MG ff:strange desires 2,link to thread 3 - Page 23

Maan was frustrated. He was supposed to reach this morning and instead his flight landed late in the evening. He now had to rush home and change for the party, else he would miss few minutes of her. Oh! how he longed for her. This one week was like hell without her. Her mere sight would make such a dufference to him and to imagine her faraway from him was eating away at him. He had left her at her brother's wedding to give her some space and he was certain she wanted it that way. He was desperately waiting for her to come back when this unavoidable meeting came his way.

He called her. God knws how many times he called her and disconnected the call. Why? He had no answer. He was not sure how she would respond. What if she started wondering ablout his intentions of calling her? Normal bosses didnt call thier employees from abroad. He had already made a mistake with her for which he still felt horrible inside. He could not take it if she was back to thinking the same way about him.

Never in his life had he felt such a bnding with a girl. Ther was something about Geet which just drew him crazy. Geet! the name itself sounded so good on his lips. The torturus week was made bearable by her illusions in his mind. Her soft brown eyes looking up at him, her soft voice, her smile, her smooth skin would make him close his eyes and imagine himself near her.

This was also the first time he couldnt wait to get back to India. With a smile he realized that he was changing, and that change had begun the moment an angel in white came walking towards him at the Taj Mahal. His life had never been better. All those meaningless past relationships were a mist quickly disappearing. His only oasis was Geer.

His car arrived at the Khurana mansion. He quickly showered, dressed and headed for the party. He entered the party in a hurry, hoping to quench his thirst by seeing her, but alas she wasnt there. He scanned the crowd about a zillion times but she was still not visible. Dammit! Where was she? Wasnt she going to attend the party? Didnt she have any respect for his orders? But of course! Why would she attend any office related party outside work? Its not like it was mandatory.

Soon, clients started surrounding him. They were all important international clients and entertaining them was very essential for the good working of his company. His very important client Charles and Rose had specially been invited for the party. They were yet to arrive so Maan could atleast collect himself and entertain them without getting distracted all the time.

He was surrounded by some international business men, when he felt a strange sensation build up in him. He looked around but could not find anybody.

Slowly his head turned towards the entrance and that was the end of his sanity! Words failed him and his mind stopped working. All the people around him were forgotten as he began ogling her. Yes, he was oggling at her, because he didnt know what else to do. Geet was wearing his saree. The thought itself made him go giddy with pride. It was like she was wearing his mark on herself proclaiming herself as his in front of the world.

Geet was nervous. She knew it was a big party with many organisations meeting up and she hoped she had made a right decision of wearing the saree. What made her more worked up was the fact that people, mostly the opposite sex were passing quite a stare at her as soon as she got out of the parking lot. She thanked God for Yash by her side who kept her occupied with his silly jokes refusing to let her indulge in self consiousness.

At the entrance Yash met up with one of his friend and asked her to proceed, saying that he would join her in a minute. Left to herself the nervousness started coming back. She didnt know whether to enter the party alone or not. Would he be there? The very thought caused her stomach to contract painfully. Thinking about him always gave her goose bumps so she decided that for once she would take a little courage and walk through the entrance.

Consiously she made her way into the party. She felt people's eyes on her, but among them there was a feeling that he was seeing her. Slowly her nervous eyes met the one pair of eyes straight accross the hall which had the ability to send her ind spinning. It was like time stopped and the knot in her stomach had transformed itself into butterflies, now flying in her stomach.

They stared at her like they were in a trance. Logic was long lost. Suddenly Geet felt a hand on her waist and somebody whispered "I'm Jealous" in her ears. Quickly she came back to reality and remembered that she was wild at him and so there was no need to give a damn to him. She broke the eyelock and smiled at Yash.

"And why would you be jealous?" she tasingly asked as they made their way in the crowd.

"I hate people staring at you like that. It makes me wana take you some place far where all these peple would not be able to see you." He said with mock romance.

"I'm sure your girlfrind would not want to hear you saying that." Geet winked and Yash held a hand to his heart as in pain.

"How could you assume that i would ever think of anyone other than you?" Yash said with a sad face.

"Enough Yash! I have my sources and my sources say that you are in quite a serious relationship with a girl, so i'm not fooled into believing you. I suggest that you drop the idea of flirting with me." Geet slapped him lightly accross the arm.

"Cant Dev and Meera keep their big mouth shut for once? Here i was trying to get myself a chance with the most beautiful girl i'v ever seen, but now my chances are ruined." Yash said pretending to rub his eyes.

Geet just laughed and they met up with the other employees. In the process Geet was unaware that a very angry pair of eyes were following her.

Maan was lost in her, but when that boy's hand went around her waist, he was gripped by a wild fury wanting to rip off his arm. HOW ARE HE? How dare he touch her was all that was running in his mind. And was she flirting with him? Was she now? He would teach her a lesson so harsh, that she would forget the fact that other boys even existed.

At that moment Charles and Rose entered the party and he got busy in entertaining them, but never for a moment let his gaze stray away from her.

The floor was crowded with couples dancing elegantly. Yash had gone to drink and his find took the opportunity to ask Geet for a dance.

It was a jive number and Yash's freind was a really good dancer. Geet did not know jive but it was fun dancing with him. As the steps began getting more forceful, Geet felt a little uncomfortable. As he turned her around Geet saw him staring at her from a corner. The anger in his eyes made her cringe in fear. But what right did he have to look at her like that? id he care when he left her without even informing her? If he could do what he wanted then she too would find her own way.

She was enjoying the dance when the lights dimmed and a slow waltz song played in the background. Yash's friend asked for a second dance and Geet was ready to oblige when she was pulled into somebody's strong arms. Even without looking at him she knew who the person was, from her body's reaction. She looked into his eyes and felt the fire which began to engulf her. She did not want to dance with him. Just who did he think he was, forcing her to dance with him? She was not going to give into his anger that easily. If he had an ego, she too had some self respect.

She struggled against him, pushing him away from her while his grip on her waist only turned harsher. Geet let out a gasp of pain when his hand dug into her stomach.

Maan was mad with rage. He was already angry with the way men were looking at her and to top that, Geet was enjoying herself with those boys? He tried to control his anger, but Geet ignoring him made him lose his cool. He just walked up to her and pulled her into his arms.

He twirled her around the floor and she looked into his eyes with pain. Tears clouded her eyes, not because of the physical pain he was inflicting on her, instead the pain of seperation was speaking to him through her eyes.

He lifted her and brought her down against his body. The dance which had started in anger was slowly turning passionate. They were stating to each other thier anger, sorrow and all the other emotions they were going through in the dance.

The song was over but it was far from over for them. They were lost in the others passion. The turning on of lights brought them out of their world. She consiously removed his hand and hurried away from the dance floor.

She was so much in a hurry to get away from him that she did not notice where she was walking and she bumped into somebody, in the process causing them to spill thier drinks.

She was about to apologize when she recognized the couple from the Taj Mahal incident.

"I'm extremely sorry Ma'am. I failed to notice your presence as i was in a hurry. I apologize for the unfortunate incident." Geet immediately realised that her apology would do no Good as the couple did not seem to be in a mood to accept an apology.

"Miss, do you think an apology would bring back my ruined dress? Oh, how i hate India. I had already told my husband that we were not coming back, but he insisted on account of Mr.Khurana and here we are in his party with my ruined dress. We cannot dream of such atrocious behaviour back in Scotland. In India, all people know to do is cause damage and then say sorry. Darling, i'm out of here. I wonder how you lot get into such high profile parties" she gestured to her husband angrily.

Geet was very embarrassed as the lady was causing quite a scene. She had a good answer in reply tothier nonsense but she feared that her response would cause a rift between Maan sir and his clients, hence she just kept quiet and began to walk away.

Just then somebody caught her wrist and turned her around. She was once again made to look into those intense eyes which could read her anger and embarrassment.

"Mr. and Mrs. Spencer" he said in that soft cold voice of his and the people around them stopped at the tone in his voice. "I'm glad you could make it to my party and i'm sorry for the unfortunate incident. I'm sure Geet here has already apologized and mishaps do happen all the time. Being a foreigner does not make you perfect. You should consider yourself luckyto stand here safe and sound despite insults you have hurled at us. That is what we stand for Mrs. Spencer, Tolerance and patience. But i suggest that you should stop taking undue advantage of this fact. Indians are very tolerant but when certain issues exceed our tolerance, i'm afraid even royals like you have to bear the consequece. I've been listening to quite a lot since i've undertaken your project but i'm afraid to say that my patience is wearing and i'm not sure whether to continue with your project. Infact i dont think any of my other friends too would be interested in touching this project. Anyways i'm not interested in working for people who think so low of us. Do not forget that we are now an independent entity. I'm doing a favour putting my time and effort into this project, do not at any stage think that i am obliged to you in anyway. And after this incident i've lost interest so i'll let you know if i will continue the project or not."

The couple were shocked out of thier wits. They did not expect Maan to talk like that and Geettoo stared at him in awe. Before she knew, he took his hand in hers and walked out of the hall. Geet could hear the couple's humbled apologies but she did not have time to react as he was dragging her out of the hall.

Once they reached the parking lot, Maan's anger cooled down a bit and his grip on her hand loosened. They just walked outside the hotel and away from the crowd.

Silence engulfed them and somehow the silence was peaceful. They walked slowly as if enchanted by the magic of the night.

WIthout warning there was a sudden downpour and Maan pulled Geet under the shelter of a tree.

Maan was drying his hair trying not to look at a wet Geet, but she seemed lost in the rains. She moved herself a little forward, letting the water drops trail accross her face, while splashing the rain with her hands.

On a cue she collected some water in her hands and splashed it on Maas's face who was leaning against the tree watching her. The anger in his eyes only made her repeat her actions more and more until he puleed her hands and grabbed a laughing Geet in his arms. She laughed and laughed until the laughter slowly died down and Geet felt her breathing quicken. The look in his eyes was igniting a fire within her in contrast to the chill of the atmosphere.

Maan turned her around so that she was trapped in between him and the tree. He was already turned on and the scared look in her eyes wasnt helping him in any way.

His fingers slipped into her saree, making circles around her belly button. Geet parted her lips as a sweet sensation began to fill her. Unclonsiously she pushed herself closer to him, his legs trapping her legs in between his. He moved closer to her, thier foreheads touching and Geet closed her eyes in sheer ecstasy.

She felt his breath on her lips as he came closer and she let out a small moan.

Maan's hands were creating havoc in her as his fingers entered her blouse. She clutched his hands as her nails dug into him, bringing him more closer if possible.

His tongue slowly traced her lower lip causing her to let out a whimper.

Maan was going crazy. He wanted to rip everything surrounding them but he had to take it slow. He kept on licking her lips wiping off every drop of water on and surrounding her lips.

Geet was getting impatient. She wanted more. She opened her mouth but he still seemed to be content licking her lips. He took her lower lip in his mouth nipping it with his teeth causing Geet to snap open her eyes. She was shocked to realize the vulnerable position they were in and pushed him away.

If Maan had felt anger before, it was nothing compared to the raging lava erupting within him. Did she dare push him away? He grabbed her and banged her against the tree, slamming his mouth on hers, biting her already swollen lips. Geet tried to move her face away from his face but it only caused him to grab her face forcefully towards him.

He was getting frustrated by the lack of entry to her mouth and he pressed her stomach hard which made her gasp in pain. Taking advantage of the oppurtunity he plunged into her, capturing her mouth.

Geet was devoid of rational sense. All she could feel was the sweet pleasure cousing through her. Her fingers encircled itself around his neck, digging into his hair with a painful force which caused him to go more and more wild. He left her waist and caught her buttocks, pulling her lower body to feel his desire.

Geet was so wet that she thought she would die if he did not touch her there.

Thier mouths never left each other, not even to catch their breath. Their tongues battled in a strange duel of thier own while Geet's hands left his neck to leave the marks of thier passion against the bark of the tree.

She was totally engulfed into his body, their breaths intermingling while Maan moved against her in order to cause every part of thier body to come into contact causing them to be lost in each others passion. His hands carrassed her thighs through the skirt making her encircle his leg.

They were sucking into each others mouth with such force that their body shook with the impact. Suddenly the blaring horn of a passing lorry caused them to break apart. Geet clutched her mouth realizing what they had done. Maan wanted to say something to make her feel better, but he too was short of words.

Befor he could say something,he felt like he was slapped hard accross his face when she said, "It was a mistake" and ran away from him leaving him all alone against the tree.