Mera Maan sirf mera hain! FF p156 - Page 16

Maan wore a sexy black shirt and matching trousers. He wore a white blazer on top. He looked incredibly smart and hot. He went down and sat with dadima and Dev. He was getting restless.

"Bro ladies hamesha time lagati hain sabar kare". Maan was annoyed. Adi rang him.

"Sir party shuroo hain aap kab aye ge jaldi kare"

" Teek hain main ataa hoon". He cut the phone and looked up that he saw Geet coming down the staircase. The sari was looking extremely good on her. Maan was in awe of her sensuality and felt attracted to her. Dadima and Dev looked up and smiled at her beauty. Maan involuntarily proceeded towards the staircase and asked Geet's hand and she gave it.

"Waqiya hi aaj aap bahut achi lag rehi hain, nazar na lage mere Laila Majnu ki jodi ko" cooed dadima,

Dev agreed "Bhabi aaj toh aap bahut ghazab lag rehi hain".

Maan glared and Dev backed off. Maaneet made their way towards the party. As soon as they entered all the party came into a standstill. They were greeted by Mr Chopra.

"Evening Mr Khurana, thank you for coming, aur ye Mrs Khurana hain I guess?"

"Ji"

"Mr Khurana aap bahut lucky ho jo itni sunder biwi mili, love marriage I guess?"

Maaneet gave each other an awkward glance.

"Mrs Khurana maine aapko kahi dekha hain, kaha dekha hain yaad nahi"

Maaneet looked worried did he see her in her past history life....Geet was getting nervous and tearful and walked off Maan looked worried for her and followed her and both reached the dance floor and Maan grabbed her hand for a dance.

Geet realised how close they were and she brought Maan back to his senses by taking his hand off her waist. Maan looked away and both felt uncomfortable with the incident. They excused themselves and left. On the way Maan began talking.

"Geet tume gabrane ki koi baat nahi, tumara beeta hue kal se muje koi waasta nahi, aur agar tume koi kuch kahe toh main hoon na?"

"Nahin Maan I feel bad for you aapki behsti na ho aur muje koi parwa nahin"

"Tum ye baate mat socho aaj tak Maan singh Khurana se koi aankh nahin mila sakta toh meri biwi ke bare main koi kuch bhi nahi kar sakta, samji tum?"

Geet thought *inno ne muje apni biwi kaha, kiya ye dance main such moch aik pati ki tara toh nahi kar rahe teh, nahi nahi Geet aisa mat soch* Maan was too busy thinking about the dance and how he touched her like a husband would. He felt bad at his behaviour.

"Geet I'm sorry muje aise nahi dance karna chahiye tah"

"Koi baat nahi waise toh logo ki nazar main aapki biwi hoon toh dance toh karna pare ga na?"

Maan smiled and both were at ease again. Maan gave some quick glances of admiration.

Dadima was waiting for them eagerly.

"Beta agai tum dono. "

"Ji dadima"

"Party kaisi thi?"

Maaneet look at each other remembering their dance.

"Uhhh teek thi"

"Teek thi Adi ne bataya aap dono ne itna hot dance kiya ke you rocked the floor" said an excited Dev.😆

Geet felt shy and went upstairs to change. Geet was finding it hard to open her dori of her choli. She put her hair on one side. Her back was exposed..Maan walked in and looked at her back and at her dori....he kept looking with lusty eyes...he approached her and Geet felt his presence and turned around....Mahhiii moment. Geet stepped back.

"Wo main dori kol dhoo?"

Geet was shocked and stayed quiet as no one challenged Maan singh Khurana. He came behind and opened it slowly..looking at her reaction and she was dying a thousand deaths by his touch. She grabbed her dori together incase it slipped and ran inside to change. Maan looked on naughtily and changed.

Geet came to bed and Maan began talking to her.

"Geet suno kuch apne bare main batao ke kaise tum Calcutta bazaar main pounch gai"

"Wo mere Baba aik ache insaan teh aur unoo ne aik gunde ke khilaaf bayaan de diya, toh baba se badla lene keliye muje kidnap kiya ur Culcutta bazaar main bech diya. Waha muje Maa Heera bhai mili aur unnu ne muje paala posa aur muje Assia se Geet bana diya. Maa ne muje har buri nazar se bachaya aur main mujre aur stage dance se kaam chala leti. Magar kab tak wo muje bachati kyon ke humara peshe main toh bairye hi hote hain..aur jab pehli baar mere sath zabardast hui toh aap aye aur muje bacha liya" She smiled at Maan.

Maan felt bad for her and carried on asking her about herself..."acha tume kiya pasand hain?"

"Muje ghaana, naachna, shairi, cooking and reading..aur aapko"

"I love camping, swimming, tai chi and driving fast cars....aur kabhi kisi se pyar hua?".

"Hua magar kisi ne kaha hain..ke pyar aik taraf ho toh dhagaa deta hain, agar dono taraf ho toh maza deta hain". Maan knew she was talking about him. "Aur aapko?"

"Huh! Maan Singh Khurana aur pyar never!"...her heart sank..he did not love her.

"Pata hain aap bahut ache hain lekin aapki aik kharaabi hain ke aap apne aap ko sabse bura sabit karne ki koshish karte hain"

"Aik kharaabi dadima toh kehti hain muj main bahut kharaabiya hain khaas kar mera ghusa"

"Aapka ghusa hi toh aapko itna intense aur hot banata hain" Geet realised what she had just said and changed the subject.

"Acha raath bahut hogai hain so jai?"

Both tossed and turned thinking about each other. Geet thought Maan was asleep she got up and was going to walk to their balcony that Maan asked "Geet kaha ja rehi ho?"

She was startled "Wo neend nahi a rehi"

"Acha aa jao mere paas"

"Kiya?!"

"Mera matlab hain bed pe aao main tumare sath baatein karta hoon".

Both lay down facing each other talking about everything under the sun...till both could not keep their eyes open. At night both hugged each other..Maan's taweez and Geet's mangulsutra intertwined. As they were tired both never woke up till Dadima woke them at 10am.

Precap ...(Geet)Meri chooriyan baje kan kan, maine maana tu mera sajan, par choona na mera badan aag lag jai gi.

(Maan) Maine kar dheke sare jatan , O kuch aisi chali hain pawan aag lag jai gi.

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