Shackles of Love#33#MG Pt 78/Pg 61 24/3/14 - Page 24

CHAPTER 77:

Dusht! Danav!! Geet complained to her Babaji for the hundredth time since returning back to the party. He was driving her plain crazy. His eyes followed her everywhere, lingering on her lips and then catching her eye, sending a thousand sensations spiraling down her body. If those all-speaking-eyes weren't enough, his hands added to her torture! They were everywhere; innocent touches as he guided her around the room, led her for dinner or just casually wrapped around her waist; plastering her against his side while he talked shop.

Thankfully the party ended without any further incidents' and after ensuring that Adi could manage the rest, Maan and Geet left. Had anyone asked Geet what was spoken or what she had eaten, they would have received blank looks as she was too lost in the hazy world of love which he had induced to notice anything around her.

Today was a day of surprises, thought Geet, as Maan took her hand as they walked towards the car. He had taken her side, announced her to the world, and then...she blushed as the intimacy of the evening came to mind.

She smiled her thanks when he opened the passenger side door for her and ensured that she was seated properly. His hand tightened over hers for a moment, before he left it and came round to start the car.

Geet's heartbeat increased in anticipation, her pulse racing as he smiled at her. Geet wanted to clear the air and apologize for her behavior; for not trusting him. Not knowing from where to start, she started off with pleasantries. However, Maan responded in monosyllables, discouraging further conversation. Finally giving up, she turned away annoyed to glare at the darkness outside.

Maan was too lost in his thoughts as he had reached a decision.

There would be no more procrastination.

He would tell Geet everything, about his mother, about the Khuranas, about Sameera, about the will, everything. She deserved to know everything about the man who she would be bound to for the rest of her life. Knowing Geet, he knew she would accept him with all his faults, but he needed to do this. His past had shaped him to be the man he was. It could never atone for all his misdemeanors with her in the past, but she would at least understand the demons which drove him to act like a monster.

Yes, before he took his relationship with Geet further, he needed to clear his past with her. During the evening, his eyes had followed her like a magnet, noting her each movement when she had been away from him. He had looked across the room, seeing her giggling with some girl he remembered as being the receptionist at KC. Her laughter was infectious, and his lips had curved into a smile.

He found himself praying to Geet's Babaji to always keep her smiling.

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Geet looked around, glancing at the silent man beside her. He was concentrating totally on the road ahead, not even sparing her a glance. She twisted her mouth in annoyance, muttering to her Babaji about khadoos DDs loud enough for him to hear before lapsing into sullen silence.

Her silence finally got Maan's attention and he glanced at the woman sitting beside him. She was looking outside, and he realized that she was angry from the high colour on her cheeks. He had been so lost in his thoughts that he didn't realize that he had snubbed her in his absentmindedness.

"Geet..." he called out softly to which she just turned away, ignoring him. When he tried again, she took her phone and started fiddling with it.

"Uss phone me aisa kya hai jo mujhse bhi zyada interesting hai Geet?" Maan complained petulantly.

"Aap? Aur interesting?" She burst into a high pitched giggle deigned to irritate her husband and seeing his face it seemed to work. But to her surprise, he managed to swallow his irritation and tried talking to her again. However, the look on his face did not bode well for her future, she decided as a delicious shiver went down her spine. She tried to act unaffected and just glared back at him in response and turned her attention back to the phone. "Geet...tum mujhse kuch keh rahi thi na..."Maan tried again, "Bolo na..."

"Kyu? Mujhe apne aapse baat karne ka shauk nahi hai!" Geet replied making Maan snort involuntarily before he could hold it back. Geet turned a killing look at him, which managed to shut him up immediately with great difficulty.

"Dusht! Danav!!"

Maan tried to gain her attention, but she refused to respond, giving him back a taste of his own medicine. Finally, not seeing any other way out, Maan snatched the phone from her hands making her squeal.

"Maan! Mera phone wapas dijiye!" She yelped but he just smirked annoyingly holding the phone out of her reach. Getting annoyed at his behavior, Geet jumped on him, trying to snatch her phone back, making the car swerve dangerously.

"Geeet..." Maan shouted, as he brought the car under control and parked it to one side. In no mood to be pacified, she tried once again to grab her phone back seeing that the car was safe. However, Maan held it high above his head, laughing at her puny attempts to snatch it.

He caught her hands with one arm, twisting them behind her back and pulled her to him, making her fall against his chest. His eyes went soft and molten as he looked at her, causing a meltdown to start deep within her stomach.

"Geet..." He whispered huskily, when she kept looking at his shoulder and refused to meet his eye, not wanting to fall under his spell. Maan shook her and whispered her name again, his voice roughening with desire as their proximity hit his senses. Her aroma surrounded him, clouding him in a hazy slumberous aura laden with unspoken desire against which even Geet was helpless. She looked up at him finally, their eyes meeting as her heart raced at the speed of light. She wondered if she was still alive and her heart hadn't exploded with all these sensations racing through it. Her ear was against his chest and she could hear his racing just as speedily.

"Kya humare beech lafz sach me zaroori hai, Geet?" He questioned, his warm breath tickling her ear, sending jitters down her spine. She blushed shyly, her eyes falling away as she was unable to meet the heated stare boring into her soul.

Maan fiddled with her phone unknown to her and finally finding what he was searching for, he hit the play button when he suddenly heard Geet yelp in pain. He looked down to see that Geet's earring had become enmeshed with his jacket and she was trying to free herself which was causing her pain.

Chup Tum Raho Chup Ham Rahen

Khamoshi Ko Khamoshi Se Zindagi Ko Zindagi Se Baat Karne Do

Chup Tum Raho ...

As the music drifted to her ears, Geet stopped struggling, looking up into his eyes in surprise. He motioned her to stop struggling and loosened the earring from her ear, freeing her. Geet reluctantly went back to her seat, her eyes never leaving his as he then proceeded to free it from his jacket. She moved forward to take it but he held it up in his hand, his eyes speaking his intentions loud and clear. Her eyes closed anticipating his touch, her breathing deepened till she felt her heart would jump right out of her mouth.

Aankhon Mein Kho Jaaye Aankhen Bole Haathon Se Haath

Baahon Mein Chupkar Saanson Se Jaise Dole Raat

Ungaliyo Ko Ungaliyo Se Mausamon Ko Shokhiyon Se Baat Karne Do

His hands slowly made it to her face, pushing back the tendrils which had come over her face, his fingers trailing along her ear lobe. He skimmed his fingers along its shell, sending sweet chills up her spine. She opened her eyes and saw him gazing back at her. She sat there with her head turned offering him a delectable view of her neck and throat.

He placed the earring in her ear lobe and her eyes closed once again as he kissed the tender underside of her neck, suckling the tender skin. Her pulse quickened as he proceeded to run the tip of his tongue along the shell of her ear. Geet moaned his name out loud, "Maaan...," her response fired the raging need inside him. He looked at her from under thick, dark eyelashes and saw her tremulous mouth. He could feel the skittering of her nerves and knew that she was feeling just as he was. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken words. Very slowly he reached out to close the gap between their lips.

Their lips had barely touched and savored each other when the sound of a loud horn brought both of them back to reality and they moved away from each other in a flash.

Chup Tum Raho Chup Ham Rahen

Khamoshi Ko Khamoshi Se Zindagi Ko Zindagi Se Baat Karne Do

Chup Tum Raho ...

He looked at the woman sitting beside him in the car, trying to hide her red face and shivering hands from him. He took a turn and if she was surprised at the road he had taken, she didn't question him about it. Her smile implied implicit trust in him, warming his heart.

Finally they reached his intended destination. A lake stood out before them. The peaceful serenity of the night cloaked it in its magical aura. Moonlight danced on the water and the stars glittered there, their reflection lighting up the place with an enchanting glow.

He drove to the side of the lake, and stopped.

He had once tried to break off their relation at one such place and she had been the one to hold on tight.

She had bound him with so many Shackles of her Love that he could never escape had he even wanted to.

That day now seemed like it had happened to someone else; so much had happened since then. And today he had brought her here once again to open his heart to her.

Geet looked at him questioningly when he alighted and went around to open her door. He held out his hand to her, his eyes looking at her as if she was the most precious thing in the world.

Geet gasped as she saw the astounding panorama laid out for her eyes to feast on. She felt like she had stepped into a fairytale, the magical allure of the lake in the night beckoned her to its depths. Slipping out of her heels, she ran to the bank and dipped her legs into the water, squealing as the chilled water numbed her feet. After a while however, her feet got accustomed to the water temperature and she enjoyed herself letting the water dance over her feet.

Honthon Par Honthon Se Likhe Bin Shabdon Ke Geet

Dharati Se Ambar Tak Guunje Jismon Kaa Sangeet

Bekhudi Ko Bekhudi Se Aashiqui Ko Aashiqui Se Baat Karne Do

Chup Tum Raho ...

Turning back, she saw that Maan had removed a blanket from the car and was lounging on the bank with his back resting against a tree trunk, staring at her without blinking. He held out his hand to her beckoning her and she slowly came over, each step heavy with anticipation.

Pulling her down, he made her sit beside him, snuggling her against his side. Geet burrowed closer as the cold wind hit her and his hands wrapped tighter around her while her head came to lie against his chest. Their hands found each other entangling and holding on, cherishing the language of silence between them. They stayed like that, embracing the thought of the start of a new journey.

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"For someone who doesn't like songs, your knowledge about my playlist is mighty impressive Mr. Khurrana." Geet murmured after a while, still cuddling closer to him on the blanket. The air was crisp and cold this time of the night and she could feel the chill on her bare skin.

Maan looked at her and pulled her closer, enveloping her in his embrace. His warm hands splayed along the bare skin of her waist making her shiver. She freed herself from his embrace and once again went to stand by the edge of the water. Maan followed her and tugged her back into his arms. Hugging her from behind he rubbed her bare arms to bring some warmth to her.

Nuzzling his face into her neck, he replied, "Abhi jiski biwi itne ghussewali ho, usko thoda informed to rehne padhta hai na! Pata nahi kab biwi rooth jaye aur bande ko manane ke liye kya kaam aa jaye?"

"Hawww!" She turned around to glare at him, "Mai ghussewali hu?" She whacked his hands which were holding her to free herself and turned around to poke his chest, "Mai??? To aap kya ho?"

"Ouch! Are Geet abhi aaj party me jo tumne Sameera ke saath kiya, uske baad to mai sach much darr gaya hu! Abhi se ye haal hai to aage jake pata nahi tum kya karogi mere saath..."

Geet immediately tried to reassure him that it wasn't him she was angry at but that witch, but the twinkle in his eye gave away the fact that he was making fun of her.

"Aap naa...!" she thought wildly, wanting to retaliate and again without thinking pushed him into the lake.

Maan spluttered as the cold water hit him, shock quickly turning to anger as he growled, "Geeettt! Ab to tum gayee..." Geet turned to look at his bedraggled state and stood there laughing at him.

"Mujhpe hass rahi hai! Maan Singh Khurrana pe! Abhi batata hu!" Maan muttered to himself and held out his hand to ask her to help him up. However Geet was smarter than that and showing him her tongue and a thenga she ran away to escape from him before he could get up.

Maan got out immediately and chased after her. Their laughter echoed in the eerie silence of the night andn he bumped into her as she stopped suddenly. He caught her and pulled her snugly against him.

holding her tightly in his arms, intending to never let go, he bit her neck and muttered huskily, "Abhi tumhe kaun bachayega Geet...??"

Author's Note :

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