First Part : Maaneet Shaadi and Suhaag Raat
"So," Vicky says as he plays with the cup between his hands. "Where are my lovely Veer-ji and Bhabhi-ji honeymooning?"
"Egypt," Maan answers, calmly.
"Really Maan beta?" Dadima looks surprised. "Why Egypt?"
"Well it sounds like a exotic place and it's warm," Geet answers instead.
"What!," Vicky says blandly, "You're going to Eygpt because it's warm? I thought you guys would go somewhere more romantic!"
Maan starts to answer again, but Geet places a hand on his thigh and squeezes. "Well Eygpt is romantic too devar-ji, just think of all the historical love stories such as that of Ceasar and Cleopatra ," Geet says.
Maan is stunned that Geet would do something like this..beneath the table.... that too while in Vicky and Dadima's presence...hmmm so his sherni wants to play dirty huh... bring it on.
As Dadima quietly listens, while Vicky argues that Ceasar was a playboy and that France is a far more romantic honeymooning place while Geet counters that she doesn't want to go somewhere as cold as France, Maan casually props his elbow on the table, pretending to rub his stubble and he drops the other hand into his lap, where it quickly moves into Geet's.
Geet stiffens.
"Just, so you know, Eygpt is the place to go because it's hot," Maan casually states as he proceeds to play just as dirty as Geet.
"Hmm.... I'm sure," Vicky says, his eyes laughing, while Dadima still remains ignorant of what's going on in her kitchen.
*****
"Hello Mr and Mrs Khurana?" the Man behind the welcome desk greets.
Maan nods in response and says, "The honeymoon suite, please."
The Man nods, pulling a key from the drawer. "Especially reserved for the Khurana's," he says as he hands it over.
"Thank you?" Maan says, his voice bland, "We'll see ourselves up."
*****
They are halfway to their room when Maan slams Geet against the wall, taking her mouth with his own. He kisses Geet, hard and hungry.
After a moment, someone coughs politely.
Maan opens his eyes to see Geet sagged against the wall, lips swollen and her eyes looking into his own wild and full of desire. He turns to see an Egyptian couple standing in the hallway. The man is blushing furiously and the woman looks...intrigued. She gestures at them, and Maan realizes that he has not shoved Geet against a wall, but a door. The figure of a goddess smiles down at him from above the doorframe. Hmmm. Not even their door then.
"Sorry," he says, forcing the words from his mouth as his pulse races. He knows that the woman probably can't understand his words, but is sure she knows exactly what he's saying. Blushes are, if anything is, the universal language.
He pulls Geet properly to her feet and they stumble, the last few feet to their room, half-mad with the need to touch, where the statue of Anubis leers down at them. Geet fumbles with the key, taking far too long with it and Maan leans against the door frame, smiling at the other couple as the man mutters under his breath to his companion. The Woman rolls her eyes at Maan when her companion turns to the door and Maan winks back in understanding before the other couple disappear into their room. Geet finally managed to get the door open and the other couple is forgotten the moment the door clicks shut behind them.
"Maan," Geet whispers huskily.
"Geet," he states. They are both breathing heavily, only inches between them, inches that feel like miles.
"If you don't take your clothes off right now," Geet says much more matter-of-factly than she is feeling, "I am going to rip them off you."
Maan considers for the barest of moments saying something utterly flippant and sarcastic that would have been accompanied by a leer of his own. But it is only the barest of moments because he realizes that speaking now would be a waste of valuable time.
He slowly strips while moving Geet backwards, he then places his hands on Geet's waist untucking her sari from her skirt. "I am going to enjoy undressing you Mrs Khurana," he says, his hands guiding Geet, leading her and then gently placing her down onto the bed. "But first, I have a present for you."
"You do?" Geet asks, her eyes lighting up.
"I'" Maan starts to say but loses his train of thought abruptly when Geet's tongue emerges from her mouth to lick her lips. Maan shakes his head, forcing himself back to coherent thoughts. "Not fair," he grumbles as he tries to remember whatever it was he was about to do.
"What's not fair?" Geet says, coyly cocking her head, the lust receding to make room for confusion.
"That," Maan says, his fingers fluttering just by Geet's lips, just a hair's breadth away. "That 'the lip licking!"
"What?" Geet asks, licking her lips again.
"Geet," Maan grunts, the matter of the gift forgotten as he joins his wife on their honeymoon bed.
*****
"You are going to kill me before I'm fourty," Maan says as calmly as he can manage, his voice level despite the fact that his chest is heaving up and down, threatening to fall in altogether.
Geet laughs and Maan turns his head in her direction.
"I didn't know I could do that so many times in a row," Maan says, his words muffled against Geet's shoulder. "Didn't know you could either."
Geet laughs again, and Maan can feel the calm thudding of Geet's heartbeat in his ear.
"Don't know where you get the energy," Maan mutters. "I know your eighteen and energetic but sheesh."
"Well, your 28... the age at which a man is considered the most virile!" Geet says, her arms reaching out to pull Maan closer, " Now stop whining!"
*****
Thirty-five, Maan thinks sometime later. I'll be lucky if I make it to thirty-five.
*****
Hours later and the situation is reversed.....
"Please," Geet says, nearly begging. "Please stop. You're going to kill me, Maan."
"What?" Maan asks, looking amused. "It's only been'what?'ten'"
"Twelve," Geet corrects.
"Ok Twelve times," Maan amends.
"In as many hours " Geet yelps. "You've got to stop, Maan."
"Gee-" Maan starts to say, taking a step forward.
Geet holds her hands up in front of herself. "Stay away! I mean it, Maan! Don't come any nearer!"
Maan freezes and then smirks. "But'"
"No!" Geet yells. "I mean it! Come any closer and I'll'I'll-"
"You'll what?"
Geet draws a complete blank when Maan takes a step forward, a feral look in his eyes, almost as though he's stalking prey.
"I don't know," Geet admits. "But it will be horrible!"
"Will it?" Maan asks, taking another step closer.
"Yes," Geet whispers. "It will be horrible," she says again, backing up slowly. "There will be' there will be carnage!"
Geet could swear that she saw Maan's eyes glint at the word, his whole body tensing.
Hai Baba-ji, Geet thinks as Maan pulls her towards him for another kiss and more. There isn't really anything wrong with coming home well and truly knackered from one's honeymoon.... is there?
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