Shackles of Love#11#MG FF Chapters 43-44 - Page 62

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CHAPTER 44:

Unaware of the predatory nature of someone's thoughts, Geet was enjoying, or say was pretending to enjoy herself. The near brush with Maan had left her mindless and excited. She was physically present and executing all social gestures, but mentally, she was far away. The ribbing she was receiving from her colleagues was not helping any. Not one to be left behind, Rahul was at the fore front, pulling her leg.

To take her mind off the restlessness, she let her eyes roam around the room. People were enjoying themselves, laughing and gossiping, relaxed. The party was a sure shot success. But then it had to be, she thought proudly, after all it was her Maan's party! 'Her Maan!' she blushed and rolled the words around her tongue. It sounded deliciously satisfying to her. Finally she had the liberty to use the term and she was jubilant. Wanting to once again feast her eyes, she turned a bit and there he was.

Hot, handsome and sexy. She sighed dreamily, lost in him.

She had never seen him in anything but casuals, and she had to admit he looked mighty fine in his coat. The cut was enhancing his broad shoulders. The shirt was open as usual at his throat, revealing his taut masculine chest. The open V calling out to her to run her fingers along it, feel that smooth muscled skin with her hands. She looked away to control her wild thoughts, and she realized that she wasn't the only person drooling over her husband. She saw a few girls giggling and pointing at him, making her annoyed. She glared at them, making them realize that they were caught and they scurried away from the angry woman in front of them.

Having got rid of them, Geet turned her attention back to 'her Maan', secretly hugging the words to herself.

He was talking casually with someone with a drink in his hand.

Those long sexy fingers moving slowly over the rim as he absentmindedly played with the glass. She looked on as she imagined those fingers touching her, caressing her the same way. Her body shivered with repressed desire at the thought, remembering his touch on her.

She watched as he nodded his head, agreeing with whatever the person was saying. His fingers clutched the drink and he raised it to his lips to take a sip. His lips parted as he swallowed his drink, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Geet watched on mesmerized as those beautiful M shaped lips closed in on the glass, wanting to trace them with her fingers and feel them on her own.

She broke off from her not-so-decent thoughts and fanned herself in an attempt to cool down her overheated imagination, "Damn! It's hot!" thought Geet and looked up on the ceilings to see if the fans were working then hit her head laughing wryly, "You have so lost it Geet!"

As she looked back, her gaze collided with Maan's heated gleam over the rim of the glass and their eyes held. The crowd dwindled away and they were once again lost in each other.

Soon a band started playing and the couples started drifting to the dance floor.

Naintara and Dev were headed to the dance floor, when Naintara took a small detour and grabbed Geet. "Chalo Geet, tum bhi! Let's dance." Dev cut in, "But Maan does not dance Naintara." Seeing Maan stalking towards them, he added impishly, "Let's find Geet some other partner. Rahul?" and ignoring Geet's protests, he motioned Rahul who was only too willing to oblige.

Maan who was just nearing them heard this; he didn't see Geet's protest and concluded that this was part of her plan to make him seethe. Anger burned in him along with his jealous desire, leading to a highly combustible mix.

Before Rahul could touch Geet's outstretched hand (held out by Dev obviously!), Maan grabbed it and announced loudly, staking his claim loud and clear "Uski koi zaroorat nahi hai, I am here." much to the astonishment of some people who didn't know about his marriage.

Dev hid his satisfied smile having got exactly what he wanted.

Maan looked at Geet who was still not meeting his eyes, jittery and excited at the thought of her first dance with her husband. His hand possessively encircled her waist and he roughly pulled her against him, anger visible in each rough movement. Still with a bent head Geet started swaying to the music.

As they moved to the music, Geet could feel him stiff and unyielding against her. She looked at him askance, only just realizing that his mood was not that of the playful Maan who had been sending her covetous glances all evening but his Dusht Danav mode was back! Confused as to what had occurred to put him in such a black mood, she squirmed against him to free herself from his tight grip, which was almost painful, angering Maan more.

He spat, "Mere saath dance karne me problem hai? You want to dance with that Rahul?" Geet froze at his words; never had she imagined that he would accuse her of something like this. She pushed off his hands which were holding her, freeing herself jerkily. Her eyes which till now were sparkling with subdued pleasure were suddenly wet with a rembrant pain.

Maan realized his mistake as soon as the words escaped his mouth. He was once again taking out his pent up emotions on her, hurting her in the process. Both stared into each other's eyes, one with pain and other with a mixture of repentance thinly veiling his seething passion and anger.

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The music changed from a soft melody to an intense passionate number.

Geet broke off the eyelock, trying to hold onto her tears, and was about to leave when he caught her hand from behind, holding on, unwilling to let her go. He brought her back, securing her back to his front, his other hand going around her waist once again, holding her possessively in front of him.

Kurbaan Hua

Teri Tishnagi Mein Yun

Kurbaan Hua

Maan locked her in his arms, grooving to the beat. Her back touched his bare chest through the open neck, skin meeting skin. His fingers teased the bare skin at her waist, making her tremble with need. She closed her eyes, feeling his touch, her insides melting under his assault.

Teri Aashiqui Mein Yun

She knew she had to leave before she melted completely, and she was hurt. She didn't want to give in so easily. His touch was like a spark to the embers waiting to burst within her.

She once again tried to leave only to find herself back in his arms.

Bekhudi Mein

Bekali Mein

Bekafi Mein Hua

Maan locked eyes with Geet trapping her in his intensely passionate gaze. She was bewitched, following his lead, her body blindly molding to his actions.

Tujhko Har Dua Di

Aur Daga Bhi

Aur Fanaa Hua

It was like he had become a musician and her body a finely tuned instrument which his fingers were deftly playing with.

She had no coherent thought; it was just him and her. No one else existed except them.

The world ceased to exist beyond his touch.

Kurbaan Hua

Kurbaan Hua Ha Haaa

Ada Pe

Wafa Pe

Jafa Pe

Kurbaan Hua

Kurbaan Hua Aaa Aa Aa

As they twisted and turned on the floor, his eyes bored into hers, as if trying to get the words across. As if he meant the words which were being played. He realized at that instant, that the past had no meaning. Not his, nor hers. Whatever was in her past, whatever darji had told him about her, faded into insignificance against the fact that he was captivated by her.

He was enthralled by every action and word of hers.

Rubaru Tu Magar

Tanaha Hai Yeh Jahan

O O

Jal Uthe Meri Kuft Se

Saanson Ka Yeh Saamaa O O

She was in front of him and the surroundings faded. He wanted to spend his life just drowning in those hazels, loving her, making her happy as she had been a few moments before. He walked ahead making her move behind to put some distance, but he couldn't bear the distance. She averted her face irking him more. He didn't want her hiding those soulful orbs of hers. He pulled her closer harshly, such that not even a breath of air could pass between them. Their breaths mingled, heating up the atmosphere. She looked at those lips which she had dreamed about just recently. Their lips were almost touching, she shied at the thought.

Kya Hua

Pal Mein Jane Kho Gaya Kyun

Tu Mila

Aur Judaimaa Hua Yun

He twirled her out and brought her back into his arms. His passion was inducing an answering urge of equal intensity within her. She wanted to forget everything, the world, his words, his actions. She just wanted to lose herself in his arms. Pretend that it was real.

This was real.

Geet started willingly matching his every step with an answering fervor.

Bekhudi Mein

Bekali Mein

Bekafi Mein Hua

Tujhko Har Dua Di

Aur Daga Bhi

Aur Fanaa Hua

He twirled and dipped her making her bend to his will.

Their passionate dance was the centre of all attraction. People watched with bated breath as the beautiful couple who were so obviously in love and lost in each other burned the dance floor.

Kurbaan Hua

Kurbaan Hua Ha Haaa

All except one pair of confused eyes, who couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Maan Singh Khurrana dancing so closely, that too with a married woman?

Ada Pe

Wafa Pe

Jafa Pe

Kurbaan Hua

Kurbaan Hua Aaa Aa Aa

Maan and Geet were lost in themselves, their eyes and bodies doing the talking for a change. Maan loved the feel of her soft body against his; she fitted so perfectly in his arms.

He picked her up in his arms and swirled her around while she held on to him tightly.

Marne Ka Sabba Mangata Raha

Dar Badar

Mitne Ko To Dil Pal Mein Razzi Hua Aaa Aaa

Puri Hui Har Arzoo Har Dastaaan Meri

Ki Tum Suru Hue Jahan Mein Khatam Hua

He bent down on his knees in front of her, as if submitting himself to her, to keep and cherish.

To do as she wills so long as she promised to be his.

In answer to his unvoiced question, Geet gave herself up to his keeping. She let her body drop into his waiting arms, yielding to her husband, the keeper of her soul.

Both surrendered to their hearts, their bodies moving as one such that no one could say where he ended and where she started.

Kurbaan Hua

Kurbaan Hua Aaa Aa Aa

He picked her up high in the air, and twirled her around. She let go, all her inhibitions as she enjoyed the feel of her husband's arms around her. His scent was enveloping her making her feel treasured and loved.

Ada Pe

Wafa Pe

JAfa Pe

Kurbaan Hua

Kurbaan Hua Aaa Aa Aa

He slowly let her slither down his body, her each curve meeting the contour of his body and fitting together perfectly. Their eyes were talking to each other, accepting the feelings within their hearts.

Their bodies were humming with desire, craving to be with each other, away from all prying eyes.

As the music changed, Geet realized that they were the centre of attraction. Blushing hard, she shyly removed his hands which were unknowingly caressing her waist over her saree, and ran away.

Even Maan was surprised; he had never been an open person, who would publicly do something like this. He was changing, Geet was changing him. And right now, he didn't give a damn.

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Maan felt Geet's gaze on him and her expressions scorched him. The sizzling current running between them had intensified tenfold after their dance and they were hardly able to concentrate on anything else.

He looked at her intensely and then looked back at his glass. How he wished this party would end soon. But he had to meet the CEO and discuss the project before he could do that!

Geet who was lost in him suddenly heard the giggle of the office girls behind her again.

"Isn't that Maan Singh Khurrana?" Sweety said.

"Maybe we should call him 'Hot Singh Khurrana'" suggested Heytal. 'Hot' was enough for Avi, the bookworm, to drop her mobile on which she was reading a story, "Yeah totally drool-worthy!" She added dreamily, her eyes glazing over as if she had seen chocolate frosting.

"Let's go near there and try to talk to him! I want to shake hands with him. I have heard so much about his err'.hands!" Suggested Marium. "His hands are so yummilicious! I so have heard a lot about them!" added Nauri, keeping one hand on her heart in a fake dramatic pose.

"Yeah! And maybe while we are at it, we could get him to pop a few more buttons!" Chimed in daredevil Aashu.

Geet who was standing and listening went from angry to murderous in a second. Maan, who was still in her dreamy looks, was surprised to see her glaring at him with a dark forbidding expression on her face. "What? What happened now," he wondered. "Yeh ladki sach mein mujhe ek din pagal kar degi!"

He started walking towards her and Geet sensing the girls behind her marched over to him

"Kya hua Geet?" Maan asked her, genuinely puzzled.

"Koi sharam hai ki nahi?" Geet whispered angrily her eyes spitting fire. "Maine kya kiya?" Maan was stumped. "Did she actually read his thoughts of what he wanted to do with her?"

Angrily, not bothering to reply, she started buttoning up his shirt.

"Geet, kya kar rahi ho..." Maan started protesting, the feel of her hands on his chest made Maan loose the little sense of rationality he had, "Hum ghar chal ke bhi to ye..." he started.

Too late he realized she was actually closing his buttons!

She glared at him to shut up while she buttoned him up till the top. Muskan giggled in the corner as the faces of all her fellow droolers fell down while they glared at her for giving such ideas to Geet and spoiling their party.

"Agar aapne inko dubara khola na to dekh lijiye!" she threatened with her index finger and stalked off as if nothing had happened, while Maan stood there shocked speechless as to what had just happened to his crazy wife.

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Maan's mouth twisted in a grimace as he saw Geet once again standing with Rahul, but thankfully not alone. As he neared them, he felt something was wrong. The third person, a woman was saying something which was not going down well with Geet. Her face was flushed and eyes pained at whatever the woman was telling her. Rahul kept trying to interrupt but he was held off by her hand. The woman's back was facing him, and he couldn't see her face.

As he neared, he heard Rahul say, "But Bhabhi'"

"Oh! She this was the CEO of CE!" Maan thought, "But what is she saying to Geet?"

By now he could hear her voice, "I never thought you would do something so cheap. Apna nahi to CE ki reputation ka to khayal kiya hota! Your husband isn't here, is he? Shaadi shuda hoke kisi paraye mard ke saath'Chi Geet!" the voice sounded familiar to him, but the words were drilling into him, bringing back his anger to the surface.

"How dare she speak like that with Maan Singh Khurrana's wife?" He stalked over and pulled Geet into his arms, clasping her possessively around her waist. As soon as she felt his arms around her, Geet's trembling subsided. She looked gratefully at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears at the implications of her boss' words. But one look into his calm determined eyes and all her insecurities vanished.

She turned back to her boss who suddenly looked as if she had seen a ghost and stated proudly, "I think there is some misconception ma'am. Let me introduce you to my husband, Maan Singh Khurrana. And Maan this is my boss'"

But the two people who were being introduced weren't listening to her; they both were frozen on the spot, albeit for differing reasons.

She couldn't believe that he had gotten married.

He couldn't believe that she would have the guts to show him her face again. But more than that, he couldn't believe that Geet, the woman who professed to love him would have hidden such a big thing from him.

"Sameera'" he whispered on an agonized breath.

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