Wishful Thinking -2 Upd - 01/27 pg 80 - Page 56

@ Sarita..

yep and i donno..if i can..write.. more often...

@pixie thanks so much

@ dooseekha thanks

@ lily 😃

@ jaya 🤗thanks

@ shreya -thanks i shall try to write ..hmm the CVs taking my ideas?? lets see if only!!

@ amrita - hmm, i shall try and write...

@Tanu - hmm i donno how you missed but derr aaye durust aaye...now you find time, read and let me know..what you think!!

@viji i want more than stats on room temp!!

@ sona thanks yaar...so nice of you to support me...

@ Jes...you are biased but i love you for that...
you guys with your encouraging comments have convinced me so me going to write another one...very soon!! stay tuned!!

@ shabo!! me only write depending on what inspiration the characters give me!!

@preeto..dont worry about being late.. i am glad you read it...

@ kellz - ah..me and cruel? not as much as the CVs i am sure!!

@Al - your words of praise touched me... i am so glad you liked it...

I Feel the Earth Move

"Oh! Toh janab aaj phir mooh pher kar so gaye!! Mein Punjab ki jattani hoon'ab bola hai toh' aaj to ijjat khatre mein' agar seedhi ungli se ghee na nikle'toh oongli tedhi karni bhi iss hoshiarpur express ko aati hai'!" She muttered to herself as she saw him sleep.

She walked up to the window disappointed yet something niggled at the back of her mind. What was it that kept him away from her? Last night he had said words that had been like a dream. He seemed to want to make love to her but he had then; she stopped midway in her thought.

It suddenly struck her that it had been after he had touched her stomach that he had withdrawn from her. She had been thinking what it could have been but it dawned on her now and she put a hand on her stomach. Could it be because of the baby? Could it be because she had nearly lost the baby? Could it be that he felt he would harm her or the baby? Oh God! Men, they can be so daft. The doctor had explained everything to her that it was normal during pregnancy to want to be close to the husband and that it was safe to do so.

Maan had always thought about her welfare first and may be that was the reason he was refraining from making love to her.

"Dhatt teri ki, eh lo'mere piya jinko mein sabse smart samajhti thi, alhad nikle," smacking her forehead with her hand; she mumbled. She smiled and decided she would have to do something to make him see that it was alright to not just demand but enjoy conjugal rights.

She then changed into a satin negligee which Daadima had made her buy during their shopping spree. She had been embarrassed but Daadi had insisted on it. It looked too transparent, too flimsy and not too much of it as well. Even the so called robe did not cover much. It was a very becoming fushcia color and went well with her fair skin. She tried it on in the bathroom and twirled around to check. For a minute she almost gave up on the idea of seducing her husband, but then remembered who she was; so she squared her shoulders as if she was on a war path. She almost laughed out at the audacity and slackened the shoulders a bit 'cause she was out to lure her husband not make war with him.

"Par agar jyada' aisa waisa kiya na'toh jung pakki'" she promised with pointed finger at the mirror, turned and came out the bedroom.

She almost ran back when he turned from the other side to face her even though his eyes were closed.

She took a couple of deep breaths and then walked purposefully towards him.

Standing next to him near the bed, she ran a finger on his cheek and he twitched, but he did not open his eyes. She then ran a finger on his lips and his tongue darted out to lick them; on encountering a finger, he took it in his mouth. Geet sucked in her breath but waited. He had then let her finger go.

"Dusht Daanav'" she whispered twisting her mouth.

She then picked up the glass of water on the night stand and dropped a few droplets on his face. He still did not waken and turned the other way.

"Oh ho' badi gehri neend hai janab ki'" Geet grumbled and decided now the time was to change tactics.

She poured the whole glass of water on his face.

Maan spluttered and growled. "Ye kya hai Geet'" sitting up.

"Paani tha' glass mein'mujhe glass chahiye tha toh meine'" She started but before she could finish, Maan pulled her holding her wrist and snarled, "Tum kyon pareshan kar rahi ho mujhe?" with his face inches away from hers. He knew he should not have done that for the sight in front of him was breathtaking.

He had pulled her and now she was bent towards him and he could see her pert breasts, forming a delectable valley in between right in front of his eyes, a sight that was almost his undoing.

He cursed and let her go. "Mujhe sona hai'" he declared.

"Par mujhe neend nahi aa rahi'" Geet pouted. "Kal bhi aap'so gaye the'" she added.

"Geet, mujhe kal ek bahut bada presentation dena hai, please, mujhe tanng mat karo aur tum bhi so jao'" he tried to explain patiently.

Now Geet knew that she would have to do something drastic.

She said, "Theek hai," turned away from him, removed the robe. She heard a hiss of his breath and knew what he must have seen. The back of the dress or whatever was there of it was all lace with deep V cut that reached the base of her spine.

She turned around and saw a look that was almost pain on Maan's face. He seemed unable to blink when he saw the lace cups covering the breasts yet tantalizingly giving the viewer an idea of what pleasure awaited underneath the cover.

She saw only lips open slightly, his tongue wet them as his eyes remained transfixed on her. She gave a half smile and whispered, "Sleepy yet'?"

He blinked finally and cleared his throat to say something but looked unable. She glided up to him and sat on the bed next to him and said, "Aap gile ho gaye ho' why don't you take the t shirt off'" putting her hands on the edge of the t shirt and tugging it upwads.

Maan seemed helpless as he simply looked down at where her hands were. Geet taking advantage of his surprise splayed her hand on his stomach and felt his muscles clench. She leaned forward so that he could peek into her cleavage as she ran her hands on his torso.

"Geet'" He murmured and in response, she simply lifted the tshirt over his head and threw it aside.

Maan now recovered enough pulled her close and slurred, "Toh' aapko bahut mazaa aa raha hai mujhe uksaane mein'" but he smiled and Geet suddenly assailed with shyness dipped her head into her chest.

He cupped her face and said, "Meri hoshiarpur express'badi jaldi hai tumhein' par apne paas poori zindagi padi hai' hai na?"

"Baaton mein uljhao mat'"she countered and pushed him back onto the bed. Maan held her arm and pulled her along with him and she lay sprawled across on his torso with her hair flying around them cacooning them in a veil that left only him and her in the curtained area.

"Baatein toh tum karti ho' aur mujhe' ilzaam de rahi ho?" he playfully retorted as he joined his hands around her and then rolled her over so that now she was with her back on the bed and he was above her.

"Toh aapko baatein nahi chahiye' toh aapko kya chahiye?" He asked leaning closer to her.

Geet felt shy now that he seemed to have gotten into action but she was not going to back out now, so she lifted her head and kissed him on the corner of his mouth and crooned, "Ye'"

He roared deep in his throat and gathered her into his arms swooped down to kiss her on her lips. He plunged into her mouth and kissed her senseless. They kissed till they were almost out of breath.

He, after recovering a bit, asked, "Ye kahan se kharida?" pulling at the spaghetti straps of her peignoir.

"Oh! Kyon'?" she questioned tilting her chin up.

"Bas'aise hi' aur do chaar le aana," and he kissed her neck and ran his tongue on her throat down to the top of her breasts.

She arched her back in response and the strap slid from her shoulder. Maan groaned his victory at instant access it provided to the peeking breast. He lunged on it and took it in his mouth, suckling on it and gave a satisfied smile as he heard Geet's moan.

Maan could not stop himself from savouring the delights that her breasts offered and like a hungry wolf he scoured to the other breast and favored it with kisses that had Geet writhing.

He had pulled down the gown to her waist and was following it in its journey downward with his tongue and lips. But he halted once he came to her navel.

He suddenly remembered the baby and he stopped. Geet realized what happened the minute he tensed up. She put her hand in his hair and tugged lightly so that he would look at her.

She said, "I am fine Maan, so is the baby and no you don't have to stop because, I want this as much as you do. Pregnancy does not stop me from wanting you or us from being as close as a man and woman can be. Trust me, you won't hurt me or the baby' this is why you left yesterday isn't it?"

All ardor gone, Maan slid up to sit on the balls of his feet. He held Geet's hand and said, "Geet' I don't think we should' I mean' what if..the baby.. you know'"

"What 'the baby you mean'what if it knows'?" she smiled and took his hand placed it on her bare stomach and added, "Baby, this is your father' aapke papa' aapki mummy se bahut pyar karte hain.. lekin darte hain' ki aapko kuch ho jaayega'agar woh aapki mamma ko pyar kareinge'toh kya aap..thori der..apni aankhein aur kaan bandh kar sakte hain'?"

Maan had tears streaming down his eyes and bent down to kiss his wife's hand and the baby. He had been worried about more than just her and the baby. He had worried because he did not want to stress her as the doctors had advised but he realized that not making love to his wife would probably give her a different kind of stress.

He promised himself that he would never ever let anything come in between their happiness and this baby was as much part of them as their love.

He then proceeded to make love to his bride without inhibitions, without doubts or a thought of what if and found bliss that made their union as joyous and momentous as he had imagined.

He admired his wife's initiative in making him understand that their love was strong enough to withstand any storm.

As he held her in his arms and watched her sleep, he felt grateful to get such a beautiful woman who would share the rest of his life with love, bravery and wit. He knew he could surmount any obstacles as long as his love, his life was there right next to him.

He whispered, "I love you Geet." And felt her snuggle even closer into him and smiled. He was right where he belonged, home.

I Feel The Earth Move ' Martika ( Carole King)
I feel the earth move under my feet
I feel the sky tumblin' down
I feel my heart start to tremblin'
Whenever you're around

Oh baby (oh baby), when I see your face
Mellow as the month of May
Oh darlin', I can't stand it
When you look at me that way

I feel the earth move under my feet
I feel the sky tumblin' down (tumblin' down)
I feel my heart start to tremblin'
Whenever you're around

Oh darlin' (oh darlin'), when I'm near you
And you tenderly call my name
I know that my emotions
Are something I just can't tame
I've just got to have you, baby

Uh uh uh, uh uh uh, yeah yeah yeah
Uh uh uh, uh uh uh, uh uh uh, yeah yeah

I feel the earth move under my feet
I feel the sky tumblin' down (tumblin' down)
I feel my heart start to tremblin'
Whenever you're around

Oh! Yeah!



Oh baby (oh baby), when I see your face
Mellow as the month of May
Woah darlin', I can't stand it
When you look at me that way
I've just got to have you, baby

Uh uh uh, uh uh uh, yeah yeah yeah
Uh uh uh, uh uh uh, uh uh uh, yeah yeah

I feel the earth move under my feet
I feel the sky tumblin' down, tumblin' down
I feel the earth move under my feet
I feel the sky tumblin' down, tumblin' down

I just-a lose control
Down to my very soul
Yeah, I get a hot and cold
All over, all over, all over, all over
I feel the earth move under my feet
I feel the sky tumblin' down, uh tumblin' down
I feel the earth move under my feet
I feel the sky tumblin' down, uh tumblin' down
Uh tumblin' down, down, down, down, down, down

Earth move, bud-a bud-a bum bum, bud-a bum bum
Earth move, earth move, earth move, earth move
I, yeah!
I feel it rock (rock)
I feel it roll (roll)
I feel it shake (shake)

Bud-a bud-a bum bum, bud-a bum bum
Tumblin' down, down, down, down, down
Oooh, bud-a bud-a bum

Wah meri raani...aaj toh dil khush kar ditta!! I loved it...loved it...loved it. As always...you have fully maintained Geet and Maan's characterizations.....i can literally see this being aired.....alas...the censor board will cut a lot of it out!!! See...i told you...the more you will write....the more you will connect to your art again. Thanks for letting me your muse...for such rewards..i will be a muse for lifelong!!😛

I am goin to read this peacefully...... :)

and she is back with a bang!! I have been missing your writings for so long...

wh cant cvs take somethig from u and learn

@ nagz...ah my muse...for life time..now that is tempting..

@shivu..thanks babes for filling in for my...QA...she is indisposed so...you at least get to practice reading...so mutual benefit...

@nadia thanks so much

@kellz..now how i teach the masters...??? i am sure..they are better than me and i am not being modest here..falsely..i really feel they have a way that is very novel..and i can inspire them..that is all i can ask for...

thanks so much..kellz