Isse bhi abhi aana tha, thought Geet as she grasped the happenings. She cursed herself for lazying in the TV room, already in her nightie, when she could have very well, been enjoying her sleep on the cozy bed in her bedroom in KM.
Ab yeh phir se shuru hoga. How can I keep ignoring him all the time when I know what I do feel for him, ahhh, Geet mentally shouted.
"I hope I didn't disturb you" said Maan breaking Geet's thoughts before adding "mon amoure" to complete his sentence.
Again, those French words of his. Isse toh main!!!!!!
With all her force and determination, Geet swiftly turned around with an *almost* angry face, that is if she was really angry, and threw it to him.
"Why the hell do you keep using words which are beyond my understanding all the time???" she asked him.
Moving towards her, while giving her those killer looks with his drowsy, deep eyes, Maan replied huskily.
"Oh really cutiepie!!!! Then why can I see your cheeks turning crimson red everytime I call you by these *names*?" said Maan, but not without giving her his signature smirk.
"Wo---wo--woh, haan, woh actually my problem is not with what you say. What irritates me is the way you say *those* words," Geet quickly replied after mustering all the courage she had.
Kabhi kabhi toh lagta hain ke woh yeh sab jaan boojh ke kehta hain, he knows the effect he has on me, that's why he does like this, Geet told herself without realising that she had actually voiced her thoughts quite loud enough for him to catch them.
But the look and smirk she received from her was enough for her to know that he had heard her.
Moving towards her, like a predator moving towards its prey, Maan stopped till he finally reached her while Geet, not knowing what to do quickly turned her back to him.
"I will not mind becoming your personal translator," Maan breathed out lightly on her nape as he turned her around by the shoulder only to find a totally flustered Geet.
Caught by surprise, as she actually did not expect Maan to be in such a close proximity with her, Geet removed his hold on her shoulder as she kept moving backwards with Maan leading her until she finally landed on the sofa.
Ab toh buri tarah se phas gayi Geet! Oh God help me please, am your favorite bacha na...Geet said her silent prayer looking up as she realised that Maan was literally hovering over her on the sofa. She pressed her back tightly against the sofa as she could see Maan bending his head lower, with his eyes fastened on her almond-brown ones.
With trembling lips, Geet drew a sharp breath as she realised there was no escaping from him now. And she was right because in no time his lips were just a fraction away from hers and she herself did not get time to grasp anything when few seconds later she was locked in his arms and subjected to a groan against her lips from which a long, soul-searing kiss started.
OMG!!! My first kiss and that gadha stole it, she whined while she tried to push him away which was to no avail since he had his strong hold on her wrists which was on her back after which she gave up because she knew she was not strong enough for his rock-like chest which was glued to her body . To top it all, she was already being consumed by the storm which evoked the feelings she wanted to ignore, once again in her. In fact, much to her surprise and his *pleasure* if she could put it, she responded him with equal fervorwhich made him deepen the kiss even more.
After a while, they finally broke the kiss. Maan who was literally doing a *bhangra* inwardly, clearly pleased by her response to him , let out a nearly silent chuckle which obviously did not go unheard by Geet as he watched her fixing the ground wishing for it to consume her as going by her hot-tinted cheeks with the blaze of red wild poppies, he knew she was embarrassed and maybe she was even blushing, he thought.
He had not intended on kissing her because he knew she was not ready yet for him and he never wanted to force her into anything. But whenever he sees her, he himself does not know how he loses control. In another circumstance, Maan would have been guilty and cursing himself for kissing her like this, but aware of how she had responded to him and matched him in every way possible, Maan knew that she also did not regret anything. If only she would have stopped being a drama queen, Maan told himself. Just because he had lived with the *playboy* tag during his college days doesn't mean that he cannot be someone who can actually love and be loved, Maan thought with exasperation.
Pin drop silence!!!!!!!
After what seemed like eternity to Maan, Geet finally looked up at him with quite an angry face accompanied by a pout which seemed cute to Maan even then.
After tasting the cherry few moments earlier, which was sweeter than he had imagined, Maan really wanted to have the whole tree for himself but well he knew it wasn't the right time. For the time being, Miss Handa was supposedly angry and he had to *remedy* the situation . Control Maan!!!!! He told himself.
Getting off the couch, Geet adjusted her hair which quite looked a nest after the little *session* which just took place.
As she looked up to see Maan's grinning face, she poked her finger into his *chest* before starting.
" You-you how dare you!!!! You just stole my first kiss which I had reserved for my husband. I hate you."
"Oh c'mon Geet, you were equally responsive and waise bhi you and I both know that I am that special person of yours. So, there's nothing wrong if something which had to happen later happened sooner," Maan shot it back at her, clearly hurt when she said she hates him. He knew she didn't really mean that, but even jokingly he couldn't bear hearing this from her.
As Maan started moving towards her to grab her shoulders once again, Geet moved backwards.
"Don't you dare come near me again. Tum ne phir se *woh* kia toh???? Mummy ko pata chala na toh unhone toh meri jaan leni hain." Geet finished with her cute pout once again.
"C'mon Geet, don't you trust me to behave myself around you even a bit kya?"
Geet shot a look of disbelief at him wondering what was he really.
"Had you asked me that few minutes earlier, Mr Maan, then, maybe, I would have never questioned you. Abhi toh aisa lagta hain ke tum abhi bhi wahi , pehle wale Maan ho. Pata nahi kitne saari ladkiyon ke saath tumne *woh*, chi chi chi," she ended with a look of disgust.
"Trust me, *mon amoure*, you're the only around whom I lose control," Maan said in a quite soft yet manly voice as he quickly wrapped his arms around her waist, with a piercing gaze on her face.
Geet could swear having felt a tight knot building inside her while she was having those butterfly like sensations she used to read about in the romantic novels she was fond of.
Could he mean what he was saying? Was Maan really a changed person? Could she finally trust him and give him her most precious thing? All the questions left her mind as she let out a loud shriek the moment darkness engulfed both of them.
Tum Se Tum Tak
Sampoorna
Jhanak
Shiv Shakti
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