13. Change in Plans
"You mean we should have an affair?"
"If you wish to call it so..."
"With your wife?" she mocked because she didn't want to give him tears. "But tell me Maan, if you don't want to call what you propose as an affair, what else is it?"
"Why do you need to give it a name? Think of this as the decision of two Adults to enjoy the pleasure of each other's company? It is not like you are averse to the attention I provide!"
Her hand gripped the edge of the table. Did he think she enjoyed his so called attention because he was a skilful lover? Oh! That he was, there was no refuting it but for her it was the sense of belonging that brought in the intensity in their lovemaking.
"You are a passionate woman having the needs of one. Yesterday you pleaded with me because you missed the fulfilment of those biological needs."
Geet whimpered. Whipping her hand to her mouth, she blocked the sound with her fist. She didn't want him to know how much his words hurt.
"yeh jo aasuun hei na, yeh dimag ki sehat ke liye ache nahi hai. Jab yeh behte hein toh dimaag ka chalna bandh ho jata hai. Aur agar deemag ki madad chaahiye to aasuu ko rokna padtha hai."
Why did his words from the past come to her mind now? He had been brusque then, irritating her with his high handedness and arrogance. Ready with his judgement and advice, without trying to understand her. But that hurt was nothing compared to what he was inflicting now. His each word was like a thousand daggers piercing her heart. What had been an entreaty of a wife to her husband had been taken as the cravings of a sex starved body!
"You know I was against this in spite of the attraction and temptation I felt. But now that we have taken that step, I don't want to give this up. Why should we hold back?"
He moved towards her as he spoke. He could feel her tense as he stood behind her to lift her hair aside to nuzzle the curve of her neck. She shuddered in spite of herself and he chuckled.
"Whatever else I can't understand about our relationship Geet, this is one aspect where I bet we were more than compatible."
His hand slipped under the shirt she wore to caress the smooth skin of her stomach. She stiffened and caught his hand stilling it.
"No?" he murmured huskily, his fingers playing with her navel.
She removed his hand from her completely. "Let. Me. Go."
It took all her self-control not to rage or scream in agony. She took a step away from him. She shivered. As if her body missing the warmth of its other half? She wrapped her hands around her middle, suddenly feeling naked and cheap standing there in his shirt. She had shared her body with him without inhibitions. Now that glorious expression of her love became tainted as the mere satiation of her body's hunger.
He jerked her around to face him. His eyes narrowed fractionally as he tried to read her. "That is not what you said, yesterday night or even an hour before."
She called in every ounce of her self- respect to look him in the eye and reply nonchalantly, "so? I have changed my mind. You said mutual consent and I disagree. Now let me pass..."
She wanted to escape, escape the torture of being in his presence and acting as if his words didn't slash her deep. She started to step forward, away from him only to have him catch her arm and pull her back to him angrily, "Not so fast."
The heat of his body permeated thru' the thin material of the shirt. "Don't play games with me!"
With her free hand she pushed ineffectually against his chest, "I'm not playing any game. I don't want to have an affair with you... Is it so difficult to understand? You can't force me..."
"Somehow I feel I will ever have to force," he said with remembered knowledge.
His eyes roamed over her with intimate thoroughness before sliding his arm to her waist to bring her to him tightly. His eyes went dark as he bent his head to kiss her. Bending and twisting she tried to avoid the dominance of those lips, but he only took advantage of her struggle to mould her more fully to his own. His hands roamed in exploration.
She tried unsuccessfully to push at his muscular chest but her movements did nothing to stop him.
"Maan don't ...she managed a hoarse whisper.
"Don't what? Don't kiss you? Don't touch you...don't want you?" he muttered savagely against her lips. "You shouldn't have started this then. Now I find that I don't want to stop myself...I can't stop myself..."
He crushed his lips on hers igniting a bittersweet fire within her. With masterful ease his hand slipped under the shirt to caress the fullness of her breast. She made a small stifling sound in her throat and parted her lips to welcome the invasion of his tongue. The hand that was pressed against his chest moved up to wind itself around his neck, her fingers losing themselves in his silky hair.
Abruptly he pushed her away from him, "now tell me you don't want me." He commanded softly.
The fact that Maan had been the one to release her brought Geet slowly back to reality. What had happened to her? How could she let herself be affected by him after what he had said? In that instant she realized that she was afraid of his power over her emotions. He was her love, her husband her soul mate. Her body remembered his possession and betrayed her with its mate.
Not trusting herself to speak she shook her head, ignoring the savage knock of her heartbeats. Then flung past Maan on unsteady legs, to put the much needed distance between them.
Opening the water taps she let go of the grief she held in check. Her howl of anguish was absorbed by the sound of the running water. How was she supposed to escape this vortex of pain? Her belief, her strength, her Maan was the one who thrust her into this whirl pool of agony. How was she supposed to fight this? Each time she thought she had advanced a step towards gaining back her lost love, he pushed her back...mocking her for her trust in her love...shattering her hopes. How long could she go on like this? Was there no end to this pain? Babaji, you too have left me in darkness...without a ray of hope. She sobbed. Why did you let me dream if my life was to be taken away from me? My Maan, he is not mine anymore...I don't know him anymore... was she so far from his memories that he no longer felt her love? Was their love so lost from his mind that he couldn't recognise the difference between love and sex?
"We should enjoy what we have, this passion we share." His words echoed in her mind. "Whatever else I can't understand about our relationship Geet, this is one aspect where I bet we were more than compatible."
It was not the physical need that made them what they were. Her thoughts went back to the time when he had kept himself away from her for months because the doctor had advised him against intimacy. He had taken her accusations because he did not want her to feel bad. Now the beauty of their relation became tarnished to just great sex. Gone was her Maan who could read her from the flicker of the emotions in her eyes. Tonight he didn't know that he made her heart bleed with his words. He had a thousand ways to hurt her because she loved him. There was nothing to protect her because he didn't remember his love for her. It would hurt her less if she could learn to be indifferent, but she loved him. She knew in her soul that she always would, no matter what happened.
She stood under the shower, setting the temperature high enough to make her body feel the burning heat, hoping that the physical ache would divert her attention from her despair.
When she came out of the wash room he was waiting for her.
"I don't know what you are playing at, Geet. But let me tell you, whatever it is I will catch up fast. And I will make sure that I win. You tell me you don't want to continue this... I will accept your decision for now. But that will not stop me from trying to change your decision. And believe me it will be my pleasure to do just that!"
He smirked. Moving towards her he grabbed a dumb struck Geet for quick kiss, "Goodnight, Geet!"
how was this change? do i have u confused yet? 😆😆...earlier when i decided this part i had wanted to dedicate an entire part for Geet's anguish...but then i had enough of rona dhona...here and in SR...
thank u Aashu 🤗for proofing my hindi😆
will be sending out the PMs 2morrow only...and the editing too😳
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