12. Changed
She woke up with a dreamy smile. After stretching her body she snuggled deep into the blanket, not wishing to welcome the morning.. She felt different ... energized, despite the fact that she had skipped dinner. But she missed the warm body of her husband near her. She opened an eye to look for him but found that he was not in the tent. The popped up note found her attention. Mr. Khurana, it seemed could not have enough of the lake, she smiled thinking. Like he could not have enough of her last night or early morning today, she smiled indulgently. She tentatively ran a hand down her body, feeling for the aches and bruises, the proof of his ardent lovemaking. She remembered the tenderness in the way he held her in the aftermath. Was she imagining it? Did he feel anything special about their lovemaking? Or was she just any passionate woman? Did he feel the intensity of the bond of soul mates when they made love?
She left the sleeping bag to prepare herself for the morning as Maan had instructed in his note, as she continued her monologue. Last night she had promised him that she would not demand any rights from him on the basis of the night they shared, and she would keep her promise. Even when she hoped desperately that he would remember, she would not let it show. Even when she prayed desperately that he should love her again she would not make any demands. Babaji! How long was she supposed to live like this... each day something died inside her...it was her love for him that kept her hope alive. She couldn't imagine a life without him...and it seems her Maan could not imagine a life with her...she smiled bitterly at the irony.
She paused in brushing her hair. Yet how could she blame him... how could she when it was not his fault that the memory of their love was lost to him when it was the one that kept her alive, hoping... she could not help but sympathize with him. How traumatic it must be for him, he who wanted to be in control of his life, to realize he had lost a few years of his past. How much more shocking to know that he had fallen in love and had got married in between... to somebody whom he now knew nothing about. She thought back to the way he had been when she first met him, a cynic, a man who was bitter towards woman...as bitter as his coffee, she used to think...if he was back in that mind set was it any wonder that he did not trust her, that he could not accept her? It never ceased to amaze her that he had fallen in love with her against all odds... The business typhoon, who had the wealth and power at his beckoning falling for a small town girl, abandoned by family, with basic education and pregnant was nothing short of fairy tale...what did he see when he looked at her now? A passable woman with passable qualifications...what did she have to capture the interest of Mr. Maan singh Khurana? She remembered the taunts she used had to endure in those early days at the office. Even Maan used to equate her background to being blindly conservative and inefficient. Yet he had saved her time and again, had stood by her in her difficulties, had gone against his family in her fight for justice. When had their relation changed from one of a saviour and protge to that of partners? If only she knew exactly what she could do to bring back her Maan... Babaji! You have made me truly helpless... You have taken away my saviour, the one who was with me in my tough times..and have made me defenceless with no knowledge of how to fight and whom...
The sound of approaching footsteps made her turn. Maan was back. She couldn't help the flutter of expectation in her heart and hoped it wouldn't reflect in her eyes... Maan always used to say her eyes were the mirror to her soul... He could read her mind looking at them. She cast her eyes down quickly wishing to hide the disappointment in them on missing the sparkle of love in his. But not before he saw the anticipation and the flicker of dead hope in them...it made him feel unworthy and mean...he hated it that she made him feel so...so confused, so lacking... But she never accused...
"Geet...i..um.."
She raised her eyes to his again and he was lost. Their passion of the night past flashed in his thoughts and with it came the need. She had matched his passion, her desire as insatiable as his. It had never been this intense for him before. He had never wanted anyone so much...yet each time he thirst was quenched the fire intensified.
She caught the shift in his mood, the gathering tension and the burning hunger in his eyes. Her breath became shallow as she waited for him to make his next move. But Maan's phone beeped breaking the moment. He moved away to attend the call. Geet sighed and went about getting ready to leave.
His eyes kept straying towards her of their ride back. The open jeep made it impossible for her control her flying hair. It seemed she enjoyed the wind playing with her locks. Seeing him preoccupied with his thoughts she didn't disturb him with her chatter. But he was equally distracted while she sang along with the songs from her ipod. Did she know she had a musical voice or that her voice rose at times in her abandonment? Her face expressed the emotions of the music, her hands moving with the rhythm.
So absorbed was he in her that he couldn't avoid the sharp rock that gave his jeep a flat tyre. While he changed the tyre she found gol gappas. He saw her eyeing them wistfully and look at him furtively.
"Maan I'm hungry." She complained.
"I'm doing my best to get this fixed. Then we can find an eatery."
"We can have something light now."
He looked at her and found her eyes on the gol guppa stand. "Gol guppa? Come on Geet who eat gol guppa for breakfast? I know it's your favourite but the stall is not open..." His words trailed off as he realized what he had said. How did he know it was geet's favourite snack with such surety?
"It might not be open now. But we can always get it open ..." with a confident smile Geet strolled off towards the gol guppa vendor.
By the time he finished with replacing the tyre Geet was about to have her first gol guppa. He watched the expectation that made her eyes bright as she took it towards her mouth and then close her eyes as she savoured it. Her moan of pleasure reminded him of the ones she had at the night past. The desire that sparked in him perplexed him... He was never this insatiable...each time they made love it seemed he craved for more... His hunger for her was not appeased. Each and every action of hers called his attention to her sensuousness. He had never noticed that about her...was his own senses attuned to her more after last night? How can he return back to the relation that they shared before the camping...
"Have one." He broke out of his reverie to find her bringing a gol guppa towards him. He eyed it suspiciously and shook his head in negation.
"Come on Maan ," she urged making it impossible to refuse by holding the gol guppa near his mouth. She laughed at his expression as the liquid splashed in his mouth.
"Good?"
"Not bad," he obliged. Then grabbed another from the plate to stuff it into her mouth. He let her feed him two more and took more pleasure in hearing her expressions of pleasure on consuming the gol guppas.
"We need to talk," Maan said as he turned to leave for the office. He needed to work out a few things for the Gazhiabad project as the clients had asked for an earlier meeting. "But now is not the time. I need to..." He hesitated then placed a palm on her cheek and moved his head as if he was asking her acceptance before leaving. He turned to go , then turned back to Geet again with an expletive and reached his hand to hold her nape as he kissed her senseless. He strode away without a backward glance.
Geet's fingers lingered on her lips as she remembered. She couldn't stop herself from smiling. She got him back...she wanted to shout it out to the world.
Time seemed to go so slow... Why couldn't it be time for him to be back? She had finished all her work. She had her surprise for him waiting for him, the dinner with his favourite cuisine. Dadi had taken the opportunity of their absence to visit her friend and they had the house all to themselves. May be she should find Maan's mode of relaxation... Though she was not a strong swimmer like Maan he had been coaching her. May be she could make sure that she had not forgotten, for a moment out there in the lake she had panicked. She had never meant to go too far... She shook away the past despair. now all that had changed. He wanted her back ...she had seen the desire for her in his eyes. She felt on top of the world..she was Geet, the most beautiful woman in this world...because her Maan found her desirable...She was Geet...Maan Ki Geet!
Donning the swim suit she smiled fondly as she remembered the many times the swimming instruction had led to other more pleasurable activity. She put on the music, imagined herself to be the seductress in the song and sauntered off to the pool side letting her body feel the rhythm.
Beete Sarak Sarak Ke, Dekho Ye Lazy Lamhe...
Chalte Khisak Khisak Ke Ye Lazy Lamhe, Lazy Lamhe
Kaisi Liye Khumaari, Dekho Ye Lazy Lamhe...
Palkein Bhaari Bhaari Ye Lazy Lamhe,
She unties the belt of the bath robe and swaying seductively allows the robe to slip slightly of her right shoulder.
Dheela Chhodd Khudko Aa Tu Ungliyaan Phiraa.. Phiraa..
Hasraton Ki Rasmein Tu Badan Pe Likh Ja... Likh Ja...
Looks back over her shoulder for that unseen admirer and pulls back the robe.
Dhadkan Hai, Oo-Oo-Oo-Oo...
Thehri Si, Oo-Oo-Oo-Oo...
She repeats the same with her left shoulder. The music leads him towards the swimming pool.
Saansein Hain, Oo-Oo-Oo-Oo...
Gehri Si... Oo-Oo-Oo-Oo...
Swaying her hips, she slowly pulls the belt completely of the loop and lets it fall lazily from her fingertips.
Yeh...
Ye Lazy Lazy Lamhe...Lazy Lamhe-
Yeh...
Ye Lazy Lazy Lamhe...Lazy Lamhe
In slow movements she let the robe slide down her shoulders exposing herself inch by inch and then let it drop at her feet.
Beete Sarak Sarak Ke, Dekho Ye Lazy Lamhe...
Chalte Khisak Khisak Ke Ye Lazy Lamhe, Lazy Lamhe
Kaisi Liye Khumaari, Dekho Ye Lazy Lamhe...
Palkein Bhaari Bhaari Ye Lazy Lamhe,
With closed eyes, lifting her hand over her head she twirls, not knowing that she had company, that Maan was watching her.
Ye Lazy Lazy Lamhe...
Lazy Lamhe-Yeh...
Yeh... Ye Lazy Lazy Lamhe... Lazy Lamhe
Ye Lazy... Lazy... Lamhe...
Ye Lazy...Lazy...Lamhe..
She enters the pool to swim on the shallow side .Behind the cover of the pillar Maan sheds his clothes and watch her flip to float on her back.
Rut Hai Ye Rut, Iss-Se Kaam Le Zaraa...
O Zaraa
Letaa Hai Bagal Mein Mausam, Thaam Le Zaraa...
Jaam De Zaraa...
Rut Hai Ye Rut, Iss-Se Kaam Le Zaraa...
O Zaraa
Letaa Hai Bagal Mein Mausam, Thaam Le Zaraa...
Jaam De Zaraa...
Aalsi Tammanaa Hai, To Aankhon Se Tu Pii...
Pii...
Aarzu Pighalne De Aur Haule Haule Jii...
Maan joins her in the pool deciding that he has had enough of watching. He pulls her down into the water by her leg, sliding her wet body against his and takes advantage of her gasp of surprise to kiss her.
Sharaabi, Oo-Oo-Oo-Oo...
Har Mann Hai, Oo-Oo-Oo-Oo...
Behki Si, Oo-Oo-Oo-Oo...
Sargam Haioo-Oo-Oo-Oo...
Yeh...
Ye Lazy Lazy Lamhe...
Lazy Lamhe-
Yeh...
Ye Lazy Lazy Lamhe...
Lazy Lamhe
The music is soon forgotten when Maan's clever hands find the hooks of her bikini top, his mouth a burning trail of fire down her neck...
Morr Ke Kamar, Ke Koi Dil Dhoond Le...
Dhoond Le..
Hothon Ke Kareeb Manzil Dhoond Le...
Dhoond Le...
Morr Ke Kamar, Ke Koi Dil Dhoond Le..
Dhoond Le...
Hothon Ke Kareeb Manzil Dhoond Le...
Dhoond Le...
Nasheela Sa Koi Manzar Dhoond Le...
Zulfon Ke Paas Ikk Ghar Dhoond Le...
Resham Sa, Lazy Lamhe...
Gunaah Kar, Lazy Lamhe...
Gungunee...Lazy Lamhe..
Si Chaahat Kar...
Yeh...
Ye Lazy Lazy Lamhe...
Lazy Lamhe-
Yeh...
Ye Lazy Lazy Lamhe...
Lazy Lamhe
They decided to have dinner in their room. Geet didn't mind that her surprise plan of romantic dinner was spoiled. For her Maan's acceptance of intimacy without compulsion and regret spoke more eloquently than the fragrance of a dozen flowers and the light of a thousand candles.
"So you can swim." Maan observed as he served her the pasta she had made.
"Barely. You were coaching me before...sorry!" she placed a hand over his in apology.
He placed his free hand on top of it to reassure her. "Doesn't matter. I've realized that there are situations in life you can't control." He removed his hand to take the fork.
"You wouldn't have drowned. I needn't have come running after you to save you."
There was something disturbing him...but what...where was this talk leading?
"Do you regret that you did?"
"No! But it has changed our relation."
"Do you regret it?" she repeated, dreading the answer a tiny flicker of panic entering her euphoria.
"It is true I wouldn't have given in my desire for you if the situation was different. But now.."
"Now?" her question was a barest whisper.
"Now I don't want it any other way. I want you Geet. I've never felt this way before. Each time we... make love I yearn for you more."
"It's not different for me Maan." She placed a hand over his cheek. "This is new to you because you don't remember ...us... I love you Maan."
"I..."
It hurt a bit that he couldn't reciprocate. Then she remembered that in the past too he hadn't replied that he loved her when she had expressed her love in words. Thinking back to the way he had made those moments special for her filled her with curiosity. She decided to play along. Why she wouldn't even let it show that she noticed he didn't confess his love.
"So what do we do about it?" she asked coyly letting her thumb trace his lips.
Why was she not disturbed? She was acting as if it didn't matter that he didn't say that he loved her. He had felt the way her hand slacken when he didn't...but now she was ...
She stood up to move towards him and sit on his lap. "So Mr. Maan Singh Khurana, how do you want to proceed now?"
"I.." she was confusing him. He couldn't think straight when she nibbled on his ear, while her hand caressed his chest.
"I want us to continue this...this..." he drew in his breath as her fingers grazed his nipple.
"Uh..UH.." He could feel her smile on his collar bone as she kissed him and then moved further down filling him with anticipation. His own hand moved to cup her thru his shirt which she was wearing. It was his turn to smile when she moaned and arched against him.
"...this pleasure we give each other as long as we are together."
It took a moment for his words to register against the haze of desire. She stilled and her hand moved to hold his still. Looking into his eyes she asked in alarm, "what do you mean Maan?"
"I mean we should enjoy what we have, this passion we share."
"and?" she stiffened.
"And?"
"And how long do you plan this should last?" she slid away from him and turned to face away. Her tightened fists pressed against her eyes to hold back the tears.
"Until you are here with me or until one of us wishes to end it."
so here is the question..what do u want geet to do? of course i have decided what i want her to do.😉..but let me see if our thoughts are in the same frequency😆😆..and oh this part will be continued in a short update...
me leaving u in anxiety in both the stories?😈 so which one do u want to be updated next?😉😕😕
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