Chapter 35: Tore Naina Bade Dagabaaz Re
"Geet!" he called pushing his chair back and running after her. "Ruko please!" he called again realizing she didn't stop. He finally matched to her hurried steps and extended his arm in front of her preventing her from walking further. Irritated she was stopped, she looked up with a deep frown while her eyes were spitting fire. Afraid she would burn him with her gaze he faltered back a little. "Voh," he began trying to form correct words.
"Kya hai? Aapne kyun roka?" she spat her eyes dancing with fury while her jhumkas swayed dangerously back and forth.
"Voh, I wanted to say sorry," he said gathering enough courage to look into her eyes.
"Sorry?" she mocked. "Pehle apne manmani karo aur phir sorry," she huffed looking away.
"Nahi voh main galti se," he said looking down guiltily, remembering last night's series of kisses.
"Pehle chori upar se seena zori?" she taunted placing her hand on her hip while the other tightly held the bowl of jalebis.
He shook his head vigorously appalled at the turn of events. He knew she would be mad at him but she seemed to hold way too much grudge against his harmless kissing and flirting. Things just had begun to sort out with her giving him a chance but he saw things slipping away rapidly. He shut his eyes tightly chiding himself for taking things a bit too fast. Fearing she would back away and demand a divorce once again he inhaled sharply to convince her he really was sorry and assure her he would never even try to touch her without her permission.
"Kyun ab aapki bolti band ho gayi?" she interjected before he could say something. "Voh sab karne ke pehle sochna chahiye," she said poking his bare chest as he had a few buttons open. "Kamini attracter!" she muttered with a scowl loud enough for him to hear.
"Main…" he began thoughtlessly only to stop abruptly as her words sunk in. "Kya?" he shouted his orbs widening in shock causing people passing by to stop and stare at them. He turned around smiling nervously while giving everyone an apologetic nod. Not wanting to attract more attention he grabbed her by her arm and pulled her to a more secluded spot. "Kya?" he whispered harshly.
"Kyun aapko sunayi nahi deta?" she shook her head knitting her brows. "I said kamini attracter."
"Kamini attracter?" he repeated after her confused at her term for him.
"Haan," she affirmed before continuing, "kitni baar kaha hai aap shaadi shuda ho. Do I need to teach you on how to dress like a married man?"
He scratched his head trying to configure what she way trying to convey. 'Dress like a married man?' He thought furrowing his brows. He had had heard people talk about dressing like a married woman, but where did dressing like a married man come from? At times like these he wondered if he was really sane marrying this puzzling question bank that stood in front of him.
"Now common, button up," she ordered pointing to his shirt. "Jab dekho giving a free show to all those drooling chudails."
He looked to see she was pointing to the few buttons he had left open so he wouldn't die of heat. Compared to Delhi, this place was murkier as well as extremely hot. He obviously couldn't walk around only with a vest around so he decided to fold up his shirts and leave a few buttons open for air movement. And that had seemed to irk Geet to no end. "Magar Geet I just have left a few buttons open for air movement. It's really hot here toh soch—"
"And let all those kaminis see what is solely my right," she cut in poking him once again in the same spot.
'Did she really say that!' he thought pleasantly surprised at her sudden blurting. Still a little unsure he continued to stare at her wide-eyed.
"Button up right now Maan, varna main aur naraaz ho jaungi," she warned her nose flaring in anger.
"Right," he whispered in trance before buttoning up mechanically.
"Very good," she smiled victoriously see him slide in the last button into its hole. "Now listen up Mr. Khurana, agar ek aur baar I see you flaunting your chest giving all those chits something to drool on, I swear mujhse bura koi nahi hoga." She spoke each word with a threatening glare as though challenging him to oppose her.
Maan had his mouth wide open by the end of her threat trying to let her words sink in. Few minutes ago he was terrified she might call off their relationship and walk away because he had stepped over his boundaries. But she had not only crushed his worries but also declared only she had to right to stare at him! Could it be a dream? He pinched himself only to flinch in pain making him realize it indeed wasn't a dream.
"Ek minute," he said stopping Geet who had turned around to leave. "Toh only this was the problem?" he asked trying to confirm his doubts.
"What do mean only this?" she asked taken aback. "Aapko 'this' seems like a small problem?"
"Nahi, I didn't mean that. Mera matlab, kal raat… main… voh…" he stuttered.
Instant pink hue rose up her neck and rushed to fill her cheeks as she remembered his blatant display of affection. She sure was embarrassed but that didn't mean she didn't enjoy it. She bit her lower lip and looked away not wanting to meet his eye. "Haan," she said clearing her throat and trying her best to put up the most unaffected look. "Kyun aapko kya lagta hai?" she smirked repeating his dialogue from last night
"Mujhe lagta hai," he began unaware of her intention.
"Kya lagta hai Mr. Khurana?" she intimidated taking a step closer to him.
"Mujhe lagta hai ki," he once again said still not catching up to her.
"Ki sirf aapko hi voh karna aata hai," she completed it for him grabbing him by the collar and yanking him forward. Their faces were merely inches apart allowing her hot breath to fall on his. Her sudden jerk had rendered him speechless and his brain tried to comprehend her actions. She grabbed his chin and slightly pushed it to the side allowing her to face his cheek. She inched closer while managing to stand on her toes to adjust to his tall frame. "Not so fast patidev!" she whispered, her voice enticing his whole being as he felt lips almost touching her skin. She instantly pushed him away giggling at her little triumph before turning around ready to walk away.
Maan finally let out his breath he had been holding as he saw her royally walking away. He grinned at her sudden possessiveness while chiding at his over analytical thoughts. He was about to grab her to see if she knew things that she blamed only him of knowing only to jerk his head slightly to the right with his eyes closed as he felt her silky tresses hit his face.
Her long plait that hung in the front came rushing back to whack his cheek as she forcefully flung it back. He opened his eyes to see her strut away while her plait swung back and forth dancing to the tune of her feet. Caressing his neck he looked until she disappeared amongst the crowd before he too got about doing some work assigned to him.
Geet shook her head unable to understand her sudden boldness in confronting him. It was just last night she had died of embarrassment even thinking about what he did. But it had completely changed this morning since she had woken up. Concluding new and unidentified feelings began to infiltrate through her making her bold and voice her thoughts she rushed to the kitchen.
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Maan eyed her as she ran about the mandap; first giving the flower plate to the priest and then arranging decoration hanging by the pillar before going to speak to one of her new friends. Little children were running about and by mistake one of the cherubs hit her leg. She gracefully bent to pick up the little boy chiding him to play carefully before placing a kiss on his chubby cheek. He smiled fondly at the scene and continued to admire her antics.
Geet had changed into the gorgeous saree he had selected for her last night enhancing her milky white complexion. The shiny border dazzled just like her expressive doe-shaped eyes. A small smile played on her lips making him wonder about the feel of her lips against his. Her tresses had been tamed into a nice tight plait and adorned with jasmine flowers. Few strands of hair danced around her face as she giggled at a lady's remark.
His feet moved towards her of own accord while his fingers itched to push back her soft tendrils behind her ear. He came to stand right behind her and stretched his hand in trance to move away those dancing strands. But even before his fingers reached her face, she turned around. Startled by his presence right behind her, she lost her footing and was about to fall.
Seeing her arms flaying in the air while her body arched predicting her fall, he broke out of his reverie. Petrified she may get hurt, he lunged forward to catch her. Gathering her under his arms, he tightened his grip around her shoulders and below her waist not wanting her to sag down further.
Expecting to hit the hard granite floor, she had her eyes shut tightly. Her fingers sought a nearest twig of hope that might save her from a bad fall. Right before her slip turned ugly she felt him catch her. Instinctively her fingers gripped his shervani sleeves.
"Geet, tum teekh ho?" His brows puckered in fear that she might have hurt herself.
She fluttered her eyelids open hearing his anxious concern. Molten chocolate brown eyes stared at her wanting her to drown in that powerful gaze. She stared back trying to concoct comprehensible words before inhaling a sharp breath of air. His mere protective grip was creating unprecedented feelings. She felt her heart skip several beats before beginning to race even faster than speed of light. Her stomach constricted feeling butterflies fluttering inside them while her toes curled in anticipation.
"Geet, are you alright?" he repeated seeing her continuously stare back at him.
Her breath hitched feeling his hot breath right on her lips. She bit her lips and lowered her gaze only to find his irresistible bow-shaped lips. A mere brush of those with hers had sent her reeling. She wondered what would happen if she were to capture them with hers. But before she could test the water, she was interrupted with someone's loud cough.
"Beta hume bhi kuch time ke liye dekho. Pata hai hum teri biwi jaisi khoobsurat nahi magar phir bhi," Rekha declared hiding a smile behind her palm.
Maan and Geet turned to see Chaitu's mother with a teasing look. Instantly he straightened her before making her stand a good distance from him. Both looked away unable to meet Rekha's eyes as if they had been caught while stealing something. Geet stared at the ground as though it was the most interesting thing in the world. Maan on the other hand, cleared his throat and was about to walk away feeling too embarrassed to have been caught when Rekha stopped him.
"Kya hua beta? Aap kahaan ja rahein hain?" Her teasing tone evident.
"Main, voh, haan mujhe zaroori call karna hai," he said trying to sound normal.
"Toh kya Geet aapka mobile ban gayi ki use apne baahon mein le rahe hain?" she asked jocularly.
Unable to take more teasing, Geet intervened. "Ma please chodiya na," she pleaded knotting the pallu of her saree.
"Teekhai, teekhai," Rekha said laughing. "Tumhari biwi ke saath romance khatam karke aaja kuch kaam hai," she added patting Maan's cheek fondly.
"Ji," Maan instantly replied only to regret. "Mera matlab nahi, romance nahi kar rahe the," he said nodding his head vehemently.
"Haan haan, main maan gayi," she chuckled before walking away.
With Rekha gone, he turned to see Geet unsure of her reaction. She stood with her hands on her hip, her nose flaring in mock anger. "Aap mere peeche kya kar rahe the?" she asked breaking the silence.
"Ab maine kya kiya?" he asked looking defeated.
"Maine kya kiya?" she imitated mocking him. "Aapne kab kuch kiya hai abhi karne ke liye," she mumbled unintelligently. "Chaddo," she said twisting her lips and pushed him away before resuming her work.
In spite of her low mumbling, Maan did hear what she had said. He blinked still uncertain at her complain. God she always threw a curveball with her uncalled for statements. Did she just complain he does nothing? He thought scratching his chin. Well, Maan Singh Khurana loved challenges especially at times when he never expects them. "Tsk tsk tsk Mrs. Geet Khurana, you just unleashed the beast inside," he smirked his eyes gleaming dangerously "Get ready to be hunted!"
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