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CHAPTER 43:
Maan strode into the ballroom as if he owned it, casting an eye to check that the arrangements were perfect before the clients arrived, barking orders to change a few things he didn't like. Guests were starting to arrive and everything looked good to his eyes. However, his mind was far from such mundane things.
Right now he wanted only one thing. And that was Geet's answer. He had to talk to her before he took this forward, he reminded himself. But right now he would be grateful for small mercies, and that would be Geet's acceptance of his gesture. It would give him the courage to move forward.
He laughed wryly at himself thinking what his competitors would think. The Maan Singh Khurrana who could make big businessmen quake in their boots with just a look was afraid, that too by a waif of a girl.
He looked back at the entrance again. "Why the hell hasn't she come in yet? What is taking her so long?" his heart quailed, "Is she regretting….?" and missed a beat. "No Maan! Don't think negative! Tu pagal ho gaya hai!" and before he could berate himself further, he felt her.
There was a slight change in the atmosphere, the buzz around him increased. The humming of his blood told him that she was nearby. He turned to confirm his heart's bidding and there she stood, nervously gazing around.
His eyes just latched on to her and he greedily drank her in. If she had looked beautiful before, she looked positively radiant now.
Now he knew why he felt her incomplete in the bedroom earlier. It was the happiness reflecting in her hazels which changed her from being merely pretty to being breathtakingly beautiful.
On second thoughts, there was nothing 'merely' about his wife.
Her cheeks were adorned by a charming blush and her sparkling eyes outshone the expensive chandelier holding pride of place above him.
But what caught his eye and made his chest swell was the small, sorry looking rose pinned into her hair.
He hadn't felt as if he was carrying any burden, but seeing Geet with his rose made him feel so light, almost giddy. He released a deep breath, which he had been unknowingly holding.
He wanted to jump and pump a fist into the air, but he needed to talk to her first, get her to verbalize her feelings.
Geet's eyes darted around until they met his, and if possible, her blush deepened. Her eyes shyly flickered away as she entered the room but instead of coming to him, to his dismay she went to one corner where a group of people he assumed to be her colleagues were huddled.
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Geet was trying her best to get through the evening but her thoughts were flooded with him. The way he had looked at her, the rose, his words, everything was becoming a stronghold in which she was being crushed.
Geet shivered as she felt his eyes once again boring into her back. Those eyes had been following her painstakingly since the moment she had stepped into the room. His intense looks made her feel as if he was physically touching her. She touched the rose in her hair, ascertaining that it was really there and not some figment of her imagination. She had pinned it up, not wanting to part with it for even an instant. She was almost giddy with happiness thinking back to Maan's gesture. She had never expected Maan to do something this…she searched for a word and could only come up with 'romantic'. She blushed again at her thoughts. Babaji had finally listened to her. She wanted to laugh out loud and do a bhangra, to let out her happiness, but she controlled her impulses, letting her eyes do the dancing.
She knew his questioning eyes were following her constantly, demanding an answer, but she was feeling too shy to answer him. Added to that, she also wanted to torture him a little, she smirked. "Itna revenge to banta hai na Babaji? Mujhe unhone itna pareshaan kiya. Kya mai kuch ghante bhi nahi kar sakti?" she laughed to herself, excited at the turn of events.
Maan stared as his wife mingled with the guests, trying to ignore him. He tried to make an eye contact, but she easily managed to evade him pretending that she hadn't seen him. The blush on her cheeks gave her away though. Looking at her now, he saw her lost in thought and smirking to herself while she turned her eye slyly to look at him, quickly moving away when they met his. And that's when he realized what she was doing.
"Oh! So that's how you want to play is it Geet?"
Rising to the challenge, Maan tried to catch Geet on her own but Geet ensured that she was always surrounded by people. Like right now, she was standing with Rahul and some other people from CE, her back to him, but he was within hearing distance and could catch snippets of the conversation. To his consternation the A****** was giving her compliments and making her blush with laughter! His eyes burned an angry red and his stance became threatening. He wanted to go and beat him to pulp, but he couldn't. His lips twisted in a grimace as he heard the flowery words being showered on his wife, but what pricked him more was Geet's reply which was clearly a taunt for him, "Thanks Rahul, you sure know how to compliment a woman. Some people can't even do this much and then profess to being the prefect know-it-alls!"
Before he could react to her taunts, a client came over to talk and she managed to escape. The CEO of CE had not yet arrived, and Rahul had informed him that his Bhabhi was running late as something urgent had cropped up. Maan was now getting frustrated.
Suddenly he saw his advantage, finding her standing alone with Dev, facing her back to him. He caught Dev's eye and a silent message passed between them. Coming stealthily from behind, he stood behind her. The slight hitch in her breathing let him know that she felt his presence, boosting his ego.
Geet pleaded with her eyes to Dev to not leave her but he just smiled blandly and went away. She closed her eyes tightly; praying for courage, her nerves had decided to abandon her and all thoughts of revenge flew right out of the room. She tried calming her racing heartbeats when she felt his hand grasping her pallu and holding on tight making sure she couldn't escape him now.
"Abhi bach ke kaise jaogi Geet." His voice flowed like warm honey along her frazzled nerves, but instead of soothing them, it excited them more.
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Aankhon Ki Gustakhiyaan Maaf Hon
O Aankhon Ki Gustakhiyaan Maaf Hon
Maan pulled her by the saree towards him, deliciously decreasing the distance between them. His each step making Geet breathe harder as she felt his proximity. She jumped out of her skin as she felt his other hand possessively go around her belly, his fingers spanning the skin there, her body coming alive under his touch. She turned back to look at him, to plead, only to find his eyes alight with naughtiness watching her playfully.
As he placed his hand on her waist and held her hand in his, he was aware of his heart thudding with a speed he had never felt before. He looked at her to see if she could sense it but her head was still bent down. As he looked at her closely he saw a faint blush on her cheeks. If anything, his heart started racing like never before giving competition to hers. All his senses came alive. His fingers holding her waist sensed the soft skin there; awareness shot through him and he barely held himself in stifling the urge to plaster her to his body. Her scent flooded his senses, while her face remained hidden from his gaze drowning him into sensations.
"Bolo na Geet…" He whispered huskily, his breathe falling on her face heating her blood.
Ek Tuk Tumhein Dekhti Hain
Jo Baat Kehna Chaahe Zubaan Tumse Vo Ye Kehti Hain
The uncertainty which her actions had filled him with all through the evening coursed through him as he harshly tugged her face towards him. Her face up tilted and he was drowned in her eyes. What he saw there almost caused him to misstep. His eyes had been following and questioning her all evening and now he had her trapped. He could stare at her forever. He made her look into his eyes, trying to convey his feelings. He loved the blush staining her cheeks as she read the clear message his eyes were transmitting and hastily lowered her hazels.
Aankhon Ki Sharmohaya Maaf Ho
Tumhein Dekhke Jhukti Hain
Her shyly lowered eyes called out to something primitive within him, his hands tightening subtly. Geet looked up at him from corner of her eye inconspicuously, only to find him still staring at her without blinking. Her eyes dropped immediately again, her cheeks coloring at his intent gaze giving her away.
Uthi Aankhein Jo Baat Na Keh Sakin
Jhuki Aankhein Vo Kehti Hain
His question was very visible in his eyes, almost pleading to end his misery. Geet remembered his eyes on her in the bedroom earlier, while she was getting dressed. As usual his eyes tried to say something which she couldn't read, or was too afraid to read.
She felt too shy to lift her eyes back to him, and shook her head slightly her lashes fluttering in an attempt to calm her wayward heart, and she pleaded with her eyes to let go.
Aankhon Ki ..Aankhon Ki ..Gustakhiyaan ..Maaf Hon
The fight between their eyes was continuing, making Geet squirm with shyness and she twisted herself this time succeeding in freeing herself as he was enchanted by those lowered eyes and ran away to the safety of Naintara and Annie.
Kaajal Ka Ek Til Tumhare Labhon Pe Laga Loon
La la la..
Haan Chanda Aur Suraj Ki Nazron Se Tumko Bacha Loon
Hmmm..
Oh Palkhon Ki Chilman Mein Aao Main Tumko Chhupa Loon
Aa..
But now that she was free, she kind of missed him. She impatiently looked around to find him but couldn't. Truth be told, she had liked those passionate eyes on her and now that he was missing she was feeling cheated. She pouted and started searching for him when a hand suddenly grabbed her. Before she could scream, another hand covered her mouth while he dragged her behind a pillar into an enclosed alcove like space on the far side, affording them some privacy. She had recognized his touch by now and went silently with him.
He released her against the wall, looking at her triumphantly; his eyes alight with mischief, and covered her petite form by his body, cutting off any escape route. Geet glanced up at him, trepidation and excitement both vying in her eyes. She bit her lip in a futile attempt to control her raging hormones and wayward thoughts.
Maan raised his finger to free her lip from her teeth, soothing away the slight indentations with his thumb. Leaning forward, he took her lower lip in his mouth and bit it, melting her to her toes. She moaned his name and grasped his shoulders for support as she felt her knees give way. He went ahead chewing it lightly before releasing it to give the same treatment to her upper lip while she dug in her nails in him to keep from moaning out aloud. His hands played with her back, trailing those long sexy fingers of his seductively along her spine making her arch more into him, begging him to kiss her properly.
Geet had no idea where she was at that moment. Her eyes were captured by his magnetic gaze. The intensity and passion in them just caused her body to naturally curve her back. He must have moaned something or was it her. Shyness caused her to dip her head again but her body was nowhere listening to the urges of her brain. Slowly her arms came down his biceps which seemed to tense against her touch, urging him to complete what he had started, mindless of her surroundings
But he refused her eager mouth, tantalizingly hovering over it but not quite touching her. Teasing her, torturing her the same way she had been doing to him all evening. She was squirming to ease the ache in her belly caused by his skilled ministrations, pleading for him to end this delicious torment.
He only grinned naughtily and continued to trail his lips once more along her chin and jaw, and then abruptly he turned her around and pressed kisses along her shoulder up to the nape of her neck and then below on her spine till he reached her dori. Her blouse was nearly backless, held together by two strings, one at top and one at the bottom.
Not one to be deterred, he grasped the knot sensuously between his teeth and pulled, snapping open the dori and then the other, rendering her nearly naked. Geet gasped as she frantically looked around to see if anyone was watching them, but his lips started working their magic on her back once again making her forget everything else. Her world culminated at the brief point of contact of his lips and her skip. She was lost, lost in the world of sensations. Lost in the magic he was weaving around her.
After anointing her back with his kisses, he once more came back and dropped a light kiss on her nape, while retying the doris. Her eyes closed tightly, Geet was lost in his touch when she felt him take her hair which was over one shoulder and cover her back with it. She turned around raising slumberous eyes glazed with passion to complain, but the possessive look in his eyes made her clamp her mouth. She looked down once again, biting her lip, only to stop when she heard his intake of breathe and was caught and held by the desire in his eyes.
Powerless to help herself, she took a step towards him and cupped his face softly in both hands, standing on tip toe to close the gap between their lips. He held his breath waiting for her to make her move, when...
Khayaalon Ki Ye Shokhiyaan Maaf Hon
Har Dam Tumhein Sochti Hain
Jab Hosh Mein Hota Hai Jahan Madhosh Ye Krti Hain
Aankhon Ki Sharmohaya Maaf Ho
A client came and knocked on his shoulder to talk shop. Maan looked at him puzzled before realizing that he was fantasizing about Geet! "You have got it bad Maan!" He said self depreciatingly while his eyes automatically flowed like a magnet to find her still talking to his sisters.
Ye Zindagi Aapki Hi Amaanat Rahegi
Ay Hey
Dil Mein Sada Aapki Hi Mohabbat Rahegi
Ay Hey
In Saanson Ko Aapki Hi Zaroorat Rahegi
As if she felt his soul, she turned to look at him, locking eyes. Something within her called out and she took a step towards him unsteadily. Her foot caught on her saree and she was about to trip, but instead of the hard floor, she felt a pair of strong arms enclosing her in their warmth. She closed her eyes and breathed in his essence, that unique scent that was him, Maan. Her Maan. Her hands tightened on his shoulders as she slowly lifted her lashed to look at this beautiful man in front of her. And he was all hers.
His eyes trailed to her lips deliberately and she felt as if he had touched them.
Memories of their closeness flooded her; his searing kiss at Holi had left an impact on her and her heart swelled in remembrance of his passion. Shyness encompassed her as she thought about what he had said in the car and the intensely loving looks he had given her. "Jhalli, stop all this. You are becoming a despo now!" she chided herself, reddening under his fiery gaze.
Is Dil Ki Naadaniyaan Maaf Hon
Ye Mere Kahan Sunti Hain
Ye Pal Pal Jo Hote Hain Bepal Sanam To sapne Naye Bunti Hain
She trembled in his arms, when the sudden clearing of throats and giggling made them come back from their private world. He gently made her stand on her feet and she bade her escape, not before turning back to give him a come hither look, which made his blood pool in lower parts of his body.
Aankhon Ki…Aankhon Ki…Gustakhiyaan Maaf Hon…Sharmohaya Maaf Ho.
She was not even able to meet his gaze after that and she spent the evening avoiding him. His looks weren't helping her either. She knew he wanted her to come to him, but she just could not!
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Maan had found a quiet corner to sulk and indulge in his new hobby which was to constantly stare at his wife. He had been drifting between all the corresponding managers for the new project. Enthusiasm was high among all for the upcoming venture and he used the opportunity to get a strong start. He still could not resist following her with his eyes though. No matter the mental lectures he gave himself more often than not he scanned the crowd for her.
Today she looked out of the world. She was standing with a bunch of her coworkers steadfastly ignoring him. They were giggling and chatting. Nursing a drink he observed the deep dimples on her cheeks, the sweet turning up of her lips, the long sweep of her hair as it went past her waist. He looked irritated at the expanse of skin visible and thought back to his highhanded fantasy, wishing he could just go there and haul her against him and replicate his fantasy. The ache in his body at the thoughts made him rapidly blink and he tried to clear his head before he got lost in her again.
Here he was seething in anxiety and madam was having fun, he fumed. "This is all you are good for now Maan!" he told himself.
His mind had a fixation called Geet; out of nowhere, random thoughts of her popping in and out of his mind without his control. Yesterday he had blanked out thinking about her in the meeting and that had been embarrassing to get out of. Everyone in the office had stared at him and even when he glared at them some of them had mumbled under their breath as the meeting got dispersed suddenly.
As the evening wore on his desperation seemed to increase. She had been pointedly ignoring him now, after the embarrassing embrace in the middle of the room.
No longer was she looking at him, even when she passed by him she avoided his gaze. He could hear her tinkling laughter with her colleagues and even that horrid Rahul. Every time Rahul was near his Geet, his hands clenched into fists. Her smiling at everyone and especially Rahul was bringing out the worst in him. He wanted to carry her off to a corner and get her to look at him, hold him, smile at him; and all the things that he wanted to do...Don't even go there Maan, he warned himself once again. But his brain or some other part of his anatomy was on a one track mind. His eyes had become hooded trying to hide the jealous and violent storm that was in his heart.
"Maan you have do something about this!" He told himself; recognizing flaws in himself, the worst of which was his jealousy and impatience. "And soon!" He knocked back the rest of his drink and felt it burn its way down. But instead of calming him, he felt it ignite his already raging passion. He looked as she stood there enjoying while he sulked in a corner, hating anyone or anything that dared touch his Geet.
He acknowledged that he was overtly possessive. He couldn't stand her being admired by anyone but himself. He was jealous. This jealousy raged in his veins making him go insane. He had never felt this way before, not even over Sameera, who he professed to have loved. But with Geet it was different. He would kill anyone who tried to come between them. He was jealous of everything nowadays it seemed.
Jealous of Rahul, no questions asked! His lips twisted in a grimace at the mere thought!
Jealous of Dev, who enjoyed a comfortable relationship with her, making her smile effortlessly.
Jealous of his sisters, who hogged her time, as he saw the three of them together.
Jealous of the baby. "Hell Maan! You have it bad!" He knocked back another drink as he once again started his staring session like an afflicted teenager stalking his first crush.
Two middle aged ladies were chatting nearby and he could not help but overhear their conversations.
"Mazaa aa raha hai na? Nice party….."
"But of course! After all its Maan Singh Khurrana's party. Acchi to honi hi hai na!" said the other proudly, who Maan recollected seeing in his office.
"So to hai! Lekin ek baat bolu? Aaj party me sabse accha kya hai? Wo ladki jo white saree me hai! Kitni pyari ladki hai na? Do you know who she is?" The other lady continued. It seemed as if everyone was spouting essays on his wife's' beauty and looks today, he thought wryly.
"Kaun? Geet?"
"Geet? Naam bhi utna hi pyara hai jitni wo khud."
Maan smiled and nodded to himself, but her next words made him almost spit his drink.
"Tum jaanti ho Geet ko? Mein soch rahi hoon ki mere chote bhai ke saath uski baat chala doon, Rishabh has just finished his MBA and we are looking for a bride for him. Uske liye acchi hai na?"
Before he could burst out he heard the other lady clearing that Geet was married and he took devious satisfaction as he saw the face of the first lady fall! However the conversation had once more awakened the impatient demon in him and he decided enough was enough.
He satisfied himself with throwing a glare at the lady who had dared to eye his Geet and stalked off stormily, uncaring of her "What's with him!"
He was determined to finish this cat and mouse game now. Once and for all.
Precap:
Ada Pe
Wafa Pe
JAfa Pe
Kurbaan Hua
Kurbaan Hua Aaa Aa Aa
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Author's Note :
Gotcha🤣 U dint think Maan would actually do that in public😲😆
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