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Thinking back at the
day still sent shivers down Maan's spine. It was an unforgettable day for the
both of them, they had sealed their fate together and the rest was history. On
the day of their marriage she finally became his Geeta Maan Khurana yet she
always remained the innocent, beautiful, yet bold at times Geetulu for him.
Maan went behind her
and engulfed her in his arms and kissed her nape. Geet slid her one arm on his
and the other on his cheeks.
Mrs. Geeta Maan Khurana," he whispered hoarsely in her ear.
Geet smiled and turned
around to face him. Being the children of two, she still managed to maintain
her petite and feather light figure. Thanks to his action filled gym sessions
that always brought a blush on her cheeks. She cupped his face and placed light
peck on his lips and whispered, "Happy birthday Maan," fanning her cool breathe
near his lips.
Geet nudged him to
proceed to the dinner table but Maan tugged her back. "Kyun Ms Geet aaj subah
toh aap bahut gusse me the," he joked referring to her bickering after the
"Ahem Mr. Khurana it
seems you were so engrossed about your wife today morning that you failed to
even notice me," she said playing along.
"Voh kya haina Ms
Geet, I just cannot stop thinking about her; her sexy legs," Geet covered his
mouth buy he removed it and continued, "her petite hips, her luscious lips,"
again she covered his mouth, "arre suno toh, her," before he could continue
Geet having no option sealed her mouth with his preventing him to describe her
further. Maan welcomed her soft kiss and slowly responded back deepening his
kiss into a demanding and aggressive kiss. He traveled down further and placed
wet kisses on her jaw line, then down her nape when he heard her moan his name.
His name on her lips further turned him on making him explore further down
before coming back to claim her honey drunk lips. She molded herself perfectly
to his already hardening body allowing giving him better access. They were
running out of breath yet neither of them wanted to let go.
Finally, Geet broke
the kiss breathing hungrily for air. "Bas keejiye, aap do bacche ka baap hai,"
she said her face turning crimson red. Maan's breath was still heavy from all
the kissing yet his eyes glinted with mischief.
"Magar phir bhi I
cannot keep my hands away from you," he said tightening his grip her waist.
"Badmash!" she said
smacking his hand. "Chalo chalo chalo, naaku aakalestundhi (I'm hungry)," she
said holding her stomach.
"Mujhe bhi," he said
biting her earlobe. Geet looked alarmed at his fierceness, and before he could
take any further move, she pulled him into the tent to have their dinner. But
Maan pulled her back and slid a shiny chain on her neck pushing away her braid.
He was hooking it when she took a closer look at it. It was beautiful platinum
chain with a beautifully carved diamond studded initial 'M'. She was surprised
by his gift and looked at him to give him a flying kiss.
Maan managed to close
the delicate chain and replaced his hands with his lips placing a wet kiss on
her neck. She shivered at his touch and shied to hide in his chest and placed a
kiss on his heart, "It's beautiful Maan," she said.
"Just like you jaan,"
he said tucking a strand of loose hair and smiling at her.
Geet opened small
clutch and pulled out a platinum band and slid it into his slender ring finger.
Maan peered at his fingers to see the band, which had the inscription, 'Geet ka
Maan' in cursive. He was overwhelmed by her simple yet beautiful claim and
kissed her on her forehead. "Geet ka Maan, yeh sach kabi badal nahi sakta," he
whispered. She tip toed and kissed his cheeks at his claim.
They entered the tent
and Maan saw the single chair present and commented, "Ab badmash kaun hai?" he
said looking at the chair and cocking his eyebrows at her.
"Of course, it's you,"
she whispered near his ears. "Remember last year, you never let me even get
near my chair and insisted that you sit on your lap the whole time. So I
thought why to waste another chair when you would hover over me," she teased.
"Because I like my
woman on top," he said in his sultry voice.
"Chi po ra (Ugh, go)"
she blushed while lightly pushing his cheek away.
Maan went and sat
comfortably on the chair, pulling Geet along with him. Soft melodious hits were
playing in the background. Geet had mixed a few old and new Telugu melodies as
well as Hindi melodies to create an ambient atmosphere. She sat sideways on his
lap and served his favorite traditional tamarind rice. Although Maan had grown
up eating mostly continental food, he readily switched to a select set of South
Indian dishes that was particularly prepared by his beloved wife. Among the
few, he preferred traditional tamarind rice, gutti vankai (Bagara Baigan,
stuffed eggplant), and avaalu pulusu (stew). Geet fed him with her own hands
that freely allowed him to explore her bare waist. Geet tried warning him to
keep his hands to himself but his touch was melting her and making her knees
weak therefore she moaned and gasped in place of warnings adding to his antics.
Both of them finally managed to somehow eating in the midst of Maan's mischief.
Geet had prepared ras
malai and jangiri for dessert. She filled the plate with some jangiri and held
it for Maan so he would feed her, as it was her favorite sweet. He broke the
circular sweet in half and brought it near her mouth but before she could take
a bite, he quickly withdrew his hands and placed it in his mouth. Geet started
widely at Maan and feigned anger for not feeding her. Without second thought she
grabbed him by his collar, pulled him near and smacked her lips on him, forcing
him to open his mouth and allowing her to steal her sweet from his mouth. Scooping
the sweet from him, she flashed a victorious smile while chewing away the
sweet. Maan simply obliged to be of service to his wife and teased, "Accha ji,
meri Geetulu toh sherni ban gayi." His voice made her realize her bold act and
she bit her tongue and hid in his chest. He chuckled enveloped her in a huge
Later, Geet fed him
some ras malai and Maan purposefully let the milk run amuck from the corner of
his mouth. Geet rushed to wipe it off with her fingers but he held her arms
prisoner. She tried to wiggle her arms off his tight grip, but Maan persisted
"Maan chodiye na, dekhiye
you have milk running over from the corner of your mouth," she said desperately
trying to wiggle her arms out.
"Toh saaf karo na," he
said sounding genuine.
"Maan my hands are
tied," she said lifting her arms to show her hands entangled with his.
"Mujhe pata hai
sweetheart," he smirked. "To wipe it off, you don't need your hands," he said
eyeing her lips and jerked her to come forward. She nodded in negative while
slowly inching towards him. He continued to nod in the positive asking her to
come closer while she continued to deny yet subtly came close to his lips. She
sensually licked off the dripping milk sending chills through his spine. He
moaned in pleasure and aggressively invaded her mouth sucking her sweet breath
away. Geet wrapped her arms around his neck tightly and combed through his hair
while continuing to explore his mouth.
They broke out of
another never-ending kiss when a new song started from the player. It was his
favorite song that beautifully voiced his opinion about his love, Geet. And
today he wanted to share that special moment again with her. He extended his
hands asking, "Mrs. Geeta Maan Khurana, may I please have the pleasure of this
dance," his eyes filled with love and admiration for her.
"The pleasure is all
mine, Mr. Khurana," she said clasping his hands tightly. They moved away from
the table and stood facing each other. Maan slipped his hands into her bare
waist and pulled her closer to him. Geet tangled her hand with his palm while
the other secured itself tightly around his neck. They slowly swayed to the
melodious music and Geet placed her head on his chest and sighed contently.
He lip-synched the
song that he had almost memorized after repeated listening. Geet grinned at his
attempt to lip-synch the song to near perfection and wondered how he even
managed to master her language in a matter of months in the name of love. Afterall,
Maan Singh Khurana could do anything she thought kissing his cheeks. Encouraged
by her kisses, in the midst of the song, Maan twirled her lightly before
hugging her back to him. She smiled at his act and was pleased to return to his
embrace. They danced silently, enjoying each other's company, for a while and
the songs continued to change.
After some time, "Chalein?"
"Bas todi kuch der keliye
shore ke paas jayein?" she asked eagerly for she was always fond of a quiet
night by the shore. He rolled up his pants to prevent the sand from entering
and removed his shoes and put them on the side. He willingly carried her to the
shore and set her down by the waves before settling beside her. She hugged her
legs close to her body so that the water touched her feet before retreating
back. Once he sat beside her in a similar way, she nestled closer to him and
crooned her face near his neck. He slid his hands around her waist and pulling
her closer to him. They sat in silence, listening to the periodic sound of waves
washing their feet.
Few minutes later,
Maan looked down at Geet to find her eyes filled with tears. He knotted his
eyebrows,, turned her towards him, and gently wiped away her tears, "Kya hua
jaan, ro kyun rahi ho?" he asked with concern. She shook her head in negative
and gave a dazzling smile, enhancing her dimples.
"I love you, Maan,"
she said her eyes twinkling in joy.
"I love you too jaan,"
he said cupping her face.
"Thanks for everything
Maan, I just cannot imagine a life without you. Every single day I have thanked
the Almighty for providing two very beautiful kids and such a perfect husband.
I hope this stays like this forever and I am sure with you beside me, this
shall stay forever," she said getting a little emotional.
"I promise you jaan, I
shall always keep you happy no matter what," he said hugging her tightly in a
warm embrace. "Magar haan, agar tum sach mein thank you kehna chahti ho toh,
you know what to do," he said hinting at his desire, his eyes dancing in
"Uske liye mujhe ek
sexy kiss chahiye," she said winking. Maan knew what her sexy kiss meant. He
cupped her face and kissed her forehead lovingly, letting his lips linger there
for a while intoxicating his senses with her aroma. She smiled at his instant
acceptance to abide to her command. He got up and brushed away the remnants of
sand from his pant and gave a hand for Geet to get up. She got up with his help
and turned to walk back when Maan pulled her back, "Jaan don't forget abhi bhi
raat baaki hai, those kisses were just warm up," he winked wickedly. Geet knew
it was going to be a long night so wanted to play along before she surrendered
"Ek minute Maan," she
said bending down and drawing a circle around his feet.
"Kya kar rahi ho
Geet," he asked puzzled.
"Maan, you cannot
cross this circle, samjhi aap?" she said flashing a huge grin and started
walking towards the tent. Maan seemed to be unperturbed by her declaration and
simply waited a few minutes until the waves washed away the line. Geet turned
to see the disappearance of the line and Maan cocked his eyebrows up and down,
asking now what?
Geet bit her tongue
and ran away before Maan could catch her. Maan caught up with her in seconds
and lifted her from behind. She screamed from the sudden contact and begged for
him to leave her only to be twirled harder. After swinging her around for
sometime, he gently placed her on the ground and turned her so that she could
face him. He gave her a quick kiss on her lips and entwined his fingers with
hers before heading back to the tent so that they could wrap up and head home.
Their driver was
patiently waiting for them and once they arrived he quietly drove them back to
the mansion. They reached the mansion quicker than the ride to the beach as
there was no traffic on the way back. As soon as they reached the mansion they
headed towards their children's bedroom to see them safely tucked. They kissed
their darling children and went towards their bedroom. By the time they reached
their room Maan had pulled away hairclips and loosening the long curly hair.
Once they reached their bedroom he closed and latched the door before urgently
kissing her all over her face and traveling down, pulling the saree pallu with
him, exposing her creamy white flesh. And before she knew it both were on the
bed with just the silky duvet covering them, their legs entwined. He whispered
her name, brushing his lip on her eyelids, and once more claiming her sweet
tasting lips. He swept her with him into ecstasy while she closed her eyes and
reveled the pleasure. Moments passed before he slumped next to her panting and
a single drop of sweat fell on her face. She wiped it away from his forehead
and tugged closer to him, letting him envelope her with him. She opened her
eyes to see him warmly hugging her with his eyes closed and a content smile on
"Maan aapko ek aur khush kabri deni
chahti hoon," she said combing his hair. He simply listened with his eyes
closed. "Main pregnant hoon."
alright dearies this is the last part. i was really nervous writing the romantic parts as i am not good at it. hopefully i conveyed what i had to properly if not please look over my mistakes hope u enjoyed it as much as i did writing it i may write an epilogue depending on ur comments so comment away sweeties