~BEZUBA~
I am alright n
neither am angry with anyone. You simply didn't get pm cause I didn't send any.
And, I couldn't update because my laptop is in a bad condition. I have no idea
when this problem would be sort out so please bear with me. Updates for
sometime would be very less frequent.
~PART 12~
Geet raised her head n in the process her lips dragged
along his chest n neck. Maan moaned sexily. Thousands of butterflies fluttered
inside the pit of her stomach. But he was asleep. Geet sighed. *Ab kya karu
babaji kaise nikalu yaha se?* She thought noticing how small she was against
him. He had so completely wrapped her in him, like a mother would do to her
child.
Her each curve n line fitted immaculately into his hard
panes. Her eyes started to drop after a century of mulling over how to get out.
It was futile when in truth she didn't want to go either. His bed was softer
and bigger than hers n his body warm, strong. His breaths touching her head was
a lullaby. For the first time in years she felt secure while sleeping.
Her eyes opened a bit late than her regular time. But the
miracle was Maan being still asleep. He was damn punctual. A clock could tell
wrong time or stop but Maan Singh Khurana couldn't be late. *Bacha lia,
babaji.* She thanked her babaji then very softly pushed Maan's body back. He
was in deep sleep so left her without much difficulty.
Geet took bath n got ready then prepared breakfast. She
brought his coffee. *Yeh toh abhi tak so rahe hai.* Geet banged the door, hard
and Maan woke up with a startled jerk. *Hawa ne kia.* She signed making a sorry
face. Maan had, by now, discovered that behind that innocent face was a naughty
devil. He smiled unusually. Her mouth formed a perfect O. He smiled!! Like...
really smiled, with lips curving n teeth showing.
Maan frowned- Kya
hua?? Geet shook her head rapidly. Yeh
kya hai? He asked picking the note from the table.
*Oh teri, mai iske bare me toh bhul hi gai.* Geet cursed
her memory and tried to sneak out while he unfolded the paper. Ruko. Making a puppy face she stood on
her spot. Sorry. Mujhe wo sab nai kehna
chahiye tha. Mera irada aapka dil dukhane ka nai tha. Agar aapko chot pahuchi
ho toh mujhe maaf kar dijiye. He read aloud from her note.
Tumne mujhe chot
nai pahuchai. He told. Galti... meri
thi, mujhe tumse aise baat nai karni chahiye thi. Geet was nodding. Toh tum agree kar rai ho ke meri galti thi?
Not knowing that he was teasing her she gulped n shook her head. He smiled
inwardly looking down n took a sip of his coffee. It was way too sweet for his
liking, she always prepared it with too much sugar but he never corrected her. Tum raat ko kaha thi?
Stilling for a moment, she started to sign nervously. *Apne
kamre me.* Liar. Maan commented in
his mind. He knew she was in his room, in his bed. He could feel her in the
tangles of sheets, in the warmth of duvet and in the mesmeric aroma mixed in
air.
He liked it. Loved it. Maan always took cat naps, a small
resonance woke him up but last night he had slept a deep human sleep. And
consequently, had woken up without a buzz in head.
Geet checked his forehead because he was smiling again.
*Aapko bukhaar hai kya?* She asked to which Maan rolled his eyes. He stood up n
she sighed at the sight of his biceps. The vest hid his taut 6 packs. Poor
girl. Her eyes followed him, as he walked to the bathroom, observing his
powerful strides, his legs, muscles and that perfect ass. The door closed n
Maan released a long breath. He could still feel her gaze burning him.
Outside the door, Geet chided herself. *Apne pati pe
droll karna band kar aur chalke naashta laga.*
That evening Maan's early arrival confused her as much as
it surprised her. There was a middle age woman with him. Geet, yeh tumhari teacher hai aur tumhe ISL (Indian Sign Language)
sikhayengi. Geet did a Namaste, her heart swelling inside her chest. He had
been considerate enough to provide her with a teacher who could teach her sigh
language. She had always wanted to learn it. If she couldn't speak at least she
could know the language people like her used.
*Dadimaa wo mere lie teacher laye taki mai sign language
sikh saku.* Dadimaa smiled at Geet's obvious elation. Yeh toh bahut acchi baat hai beta. *Unhone mere bare me itna
socha.* Geet told dreamily. Dadimaa was Geet's only friend n confidante. Geet
rarely hid anything from her n so she was very well aware of Geet's attitude
towards Maan. Her sighs' n hayeees', she behaved like he was a film star n
not her husband. *Yeh kal raat ke baad hua, maine aapko bataya tha na..* As
Geet started to turn red again Dadimaa rolled her eyes. Beta kuch hua bhi nai aur aap itna sharma rahi hai. Jab hoga tab...
Geet's eyes widened n she hid her face in hands. Dadimaa
laughed. Accha apne Maan ko thank you
kaha? Geet hit her head, in excitement she totally forgot to thank him.
*Nai Dadimaa abhi nai kaha.* Geet signed. Toh
aap wait kis baat ka kar rai hai. Jake unhe thanks boliye. Geet grinned n
nodded. Aur suniye, aapki class kal se
hai na? Geet nodded. Toh aapki
teacher ko boliyega ke wo humare kamre me teach kare, kyuki hum bhi sign
language sikhna chahte hai. Geet's grin got bigger. She kissed Dadimaa's
cheek then went to Maan's study.
Kya hua? He
knew she was there the second she stepped inside the study.
*Aapko hamesha kaise pata chal jata hai ke mai hu?* Geet
wrote on pad n showed him.
Tumhari chudiya aur
payal tumhara raaz khol deti hai. His comment made her blush idiotically. Kya kaam tha?
She sat on the empty chair before his desk. Maan on other
side looked almost untouchable. *Mai aivayi aapse baat karne ya aapko dekhne
nai aa sakti kya?* She thought making a face then wrote on pad. When he didn't
look up, she reached across the table n shook her hand before his face. The
insistent khanak of her bangles caught his attention n he looked up to read her
pad which said, *mujhe aapko thank you bolna tha, par ab nai bolungi.* Maan
knotted his brows. Kyu? *Kyuki aap
sunna hi nai chahte.* Maan closed the business file he was going through. Aur aisa tumse kisne kaha? *Aapki
ankhone ne jo mere siwaye sab jagah hoti hai. Aap kabhi mujhpe dhayan hi nai
dete.* How cutely she was cribbing to him and how ironic her complaint was. She
was telling he didn't pay heed to her when in reality it was just the opposite.
She was never out of his mind, and that was becoming a serious problem.
Aisa kuch nai hai.
Mai bas office ke kaam me busy rehta hu. Aur mujhe tumhare thank you se bhi koi
problem nai hai.
*Koi problem nai hai?*
Haan, nai hai.
*Pakka?*
Haan. Maan
said mildly irritated.
*Toh apni ankhen band kariye.*
Wo kyu?
*Arre mujhe aapko thanks bolna hai. Chaliye ankhen band
kariye.*
Maan sighed irritably n closed his eyes. After waiting
for like ages he was about to open them when softness brushed his cheek. The
mere touch of her lips made his heart beat go boom-boom. There was no other
contact just her lips on his cheek. He felt them move against his skin as she
mouthed a thank you' n then smiled. He felt it all in every nook n corner of
both his body n soul.
Geet kissed him quickly n then ran from there leaving
behind the eco of sweet chan-chan. Maan sat numb on his chair n touched his
cheek. The more he tried to stay apart n hide, the more she penetrated his
skin. He had thought his walls were solid enough to keep her out but no. They
shattered every time; with lightest of her oblivious attempts n he had to build
them again. And only Maan knew how much he lost n pained every time rebuilding
his guards up.
PRECAP- Maan's
attitude taking U-turn again😕.
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