When his skin touches her he felt like he got burned or more like electrocuted . . . but it felt nice. He didn't die like a moth would, but it was as if he got shocked back to life. He moves the strands of her hair and places behind her ear.
Geet feeling a little ticklish smiles in her sleep and moves her position a little grabbing Maan's hand in the process and sleeping on it.
But then her smile disappears and she starts to whimper, "nahi nahi'.leave me alone please . . .don't come any closer" . Maan just looked on shocked'.was he talking to her?
She jumps awake screaming, "Nahiii" slamming into Maan and holding him in a tight hug.
Maan shocked even more from her sudden behavior, but he couldn't get himself to push her away. He hugs her back as if comforting her.
He murmurs, "Geet it is okay. I am not going to let anybody hurt you".
Maan even surprised at his own words. Why was he so concerned for this girl he barely knew let alone like or did he? At the moment he was just lost in her and the sensations her proximity was coursing through him.
Maan makes her meet his eyes. Gabraho mat. I think you were just having a nightmare. Your safe in my arms.
"kash . . . " she doesn't even finish her train of thought. What did he know? What did anybody know? She was thinking to herself as she was gazing inside his eyes.
Maan: You are different than others . . . quite something actually. I don't know why I am getting a feeling that what you try to portray yourself to be you are not like that at all. . . You are hiding behind it.
A sort of chill ran down her spine. She felt like Maan was reading through her. . . no no more like dissecting through her.
Maan was lost in her hypnotizing beauty and almond shaped eyes with eyelashes batting so softly inviting him in. He was not thinking anymore, just lets whatever his body was feeling to take control. He starts to inch closer, his eyes on her plump lips.
Geet couldn't deny that she was attracted to him. His touch was electrifying and his scent utterly mouthwatering. She dangerously was craving in desire; she could feel his defined muscles through the barrier of clothing, arousing the monster in her. If she had it her way, she without any hesitation would have ripped the clothes off him right than and there, but somewhere at the back of her mind . . . something was stopping her. NOT WITH HIM GEET. Making her eyes shoot right open and jerking a little away millimeters from Maan's luscious lips, there breathes practically mingling with each other. Geet was surprised this was not something knew. She did this with a lot of guys so why not him?
" You know what you are right? I am different but the less you know about me the better or else you will find yourself in such a position in such a situation where you won't be able to find your way out. It is best if you stay away from me." she silently whispers.
" You know you are talking to Maan Singh Khurana right?" he says giving his signature killer smirk.
He slowly moves to the hollow of her neck brushing his lips up her neck and cheekbone and mischievously and huskily whispering in her ear, "If you are trying to push me away well let me tell you, you really SUCK at it".
"Aur vesebi. . . once my target is set and my decision made, I can't even make myself to change it, let alone someone like you. Aur pata hai what my target is right now?"
He sure knew how to tease . . . no no not tease, but Torment the monster in her. For some unknown reason she is trying to spare this one guy . . . something she has never done and he is only making her carnally crave for him more.
"Geet bolo . . . meri jawab do" he huskily whispers fanning his sweet and delicious breath against the side of her face, her heart racing thunderously against her chest.
" Don't say I didn't warn you," she almost moans out.
Maan rolls his eyes and takes that as his permission to proceed. With no second thoughts his hands travel around her waist and with one pull he brings her anticipating lips to meet his. What felt like a spark at first turned out to feel like her whole body was on fire! There was something different about this kiss as if it were her first, like she once dreamed it would be. She felt every fiber . . .every cell of her body screaming his name in desire. For Maan he could have never wished or dreamed it to be any better. He let her lips arouse every nerve in his body. This was his fist kiss and he let his lips devour hers. He starts to tease and bite her bottom lip and then deepens the kiss, while his hand opens the door of the car.
His body pushes her against the driver's seat with which one sudden jerk reclines all the way back. Thank God it was past two in the morning and there were no cars or people because they were making out in a convertible car with the top open.
Maan breaks away for only a second so they could breathe. Except Geet not even then was willing to let him break free. She pulls him back tightening knotting her fingers in his hair. Maan was enjoying the fact that she had a little bold side ( Zeynab laughs, a little? Poor Maan you haven't seen anything yet) and wanted him just as much as he wanted her. With a much more comfortable position Maan starts to increase the fervor of the kiss becoming even more aggressive causing a moan to escape from Geet's lips. Geet just lets herself inhale as much of him, as much of his scent as possible.
He liked hearing his name from her lips. He wanted to hear it again so he decides to tease her. He breaks free from the kiss and Geet's heart almost felt like it would stop beating. "Maan" she moaned again, her body aching to become one with his, unleashing the animal in Maan he also wanting more of her. His lips trail to her neck leaving bite marks everywhere while Geet continued to moan not of pain, but of pleasure and digs her nails into his broad arms and even neck. He starts to undo her dori sliding her salwar kamiz down her shoulder planting wet kisses along the way, while Geet was unbuttoning his shirt.
"Ring . . . ring . . . ring", Maan's cell phone rang. Maan's eyes shoot right open and he gets off of Geet. He had no idea what just happened or why did it happen? He closes his eyes in frustration hoping than when he opens his eyes this would all be a dream.
The cell phone kept on ringing, Geet picks it up and says, " Your phone . . . it is ringing".
Maan just looks at Geet. He couldn't believe she was responding so normally as if nothing happened between them. He takes the phone from her, his fingers slightly stroking against her's. This time Geet responds back by recoiling her fingers back a little. His touch was driving her senses insane. She justified it as every other physical attraction she had for other guys.
Maan: Hello
Naina: Maan beta where are you? It is so late and you are still working!
" sorry mom I got caught up with something" he says as he glances over Geet.
Geet looks away and starts to fix herself up.
"Don't worry I will be there shortly" he says disconnecting the call.
As he glances back he sees Geet missing he turns and sees she was leaving. He starts to run and call out to her, except she wasn't stopping.
But that Maan grabs her hand. His sudden touch makes geet to suck in her breath.
Maan: kaha jarahi ho? Your car is still not working.
She gets a hold of herself and turns around.
Geet: Can't you see I am walking home? My legs seem to be more useful than you.
Maan had about enough of this girl. What mood swings! One second she is scared, nice, and all over him . . . and the next second she is rude and a pain in the rear.
" Well excuse me for wasting your time enjoying my lips" he says with a not so nice of a smirk.
Sorry to burst your bubble, but you are not my type anyways.
Geet: What did you think? I am like those so-called "million girls" of yours that is fida over you.
Aur vesebi I don't date old guys!
Maan: You think I am old! I am only 26!
Geet: Really I thought you would at least be in your thirties. Maybe it is because of all your seriousness and angry look all the time. Loosen up a bit sweatheart and enjoy life!
Maan: Just shut up!
Geet: see . . . thank you for proving my point.
He grabs her and glares at her, "IF you don't shut up than I will . . ."
Geet: Kya karogi . . . hain? There is nothing you can do or say to scare me with!
Maan lets her go. She is seriously crazy.
Geet: I have to go to college tomorrow and I can't be late. So instead of wasting my time and fighting with me can you at least make yourself useful and drop me off at my house.
Maan: You are asking me or commanding me? If either you are asking the wrong person. I don't help people just like that . . . in fact I don't help.
Geet: Than why did you stop and turn around to help fix my car. Why did you come back Maan?
His head shot up not as much for the question that she asked, but for hearing his name from her mouth again. It felt so nice and good inside him hearing his name from her musical voice. Yeh mujhe kya hora ha hai? Maan mentally screamed at himself.
Maan: I am not your friend for you to be calling me by my first name samjhe tum.
He grabs her hand and starts to drag her with him.
Geet: What do you think you are doing? You have no idea who you are messing with! Let go of me!
Maan: Nahi chodonga toh?
He squeezes her hand and brings her closer. "Listen I am not like other guys who may bow down to you! So drop your "all that" attitude of yours and be a good girl and just sit on the bike.
Maan sits and Geet sits behind him. She was helpless what else could she have done. Her stupid cell phone was out of charge or else she would have called Dev. It was not like she was ever going to see him in her life again, so might as well use him even if she had to tolerate his ego headed attitude. Seriously he does not know how to behave with a girl she thought.
Maan starts the engine, but before driving away he gives one glance back at Geet.
Maan: What is your address.
Geet: It is at ************** ( didn't feel like making up an address lol).
As Geet was saying her address maan could see Geet inching away holding the edges of the motorcycle trying not to make any contact with Maan . . . trying not to give him the wrong impression. Seeing that a smile creeps onto Maan's lips and he says, " Do yourself a favor and try not to fall".
Before those words could fully register inside Geet's head Maan twists the gear, the motorcycle roaring into life, and speeds away. Out of utter shock and fear she holds onto his chest, wrapping her arms securely around him. He could almost feel her nails digging inside his skin, but for some reason he was not protesting nor complaining.
Maan finally reaches her home, but Geet still had her eyes closed, head laid on his back, and arms around him. For some reason he found it very amusing. In the beginning she didn't even want to touch him and now she was all over him.
" If you are done feeling this "old guy" all over than you can get off this bike", Maan says fighting back a grin.
Precap:
Maan: First let me know if you are challenging me . . . or if this is your way of trying to get a guy curious and interested in you.
This was an extra extra long update for u guys so i better see u guys hitting the like button and giving me extra extra long comments. . . varna. . . varna me going to disappear 😆!
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