Hello everyone, this is the last part for the OS. Hope you like it.
Yash
The Union
"Maan ki Geet" she thought, as she let the tears fall and a small smile played up her lips. Maan pulled Geet up against him and hugged her tight now wanting to tell her the worst is over. She is no longer alone and he is there to fight this battle with her. The storm had calmed, as the rain had changed its course to a light drizzle, leaves and twigs destroyed by the storm flew in circles carried by the wind not wanting to leave their home. As the clouds cleared, the moon was playing hide and seek with the clouds. But Geet was home, home where she belonged at last, happily ensconced in the arms of her Maan and she wanted no more.
Maan, was calmer atlast. His anger had literally been ready to tear out of his soul and rip him apart, had it not been for Geet and her presence right in front of him. He would never let anyone or anything, including himself hurt her. As he vowed to himself, he could feel her tremble despite being in his arms. He cursed himself, they were soaking wet and in her condition this was highly unfavorable. He should know better than to stand in the rain and find solutions to their problems.
Where to go from here? wondered Maan. The house was quite far from here, as Geet had walked a long way. Driving out of the jungle in the night was not something Maan wanted to undertake! Stories of highway robbers had been splashed all across the headlines for the past week and they were not in a situation where they could handle to confront these men. Best solution in the current situation would be to wait around in the car till dawn struck!! "Geet..." whispered Maan. "hmmm..." murmured Geet, "tumhe thand lag rahi hai....." said Maan, "hmmm...nahi aap ho na mere paas" murmured Geet, as she settled more comfortably against his chest, nuzzling her head against him. Much against his wishes Maan pulled her away from him and said, "Tumhari is haalat mein yahaan rehna theek nahi, chalo gadi mein jaakar beth jaate hai"!! "Gaadi…?? asked Geet, suddenly all the coziness vanished from her voice and she was back to her ebullient self, "Lekin raat bhar…gaadi mein?? Hum theek se soyenge kaise??" Geet complained! "Ab gaadi mein kya problem hai? Tumhe humeesha har cheez say koi na koi problem hoti rahti hai!!"Maan countered. Geet was outraged, how dare he suggest that she was the one with problems? "Problem mujhe hai??" Geet was angry now!! She pulled out of his grasp and turned away, grumbling to herself! "Hai babaji, sab kuch karo aur tane bhi saho, kya yahi dekhne ko mila tha?" Maan, this is foolish, she just managed to calm down and you are back to picking bones with her, you should have thought better than that. You better remedy the situation now, thought Maan.
"Geet…."Maan tried to turn her around and pull her back, "Mera matlab who nahi tha..., acha…tum batao hume itne raat gaye kya karna chaahiye??" Maan questioned. "Kyun humesha toh, tent lagane ka aur camping ka bhoot sawar rehta hai, ab kya hua?" Geet asked, looking at him grudgingly. "Lekin tum tent mein…comfortable rahogi??" Maan asked. "Kyun mein kya itni nazook hun? "Hoshiarpur ki kheton mein maine raat bitaye hai, aap ki tarah humesha, dilli ki aalishaan gharon mein nahi"Geet retorted! Maan wanted to retort to her cheeky comment, but decided otherwise. "Acha..toh, tum tent mein raat bitana chahati ho..theek hai…phir baad mein yeh mat kehna ki maine tumhe pehle nahi kaha!" Maan countered, as he went to get the tent from the back of the car.
As Maan set up the tent in a clearing nearby, Geet stood in the corner shivering away in the cold. The breeze was lightly chilling, sending tiny goosebumps along her skin. She rubbed her hands along her arms in an effort to warm herself. The action distracted Maan. He had just finished hitting the last nail and tightening the rope, when he saw Geet shivering away in the corner. Her lehenga was completely wet. He needed to do something about her wet clothes. Maan stood up and walked towards her. He put his hands over her hands and rubbed her arms vigourously, up and down. "Geet, tum bahut bheeg chuki ho, tumhe apne yeh kapne badalne chaahiye…" Geet looked up at Maan, feeling herself warm up under his fingers. "Lekin mein…kaise?" she questioned. Maan looked at her eyes and then her lips, a slow smile forming up his lips, "gaadi mein humesha extra kapde rakhta hun! ek min.." and he turned and walked to the car. He opened the trunk of his car and took out a worn out bag and pulled out a white shirt and a pair of jeans, something he always carried in case of an emergency. As he took out the white shirt, memories of manali flooded his mind. Geet in the white shirt, all wet and her hair open..."Maan tujhe ho kya gaya hai? Tum yeh sab sirf usko thand se bachane ke liye kar rahe ho, Haan!" saying so he walked towards Geet with the clothes in hand.
Maan felt chilled as he walked towards Geet. The wind had picked up speed and the clouds had drifted away. The moon was out in the clear sky. Today was the full moon day. One could see it big and bright in the sky as it light the clearning which now looked like a snapshot from a fairytale book, as Geet stood near the tent holding herself tight to stop shivering. Maan came close to Geet and handed her the shirt and said "Geet…yeh lo….badal lo!". Geet took the shirt from his hand, as her fingers grazed his, feeling the awareness that had thread in suddenly. It was the awareness of the upcoming night. It was the awareness of the long hours that they would spend with each other on this night. The awareness heightened in the memories of the last time they spent a night together, alone far away from the reality of the world. Today was just another night, but tonight Maan and Geet had a new found trust, tonight their relationship had been redefined and there existed no more hidden truths.
Geet walked behind the tent away from Maan's gaze to change. Maan took this opportunity to quickly change out of this wet clothes into the pair of dry jeans. More comfortable now in his dry jeans, he decided that he needed to get them warmer by starting a fire and walked into the wood to pick some wood. As he was returning with the wood, he could see Geet in the shadows against the tent, cast by the moonlight. She seemed to be changing out of her blouse as she wore his shirt. He could make out the clear outline of her body in the shadows. He stood there watching unable to help himself, desire slowly rushing into his senses. The breeze blew some leaves his way, momentarily blocking his vision and as they cleared out of his line of sight, he could see the breeze lapping against the lapels of his shirt which Geet was trying to button up. His eyes absorbed the length of her thighs as the shirt flapped against her skin. The tent flapped suddenly on one side distracting him. The breeze seemed to have loosed the knot he made on one of the ropes holding the edge. He walked closer to the tent, dropped the logs of wood nearby and sat down to tighten the knot. As he worked on the knot, his mind willed him to look up again towards Geet behind the shadows. She was loosening her hair in an attempt to dry it by her hand. Her head was tilted on a side as she worked her fingers through her hair. Oh how he loved the feel of that hair against his fingers. Numerous times in the past he had taken the opportunity available to open up her hair and feel her strands slide through his fingers. He wished he could feel the same tonight.
Geet had finally managed to get out of the wet clothes and had changed into Maan's dry shirt. She didn't know if it was a fresh shirt, but she could feel the lingering scent of Maan in it. As she buttoned herself up, she realized she had a mixed feeling of excitement and apprehension. She couldn't explain that feeling in her stomach but she felt nervous about approaching Maan. The memories of the previous time when they had been stranded similarly came to her mind and she felt hot thinking about how things had almost gone out of control that night. She slowly tiptoed her way towards Maan.
Maan attempted to arrange the logs of wood and twigs he had collected together, so as to build a fire. As he put the pieces of wood together, Geet observed the way his wide shoulders bent as his arms flexed in movement. The lines made by the muscles of his arms as they flexed were perfect and smooth. Geet's gaze moved down his torso to his abdomen as she drank in the sight of his muscles cutting sharp edges through his skin. His head was bent in concentration as he struck the match stick to light the fire. As the fire slowly came to life, the dancing flames cast a golden hue on his skin, highlighting the slickness building up on his body due to the thin film of perspiration. Geet felt the need to reach out and feel his skin against her fingers. Instinctively, she curled her toes against the ground, in an attempt to resist the feeling causing some the dried leaves to rustle against her toes.
Maan got distracted with the sound and looked up. He found Geet looking at him, her finger and toes curled into tiny fists, standing in his white shirt, the breeze lapping gently against her skin causing the shirt to flutter as her hair danced with the wind. The breeze was plastering his shirt to her time and again as his gaze moved from top to bottom noting every single detail of her curves. The firm rise of her breasts, the narrowness of her waist, the slight swell of her stomach, the perfect curves of her hips as the shirt tapered away to reveal her smooth thighs and the length of her long legs. He felt an adrenalin rush, as her face mirrored his feelings. She was having trouble battling her desire to not look at him. As the burning fire reflected their inner feelings, the match burned though, causing Maan to suddenly yelp in pain. Geet quickly rushed across to Maan he sat there nursing his burnt finger. "Bahut dard ho raha hai?" she whispered unable to break the trance of his gaze. "Hmmm.." responded Maan. Without further thought, she took his finger into her lips and sucked at the wound. Maan felt as if all the air in his lungs suddenly rushed out. Why did she do that? The slow lap of her tongue around his finger had Maan thinking of her tongue on his skin. Desire had flooded his senses and he couldn't help himself anymore.
Unaware of Maan's thoughts, Geet continued to slowly suck at his finger. She looked up at Maan wanting to gauge his pain and realized that pain was the last thought in his eyes now. His eyes are darkened with desire and lust, his pupils dilated and his breathing was labored. They seem to be telling her to stop before he lost all self control. Geet slowly pulled out his finger from her lips, willing herself to stop. The sight of her wet, full lips against his finger as she slowly stopped was damaging. Unable to help himself, he traced his fingers against her wet lips feeling their fullness. Her lips parted in anticipation. Maan moved in closer and closer wanting to grasp on to the senses his fingers seem to be sending across. He wanted to touch those lips with his and give into the moment. Geet stopped breathing as Maan tilted his head towards hers and came closer. She could feel her eyeslids drawing close as Maan moved in to kiss her.
The fire crackled, sending a few embers their way distracting them. As they turned to look at the fire, realization struck them. Geet suddenly felt extremely shy and embarrassed with herself. She tried to stand up and walk away as Maan stopped her by holding onto her hand. He stood up, slowly pulling her close trying to turn her around. His one hand was on her shoulder and the other he curved it around her waist, feeling her skin against the skirt. Geet trembled against his touch. Maan willed Geet to turn around as he slowly pulled her close. Once he had her in his arms he held her against him as he tilted her face towards him. "Geet…mein.." Geet lifted her face up to Maan and opened her eyes to look up at him. His eyes spoke volumes. They spoke of tender love he had promised, they spoke of undying passion bursting to set free, they spoke of dangerous desire uncontrollable, they spoke of so much more. Geet raised her fingers upto Maan's lips and placed them against it, nodding her head letting him know she trusted him today and there was no more to be said.
Maan was waiting for Geet to decide whether she wanted to take this forward now or not. Geet raised her other hand upto Maan's cheek and felt his skin against hers. The warmth of his skin, his rough stubble reminded her of the softness and warmth along with the roughness of his love for her. She traced her thumb along his jaw and she could feel his irregular breathing as he tried hard to control. Suddenly the realization that she had him on the edge hit her. She felt this urge to test his control. As she traced his lips with her thumb and her other hand worked dizzy circles around his jaw, she brought herself closer and pressed herself against him to let him feel her completely, as a small smile curved on her lips.
Maan could not hold it any longer, he groaned and had her pressed tight against him letting her know of his need. Geet's eyes widened in response. She felt extremely shy with the knowledge and moved out of his hold. She ran up a tree nearby as she gasped for breath with all the excitement and apprehension. Her heart was beating so loud and fast that she could hear it. As Maan had walked up to Geet, she could sense his presence behind her. He turned her around to look up at him. Geet's eyes were closed. "Geet….ankhen kholo" he commanded. Geet slowly opened her eyes to look up at Maan, she felt vulnerable yet excited. Maan cupped her face between his palms and willed her to look up at him. His palms were warm but the way he looked at her with all the love and undying passion in his eyes, she felt drawn into the vortex of overwhelming senses with him. She was drowning in his eyes. She wanted to be as much a part of him as he her. As Maan moved closer and closer, Geet moved backwards till she was backed up against the tree. Maan wanted to feel those lips against his, he wanted to taste her very sense. He pressed himself to Geet as his lips slowly met touched hers, hesitant at first wondering about Geet's reaction, but as Geet welcomed him, his lips moved over hers gently touching and tasting the love for which he had waited so long but couldn't any more. Geet kissed him back with the same passion as she wound up her hands around his neck, pulling him closer, wanting to feel as complete as possible. Maan tried to hold up against Geet wanting to be a part of him. His lips slowly moved hers as his tongue tentatively ventured over her lips. Geet welcomed the feel of his tongue and parted her lips, letting him enter. She loved every feeling that was coursing through her body and she wanted more. Her fingers laced through his hair as she pulled him closer and kissed him back with ardor. Maan could hold it no more. Blind desire crashed through his senses and he couldn't stop himself. His kisses became more and more demanding. He ran a trail of kisses down her neck, sucking at the skin intermittently. Geet gasped at first but realized she loved the feeling. Maan looked up at her eyes and realized her need. He moved back to plunder her lips again as his hands worked at the buttons of her shirt. Geet was losing all sense of control as Maan slid the shirt off her shoulder to kiss her exposed skin. Geet had never felt so wanton before in her life. She slid her arms down to his shoulders as she traced his skin with her fingers. Her nails grazing on his skin was very distracting. Geet had pressed herself against him letting him know that she too wanted him. Maan stopped suddenly, looked around leaving Geet confused momentarily before he picked her up in his arms in one swift move and carried her into the tent. He lay her down on the floor as he too lay down beside her. His fingers traced circles all over her skin as he slowly undid the buttons of Geet's shirt. He looked down at her filling his eyes with her vision and whispered "Geet…aaj mujhe uparwale par pehli baar yakeen aaya, kunji usne tumhe mere liye banaya" Geet's eyes filled up in tears listening to Maan praises. Maan kissed her tears away, he kissed every inch of her skin as he touched and caressed. Her neck, the curve of her shoulders, the rise of her breast, her belly, the sides of her hips, the length of her thigh, the knees, the calf, her toes. He made love to her as he revered her wanting to let her know that he worshiped her and this moment of their togetherness.
Geet lay wimpering in Maan's arms as she could take no more. She wanted to touch Maan, let him know of his effect on her. She ran her fingers down his torso, moving to his back touching and kissing as they turned around with Maan below her. She wanted him to know that she could give him as much if not more to this relationship. Her hands moved along his abdomen feeling his skin as Maan's breathing labored. Maan stilled Geet's hands which his own, letting her know that if she went further there would be no turning back. Geet came up and kissed him and silencing him. Her hands moved down to unbuckle his jeans and pull them down. As she went down to pleasure him, Maan could hold no more. He turned her on her back, silently nodding his head and letting her know that she has given him much more than he could have ever asked for, but now it was his turn. His fingers entered her testing her if she was ready for him. Geet gasped in delight, with the sensations he was evoking. Maan looked up at her eyes one last time, making sure this is what she wanted before he entered her. The wash of sensations were indescribable. Both of them had never experienced this before and they savored the moment. Maan moved out and plunged in deeper again, ready to take both to the peak of this pleasure. Together they moved as they edged closer and closer to the tip before they plunged deep down together into the vortex of their climax.
Their breathing steadied back slowly to normalcy as Maan turned around and had Geet lying with her head on his chest. They held each other tight as Geet could hear their heart beats, two beats in perfect synchrony.
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