-dreams- maaneet FF THREAD 2 - Page 24

Originally posted by: febinyusuff

Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam, dream, dream, dream
Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam, dream, dream, dream
When I want you in my arms
When I want you and all your charms
Whenever I want you, all I have to do is
Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam, dream, dream, dream

Originally posted by: Dreamy_Mystique

febin are thse ur creations😆..if yes, then u r damn good gurl

Dreams
part 16

Simran wanted to slap her back but her parents came running & took her away. dehka aagyen na aapne aukat pe.. gawaner..mannerless she screamed as she was dragged out from the scene

When did it happen-I don't know!

Maan shot an agonized look to Geet. She did know the anger was because of the betrayal. He grabbed her hand & tried to walk away.. when the spot light fell on them while crossing the hall he turned her angrily & spun her around.. dancing furiously to the music that followed. He slipped his hand around her waist & tucked her closer. She looked down & at him. His eyes was spiting fire. He was mad. He had no idea wat he was doing. He spun her again & turned her around to hold her again in his arm.

He lifted her & spun her around. She didn't move .. he moved her around. She just followed him like his shadow.. soothing his anger which was at peek. She wondered why it was she who had to be at the brunt of his anger always.
Why did u have to stoop low
Why did u hit her
he spat in anger, she wanted to let go..she growled as he spun again. She glared at him angrily hissing let go. He didn't move, though she saw his chest rise as he took a huge breath. He didn't understand why was she being so indifferent. It was not her to raise her hand or show off.. did he make a mistake in understanding her, like he did with Simran.

mujhe chodiyen...

He muttered something under his breath .. she leaned closer to listen...a second later he pulled her close and twirled her round. Geet was plastered to Maan's torso. His arm at her waist didn't steady her rather it welded her to him. His breath feathered her forehead. His hard thighs cradled her then shifted provocatively between her legs as they danced, evoking a strange hollow ache in deep in her with a threatening fear.

she felt his every movement close, partly because her hands were trapped against his chest. His heart pounded fast and strong beneath her palm, despite his anger and hurt.

I had enough she gasped as he swung her round and back down the dance floor. This was too much, too dangerous especially to the little one.

he was still very angry she could make out.
U don't want me in ur life either.
All the pleasure she felt in the evening shattered in that moment, like fragile crystal smashed down. The heady excitement of the evening faded to something brassy and shallow.

She stepped back to break his hold but his grip tightened.
He tucked her closer angrily & took her out with him. They walked through the corridor to the parking lot. She was not used to the place. She had never been to a parking lot. She always had her car pick her from the door step. Even in her college days every gate of the college had a car waiting for her. She could step out from any gate & get into to the car & other cars would just follow. This place full of cars parked looked so scary in the darkness. She looked here & there & then she felt a solid wall behind her and Maan's powerful body trapping her against it.

aap .. she gulped.. wat r u doing? It was meant to sound outraged. Instead her voice was uneven & weak with the aggression of conflicting emotions. She should loathe this forced intimacy, the press of his body. Yet she felt concerned for him, all the while she knew he was upset his heart was wounded

Maan cupped her face in warm palms and lifted her chin. She looked deep into eyes the color of a heart broken soul which now belonged only to her.
Main ne tumhari zindagi barbad kardi.. he closed his eyes.. a tears escaped & fell on her cheek.
I didn't mean to
He leaned forward touching his forehead to hers. His hands tunneled her hair, sending threads of shivery sensation down her spine, across her shoulders. Wat was happening to her why she felt so vulnerable to his very touch. Why seeing him in pain hurt her. Her hands betrayed her & reached to his cheek to wipe his tears.. he angrily snapped her hand.. nahi... I don't deserve anything. he caressed her scalp and rubbed his nose against hers. She melted into him closing her eyes.

U don't have to love me.. he screamed.. don't.. don't love me.. he dipped his head to her shoulder & buried into her cascading dark long hair. His hands slipped her waist & tucked her sacred.. scared of losing her. Scared of his deeds, scared of mistakes. She slowly rested her hand on his waist unsure if it was ok. Her warm touch send currents down him.

She didn't say anything she was little scared. Scared of herself. This conflicting emotion in her.

Later at night Maan came to her room..she was turning restlessly caressing her arm that was bruised when he held her tightly. He felt ashamed. He took an ointment & went to her room. Turning her gently, he pulled her form into his arms and cradled her gently. Her wounds were grievous. How could he be so harsh on her. He carefully applied the creamy ointment. She chuckled in her sleep. He softly patted her to ease her pain so that she could slip into deep sleep.

😭 tooo short

one more plase

please one more😔

me waiting😍