Shackles of Love#5#MG FF - Page 10

Ok..that maze..hmmm wo tho hai par net use karne ke liye time toh milna chahiye na..

Originally posted by: ajenn

At 12...

Awww am so sad...

I cant wait that long. Its already 1am over my place.

Need to hit the bed.

Will catch ur update early morning😆

aww...ja so ja baby!

I guess this is one of IF's most awaited updates😉

dee its already 12.20...kab updating ??????😒

Where are you aashu...
kya hua tera vaada... 😭

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Here I am with an update!

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CHAPTER 22:

"Kuch to gadbad hai!" Arjun said suspiciously.

"Haan! Everything is almost too perfect! I can't believe Naintara would just let last year go without payback." Dev admitted.

"Exactly! And here they are behaving super normally! Pata nahi uske shaitaani dimaag me kya pak raha hai!"

"Where is Maan? Didn't see him."

"Pata nahi Dev. He must be sulking somewhere! Let's just hope with Geet's advent into his life, he finds some peace and happiness."

"Hmmm" Dev said absentmindedly.

"What? Don't you like Geet?" Arjun asked in surprise. "I thought she is perfect for Maan. First time I have seen him getting affected after Sameera."

"No! Don't get me wrong. I think Geet is too good for Maan. Maan is scarred too badly to believe in Geet right now. I just hope that she sticks it out till he realizes her importance."

"Why are you saying so? Don't you believe that Maan willingly married her? Aur kya wajah ho sakti hai? Or are you hiding something?" Arjun asked skeptically.

"It's just that I have observed them when they are not watching. They both are hiding something. Don't know what. Let's just hope ke mera shak galat ho. Geet is an angel. I wouldn't want her to get hurt because of Maan's prejudices."

"Same here. If anyone can fill in the black hole of his life, it's Geet. There is something about her; she spreads cheer with just a smile. Just what is needed in Maan's barren life. He deserves the best. But he is not willing to let go of the past. Kitni baar bataye use, uski galti nahi hai! Lekin nahi! He believes it is his fault! His destiny!" Arjun sighed.

"Whose faults are you guys discussing?" asked Maan, who had come over, jolting them out of their mood. They looked covertly at each other and mutually decided to end the topic, not wanting to distress him.

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The party was going flat when the three of them made their entry.

Light pastel coloured sarees, enhancing their beauty, sensuality oozing out of each inch.

Add a bit of royal haughtiness to Naintara in her pink saree.

A touch of naughtiness to Annie in her orange one.

And oodles of innocence to Geet who graced the aqua blue of her saree with her divine beauty.

They were a vision to the casual observer, sleekly groomed with their long hair left open, covering their backs, they were the epitome of graciousness. Little did the people around know the devil residing within.

Each eye turned to them, drinking in the amazing aura of the three beautiful women, their presence lighting up the humdrum atmosphere of the place. No one wanted to annoy the boss, and if the boss was standing in a corner sulking, no one had the guts to enjoy themselves.

Naintara glared at the men who looked away, pretending to ignore her. They had been against this party, but can anyone speak after Naintara had decided something? So the party was held for all the workers and employees of KKRC.

"What is everyone waiting for? Humne yaha aap sabko koi parade karne nahi bulaya hai!"Naintara laughed at everyone, making them smile. Naintara was known as a strict but lively boss. People liked and respected her for the lady she was. But were still afraid, looking at the grim faces of their bosses.

"Lagta hai Di koi aise nahi manega!" Annie piped in. "Kuch to karna padhega!"

She grabbed two plates full of colour and went over to splash it on the guys, making them splutter angrily while everyone laughed.

"Dekha, abhi to inhe bhi rang diya. Chalo, what are you waiting for?" Naintara chirped, taking some colour and applying it on some of the ladies present.

"Come on you people let's play Holi!" Annie sang and ran away sprinkling colour everywhere, making others join in the celebrations.

Very soon the whole scene changed. Colours splashed everywhere, spreading joy in the air. The festive mood added to the charm. People were running about with color or water filled pichkarees, while some trying to escape from the deluge. Laughter and love in the air mingled with the true happiness of togetherness.

Today no one was employer or employee; they were just a bunch of people celebrating the festival of colors. Enjoying life in this busy world where time was the most precious commodity which a person could grant the other.

Be it a mother applying color to her son, or a young girl to her 80 yr old grandfather. Everyone was merrily enjoying this day out, forgetting their daily drag and immersing themselves in color and life.

Everyone was enjoying except for a pair of jealous eyes, looking angrily at Geet, who was oblivious to her surroundings, immersed as she was in her own painful hell.

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Maan looked at his wife, who looked as if she was enjoying herself with his sisters. He felt a strange burning in the pit of his stomach. The way her skin shone with the sun's rays falling on her it, its dazzling whiteness blinded him to everything else around. She then turned to say something to Pari, sliding her hand through her hair and moving it over one shoulder, giving him a full view of her back. Maan, who had just been about to gulp in his drink, choked on it, spluttering hard. His eyes widened as he saw what he now understood every male in the vicinity was seeing.

His wife's near naked back!

The sorry excuse for a blouse she had worn had nothing but a couple of strings criss-crossing her back in an intricate pattern, leaving her whole back bare. Her smooth creamy skin was dimpling in places as she waved her hands about to emphasize whatever she was speaking, grabbing his attention.

The blood pooled down within him instantly at this sight, making him go rock hard in an instant. The tremendous jolt of desire shook him, the instant need which fired his every sense protesting to be let out.

He thanked his stars that he was wearing jeans; otherwise his painfully embarrassing condition would be visible for all to see.

Dev's "Sweet Mother of God!" and Arjun's "What the hell!" barely made an impact on him as all his senses were attuned to the temptress in front of him who made him go hard without making the slightest effort.

Desire and anger ran in his veins in equal measure at the sight before him. The craving to touch her was intense and extreme to the point of pain. He started sweating with the surge of his libidinous needs. Uneasiness ran through him, making his palms go clammy, his skin felt as if stretched too tight, making him want to jump out of it. Or jump on someone, if he was being honest. To divert his mind he looked around and noticed a lot of eyes were covertly watching his temptress, making anger rush through him.

He stalked forward towards her, still undecided whether he wanted to kiss her or kill her, when he saw Naintara whispering something to her and Annie and all three of them scuttled away, leaving a frustrated Maan behind.

He was soon joined by Dev and Arjun who looked flushed to him, but he was too wrapped in his own misery to give them much thought.

And so began the game of hide and seek, the three women flitted in and out of the crowd, having a gala time, while keeping an eye on their respective partners and enjoying their restlessness. At least two women were. The third was lost in her thoughts and mindlessly followed their lead, plastering a fake smile across her face, hiding her pain from the world.

"Why did he do that? Kyu humesha aisa karte hai? Mere pass aate hi kyu hai jab wo humare rishte ko nahi maante. He does whatever he wants and then leaves me to take the blame. Maine kaha tha unse mere pass aane?" She thought remembering their intimate moments from the morning. The near touch of his lips against hers which had left her yearning for more, a painful memory to bear. She had submitted herself to her husband, only to be rejected and humiliated. "How many times was Babaji going to test her limits?" She thought painfully.

"Bas abhi aur nahi! From now on I am going to stay away from him. He can't do whatever he wants. It hurts dammit! Waise bhi Naina Di ne kaha hi hai na unse door rehne! To ye hi sahi! "

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Geet was just going to check on the food on Naintara's instructions, when a hand caught hold of her and pulled her back. The surprise made her lose her balance and she fell against a muscular chest. Her hair fell across their faces, hiding the identity of the guy. Not that she needed a confirmation. His touch was now as familiar to her as his cologne. The jolt her body felt at the contact was enough to let her know it was Maan.

Angry at herself for harboring such feelings about him, she tried to push him away. "What are you doing? Leave me!" she said twisting wrist, attempting to free herself. "Someone will see!"

"Someone will see!" he mimicked sarcastically! "As if anyone is not watching you flaunt yourself. What in the world are you wearing?" he asked angrily.

"What's wrong with it?" she asked belligerently. She herself had qualms about it, but his caveman tactics were getting on her nerves. "Even Naina Di and Annie are wearing something similar. Why don't you tell them also instead of trying to boss me around!" she glared back.

"I don't care about Naintara and Annie right now! I will not have people leaching over what is mine! Go and change now!" he thundered, not realizing what he was giving away. On hearing his claim, Geet stopped trying to free herself from his grasp and looked at him with pain in her eyes, "Maine kab mana kiya Maan? Aap hi to is rishte ko nahi maante. To fir ye haq kyu jata rahe ho? Jab aapka mann karta hai tab apna lete ho, aur jab mood change hua tab thukra dete ho! Kyu maanu mai aapki baat? Nahi maanni mujhe aapki koi baat." Saying so she ran away, stifling the sobs heaving through her slender body, leaving an angry and frustrated Maan behind.

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Sasha watched Maan staring at Geet intently, her blood boiling. MK never watched her like that, and here he was openly drooling over that witch! "Aakhir usme hai kya! Agreed that she is somewhat good looking, if you like behanjis! Which MK doesn't! I am much better than her! If only I had told MK about my feelings. He would definitely have waited and not married her."

Sasha looked at Geet with hatred. The woman who had snatched away her man! It was time to show her who was boss here! She will teach the behanji a lesson which she would never forget!

She looked wickedly at the drink in her hand and proceeded towards Geet.

"I know MK better than anyone else Geet." She scowled. "Even you! He hates attention, and he hates people who make a fool of themselves. Let's see what happens to you after you drink this!"

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Geet smilingly took the glass from Sasha, thanking her uncomfortably. She had met a lot of people since morning, and all had given her a warm welcome. But the smile in Sasha's eyes didn't look inviting to her. She looked overdressed with her short dress and loud make-up, but then Geet wasn't too well versed with the culture here, so she held her judgment

"Shayad mera weham hoga." And drank from it, missing the evil glint in Sasha's eyes.

"Now you will know what happens to people who mess with Sasha Parekh. MK doesn't like any kind of public display and after drinking that, you are sure to make a spectacle of yourself and anger MK!"

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Shaking her head to clear the fog, Geet tried to stand straight, which seemed like a chore to her.

She looked around for Naintara and Annie, but they were nowhere to be found, not that her vision was all that clear. She was having trouble keeping her eyes open.

She looked around for any familiar face and spotted Maan. She had been watching him constantly, stealing glances at him, whenever she thought no one would notice. But once, she had caught him looking at her intently, and trapped his eyes. The message passing through them was as old as time. But the morning's humiliation was still fresh in her mind and she had turned away from him to show great interest in the jabbering of a lady she had no interest in. The naked desire visible in his eyes brought a blush on her cheeks, which were still bare of colour. She had refused to play Holi with anyone else on the pretext that she was allergic to colours. No one had questioned her further.

Maan had been watching her from afar as she graciously mixed with the guests. His condition was now extremely painful and he was handling himself with great difficulty. Sitting in a corner, hiding his embarrassing state, he was cursing his roaring libido for bursting at the wrong moments!

"Not that it's my fault! Any red blooded male would go bonkers looking at her in that attire." He scowled at a man who was trying to look at her. One thunderous glance from Maan's eyes and the poor guy scuttled away for cover.

Geet on the other hand was now wallowing in self pity. All around her, she saw couples enjoying themselves. The music had started and the dance floor was crowded.

She spied Naintara and Annie with Dev and Arjun, dancing closely. "Ae lo, mujhe 'door rehna' kehkar, ye dono kya kar rahe hai!" she thought belligerently.

She searched for Maan and saw him sipping something from a glass. Their eyes locked and she slowly she made her way towards him, as if an invisible thread was pulling her there.

The bhang had loosened her inhibitions and made her forget her promise to herself of staying away from him. She was feeling restless and an inexplicable yearning for him was rising within her. She wanted to be with him, be in his arms. She wanted to feel loved and wanted. She wanted that same feeling which she could see on Naina Di and Annie's faces. Of being loved. Of being the centre of someone's world. Of being desired.

"Mujhe bhi unke saath dance karna hai!" she pouted cutely.

She boldly made her way towards him, deciding that she will dance with him, come what may!

Maan saw her approaching him, with a determined glint in her eyes. The way her luscious body moved under her saree rocked him hard. The slight sway of her hips, the almost invisible heaving of her bosom, the quivering lips, and the glazed eyes, all called out to the beast which had been awakened within him.

Control was a thing of the past. He had tried to be a saint, and right now he was losing to himself, but he did not care! The strange pull was too strong. Looking at his siren coming towards him, all his resistance and resolution to stay away from her went down the drain.

He got up from his seat as if in a trance and walked towards her, drinking in her beauty like a man parched beyond measure. His senses were clouded by a desire so strong that it managed to block out every other thought!

The compulsive music irked his wild desires further, unleashing the raw emotions he kept well hidden beneath a thick veneer or anger

The fervent desires running amok within his burning body lead him to his only succor, the only one who would and could relieve his pain. It didn't cross his mind, why he never thought of taking solace with any other woman. It was only Geet who occupied his thoughts. It was as if no one else existed for him.

He stood up decisively and stalked to her, like a moth towards the flame, knowing that he will burn in the end, but unable to resist the heat of passion that was calling out to him.

He caught her and hauled her hard against his body, relishing the feel of her against him. It was nectar to a man starved for eons, the heady sensations making him tremble with the need to possess her totally.

Geet, who was oblivious to the feverish thoughts in his mind, entwined her hands languidly around his neck and pouted at him appealingly.

Unable to control himself against such blatant provocation, he grabbed her around the waist, and entwined his other hand in her hair, the desire to touch those succulent lips, to devour them ravenously foremost in his mind.

"You are sooo mean!" she glared back at him suddenly, the change instantaneous, throwing him off guard. "What??" was all he managed, as he felt as if she had thrown a bucket full of cold water on him.

"Haan! Aur nahi to kya! Dekho, sab dance kar rahe hai, aur aap ho, mere saath ek dance bhi nahi kiya! Dusht danav!" she pouted cutely, her words slurring towards the end.

"Geeet!" he said in his typical Tommy-style, his anger no way dwindling his intense desire to shut her up in the oldest way known to man.

"Poora kahiye na!" she ordered!

When he gave looked at her questioningly, she clarified, "Geet. Maan. Singh. Khurrana! Us din aapne hi kaha tha na hospital me." She smiled dreamily at the memory, making him roll his eyes at her. "Aapki patni." She finished self righteously.

At the mention of the word WIFE, his hold loosened a bit, coming back to earth, but she wouldn't let go. Geet tightened her hands around his neck and raised herself on tip toe to look him in the eye.

"Mai aapki patni hu na, fir aap mujhe pyaar kyu nahi karte?" she asked tearfully, making him feel as if someone slashed his heart through, looking at those wet eyes.

"Kyu koi mujhse pyaar nahi karta? Sab mujhe chod ke chale jate hai." she remembered her parents' death, tears flowing down, pricking him more.

"Aap bhi nahi karte, mere pass bhi nahi aate!" she sobbed in his arms.

"Aisa nahi hai Geet..." he tried consoling her, too lost in her tears to heed his words.

"Aisa hi hai! Agar aap mujhse pyaar karte hai to fir aaj subah aapne mujhe kiss kyu nahi kiya?" she asked innocently, her eyes gliding over his lips, making his mind come back to his latent desires.

Her eyes then met his, her craving clearly reflected in her magical eyes. The craving for his love, which in his lust induced haze, he took as a reciprocation of his desires. Her eyes mirrored her heart's desires, but he was lost in the feel of her against him to read them clearly, his mind not in the state to put two and two together clearly.

All he read was the unconcealed need for him, his touch and his body rose enthusiastically to do her bidding. He was dying to relish the taste of her lips against his, he bent forward to capture them with his when a sudden shout brought them both out of their private haven.

"MK'''''.!!!"

He jerked back as if he had been burned, to see Sasha looking at them. He was breathing heavily, in order to control his wavering self control. Grasping Geet tighter against him, to hide himself from Sasha, he asked in a hoarse voice. "What happened?"

He was too lost to notice the anger in Sasha's eyes as she glared daggers at Geet.

"You didn't dance with me!" she whined, looking at him innocently.

"Sasha'." He tried to think of a way to avoid her but couldn't come up with any reason. All his thought processes were at a halt, as the only thing occupying each recess of him was Geet.

Sasha grasped his hand and pulled him away, making Geet gasp at her audacity while Maan was left spluttering in protest.

"Chudail kahi ki!" Geet muttered fervently, "Mai bhi dekhti hu kaise karogi tum mere Maan ke saath dance!" she huffed and turned to glare at their departing backs!

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