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Tum Kaun Ho?

A Maaneet Fan Fic

Chapter 80
July 7, 2011 11:35 pm

"Geet, I don't want you to worry about anything for the next ten minutes. Just relax in the tub and let us do everything for you."

Naintara finished pining Geet's hair up and placed a shower cap over her head to keep her hair dry. Then she helped her out of the robe she was wearing and into the large tub. As Geet submerged herself into the milk and rose petal bath, she felt the stress and tensions of the day melt away.

"Di, are you sure you don't need my help?"

"I'm sure. Pinky is putting your clothes away and Annie has everything under control for the room decoration. Khanika Aunty's two daughters, um...Naina and Rashmi are helping her."

Naintara left Geet alone for a few minutes to check on how the others were doing. When she came back, she was carrying a pile of stuff in her arms. As she set out everything neatly on the vanity, Geet saw the besides her lengha choli, Naintara had brought several different beauty products. Once everything was set out, Naintara walked over with a big towel, indicating that Geet should get out.

Geet wrapped the towel around herself and made her way to the vanity. Giving only a cursory glance to the different bottles she noticed some facial cleanser. Not liking the idea of sleeping in makeup that had been on her face since morning, and touched up several times in between, she grabbed the bottle and began to clean off her face. The cleansing was completed with some moisturizer and then Geet started looking through what else was there.

"What's this? Sexy Little Things Noir..." Geet turned to Naintara, who was busy emptying the tub.

"Di?" she questioned in embarrassment, holding up the bottle for inspection, too shy to say the name out loud.

"What is it?" responded Naintara, turning to see what Geet needed. Taking the bottle in her hand, she said, "Oh yes. A wedding night wouldn't be complete without Victoria's Secret. Annie swears by this lotion. There's a perfume also."

Naintara walked over and picked up the perfume bottle of the same name. Geet protested, exclaiming that it felt too strange to use anything that had the word SEXY in it's name. In fact, Geet didn't think she needed to use body lotion at all.

"Geet, this is your wedding night. You're getting dressed up for your husband. Don't you want to do everything you can to be desirable for him? Trust me and use the lotion and perfume."

July 7, 2011 11:59 pm

Geet came out of the bathroom after having done as Naintara said, letting her help with her hair, and tying the six doris that were needed to secure her blouse. Looking around the room that she and Maan would now share, Geet was amazed. It had been turned into a lover's paradise, with the bed being decorated with more flowers that Geet thought possible. A soft glow pervaded the room, from the numerous candles scattered around on various furniture. Annie had really outdone herself.

Geet didn't know what to say, so she came out with the first thing that came. "Don't you think that maybe there are too many candles?"

"Geet, don't worry. All of these candles are self extinguishing. I know nobody wants to worry about the room burning down on their wedding night, well, at least not from candles. If it's burning from passion, that's another thing entirely."

Geet blushed and Naintara scolded Annie for making her feel shy. They then led Geet over to the bed, making sure she was comfortable before unfastening the curtains. Naintara advised her to relax and not worry about anything. Maan would be there in just a few minutes.

July 8, 2011 12:05 am

As Geet was left by herself, she decided that she finally knew why Indian brides sat holding their knees as they waited for their groom. It was to keep themselves from falling into pieces from the nervousness. Geet couldn't believe how nervous she felt. If only Maan would come and hold her hand, or give her a hug, she was sure everything would be alright, but the waiting was really getting to her.

When the door finally opened and Maan walked in, Geet couldn't help but glance towards him. He was looking so handsome, even with the scowl on his face. Geet supposed that someone must have said something to annoy him before he came into the room. She felt her breath catch, and turned away suddenly, when she saw how the expression on his face changed when he saw her on the bed. Immediately the nervousness was back, increased ten-fold.

Geet turned her head away, looking straight ahead, though she could still see him from the corner of her eye. He walked slowly toward the bed and stopped just as he reached the edge. Geet thought she saw him raise his hand toward the curtain, but then he moved out of her sight. Geet waited for a while, but he didn't say anything, or do anything, at least not that she was aware off.

Finally, she asked, "What are you doing over there?"

"Why, are you feeling impatient?" Geet could hear the amusement in his voice. "Geet, after so many difficulties, after waiting so long, the marriage ceremony is finally completed. We are husband and wife now, and this is our Suhaag Raat. Did you think that I would pounce on you the moment I came into the room?"

Yes, she had thought that. He had been pouncing on her since the time of their first kiss. Nothing in his behavior during the wedding indicated anything else, so Geet was now quite confused by his actions.

"Geet, if that is what you thought, then you thought wrong," confirmed Maan. "Now that we are finally alone, with all the barriers between us gone, I want to savor this moment as long as possible. I'm in no mood to rush anything tonight."

While he was speaking, Maan slowly moved aside the shear curtain and flowers that were draped over the bed. He sat softly on the bed and leaned in towards his wife, lowering the tone of his voice as he did so. Geet was nervous enough and with her veil covering her face, she was unaware that he had come so close to her. As she turned to talk to him, she jumped slightly to see his face just behind hers.

"You..." she started, but then was unable to continue, turning her face away quickly.

"I what, Geet?"

Geet took a deep breath and tried to calm her racing heart. She then smiled a little as she said, "You're trying to trouble me, that's why you are behaving this way. This is more of your naughtiness."

"Do you think that I am not troubled, Geet?"

"What do you mean you are troubled?"

"How can I be anything but, when your flirty eyes glance my way," he whispered in her ear. "Tell me something, Geet. Did you have to practice looking up through your lashes like that, or is it something that comes naturally?"

Even through her veil, Geet could feel Maan's warm breath on her ear as he spoke. His nearness was creating a tingling sensation that rippled through her body uncontrollably. All her senses were on high alert, unconsciously knowing that this time was different. This time nothing would stop the natural conclusion of these feelings. It made it impossible for her to respond to him, even if he expected her to. Apparently he did not expect a response, for he continued his complaints against her.

"It's not just your eyes that trouble me, but everything about you. Your intoxicating scent makes it difficult for me to think properly. The blush on your cheek causes my heart to beat faster. The trembling of your lips steals my breath away. The delicate pulse beating at the base of your exquisite neck demands my eyes' attention. I could mention your hair, your ears, your nose, your shoulders, your hands, even more, but I think you understand." Maan put his hand under Geet's chin and lifted her face to his. "In short, my beautiful, irresistible wife, everything about you robs me of my sanity."

Geet could feel herself being mesmerized by his words. It seemed like they were in a beautiful, romantic dream, where anything was possible. The nervousness was still there, but she found that it didn't matter anymore. The only thing that mattered was the man next to her who was slowly moving his hand sensuously along her cheek, up towards her hair.

Maan slid her unpinned veil off of her head, letting it slip into a pile behind her on the bed. His hands then continued to the back of her hair, where he expertly unpinned her maang tikka, setting it aside. Next he undid one earring, and then the other, then her necklace, deliberately sliding his fingers along her skin, over her ears, checks, under her chin and around her neck.

Every time his fingers touched her, Geet closed her eyes unaware she was doing so. It was her body's natural reaction, blocking her visual sense, enhancing her sense of touch. She would even move her head in the direction of his fingers as they trailed along her skin, attempting to prolong the contact as much as possible.

When all her jewelry except her mangulsutra and bangles had been removed, Maan paused, just resting his head against hers. Geet waited for what would come next, unsure what his next move would be. She could hear him breathing in deeply, savoring the scent of her perfume. That slight noise was so sensuous in sound, that Geet could hardly stand it.

"Maan," she whispered, wanting to tell him that he should stop torturing her.

"No, Geet," he said, placing his finger on her lips. "I won't listen to anything. I intend to do exactly what I want, and right now, I want to see your lustrous hair spread across the pillows."

Maan moved his fingers up into her hair and quickly pulled out the pins, watching as her hair fell gracefully. Geet's gaze never left Maan's face, and when he slowly began lowering her on the bed, she continued to stare into his intense, passion filled eyes. While Maan lazily played with her hair, Geet gave into temptation and began to touch his face with her fingers.

Raising her left hand she started at his forehead, running her fingers lightly over the red tilak mark left from the puja Dadi performed at the wedding. Next she traced his eyebrows and then his check and nose. Maan closed his eyes, feeling her caresses deep inside. When her finger touched his lips lightly, he couldn't help himself from kissing those delicate finger tips.

Maan wanted to let Geet continue her exploration, but with that first kiss he couldn't stop himself. Grabbing her hand he placed a kiss on the sensitive part of her palm, before trailing light, butterfly kisses along her slender arm. After kissing her shoulder, instead of moving on to her neck, he gently turned her onto her right side, exposing her back and the multiple doris that kept her blouse in place.

Maan slowly pulled on the lowest until it came undone, leaning down to place a kiss where the knot had been resting against her spine, causing Geet to arch her back in response. Maan continued with each dori until her back was completely bare. Moving her hair aside, and kissing her gently on the neck, Maan slowly slid the strap of her blouse down her arm.

As Geet turned to again lay on her back, Maan pulled her blouse off, exposing her entire top half to his view. Geet lay there quietly, allowing him to look his fill of her exposed form. Only a few minutes previous, she was so nervous she couldn't even think about being naked in front of him. Somehow, Maan's slow seduction had eased her anxieties and left only warmth and a desire to be closer behind. It had also free her inner siren, prompting a boldness she had never known before.

"Maan, it's really not fair. You've left me in this condition, but you still have all your clothes on?" Maan grinned, seeing the cute little pout that accompanied his wife's complaint.

"So, what you're saying is that you want to do the same to me," he stated, as he caressed her cheek gently.

Geet nodded with a small smile, to which Maan dipped his head in assent. She reached up to his collar and began undoing the buttons of his sherwani. There was no hesitation or shyness in her actions, only confidence that came from their love and acknowledgement of their relationship. Soon the sherwani was discarded, along with the undershirt he was wearing, leaving him bare to the waist.

Geet's eyes ran hungrily over his hard and well muscled body, following the path of her gaze with light touches from her fingers. It was a long exploration, as Geet seemed to need to touch every bit of skin visible. Maan found himself returning the favor, running his hands up and down her arms, lightly across her flat stomach, and up further. Over time their bodies slowly came closer together, until skin came in contact with skin, and arms wound around each other tightly.

Geet was finding it a bit difficult to breath properly, but still managed to say, "Do you know, Maan, even though we are here together like this, I still have trouble believing that it's not a dream. I have trouble believing that I am actually here with you, in your arms, making love."

"Believe it, Mrs. Khurana. You and me here, together, is no dream, but the true reality of our life. From now on, we are no longer Maan Singh Khurana, and Geet Handa, two separate individuals, but Maan and Geet, a union of two souls into one. This is only the beginning." Powerless to hold back any longer, Maan took Geet's mouth into his own, pouring all his love into the kiss, as he proceeded to finally make her his.

I have a massive pm list update that I need to do before I can send pms, so I will do that when I get back from work. In the meantime, some Suhaag Raat goodies.

Oh, and I shamelessly admit to copying some from the serial's Suhaag Raat episode. I suggest everyone go back and watch it again, of course press pause before Maan stops, and pretend it fades to black. You will go to Maaneet heaven, I promise.

PS. This will have to suffice you for awhile. There are other FFs that need attention.

Body Lotion link.

The bed.

Geet's dress.

Geet's jewelry.