FF: New York times with Maan&Geet Thread 3 05/03 - Page 76

Switching to third person omniscient  starting this update. Sorry I'm moving away from the regular monologue type updates.

Part 72: Catch and release.

"Eureka..." his mind screamed as he stared tirelessly at his laptop screen and came up with another one of his "Get Geet schemes". It was almost passing as a splendid idea to himself, but would it make past her towering standards for an apology? He had thought over it a hundred times since they had landed in NY. Well the original plan was to talk to her openly about why she had been kept in the dark in the matters of his sister. But now mere words did not seem like the only tool he could use to penetrate her fury. There are matters that could disappear with a bouquet or a kiss and then there were those that could make your manager seem the most kindred soul on earth. And today, he wanted to write a love letter to his senior director, for he seemed more approachable than her.

Every time he had crossed her, she had frozen with cold surging anger, that he had altogether stopped moving out of the couch. It seemed she had jailed him to one part of the house and it did little to ease up the job he had been busy with all afternoon. If she made up for half of why his nerves twitched by his left shoulder, then the press took care of the right. All in all, the world was closing down on him and he felt like a helpless pawn on a chess board, with the exception that he didn't have just one opponent, but two; his Mishti was quite ready to tear him up, if he was going to delay his penitent actions any further.

Dawn had retired and now dusk roamed freely, when Daadima could not help bring up the morning's incidents. It was time for her daily soap, but since he was still on call with his PRs and accountants, she simply had to stir up something interesting enough to amuse herself, rather than switching on the television.

Just as Geet stepped out of her room, Daadima asked her to apply haldi to Maan's forgotten bump, on his forehead. She inadvertently sulked at the thought of going next to him. Nodding weakly she took the bowl that Daadi handed to her. But as she moved closer to where he was seated, she let out a dramatic mental scream. What was she going to do? Deny Daadima to confirm her suspicions that she was miffed with him. Even miffed was a small word and perhaps there was no word that could deliver the strength of the wrath that now brewed inside her, she thought to herself.

Lacing her steps with reluctance, she trudged the span of the living room to sit by the corner of the couch he was seated at. This was quite interesting to him, for she was diagonally turned away and continuously kneaded her fingers into the yellow paste in the small bowl, as if that small movement defined the next coming of time.

Ignoring her presence, he continued the call turning the other side, to face the wall. As Geet tilted her head backwards, her eyes glowering with disgust, it annoyed her more to see him avoid her and having spun around towards the wall. It took some guts to play around with a rabid wife and here he was pushing her limits. God save Maan, Daadima thought as she peeked from the dining room, cozily taking seat in one of the high chairs near the kitchen island.

Daadima had noticed the overwhelming silence between the duo and had thought about ways to put them in an awkward position, such as the one they were in now. She was no super woman who could read Geet's desperation for her husband to break the cold barriers that only grew nippy and dipped further below freezing temperatures. But the expectant eyes that Geet had shot his way, every time he had ended a call, hoping he would take time out for her, had been good enough for Daadima to understand the need to butt in and take control.

Right when Maan bent down to place the laptop on the side table, her fair hand with the bowl jutted into the space between his face and the table.

Unable to help the smile on his face, he raised his head to face her, while his body kept at the same position he had been in a moment ago.

"Tumhe kuch chaiye Geet?" he asked in a teasing tone, knowing quite the purpose of the yellow mush that had coated her fingers.

"Daadima...chahte hain ki main..." she paused to look away before she continued "Yeh haldi ki patti lagana hain"

To his surprise she had spoken back to him. Well talking was a good sign, wasn't it? He thought. Up until the point he had not heard her voice, Maan had hoped he would be able to get past the day without awakening his annoying need to speak to her, but as her grudging voice reached his ear drums he could not contain his desire to have more of her around him. It was an itch he never could control; to toy with an irked Geet and now that he was married to her it seemed all the more fun. The violent power play, the tugs by the wrist and firm holds by her waist, all signs of textbook sexual harassment outside the home was too much to resist when it translated into unruly foreplay with her. It had boorish undertones, but as he remembered her confession to having a strange liking towards the same, it made him want to gamble his luck and see if something more could come out of the anger she simmered in; An upsetting kiss was still fulfilling than going to bed without one at all.

"Teek hain Geet laga do..." he said as he took the laptop back in his hand and placed it next to him on the couch. Heaping the papers and magazines in the middle of the sofa towards the laptop, he created a fort of obstruction around him. Daadima wavered for a quick minute as she tried to make sense of what Maan was doing. He was already at one end of the couch and next to him was the laptop and the long pile he had just gathered, leaving Geet no option but to sit on the hand rest of the sofa or on...his lap. As she latched on to the cheeky plan of her grandson, she had a hearty laugh at how Maan had caught on to the one opportunity that was favoring him that evening. Daadi had hoped for a word tease, but the scene that might play out in the room would not pose the drama she had favored for and so she quietly left for her room; all the more happy while Daadi was at that, for she had no doubt in her grandson's abilities to take control.

"Yeh sab hatayenge...main kahan pe batoongi?" Geet sharply turned away, stomping her stubborn leg hard on the floor; her anklets clanking in agreement with her disinclination to stay near by.

"Nahin..agar lagana hain, tho mere godh main bait ke laga sakthi hain" he said sternly.

Carelessly picking up a magazine, he ruffled the pages as he waited for her to make a decision. She thought for a few seconds and shot a glance towards the kitchen looking for Daadima. When she found no one was around, Geet decided to give up and not to give into his incredulous demands. As she was about to place the bowl by the side table and clear out from sharing the same air as he did, he swiftly yanked her by her wrist and held her in a securing hold. His arms went around as arresting snares, confining her to the little space and that brought her close to his chest. So much for trying to stay away from him, she thought. The conspiring universe had secretly answered Maan's prayers.

Geet had had a jerking fall while she had landed on him and now tried to grab on to him for support and to stabilize her position. In the involuntary second, in order not to lose ground, she had clutched severely onto his taut shoulder and balanced the round dish when the turmeric waved and threatened to flow out in those tremulous moment.

Her ill humor was not helping as she moped to get out of his clasp, making him wary and close down all chances she had to avoid the inevitable that were forming in his mind. No doubt she had provisional hatred for him, but strangely having had no contact with him over one whole day had made her sensitive to his touch. Her skin tingled at the places his fingers landed and she was now, only putting up a fake protest. She wondered at how quickly her physical needs had overshadowed her mental requests and had left her body a puppet in his hands; her willing mind only controlling the faux efforts to get away, so as to put a show for him.

"Maan...please yeh sab naatak band kijiye...mujhe aapse koi baath nahi karni hain" She said as he steadied her in his clasp.

"Geet mujhe tho laga ki tum haldi ki paati lagana chati thi...agar tumhe baat karna hain tho teek hain...bolo" he said, acting unbelievably ingenuous.

She rolled her eyes and went on "Nahin main ne kaha na,..ki mujhe kuch baat nahin karni hain...Main bus yeh patti laga ke chale jovoongi..."

"Arey...maine kab mana kiya...tho laga do." he said pulling her closer as he smiled.

"Aur kuch nahin na? Tho chup...samje aap" she said, wondering if what she asked of him made sense.

Well she could have very well skipped the nursing his bump part, but she had gloriously chosen to stay in his solidifying grasp, giving him all cues necessary that she had fallen for his trap. Maan smirked as he registered his superior hold on her only to have her glare at him in return.

Scooping up a little of the cool mixture, she raised her hand to apply some on the red bulge on his forehead as her bangles slid down to jangle in her shivers. She wished he would not read into how much the little distance between them affected her, but then one could only hope in such weak moments, for he held her gaze intently, mooring her desires for him deep into her. Turning a blind eye to the location and posture they were seated in and ignoring the aspect of being in the living room they carried on their amorous acts.

A sudden desire sparked in Maan as he moved like that of being stuck in a trance to smear some of the haldi mixture by the curve of her neck. Closing her eyes, as she dragged her slumbering hand down while a warmth crept inside her, Geet left a long streak of turmeric by the side of his face. As her fingers lowered by his jaw, Maan turned to place a kiss on her upper hand. The burst of anger from the previous day had rumbled a noise of displeasure in her that was now quieting over his touch; the space and time they had cut off from each other had left their senses heightened and their restraints vulnerable than ever. She listened in as her breaths grew thicker with carnal appetites and whimpered at the touch of his hand over her waist.

He paused and peered at her as he watched a simpering Geet arch towards him. She had never been so inviting to him and he took her up on that offer while an enamored feeling gnawed him to explore the situation further.

Taking the bowl and placing it on the table, he picked up some more of the paste and artfully traced the sides of her hips as his arm encircled her; his splayed fingers spreading the paste in smooth caresses to send a tingle up her spine. Geet let go of herself and inched in closer, as Maan leaned in and layered kisses by the hollow of her neck. She suffered in his slow pace and weaned herself of the hesitation while her knees moved up and she curled her toes beneath.

He needed no sign and went ahead to kiss her on her lips, shaking off the vacillation he had had, in him minutes ago. She didn't kiss him right back, but his persuading lips, left nothing to chance and kept at it until she gave in eventually. The dense passion that filled her almost left her questioning if she wanted such intervals of physical resignation; the interlude had made their fondling all the more alluring, proving the clich that there was nothing overrated about foreplay. She smiled at that thought while she continued to kiss him fervently.

Shy that she was as they pulled away from each other, Geet got on her feet at once and paced to the bedroom. Not wanting the feeling in them to die down sooner, Maan picked up behind her, only to have the large white door, shut fast, right into his face which had him fly behind a few steps that grave instant.

"Ab yeh kya mazaak hain Geet?" He clawed into the door hinges and called out to her.

"Maan...Main aur mazaak?...bus sone jaa rahi hoon" she retorted quickly.

"Geet...yeh natak nahin hain tho aur kya?...ab tak kiss ki aur..." he landed his fist on the door, knocking gently. Pleading her mentally, not to leave him all high and dry.

"Aur...Maan" She giggled at his loss of words to complete his sentence. Now it was her turn for her much needed revenge.

"Bus mujhe jo chaiye maine woh le liye...you are not yet at the receiving end Maan..." She quickly opened the door to taunt him; sticking out her tongue in a playful manner and jabbed the door at him once again.

There was little doubt that she was not afflicted by their lovesick acts in the living room, but this was required too. He had ignored her cold shoulder yet again and had exercised his will at ease. Perhaps it was time Maan knew that there were no shortcuts when it came to making up. And this she knew he had to know firsthand for all the times that were to come. With hollowed needs, Geet settled into bed for a long night, sighing and wishing in array that her husband would crossover some barriers sooner than later.

Maan stood by the door for a while, as he folded his arms and waited for her to open the door for him. He sighed as realization dawned upon him some time later. He had indeed underestimated his astute wife when she had yielded those wanton minutes, but now he knew that she had in return calculated him rightly. He smiled at what his unapologetic acts now cost him; A desperate him, who was to sleep on the couch by himself, stewing in vexation and agony.

Her catch and release trick had delivered a perfect punch to an unyielding Maan. Ouch!

Another update? I know...Third pinch of the week. Please post your comments and feedback. Like button is always welcome.

Edited by 6thElement - 13 years ago

O O.....awesome......
i love geet....she understands maan so well and submissive and authoritative at the same time......
oh she knows well how to play along and then get the upper hand....and very truly said that he very well in the beginning needs to realise that he is not the boss only.....she will choose when to make him the boss to satisfy his male ego and when to become one self to show that she is not the easy opponent,,,,,
👏
Edited by libra25 - 13 years ago

See hasini!!!

hmmm not liking Geet tadpofying Maan poor guy 😭

Ouch.... Poor maan...lol... Awesome part...

OMG another update this week? YESS!

lolz.....
loving this chulbuly Geet....
i don't believe this ...she actually left him all high and dry..... lolz.....

poor Maan.....

poor maan.........but loving this geet!!!

wonderful part.......loved it!!!

wow... another update... awesome... loved it...

wow what a part ....
loved the game

awesome dear