Maaneet FF- MILAN-TFD#10,next thread added - Page 21

But you left me. She sucked her upper lip n shot arrows of accusation at him with her big-big eyes. Maan totally understood how it felt when someone you love leaves. Office ka kaam tha but if you don't want daddy to go, I will never go.

Pakka promise. Her face lit up because she knew her Daddy never broke his promise. I lub you Daddy. She laid her head on his chest encircling her arms around his neck n Maan rubbed her back kissing her head. I love you too.

A love so pure n unconditional was something that was very rarely found and as Geet looked at the two people before her, she knew, that only they could share love of such kind.

Mommy come come' Jia said raising her head when she saw Geet standing at the door.

Geet, startled, gave an apologetic look. I was just going. She was about to turn when Maan called her name sternly. She entered the room nervously.

Mommy, show Daddy what I made. Jia, still in Maan's arms, said not ready to leave him for a second. Geet picked up Jia's coloring book n passed it to Maan. He instead of taking the book slipped his hand over Geet's n held it. She felt the tingles racing up her arm n her heart beat increased. On her hand his grip only tightened. Making a pleading face she tried to snatch her hand back. Confused Jia stared at the book n then at her mommy face. Mommy book chodo na.

Haan Geet chodo na' Maan voice was so hoarse that heat settled into the pit of her stomach. She got really scared for no reason just because someone else was watching made her really uncomfortable it didn't matter that the third person was just a small child, little things made her conscious n it was out of her control. In rush to free her hand, she dig her nail into his palm. He winced n took his hand back. Her eyes got big with realization of what she did. I am sorry.

Maan didn't saw her inching back, the sheer remorse in her eyes. First hurt n then say sorry. He regretted the words as soon as they escaped his mouth looking at her face, there was so much of naked pain that he felt like shielding his eyes. The pain was of her though, he couldn't have imaged that she could someday be a house of so much of agony n he wanted to know the reason, take it from her. Before he could even say something else she fled from there.

He was right, she always hurt him. No apology from her could change her doings. After washing her tearful face, she went into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Maan hadn't meant it that way; it just came out of his mouth because he had been so worried after listening to her cry on the phone. But with Geet one had to chose their words very carefully, sometimes she wouldn't even hear what was going around her n sometimes even unintentionally something would pierce right through her n she would mull over it for days, punishing herself while the other person wouldn't even know the grave effect of their random words.

Although Maan was tired, rest didn't come his way. Jia was too excited to let him sit at a place for more than 15 minutes. She pulled him everywhere, told everything that she did when he wasn't there including the repetition of their conversation on phone as if Maan wasn't the one whom she had spoken to. Maan heard it all patiently, by now he had become used-to to his daughter's blabber in ulte-pulte words. It was weird he knew but her constant need for him was what had kept him sane n going all this time. Most of his daughter's talks were meaningless except for one where she said that she missed him and Geet too. Maan tried to dig more out but Jia was Jia she would never say what she should.

At dinner time they all ate together. Maan had tried to talk to Geet but like before she just ran from one place to another before he would know and needless to say it took just a running-hiding Geet to piss him off. Whole time she didn't look up from her plate. It wasn't like she was highly interested in the food in fact was eating only because she didn't want to angry him anymore while her stomach was in repulsion mode. It was a hard task to push food into it.

Still her eyes were fixed downwards like being glued. She thought Maan was angry, that he would shout if she went in front of him, on top of that every word n sentence from the letter was rewinding n repeating in her brain. She could hear Shreya's voice; her painful cries n feel Maan's pain'. The source of which was she herself. Her head had started to throb, dull ache forming n there were tears in her eyes. She so much wanted him to take her in his arms, to hear his warm voice assure her but now when he was there she understood the fact that it was too much to ask for, she had no right. She had lost all rights the day she let her belief on his love shake, the day she left him alone instead of standing beside him. She was meant to be his power not his weakness. How proudly she could say today'. he did a mistake by loving her, she wasn't worthy of it, not at all.

One morsel more n she would puke, so standing up with her head lowered so that no one would see into her wet eyes. She walked away to keep her plate in the kitchen.

No matter how much he thanked god it wouldn't be enough because Jia slept off. She must be exhausted or whatever but she slept off, tonight he needed time. There was something that was bothering Geet, maybe because he shouted-not exactly shouted-had snapped at her. A series of curse escaped his mouth as he thought about his idiotic behavior. What was he thinking? Already she had cried on the phone for god knows why'. Perhaps it was the girl's PMS thingy but how was he supposed to know. He promised to buy a book on that subject.

However, for now the first thing he did was to march in her room to bring her inside his room. She was obviously startled but didn't protest just shivered n flinched. He didn't let her silent repulsion effect him n locked the French-glass door so there was no chance of her going back into her room. He couldn't lock the main door of his room though; it was always open for Jia if she needed him in middle of the night. So he warned her instead' Don't go anywhere until I am back. She didn't look at him but nodded nonetheless.

Maan went into the bathroom n came back in record time in his vest n trousers. As he walked closer to the bed to sit beside her she stiffened. The palms resting in her lap fisted n her pulse quickened.

He noticed everything n it pained him to see her scared of him so much. He had thought they had come beyond that stage of her fearing him like he was some kind of monster.

Collecting himself back he took in a breath n holding her shoulder turned her to look him in the eye. There were tears coating her hazels in a dazzling sheath of misery. Maine bekar me tumpe gussa kia. I am sorry Geet. I shouldn't have'. He was surprised when she kept her hand on his mouth shaking her head. Aapko maafi maangne ki koi zaroorat nai hai. Aap kabhi kuch galat kar hi nai sakte.

Phir tum mujhse bhaag kyu rai thi'? That question made her go stiff again n her head lowered on its own accord. Kisine tumhe kuch kaha aur subah wo call? He tucked a finger under her chin to raise her head. Are you not fine? Sir me dard hai?

Tear chose that moment to set free. How much he cared for her? Did he think she had a headache n came back for that? Nai' I was scared. I was scared that'. I will'. That I will hurt you again. She had said it for all the time he had to spend in throes of pain because of her but Maan thought that she was talking about what happened earlier that day.

So it was that nail scratch thing. God! His Geet wasn't like this. She cared for people before too but at the end of the day she did what she wanted. And now she had this silly impulse to please everyone n not make even the smallest of mistake. It was almost like she thought they would punish her if caught doing something wrong. You know Geet what hurts me the most? Your running away. When I want you near n you are not close, in front of me. It feels I have nothing. He had no idea if she understood or not, but it was his truth. Even after years he couldn't get over her but just his heart craved more n more for its toy girl. He couldn't fight anymore, he didn't want to. Yes he was scared too that she would again consider his words as mere lies but that couldn't stop him from admitting that he needed her. What hurts me even more is to see you cry. He wiped her tears n she stared right into his eyes.

I' I was' missing you? She asked rather than stated unsure how would he react. His lips twitched upwards to her relief n face lit up, those words meant so much to him. Wow, she was missing him to an extent that she called that oath to mean something. Why 'I am sorry' then? His smile turned into a frown.

Because I thought you wouldn't like me calling' and because of whatever I did to you. She added silently. No, he spoke instantly with slight blush on his cheeks. I liked when you called. He was putting it soberly, what he felt was faaar-more than just 'like'. You did? Yes.

Silence fell over them. Maan looked up to see a stray lock from her open hairs dance on her cheek. His hand rose up instinctively to tuck the strand behind her ear; his fingers brushed her cheek gliding down over her neck.

In a second the atmosphere was charged with the same heat that both didn't know was inside them or in the surrounding. He blinked lazily shifting near and placed a tentative kiss below her jaw then leaned back to see her. She had closed her eyes, face titled upward. Her chest rose n fell rapidly. Maan was pleased to see his effect on her and with quickened pulse of his own accepted the open invitation. Wrapping his arm around her he pulled her to his craving lips.

She trembled felling him kissing her neck, so sensuously, repeatedly the same spot. She brought her hand up to lace into his hairs; he trailed his mouth lower sucking at the base of her neck while his hand squeezed her thigh pulling one leg over his lap for more convenience. Convenience for him, not her, he had full access but she didn't. With a rough bite that made her hiss he dragged his mouth down to her cleavage. She wriggled in his tight hold n Maan loosened his grip.

Geet moved ahead slipping her hands around his neck n coming to sit over him astride. Then she held the back of his head pushing his face down, back to her cleavage at the same arching her back so that he would have no difficulty in savoring her. Maan was floored by Geet's manner of offering herself to him so openly. It was something that his toy girl would have done. He pushed the sleeves of her kurti down n licked the valley between her breasts, when she moaned he knew he was doing it right. With everything that was in him he decided to love her today though that didn't happen because next the door opened and a sleepy Jia entered the room calling for him.

Hurriedly they both parted straightening themselves. Jia dragged her stuffed fuffy inside n Maan picked her up into his arms. What happened princess?

Daddy Jia had a bad cream. Can I sleep with you? Maan made a face ready to bang his head on the wall while Geet, though still buzzing with desire, couldn't help but giggle at Jia's cream.

Maan laid Jia on his bed. Geet thinking that there was no need of her there anymore started to leave but he held her hand. There is enough space on the bed for three people. Four daddy. You forgot fuffy kya? Jia asked cradling fuffy on her stomach and sucking her upper lip. Maan rolled his eyes then smiled. Yes enough space for FOUR people. Geet felt something warm n fuzzy bubble inside her. She went to other side of the bed n Maan laid on other side keeping Jia in between. Hum pehli baar together so rahe hai. Jia pointed out merrily then started to narrate her horrible dream.

Sometime during the story Geet fell asleep n woke up only when a hand dropped over her waist, she felt him behind her. He leaned closer burying his face into her hair n whispered huskily. Thank goodness you woke up' I couldn't let one more night go in vain.