FF: New York times with Maan&Geet Thread 3 05/03 - Page 3

Originally posted by: -pixie-

Madam Ze Wheres the update???? Dont make me come after you 😛

You promised us an update yesterday and now Sunday is also over!

Part 65: Nirvana

<Geet's monologue>

"Tumne socha ki nahin?" Meer barked at me as I stood there cutting the onions for the omlette he had asked for. Being my last day at office, we came down for dinner at Meer's place. He was seated in the living room with Yash engaged in a round of Texas hold'em as Meer and I hung out in the kitchen catering to the dishes that simmered on the stove.

"Tum please mujhe batao ki kyon mere peeche padi ho?" I banged the knife on the glass cutting board that had the men in the other room call out to us. It was not something I wished to discuss with anyone. Not yet.

"Sab teek tho hain vahan?" Maan yelled.

"Haan..." Meer and I sang back in unison.

"Main?" Meer turned with a wry smile, "Mujhe tho yeh bahuth pehle karni chaiye...May be I could have saved a relationship" she growled in anger.

<Meera's monologue>

For untold reasons, it had dawned on me that afternoon and not before, while we chatted at Lulu's, that I could have saved her relationship with Dev. Her abrupt words "Woh sab bhi karna padta hain kya?" gave me the much-needed clarity to answer why they did not miss each other even when it was the first time they were truly doing long distance, at least to my knowledge. I still had no confirmation from her, over what did and did not happen in her relationship, but my intuition pointer dipped towards the hollow edge. It was a marriage gone cold when she landed in NY and she had been in denial all the while. Argh! I was beating myself up for not having stayed in touch with her, to help get over the infernal incident of our past. It had affected me in more ways than she knew and now I questioned if I should tell her the same.

"Meer tum bhool rahi ho ki main ab Geet Maan Khurana hoon..." she spoke in hushed tones as Yash was close by, "Whatever that did not get saved is out of the picture..."

"Yeah...Ok..." I cried out for I knew MK was the man for her "but even this is not going the right path...." I added to challenge her.

"Meer please...." she turned to face me taking her eyes off the omlette that sizzled on the pan "I know you are concerned" she acknowledged the wreck that I was.

"Lekin iske baare main baat nahin kar sakthi...pata nahin vunhe yeh sab pasand hain ki nahin" she turned back to the stove wiggling her head side to side.

"Don't be stupid Geet..." I came to stand next to her and buzzed my question in her ears " You have to make a decision...Are you going to take the next step or not with him?"

Mulling over something in her mind, she bit me back with her response "Tumhe kaise pata ki main vun ke saat...." She hesitated but went on to finish it "that I have not taken the next step...I actually have..." she was lying and her stutter confirmed the same.

I couldn't hold the laughter and broke into a roar as she stated her little white lie "Geet...Pllluuuzzz...."

"Dekho Meer...yeh mera serious insult hain..." she sneered with the spatula pointed at me.

"Ok...if its any relief, I haven't done it either...." I said shyly declaring my sexual state of affairs.

"Mujhe pata hain...I'm not dumb" she snapped walking out of the kitchen.

Hurrying to stop her, I pulled her by her shoulder and expressed my dilemma over the situation I was facing.

"Tumhe kya lagta hain...Should I go ahead with Yash?" I made a face hoping to have her stay back and continue our babble.

"Tumhe kya hogaya hain Meer?...baar baar mujhe kyon pooch rahi ho?" She took my hand off her shoulder as she hissed "...please baba main isme kuch help nahin kar sakthi." Firm was her resolve to stay out of my predicament as she walked towards the couch.

<Geet's monologue>

We settled for dinner and once we scraped our plates clean off the sumptuous food, I was eager to leave, not wanting to have yet another "Are you doing it?" conversation with Meer. The beer chugging boys couldn't get out of the invisible chains the video game had them hooked onto and so now I had to fake being asleep on his lap, which I didn't regret.

Argh! Her words had already started burrowing a tunnel in my mind, making way for all that I had to consider and assess fast. I didn't know what kept me from thinking about taking our relationship to the next level and Meer was indeed right, I could not afford to take him for granted when without doubt I knew he was the only warmhearted guy I was ready to share my life and my past. The baggages just had to go for they were not worth him in anyway. If only I knew what could make me trod the path to "Letting go"…

<Maan's monologue>

Oddly that was the first time she wanted to sleep on my lap and in no time she had dozed off into another world. She was dreaming and I was sure of that, for she always gave out a tight squeeze around my arm if something haunted her during her REM cycles.

"Is she ok?...she is..." Yash asked unable to decipher her act as I sat there lost in the sight of her as a few strands of her hair played by her forehead.

"Yeah" I chuckled as I came out of the trance she had put me under and looked up to face him and Meera "She does that when she dreams...I'm now used to it"

"Well" I said, hinting Meer to hold her as I thrust my weight against my palm on the floor to get on my feet "we will get going...Thanks for the dinner people..." to which Yash simply nodded.

The jerk had caused her to wake up in a muddled state and she called out my name in panic "Maan..."

Realizing her spatial co-ordinates, she held her forehead and let out a sigh to shrug off the tension from her shoulders and murmured, "Aah! It was a dream" as I quickly kneeled to sit beside her.

"Yeah and pretty much everyday Geet..." I remarked to concur with her statement and to that she turned and let out a dummy smile with a disturbed look on her face.

Now that we were in the elevator, out of Meera's place, it was safe to question what she battled in her dreams.

"Care to tell me what it's about?" I asked as she looked up and seemed dazed without a grip on any lucid thought in her mind.

"Aah! Maan...vahi...wala..." she smirked "Jab aap India jaa rahan te...and the elevators were closing down on me...right after New year remember..." she said and went back to lean on my shoulder as I held her.

"Lekin woh tho..." I paused shortly "It was not a dream..."

"Haan pata hain...but it always shows up as a dream...from time to time..." she mentioned sounding downcast as she tangled her fingers with mine and placed it on my chest.

"Main tumhe chod ke kahin nahin jaa raha hoon...suna tumne" I voiced in a firm tone wanting to reinforce the fact as I turned to have her cheeks cupped.

"Pata hain Maan..." she sounded assured, letting out a smile, as I lifted her to our bed. In minutes she had slipped into dream state once again and I had to wait until dawn before I could speak to her on that nagging dream of hers, which only magnified every second that passed by.

It was not just in her dreams, but she was still struggling to settle with reality that I had truly become hers and it needed promoting the very element, that our thin fabric of bonding was made of. Posing a real challenge to my now troubled self, she lay next to me in a placid stupor and moved closer to cuddle.

"Mishti...We need to go some place..." I spoke out loud knowing she was not listening to me as I stared at the ceiling endlessly.

10.30 AM Next morning

<Geet's monologue>

Wednesday, the dreadful day that was to reveal what destiny had in store for me was here. I didn't know if I had it in me to call the records room clerk alone, without his presence by my side. My dreams of him leaving to India frequented all night ever since the arrival of the amber envelope and I needed closure. Determined to face the day as is, I picked up our landline and raced the living room a couple of time before I dialed the number. The phone let out beeping sounds, similar in tone to that of a winding lifeline in a heart rate monitor, which only added to the eerie situation.

"Hello, I would like to speak to someone from the records room please" I asked the operator as I trembled in my living room as the internal temperature read a warm 70 degrees.

"One moment please..." the operator snorted as I waited to be connected to the clerk, for what seemed eternity.

"Hullo...Susan here, How may I help you today?" the clerk chirped and I suffered from speech impairment upon hearing her voice pulse through my ears.

"Hmmmm…I..." I fumbled unable to form any valid question that she could provide the answer for.

"I don't have all day Hun..." she snapped in frustration as her cheery voice disappeared.

Mustering up the ounce of courage I had, I posed her the raging question that had spread havoc over the last couple of days in our budding relationship.

"Alright...I'm going to have you on hold while I look up that record for you" she groaned and while I counted time the annoying hold music on the other side of the line, made me want to banish the call to middle earth.

The clerk was back, well after my 15-minute trip to hell and announced the date on the decree without the least idea that she was only part of my life altering moment that could reinstate the existence of all that I held dear.

Stumped by the date she called out, I thanked her and placed the phone back to sit down on the couch. I clambered to grab a moment of clarity for all the madness that came down on me the very same instant. Running to the window I reeled the pane back to yell out to the world in pure joy "Maan...sirf mere hain..."

Unable to restrain the hysteria, I howled only to be silenced by a gnashed shout out that came from my neighbor two floors down "Shut the F up...I'm sleeping"

"Oops sorry" I cried out in embarrassment, but I didn't care and ran back to call him before seconds slipped away.

He picked up right after a ring and I shrieked in glee. "Maan...mujhe aapse abhi milna hain...midtown aajaiye...actually...Rockefeller aajaiye..." I jumped off the couch as I cut the call, and not wanting to waste another minute, I dashed out to catch the next subway towards midtown.

With 10 and 7 minutes that passed, I was there by the rink with open toed sandals that were freezing my tips off as the mercury had dipped unexpectedly. Was he here already? My impatient eyes scanned the area for a tall, well kempt man in a grey Burberry trench and stripped laptop bag, or perhaps not, for he could have left his system back at the office. My hand dug into my satchel searching for my phone to ring him, only to realize in time, I didn't have one. I had handed it to the admin the previous day and now I eyed for a public phone. What if I he would come and leave as I went looking for the payphone? Struggling to settle with my next step and being washed by waves of rapture the very moment, I raced to glance the length of 49th street, when his husky voice called out to me as I turned away to move towards the 50th.

"Geet...."

This was a sight that would be etched in time forever and my eyes welled up amidst my great delight.

"Maan…" I screamed as I ran seeking his warm embrace. The force with which I landed on him pushed him back momentarily and he bounced forward to hug me close.

"Tumhe ho kya gaya hain...Tum teek tho ho...aisi bhi kya..." His voice trailed off as he realized that it was the very moment he would have the key to the one question that had plagued our minds over the last 3 days.

"February 1st" I squeaked, tears flowing down my cheek as we faced each other with only inches that needed closing to snap us into a hug once again.

It affected him and it was time to come in terms with it as he stood there speechless, agony written all over his face, clawing his hand into my back, only to claim me for eternity.

"I love you..." he let out a low whimper that spoke of his deep pain he had endured along with me.

Pulling away to meet his eyes, I saw the fear in his eyes die down slowly and his golden specks now glinted with undying love as my tears ebbed with passing time.

"We should get out of here...I want you for myself" he rustled, still stuck by the sudden joy that had come his way.

"Haan...Let me take care of it this time...please" I begged moving back to rest my cheek by his shoulder as his arms came around to hold the shriveled me.

We parted to meet back at home late evening, as he was planning to wrap up all that was pending for the week to retire early, well before the weekend. There were no words to describe the range the emotions I was going through, which had started right after that one call to the courthouse. My memories breathed back in life even when they were only a figment of my past. There was nothing I needed that second for a part of me had started living again and now I had more of "Me" to cater to him. On my way back home, his moist eyes and his frozen self came back to my mind to scream of all that he felt denied over those 4 stifling nights. Strangely I connected with his pain in the subway, miles away from him and choked that instant only to relive his share of the suffering. It was enough...we needed our own Nirvana, free of suffering just as he had asked of me in the shower the other day. It was the defining moment I had needed to nudge me towards this path and I had seen it all in his eyes that day.

Now my destination changed and I got off in the next station to get back to my regular Upper East Side spa.

<Maan's monologue>

The day came to a close and what a day it had been? New York...Knowingly or unknowingly it was now a map of all cherished milestones I had attained with her in my life. Moving from our apartment, to Bloomingdales at 3rd and 60th, going up north to Central Park and all the other landmarks, denoted memories in its own way. Now Rockefeller was the new addition that came to reveal the one true object of my affection, Mishti and clearly I was hers as I had read the same fervent love for me in her eyes.

Walking back home from the station at 8.00 PM, I noticed the twilight that still lingered to welcome me back the same street I had taken for the last 6 years; indeed it must be a special day for this was another first on a nippy wintery evening. It was clear my life had changed for I had my revelation of how much she meant to me in the cold hours of a regular morning by the corner of a crowded street. Swarms of people passed us as we stood there in each others arms declaring our love unceremoniously, a classic NY moment meant to be ignored by all around us and only make sense to the two souls that stood there flinching in pain as their one true sentiment of the past came back to live for perpetuity. I smiled for it was the only act that could compliment the thought in my head.

After collecting the mails at the mailbox, I took the elevator home, to find all the lights turned off. I was disappointed, as she was nowhere to be found, as far as my eyes could reach from where I stood in the living room. Hoping she would return home early, I went on to pick up my laptop and unbuttoned my shirt as I made my way to the bedroom.

<Geet's monologue>

Would he ridicule me over the setting I had chosen? I asked as he walked into the room. Still wavering if I should get up and run to hide in the closet, I sat there on the bed with my eyes closed under my heavily embroidered red and green ghoonghat. He had loved it that night to revel in every moment of it, to move the piece of heavy clothing slowly up my forehead and rest it just where my teeka had started. I wondered if the same small movements would guide him today or if he would be driven by his carnal desire to hurry time itself to reach the climax to our 12-day fast. The thought made me shudder for I had been inexperienced in more ways than one.

Dim light from randomly placed candles lit the room and it did not give away the look on his face clearly. I had to wait until he moved closer and as he did I could not hear him by any sound that made its way to my ears, until he came to sit close by my feet.

"Geet...yeh...sab..." he asked. Probably still stuck by the surprise over finding me in my wedding attire.

"Hamarliye...." I answered not finding a more fitting word to explain to him the need for our coming together that very day. This day to me had sanctified the bonding we shared and our wedding reinforced, not once but twice by nature itself.

<Maan's monologue>

Was this an illusion? For it mimicked our wedding night, except that we were in NY and not at the mansion. Perhaps it was meant to be this way, I spoke back to the sudden mental flutter she had caused in me. It only seemed better for she had adorned her pearl nose ring and her waist chain this time, to add to the list of spells that could have me dumbstruck in her beauty rendering me speechless for minutes together, just like the very moment I lived in. Still only having a view of her nose down and as her nose pin called attention to her luscious lips, I chose to cup her cheeks and kiss her by the very spot her pearls dangled. Her hand trembled in anxiety over her knees and wanting to catch the same look in her eye, I moved to remove her ghooghat only to be fixated at the same serene smile that had me mesmerized this very time some 12 days ago. My mind fought the trance I was in, calling attention to the two office calls I had to take before I could tie myself to her for the night and yet the realization could not let me speak my mind to excuse myself for 2 more hours.

<Geet's monologue>

I still had not met his eyes for my nerves still jittery over the thought that mulled in my mind. He made it easier for me when he lifted my face by my chin to meet his view and spoke softly.

"Just remind me to talk Geet...I'm forgetting words when I see you like this..." he declared to have me inch in and rest my forehead by his shoulder as I broke into a shy smile.

He caressed my cheek with his thumb, having me face him once again to remove my nose ring and had me locked in a minute long kiss. Taking my hand by my wrist, he tugged me closer to get me out of bed and had me seat on his lap as his nose rested by my ear.

"Maan...please aise mat dekhiye" I pleaded as I struggled to fight his gaze fixated on me which had me quiver with nervousness. I moved out of his lap and walked away from the bed close to the window only to have him follow and hug me from behind. Once there, he carefully traced his hand the same path as the waist chain that sat by my lower hip and kissed my nape. My heart shredded in my chest in the way he moved and touched me, for I felt the deeper shades of passion that drove him today. The ghoonghat dropped to the floor as I pulled out the pins and turned to him, while his hand traced patterns in my back and pulled me to have a closer look.

"Tho akeli manage kar payi ghar main...Mujhe miss ki ke nahin?" He asked in a sultry tone as he cornered me against the wall; his mind still occupied to shower kisses by my neck.

Eyes shut tight, incapable to channel the frisson he was inducing in me I shivered and hugged him as my hand ran beneath his unbuttoned shirt "Main aapko miss zaroor ki thi...lekin akheli nahi, kisike saath thi" I let out as my shallow breath fudged my clear words.

"Akeli nahi...Meera thi kya?" He pulled out of my arms to have us seat by the window sitting as he removed my earrings and placed a kiss by both my ears.

"Nahin...main bahar thi..." I answered as I turned to face him and his arms resting over my shoulders, went around my nape to have all the pieces of jewelry removed to give him a bare view from my neck below. Unable to overcome his wild excitement, he grabbed me by my waist once again and layered short pecks feverishly, occasionally moving up to kiss me by the lips while his hand continued to cup my cheek.

"Mujhe text bhi bejhe bina bahar ghoom rahi thi? Yeh NY hain tumhara hoshiarpur nahin" He teased amidst our romantic encounter.

"Waise kahan gayi?" He asked while we gasped for breath for having come out of our short but intense session of passionate kisses.

<Maan's monologue>

Taking my hand, she pulled me closer which had my chin come to rest on her shoulder, and her heavy lehenga scrunched to move up as she made me feel her silky skin by the side of her calf. That was a first and I didn't need any cues to move ahead, but prior to that I wanted to make sure she was indeed ready to read the next chapter in the book of marriage.

Now that it was time to get back to my calls, she sat silently opposite to me at the window seating, bracing herself by her knees and occasionally making a face to distract me from the ongoing worthless discussion I was a part of. An hour later she fed me dinner as I continued to finish up my haggle with my offshore counterparts and it only gave me a guilt trip for not having returned the favors that instant.

As she moved around to clear the place of her ghoonghat and the jewelry that lay strewn over the room, I couldn't help notice her slender figurine that played around in my mind viciously, blocking all paths in my mind, to process the words that came out of the speaker with any rationale.

Having done with the calls now, I scurried to send out the last of the emails, when she voiced out her worry.

"Aap itne chup kyon ho gaye achanak?" she asked anticipating the affirmative from me.

"Nahin tho...Main bus yeh kaam katam kar raha hoon" I responded with a chuckle, understanding what she hinted with the exchange.

"Mujhe kyoon lag raha hain ki aapko mere upar yakeen nahin hain...ki main kuch galat kar rahi hoon" she questioned as she got up to come sit between my legs as I bent down to place the laptop down on the carpet.

I felt I had to come out with the truth that affected me and I did "Mishti...yeh galat ya sahi ki baat nahin hain. It's...I don't know if you know what to expect out of this" I dished out the irrefutable fact to her as I kissed her on her cheek.

"Maan..." she let out a cry, turning to face me and tugged me closer by my shirt collar.

I attempted to explain "Tum tho..." only to be cut off by her lips that lingered close quarters to mine.

"Chup bilkul chup...main choti bachi nahin hoon Maan...I'm 24 you know..." she spoke in an alluring tone and shied away seconds later. Boldness just didn't come natural to her and yet she tried to my amazement.

"Accha...lets see...the night will answer" I gave out my thought as she hauled me, the temptress that she was, to have me flick her snug waist chain that rested by her hip.

<Geet's monologue>

Warm was his breath as he came closer, a gentle cue of the heat that was to follow. Anticipating his next move I puckered up for a kiss on my lips as his arm encircled my bare waist. I turned to cup his cheek as we went on with our snog and his hand now moved to my back, to pull the strings off my choli. This was different, for his hold yet delicate had me singing notes of dark passion as his fingers traced the curve of my hips and moved up to free me of all clothing from my waist above. Wanting to face him I attempted a turn, but in a swift movement, his arm guided to have me kick back my feet and straddle close to his lower waist.

I whimpered a cry as his kisses feathered my neck, across my shoulder and moved further down to places he had been a stranger to date. His moist lips left behind sensations, I was alien to but he had me pine for more as his palm skimmed my feminity. The tiny sparks on my skin made its way to wipe away the bitter memories of my past and he now proved there was love too in a physical world.

"Maan..." I let out his name with a deep moan. Reading my agony, he paced up to look me in the eye, to give me a view of his glimmering iris that spoke concern for me. His care moved me and made my want for him grow deep in my nerves. It showed in my tinkle and that had him going again as he traced his finger from my calf up my thigh, and his other hand paced to pull down my lehenga. I stood up and he followed for me to peel away his shirt to reveal his taut structure; it reeled me closer to have a feel of his chiseled chest.

We simmered in sweet torture as our almost bare selves made contact, only seeking sanctuary in each other as our minds detached from the raging madness outside. Nimble was his movements as he stripped us off our clothing, while we walked back to our bed where white stain sheets waited to be ruffled. He toyed with the sheet and watched me shudder in anguish as he pulled it slowly setting a blaze on my bare skin as it moved up my thigh to pass my navel and over my feminine swell to rest the sheet's fringe by my lips.

Did I look disheveled? I wondered as he stayed still, balancing on his elbow by his side. His gaze pierced to garner the carnal strains in me as he slipped under the covers to glide his fingers over my navel. Unable to bear his doting diligence to heighten my initiation into the sensual world, I cooed his name, eyes shut tight as I tangled my fingers in his hair.

How did everything change? There were no coherent thoughts to process the moment for I was delving into my primal cravings. My lips curled into a smile as I realized his deliberation to have waited until the precipice of this moment, driven by sheer desire to need only him as much as he needed me.

He came on top of me, weaving his fingers into mine and pinned it above my head, to close the distance between us in everyway. I turned to have his passionate kiss land on my cheek that fired away speckles of flicker pulse through my veins.

"Mishti...relax..." he asked of me as his hand sailed down my neck to release the stress off my shoulders for I was wheezing out my angst, reckoning the liaison that was to ensue. Trust in him was the need of the moment and I bestowed the same by composing my tormented breath. As I traced my lips by his neck, while my hand caressed his firm chest, a smile rippled in him, to induce the same ease he had imparted moments ago.

Gently cupping my cheek to savor my lips, he made love to me, elating our spirits to experience euphoria at its highest. Time and boundaries disappeared as we floated in harmony, only to gain in rhythm as we frenzied to encounter psychedelic colors of bliss shimmering in our mortal souls.

A beaded drop of tear rolled down my cheek, as we lay there entwined in each other's arms and that called out to his fair senses to nuzzle me close.

"I love you Maan..." I swished in the tranquil that traversed the room and raised my fingers to disperse the blob of sweat that slid down his jaw. It was only appropriate to return my affections and he did, with a soft kiss on my lips. Moving closer to rest my cheek on his shoulder, we cuddled in silence for a while. Breaking the stillness often, we engaged in passionate sessions of sensual drama that lasted the mystical night.

With the creamy white satin covers covering our naked selves me sunk into slumber in the wee hours after midnight, to wake up to forenoon light. It was 11.39 AM.

"I love you too" he whispered as he pulled me on top of him and rested his hand on my back.

"Itna der laga aapko kehne main..." I settled on him as I questioned the delay in his response. Wearing a calm smile on his face, he went on to move the hair around my forehead to tuck it behind my ears before he called out my much-needed answer.

"Tumhe pata bhi hain...you can fuzzy my mind sometimes…itni khoobsurat jo ho" he chukled his retort and to which I lowered my neck to tease his skin by his raspy jaw.

"Geet...tum yeh kya kar rahi ho..." he croaked as he continued to relish the wet kisses on his stubble. He shook me by my arms and nudged me closer to break out of my playful self, for concern lingered in the air and he spoke out the same in an attempt to placate his troubled self.

"Mishti tum teek tho ho na?" he asked as his voice sunk with worry.

"Main teek hoon Maan...bus sirf..." I moved to his side and spoke softly to him of my growing soreness around my waist.

"I'm sorry" he let out an embarrassing smirk and went on to soothe my aching hips as the warmth from his slender fingers cushioned the same.

No, it was not the pain that had me frozen that moment rather it was the question he had popped seconds before. I imported weight amidst all that came to transcend him to another circle of physical delight and that opened doors for me to see him in different light. He had been my true partner, patient and giving, even given the ignorance I sported in this realm of physical gratification. Only I and not him, received his undivided attention all through the night and it peeled away another layer over my love for him. The truth was profound; I simply mattered to him at all times and in every way.

Ok...I'm freaking out...just post and comment press the like button. Please don't comment in the thread and PM me directly if its not in the affirmative. The most toughest I have ever written and I don't have to explain it I guess. I have not done many edits on this, so let me know if its needs some more handling.