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Hello my dearies... so since we all waiting for loving Maaneet reunion, i couldn't help myself from penning down one... The Kaminis, i.e., Aashu, Esha and Sonia dedicate this to our very dear Kamini, Jia😳
A special thanks to Esha for proofreading the piece for me😃
Hope you guys like it😃
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A New Beginning
They were back but she was still mad at him. "Main sirf Dadi ma ke liye wapis chal rahi hoon" she had said when he told her about dadi Ma's ill-health and her refusal to take the medicine till she returned. He had sighed, "If that's how it was going to be!" he had apologized to her for his harsh words but he knew better than to expect her to give in to him so easily.
So after paying their respects at the Golden Temple, they made their way back to delhi. "Back to home" he muttered under his breath. She however had stayed aloof all the while in the jeep. Forget about talking, she didn't even look at him once. But he was still relieved to just have her with him... in front of his eyes... he knew he would manage to get through his Mishti somehow. He smiled at the thought. He stopped the car near a chaat stall and urged her to have some chaat and pani puri with him but she gave him a cold shoulder and refused the offer.
When they reached home, everyone instantly sprung in her direction. Dadi ma and Annie engulfed her in a bear hug and refused to let go. If only he got that chance too! Dev was nowhere to be found. Romeo told him that he had shifted to Gurgaon to take charge of the Khurana Constructions' office there. Minutes later, when Dadi Ma told them that they should go and rest as they would be tired, he was happy and relieved to have her alone in the confines of their room. But his happiness was short-lived.
As they entered the room, Geet looked around the mess he had created and then shot him a detached look before immediately getting to put the room back in order. Avoiding her look, he grabbed her suitcase and started unpacking her luggage. He remembered how his breathe had been knocked out of his lungs when he had found her side of the wardrobe empty. "Koi zaroorat nahi hai... Main khud kar loongi" she said and pulled the bag from him. "Geet main..." but before he could complete she had walked over to the washroom."Damn!" he cursed and kicked in the air running a frustrated hand in his hair.
Dinner time was no different, she was angry and she was letting him know this. She served dinner to Dadi ma and Annie and then served for herself completely ignoring his presence.
As the night drew, he sat on the bed waiting for her to come back to their room. He would speak to her then. But he was disappointed yet again. She came, gathered her pillow and sheets and walked out leaving behind a baffled Maan. "Where would she go now?" he got up and followed her and shut his eyes in aggravation to find out that she was going to sleep with Dadi ma. Returning back to their room, he threw himself on the bed and tossed away the night. Without her warmth engulfed in his arms, even sleep evaded him!
The pattern continued for next couple of days. Not to mention, Maan was on the verge of pulling his hair out in frustration. She would sleep with dadi ma... come back in the morning... get dressed and go downstairs to supervise the day's chores. He had just tossed away the third sleepless night and so wanted to kick someone right now. He was just about to throw the covers aside and walk into his work out area when she walked out of the washroom, knocking the daylights out of him. He gasped as he slipped back into the covers. He didn't want her to know he was awake. He knew she would walk away so oblivious to him so he took her form with his eyes.
She was wearing a saree today. Does she know how glorious and enticing she looks in that saree? He let his eyes feast on her delicious body. The visibly accentuated curves of her slender form invited him to take her in his arms. His hands itched just to touch her. He so wanted to run his fingers over the length of her smooth arm. As she stood there, drying up her hair, her near backless blouse gave him the full view of her sparkling back. He let his gaze fall further to her thin waist. Not able to withhold himself any longer he tiptoed behind her. As she struggled with her mangalsutra to clasp it behind her neck, she felt his warm fingers over hers and looked up. His eyes bore through hers through the mirror as he securely clasped her mangalsutra grazing her nape... not letting her gaze waver for even a slightest second... he gently ran his fingers over her back and she gasped. His intense gaze fixated on her, he felt her shiver under his touch and smiled inwardly.
She tried moving away but he pulled her back and still looking at her through the mirror he dared her to move away from him.
Geet felt herself going weak as she forgot her anger towards him. His eyes held her his captive... at his mercy. And soon she was leaning on his chest to keep from falling. He slipped his hand on her waist under the fabric of her saree. The desire that she arose in him was now being reflected in her eyes. As he pressed his hand on her waist, bending a little he sucked the droplet of water that had fallen from her hair on her collar bone. Breathing heavily, she closed her eyes. "Geet" she heard him whisper her name in her ear. His warm breath caressed her earlobes. Slowly, reluctantly she opened her eyes. And he didn't miss the silent tears that were beginning to form in those big brown almond eyes and he knew this was his opportunity to talk. He needed to explain to her why he reacted the way he did. He needed to tell her that he never intended to hurt her or bruise her self-respect. He needed to tell her he never doubted her love for him. But before he began to speak, they heard Dadi ma... "geet beta aap taiyar ho gayi... jaldi chaliye humme der ho jayegi"
Coming out of the trance she broke away from him at once and turned away to wipe those tears of hurt and pain before she walked out of the room, without giving him a single glance. It pained him that even when she lost her senses to him, her subconscious continued to hurt and bear the brunt of his sharp daggered words. But he resolved to sort this as soon as possible. He promised himself that he'll not let her suffer anymore. He smiled a little as he remembered her melting against him. He knew the hold he had on her and he knew how he was going to use his charms. Undoubtedly, he was not playing fair by cashing on her weakness but if this was the only way that would ease their pains and bind them as one... he was going to use them.
Geet rebuked herself for giving into his charms. She knew what he was trying to do and yet she couldn't keep herself from responding to his touch and his eyes. She hated the fact that he was trying to turn the tables on her by using his knowledge of her and her weak spots. If she intended to keep her charade, she would require to keep away from him as much as possible. She didn't see how long will she be able to hold herself if he continued with his seduction tricks! This was so highly unfair!
Maan was himself burning inside. He had wanted her for so long that it seemed like an eternity now. He was a man with parched throat and the refreshing cool water was just in front of his eyes yet out of his reach, as of yet. He had desired her from probably the first time they had met. He wanted to loose himself in her warmth that would enclose him in the cocoon of her love. He had waited for her for far too long and now the fire was consuming him. The knowledge that she also had been preparing for a fresh start with him and would probably have been in his arms right now had it not been for his brash outburst, made him all the more restless.
Geet stood outside their bedroom door figuring how was she suppose to enter the room with him being there. She was a bundle of nerves right now. She remembered how he had begun his game.
She was arranging his clothes when he came to stand behind her and bend in to get his handkerchief. In the process his lips brushed against her nape stunning her but he just moved away looking unaffected. In the kitchen, when she was preparing his coffee, he came to stand beside her and leaned in to take the toast that were lying on her other side. In the process, he had breathed on her neck and his fingers had grazed against her arms. The result was she spilled the coffee and he admonished her asking her to be more careful in the kitchen. And then once again, he turned away and left. She wondered if these were mere accidents. However, when she prepared him another coffee and took the same to the dining table, his fingers brushed against hers when he took the coffee from her and then he looked at her, grinned mischievously and let his gaze fell on her lips, she realized he knew what he was doing. She was appalled and hurriedly excused herself when his gaze fell below on her heaving chest.
"Dusht Danav" she had muttered under her breath and could see that he was trying hard to keep himself from laughing out aloud.
Next two days, Geet tried avoiding him as much more as possible. Her anger had started melting away gradually but his eyes and gestures were making her a nervous wreck and invoking all new sensations that were making her go crazy. He had not tried to speak to her but stole opportunities to come close to her... too close to her comfort. Play footies below the table... hold her hand... sneak behind her in the kitchen to blow some air on her neck... brush his lips on her shoulders... lightly graze her cheeks, neck, arms, back... thus igniting a slow fire in her.
"Beta aap bahar kyun khadi hain?" Dadi Ma pulled her out of her thoughts. "Nahi Dadi ma bas andar hi ja rahi thi" she tried answering her query. Savitri Devi smiled and lovingly patted her cheek, "Beta hum jaante hain ki aap Maan se ab bhi naraz hain... lekin beta, unke saath saath aap khud ko saza mat dijiye" she said wisely. Geet simply nodded and Savitri devi walked away. Geet pushed the door open noiselessly and sighed in relief to see that he was fast asleep. She tiptoed towards the washroom, changed into her night clothes and carefully settled on her side of the bed as far away from him as possible. She couldn't dare to disturb him for just being beside him on the same bed had released hundreds of butterflies in her stomach. She shut her eyes tightly. It wouldn't have been long when she felt his hand sliding on her waist and then pulling her closer. She tried to pry away his hands but his hold was too strong. She tried to protest and move away but felt his body shifting and then the next moment, she was pressed against him. His breath fell on her neck and she felt his lips on her neck, her nape on the back. "Maan" she moaned when he slightly bit her earlobe. She knew she was losing.
Hearing her call out his name, he turned her on her back and raised himself to look in her eyes. "Ek baar meri baat sun lo Geet" he urged. But Geet frowned and looked away. Placing his hand on her cheek, he turned her face to look at him. He kissed her forehead as he entangled his hand in her silky soft brown hair. Leaning in to rest his forehead against hers, he whispered, "I'm Sorry Geet... Please mujhe maaf kardo" saying he raised his head a little. She looked him in the eye now. Tears started falling down her eyes. As guilt seeped in, he leaned forward to suck those tears. "Please Geet... I know I went too far... I shouldn't have said what I did" he whispered. His voice was pained too. "Maan aap..." she began but he stopped her. "nahin Geet... I know I have hurt you... I know I have hurt your self-respect but I didn't mean it actually Geet. I was angry. I was upset that you didn't tell me... I failed to see that it was the strength behind your actions" he confessed. "Enough Maan. Bas kijiye" she stopped him when she saw a tear falling from his eyes. "I want you to know Mishti that I love you and respect you for everything that you are... Would you please put this behind us and give me a chance?" he asked earnestly. She brought her hand forward and cupped his cheek, "I love you Maan" was all she said and pulled him close to hug him. He hugged her back and then pulling away he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it, "do you forgive me then?" he looked at her hopefully. "yes and no" she smiled at him through her tears. He frowned, "matlab?"
"I have always ended up forgiving you for your temper tantrums, so nothing new there but I'm not forgiving you for what you have been upto for the past couple of days" she pouted at him. The mischievous glint returned to his eyes. "And what have I been upto?" he teased and leaning in started nuzzling her neck with the tip of his nose. "Maan..." she whimpered and tried to push him off her but he pinned her on the bed between his arms. He bit her neck gently and she moaned. "Mere saath ek nayi shuruwat ke liye taiyar ho Geet?" he asked amidst kissing her jaw line. His stubble tickled her when he pressed his chin in the hollow of her collar bone to kiss her right below her earlobe. Geet held his shoulders tightly. He came up to meet her eyes again, "jawab do Geet... are you ready for a new beginning with me?" his eyes were a myriad of emotions. She could read his love, his promises, his wild emotions, his passion, his desire, his vulnerability all in those dark eyes of his. She knew what he meant to ask... and she knew even he knew that she too wanted the same... so why is he asking her? "Geet" he called her and lifted her chin urging her to look in his eyes. But she was just too shy. So she buried her head in his chest and held him tight. Kissing his chest lightly over his vest she whispered a yes. And he didn't know exactly what drove him crazy... her consent or the small kiss by his shy and demure Mishti. He pulled her away to look at her. She was blushing and avoiding his gaze. Still looking at her, he brushed his lips with hers forcing her to look at him. And just when he was about to capture her lips, someone knocked on the door. Frustrated, he muttered profanities under his breath while Geet giggled and started to move out of the bed. But he pulled her back. "Maan... koi hai darwaze pe" she told him startled. "I don't care" he told her and started to move towards her again when she placed a hand on his chest stopping him and gestured towards the door. He glared at her asking her to stay in place while he went to attend to the person at the door.
"It better be something important" he muttered as he opened the door to find Annie standing at the door. "Annie? tum yahan? koi kaam tha?" he asked point blank. Annie frowned. "Haan... par aapse nahi, Geet se" she replied with an attitude. He was about to reply that she is sleeping but Geet came to stand beside him by then, "Annie... kuch kaam tha?" she asked. Maan threw an annoyed glance at her for defying his orders. But she brushed it off. "Haan Geet... mere saath chalo na" saying that she started pulling her to her. "ek minute... aisa kaunsa zaroori kaam hai jo kal nahi ho sakta?" he asked incredulous. Geet suppressed a smile while Annie threw an annoyed look at Maan, "Maan Bhai... aapse matlab... its girl's talk" and without letting him say anything else she walked away with Geet. Maan huffed utterly frustrated.
The next day, he told everyone that one of his prestigious clients was holding an important party and it was important for him and Geet to attend the same. Understanding his motives, Dadi Ma smiled and said in his ears, "hum aapki dadi ma hain bete. Hum sab samajhte hain (chuckling at his embarrasment) humari Geet ko zyada tang mat kijiyega... take care of her" he smiled back.
White was his favourite colour and that's what she was wearing. This was their first party together after the marriage. She was very excited and kept chirping while he drove. Anticipating the night ahead, he found hard to concentrate on his driving. He was going to make her his tonight. He clutched the steering harder as the excitement ran through him at that thought. When he pulled the car near the dhaba, she looked at him confused. Looking at her intensely, "I'm hungry. I suggest you eat something as well... you need a lot of energy to survive through the night" he answered suggestively. Her jaws dropped and a deep blush crept up her cheeks as she finally understood his intentions. He had lied about the party.
And then, she could sense his eyes on her burning her skin wherever his gaze lingered. She hardly managed to eat anything as his eyes send the promises for the long passionate night that lay ahead of her. She wasn't quite sure if she could survive his ardor. After dinner, they went back to the car,his arm firm around her waist. This time when he drove, Geet didn't find her voice. He smiled and placed his hand on hers. She smiled back apprehensively. Even she knew, they were now heading for a destination towards their fulfillment.
Maan pulled in the driveway of the farmhouse and coming over to her side, lifted her in his arms. She slipped her arms around his neck as he made his way towards their bedroom. When they reached the room, he gently put her on her feet. Moonlight pouring in the room, added the serene beauty to it. Shying away from him, when she went to stand by the window, she looked no less than any angel. He thanked the Heavenly powers for sending this angel to him who had lit his life with the glow of love.
He slowly made his way towards her and then standing behind her, slipped his arms around her waist pulling her to him. Resting his chin on her shoulder, he enjoyed gazing at the moon for a few moments. When he found her relaxing, he started placing tender kisses on the exposed areas of her skin. She squirmed under his touch when he brushed his fingers on her neck and shoulders. She turned around and hugged him tightly. Her knees had started giving away. Burying his face in her hair, he licked and nibbled on her neck and earlobes. She bit her lip to prevent the moan that threatened to escape her lips. Lifting her in his arms, he carried her to the bed. Gently placing her on the bed, he lied down beside her. Not able to meet his gaze, she rolled over to the other side of the bed. He smiled. Moving over to her, he started to run his fingers on her back and then slipped in around her waist.
She gasped and moaned when she felt his lips assaulting her back. As the warmth spread through her, she found herself yearning for more. His touch was driving her over the edge. He made her turn on her back and kissed her forehead, her eyes, her cheeks and then looked in her eyes to ensure once whether she was really ready for it. Understanding his concern, she raised herself a bit and cupping his jaw, kissed his forehead. Maan smiled and leaned in to capture her lips with his. Geet shut her eyes as she felt his lips over hers. His lips were soft and gentle yet firm and demanding. This was the moment in her life that she desired to cherish. The feelings, the sensations that Maan was invoking in her were quite new to her. She tightly clutched his shoulder when she felt him sliding his hand on her waist under the fabric of her saree. He pushed aside the fabric of her saree baring her waist, feeling every inch of her soft skin near her waist.
His fingers on her bare waist made her sink further in her pillow, taking the opportunity he nibbled on her lower lip and his tongue entered her mouth, tasting her.
Geet's hand now moved over her waist to stop the movements of his hands when he started circling her navel. But his fingers were persistent. With his free hand, he caught hold of her hand and pinned it aside. He then moved down and placed soft kisses on her waist. She tucked her tummy in when she felt his lips on her navel. Gently making her sit, he undressed her and made her do the same for him. He felt every inch of her body making her shiver, shudder, moan and quiver in ecstasy. Her touch heightened his desire and he made love to her with such love and intensity that he never thought he was capable of. She let out a cry when they finally became one. He kissed and caressed her to ease her pains and then they moved in harmony to become one in mind, body and soul.
Next morning, she opened her eyes to find herself wrapped in his warm and protective embrace and gradually lifted her eyes to meet his gaze. The dark eyes that had burned her last night, were now tender with love and care. "Good morning Mrs. Khurana" he wished her. She smiled and hid her face in his bare chest. In all true sense, she had woken up as Mrs. Maan Singh Khurana for the first time today. She was his and he belonged to her. As the charming thought crossed her mind, she kissed his heart and wished him back, "Good Morning, Mr. Khurana". Together they had marked upon a new beginning!!!
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Luv,
Sonia
...before u go today....
Mannat Har Khushi Paane Ki
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