PART 8:
Yeh dresses?? Geet wondered checking out the new pair of jeans and shirts on
the bed. She opened them and understood they were all her fitting and sizes,
kal se you will ear these for college aur haan you don't need to have this
mangalsutr, sindoor ... you will go like every other college girl, saying maan
kissed her forehead.
Geet was awed by her husband for the care and concern he was showing ...
she could never get such freedon from parents, she was bound in all ways. They
used to treat her as if she was some lifeless toy, everything about her
existence spoke about the reputation that the Handas had. The more they
restricted her, the more they restricted her, the more she wanted to go against
the family. but now when she is getting what she aspired since years, geet
wanted to confine herself to her husband. him giving her so much of attention
on her studies was making guiltier. She knew she was not supposed to put off
the belongings of maan on the pretense of anything for she believed they are
her treasure.
Roop di strictly told her not to step out without the symbols coz they were
geet's identity. She simply hugged maan breaking down, feeling sorry for not
telling what she planned ... I am sorry maan maine aapse sach nahi kaha ...
who ishi bhi mere saath college aane wali hai maine issi liye haan kahi warna
main, she confessed truly regretting.
Maan released her hold not understanding what his wife was telling him
exactly ... geet I am not getting you jaan thise kaho ... who is ishi??
She made him sit and told every single truth of her life, her parents, her
childhood, her friend ishita and ishita's boyfriend, her first adult movie, her
college life everything. Though for maan it was a shock ... mostly the college
life, he made out that geet was arrested by her parents, locked her on the name
of reputation. Most of all he felt bad for she had no one in life except for
ishita who supported geet and the rest he simply ignored taking it to be geet's
innocence and it was common on teenagers to watch stuff as its hormonal.
No she is his wife, he will take care ... tum dono saath mein hi rahoge ...
but geet I want you to study ... I want you to join me with my business ...
promise me!! His words lfeft mid way when geet hugged him accepting what maan
said.
What both of them were unaware of was the slow change that began to develop
in maan. the priorities were replacing in his life, his wife was becoming a
necessity like that of breath.
The next day maan met up with ishita and ricky on the insistence of geet.
ishita really seemed to love his wife, he accepted their friendship as ricky
too seemed genuine to maan.
A week passed, geet was happy with college life, so was maan busy with work.
In all this maan was badly missing geet coz he would see his lovely wife before
leaving and thought she was coming early in the evenings he would reach home
late. That Sunday maan was free, what shocked him was geet didn't complain.
It was 6'O clock ... geet was turning restlessly on the bed. maan placed
his hand on her abdomen and pulled her closer plastering her back to his chest.
And it was then he realized geet was crying, he turned her immediately and
hugged, patting her back ... kya hua geet?? kyun ro rahi ho jaan??
Her sobs turned to hiccups and she hit him on his back complaining ...
aapke paamere liye time hi nahi hai ... its been a week since you made love
to me, aapne toh mujhse baat bhi nahi kiya ... I was missing you ... she
couldn't speak a word more as those cribs overtook by hiccups.
He was missing her too but this was something maan least expected, bt he
brushed off the thoughts and hugged her ... followed by their togetherness.
They day had been long with both of them not ready to leave each other. Maan
decided that he would take an off alteast a day to spend time with his wife
... he falling her more and more, but failed in understanding that his
feelings are not being reciprocated with the intensity he is showing.
*******
It was year ending, meera and dev invited maaneet for the Christmas function
... though maan insisted her not to stick to her Indian attire she chose
being his woman!! His wife!! She wore a simple saree to make it up to the
function.
The whole day went in prayers and decoration, geet was getting bored and
feeling bad for the decision to be a part of it. She wanted to be in maan's
arms and here he was busy with guests. It was late night they started back
home, when maaneet came to the car they saw the tier punctured.
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Jaane kyun tu mere dil mein raha
We need to go home in a bus jaan, he said kissing her hand with a warmth
... she smiled accepting, it was damn chilly with the cold winds biting the
skin. Her smile always filled his heart with contentment, he could even kill to
see that glow in her face.
Socha tujhe maine kyun bar bar
They boarded the double-decker bus, geet got amazed finding no one on it.
She enjoyed watching the city lit with lights ... It was Christmas time so
people were busy shopping.
Aankhon mein hai tera hi aks sa
Maan pulled her into his lap with admiration finding geet so happy, so lost
like a kid. He couldn't stop himself from kissing her breathless not bothering
that the people on the road were watching them.
Honthon pe hai tera hi zikra haan..
He carried her to the room with desperation running through his veins,
excitedly like this was the first time ever he would be touching his wife.
Thaame teri baahein
He kissed her palm madly thrusting deeper and deeper, loving her like never
before, their fingers entangled when they hit the pinnacle. He couldn't stop
from going wild yet caring, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen
... it was like a dream come true having geet with him.
Meelon chalte jaayein
Maan believed he would find his wife in every step he would take. They
visited all those lovers spots in London which maan knew, she enjoyed being in
his arms. Their togetherness was filling in her senses like an intoxication
... her bond with him was going stronger and deeper which geet was still
unaware.
Aao na, aa jao na
Raat aisi chhaye
Bhoole na bhulaaye
Aao na, aa jao na..
The next week neither did maan feel like going to office nor did geet go to
college. Everything seemed tiny infront of having his wife with him. Geet
wanted him all the time, so she didn't insist him to leave either. Maan
completely ignored the phone calls he was getting from office.
Dadima had to call maan take a very nice class to him as the office people
had to call her asking for maan,
Saari duniya sirf aapne shaadi ki hai maan?? Aise behave kar rahe ho jaise
ki aapki biwi ke alawa kuch aur nahi chahiye ... why aren't you picking up
your calls from office??
Maan cut the call feeling guilty for being lost in his wife, he had to leave
for work with half heart ... promising geet that he will be back soon.
Tujhse, kahoon woh baat tujhse
Rab se, kahoon jo rab se
Babaji mere maan ko hamesha mere paas rakhna,
she prayed to god closing her eyes raising her head up!! ... why does it feels so difficult to leave him alone even
for a second?? Poora din kaise rahongi maan ke bina?? Geet wondered!!
Raaton ko tere pehre
Kehte hain mujhko ghere
Jab se, mile ho tun jabse
Geet ran to hug him when he returned home bit early, she almost jumped into him
with excitement. Life was being so blissful but these little separations were
strengthening her feelings further and all those made him sense her love.
Thaame teri baahein
Meelon chalte jaayein
Aao na, aa jao na
Geet tumne do din office jaane nahi diya, he said removing her hair from the
face ... she cuddled more into him hiding her naked form pulling the spread
over them.
Raat aisi chhaye
Bhoole na bhulaaye
Aao na, aa jao na..
Maan was going completely neglecting with business, everything seemed
nothing for him!! His wife's desires, his wife's passion was all that mattered.
Precap: Maan's love for his wife intensifying more!!
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