MAHSOOS PART 60...
It was planned that maan will drop geet off and later on he will
join. Geet still couldn't forget the morning aroma of her husband. She
half lost managed to do her work. The study seem so pointless, she was
never the top or topper in class, but she was alright. Geet lazily
plagued with pen, waiting anticipatingly when maan will come.
"depressed?" armaan came from no where, taking his seat.
"yea... I am waiting when maan will come. He is giving out a lecture today...
"OMG, I can officially met your husband!"
Geet
rolled her eyes, sliding down on the table. Staring at the design of
her bag that maan have brought when they were at there honeymoon,
another memory, it was already making her so restless.
"oh...kripa..."
geet knew well this will effect armaan, but she just wanted to let him
know. "he came to maan other day and was saying something to him!"
"what?"
"yes...
But maan told her to leave... I know I should not ask, but can just
tell her to stay out of my life. I would have done that but I just can't
stand her!"
Armaan looked t geets gloomy face and smiled. Have he have no feeling for her. Anymore!
"sure I will..."
...
The
day eventually came to its destination. Maan steps out of the limo, it
was his last lecture in this collage. He does this less, but for the
collage foundation they support it's very important, and the collage who
have personal lecture from him, well they are count as lucky.
As
maan stepped in, he could sense geets eyes. It perhaps is his
imagination. Where few minutes back conformation of her tex informed him
that she will be there.
As maan started his speech armaan won't
shutup with his bak bak, geets eyes was glued to the stage. While
listening and being mesmerised by her husband she kept punching and
slapping armaan to shut up.
"will you shutup!" geet irritatingly looks at him. "I want to listen!"
"common. You are in your little coasy bedroom 24 hours listening to him... How much you want to listen?"
Geet
looked at maan with a smile then back at armaan. Smiling, she could
never get enough of him. It would be rare in every direction, more she
knows about her husband, the more demand wakes within her. "I could
never have enough of him..."
Her one word made armaan silent, looking
at there geet. Is she the same geet? So mature, so grownup, not that
childish... Who wouldn't stop over exaggerating words.
Lecture
finished. Maan walked down, metting few people before nearly walked off
when geet stops him holding his hand. "where are you going without your
wife?"
The guards nearly smiled while everyone started to stare at them. Nun knew geet was the mrs khurana.
Maan smiled, bringing her close before walking out.
Few friends ran towards them, instantly looking at her with question.
"hay... I never formally introduced my husband, this mr maan khurana..." geet proudly claimed, looking at him. "my husband."
"Owo...
What? Oh..." mostly this was all the reaction from everyone. First they
were confused about, geet being so attractive, and god looking, is
married to a blind man! Then he is the royal khurana... Next why and how
they can fall in love... For geet it's alright but maan, he can't see
how can they be...
Geet could read each one of those expression. She
felt so uncomfortable yet so hurt that this her so called friends...
Armaan rushed in along with anjali...
"omg is mr khurana. I can not believe when geet told us you were here before!"
Maan smiled and shared a warm handshake. "oh we so have to show him around the collage..."
The principle walked in, he wasn't amused with hyper armaan. "mr malik, please behave!"
"what?" armaan pulled a face which made geet and maan laughed.
"I
am so sorry mr khurana..." principle apologised. To the couple. Maans
hand was around geet , holding her close. He could sense she was worry
with the rapid heartbeat.
"it's alright." maan pelightly replied. "I
don't mind seeing my wife's class..." geet looked at him with a smile
ignoring the crowds questioning eyes.
As the day came to an end,
both maan and geet took there chance to get out from armaans bak bak,
who have forgot the word limitation to everything...
...
"do
you have any other work to do for rest of the day?" she curled the
button of his t-shirt, creating a shape. Gently stroking her nose
against his cheek as they completely rests on in the limo...
"hmm... I don't think so! Why?"
...
One
day way from dev and ridimas marriage. Geet was rushing around the
house like mad, helping and last minute arrangement. Maan hated that, he
was sitting in the room alone, he couldn't understand there was so much
worker then why geet spending so much time... It was late evening when
she evantually managed to come to her room.
Maan was busy with
some file, geet managed to have a quick shower and then took her seat
next to maan, resting her head on his shoulder.
"wedding is so tiring..." she complained.
"they really did not require your help"
"are, how can you say that? I am the badi bhu, I have to."
Maan nodes his head with a smile. Then twists his hand around her waist...
"do you want a message?"
Geets
eyes widens with happy dance... Her body was in pain... And anything
will be good. She twists her hand around his neck... Slowly
whispering... "how exactly you will give me massage mr khurana?"
Maan
smirks and picks her up, taking her to the bedroom, he gently layers
her down to the bed, loosing the big pally exposing her blouse.
Maan
gently touched the hard button that was holding the little cloth to
gather, hiding the beautiful essence of his wife. His intention was
clear. Geet silently closed her eyes, taking in the darkness with maans
warm touch. She inhaled as the warm finger one by one touched the bare
skin underneath the blouse. It laid open, as maans hand went around her
curve then to the side, taking of the bra. He pulled her up little but
to fully remove the cloths. He gently stroked his long finger along the
line of geets stomach, pulling the sari, separating it from the skirt.
Maan wides his palm all over her thigh, pulling the skirt down then
lastly her panty...
Geet couldn't express how his hand was gently
messaging her forbidden part. His hand was like a heaven, reading it's
way down her waist to tigh.
"it's that comfortable?" maan whispered in a passionate manner.
"amazing..."
"where does it hurts the most?"
"everywhere..." geet naughtily teased...
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