Maneet FF:Dreams ~4~ Part 39, page 125 :) - Page 32

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Originally posted by: maaneet_pisces

hey beautiful story :) really liking the way u write...could you please add me to your pm list...

waiting for you to update soon 😛

hey jia,
how long will you take?
ab to update karo.
and that too a long one.
warna... lolzzz

cheti cheti😃

Part 35

The dawn brought a lovely picture along with it. He opened his eyes to find himself in her warm lap; he turned and brought his face close to her body inhaling her bodily fragrance. He smiled to himself, he was feeling much better, and though his head hurt a little at least the sneezes were gone. He wondered if Geet had gotten any sleep considering the position she was in. She always put his needs before hers. He smiled thinking how his life had changed after his marriage. Marriage was something he never thought was in the cards for him. Except for Daadima, he never got any love from anybody. His parents were too engrossed in their petty little fights to even notice him. Geet was the one who healed all his wounds. She was his medicine. All he ever needed, all he ever desired. He got up placing a soft kiss on her cheek and made a dash for the bathroom.

"You are not going anywhere" Geet snatched his shirt from his hand.

"I have a very important meeting. Main thodi der mei vaapis aa jaaunga" He lunged to take the piece of cloth back from her hands which now behind her back.

"Nahi ka matlab hai nahi." She took a step back. "Jab tak aap puri tarah se theek nahi ho jaate, you are not going" she jutted her chin and looked at him boldly.

He left out a deep sigh, "Then what do you suggest I do? Laze around the house?"

"It wouldn't hurt to. Maine Adi se baat kar li hai. He has already told Pinky to cancel all your meetings and he is handling the rest" She placed the shirt back in the almirah and closed it. Maan knew he stood no chance in front of his wife; he might as well throw in the towel.

Maan came up behind her and encircled her waist "To phir ab? Let's laze around together" he nuzzled her neck. Grinning ear to ear Geet pushed him back gently. "I have work." Turning around, she pointed at his chest "You sleep" and made her way towards the door.

"Alone?" he gasped from behind. Shaking her head, she threw a casual look over her shoulder "Yes..alone"

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The whole day, Geet didn't let him work. He was supposed to be resting and she made sure he did exactly that. Later in the afternoon, when she saw that he wouldn't stop ordering Adi over the phone, she took that away from him. Maan fumed in anger but Geet paid no heed. At home she was the boss, and it was time he understood that. Daadima had left for Women's association meeting and the two were left alone.

She had been working in the kitchen when Maan made his way to stand behind her. He had taken the nap she had suggested. He just needed to close his eyes and relax while the medicines did rest of the work. He felt rejuvenated and energized. He wrapped his arms around her, snuggling her against his chest and looked over to the pan. "This smells good" he murmured "But not better than you" he nuzzled her neck and placed a kiss on her shoulder.

She smiled as she placed her hands on his arms feeling his skin. His fever seemed to have come down. She turned around in his arms, stood on her toes and kissed him softly. "And you taste good" she murmured against his perfectly shaped lips. "How are you feeling?"

"Good but I am so bored…care to give me some company?" He ran his hands slowly up and down her back caressing her. He looked over her shoulder, his breath against her neck "You seem to be almost done and nobody else is home." He grinned at her wickedly.

She gasped "Maan..it's like the middle of the afternoon"

He pulled up his wrist to check the time. "Ummm.. it is 5:22 pm to be exact" he said kissing her cheek.

Geet grinned back at him as she swatted his shoulder playfully. "You have one track mind"

"Don't blame me. I am hopelessly in love." He growled at her.

"Maan, Daadima will be back anytime now. Just think if she walks upon us like this? Kya sochengi?"

"Sochengi ki main tumse bahut pyaar karta hoon. .Tum to aaj subah se sirf hukum chala rahi ho. Do bol pyaar ke nahi bol sakti mere saath?" saying he abruptly left her and crossed his arms over his chest.

She gasped. "Main aur hukum? Maan Singh Khurana ke aage aaj tak kisi ki chali hai jo meri chalegi?" She lay her head over his shoulder "Aapki tabiyat theek hai na ab?"

He moved a little throwing her off balance, "Main theek hoon..tum apna kaam karo" Saying he started to leave the kitchen.

She sighed and tilted her head to a side. Mujhe Nautanki bulaate hain aur khud ko dekho.. haaye babaji… inka kya hoga. Geet hugged him from behind as placed a soft kiss on his broad back. "Sorry baba. Main to mazaak kar rahi thi. I am glad you took rest aur dekho, your fever seems to have gone too." He smiled as he tugged her wrist and with a swift yank brought her in front of him. "Mazaak?? Huh?" Cupping her face, he ran one thumb brushing over her lower lip and Geet closed her eyes. She felt his breath over her face and she stopped breathing in anticipation of a kiss. He moved a strand of her hair slowly behind her ear carefully. His fingers grazed her skin slightly in the process but didn't linger too long leaving her discontented. She moved a little closer and longed for him to press his lips to hers. But to her dismay, Maan left her alone standing restless and wanting more.

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Daadima stood outside Naintara's house wondering how she would ever face her. Whatever her grandson did to this young lady was beyond conceivable. She knew all about Dev's antics and anger but she was under the impression that it was towards her and Maan. The fact that he would hurt another human being had shaken her to the core. When Geet had gotten hurt, she knew Dev had no intentions of hurting her. He was after Maan. She repented not talking to her grandson then and there. Her delay in judgment had brought her to this door step. The one she had never thought she would ever see in this lifetime. She had never liked Naintara but it was due to her profession. She wished she could wound back time and clean all the mess Dev had created. She waited as she rang the door bell yet again.

Naintara opened the door to find Dev's grandmother standing with an apologetic look on her face. There was a time in past, she had dreamt of this moment. A moment where Dev's family would welcome her in their lives with open arms. Their faces lit with delight not the somber look she was facing. But now, it held no value to her. She politely bowed her head and moved aside giving the elder lady a way into her house.

"Naintara..jo kuch bhi Dev ne aapke saath kiya, hum uske liye aapse maafi maangna chaathe hain" Savitri Devi spoke after a minute.

"Nahi Daadima, Aap kyun maafi maang rahe hain? Galti Dev ne ki hai, aapne nahi. Please aap humse badi hain.---"

"Dev ki har galti ke peeche hamari galti hai" Savitri devi cut in. "Agar humne usko chote hote se achche bure ki samajh achche se de hoti to woh aise nahi hote"

"Aap aisa kyun sochti hain? Maan Veerji ko bhi to aapne hi bada kiya hai. Dono bhaaiyon mei kitna farak hai"

Daadima sighed and took a long breath. "Humne Dev ki har galti par parda daala hai. We gave him everything on a silver platter; he didn't have to ask for anything. Maan ne business sambhala aur Dev—us ne sirf Maan aur humko apna dushman samjha hai"

"Hum aapko rukne ke liye nahi bolenge. Aapko pura haq hai apni zindagi ke faisle lene ka. Hum aapse sirf ek guzaarish karne aaye hain" Daadima spoke with a heavy heart.

Naintara held Daadi's hands in hers as she urged her to go ahead. She swallowed the lump in her throat and looked at Naintara straight in the eye. "Hum chahte hain ki hum is bachche ki zindagi ka hisaa bane. Hum iski Par-daadima hain. Please Beta, will you let me be a part of your child's life?" Naintara wiped the tears on Daadi's cheeks as she nodded slightly. Daadima hugged her as the two ladies cried softly.

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Having finished their dinner, Maan and Geet sat lazily over the sofa as they watched the re-run of comedy circus. While Geet laughed heartily over the jokes, Maan gave her an irritated look. He had wanted to watch a documentary and was miffed when Geet took the remote and changed the channel. According to her, the documentary was a bore. Maan felt her choice of program was like wasting time laughing over pointless jokes. Exasperated, he had given up after a short war with his wife. When had he ever won against her, that he would win now? He gave her one last annoying look as she threw her head back laughing, her eyes closed, her face flushed and left the room.

"I thought you needed my company?" she called out to him as he was just about to disappear from her sight.

"I will manage" he bit back without looking back.

Geet turned off the TV as she scrambled to her feet and ran towards him. Catching up to him just as he made his way up the stairs, she intertwined their arms together as she walked in step with him. Maan gave her an irksome look while she just smiled beautifully.

"Itna gussa? Haaye babaji.." she stopped as Maan shot a warning look towards her. She batted her eyelids as she tried to make Maan smile. When nothing worked, she cupped his face and gave him a slow tantalizing kiss which took him off guard completely. There were very few times when Geet took an initiative and he was pleased to say the least. He kissed her back with all the love. She didn't realize when Maan had walked with her to their bedroom, closing the door with a loud thud. One hour later, Geet lay in bed flushed under the sheets, her face glowing, thanks to Maan's ingenious and playful lovemaking. She heard the shower running and grinned at how Maan had begged her to join him. But she had wanted to savor the feelings of being loved and had refused. But when the phone rang, it was a harsh intrusion to her lovely thoughts. Realizing it was Maan's cell, she rolled over the bed and picked it up without checking the caller ID. She hadn't said a word and froze when she heard a female voice.

"Happy Birthday Maan" Sameera's voice pierced her ears.

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Maan turned the faucet and lifted his face as the water cascaded down his hair to the rest of his body. It was warm and it felt nice. He wished Geet had joined him, there had been plenty of times when he had asked her to but knew the reason for her refusal. He smiled; he loved the way she still blushed at their close encounters. He secretly wished he would have this effect on her always. He had been thinking about her when a pair of hands travelled around his waist to his chest from back and hugged him from his shoulders. He savored the feelings of her soft hands as they caressed his wet body. He was surprised at first but knew who the pretty hands belonged to; he tilted back and turned his head a little.

"I thought you would never take up my offer" he whispered hoarsely.

She smiled and gently placed her lips on his broad back kissing him. His wet body pressed tightly against hers as she pulled him back a little.

"Couldn't miss up the opportunity of seeing you in your birth suit on your birthday" she whispered back.

Geet felt Maan stiffen in her embrace. The cheerfulness that had come to his mind suddenly dissipated. She quietly disentangled herself and moved around to face him.

She saw guilt and worry. Her chest constricted at the sway of emotions on Maan's face. She thought he would be happy, ecstatic, but not this.. She clasped his shoulders, rose on her tippy toes and placed a soft kiss on his lips "Happy Birthday Maan"

"How did you…."

She smiled as Maan struggled to complete the sentence. Just when his wildest dreams of getting her naked with him in the shower finally came true, someone had to destroy it. He groaned inwardly as Geet told him about the call but didn't make him feel guilty. Neither did she show any anger towards the bearer of the news. For her, Sameera was nonexistent in their lives; she held no place for Geet to feel threatened towards her. She refused to waste her time and energy on her.

He marveled at the woman standing in front of him. She was a vision of unparallel beauty that had come to his life as a blessing. Putting her shyness aside, she merely came to wish him on his day. He had never celebrated this day for his parents never did it for him when he was young and later, he never felt like it. The thought that he should mention Geet about it never crossed his mind. He gently took her face in his and gave her his famous soul searing kisses she had come to love and left her wanting more. It spoke of love, it spoke of their undying trust and it told Geet all she ever needed to know.

When the kiss ended, "Wow" she gasped, "If I had known what awaited me here, I would have come a long time back"

"Now that you know what you have been missing--" He pulled her closer encircling her waist with his long muscular arms. "—I hope you join me each time from now on"

Geet's eyes widen as his body made contact with hers. Her face was even more radiant than ever as she smiled back at him. She stood there in all her glory fully confident and relaxed as Maan grabbed a bar of soap and scrubbed her. She gave him the look that showed her dedicated tranquility towards him. Maan had been unable to wipe off the ridiculous smile on his face as he saw the raw emotion emit from her eyes. She had just made one of his fantasies come true. Her heart thudded loudly, louder than it had ever as she closed her eyes and submitted herself to experience the feel of his fingers on her wet skin. He gently nipped her shoulder and her lips opened slightly as she gasped. He slid one hand from her shoulder to her wet curly hair, tangling its soft strands into his fingers as he kissed her gently on the lips. She whimpered against his mouth and deepened the kiss. She whimpered again and Maan closed his eyes to savor the moment.

"I love you" she spoke for nothing else could summarize her feelings at the moment.

"I love you too, Geet," Maan whispered back against her lips, nudging her nose with his.

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Sameera had always been the first one to wish Maan ever since they had known each other. She would call at midnight at the stroke of 12 and wish him a year filled with happiness. Only this time, her call wasn't picked up by Maan but Geet. She had fumed when Geet told her Maan was in the shower and couldn't take her call. He hadn't even called her back so she decided to pay the Khurana couple a visit. She dressed in her best outfit and walked in on the couple having breakfast.

She walked up to Maan and before anyone could bat an eye, she kissed him on his cheek wishing him. A horrified Geet looked upon as Sameera left a deep red lipstick mark on her husband's cheek.

"Many many happy returns of the day Maan!!! I had called last night but couldn't talk to you" she threw an accusatory glance towards Geet before she brought her attention back to Maan.

Maan looked at Geet, who appeared composed on the outside but understood her inner turmoil. She had mentioned Maan about the phone call and it was Maan who hadn't bothered to call back. He could read the fury in her eyes and was surprised as she head towards him and Sam's direction. She came to stand in front of Maan, her eyes never leaving his. With her dupatta in her hand, she wiped the lipstick mark off her husband's cheeks using a little more force than required. "Aaram se Geet, mere gaal ko cheel dogi kya?" he murmured softly but loud enough for Geet to hear. He got a stern look in return which he returned with a smile. She ran a hand over his arm and held his hand asking for his support. Maan squeezed her soft hand and apologized silently. He was amazed with the manner she was holding herself. Had it being him in her shoes, he would have thrown the person off the property.

"I have arranged a small party for your big day. I hope you can make it." Sameera spoke ignoring Geet and her little act.

"Sorry Sam, I plan to spend the day with my wife." Maan looked at Geet with love and pride. Blood thumped in her ears and Geet's heart thudded loudly in her chest as she stood near Maan. The approval she saw in his eyes was a gift beyond her wildest dreams.

She returned his gaze with a smile and spoke. "Thank you Sam for dropping by. But I am sorry, we won't be able to make it." Had she not known Sameera's intentions, she would have begged Maan to go, even if was for old times sake but now she was going to act wise. Mean but wise. "We have other plans."

"We have?" Maan's head sprang towards her. "Yes..yes.. ofcourse we have" he tried to correct his folly as Geet glared at him.

Annoyed beyond imagination, Sameera turned back on her heels and left.

"So what plans do we have Mrs Khurana?" He tugged her closer "And more importantly, why don't I know about it? Maan asked Geet once they were alone.

Holding the collar of his shirt gently, "It's a surprise Mr. Khurana" Geet beamed.

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lovely update Jiu...the way Geet took care of Maan not letting him do any work n showering him with much needed love n attention...she really is the anchor of his life...n then the shower...haayeee☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍...romantic n sensuous...romance of a different kind altogether...Such a nice gift on his b'day😳😳😳😳...the way she carried herself so composed in front of Sameera shows her inner confidence...loved it all the way...so now what more surprises Mr.Khurana is gong to get from his Mrs...hmm...lets see...😆😆

*kaan pakring* maine sachchi dhyan se pada tha but shower achche se yaad reh gaya... my selective memory chose to forget Sameera😆😆😆

loved it!

Wow dat was so worth d wait.glad she gave sam a nice figurative slap.