Shackles of Love#32#MG Chapter 73-75 - Page 65

CHAPTER 74:

CHAPTER 74:

They say that a new dawn brings with it a new beginning, a fresh start.

When Maan opened his eyes, he saw the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Geet was sound asleep cuddled up in his arms. Her smooth rounded face had an angelic glow which transformed her beauty to a higher peak. Those pink cheeks, the pert upturned nose, her petal soft lips, the lock of hair falling across her forehead, all called out to him to touch them and Maan was only but human. She was smiling in her sleep which added to the allure of her charms

His hand moved to her face and he gently pushed the errant strand behind her ear so that he could stare at his innocent magnificence without any distraction. His hand lingered, brushing softly on her cheeks causing her to turn into his palm and cuddle up. A shy smile lit up her face, making his morning all the more appealing.

Seeing that she was awakening, he closed his eyes, pretending to sleep, still annoyed at her antics of the day before. He had spent hours finding the perfect words and songs, his wounded heart whined. He wasnt going to give in so easily, he decided. He had been running behind her for days, let her do some running for a change, he determined.

He was lost in contemplation of all her tortuous antics and ways to avenge them as he waited for her to get up and leave, but was surprised as he felt her weight on his chest as she came to lie down on him. From her stance and the soft sigh escaping her lips, Maan deduced that she was having similar thoughts as he had a moment ago, taking the edge out of his irritation and melting him. But he was Maan Singh Khurrana, and wasnt going to let go of his anger, correction, FAKE anger so easily, he decided.

She had her arms folded and was lying on his chest supporting her chin on her joined hands waiting for him to wake up.

He opened his eyes to stare glare into the beautiful pair of hazel eyes which were trained on him. She gave him a brilliantly shy smile when she saw him opening his eyes, which trailed away at his frown.

Geet pouted as Maan dumped her on the bed beside him and giving her another angry glare started moving towards the washroom.

Maaan She called out pouting, as she stood on her knees to stop him, her hand entreatingly captured his and tugged it to stop him.

He turned to glare at her, but the sight of her pleading slumberous eyes and pouting lips made him loose track.

Good morning. She whispered brightly, trying to bring him out of his foul mood and correct her folly of the night.

Morning bolne se good nahi hoti he stated and pulled her upright, entwining his hand in her hair and proceeding to kiss her senseless, leaving her out of breath, totally mussed up, looking like a cute adorable siren.

Usse good bannana padhta hai

Geet blushed at the heated look in his eyes and pleaded with him to let her go, which he ignored.

Abhi tumhari bari he looked at her seductively, pulling her body closer to his. His roving hands were hijacking her senses and she was unable to concentrate on anything. Finally accepting defeat, she leaned forward and pecked him on his cheek lightly, blushing all over. A surprised Maan let go and she hurriedly dived back into the covers and pulled them over her head, hiding herself from his heated eyes.

Geet he yelped, Thats not fair

She just burrowed deeper and mumbled something inaudible.

Theek hai! Tumhare mann me jo aye tum karo! Maan gave up and left, banging the door on his way out.

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Geet peeped out of the duvet as she heard the door bang shut. Her lips curved into a shy smile as she reminisced over all that had occurred between them. She was so happy; she felt that she could touch the sky. She felt like dancing and shouting out her happiness to the world. She hugged his pillow tightly, inhaling the distinct musky aroma that was so Maan and hid her face in its depths, silently thanking her Babaji for everything.

Then remembering his angry face of moments ago, she landed back on earth with a thump! Pleading with her Babaji to help her out, she sat there contemplating the best way to bring her husband out of his angry mood and mollify him.

She touched her lips which were still tingling from his touch, shying at her thoughts. Her glance fell on the wardrobe and she ambled over to it, deciding to choose something for him today.

For a moment, his reaction on the second day of her marriage made her hesitate; fearing his rejection, but then her heart scolded her to be having such negative thoughts.

They had moved way beyond that day hadnt they? Living in the past would achieve nothing, but pain and setbacks. Pushing all those bad memories away, Geet took out a baby blue shirt (yes the blue was back) along with black vest and trousers.

When Maan emerged from the bath and found his clothes laid out neatly on the bed, he too went into flashback mode, his actions in the past making him guilty. He picked up the clothes his wife had so lovingly chosen for him. The blue was back, he smirked. However he was not going to give in to her, she would have to try harder to pacify him after last night, he decided. He chose something randomly from the wardrobe and got dressed before ambling into the kitchen.

He could hear her singing cheerfully, if a little off tune, but the happiness reflected in her voice made him feel warm inside. He sat down at the table, browsing through the morning paper while Geet got their breakfast. She faltered in her step, paling visibly when she saw his attire, her hurt visible in her eyes and trembling lips.

The cracks in their relationship were so deep that it would take time to heal and move beyond them, Maan realized, but he would do so. He had no other choice, because life without her had no meaning.

Trying to act oblivious to her sudden changed demeanor, Maan ignored her obvious dejection and smirked, Kya hua Geet? Ye pink shirt acchi hai na? Mujhe Annie ne di hai, aur mujhe bhi Anniewali shirt zyada pasand hai!

His words came to her in a daze and it took some time for her to realize that he wasnt rejecting her once again. His earnest eyes and the concern reflecting in them wouldnt be hidden in spite of the smirk lacing his lips.

He was just taking revenge for last night.

It was as simple as that. Her heart swelled with love as she looked at him.

Abhi aise kya dekh rahi ho Geet? He added, glad to see the colour back in her face, Learn to accept criticism gracefully Geet. It will help you improve in future. He threw her words back at her and was rewarded with her turning totally red in anger.

She twisted her lips and banged the tray on the table, muttering, To jaayiye na breakfast bhi Annie ke saath kariye, yaha kyu baithe ho?

Maan just ignored her babbling and started serving himself, not even looking at her.

Geet waited for him to say something nice, after all she had made his favorite, but he royally ignored her, hiding behind the newspaper in his hand.

Inka na kuch nahi ho sakta Babaji! Choti choti baaton pe ghussa ho jate hai! She complained, Dusht Danav kahi ke!

She looked at him from the corner of her eye to gauge his reaction, but he wasnt even looking at her, she cribbed. Ek to inko mujhe manana chahiye, lekin nahi, he conveniently turned the tables on me aur abh mujhe sata rahe hai! She made a cute moue Kuch kariye na Babaji?

Geet tumhare Babaji ke paas aur bahoot cheeze hai karne ke liye, ek kaam to tum khud karo! Maan taunted from behind his paper before returning to his ignoring stance.

Geet sat beside him, staring at him balefully while he continued eating nonchalantly. She tried to make conversation but he replied with hmmms and haans only. Getting annoyed, she started playing with the phone which was in her hand while trying to think of something to pacify him.

She had just about given up when a brilliant idea stuck her and she jumped up in delight making Maan give her weird looks wondering what was cooking in her innocent brain, but he refrained himself from asking with great difficulty. He didnt want to give in so easily.

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Snatching the offending paper out of his hands, she put on the music and stood in front of him, holding her ears and lip synching along the words.

Woh Hai Zara Khafa Khafa To Nain Yun Churaye Hai

Ki Ho Ho Hohoho Hohhooo

Na Bol Dun To Kya Karu Woh Has Ke Yu Bulaye Hai

Ki Ho Hoo Hoo Hooo Hooo

She looked absolutely adorable with that pleading pout on her face, and Maan had a hard time resisting the lure of his innocent seductress, so lost was he in her antics.

However, he managed to control his melting heart and grabbed his paper back, glaring at her in warning when she was about to snatch it again.

Has Rahi Chandni Machal Ke Ron Na Dun Kahin

Eshe Koi Rooth Ta Nahi

Yeh Tera Khyal Hai Kareeb Aa Mere Haseen

Musjhe Tujse Kuch Gila Nahi

Baate Yun Banaye Ho Ki Hooo Hooo Hooo

Woh Hai Zara Khafa Khafa To Nain Yun Churaye Hai

Ki Ho Ho Hohoho Hohhooo

But Geet was Geet, having decided she wasnt about to give in so easily. They had a small tussle with both trying to grab the paper, and it resulted into Geet spilling his coffee all over him by mistake. His face was almost comical to watch, had Geet not been dreading his reaction.

She started her litany of sorrys, while hurriedly trying to sop up the mess with her dupatta, but the liquid had seeped through his shirt and it was unsalvageable. Catching her hands in both of his, he glared at her with a you-will-pay-for-this-later look as he got up to change, trying to pull off his sticky shirt.

Aaise mat sataiye Zara taras to khaaiye

Dil ki dhadkan mat jagaiye

Kuch nahin kahunga main Na ankhdiyan jhukaiye

Sar ko kandhe se uthaiye

Aise neend aaye hai ki hmm, ho

Maan went straight into the bathroom and was washing off the mess when he heard Geet knock on the door and then barge in without waiting for his reply.

She was about to say something, however the sight of his bare chest made her freeze. Her eyes took in the perfect shape of his abs, the gleaming skin shining with water, stretched tautly over finely honed muscles. Gulping hard, she tried reigning in her wayward imagination and handed him a fresh vest and a shirt and hurriedly left before he could catch her ogling him.

However she couldnt refrain from gloating, when she had a safe distance between them, Annie ki shirt acchi thi, but Babaji bhi chahte hai ke aap meri wali shirt pehne. and happily traipsed back to the kitchen.

Maan looked at the shirt in his hand, smiling at her persistence. Not having the heart to tease her further, he quickly donned the shirt and hurried out as he was getting late for a meeting.

Woh hain zara khafa khafa

To nain yun churaye hain ke ho, ho, ho, ho

Woh hain zara khafa khafa

To nain yun churaye hain ke ho, ho, go

But he had forgotten that his wife was on a mission and found Geet running to him with a fresh cup of coffee, catching him before he could leave. He turned away, refusing the drink, but she grabbed him and thrust it near his mouth, making it impossible for him to do anything but take a sip.

She made him drink the entire thing, and he made a face while complying with her demand. Frowning at his weird faces, and asking what with her expressions, she wiped off the little spot on the corner of his lips, and tasted the coffee her action incredibly erotic.

She turned back to him with a mock sorry face, Oops! Sorry! Mai to bhool gayee thi! Her eyes gleamed with mischievousness as she whispered, Aapne to kadwi coffee chod di hai na.. and before Maan could realize what hit him, she leaned forward, placing a soft peck on his lips and ran away to the kitchen.

A man could surely get used to such a sweet start to his mornings!

Precap:

Geet's boss😡😉😆

Author's Note :