OS - A CUTE ONE

'what', she said annoyed

He laughed while bringing out a chocolate cone from behind. She squealed delightedly. She gently took the ice-cream and put the thick-soft brown into her mouth enjoying the coolness it gave her on her lips on her tongue, the taste of cocoa sugar and cream. She couldn't help but smack her lips together. She opened her mouth to have another bite, when she noticed maan looking at her, in a you're-so-sexy kind of way. She asked him, ' aapko ice-cream nahi khani sir', maan felt annoyed he absolutely had to act as if he hated the word 'sir' for it was the only way he could make her call his name without any hesitation. 'Sorry, maan' she said apologetically and a little fearfully.

He tilted his head 'why wont you share it with me?'

'yeh ice-cream' she asked with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

'nahi nahi yeh to mein akele hi khaungi'

Maan caught the fact that she was playing around ' dekho', he said as he moved forward and she, her usual moved backward. ' ek ice-cream share karne se, pyaar barta hai'

'acha, she said still moving behind , damn the wall she thought as she was stuck now. Meine to aisa kabhi nahi suna.' She said.

Maan came closer now and the game started.

'nahi main aapko nahin doongi', she said as she tried hard to get the cone without breaking or spilling it.

'dekh ta hoon ke tum kaise mujse bachpati ho'

He held her waist on one hand and started snatching the ice-cream with another and LO!

All the ice-cream had landed on maan's right cheek.

Geet looked at him, laughed hard. She slowly moved her face close to maan's and put her lips to his cheek. She gently started removing the ice-cream kissing along as she went. She sucked, licked every part of the cheek which had ice-cream in it. Maan had his eyes closed enjoying the moment, feeling her soft touch of lips, her smell, her breath on him. when she pulled out she laughed at his expressions and started to run but in vain. he caught her arm just in time and pulled her back. 'kitni baar bhago gi' he smirked. 'mujhe ghar jaana hai' she said

'acha itna sab kuch kar ke, ab tum mujhe chor kar ghar jaana chahti ho' 'appko chor kar nahi' she whispered in his ear, 'aap ke saath' she laughed as she ran. 'geet ruko' he said. They were so close to home that they could run home. So he ran behind her, listening to her laughter ahead, he couldn't help but smile 'frustrated yet smiling' he said to himself. Damn this girl. He laughed at the thought and continued his way ahead knowing that geet had already reached home.

Geet rushed upstairs knowing that maan was right behind her. 'geet ruko' he said as he sped faster than her. She was just about to close the door, when he held his hand and stopped it. geet looked at him, fearful that he was so close, yet soo enjoying the moment. 'ab' he whispered as he came closer to her, pulling her waist. ' abb'' she murmured confused, her thought processor off, with maan so close to her, she just couldn't speak. while maan tilted his head and smiled. ' ab main kapre try karne jaa rahi hoon' she said finally getting her voice. As she went, maan held her from the back and brought her back close to him. She immediately played her cards, ' please maan, bas thodi si der aur, please'. he couldn't see her pleasing face, he couldn t hurt her, she was so vulnerable. 'Fine' he said. Geet always knew this worked and she scolded herself for being such a cheat. Clothes was just a reason. It had been long since they actually teased each other or went shopping together or had fun like any other couples had. She wore the dark pink dress with a silver work that she had bought and came out. Maan found it ok like any other dress that looked good on his geet, but he lied anyway. ' bohot acha hai, ab chalo' 'nahi' she said, her smile deceiving her. 'do aur hain' ' Paanch minute' was all he said. And geet knew she had to hurry. She quickly ignored the black one that she had bought for that was a normal one as well. Her aim was to mainly wear the read one infront of him. She wore it and came out.

Maan's face was expressionless for a while before it turned to damn serious staring sorry not staring ogling. The dress indeed fit perfectly, she thought. Very perfectly indeed maan thought, it showed her curves and the low cut made her look even more sexy revealing her toned sexy legs. There was also lots of cleavage show. 'yeh tum'tumne.. kaise kapre pehne hai' was all he could say. ' yeh tumhare liye tha.. she said as she planned to make a quick walk towards the door. 'main... main jaa rahi hoon' and this time she was successful. She ran downstairs and started hiding. She knew there was no one downstairs the whole house was on them, she had to take advantage of that. Maan ran behind her, 'geet, geet ruko' 'kahan ho tum geet' he started searching for her eyes, yearning to see her. ' dekho geet, bahar aajao.' Geet giggled butterflies soared in her stomach, finally a hand grasped her, pulled her. ' kahan jaaogi.' He smirked successful. 'main tumhe..' before he could finish she looked towards the entrance and screamed ' daadimaa..' maan left her hand and she started running towards the table. 'geet' he said really annoyed now. He chased her around the table smiling listening to geet's squeals.

'dekho ab bohot hogaya' he said trying to sound angry. He caught her within a few seconds, lifted her in his arms and made his way up the stairs back to the room which now belonged to both of them. Geet laughed all the way, unbuttoning his shirt and kissing his neck as he carried her to be doomed, for she was in trouble and that meant a hell lot of paying back. She laughed blushing at the thought, and continued to kiss him.

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