His Virgin Wife - [MG] Chapter 3 - 14/11 [Page 24] - Page 9

Her gasp made his eyes narrow.

'You didn't have a clue did you? he mused. ' tum aur Pinky Ek Jasse Ho..

' i beg you pardon?'

'Pitiful Taste in men'... he added

she gave him a look of mock indigestion. 'and i was just going to sy how very sexy you were!'

'Pull the other one,' he said with amazing coldness.

Her eyebrows arched. 'my we are touchy today'

he glared at her.'what do you what? if it's an invitation to supper for Pinky's Heartthrob, he can't come unless you do'

That suprised her... he usually Couldn't wait to shoo her off the place... "threes A Crowd" she murmered dryly...

"Four. I Live Here"... He Pointed out. He frowned.. "More than four", he continued.. "Pinky, Me, Lucky and Adi. You And the would be romeo Make Six."

"Thats's Spitting Hairs, Aap Yeh Sab Isiliye Keh Raha Hai Na Keh Main Aaye Tho Phir Numbers Even Hojayenga.. Hmm" she chided... His face didn't betray any emotion at all. "wear a dress."

that suprised her.. " listen, you aren't going to be planning any pagan sacrificial rite at a volcano," she asked rubbing in the virgin sacrifice notion." Something low cut," he persisted, His gaze narrow and faintly sensual on her pert breasts under t he sweater...

Stop Staring at my breasts!" she burst out indignantly crossing her arms over them.

"Wear a bra," he returned imperturbably. Her face flamed... " i am wearing a bra!" she glared at him... " i don't Even know what's gotten into you!"

he lifted his eyebrow and his eyes slid down her body apraisingly. "lust" he said matter of factly.. " i haven't had sex for so long, i'm not even sure i know how to anymore."

she couldn't even handle a remark like that from Maan. they shared such intimate memories for two old sparring partners. she couldn't fence with him verbally when he let his voice drop like that, an octave lower than normal. it was so sensuous that it made her knees weak. so was the memory of that one unforgettable night they'd shared.. Warning signals shot to her brain.. He sighed theatrically when her cheeks turned pink. " so much for all the Sophistication you have," he mused.

She cleared her throat. "Aap Mujhse Aise Baatien Mat kijiya Please," she said worriedly.

"Shayed nahi karna chahiya," he conceded. he walked up to her and his hand went out and pushed a strand of hair behind her small ear. she jerked at his touched, and he moved a step closer. "i'd never hurt you Geet," He said queitly. she managed a nervous smiled.. "i'd like that in writing," she said trying to moved away without making it look as if she was intimidated, even though she was.

The barn door was at her back, though, and there was no way to escape. He knew that. She could see it on his face as he slid one long arm behind her head and rested it by her ear. Her heart jumped into her throat. she looked at him with all her darkest fears reflecting in her Hazel Brown Eyes.. Maan searched them without speaking for a long moment. "Jay Would Never Kept You happy," he said suddenly. "His people had money. They wouldn't have let him marry an orphan with no assests."

Her eyes darkened in pain. "you dont know thaat." " I DO know that," he returned sharply. " They said as much at the funeral when somebody mentioned you were too devastated too go to the funeral."

She remembered that. She Remembered that night, too, that maan had come looking for geet at her aunties house that night Jay had died. Her auntie had been shopping over the weekend, and she'd been home all alone. Maan found her n a very sexy Pink satin gown and robe, crying her eyes out.

He'd Picked her up, carried her to the old easy chair by her bed and he'd held her in his lap until she couldn't cry anymore. After a close call, that still made her weak at the knees just thinking about it he'd stayed with her that whole night, sitting in the chair beside her bed, watching her sleep. It was a mark of the respect he comanded in the community that even Geet's aunt hadn't said a word about his presence there when she ound out about it on her return back home.

Geet Inspired defense in the strangest quarters. her tenderness made even the toughest people oddly vulnerable around her.

"You held me," She recalled Softly... "Aap Ne Mujhe aapne bahoon main liya tha."

"Haan," His face seemed to tauten as he looked at her... " I Held you"

She felt him so close to her that it was like being lifted and carried away. Little twinges of pleasure shot through her when she met his searching gaze. The sensation was so intense as they looked at each other, she could almost feel his bare chest against hers. Five years had passed since that night, but it seemed like yesterday. It was like stepping into space.

"And when i nearly lost my sight," He continued "you held me." She bit her lower lip to stop it from trembling. " Main Vo Ek Akeli Insaan Nahi Thi Jo Aap Ko Madath Karna chahta tha.." She Said.

"Pinky cried when i snapped at her, and the boys hid under their beds. You didn't. You snapped right back. You made me want to go on living." He said remembering how she looed after him even with her school/college workload.

She lowered her eyes at his chest. He had the build Of a rodeo cowboy, broad shoulders and lean hipped. His checked Shirt was was open at the neck, and she saw the clean Hair-free Chest. He wasn't hairy at all but without his shirt on he looked devasting. She'd seen him like that more often that she was comfortable remembering. He was beautiful under his clothing, Like a sculpture she'd seen in pictures of museum exhibits.

"You were kind to me when Jay Died," she returned. There Was a new Tension Between them after she spoke. She sensed a steely anger in him.

"Since we are on the subject of your poor Taste in men, What do you see in that Shetty Man?" he asked curtly. " He's as prissy as someone's maiden aunt, and in a stand up fight he'd go down in seconds."

She lifted her face. " Rohit's My Friend," She said shortly. "And certainly no worse than that refugee from the with trials that you go around with!"

His firm lips pursed. "Sameera is not a witch."

"She's not a saint, either," she assured him. "and if you're going without sex, I can Guarantee it' s not her fault!" she added without thinking. But once the words left her stupid mouth, and she saw the unholy light in the eyes of The Man infront of her, she could have bitten her tongue in two.

" Kya aap dono aapne awaaz neechay nahi kar sakthe? Young Lucky Khurana Groaned. " Agar Preeto Singh Ne sun liya tho phir vo sab ko aapne Sunday ki class main sab batha de ge ki you both are living in sin out here!" He exclaimed in half hindi and hlf english, naming the khurana housekeeper.

Geet looked at him indignantly, both hands on her slender hips. "It's Sameera you'd better worry about, If he gets involved with Her!" She Assured maan's younger brother, a hothead in study. "Her name's written in so many telephone booths that She could qualify as a tourist attraction!"

Maan tried not to laugh, but he couldn't help himself. He pulled his hat across his eyes at a slant and turned into the barn. Maan's loved Horsesa, he had done since he was small... it was his way of a distraction. " Oh, hell, I'm Going to work. Haven't you got something to do?" he asked his brother.

Lucky cleared his throat and tried desperately not to laugh, either. i'm just going over to Misha Dobrials house to help her with her trigonmetry." "Carry Protection," Maan's Droll voice came back to him.

Lucky turned red as Geet had done when she was thinking about what maan had said before. "well we don't all stand around talking about sex all day! He muttered...

"No," Geet agreed faceitiously. She looked at Maan delibrately. "some of us go looking or names in the phone booths and call them up for dates..."

"Can It, Geet," Maan Said as he opened a stall and led a horse out. He Proceeded to saddle it. Ignoring Geet and Lucky...

"i'll be back by Midnight!" Lucky Said, Seeing an oportunity to escape.

"you heard what i said," Maan Called after him..

Lucky made an indignant sound and stormed out of the barn...

"He's Just 16, Maan," She said, Regaining her composire enough to join him as he fastened the cinch tight.

He Glanced at her.. You were just 17 when you were dating the football hero Jay," he reminded her...

She stared at him curiously. "yes, but apart from a few Very chaste kisses, there wasn't much else going on.

He gave her a amused looked more like glance before he went back to his chore. He tested the Cinch, found it properly tight and adjusted the stirrups.

"what does that look mean?" Geet asked him curiously.

"I had along talk with him when i found out that you accepted a date from him, for the christmas dance.

Her lips fell open. "You what?"

He Slid a booted foot into the stirrup and vaulted into the saddle with each grace. He leaned over the pommel and looked at Geet. " I told him that If he seduced you, he'd have me to contend with. I told his parents the same thing."

Geet was Horrified.. She could hardly breathe. "Of all the interfering, presumptous ---"

"You were raised in an orphange by spinster women, and then you lived with your aunt, who couldn't talk about kissing let alone sex without going into a swoon," he said and he didn't smile. "You knew nothing about men or sex or hormones. Someone had to protect you, and there wasn't anybody else to do it."

"You had no right," She yelled at him.

His dark eyes slid over her with something like possession. " I had more right than i'll ever tell you," he said queitly. "And that's all i'll say on the subject."

He turned the horse and Deaf to her Fury..

"Maan!!" She Raged..

Precap -

"You and i will always disagree on some things," he said. "but we're closer than you realize.. I know you," he said in a tone that made her knees wobble. "And you know me."