Here is the next update... it includes some intimate scenes so read if you are 16+ only
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Part 11: Dark Day of Desire
Geet was standing like a statue clutching her anchal near her cleavage. Geet was posing for Maan's model. It was the seventh day she was giving her sitting. Everyday she would come in his room in afternoon and will be posing for him till evening. A formless rock was getting in shape of her body, getting her eyes, her face .. Maan was doing same job a painter do while doing a portrait.. But Geet was unable to see that as she was instructed to look at the floor from the first day. Getting a chance she used to steal a glance of Maanendra. Maan sometimes used to cover him in a shawl or sometime he used to throw it away. Geet would see how his muscle moves in a perfect rhythm while curving the statute of her. If she she could she would have stare like this for eternity but She couldn't.
It was difficult for Geet to stand in same posture, looking at the floor, not moving a beat for a long time but it became impossible when Maan's slender fingers used to travel on her body, touches her skin sensuously as if she is a musical instrument and Maan like a musician playing the chords beautifully and creating a symphony in her soul. She was dissolving like wax from inside but she can't express it as she has to pose for Maans desired woman.. his muse. She gritted, sometimes bit her lips to resist herself but every pores of her body reacted under his touch.
Geet felt Maan is standing close to him. Geet closed her eyes and tighten her lips as she knew what"s coming up next. Maan has already declared, "I am almost done with it.. today I will give the finishing touch to the breast of it." Geet closed her eyes .. his rough hands crushed her soft breasts. Geet wanted to hold Maan but didn't but let out a moan, "Maan." Her moan brings his conscious back. He went back to his work. It was not only difficult for Geet to resist herself; it was same in Maan's side. First day when geet came in white sari wearing it like a traditional dress of Devdasi, without any corset, covering her assets only with the anchal as instructed, Maan felt a strange urge. But he decided to ignore, "Geet let your anchal cover your one breast and lt another be half exposed. Hold your anchal near the valley of your bosom.. uhh like this.." Maan went to her and helped her to grab it in right place and it was then he understood it is impossible to hold back from her. His inner self was getting wounded with an eccentric plight. It was not a plight to admire his imagined muse, it was not even a plight of getting his beloved in his arms it was something deeper and darker. Everytime he saw her in that dress, giving the pose for her and trying hard to envelop herself in a semi transparent dress he lost his conscious. He felt the ancient instinct is awaken in him, the primeval urge of having his desired woman. It was like a pit, how much he was trying to fight it back it was engulfing him in it. His education, art, intellectual existence failed in front of it. He was an artist not a God, he was a knowledgeable man not a saint.. He started to lose the battle. He submitted his sense, his conscience to it
Maan's work was like meditation for him which was smashed and now he is totally driven by his instinct. He would left his fingers to render upon her skin for a longer time than he actually needs, he would have touch her certain parts which was not needed at all. Poor Geet would think it's for his work only he knew that he is doing to feed his physical hunger. Where for other women he used to take only some needed measurement, he will crush her petal like body in his hands. He would run his hands on her thigh, lower abdomen or bare back sensuously and would be pleased to observe his effect on her.
He wanted more, he wanted everything from her but fortunately everyday his sense came back in right moment and he retreated. But today it won over him. He was curving the breast of the statue .. he hold the stony breast but get disgusted.. before some time he was touching the lotus-bud like breast of her. He wanted to feel it in that moment. He threw the arms he was using, threw his shawl and rush to geet, rapped her in his one arm and and hold her locks in another hand, " I am sorry Geet .. I can't hold back myself .. let me feel you on my body.. don't stop me." He spoke in one breath and before Geet could utter a word started kissing her neck dominatingly.
Geet felt helpless in his capture. She also wanted him but now she is feeling claustrophobic.. she couldn't feel his love.. more than passion it was aggression. Geet's body wanted to react but her mind was still in dilemma. Geet had lost her hold on her anchal long before, She hold him..Maan planted a deep kiss on her cleavage, his hands went from her midriff and made its grip stronger on her hips.. She let out a faint moan and in a minute she felt her foot left the floor and the next moment she landed on Maan's bed with Maan on her.
" Geet you know you are amazing.. you are my muse.. the muse who inspires me to create and the same muse who destructed me from my work.. some time you bring out the artist in me, some time you make a devil out of me..you know in last seven days I was yearning for you.. I wanted to have you in my arms.. I needed to.." He blabbered while kissing her madly. Suddenly Geet felt her vision got clear. Her confused mind got the answer. She shoved Maan and came out of his bed. Maan got confused but thought she is only shy. He seized her anchal.
"Leave me Maan .. It must not be done." She said in a trembling voice.
Maan came out of his bed hugged her from her back, "why don't you like it?"
"No" Geet answered firmly. Maan freed her from his embrace and turned her with a jerk holding her harshly by her hand, "Don't lie me Geet... I have seen your reaction... I have seen how your body reacted when I touched you ..not once, I did it again and again to watch your response ...I know you loved it.. then why are you denying now?" His voice said he was angry and hurt.
Geet didn't utter a word...didn't look at him. She fixed her messed up sari and put her anchal in the right place. " I am waiting for an answer." Maan spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Before that you tell me what I am to you..what's my place in your life, Maan?" Geet's soft voice melted Maan's anger. He came close to her, " You are the muse of all my imagination, my art.."
"After twenty years when I won't be young any more, will I inspire your art then? Will you call me your muse even then?"
Maan never thought in this way. He searched for an answer, "Geet, you will remain young and beautiful forever in my imagination..." Geet stopped him in midway, " I am no artist's imagination Maan, I am a real human of blood and flesh, I have my own existence own emotion own feelings... when you are fantasize me without them I become only a body without a soul... I love you Maan I love you as you are but you dont..." Geet's eyes had immense pain in it still her lips were carrying a faint smile. Maan became restless, he hold her by her arms, "you are the only woman I desired Geet." He said.
"only desired not beloved." Geet smiled again.. but it only reflected her ache.
" What's the difference between beloved and desired?"
Geet Hold Maan's hands and spoke in almost broken down condition, "Maan I can't answer you, I beg you don't desire me the way you desired me today, your desire has turned into an omnivorous lust and its swallowing your art, your work your meditation. Today I felt how I have became the sole reason of your degradation.. Maan I was ready to be burdened with your imagination through out my whole life.. but I can't bear the fact that I am the reason of your diminution.. I would bear your ignorance rather becoming your lusted object. I can't see you regret my presence"
Geet was in tears while Maan was speechless. He knew everything but couldn't help it. In these seven days he thought nothing but having her in his arms. His body craved for her. His pride of being an educated, intellectual man collapsed... he submitted to his his primitive urge. But Geet being stronger saved him here, she didn't lose it .. her love triumphed over her desire. Geet was about to leave Maan stopped her, "Are you leaving me Geet.. please don't ... I need you" And this was a pure need of support nothing physical. Geet understood. "I have to leave you Maan... you don't know but I can't imagine my life with out you but will... I will sacrifice you for your sake. You wont be able to recollect you if I stay here. You are confused with your emotions, don't try to reason them try to feel... the day you will understand them I will be back to you. And I will be waiting for that day." She smiled and she left.
Maan sat like a immobilized person.. Geet was right, his behavior towards her was making him a sinner to him. Not only today but on Holi when he kissed Geet, Geet may not understand why he became such demanding all of a sudden but he knew the thought of the presence of another man in her life made him jealous.. He doesn't even know what Devdutt has for her but he wanted to prove his authority over her, as if she was his personal possession. But was there no love? It can't be only lust.. why she said 'desired not beloved' don't we desire them whom we love.. don't we. He was getting more and more puzzled with all his emotions.. through out his life he has sharpen his logic and lost the power of feeling simple things.
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"Do you love Geetasri?"
"hmm" .. Maan's reverie broke in a girly voice. It was Rajlakshmi standing in front of his room. Geet told she is only of eighteen or nineteen but she looks aged than her age. Maan remembered she has already done with her first trip.. she must have become matured in a day. " Come inside.. why are you here in this odd hour. It will be dark in some time."
"You didn't answer my question .. do you love Geetasri?"
"I think so."
"Think so.. I guess you are not convinced with your own feelings."
"She is not convinced with my love." Maan replied.
"Geetasri can be convinced by anyone Maanendra.. even an evil can win her trust.. she is pure at heart..."
Maan didn't bother to reply and asked something else,"Rajlakshmi can you tell me what is the difference between love and desire.. If I desire her does it mean I don't love her?"
Rajlakshmi smiled. She sat beside her, " Maanendra you know about the famous trip the foremost devdasi of this temple has to do every year.. there in Gobardhan themple"
Maan cut her, "I know everything Rajlakshmi... you don't need to.."
"No its needed.. I didn't know anything when I first stepped inside the Priest's room on the first night. There, for the first time I discovered how lascivious and ugly a man can be. Through out the six nights I heard and witnessed many faces of inhuman, some said your Mohantji has betrayedus.. you are not that girl we have heard about, some said Madanmohan temple has the most beautiful Devdasis.. your Mohant is stupid or blind that he ignores them.. or does he has some other problem.. they mocked, some said girl you are so beautiful and everytime I heard it I would feel uglier. It was the seventh night, a numb, devastated I entered the room. A young priest entered the room. He sat next to him. He didn't touch me. Silently we spend the night only stealing glances of each other. After a long time he spoke, "What's your name?" "Rajlakshme I answered." "You are beautiful." First time I felt yes I am. In morning when I was about to leave he said, "Rajlakshmi I will be waiting for you.. but I really don't want you to come here again, still.." He smiled. He has a beautiful smile. It was not a happy smile still it made me smile after a long time. "What's your name?" I asked. "Shantanu" he answerd." Rajlakshmi paused to look at Maan. "Did you got your answer Maanendra?"
Maan could only nod his head positively in his answer. Shantanu's words "I will be waiting for you.. but I really don't want you to come here again" reminded him what Geet said, "I will sacrifice you for your sake".. so it was the simple truth that he was missing.. one desire the things what they love but if needed love can go beyond desire and can sacrifice. Desire is what we want in life, love is the need of life.
They both were quiet for a long time. Rajlakshmi spoke first, "I should leave now."
"hmm but you didn't tell me why you came here.. you were not here to answer my question right."
"I came here to warn you." Maan frowned. "If you love Geetasree save her, take her away from here" Maan didn't get anything. "Save her? From whom?" Rajlakshmi completely ignored or may be couldn't hear what Maan said. She continued what she was saying, "She has awakened a monster from his sleep..he was sleeping inside some one great.. his downfall has been started. It will submerge him in the darkness of sin very soon but Geetasri also will sink into it. Save her Maan." Maan was perplexed, he was afraid for Geet, "What are you saying? Who is he? Tell me."
"Maanendra I know you are an intelligent man.. you get me right.. don't you."
'Devdutt?' Maan thought 'But how's it possible..he is the one who made this temple corruption free.. he is clean and chaste.. isn't he?' Maan wasn't convinced but couldn't ignore her.
Rajlakshmi understood his mental dilemma "Maan have you seen big trees.. they are strong, huge.. can resist many storm easily but a small parasite plant can make it weak.. Geet has become such weakness to him.. a weakness that can turn a saint into demon.. think." She left the place leaving a concerned Maan behind. ******************************************************************
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