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Irrevocably Yours
Chapter Thirty Four
The
possessive gleam reflected in his eyes as he devoured her sight
whilst waiting for her response, moved Geet beyond words. The beauty
of his soul, of his confession, of his love surpassed the physical
significance of Maan's entire being. The lump in her throat remained
lodged, whilst tears lingered on the tips of her thick lashes. Her
future, her destiny and her soul mate was kneeling before her; a
guardian angel that was specially gifted only solely to her.
Natures
divinity and surroundings was witness to every step and every breath
that Geet took as she openly embraced her happiness. Eventually
standing before him, Geet gazed down at his upturned face. A tear of
joy slipped down her face and smeared his cheeks. 'Your already
sharing your tears with me' he whispered, 'and I'm still here,
waiting for you'.
Letting
out an anguished sob, Geet knelt down and levelly faced him. 'Well my
consent depends on a few things', she whispered with a small shaky
smile.
Maan
tried to hide his astonishment, but was unsuccessful. 'And what is
that?' he asked.
'First
promise that if hell froze over, and if the grass turned pink, you
still will never ever shave your stubble' she confessed. Maan bit
the insides of his mouth, desperately trying to not smile. 'I
promise' he vowed.
'After
marriage, I expect to be those rich housewives that doesn't have to
work, cook or clean' she requested with a small laugh. His eyebrows
shot up at her list of expectancies, 'then what will you do all day?'
he asked. 'What rich people do of course' she stated, 'I'll eat,
watch movies, gossip and play those high society card games with all
the upper class women'.
Maan
shook his head at her media filled imagination, 'if you eat all day,
you'll get fat'.
'Which
leads to my other point' she said, 'If I gain weight, you still have
to love me the same way and call me beautiful every single day'. Maan
frowned at her words, 'this is getting difficult to swallow' he
muttered.
'And!'
she pointed out, 'I want 6 kids, 3 boys and 3 girls'.
'What!'
he exclaimed, his legs were beginning to get sore. 'That's too many
kids!' he almost shouted hysterically.
'Too
bad' she pouted, 'I love kids – I want to have a big family'.
'No
Geet' he replied rapidly, 'too many kids is a pain in the ass'.
'Pain?'
she snapped, 'I'm the one who has to carry them for 9 months and I'm
going to be the one screaming in the labour room'. Geet's eyes
widened with a new idea, 'which reminds me' she murmured.
Maan
raised his hands with the aim to cover up his ears but Geet instantly
took hold of his hands. 'You have to be with me when I'm giving
birth' she stated.
'Never!'
he stated as a matter of a fact, 'I'm not going to get physically and
verbally abused by a frantically angry and sweaty woman'.
'Have
some respect!' she stated, offended by his words, 'I may possibly be
the mother of your future children'.
'Whats
next on your list' he ignored her request, eager to get this over and
done with.
'Grant
me 70% ownership of your house, business and bank account' she asked
with a cheeky grin.
'You
know what, maybe this marriage business was a bad idea' he responded
as he tried to get up. Geet held onto his arms, refusing to allow him
to escape. 'Now that you have popped the question, I wont let you
escape from me so easily' she whispered. Maan smiled and caressed her
cheeks, 'If I say that I agree to all your demands, then will you?'
'Yes'
she breathed out, 'Even if you say no to all my requests, to all my
wishes, I'd still say that I would love to be Mrs Geet Singh
Phurana.'
Maan
closed his eyes in relief and rested his forehead upon hers. 'You
have my answer now' she murmured, 'I say yes now, I'll say yes
tomorrow, and I'll continue to say yes till the day I take my last
breath'.
Her
words were cut off by his unexpected kiss. 'Promise me, that you will
never mention anything about dying' he requested, 'your going to live
a long life with me Geet, I'm not going to let you go, ever'.
Geet
wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder,
holding him tightly in a possessive and overwhelming embrace. 'I
promise' she vowed, as she buried her fears deep within her heart.
Maan reluctantly broke the hug, as he grasped her hands and slipped
the ring through her finger. '6 months from today, we will be
married' he stated with a beautiful smile.
Geet
frowned at his words, 'why 6 months?' she asked.
'You'll
see' he replied, as he bent his head and pressed a promising kiss on
the palm of her hands.
***
None
of them knew how mere days had turned into months, as both Maan and
Geet continued to create loving memories with one another. Geet's
laugh had turned more joyful and gleeful. Despite her deteriorating
health, Geet's face glowed predominantly with vibrancy and requited
love. The will to live had become her strength, no longer did she
fear the outcomes of the future.
In
a haze of newly established memories, Geet brushed her fingers
through Maan's hair as he slept on, unaware that she had awoken. Geet
took a shuddering breath and smiled affectionately at his sleeping
form. Maan's head was placed on her pillow, his arms locked
protectively over her waist. With an impulsive need, Geet placed a
kiss onto his forehead, 'I love you' she murmured. Maan responded
with a sleepy grunt, thus pulling her more tightly in his embrace.
Geet
laughed softly and ran her fingers up and down his muscled arms. She
turned her head and looked at the bathroom door. She desperately
needed to go to the toilet and also needed to have a shower.
Unwilling to wake him up, Geet softly removed his arms from her waist
and removed the blanket covering her lower body. Her legs were stiff
as she tried to raise herself up to a sitting position.
Gasping
in pain, Geet almost screamed from the torture of having to sit up.
As if sensing something was amiss, Maan unconsciously placed his hand
onto the empty pillow. His eyes shot open as he realized she wasn't
there. Maan raised his head and noticed Geet sitting up, inhaling
deeply through the excruciating pain. Maan rose and ran towards her,
'Geet why didn't you wake me?' he stressed out. She touched her waist
and gasped, 'I didn't want to disturb you' she managed to say through
clenched teeth. Maan held her hands and slowly helped her to stand
up, 'If you really care about my feelings so much, then please stop
hurting yourself and me' he requested in worriment. Geet nodded her
head and grabbed hold of his arms for support, 'I need to go
bathroom'. Maan placed his hands over hers, and ever so slowly,
walked her towards the door.
'Thank
you' she murmured as she went inside the bathroom, holding onto the
walls for support. Maan stood reluctantly outside the bathroom. 'Ah
can you close the door please?' she asked. 'No' he retorted in
anxiousness. He had once allowed her the privacy of relieving herself
on her own, and till this day, he regretted his actions. Not only had
she locked the door, but she had spent more than 15 minutes in the
bathroom. Maan's hair had literally turned gray from stressing as he
walked endlessly in the room, waiting for her to finish. Losing
patience he had called out her name but Geet had not responded. Maan
had instantly broken the door, only to find her toppled onto the
ground, unconscious.
'Maan,
I wont faint this time' she stated out.
'Forget
about it' he murmured, 'either quietly relieve yourself or I'm taking
you out of the toilet'.
'Damn
you' she muttered in embarrassment, 'this is why I didn't want to
wake you up. You won't even let me pee in peace'.
Maan
snorted at her words.
'Maan'
she called out uncertainly.
'What
is it?' he asked.
'Can
you turn the tap on?' she requested. Maan frowned at her request,
'why?'
'Just
do it!' she exclaimed.
'But...Oh....'
it finally came to him. Maan laughed loudly, 'you don't want me to
hear you pee!'
'I
hate you' she sulked in humiliation.
Maan
laughingly entered the bathroom, ignoring her gasp of outrage. 'Calm
down princess' he replied charmingly, 'I've been showering you for
almost 6 months now'. That said, he turned on the tap and walked out
of the bathroom. 'You've been showering me, because you wont let the
damn nurses do it!' she retorted. 'Why should they?' he asked
normally, 'When I'm here, theres no need for a nurse'.
'There
is a thing called having shame and privacy' she called out.
'But
I'm your husband' he retorted.
'Husband-to-be'
she corrected, 'your still not legally married to me'.
'Marriage
is just a term of formality' he murmured, 'our relationship is much
more than that'.
'Okay
I'm finished now' she called out as she flushed the toilet and
gripped the walls; and walked towards the tap to wash her hands.
Maan
strolled into the bathroom, 'it's time for you to have a shower' he
stated. Geet blushed, 'I know' she murmured. He stood behind her and
quietly unbuttoned her hospital gown. Geet's hands tightened in a
fist, as she felt her bare back scorch red in embarrassment. 'Your
still shy from me?' he whisperingly asked, as he gently kissed her
back. Geet closed her eyes from the sensation of his touch. 'I feel
so bare and awkward' she confessed. Maan turned on the shower and sat
her down onto the shower chair. 'There's no need' he whispered, 'I'm
not looking at you in a bad way. Because all I can see right now is
your beautiful face'. Geet shivered as the water sprinkled onto her
body. Maan gently scrubbed her arms and legs. Geet laughed at the
ticklish feeling and substantially felt herself relaxing. He massaged
her head, cleaning her weakened hair. Geet gave herself up to his
gentle care. Eventually after a few minutes, through closed eyes,
Geet heard Maan turn off the shower. She opened her eyes and watched
Maan smile affectionately at her as he dried her entire body up with
a towel. Then after being completely dried, Maan wrapped the towel
around her body and lifted her up into his arms.
'Have
you been keeping up with the date Mrs Khurana?' he murmured.
Geet
raised questioning eyes to his, 'no?' she replied honestly.
Maan
rolled his eyes in good humour and carried her towards the calendar.
'Look now' he encouraged.
Geet
looked at the calendar for several seconds, unable to understand what
he was trying to show her. Suddenly understanding dawned within her,
'in two days' she gasped out in surprise.
'6
months will be completed' he finished off her sentence.
Geet
stared at Maan in shock, 'which means.....' she whispered.
'Our
wedding day' he replied with a grin.
[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ombo3wixpQQ[/YOUTUBE]
The song is used to describe the feelings and atmosphere as to when Geet wakes up and stares at Maan sleeping.
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