A Christmas to Remember
"Maaaaaaaaaaan."
"Geeeeeeeeeet."
"Maan, let go, someone might come."
"Geet, we're married. It doesn't matter if anyone comes."
"But Maanm. What will everyone say?" she asked, struggling to get out of her husband's tight clutches.
But he refused to let go. Nuzzling her neck, he mumbled in reply "They'll think I'm romancing my wife." And saying so, he dropped her on the bed, falling right on top of her, placing soft kisses on her face. She couldn't hold back any longer, feeling overwhelmed with the love emitting from her husband, as she ran her hands through her husband's hair, softly brushing her lips across his.
He heard someone knocking on the door, and quickly looked down to see his wife completely lost in her own world. And so, choosing to ignore the person at the door, he captured his wife's lips once more in a more passionate kiss.
"Maan Bhai?! MAAN BHAI! We need to put up the lights!" someone screamed from outside.
And unlucky for Maan, Geet actually heard this time.
Quickly pushing him away, she got up from the bed and rushed into the bathroom, attempting to fix her disheveled state.
Maan groaned, wanting to kill Armaan for interrupting him, before he heard his younger brother banging on the door once again.
"MAAN BHAI! You in there? The Christmas lights have to be put up, and the little ones are alredy waiting outside. Hurry Up!"
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Geet stood in the kitchen, throwing the cookie dough onto the baking pan, wanting to decorate Christmas cookies with the kids when she suddenly felt a pair of arms snaking around her waist. The feel of his hands on her waist made her want to swoon and fall right then and there, and so for support, she leaned back into her husband's arms, enjoying the comfort and protection they had to offer.
The clanking of pots and pans outside broke the two apart from their embrace, quickly bringing Geet back to reality, as she sprang back to work.
"Geeeet. What happened now?" Maan complained, not letting go of his wife or even wanting. "Is it wrong for me to even want to spend time with my beautiful wife?"
A faint blush appeared on her cheeks, hearing her husband call her beautiful.
Yes. He still had that effect on her, even after four years of marriage.
"Maan. We're in the kitchen. ANYONE can come and go from here, so hurry up and get back to work" scolded Geet. "Everyone's working right now to prepare for the Christmas party tomorrow, and you. You're just sitting here wasting time."
He grasped her wrist and quickly turned her around, pushing her against the counter as he leaned in towards her. "Tsk Tsk Madamji. Spending time with the wife never goes to a waste" he said cheekily, placing a quick kiss on her lips before backing away just as suddenly.
Then, he bowed down slightly, saying "Jo aap kahengi, hum waise hi karengi" and walked out of the kitchen, turning back only once to quickly wink at his blushing wife, who just stood there wide mouthed at her husband's actions.
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And just like that, Maan and Geet remained busy the entire afternoon, people scrambling about, telling them last minute odd jobs, running them around the house, to the store, taking care of the kids, making dinner. You name it!
And finally, after the extremely tiring and busy day, Maan and Geet along with everyone else stumbled up to their respective bedrooms, planning to catch a break before dinner.
"Arreh Geet bhabhi! Why don't you come to the terrace, all of us women are going there to just relax" called out Anwesha, seeing that Geet was following Maan back to their bedroom.
Maan froze. No! This was the chance he had with his wife. Was she his younger sister or his biggest enemy? He looked at Geet pleadingly, while she just looked like a deer caught in headlights. On one side was her oh so desperate husband, who had eagerly been waiting all day to spend some alone time with her, and on the other side were all the waiting women, who were calling out to her eagerly.
Sighing Geet just looked at the girls with regret "Sorry girls, I think I want to catch a quick twenty minute nap before heading back downstairs. I'm too tired" she mumbled an excuse, one which sounded artificial even to her own ears.
The girls just smiked knowingly in response, as they saw their Maan Jiju aka Maan Bhai standing behind Geet, a puppy dog look on his face.
"Hmm. Sure sure. You catch as much sleep as you can" they said cheekily, winking at her before heading upstairs.
"Oh God. The things I do for my husband" Geet muttered under her breath, embarrassed at all of them teasing her like that. But before she could continue, she felt Maan grab her by the hands and pull her into the bedroom, placing urgent kisses along her shoulder immediately after pushing her into the wall, pinning her in place.
"Maanm. Let goo. I need to take a shower" she mumbled, although she was easily succumbing to her husband's wishes.
"No. I need you. I need you now. And after that, we can head to the showers together" he replied mischievously, as he slowly untied the dori on her blouse, slowly running his hands on her back.
"Maan" she moaned, encouraging him to continue and he soon captured her lips in a ravishing kiss, pouring into it all the love and urgency in the world.
And his cell phone started ringing.
"Just ignore it" he mumbled against her lips as he saw that she was about to protest, and once again pressed his lips against hers, transporting themselves into a different world.
As soon as the two stopped to catch their breaths, the phone started ringing once again.
"Maan. It must be something important" Geet said, trying to distract her husband.
But his eyes remained focused on her heaving chest, and he reached out to pull her towards himself.
But she was quick this time.
And running towards the bathroom, she screamed "Maan! Get the phone!" before slamming the door shut behind her.
Maan slouched his shoulders, dejected.
Another wonderful opportunity slipping through his hands.
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