Maan was nineteen years old when he lost his virginity. His first time was his worst time. The clumsy movements of hands and legs gave him the biggest disappointment about sex. Even as a teenager, Maan never understood all the hype about sex. For the fear of being misjudged, he never confessed that he was not as crazy for sex as any hot blooded man was supposed to be. Between his first time ever and his first time with his long time girl friend Sameera, he had sex with only one girl, who was his junior in college. Too naive for society's standard set for a rich eligible boy with handsome looks. Just the act of the body felt too mechanical for Maan's liking. Somewhere between lust and desire, feelings and emotions took a back seat. The mechanical act only put off Maan every time making him wonder what he was lacking. "May be this is how it is with everyone" he convinced himself, "I am expecting too much."
It was easy for Maan to go by his notion of love and sex. For an escapist like Maan, the idea of not mixing love with physical pleasure worked conveniently. He felt less selfish every time he got intimate with Sameera. He felt less guilty for not being the kind of boyfriend who spoons after love making or who whispers sweet nothings in ears. He was generous in bed indeed, but it was more like a mutual agreement of pleasure and nothing more.
Maan was forced to rethink about the beliefs he carefully conceived with years of life experience. The change that happened to him came as a shocker. Maan was initially unsure if it was actually happening to him or if he was being delusional.
Geet became everything that Maan thought was impossible for a woman to be in his life. The craving he felt for her in her absence scared him most of the times. The transformation from being a person who feared love to the person who demanded 24*7 attention caught Maan off guard. He was not this person. How did he come to become this person?
Maan will be a typical shayar if he gives all credits to her eyes for captivating him in her. But that was too clich even for him. He was not going to go the easy way. He knew as much as her eyes were powerful enough to leave him breathless, he was not going to give all credits to her eyes.
Maan never want to figure out the reason for it. If he is able to decipher the one mystical thread that pulled him to his wife, it wouldn't be the same. He was not ready for that kind of discovery yet. He wanted to just walk around the maze lost without ever reaching the destination.
"Maan, yeh kya kar rahe hai? Chodiye humein."
This became Maan's favourite words from Geet's mouth. It will be astonishing to learn how these words present new context with change in tone and circumstance.
Holding hands was the most overrated gesture for Maan. It was as good as plastering yourself to someone, he would say. But, he was not spared by the most juvenile act of romance when his time came. Maan enjoyed holding his wife's hands. It was no PDA. Nothing about holding hands was for display. It was just the feel of her skin against his that he wanted. She was his sun that provided him energy.
"Maan, yeh kya kar rahe hai? Chodiye humein."
She would say every time he holds her hand when they were in the company of the family. But, he knew she was not admonishing his behaviour rather it was just out of habit. Because, his wife would cutely blush and hide their entwined hands under her duapatta lest anyone would see it.
Stolen kisses were too risky, that is what Maan believed. He never understood the need to hide from the world for a kiss from someone who legibly was yours to kiss behind the closed doors, until he met his wife. It was not about physical need, Maan can vouch for it. It was more about the want to be near the person you love and make sure that whatever is happening with you is not dream. It is the reality of your life.
"Maan, yeh kya kar rahe hai? Chodiye humein."
Geet would often chide. However, that wouldn't stop her from curiously checking the surrounding for any intruder before wounding her hands around his neck.
Kisses with his wife are Maan's most favourite. She becomes the playful young girl who challenges him for tongue tussle.
"Aap bahut batameez hogaye hain."
She would say every time after he bestows her with breathless kiss. Another phrase of his wife whose meaning changes with context.
Maan has seen many gorgeous models in nothing except flimsy undergarments. So, he is going to be honest with himself and say that show of skin doesn't turn him on solely. However, we are not talking about skin show of any woman here, the woman here is Geet, his beautiful wife. Just a glance of her body sends shivers down him.
"Maan, yeh kya kar rahe hai? Chodiye humein."
She would complain every time she wears a saree and he without excuse keeps touching her waist or her back.
"Aap bahut batameez hogaye hain."
Maan once told her that she was very whiny and he wouldn't complain like this if she touches him.
It was not supposed to be a challenge, but trust his wife to take it as a challenge (much to Maan's pleasure).
Everyone who thinks Geet to be innocent should take Maan's opinion. Maan wouldn't get into details why his young wife is anything but innocent, but he can bet on his favourite plants that she isn't one. She proved him right again with the means she used to win the challenge.
Very slyly and subtly Geet caressed her husband's taut thigh in the middle of a business dinner they attended together. While her face played the innocent damsel act, her perfectly manicured fingers almost grazed his manhood. Our hero didn't whine. He was too macho to do that. However, he left the dinner quickly on pretext of work. Geet protested innocently at missing her favourite dessert. Her protests lulled with a last "Maan, yeh kya kar rahe hai? Chodiye humein." once inside their room.
That was the day Maan realized that he has created a vixen. The morning after their passionate encounter that followed the challenge, Maan was very happy that his wife was more willing and less shy.
Initial days of love making were extremely jolting for Geet. Her whole body shivered the first time he took off her bra. Her breathing hitched and Geet's eyes were wide in surprise due to his actions. Until the pleasure took over her senses Geet was scared hiding herself under his body. It took one week (rather 15 times) for Geet before she openly let him touch her intimately without her brain doing too much thinking. Her first reaction to his manhood made her let out an audibly gasp. Though the reaction increased his pride on his asset, it didn't let Maan convince her to do the deed the very first night. He kissed her calmly, relaxing her and cajoled her to sleep convincing that they had enough action for that day.
Maan felt as nervous as his first time when he (and her) finally decided that they were ready to hit the heights of marital pleasure. How could he forget his wife's persuading argument that he was too big and capable enough to hurt her? It again took lots of kisses and confidence on Maan's part before compelling his wife to trust him.
All of that seemed like a long time ago while looking at a wife who turned into a wild cat. She was willing in both giving and taking much to Maan's merry. It gave him enough confidence to voice what had been the one fantasy that he always went to sleep with.
"Aap bahut batameez hogaye hain."
Geet complained. She quivered in her husband's arms. Her lips called him 'besharam' for his demand, but her eyes already gleamed with mischief. It didn't take much persuasion from Maan's side. Geet was more than happy to support her husband in his fantasy.
Colours always fascinated Maan, but colour on soft fair skin of his wife was out of the world sight. Scouring organic colour on his wife's smooth skin seemed much better in reality than fantasy. She squirmed under his touch gracefully. He brushed his finger tips dipped in red colour on her flat stomach and pinched her waist teasingly.
"Maan, yeh kya kar rahe hai? Chodiye humein."
Of course she didn't mean it. Even if Maan has left her that minute, Geet wouldn't have let her husband away before exhausting themselves completely.
That night was about Maan's fantasy until the second round; later it completely became Geet's night. Holding her husband's hand in tight grip, Geet started kissing from his lips down his throat. Excited Maan gave into her demands and let her take the lead. She was hesitant at the same time eager to do everything to her husband that she has imagined in her mind. When Maan stopped her from getting off him and encouraged her to sit on him, Geet looked at him completely bemused. She was still naive to many new experiences. Maan fervently encouraged her and guided her. The result was pleasurable for both of them.
Lying side by side with his wife, Maan let himself ponder on how his life has changed and how his notion changed on love making. Maan propped himself on his elbow and looked at Geet with a smile.
How silly of him to think that love in love making was a myth. Such a fool he was. All those years, before Geet, he didn't find someone to love and that is why sex was a physical need for him rather than emotional one. But, now with Geet by his side, Maan felt like a new man. Maan traced his wife's face with his index finger.
"Maan, yeh kya kar rahe hai? Chodiye humein."
This time Maan knew his wife actually meant it. She must be exhausted and she needs sleep. Maan moved closer to her and pulled her body close to his. He cannot imagine a single night without plastering himself close to her. Placing soft kisses on her earlobe and cheeks, Maan whispered how much he loves his wife. A tired Geet turned to face her husband and cuddled closer, hugging him. She slept peacefully like a child when her husband spent whole night admiring her and wondering how he got lucky enough to have her in his life.
Early morning next day, the sun thoroughly kissed flawless skin of Geet that was not covered by the thin duvet. Well, her dear husband did the work of kissing her skin closely covered under the duvet. Geet woke up to her bosoms being grazed slightly with her husband's teeth.
A frown formed on her face even as her body became excited by the way she was touched. She moaned in her half asleep state. Her hand held the back of his head and pulled him closer while her lips mumbled sweetly, "Maan, yeh kya kar rahe hai? Chodiye humein."
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