FF: New York times with Maan&Geet Thread 4 09/13 - Page 10

It was some unknown, indecipherable attraction perhaps, for she had moved instinctively towards that corner of the bed. And when she woke up with a breeding familiarity coursing her skin, her head resting on a higher platform that was taut, yet comfortable, her hand loosely going around the same, she smiled with her eyes closed. She knew it like, it was meant to be, like it was nature's decree that he would be there, perched callous and right next to her, stretching his feet, having her head rested on his lap close to his body. His one hand was caressing her cheek and the other typed something on the laptop to his left side in an uncomfortable setting, when he looked down and noticed her being awake.

"You are up..." He asked softly.

Huh! Shouldn't he be worried? She thought to herself, as she raised her head, her eyes still closed and moved up against his body to settle on his shoulder.

"Hmmm" she mumbled as she buried herself into his neck and to that his arms responded with a tight hug.

"I missed this" she let out slowly "I missed you so much more..." She thought she was about to cry, but then he was already here, wasn't he? And with that consolation, she held her intensifying emotions.

"How is my Mishti doing?" He asked trying to sound serious, but the playful laughter that followed failed to make the intended impression.

She didn't respond, for she was slightly irked that he was dismissing her frail everything that was staring in his eyes. But then again, she was too tired to argue or fight. Not when she had another instinctive feeling she would only get a few hours with him. She hoped she could always act wise or at least have enough clarity about her priorities like this time around, when his questions resounded like possible accusations suspecting foul play.

She pummeled his shoulder gently, knowing exactly where he was going with that. Yet, she remained still in the same position as his hands worked up to her hair and eased it out of her face.

"I'm not answering that. Ask me nicely" she ordered, her voice picking up an ire; although it sounded harmless to him.

"I flew some 3000 miles after one call and you think I'm not serious or nice?" His tone laced with callous curiosity, his laughter hit her once again. As she remained wordless still in his arms, he continued "You better clear up their doubts. Or it will come sooner to bite, than you think"

"It's only last night's dinner at that stupid restaurant" She said sounding weak and reluctant to speak up.

"But they are not affected by it and Daadima..." He paused to face her and looked down on his shoulder while she turned too " As much as she is clever, she wouldn't mind assuming in this matter"

"That brings me to question why didn't you assume that I could be..." She faced him with doubtful eyes and a shy smile.

"May be because I painfully remember how you kept me up all night complaining about those cramps, some four days ago" His hold grew strong as if to make up for his absence at those painful times. But his tone was every bit mocking. She caught the change in his embrace and couldn't help the smile that came after. He was, no doubt, a marshmallow when it came to her being in distress, she concluded.

"Oh! So...you actually listen to me on the calls then?" She asked sounding groggy and intentional as she shuffled beside him.

"Ok Geet! We have had three fights in the last one-week. I really don't want to go that route now" It came more of a caution to her.

Pulling away, she sniffed her dupatta momentarily while she folded her feet. "I smell like puke...I need a shower and if you can get me anything spicy, that would be nice. I'm truly starving" she said slowly with a cry, grasping she had entirely forgotten what if felt like to need anything, ever since she married him.

"I have to give you that you have gotten better at giving orders" Getting up from the bed, he added with a smile "Daadima is a bad influence on you"

"Well I have to say you are to be blamed first...but can we work on that dinner now" She noticed he was already on his way towards the door and so her voice rose in pitch, rubbing her eyes, she said "I'm quite hungry jaan..." In spite of the daze she was in, she caught the slur. She held her mouth in disbelief and corrected herself in a hurry "I mean Maan".

He froze in his tracks. Turning around, he shot a curious gaze at her. With a sheepish look, she got up from the bed to run out, but he came around to catch her fast.

"Maan...Please" she yelled, with a troubled laugh as she rose to her feet atop the bed and tried to escape his extended devilish arm.

He had only been referred as MK otherwise and to hear someone call him in such a manner, that blared corniness at its highest, had the strangest affect on him. The surprising fact was that he actually liked it. And for reasons he didn't know, he wanted to cage her in his arms and have her repeat it until he would get tired of it, if that was even possible to being with.

To her own surprise, she was still fast given that she had not retained anything in her stomach the entire day. Still having given her the lead, he was only faster now and caught her by the foot of the bed. He stood on the ground, as he hugged her by the waist, while she continued to stand on the mattress, her feet sinking into the plush pillow top.

"Hmm...say that again" He moaned as he nuzzled her upper waist.

"Oh! Please Maan" Her words slipping her slinky lips "It's...I mean...It's just so...I don't even know why or how..." She hadn't a clue on what she wanted to say that moment, when his hand slipped inside to touch her bare skin. Bending down to facilitate that much-awaited kiss, she took in his lips. He looked into her soft brown eyes a moment longer, wondering if it was her hazel eyes that had him on a leash. Her hushed whisper broke his penchant for meditating upon her leer.  "Jaan..." she purred seductive, before she locked her lips with him once again.

Without wanting to let her go for the shower, he held her firm by her slender waist and showered kisses across her mid-riff. But it was so wrong to do that, at that exact moment.

Quite terribly inappropriate it was when the picture perfect couple, in that position, confirmed the doubt in Daadima's head as she walked in on them.  This seeing was definitely not to be believed.

To be continued... One more Update in some more time.