OneShot By scorpiangel...thanks alot dear for the one shot
A Night To Remember - Suhaag Raat
It was deep into the night as the moon now shone brightly and slowly poured into the window of the room in which she sat. The moonlight along with the multiple candles adjourning the bedsides, tables and floor seemed to illuminate her surroundings.
She was sitting patiently in the middle of the bed on which were numerous red rose petals. All around the bed seemed to be garlands of flowers the reached from the ceiling to the ground. It created a cascade all around her and in it's midst, she sat.
It was a rather uncomfortable feeling, she could feel her heart beating against what felt like her ribcage and her stomach churning in fear or anticipation or both she was not sure. She was thankful for the heavy red dupatta which acted as her veil.
She had her chin resting on her knees and she was clad in a heavy red and golden wedding langha. The jewelery itself seemed to add to the weight she wore and she wasn't sure whether it was the reason she was becoming more and more agitated.
The jewelery was the same that Dadimaa had requested for her to wear before, however than she had not known its importance. Today, she was a new woman whose identity had changed so that the jewels which adorned her now belonged to her as well.
There was a familiar shifting and than click of the door to the bedroom.
Geet inhaled sharply and looked up through her veil to see if she could see anything, or more like see someone. Obviously she couldn't and she realized this, the fabric was far too thick. So she had to listen in order to calm her heart which had begun to race even more if possible.
Maan slowly stepped inside his bedroom and paused, surprised at the decor. He slowly let it all sink in and the depth of his actions hit him. As he eyed his bedroom decorated with flowers and candles, his eyes soon found what they had been searching for so helplessly.
It knocked the breath out of him, and he was left staring at the young woman who sat in the middle of the shelter of flowers which seemed to fall all around her. Her face was veiled with the dark red dupatta and she sat with her hands around her knees.
He could see her golden and red bangled wrists and arms hugging her legs, while her hands with the dark colour of mehndi clutched at the fabric of her langha. He soaked in the site of her that was so alluring and seducing that it was pulling him towards her very slowly.
Geet could hear his footsteps as he was slowly making his way towards her. As he grew closer her heart was beating like a drum and she feared that he would be able to soon hear it. She was thankful that her face was hidden for she knew she was probably flushed.
As he drew closer he pulled the flowing curtain of flowers away and ever so slowly and lightly sat at the side of the bed. A few moments of silence passed between them as he observed his bride and she was rocked by nervous curiosity as to what he was doing.
Geet could hear her heart pounding in her head as she finally saw a small movement from the corner of her eye as she looked down through her veil. Maan was ever so slowly moving his hand on the bed towards her.
She gulped as she didn't want to shrink back but didn't know how to react. So when his hand made its way to the border of her dupatta she was paralyzed. She didn't think she could look him in the eye so she kept her gaze planted on her bangles.
Maan had slowly reached towards her dupatta and holding his breath carefully lifted it. He felt his heart thrash in his chest as he slowly uncovered her slightly parted lips and than her lowered eyes. Resting the dupatta atop her head, he let this image sink into his memory.
Geet itched to look at him, but she was terrified out of her mind at what she would find within his eyes. Anger or love.
She therefore continued to look at her wrists but was shocked when his fingers slowly made their way under her chin. Obeying their command she allowed his fingers to slowly turn her towards him and raise her face so that her eyes met his.
It took every ounce of his self control to let this moment play out slowly. He wanted each and every memory to be sealed within his mind and heart forever. So when her hazel eyes looked into his own he found himself unable to keep his hands off of her.
It began with his fingers traveling from her chin to cheeks and slowly caressing them as she closed her eyes and turned her head away. He didn't stop and trailed his fingers done her jaw and than neck.
She again averted her gaze from him as his fingers made their way around her neck and both his arms met at the nape of her neck to unfasten the necklace. His head dipped towards her and she felt his breath on her ear as she allowed him to unclasp the hook and than gently pull the necklace off of her.
He didn't move as he enjoyed the proximity of being so close to her and inhaling her scent. He lowered his head closer to her jaw and ran his nose along her jaw line.
Geet was petrified and her hands which were clutching her knees abruptly stopped him from grazing her face with his own. She placed them slowly on his chest to try and create a sense of a barrier between his body and her own.
She didn't know why but she needed it. She slowly whispered, "I'll do it." She was referring to taking off her jewelery and went ahead and demonstrate this as she made her way to her earring.
However to her dismay Maan did not move away but clasped her wrist firmly. Her lowered gaze rose to meet his eyes, questioning his action. But he had not moved no matter that her hand remained over his heart trying to stop him. On the contrary it only aggravated him further.
His eyes peered into hers and though hers questioned him, his firm jaw indicated that he wasn't about to let her stop him. One hand still gripping her wrist he used his free hand to pry off her earrings. His touch lingered on her ear and than his fingers yet again made their way down her neck.
She was getting restless under the gaze which he continued to hold and gasped as he bit her ear and with his teeth pried off her other earring. She now struggled under the grip he had on her wrist and was yanked forcefully forwards so that her face was mere inches away from his own. Their noses touched and she gulped as she tried to pull back.
He didn't let her and draped a hand around her waist to let their rising chests collide. She flushed and turned red as she tore her gaze away from him.
Her gesture and their bodies proximity was making it very, very hard for him to continue this slow, treacherous game.
"What are you doing." She said her voice strained and a bare audible whisper in his ear. Her breath electrified him to the core.
He answered in the same tone in her ear, as he let a hand slide and take off her tika. "Helping you."
She gasped at his audacity and boldness to compel her in such a situation and she said, "Stop it."
Instantly he released her grip on her wrist and her waist. She fell slightly back as he bore his eyes into her own. She felt a pang of guilt, he was her husband and he had a right to . . . She gulped at the thought. No, it was better this way. It was all to fast and too much she said trying to convince herself, but her heart said otherwise.
Just when she thought he had stopped the corners of his mouth turned a little and he made his way down her arms to raise both her wrists in his hands. He than began to take her kangan and bangles off.
Realizing she was only encouraging him by denying him to simply take of her jewelery she seemed to be sinking deeper and deeper into the allure that his gaze held.
"I . . . I think----"
He didn't let her finish as he again pulled her wrists towards him and this time forced his lips onto her own. Her eyes widened as she met with the contact of his fierce lips atop her own. His arms snaked around her waist as he crushed her to him.
Her hands became fists as she struggled against his grip. He continued to kiss her wildly as she didn't know how to respond or to just give in.
He could feel her thin body trying to escape from him, and it made him want her all the more. Her soft lips were under his own and he forcefully parted them as he explored her mouth.
She instantly stopped and her hands now rested on his chest, she let him continue as she slowly gave in.
Her acceptance made him realize what he was doing and he instantly turned his face away.
They both faced away from one another, breathless at what had just taken place.
Maan repented as he began to slowly back away, "I . . I will sleep on the sofa and uh . . . You can have the bed . . . I got carried away . . I shoul---
It was Geet's turn to shut him up as she slowly raised her face to his own. He stopped when he realized what she was doing and she paused fearfully before his lips. But it was all the time he needed to realize what she wanted as her eyes spoke it all.
Very slowly he dipped and this time gently met his lips onto her own and as she voluntarily circled her arms around his neck, he smiled as he slowly eased himself forward on top of her on the bed.
"I love you." She breathed uttering the words she had never said before and finally seemed to have the right to.
"I love you too . . ." He wanted to say so much more. But instead just said, "Mrs. Maan Singh Khurana." And than went back to continue where he had left off.
And finally, the husband and wife became one.
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