Last Part
Bheege hont tere, pyaasa dil mera
Lage abrr sa haan mujhe tan tera
Jamke barsa de mujhpar ghataayein
Tuhi meri pyaas tu hi mera jaa
Kabhi mere saath koyi raat gujaar
Tujhe subah tak main karu pyaar ha
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh
As Maan eyed at Geet's tantalizing form which lay in front of him, as it reflected the light of full-moon which had escaped to look at the surreal beauty named Geet, who had shut her eyes in coyness as she surrendered completely to the love and affection of her husband.
Maan placed tiny butterfly kisses all over her face, as her fingers played with his shirt buttons, as she tried to unbutton them in an inexperienced manner.
Maan placed long kisses of love over her eyes as he mouthed huskily,
" Look at me, Geet!"
Geet's eyes slowly opened to find a beautiful image, painted with love in the eyes which were staring back at them. What would you call it if even your reflection changes to that of someone whom you love? Love or something beyond a definition?
His dilated eyes drank the enchanting beauty of hers and the love which floated in her eyes.
Saansein aanch teri, tan aag tera
Chhine nind meri lute chain mera
Kaala jaadu karein lambe baal tere
Aankhein jhil teri ?? laal tere
Kabhi mere saath koyi raat gujaar
Tujhe subah tak main karu pyaar oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh
There were tears in both their eyes. But they were not the tears of anguish or distress like in the past, they were the tears of happiness, of bliss and of ecstasy that now filled their life.
The hot staggering breaths of Geet were fanning Maan's face, as dipped down to place a gentle kiss on her forehead which would put a thousand lip-locks to shame. Because that kiss was not that of passion, of desire or of lust. It was just pure love, which was truly lethal and dangerous for it existed in the most purest and truest form. After all, love was just like alcohol. It would leave you intoxicated, lost and addicted to it, only to destroy you one day.
But it is something no one wants a cure from. Just as love.
Maan moved towards his right, to gently bite Geet's earlobe as he took out her earring with his sensuous and hot mouth, while Geet's cheeks went ablaze due to the passionate ministrations of her husband. Her left earring also soon laid forgotten by both while both were soon covered by the veil, which once used to cover Geet's bosoms from the bedroom eyes of her husband.
Oh oh oh, oh ho oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Aankhein keh rahi, jo na ham kahe
Use sun le tu jo na lab kahe
Tu na soye aaj, main na sou aaj
Tujhe dekhu aaj, tujhamein khou aaj
Kabhi mere saath koyi raat gujaar
Tujhe subah tak main karu pyaar
Maan held the zipper of her kurta to remove that piece of clothing which was serving as an obstacle for him from appreciating the natural beauty which his wife was.
Geet held his hand, in nervousness while her action hinted him towards her coyness. He held the hand with his other hand as he freed its grip on his hand holding Geet's zipper and placed a tiny butterfly kiss on it while Geet's eyes closed on alien feelings clouding her mind.
" Mujhe Haq Hai, Geet."
In one go Maan pulled the zipper down and soon the kurta was lying on the floor with no one caring for it. As Maan's bedroom eyes traced the scar left by the bullet on her angelic and soft bosoms, love flooded in his eyes which soon spilled tears out of them.
" Why, Geet? Why did you take the bullet for me?" Maan's voice cracked and was shaky due to emotional turmoil which was affecting him seeing the mark on her body which can never be removed.
" Waada Kiya Tha, Nibhaana To Padhega Hi Na, Maan." Geet sensed the confusion which clouded Maan's eyes which were glistened with both tears and the moonlight lingering on his face, " The seven vows we had taken unconsciously when we were mere children, Maan. One of them states that we both will protect each other no matter what and I just did what I promised that I will do."
Words after that would seemed cursed. Because there were no words which would express their love for each other. But their eyes, their eyes expressed the deepest feelings of their hearts in a language that they knew and understood perfectly. The language of love, the most beautiful and sacred of all the languages.
Maan placed a long, lingering and soothing kiss on her scar, which was completely healed by then, while Geet threw her head back while waves of pleasure engulfed her completely.
The clothes soon lay discarded on the floor, while Geet tried to cover herself from her husband with her hands. It was not shyness that was influencing her actions, it was the intense gaze of her husband which was making her go nervous.
" May I?"
Probably it was this change in his that made her fall in love with him. A person who had not thought before taking away the single piece of cloth on her body, was now asking her permission to kiss her.
" Tumhein Haq Hai, Maan."
And Geet buried her face in his chest, as emotions took a toll over her. Maan cupped her face with his one hand, while his other hand encircled her waist. He lifted her face as he started placing kisses all over her face, so that no inch of her face feels jealous of the other.
He gently turned Geet to place himself over Geet, as he captured her lips in a frenzy and passionate kiss, which made her go breathless as he went breathless by her reciprocation. As they parted for breath, Maan went southwards to worship her swan-like neck and collarbone, which was soon covered with the marks of his love, while his hair was ruthlessly pulled by Geet as she lost herself completely in the ocean of passion.
No single inch of her body remained unloved by him, as pulled himself away from him to take the final step in their passionate love-making to take their relationship to the next level.
" I am sorry, Geet. This will hurt you." Maan warned her in breathy tone, while Geet looked at him with her eyes wet with tears of love.
" If your love hurts Maan, then I am ready to be hurt every single second of my life." Geet's answer made his heart flutter with happiness and love.
With one single thrust, they had become one while the warm blood of hers greeted him at the entrance of her womanhood. As gasps of pain escaped her mouth, Maan stilled himself inside her while capturing her lips in gentle kiss after whispering sweet-nothings in her ears.
But soon the gasps of pain, turned into the moans of immense pleasure and groans of intense love.
And finally, after giving a trial by fire they had found their night of love and passion to become one forever, in every way possible.
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Edited by .MereRangMein. - 9 years ago
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