In Ruins – continuation of Burning the midnight Oil
Maan and Geet took some time to get ready and the coffee did go cold sidelined by their hot session. Maan could not get enough of his wife, even though he felt a little guilty at hurting the child or taxing Geet to the point of exhaustion but if he eased off in concern, his Hoshiarpur Express sure knew how to bulldoze him. He smiled as he took a shower and got dressed. She had just left pleading last minute work to be done on the design. He had brought her to the shower and had given her a second one even though she protested vehemently about the lateness but Maan could not resist the need to keep her to him. He had still been the playful mood that she, only she, seemed to bring out in him. He had not made love to her in the shower, even though he seemed to be ready despite having reached the pinnacle not long ago. He had just given her a shower with as much detachment he could muster in lathering her body with soap and washing it off with patience and thoroughness that had Geet panting and she had insisted he either complete the task or leave her now. He had reluctantly let her go after running a possessive hand over her stomach, letting her know that consideration for the junior was the only reason she could get away.
Geet had tears in her eyes as she went out and dried herself and got dressed wondering how she got so lucky as to find happiness with this man. She never could have believed the day she had been betrayed, abandoned and robbed that there was a man who would wipe away all her sorrows with so much love and care.
She hugged herself and in turn her baby to let it know that they were going to be cared for and they had someone of their own who loved them immensely.
Maan came out of the shower and got dressed. He went downstairs to the kitchen to find breakfast ready for him and Geet was bringing the pan of scrambled eggs on the dining table. He asked her not to do so much and let Nakul take care of such mundane tasks.
They had breakfast and then went to the site which they were looking at buying. Maan had been skeptical of the viability but it had been Geet who had seen the photographs of the ruined hotel and had wanted to restore and rebuild to reflect the Indian culture. She had felt the hotel would be ideal for a place like Hoshiarpur which was known for its religious importance and a hotel that provided accommodation at a reasonable price that would benefit travelers and the business.
They reached the said site which was nestled amongst hills that developed seasonal water falls. Geet looked at the waterfalls in admiration. Even though she saw them every season since childhood, every time they appeared they looked brand new to her. She smiled and Maan caught the look and asked her if she wanted to go and look closely at the waterfall behind the hotel.
Geet was too tempted and they made their way through the rough path up the mound towards the waterfall which was not big but the flow of water looked enticing to Geet to play with. Maan held her hand as he navigated through the stones and uneven terrain and just as they were to reach over the mound and see the full view of the waterfall over it, they heard some sounds of laughter. Maan and Geet stopped and peeked from behind the shrubs and saw a couple having fun under the waterfall.
Geet looked at them with rounded eyes and then turned to look at Maan who seemed equally riveted. Geet was about to speak when Maan pulled her into him, moved behind deeper into the shrubs and whispered, "Don't make noise."
Geet questioned him with his eyes and he turned her again towards the scene unfolding before them and put his arms around her to keep her still.
A couple soaked to the skin and wearing nothing seemed to be too lost in each other to realize they had company. They were hugging and laughing as they played with water and each other in an abandonment that was enviable.
Maan and Geet were rooted to the spot and watched even though both of them knew they were intruding on someone's private moments. It did not seem right, even though they were not trespassing, to be unable to take their eyes away at the love that the couple seemed to share and the joy they were deriving out of this impulsive tryst.
Maan whispered, "Dekho unko Geet, kitne masti mein hain, aur ek tum ho… apne kamre mein bhi sharmaati ho"
Geet elbows him and Maan goes… "ouch…ab meine aisa kya keh diya… agar mein sach nahi keh raha toh…tum mere saath woh karogi…jo woh kar rahe hain?"
Geet turns, puts a hand on his mouth and blushingly said, "Bas kijiye, aap itna shararati to pehle nahi the…" then realizes she should have put a hand on his eyes which were dancing in merriment. She then pulled his hand and retreated towards the hotel.
Maan still in teasing mood went close to her ears and said, "kyon ab waterfall dekhne nahi jaana?"
Geet stopped and Maan bumped into her and she looked over her shoulder and said, "Nahi…aaj nahi…phir kabhi…ab chaliye…hotel dekh lete hain…" pulling him behind her as she descended the mound.
They went into the hotel which looked dilapidated and smelled of mould and desertion. They went through the rooms talking about the changes they could make and how the restoration would bring life into this derelict structure.
It was the Suite on the first floor that triggered her memory. It reminded her of the Suhaag Raat and how Maan had made love to her in a room not unlike this one. It had been a huge room with high ceiling, a chandelier that was big but not dominating. The bed had been the focal point of the room with carved head board and bed posts. It had been decorated with white flowers and petals strewn on the bed. The sheets were milky white made of silk and she had looked lovely in her red lehengha. Maan had come into the room looking dashing in cream sherwani and a red sash around his neck.
Geet remembered feeling excited and shy at the same time and how Maan had drawn her out of her shell with patient yet teasing ministrations. He had teased her on her shyness just the way he had done out there and Geet wanted to show Maan that now more than a month into their marriage, she was not as shy as she had been the first night they had been intimate.
Geet came out of her reverie and looked at Maan who was watching the hills outside the window and she went up to him and put her arms around his waist and hugged him from behind.
Maan looked over his shoulder and smiled as he spoke what her thoughts had been running over, "Ye room bhi waisa hi hain na…?"
Geet could not help but be surprised at the way which their thoughts seemed to be attuned and put her hand against his heart in a gesture that told him exactly what she had been thinking. She then turned him towards her and held his head in her hands and lowered it to her level and kissed him much like how he had done that night. She molded her lips to his and kissed him with ardor and passion that told him that she was as affected by the scene they had witnessed some time back as he was and her shyness was now nowhere to be seen.
She moved into him and nuzzled his neck, a bold move to show him that this chuha dil had enough himmat now to test his control too just the way he had done a month back. She ran her tongue on his beating pulse and whispered, "Mujhe sirf room hi nahi…bahut kuch yaad..hai…" and bit on his ear lobe.
Maan realized his wife was doing exactly what he had done that day to her and she was trying to jump into the deep end of their love making. Till date it had been mostly him who had initiated their love making and he was immensely aroused to have his wife take such a bold step. He did not think his wife could be so affected with watching a couple make love but he was glad of that accident. He gathered her into his arms and kissed her back with fervor and murmured, "If you want to continue what you are doing, we had better go home… unless you don't mind someone interrupting us…"
"Darr gaye…abhi toh keh rahe..the… mein sharmaati hoon…ab…aapko kya hua…" Geet countered boldly nestling deeper into his arms confident in the knowledge that he would never ever do anything to put them in a compromising position.
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