Shackles of Love#26#MG Chapter 61-62 - Page 95

CHAPTER 62:

Geet was having a wonderful time. She was drifting away in a room which was beautifully decorated with huge sculptures of Adonis. She reached out her hand to touch the perfectly carved features laid out for her vision, but to her surprise, instead of feeling the coolness of clay, she felt it warm to her fingertips. Her hands moved over to clear her confusion, and she felt the latent heat emanating from the hard muscles covered in soft sleek silk. Sighing in hedonistic gratification at her dream, she woke up slowly and shook off the pleasant remnants of her dream.

Lo and behold. She had another shock.

She must have fallen asleep in the car because she found herself in bed and had no memory of getting into it. And if that was not enough, she found herself sleeping on Maan.

AGAIN.

Not the fully dressed one she was used to but the one in his sexy black vest and tracks. Her arms were wrapped around him and her leg was across his body. She shot out of bed like there was a snake on it, whining, "Babaji! Reham karo!"

In all the weeks they had been married they had never been as close as in the past twenty four hours. She stared at him wide eyed, standing beside the bed. Thankfully this time she was fully dressed.

Maan had got up the moment she had started with her favorite past time nowadays, Let's touch Maan!

But he remained unmoving, enjoying the pleasant sensations coursing through his body at her innocent touches. He had also enjoyed the look of horror on her face as she realized where she was! Her cute cribbing especially with that sexy pout made it difficult for him to pretend sleep, but he did.

Seeing she was all flustered, he didn't want to miss this golden opportunity to tantalize her a little and started stretching and yawning as if he had just got up.

He passed her a beatific smile, which was enough to knock off the few nerves which were in place and all Geet could do was stare at him as he wished her, "Did you sleep well Geet?"

"This was not happening here. What is he doing in my bed?" She was too stunned to speak, she tried to open her mouth to say something. When nothing would come out of her mouth, she swallowed.

"Why is he smiling? Dusht Danav kahi ke! Babaji, he looks so adorable in these clothes with his hair all mussed up like this." her heart went dhak dhak and an intense urge to smooth down his hair arose as he passed her another sultry smile. "Stop, stop, stop Geet, have you gone mad already? You should be shouting at him and kicking him out of here." she chided herself, trying to dampen down her feelings.

As he raised his arms for a long stretch, the vest climbed up higher on his body showing her a glimpse of his perfect abs and the tracks hanging low. Geet went into instant meltdown, trying to avert her gaze but her eyes refused to follow the command of her brain! They were glued to the small stretch of skin displayed for her perusal, drooling over him quite openly.

Closing her mouth to come up with a sentence she tried again but only an unintelligible croak came out of it "Aaap yaha'..?"

Again the Greek God smiled at her and sweetly said "Good morning, Geet."

"Wait, wait, wait, when did he go from being a Dusht Danav to Greek God? Sahi to hai na Geet? Weren't you just dreaming of Adonis?" She quickly turned away from him and tried to control her wayward thoughts.

He came towards her to show her his back raising the vest higher. "My back is hurting so badly from all that driving. Do you think you can rub something on it, some hot oil or cream?"

"What? Is he out of his mind?" She looked at him askance! Although the sights being shown were totally droolicious there was no way she was going to touch him.

Maan could read the emotions flowing over her face easily and he continued, "Is that a yes or a no...?" he asked turning around slightly raising the vest even more. "Maybe I should remove this..."

"No!" she almost screeched. She didn't want any more temptation to sway her, "Nahin! Mera matlab hai mai? Kaise...?" She desperately needed to leave this space as the room seemed to be getting too small for her.

"Oh! OK!" He sounded disappointed. "Koi baat nahi. Let me get your medicines for you. You need to have them with food." He said with a pained face as he started to go to the door. He turned to look at her face which was showing guilt now. He had done so much for her and yet she was being hesitant to care for him.

"It's okay, I will call Naintara or Dev. I am sure someone will come by to help me." He looked at the phone to see it was quite late. "I guess it's too late tonight, maybe tomorrow." He tried to move his arms and waist from side to side to remove the knots in his back, pretending to moan in pain. Guilt overtook her hesitation and she stepped towards him.

"Wait! Mai kar deti hu. Let me get some warm oil and balm. I will put it on. It is too late to disturb anyone." She said in a small voice. He quickly removed his vest and lay on his stomach smirking at having got her to do what he wants.

A few minutes of her gentle massage later his smirk was gone. Her soft gentle touches on his heated skin were inducing a deep need in him. He wanted to turn around and return the favor and he did not want to stop there. Her hair hanging free from its plait was brushing his back gently. He wanted to fist it in his hands and tug her towards him with it. He turned his head sideways to watch her. Her eyes had turned to molten gold. Her mouth was slightly open and the need to taste those soft luscious lips with his was overwhelming. The soft drugged look in her eyes was torture. He wanted her more than words could say. He turned around and held her hands in his.

"Kya hua Maan, are you better? Ab accha lag raha hai?" She raised her worried eyes to his.

Seeing those eyes reflecting only worry for him made him crash down to reality. All that pain that she had endured for him. She almost died because of him. And here she was worried about him.

How can anyone be so selfless? He wondered.

He got up immediately, and taking her face in his palms, gave a soft peck on her forehead, whispering in a choked voice, "Never better. Thank you Geet."

He left from there before he could do something stupid, removing himself from temptation present. This was not going to be about him and his needs. It was going to be about her. He would first make sure she was secure and loved more than anyone else in the world. She would determine the next steps in their relationship. He would just wait for her to trust him again.

Looking at his eyes full of love for her confused her more. She watched him as he got up and left for the kitchen wondering what was happening.

Precap:

No idea(am stuck)