Part 5:
WARNING: 18+ ONLY
Geet heard the door creak open and saw Maan enter slowly into the room through her thick veil that covered her face. Her toes curled at the sound of the door latch being tightly shut. She was excited but at the same time she was a nervous wreck; Maan had confessed his love for her but she knew she was in big trouble for tricking him into doing so. He did seem a little peeved at her for making him suffer but she would make sure he would forget everything and only remember this beautiful day that they had become man and wife.
Maan strode towards the room, looking angry but as soon as he saw his wife, everything else was shut out of his brain. A small smile came to play on his lips at the sound of wife, his wife. She was beautifully adorned in her bridal attire and she sat naively, bending her knees and her delicate hands on them. Her veil nicely covered her face, waiting for him to remove them and look at her beautiful face. She sat motionless as he sat next to her, admiring her. He slowly pulled off the veil to reveal her blushing and shy face. Her head was coyly bent low and he let the veil slip away as he pulled her face up with a gentle tug under her chin. He stared lovingly at her and bent to kiss her forehead. Geet closed her eyes at the feel of her his warm lips on her cold skin.
"Jaan, aanken kholo," he whispered softly against her ears, sending tingling sensation throughout her body. She opened her eyes and looked hesitantly at him before bending down.
"Maan, I am sorry to have played a nasty trick against your emotions," she said, her voice cracking. He stiffened at the mention of her sorry and remembered he was supposed to extract revenge from her, a sweet revenge.
Maan cleared his throat and moved back a few paces with a stern expression on his face. "Haan regarding that, you still need a lot of explaining to do dear," he said crossing his arms. "Aur don't worry maine punishment bhi soch liya hai," he said with a mischievous glint in his eyes that was missed by Geet as she was looking down. "Pehle yeh kaho, did you know that I was coming yesterday?" he asked curiously.
"Nahi Maan, promise," she said vehemently nodding her head while pinching her throat.
"Then what was that scene that I saw as soon as I entered with Arjun proposing to you?" he asked, pain clearly reflecting in his eyes.
"Proposal?" Geet asked puzzled and then she remembered discussing how Maan would propose, if he did, with Arjun and concluded that Maan had probably seen that. "Voh?" she asked laughing nervously, "we were just discussing how you would propose to me."
"Accha?" he asked curiously eyeing her. "But tumhe nahi lagta tum ek baat bhool rahi ho?" Seeing her look confused at him, he jerked her forward, "Main tumhe kyun propose karoon jab tum sirf mere ho, aur sirf mujhe haq hai tum pe," he whispered huskily near her lips. His closeness was causing a wreck in her and as his hot breath fanned against her lips she involuntarily parted her lips partially, inviting him.
Maan saw the effect he had on her and smirked thinking of the ways he was going to make her yearn. "Itni jaldi bhi kya hai Geet, don't worry main tumhe kiss karoongi magar we still need to talk," he said with a smug on his face.
"Huh?" she asked fluttering her eyes open, and looked flushed at her own brazenness.
"We still need to talk jaan," he said seductively brushing his slender hands on her lips, causing her to gasp. "So where were we?" he asked slowly running his finger down to her chin and travelling through her neck. She arched her neck, giving him more access. He let his fingers carelessly linger near her cleavage while drawing random patterns on her open neck. Geet clutched the sheets unable to take his teasing. And in place of her pleading him to stop a slight moan escaped from her throat. Seeing his effect on her he smiled wickedly before abruptly getting up. The absence of his touch made her realize he had gotten up. She looked confusedly at him. He walked a few paces and came to sit right behind her. He sat very close yet they didn't touch each other.
Maan noticed the blouse of was merely held by various strings that were tied on her back, revealing her smooth back. "It seems you have the knack for quite a planning Geet," he said slightly running his fingers on her skin on the back.
"Voh, I," she stammered gathering her voice.
"Voh kya Geetu?" he asked untying the first string and letting the back of his hand brush through the freshly revealed skin.
Geet hissed at the contact and involuntarily leaned to Maan, sealing the little gap between them. "Are you in loss for words? Hamesha bak bak karti ho," Maan said slightly pushing her away.
Geet realized she was giving away too much when he did really mean he wanted to talk. She mentally slapped herself for going overboard and looked down embarrassed, "Aisa koi," she stopped abruptly when she felt his hands slide onto her stomach. She inhaled a sharp breath in at the sudden contact and her breaths became heavy.
"I am listening," Maan said kissing her nape as she clutched his hands tighter. He trailed his kisses along her nape and on her shoulders before arriving at her back. He untied another two strings with his teeth urgently while the blouse held onto her body with just one more string. He placed a few wet kisses, making her tremble with his touch. "Kuch bolo na," his baritone voice echoed in her ear as he leaned onto her and kissed her ear sensually.
"Tum," she said closing her eyes reveling in pure pleasure, "kehne…ke…liye…mauka…nahi…de," she said in between her moans as he sent a trail of kisses in her nape before slightly biting her. Unable to take his teasing anymore, she abruptly turned and hugged him tightly, hiding herself in his broad chest. Maan chuckled at her gesture and lifted her face slowly. Her chest heaved up and down due to her rapid breathing and her lips trembled while she kept eyes closed.
"Jaan," he said softly kissing her eyelids and slowly removed her maang teekha and her necklace. And with each removal, he replaced that area with a trail of seductive kisses. "I want you to look at me," he said firmly. She opened her eyes and stared into his deep chocolate brown eyes that smiled at her. He slowly made her lie on the bed and he got up to admire his angel. He lay, close beside her traced his finger on her bare mid-riff.
"Maan!" Geet gasped loudly before tucking in her stomach. She clutched his hands, preventing him to proceed any further. She looked at him, a little scared yet the touch had aroused a thousand new sensations in her. She slowly loosened her grip, allowing him to explore down further. He entwined his legs with hers and lifted her ghaghra as she moaned, arousing him further. He roughly pinned her down kissed her right in the corner of her lips and placed himself right on top of her. She shuddered at his sudden roughness yet his touch seemed to soothe her. She arched her back and him more access while he trailed his wet kisses further below. She tried to wiggle her arms free for she wanted to feel him, to feel his lips on hers. But he seemed quite determined in doing it his own way. He removed her skirt in one motion and ran his hands down her thighs causing her to moan and shudder. "Maan please!" she squirmed in pleasure badly wanting to feel him. His slow invasion inside her was killing her, wrecking senses, and eating her alive.
Maan saw yearning for his touch, squirming, shuddering to feel him. He let go off her hands and to his surprise he saw her erupt like a volcano. She grabbed him and pounced on him like a lioness waiting to devour him. Although he was surprised at her act, he did enjoy and let her take over. He had tortured her enough for making him suffer the twenty-four hours. He smiled at her fierceness as she ripped her sherwani open before invading his mouth. Her kiss deepened, probing onto him further, sucking, biting, and nibbling, her tongue playing a sensual game with his. Finally she pulled away from him, panting heavily for breath. "I love you Maan!" she said kissing his lips hard.
"You have no clue how much I do," Maan said before discarding his clothes and hers and threw them across the room. Like iron and magnet they came together; he supported her in his arms as she clung onto him. He raised himself above her and entered deep into her. She moaned against his lips as he kissed her senselessly while spreading her palms wide over his chest, sliding them to lean. She clenched her hands, drawing him deeper and deeper within her. So intense was the rapture that the sudden apex of it ran like a shock of ground lightening along her nerves. She cried out as his hold tightened.
Moments later he sunk on the bed beside her, sweat enveloping his forehead. Their chests heaved with their breathing, finally slowing. Maan made a sound between a groan and a hollow laugh as he pushed himself to face her and pulled her closer towards him. She lay motionless; her eyes tightly closed, her breathing still heavy, re-living in the moments of pleasure. He kissed her forehead lovingly "Jaan, thank you for coming into my life. I love you a lot! Aur agar tum chaho toh yeh sach mein kahi bhi kehne ke liye tayyar hoon. Bas yek mat bhoolna ki tumhare bina, main koi nahi hoon, main mar—" Geet abruptly shut his mouth with her hands and nodded a no, her eyes filling up with tears.
"Maan main sirf tumhara hoon. Sirf tumhe haq hai," Geet said looking at him deeply. Maan kissed her fingers that closed his mouth and removed her fingers. "Aur tum phirse aise baathein kiya toh mujhse bura koi nahi hoga!" she said angrily.
"Sorry jaan," he said holding his ears in apology. Geet simply nodded and kissed his cheek fondly. "Vaise Geetu, tumhare planning se yaad aaya, since you are so good at it, we need to plan something now," he said his eyes hinting mischief.
"Kya Maan?" Geet asked innocently.
"Family planning," he said winking at her.
"Maan!" she said smacking him lightly on his chest before burying herself in it.
"Isme sharmane ki kya baat hai jaan," he said solemnly, loving her shyness. "Mujhe toh at least chaar bacchein chahiye," he said tracing a pattern on her waist.
"Chaar!" Geet said alarmed. "Uff babaji!" she said at the thought of bearing four children.
"Haan aur uskeliye hum practice karni chahiye," he said jerking her forward took her lips onto his, making her forget her resolve to deny him. Once again the tumult came with gathered strength and thrusting tempo, a wild explosion, ravaging her senses. He once again gathered her in the lovemaking process, uniting their body and soul.
i am not good at these kind of scenes i hope u liked it... havnt edited at all please excuse any mistakes. this is the final part of the OS... hope u enjoyed it... hit the LIKE button varna aap logon ko pata hai na no updates 🤣
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