MaanGeet FF:~Kissed By An Angel~Part8,Pg33,23/7 - Page 13

This was certainly not happening. Maybe the past 24 hours was a dream and when she wakes up, it would all go back to the way it was. The house, no you cannot even call it a house, the dirt box she entered was filthy. The walls were dirty, there was a fan and it was covered with dust. There were cockroaches and lizards running around, and the place was stinking of raw fish. Geet wanted to throw up, she looked around to find a bathroom, where hardly a person can even stand, let alone shower. There was only one bedroom and no living room. The kitchen was messy and all the utensils lay around here and there. The place was so nasty she wanted to run away. Maybe living on the streets was a better option. But she had no option. She had to stay here with him until she gathered enough information that would help her get to Hoshiarpur, and she had to find someone who would sit and teach her how to speak fluent Hindi.

Geet looked at Maan who was grinning. Probably cracking jokes on her in his head. She scowled at him and sat on the bed. She saw Maan putting the luggage at one corner of the room and walk towards her. He jumped on the bed and relaxed for a moment. What the hell. He wouldn't be sleeping with her here is he? Clearly they did not take the marriage seriously, then why would he want to share a bed with her? She would not sleep with this crazy person. She looked around to find a sofa and she could already feel herself relax. She would rather sleep on a dirty couch than beside him.

Maan examined Geet's movements. He could tell she was not at all happy with what she saw around her. There was a reason he had this place rented. He knew she would not like staying here, and if it was difficult for her, she wouldn't want to stay with him for more than the six months they were supposed to be with each other. She did not know about the contract he signed with her stepfather, and it was best kept a secret. He didn't want to go in any kinds of conversation with her. Maan saw Geet staring at the couch on the other side of the room. And he guessed she would be camping there at nights. He sighed. For some unknown reasons, he wanted her to be with him, on his bed, sleeping beside him.

Both of them did not talk, rather observed each other. Time flew by and there was complete silence. Geet was becoming impatient. Why wasn't he talking? She got up and started walking around the small bedroom. After a few rounds she found it difficult to walk around anymore because there wasn't anywhere to go and going round and round in the same place was making her head go in circles.

Maan sat up finally and watched her closely. She was waiting. He could tell by her movements and the way she was playing with her fingers. But he didn't really know what to tell her other than the fact that this is what it is and that she would have to adjust here no matter what. But he was kind of shocked to see no response from her on bringing her to this dirty place. Even he was finding it difficult to breathe. Knowing the heat, he did put up an air conditioner, which allowed ventilation. He stood up and opened the windows. The view was atleast nice. They were on top of a 10 storey building on the roof. The place looked like it had been built as a servants' quarter. The rent fell in his budget and that is all that mattered at that moment.

Geet went to the bathroom to change and was out wearing a pink tank top and boxers.

Maan stared at her. Gulping.

She did not just do that to him. They were alone in a room, less than 5 feet away and she had to wear those and go to sleep? Did she have the slightest hint of what she was doing to him? He wanted her. They were married, so it was not a crime, but he knew he couldn't have her. Atleast not yet.

Geet sat on the couch and took a sideward glance at Maan. He was staring at her. Did he even know it was rude to stare? She thought maybe he didn't even know proper manners to begin with.

"What are you looking at?" Geet asked annoyed.

Maan was startled. "Nothing. I was just thinking." Pause. Then he started again. "You can just join me in the bed you know. It will be very uncomfortable on the couch. You're not even used to all of that. Plus the jet lag and all you know what I mean right?" Maan explained. He just wanted her beside him so bad.

"No I am fine. If I am not comfortable maybe I won't sleep at all." And curse you the entire night. The rest of what she wanted to say, she said it in her head and not out loud.

She used a bed sheet to cover herself and lied down on the sofa. And he was right. It really was uncomfortable. She couldn't even move. Heck she had her legs bended and all she wanted to do was stretch and have a peaceful sleep. The jet lag was killing her and she needed complete rest.

For the next two hours all she did was try to sleep. But all the efforts were going in vein. Finally giving up, she went over towards the bed and saw that he was wide awake, a small smile playing on his lips. He shifted towards the right side and let her get in.

"Told ya!" he muttered.

"Yea okay fine, I know. Can we move on from that topic now?" She said and got inside the bed with him. Finally comfortable. She looked at him and asked, "Well, this is not weird right? I mean we are married so it's cool I guess."

"Right about now everything's far from being cool. I think it's just getting hot in here. This is our wedding night, you know that don't you?" Maan asked her.

"Yea I know. Wait what's it called in Hindi? Some Raat?" She asked him.

"Suhaag Raat." He answered.

"Oh right. Yes Suhaag Raat. This is our Suhaag Raat. The words kind of funny isn't it?" Saying that she started laughed. And Maan couldn't stop looking at her. The way her lips were curved up and her eyes gleamed. He could see the sparkle in her eyes even in that darkness. She was truly an Angel.

"It sounds funny alright. But it's our wedding night and…….." Before he could finish his own sentence, he found himself scoot over to her side and take her in a long passionate kiss.

Geet was dumbfounded. At first she did not protest, she just let the feeling sink in at first. Then she protested and tried to push him away, but he was a strong man and he didn't budge one bit. He pinned her down, still kissing her and once her lips parted, he dived right in. His tongue was inside her and she could no longer protest. He was a real good kisser. There have been other guys in her life, before Maan. And if she could have been with them then this man was her husband. So she kissed him back, equally participating.

Geet suddenly getting her senses back, pushed him away and since he was distracted, he fell on the bed on his back. Geet was about to get up from the bed when he held on her hands and pushed her back.

"Sorry. I just couldn't control. Plus we are married right? It's not even illegal Angel. And I promise I won't touch you for the rest of the night" Maan told her, still breathless from the kiss.

Somehow Geet believed him and decided to stay and sleep in the bed only. Plus she really had nothing to lose. So she moved to the far end left side of the bed and turned the opposite direction from Maan. She couldn't look at him again. Atleast not tonight. Thinking about what just happened, she didn't know when sleep overcame and she drifted into sleep peacefully.

Maan looked at her back. He wanted to be near her again. But he controlled himself. He promised and he would keep his promise. But all he could think of was the kiss. He knew, he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of her for long. So he decided he needed to act quick. Do something before things got out of control. This angel was going to bring trouble in his paradise.