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Hey Peeps😊 A belated Happy Independence Day to every Indian here. So, here I am with the most awaited part till now in my FF. I am issuing a MATURE content warning beforehand. So reader's discretion advised. If anyone has any issue with the content, I assure it was important to develop the story. If you still have a problem, PM me elaborating instead of reporting in a blink. I would sure be willing to address. While writing this one, I felt glad that I am Anonymous😆
So thats enough bak bak, Chapter 5 coming up now. Its a long part and yes I have to defer from the main plot a bit..as there are certain differences here. Italics represent the self talks😊
Chapter 5
momma momma meri pyaari momma...
thanda ac ka room ho jaisa momma..
dhoop me ped ki chaav hai meri momma..
i luv u momma..i luv u momma..
Momma ne maangi mujhse tea...
Maine bola momma, count till 3...
Mai laaya tea in a glass...
Momma ne bola glass is just so middle class...
Wupeee!
Jab meri hogi long awaited shaadi...
Aayenge ladki ke dada aur dadi...
Saj dhaj ke me baithoonga ghodi pe...
Sahil bhai poochenge...
Ki tenu ghodi kinne chadaya bhootni ke...!!
Wupeee!.!
You were!!! He stressed. Suddenly he realized, there was something very different with the way she looked now..
What have you done with your face!! he exclaimed, settling himself on an adjacent sofa.
What? Is something wrong? Dont tell me I still have a running mascara down one eye making me look like a raccoon. She touched her face consciously.
No! You look..umm..pinker. I mean you had that pale skin tone. It seems to now have a color, a bit exotic. Judging by her alarmed expression, Maan quickly added, You look way more beautiful now. When Maan saw her for the first time at the street, it was only her eyes that moved something in him. Rest..her attire, she from top to bottom, he never cared a damn to notice her. But right, now he could spend his entire night, drinking her ethereal face with his eyes.
Oh that. Umm...I just washed of my face. The makeup, pancake, girl stuff. You know.
No, I dont. He raised one brow, clearly not understanding her.
Look, I do not belong to America. So, yeah, I put on make up and this wig. She spoke while removing it. So as to look like one of them. Her long curled tresses opened up with her careless tug at the blonde wig and cascaded down to her back to its full length. Maan's palm itched with a sudden urge to touch them and know how it felt.
But aren't exotic women more in demand, he asked in squeezing his palms to sway away that thought..
Yeah, they are...but only with proper legal documents. She winked. Wait a minute you aren't a cop or immigration official by any chance. Her eyes laced with genuine fear.
No, I am not. He replied quickly with a reassuring smile.
So you are from? He tried to dig more from her.
India. She smiled lighting up the whole room.
I should have guessed that earlier with your name and obviously your love for Sarabhai's. He winked.
But I guessed you are from India.She spoke raising her imaginary collar.
Well Miss Geet, I dont put make up and blonde wigs...so no points for you guessing it. He spoke in an amused voice gazing intently at her.
Feeling conscious under his gaze, in an effort to divert his attention, she broke the silence..You wanna watch? I am watching this particular episode for the very first time and Roshesh..he is so damn funny. Every time he comes on screen, I feel like cuddling and kissing him. She diverted herself to the television.
Strip! Maan commanded.
Umm.. Maan managed to utter lost in her.
What do you want me to do? Trying to cling to the last bit of sanity left in her, she spoke with a hell lot of effort.
What can you do? He murmured gruffly due to his aroused state while sniffing her hair.
Everything but... She hissed as Maan gently touched the sides of her earlobe with his tongue..
I don't kiss on the mouth. She said averting his eyes for the first time in night.
Enormous? Monstrous??..Maan whispered in her ear and bit it harshly. She moaned and laid over him giving him butterfly kisses along his neck, torso, licking him, following all her way down to his toes, settling a magnum fire between his legs. He jerked her up again with her hair and literally tore off her bra. Her plump breast pushed up, right on his face, as soon as they were freed. He pushed her on the couch and came over her in one lightening fast move. Her's was the best pair of mounds, he had ever laid his hands on. Perfectly round, milky white, large mountains, which he could hardly contain in his palm. Each of those twins ended into a perfect pink bud that teased him mercilessly by perking up more and more with his gaze. It seemed like they were beckoning him to put them in his mouth. He grabbed one of the mounds mercilessly and latched his mouth on to the teasing bud. Maan had always been a gentle lover but today!!! He could not understand what had got him so aroused and impatient, he wanted to thrust in her wild. It was like something that was wound up too tight in him, wanting to coil open as soon as possible. She wriggled between his weight and his assault. Her mind long lost to what was happening around, as a man touched her so intimately for the first time. The stinging pain of his bites coupled with the pleasure of his cool tongue swiping her body in places unknown, made her crave for more and more. She was panting below him, struggling to grip something to suppress her desires, before she too loses herself in the same gnawing passion. Soon he diverted his attention on the other mound. Geet wondered, Wasn't she being paid to pleasure him? Why is it vice versa? Why is he going out of his way and not directly finish what he needs? Why was he pleasuring her instead? This felt so wrong to her. Mingling feelings that are so intimate with work! The thought got pushed way back as she felt his teeth chewing her satin smooth stomach. He put in his tounge in his naval and caressed it to no extent making her writh in a delicious agony. Maan couldn't hold it any more. He needed to find his release soon. He had to be deep in her the next moment. He moved his hand lower and pulled her negligible pantie down her legs. As her smooth, sparkling pelvis became exposed to his hungry eyes, he felt his throat getting dry. She was 'beautiful'. Her naked body was a living, breathing sculpture of perfection. Like an artist has carved her every single rise and fall...every single slope. His eyes shone brightly while she turned her face trying to hide the deep red blush that had crept on her face and neck, feeling herself so exposed to his eyes in a brightly lit room. Impatient with the treasure that lied beneath him...without a warning, he thrusted two of his fingers inside her with vigourous force. What followed was something Maan had never expected in his wildest dream! Geet gave a loud scream of pain. Maan looked up and saw her face contorted in sheer pain and her eyes welled up in an instant. Down below Maan could feel her walls clenched around his finger tightly, trying to throw him out. As he probed in more, he could vaguely feel his fingers colliding with her barrier. All this confused Maan. How can that be? She was tighter than any other woman he has ever been with. The pain, her state...all indicated to only one thing. Yes, he had an idea that she was definitely new, but can it be? Was he wrong to assume she was a hooker? Why would she? Has she trapped him in believing in so? Who was she? Did she or did she not say those words? His mind boggled with a thousand questions and he wanted his answers.
Geet! He spoke gently holding her chin facing her to him. Geet opened up her eyes as pain subsided gradually. Why are you so...she was looking so innocently at him, all lost, he could not complete.
You have never been with a man. Have you? Maan hoped in his hearts desperately for her to deny. He wanted her badly and her answer could change everything. He waited anxiously for her to say something.
No!!! That can't be!!! I can't.
Maan felt so pained with her words, with her insecurities. Thank God he was her first client. Had it been someone else in his place, pata nhi is ladki ka kya hota. She is just so immature, so naive, so gullible.
'Why would you... when you wont...umm..do it'. She was so conscious.
Maan let out a deep breath. Look geet, Its not about you. Its about me. My conscience would never allow me to take away a girl's virginity. I never have been with someone pure. Reading the question in her eyes, he added, My wife was my associate's ex wife. And Sameera too belonged to the same category. What if I hurt you? I didn't pay you for this. You know Geet, he spoke with a forlorn expression after a pause, you may find it weird coming from a man's mouth, but I feel...I feel your first time should be with someone you love. It is a very special thing.
Some people are not lucky enough to make that choice Maan. The pain in her voice was way too evident this time.
But we cant to this. Atleast I wont be the one person snatching that right from you, neither would I let anyone else do it... his heart completed what his mouth could not. You will get your money, don't worry.
Gob-smacked by the feel of his organ in her palm, Geet could feel the muscles somewhere deep in her belly clutching painfully. Gulping her saliva..she gave a barely audible whisper...You changed your mind?
And I thought you could do anything. Have you heard of a thing called, a blowj*b or a handj*b, his husky baritone sending chills down her body. I dont mind those..unless you dont know how to give one. He mocked her lack of knowledge again.
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So, how was it? I hope it was worth the wait.😳
About when the next part will be up, I cant say. I haven't even started thinking about it, forget typing😆 But yeah, it would deal with the 'morning after'.
So someone here, asked my why to adapt a classic when we all know what's next. Well, then, how do you explain numerous remakes of classics like Raamayana, Mahabharata, Devdas, Jodha Akbar even by the imaamture one's like Ekta kappor. We all know what is next, but even then we follow it. So why cant I. It gives me pleasure to Maaneetify it and I would like to share that with similar minded people her. The day I dont derive any pleasure from it, I would stop writing. Secondly people wanted me to depict Geet as first timer as Geet is always expected to be innocent. Well I beg to differ, innocence is never equivalent to virginity to me. Maan has been a womanizer but soon we will see that he possesses a golden heart and so does Geet. I put this change only because It felt good to do something creatively different and this beyond any doubt suits Maaneet more. Others have right to differ from my digress. So thats it from my side. Over to you fellas.😊
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