couldn't help..had to write.some more...
The slow death…
Maan cursed himself for doing this. He hated himself. He wanted her, he saw today something in her eyes that told him she wanted him too. But he had walked away. Why? Was it because she riled him up all the time? What was it that rendered him helpless to his emotions, to her. He took the easy way out, he knew she was his slow death. She killed him with a look, burned him with a smile. She ran off like a child most of the time, but god was she a woman, who made him feel almost barbarian. He wanted to pick her up and walk away, where only him and her were there, no one else. Not a soul. He was driving himself mad, he thought with impossible dreams.
He knew he should stay away, but her lure was like flame scorching him with its heat. No amount of shower, exercise exorcised her from his soul, she had ingrained herself deep, so deep that to try and wrench her out from there would only hurt him. She had become the very air he breathed. The light he was in the sun's rays. The dew on flowers. Since when had Maan Singh Khurana started noticing all these things, he punished himself with self analysis. Since she came into your life, replied his conscience. Own up Maan Singh Khurana, its not Daadi, its not the lateness of the hour, its You who does not want her to go.
What did she mean when she said she knew she was his nemesis. Oh did she really? Did she really know what she did to him and if she did, why, why leave him? Why leave him in this state of delirium, Why does not alleviate this madness in him by some action. She suddenly had become passive he noticed yet she had touched him like she could not help herself. That ought to mean something right?
Maan pulled his hair in frustration, went for a much needed shower, letting the cold sharp sting of the spray numb him at least temporarily to the feel that still lingered. Oh when she had traced her fingers, he had felt the earth move, literally. It was with a humungous effort that he had extricated himself from her touch, to walk away like he felt nothing.
He shut the shower because there was nothing it could do anymore for him, her thoughts had returned, ha they never left him. He put towel around his hips and walked out using another towel to rub his hair, even though droplets of water clung to his skin and ran down his chest and back as he walked briskly towards his cupboard.
Geet was standing in the room. She had stopped seeing him coming out of the shower. If the track pant had make her heart skitter like a water droplets on hot pan, this was going from frying pan to the fire. Maan in all his splendor and abandon, wet body except for the part covering him with a towel that left nothing to imagination of the curves of his hips, the shape of his thighs, the muscles rippling with each step. She tried to lift her gaze to his face which was right now covered in a towel, he was using to wipe his face and hair briskly, so manly she thought inanely, rooted other than her wandering scrutiny of him. She settled on his biceps first looking at the bulge, she gulped, how strong he was. Her eyes shifted to his chest, she traced his muscles with her eyes, the way she had traced them earlier with her hands.
Lost in her fancy, she did not notice he had stopped rubbing his hair and taken the towel off his face to see a very still Geet, as if she had been conjured up by will, he walked to this unblinking mannequin that stood just inside his bedroom door. He knew his mind must be playing tricks on him, so he went up to her, gave her a smile and ran a finger down her cheek. No reaction. Hmm, typical he thought, she tortures him in his dreams and in real and she is unaffected by him.
Geet blinks, her lips part a few seconds after Maan had trailed his finger down her cheek. He looks at her then and says, So, what do you want Geet? What now?
She unable to reply, gulps, still reeling from the vision that now was mere centimeters away, the only noise she could hear was her heart beating a staccato that threatened to deafen her. She looked up into his eyes and saw a droplet escape his hairline and run down the side of his head. First she followed it with her eyes, gave a half smile as if finding the uncontrollable drop a salute for disobeying Maan Singh Khurana and ran her hand up the jawline to the temple to where the drop had started its journey and tried to put it back where it began because she knew Maan does not like disobeyance.
Maan, tortured beyond his control, took her wrist in his hand and took her fingers in his mouth, licking off the errant drop. Geet gasped, but she felt a sensation that was alien yet wanted. She knew why she had come to his bedroom. She had not wanted that moment outside to be over. But she did not know what she wanted till he had taken her fingers in his mouth. The emotion was so strong that she had tears glittering in her eyes and then they ran down her cheeks in the release they felt at the freedom of the emotion let loose. She had just found wings, she smiled through her tears which stunned Maan. He could take anything but not her tears, he just folded her into his arms, hugging her to him. He thought she was in pain, but then he felt her tilt her head back as if rejoicing in a new found freedom.
Maan looked at the curve of her neck and could not stop himself from touching the base of her throat with his lips, just next to where her pulse beat. Feeling the thrum of her heartbeat that echoed his. He mapped out a line on her throat with kisses light as feather, still she bucked in his arms as if he had singed her. He kissed her chin and slowly moved up to her lips, locking them with his feeling the softness, taste the sweetness and take in her breath into his. He outlined his toungue on her lips, as he ground himself into her and clutched her even closer, splaying his hands on her back and bending her at the same time. Geet breathed Maan! And he became even more ardorous if that was possible. His name on her lips was like fuel to his passion. He bent her further to get even more access to her mouth, let his hand cradle her head and body support her weight.
Geet was lost in sensation after sensation that washed over like waves, a new one higher than the last one. She wanted more, she wanted to be closer, she wanted him. The thought stilled her. Her eyes flew open and she stiffened in his arms.
Maan felt it the second something changed in her. She had gone still, stiff, as if regretting what just happened. He let her go when she showed signs of protest and straightened and brought her up as well. the minute he let his hands fall by his side, he heard Geet moan, turn and run out of the room…
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