Ch#13
"Hello Pretty Ladies,"Maan greeted flashing his charming smile as he walked inside da comfortable lounge,which now was looking like expensive clothes shop.Shefali & Paddy greeted him with same warmth but his wife ignored him,finding da lace of chunri more interesting than him.By pushing away da shoping bags he made space for himself next to her.He commented:sb kuch hi le aaey,ya bazar men kuch chod k bhi aaey ho?lgta hai mujhe IMF se loan lena padega.
Shefali rolled her eyes:dekha aunty mene kaha tha naa.hum bargain krne men kitni energy waste krlein pr males ko ye hi lgta hai hum jaan kr paise loota kr aate hein.
Paddy smiled & pretended to scold Maan:tumhe andaza bhi nhi shefali kitni mehnat krti hai.
He finally took..No,pulled da chunri from her hand.She finally looked at him,Miss proper failed to behave anymore in her proper way.Her gaze was piercing,cute nose had crown of frown.He missed her,realy missed her.Shefali took wrong meaning from his brother action & started to open other boxes:acha hai naa? isi colour men ek aur dress hai wo is se bhi achi hai.
Paddy thankfully stopped her:ruko ruko...abhi dinner k bad dikhana apne bhai ko sari shopping.
tumne sari raat yehi krna hai.
Geet stood up:men khana lgvati hun.
Maan too stood up & walked away:men fresh ho kr aata hun.
He reached to top of stairs when Paddy voice reached his ear:Geet ye sb chodo..men dekh rhi hun.jake Maan ko dekho.
He couldnt stop his grin,A stubborn wife deserves proper greeting.
~*~
Hearing da sound of washroom door Geet kept down her pen & stood up:mene tumhare cheezo ki place ki list bna di hai,tumhe preshani nhi hogi aur naa hi mujhe.
Folding da paper gracefully when she turned away from her writing desk Maan could hear her mute shriek.His lower body was wrapped in a maroon colour towel,exposing his broad muscular chest.His hairs like his body all wet from da recent shower.He watched with patience as his wife dove eyes scanned him,getting wider by each passing moment.And when her gaze sliding through his torso strike wid da edge of da towel,it rosed up to his face with a jerk.His brow raised in a silent question & her cheeks turned scarlet.And to her defense she extended da paper.He walked closer to her & took paper from her hand:How kind of u.Realy is kingdom men bger map k kuch bhi dhundhna impossible lgta hai.
Geet desperate to flew away,replied in sacrastic tone:Welcome.
Before she turned to reach door he opened one side of wardrobe:thoda explain to krdo
And to irritate her he shufled her neatly placed sari.As expected she came back to him in speed of light:ye meri side hai.
She shut it & opened da other side:ye tumhari side hai.paper men left likha hai.aur left isse kehte hein.
Leaning against da half closed side he watched her dreamily as she explained da place of his things:yahan shirts hein..yahan ironed clothes,yahan socks aur ...umm etc.
She was looking every where expect him & dn she herself took out his evening clothes,without asking him,her own choice:tumne to ek cheez nikalne men hi sb ulth pult krdena hai.
She kept his clothes on bed & took out his bath robe too.He asked:office kyun nhi aai?
She looked up at him:kisi ne kaha tha office men mere lye kaam nhi.
Maan:haan kaam to nhi tha..but I missed u.
Her eyes rosed to her in surprise but he didnt looked away.She was the first to look away:men office kaam k lye jati hun,company deni nhi.
To his continuous passionte stare she took a back step & almost lost balance.His arm immediately wrapped against her & her body felt wickedly warm against his cold skin:dhyan se..peeche table hai.ek Map apne lye bhi bna lo.
She pulled away from his intimate embrace,unable to hide her nervous resistance.She left from there.
~*~
Shefali raised her bridal dress for everyone to look,with a grin she asked:Isnt it beautiful?
Maan lovingly:Yes.just like you.
She kept down it on bed which was full of her other clothes:bs ab kuch matching ki cheezein..
As Maan pointed gaze Shefali walked to Paddy & Geet who was enjoying coffee after diner:meri chezon ke elawa bhabhi ka bhi dress reh rha hai.
Geet:Nhi to..meri shopping hogai.par dnt worry hum kal bhi chle jaeynge.
Shefali argued:kahan hui? koi special dress to milla nhi main function k ley.
Paddy sipping her coffee teased Shefali:Geet ka bahana lene ki zrurt nhi.wo ap shopping tumhare sath kyun apne husband k sath kregi.wo bhi usko pasand ki.
Maan lips were not even stretched enough in smile when Geet canceled da idea:meri shopping ho chuki hai.I hv enough new dresses..kuch bhi pehn lungi.
Shefali:kuch bhi kese...aap bride ki bhabhi ho.buht special hona chahey.
Paddy agreed:ye to hai.Host ho..ek loti bhabhi ho.
Shefali suggested in excitement:Idea.bhabhi aap apni shadi ka dress kyun nhi pehnti.
Maan & Geet both looked her in shock.Paddy agreed:great idea...
Maan watched as paled face Geet refused:No..I cant.
Shefali forced:kyun nhi bhabhi.aaj kal to trend bn rha hai.mostly sb ghar k function men apni shadi ka attire repeat krte hein.
Geet tried her best to push away da idea:I dnt even remember k kahan hai.
"hai..room mein" Maan sudden interruption caught ladies attention & Geet stunned gaze made him realize he has guessed right.She looked away from him & spoke in cool.calculated tone:kaii saal hogaey mujhe fit nhi hoga.
"tum aaj bhi wesi ho"His words were simple truth but Shefali dreamily 'aww' turned it in poetic phrase.
Geet tone was nearly sharp:men pehle jesi nhi hun.I have grown up...mujhe fit nhi hoga.
The ladies became silent but he refused to accept defeat:tailor can sort out that now...aur bcho k baad to tum cha kr bhi nhi pehn paogi.
Geet gaze sharpened at him but her lips pressed in thin line.Paddy:sahi keh rha hai Maan.aesa mouqa phir kahan millega.
Shefali:please bhabhi.
She finally gave a nod.
~*~
He line the pool tip up with da cue ball, setting aim,hit away.. making da desired ball dropped in pocket.Then he finally turned his face in da directon of door & find her standing there.It was nearly mid night,da house was in deep sleep.She was too wrapped in her black night-robe,ready to sleep well her sharp eyes hold no sleep at all.On leaving Shefali room he had walked straight to here.Finding solace in his favourite game,billiard but da effort went in vain.Even da hard collision of balls was not able to wipe away da burning pain caused by her repulsive reaction on da idea of wearing her bridal dress.
He didnt remembered da details clearly,it was something bright red with golden.And yes he did his best to not look at it,to look at her but Now he wanted! Cant she see this in his eyes?Cant she hear it?Cant she feel it?Cant she give a second chace..to him,to her,to them.
He broke the silence:Dare to try?
It was answer of her silent question but like him she too played wid da double meanings of words.Walking inside she gave a look to pool table & replied:Jo kheyl mujhe khelna nhi aata usme naa to harne ka drr hota hai aur naa hi kheylne ka dil.
He walked to other side of pool table,wid blue jeans da black silk shirt was doing full justification.He bent setting another aim, making V of his neck exposed,muscles of his arms became more visible:The idea never tempt u?
She looked up at him,without looking he could feel her gaze on him:kbhi bhi khyal nhi aaya?
Her reply was soft & dark like night:You never invite me.
He striked but miss da shot.He looked at her.How could he tell her dt da idea popped in is mind several times.But da imagination of her leaning infront of him wid da cue-stick was too much for handle.
Leave it behind,he is not taking about billiard.She knows.dosent she?
He asked her directly:tumhara bridal dress tumhare pass hi hai..mujhe pta nhi kyun lga.
Her tone could melt da steel:haan ofcurse mere pass hai.It was too expensive to throw away.
He knew,he admitted it was so rubbish to expect something sweet from her on dis topic but he couldnt hold da bitterness:mujhe lgta tha tum generous ho...dnt u think charity krdena behtar hota.
Her voice felt thick with emotion as staring in space she replied:bridal dress k sath bride ka luck bhi jata hai.
He felt his heart pierce,her words felt like a hard slap.He chuckled:how dangerous.phir to bikul theek kya.wrna tumhari trhan kisi aur ki bhi kismat khrab hojati.pyar kisi aur se aur groom mille koi aur...is se bura kya ho skta hai?
She snapped:aur wo groom bhi kisi aur se pyar krta hai.
Was this reminder her defance?
Maan:aur agr wo naa krta hota..to?
There was only silence just da faint rhythm of their breathing.His voice was so painfully soft:Have u ever wondered?
After a long moment she took da stick from his hand,taking it in her fingers she set her eyes on da table:Sometimes.Can I try?
The topic had changed in a graceful manner.
To her surprise he became a cage behind her,setting his hands on her fingers he whispered:Always at ur service.
When heart involved with desire,it becomes a terrible buisness.
He pressed his body against her while setting da stick.His lips brushing her ear wid his each word:make sure of ur grip.
And dn in very un-gentlemanly manner he pushed her back to made her lean:put aside ur pride.
One of his hand claimed her hip to hold her in place & he too bent down.Her breath grew sharper as deir bodies molded together in very intimate way.Nuzzling her neck he ordered:concentrate.
When he nibbled on da sensitive spot of her skin da cue striked...sending the balls in all direction.He made her turn to him & captured her lips.He felt shiver from her head to toe..but da reason was only desire.
His mouth deperately,dominantly claimed her,awakening each hidden corner.As her fingers digged in his arms for support he cupped her bottom & made her sit on da billiard table.He kissed both corner of her mouth before engaging their tounge again in passionate dance .His action had slipped da robe down from her shoulders.Feeling da chilly air against her exposed shoulder he uttered:What are you doing.
Her tone was far away from protest.He kissed on her cheek & gave a sweet suck to her soft earlobe:taking u right now..
Her voice sound so erotic wid interruption of her moan & sighs:No
His lips traveled to her neck:Why not?
Her lips pressed together as his lips traled down to her throat:koi aa jaeyga Maan...aur It can lose balance & it is quite uncomfortable.
He pressed his forhead to her,da sudden need of laughter made his breathing even more difficult.
Her lips swollen,eyes heavy like him wid hooded desire.She spread on da pool between colourful balls was too tempting fantasy.He carried her in arms.
There were always no words to define his fierce passion but tonight it was more complicated.To claim her in her own room,to filled da pure sheet of her bed with their mingled scents..da joy was out of the world.Her surrendering sigh was proof she was not sleeping anymore.She turned herself in opposite direction:subha uthna hai Maan..
Her voice sound so sexy in her sleepy accent.
He smiled as opposite to her words her bottom pressed against him,their bodys molding together like moth traveled to fire.He leaned closer,creasing shape of her thigh pressed kissed to centre of her neck:to mt uthna.
And dn kissing her shoulder he kissed each disc of her spine.
He felt her shiver:we r nt alone..ghar men aunty bhi hein acha nhi lgta.
His fingers drew lazy circle on her silky waist.His voice was hoarse wid increasing heat:Its legall for husbabd & wife..She is elder enough to know it,princess.
He felt her froze,da sudden tenson in her was visible.She turned her face to him wid a stunned expresion:How do u know?
He rested his head with help of his elbow.His eyes had adjusted enough in dark to read her expressions.Processing her words he finally realized:ye k tumhara nick name princess hai?
Geet:dnt hv nickname..bs mom kehti thi.
Maan happy on his sudden victory:bs mujhe sb pta chl hi jata hai...
He teasngly rolled his eyes around da room:aur is room ko dekhne k baad guess krna zyada mushkil bhi nhi tha.
The sheet had covered her chest but when she turned in his direction,da sight became too tempting,too distracting.
Her voice held childish irritation:ye room princess k nhi..queen k room k interior se inspire hai.And I.am not a princess,not want to be.So dont call me that.
She again lay on her back,staring da ceiling above.His reaction was opposite to wht could be expected:Because you wany to be a queen.
Just like his soft tone was her replied:yes.
Kissing her soft chin his lips traveled to down,licking,nibbling her delicate skin.When he felt tension evoparted from her body he whispered:good choice..because she has a kingdom.
Geet answer was a shaking "hnm" because now attetion of his mouth was settled on her bossoms,which were already so senstive because of their last hour session.Her back arched as he did very wicked things with her tounge:she has people to rule.
Between moans she mumbled "hmm".From sweet kisses he switched to hard one,leaving mark near her belly button:she has her amy.
In reply he only gt her fingers slipping in his hairs.The need became so desperate.Climbing over her he whispered:She also has a King.
Her voice was too thick:No.she has not.
Stubborn Woman.
As he settled them together,suggested:than a knight? Specialy & only for her.
Her head threw to other side,maybe da reaction of his words or his action:No.
Grabing her both wrists he settled them abover her head.His action surprised her:than she should be ready for da attack from da Rival King.
And the battle continued for da rest of night.
~*~
To hold back his grin became impossible as he noted her wife hard effort of not to look at his exposed chest.When their eyes met in morror she quickly flew away to other side of bed.Wrapping da comforter she mumbled:kitna late hogai..kya soche gi aunty.
He watched with dreamy smile as she took out his clothes for da day,Not bothering to ask his choice.Keeping da clothes on bed:jaldi kro sb k sath breakfast krna hai.She took out his bathrobe from.da wardrobe & taking a quick glance of him she suggested:air ye bhi washroom men hag krdo..tum le jana bhool jate ho.
He had never realized da importance of these little things,which makes da relation of husband,wife more stronger,unique beautiful.To wake up together..to bath with da same soap,to find out ur poor hairbrush in crowd of colourful things.He want every morning of his life like this.
She turnd her back to him for wearing her earings & when she turned she found him in breeches.Her scarlet cheeks with dt lovely scowl was da best combo of world.Stubbornly prideful of his besharmi he wore his shirt:tie to nikal do.
While she was looking for it he kept drying his hairs or perhaps throwing water on her.She handed him & when turned to leave he followed her:late ho rha hai..help to krdo.
His abrupt action made him bump wid her luxurious arm chair & caused da book to fall down on floor,da book she must be reading last night before coming to him.He bent down & chuckled noticing da title "Love Impossible/Season-2.
Looking at her he picked da book:Romance Novel!
Her frozed state & silence made him follow her gaze.He found da earth slipped from beneath his feet on finding an old dry rose.
He remain rooted & watched her as she came to it & bent down on her knees.With great care she picked it up & da two broken petals of it.His state was like ice but inside there was da whole burning hell.
She has a rose..da rose which must be a gesture of love,from Someone.This rose was still in her bedroom,was in this room last night.The desire to snachi it away from her fingers & stomped it under his shoe ran wild him.But da sadness on her lovely face stopped him.
She kept back it in book & kept it in drawer nxt to her bed.Reaching to door she finally spoke:jaldi aao...And dont Touch my things.
Her polite request turned his heart in ashes.
Precap(2nd last):Like a proper hostess Geet greeted Natasha:men Maan ko bulati hun.
But Natasha stopped him:mujhe tumse baat krni hai.
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Mahi
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