dying. It was like I had no other reason to live."

"You have your whole life Geet," I said to her softly.

"You need to realize that when someone leaves us, it isn't the end of the world.

People will come and go, but life will go on."

"It still haunts me," she said, "It has been so many years, and it still hurts."

"You know," I replied softly, "You're very brave.

You chose to have a child, despite knowing society

would point fingers at you.

You remained firm and unshakable for your baby.

You even moved to Canada for your child."

She pressed her face harder into my chest, and I rubbed her back soothingly.

"All of it was for nothing," she said. "It was a waste."

"It wasn't for nothing," I said to her softly,

"All of it happened for a reason, and the reason may be unknown to us today, but nonetheless it happened for the best."

"How can you say our daughter died for the best?" she croaked.

"Maybe God needed an angel," I murmured.

In my mind, I knew that perhaps the reason was that she had to be so vulnerable, so that when someone came along to make her strong, she would weakly fall into their arms and allow them to build her again.

I came for her.

"I need an angel too," she whispered.

I was her guardian angel, always here to look out for her and to love her.

My role was clear to me now the reason for my existence was her and only her.

I was nobody without her.

The sole purpose that I walked on this planet was to help her and walk with her until she reached a light.

"You will find your angel," I told her softly. "Don't worry about it your angel is out there, guiding you and taking you where you need to go."

"Why aren't you ready for kids?" she asked me softly.

"I want to spend time with you," I replied to her.

"Just you and me we could travel, we could have fun, and then when the time is right... we can settle down and have as many kids as you want."

She hugged me tightly, and I kissed the top of her head.

"Okay then," she agreed, "That sounds fair."

She broke our embrace and then touched my cheek softly, as she looked up into my eyes.

"You know Maan, all these firsts... from first kiss, to the first time

we made love, I would always dream about.

It was supposed to be perfect.

Both times though, I didn't remember," she whispered.

"The giddy feeling, the excitement,

the nerves that comes with all of that

I didn't feel it."

"I have an idea," I said to her softly,

"We can continue our college romance from where we left off... we can hug, we can kiss, but the time, hesitation and nerves of doing more than that, can still exist.

That way you won't miss out, and every experience will be like your first experience all over again."

She looked at me with teary eyes, as if her heart just melted after

she heard me say that.

"Really?" she breathed out.

"Yes," I said softly, and took her hand in mine softly before bringing it to my lips.

I kissed her knuckles.

"Okay," she replied with a smile on her face.

I lay down on the bed and she snuggled up next to me in my arms, and placed her hand on my stomach.

"When you're ready, we can do the rest," I murmured to her softly.

"So you're my boyfriend," she stated.

"Mhmm, and you're my girlfriend," I replied to her.

Then she closed her eyes and smiled against my chest.

Our relationship had been short-lived back in college, but by picking up from where we left off, it would ensure that Geet didn't miss out on any of the experiences that she had once looked forward to.

"Good night," she whispered, sounding happy.

"Good night," I replied, closing my eyes.

If there was one thing that was right it was putting the other person first.

If I hadn't put Geet first, I wouldn't have been able to avoid the situation without breaking her heart.

I put her feelings first, and empathized with her, so I knew how to manipulate the situation.

I was able to avoid being with her, because I was doing it for her.

I was able to bring a smile on her face, because I was willing to suffer a whole lifetime of misery for that one smile.

That one thought, that one reality, was enough to make all that existed bend and conform just for my purpose. If my will was pure, the way would be shown, just like it was shown today.

The next day, we were on our way to India.

Geet slept for most of the plane ride, and so did I.

We had a layover in Athens, so we were sitting at a small bistro inside the airport together and drinking coffee.

I didn't fail to notice that her eyes were on my lips.

Every time my cup of coffee touched my lips, she would look at it enviously.

I couldn't help but smile seeing her jealous over a coffee cup was cute.

So I intentionally brought the cup to my lips again and again, sipping on it for longer periods of time.

Finally, after sipping on my coffee for ten seconds straight, I put the coffee cup down on the table in front of me, my hand still around it.

Geet grabbed my cup from me and placed her lips over the spot where my lips had just been and I looked at her with awe.

She didn't even put the cup down until I spoke to her.

"You have your own coffee," I pointed out.

"I wanted yours," she said stubbornly, putting the cup down and glaring at me.

"And why is that?" I asked coolly, as if I had no idea why.

"I think my coffee is too strong. Yours tastes better," she replied.

I smiled at her she was lying through her teeth.

"Really?" I asked.

Then I picked up her coffee cup and took a sip nonchalantly.

"Tastes the same to me," I said to her.

"Something's wrong with your taste buds," she responded.

"Or maybe you're lying," I replied with a smirk.

"I am not!" she exclaimed defensively. "Why would I lie?"

I reached out across the table and touched the top of her hand lightly

I saw her tremble.

"You just wanted a taste of my lips," I said to her bluntly.

Her cheeks turned a crimson red color and I grinned oh she is so beautiful when she blushed.

What I wouldn't do to give her what she wanted right then and there.

"You - you are wrong," she spluttered.

"Am I?" I asked, raising my eyebrows, and returning my expression to a neutral one.

"Yes! I don't want to taste your lips," she scoffed, "As if !!

Where do you get these ideas?"

"You're a bad liar," I pointed out.

"I am not!" she replied, turning even more red.

"Yes you are," I responded, smirking.

She pushed her chair back and stood up.

"I'm going to the washroom! It's almost time for our flight

I'll meet you at the gate," she said quickly, her face completely red.

"Oh and you're wrong!"

I pushed my chair back and stood up too.

"Are you sure you want to leave?" I asked her with a raised eyebrow.

"I mean, you won't get to drink from my cup if you leave."

"Shut up," she replied, blushing, and then turned around and left, as I chuckled behind her.

"I love you," I murmured softly as soon as I saw her disappear.

I loved her more than anything else in the world, and when she performed these cute antics, it was like I was falling in love with her all over again.

That was when I realized that with every passing second, I was falling more and more deeply in love with Geet, and that realization made me feel warm, and very content.

My love was proportional to her love.

I was getting closer and closer to loving her infinitely,

but unless she hit infinity, I was not able to.

My hands were tied.

Her love for me was increasing, and in turn, so was mine.

Once I brought her home, I was happy to see that she was smiling.

"Welcome home," I said to her, and she grinned widely at me.

Then she set off to explore the house it was a big house with two stories, a basement, and three bedrooms.

As she looked around the house, I picked up our suitcases and took them to my room.

I hurried to clean the mess that I had left there before going to Canada.

Geet entered the bedroom and she looked at the condition of the room before sighing loudly.

"Maan," she said, "What's wrong with you? Now that I'm living here, you can't leave our house like this!"

"Really? Will you force me?" I asked her, raising my eyebrow.

She breathed sharply and glared at me, as I walked towards her.

She walked backwards until she hit the wall.

I blocked her escape route by placing both of my hands on either side of her.

"Yes," she breathed out, glancing down at my lips. "I will force you."

"How will you do that?" I asked her, bringing my face closer to hers.

She was trembling, and I hadn't even touched her yet.

I knew she wanted to just jump on me and have me right then and there, but I couldn't allow her to so easily.

"I - I - will st - stay away from you if you make a m - mess," she stuttered, as if she was having a hard time to find the words in my presence.

"Really? Will you be able to?" I asked her softly,

my lips an inch away from hers.

Her hands slid up my chest, around my neck,

and I felt goosebumps erupt on my own skin.

"I will be able to," she replied, regaining her composure.

"But I don't know if you're interested in testing that out."

"Maybe you're right," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

I let go of the wall and grabbed the back of her head, the bottom of my palm resting on the nape of her neck.

She was breathing quickly, and glancing down at my lips obviously.

I looked down at hers too, before I licked mine to wet them so the kiss would be smooth.

As I leaned towards her, my eyes closed of their own accord, but I felt her hands slide down to my chest and push me back. She giggled and ran towards the bed.

"No," she teased, laughing.

"Oh yeah?" I stated, and ran towards her.

She tried to run away, but I was too fast.

I grabbed her waist and pushed her down on the bed, as I fell on top of her.

Her eyes closed as her breaths got faster, and my lips got pulled towards hers.

Her grip on my shirt tightened, and all I could hear was her rapid heartbeat and quick breathing.

More than anything though, I could sense that her desire was aching to have me.