Wishful Thinking -2 Upd - 01/27 pg 80 - Page 49

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Khoobsurat Khataa

Maan had been bowled over with the surprise she had given him. He had been touched by her thoughtfulness. He had melted but had kept a stoic front and to top it teased her mercilessly. He had done some reparation with the Mousse for his little mouse hearted dream but he wanted to go beyond.

He realized their relationship had moved up another notch and with their courtship taking a new turn, he had got her a gift as well when he had got his little sister a surprise.

He had gone to her Mayka early in the morning not unlike the other day. He had felt the need ever since the day he had seen yet another attempt on her life. He could not get over this feeling that if he ever took his eyes off of her, something terrible was going to happen to her.

He was going to fulfill the promises he had made to her and to himself. He was not going to let her brother or his sister in law come and destroy the very happiness that he had been waiting for all his life. She was too precious for him.

With gift laden hands he had knocked on her door and entered to find Geet, coming out of the bathroom in a purple colored salwaar kameez . She looked beautiful in her simplicity. Wet hair, which she was brushing dry with a towel and he stood at the threshold, spell bound and enthralled at the vision she created.

He went upto her and said, "Geet, Mein kuch laya hoon tumhare liye' Please aaj ye pehno'"

Geet looked down at her perfectly adequate salwaar kameez and wondered what Maan was upto. He had taken to troubling her ever since she had agreed to marry him, ever since she had asked him to stay with her that night. She did not know if it was to keep her mind off the terrible things that were meant to kill her or it was just a new facet of Maan that she was seeing. The one that not so shareef, but one she loved none the less. She felt cacooned and protected under his care and she knew his love for her made it all worthwhile, all the heartache and the pain she had endured in her life.

"aap kyon itne achche hain?" she could not help asking with her eyes misting over.

She opened the package to find a blue and pink with heavily embroidered saree and looked up at him in puzzlement.

Maan smiled and said, "Aaj ek nayee company ka inauguration karna hai aur woh bhi tumhare haathon, so I want you to wear this. Chalo ab jaldi se ready ho jao."

Geet pointed to the door and said, "aap jaiye toh mein tayyar hongi na."

Maan gave a lopsided smile and said, "Shaadi ke baad bhi aise hi bhagaogi room se mujhe? Nahin na, Toh abhi kyon bhaga rahi ho, Mein turn ho jaata hoon, tum change kar lo."

Geet blushed as the mischievious grin he sported and pushed at his chest and told him, "Aap jao, mujhe tanng mat karo."

But Maan refused to budge, "Nahin, Mein nahin jaaonga, aur tum yahin change karogi. Chalo jaldi karo, mahurat nikal jaayega." He stood folding his arms and waited.

Geet giving up, put her hands on his shoulders, turned him and said, "dekhiye, be-imaani nahi chalegi, aap mudna mat." Then turned and changed into the blouse and skirt and started to wear the saree when she heard an indrawn breath and looked up.

She found him peeking at her and turned away but the grip on the saree loosened and it fell off from her hands. She covered herself crossing her hands and stood there with bowed head. He had moved up to her, bent to pick up the saree and held it between them like a curtain. "Chalo mein help kar doon" he said and tucked the saree in the waist.

A frission of awareness ran through her as his fingers brushed her navel and she sucked in her breath but she could not move, it was as if she had turned to stone. She even closed her eyes lest the feelings she experienced overwhelmed her but that only heightened her emotions. She sighed as she heard him whisper in her ears, "Mishti, ghoomo," and turned her with his hand around her waist.

Geet like a robot did his bidding and let him put the saree around her. The draped the saree and then took the pallo and put it on her shoulder. He then took one end of it and placed it over her head and muttered, "Mera Khwab; teri maang mein sajadoon, tujhe tika mein laga doon, kangan pehna doon, aaj tujhe apne haathon se mein Dulhan sa tayyar karoon, mujhe haq hain na."

Geet gulped as she felt his finger trace the hairline and run down her cheeks as he said the most beautiful words that made her feel like the most beautiful woman on this earth.

She put her head on his chest and whispered, "Aap kyon itne achche hain?"

Maan lifted her chin and replied, "Kyon ki tum meri ho...sirft meri ho."

Aise To Na Dekho, Ke Humko Nasha Ho Jaye
Khoobsurat Si Koi Humse Khata Ho Jaye
Aise To Na Dekho...

Tum Humein Roko Phir Bhi Hum Na Ruken
Tum Kaho Kaafir Phir Bhi Aise Jhuken
Kadam-E-Naaz Pe Ik Sajda Ada Ho Jaye
Aise To Na Dekho...

Yoon Na Ho Aankhen Rahen Kaajal Gholen
Badh Ke Bekhudi Haseen Gesu Kholen
Khul Ke Phir Zulfen Siyah Kali Bala Ho Jaaye
Aise To Na Dekho...

Hum To Masti Mein Jaane Kya Kya Kahen
Lab-E-Naazuk Se Aisa Na Ho Tumhein
Beqarari Ka Gila Hum Se Siva Ho Jaye
Aise To Na Dekho...