Maan looked at her exasperatedly and said that he did not care about what the world thought of his relationship with Geet, as he has already accepted her as his wife in his heart and soul. Although Dadi did not approve of his unconventional lifestyle, she did not want to come in the way of his happiness which was clearly in Geet. Realising that Maan was emotionally high-strung at the moment and was not in a mood to listen to anything or anyone, she decided to give in now and press on for the traditional wedding later on, when he was in a calmer and receptive frame of mind. She blessed both of them and asked Maan to take Geet to his room. As Maan escorted Geet up the stairs, Geet had her head bowed like a demure bride, but in actuality she was still to recover from the shock of being forcefully made Maan's wife.
As soon as they stepped into his room, Maan latched the door. He then turned to Geet, and holding her head between his palms, he scorched her lips in a searing kiss. He encircled her tongue in his and sucked on it thirstily like a dying man. Geet was initially taken aback by the ferocity of his kiss, but she was pliant, unable to react immediately. When they were both starved of air, they broke free. He then moved his lips all over her face, kissing her feverishly. Once her entire face was bathed in his kisses, he pulled her towards him and embraced her tightly, not wanting to let go of her. His hands fervently caressed her back in circular motion. He squeezed his eyes tightly, trying to shut out the scary image of Geet's near fall. He shuddered at the very thought of any harm befalling her. She was way too precious and important to him. Geet's close brush with death willed him to celebrate life and she was his life. In his emotionally high strung state, he craved for her like never before. From Maan's embrace, Geet could discern that the desire he had for her went way beyond the physical. She could feel his raw emotional need for her.She set aside her own reservations on Maan's forceful behaviour which conflicted with her sense of self and opened out to him.
The chillness of the air hit her exposed body, covering it with goose bumps. He immediately covered her body with his, insulating it from the cold by lending it his own body's warmth. While he recaptured her mouth, his hands roved all over her body, heating it up to a fevered pitch. Image of Geet's flaying arms as she was on the verge of plunging down to the hall below and his own fear that he could have lost her to the senseless violence unleashed by NT, kept flashing in his mind, intensifying his need to become one with her in body and soul. The flames of his desire were stoked up rapidly and when he could not contain them any longer, he lowered himself and thrust deep to complete his union with her. Hearing her gasp sharply, he paused briefly, but she dug her fingers into the muscles of his back, urging him on. She was more than willing to meet his every need and she completely surrendered herself up to him. The intensity with which he took her showed to her just how deeply he was affected by the events of the day, first it was the chandelier crash in the store room and later it was Geet's near fall. She was overwhelmed and honoured that Maan considered her so important in his life that the thought of any harm coming to her would have such a profound effect on him. The initial pain caused by his roughness, which she so willingly bore out of unfathomable love for him, was replaced by a sublime pleasure and she soon turned from a passive participant to an active one, trying to keep pace with him. At the height of her passion she dug her finger nails into his back and nipped his neck, although he seemed to be oblivious of her aggression.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, holding him tight as he filled her with his love and propelled her on a brisk but invigorating journey of love. The tingling sound of her anklets was as erratic as the rhythm he set, in keeping with the wild swings in his emotional state - from anguish to exhilaration; from anxiety to relief; and from passion to tranquility. Thrown in this whirlpool of emotions, he felt himself sinking deeper and deeper. The resultant frenzied pace of their union pushed both of them tantalisingly close to the brink several times before finally toppling them over. The sensations that coursed his entire body at the moment he peaked were indescribable, as he held her tightly in his strong arms, pressing every fibre of her being against him. He then slowly released her from his vice-like grip and collapsed by her side, panting to regain his breath. Hearing her heavy breathing, he raised himself on his elbow and looked down at her with eyes filled with love. Her eyes were tightly shut and streams of tears had escaped on either sides of her face. Her face looked flushed and drained. Her soft and supple body bore the tell-tale marks of his recent assault. Seeing her in this state he immediately relented for having taken her forcefully, without a thought to her physical and mental condition or what she wanted.
"I'm sorry," he said contritely.
Realising that his regret had more to do with the manner in which he expressed himself rather than the act itself, she put his mind at ease.
"Sh....," she said placing a finger on his lips. "I am not made of porcelain that I would break if my husband handles me with a little roughness. In case you have not noticed, you were not the only impatient and rough one here. Look at these marks I left on you." She pointed at the nail marks on his back and the teeth marks on his neck, showing him that she was as much a willing participant in the entire coming together.
"They were the automatic outlet for my emotions. I was as emotionally high strung as you were, Maan. I was equally terrified of not being able to see you again. You cannot imagine how relieved I was when you arrived just in time to pull me out before I plunged to my death. As to erasing such a beautiful act between us, I would never dream of it. I loved every moment of it, for it showed me just how much you needed and desired me. I could feel that you were not merely satisfying your physical urge but were trying to quench your emotional thirst too. Nothing can be more fulfilling for me than to satiate both your emotional and physical needs."
She snuggled up to him, and laying her head on his chest over his heart, she kissed it, before closing her eyes in contentment. He smiled and kissed the top of her head and held her close against his side.
Soon he felt his desire for her rekindled.
"Geet!" he called out to her.
"Mmmm..." she replied huskily, opening her eyes and lifting her head up from under his arm, where it was tucked, to see him.
"Would you be too exhausted for a replay, Mrs.Geet Khurana, this time in the way I imagined it to be?" he asked her.
She shook her head in the negative and said she was game for another physical display of his love.
What followed was the most beautiful and tender lovemaking she could ever imagine. Maan took his time exploring Geet's sensuous side. This time, he appeared to be more keen to give rather than receive. He trailed gentle kisses from her forehead to her toes. While doing so he keenly observed her facial and body movements to ascertain what gave her more pleasure and concentrated his attention on those areas where she was more sensitive to his touch. He cherished her with his lips and fingers, driving her over the edge. When she could take it no longer, she pulled him up to her and holding his face between her hands, she kissed him passionately. Realising that she was ready to accept him, he gently merged himself in her. This time the sound of her anklets was more melodious and rhythmic, reflecting the measured pace of their union. After a few minutes, he turned her over so that he took her weight as well as her baby's on himself. They prolonged their union with slow yet deep strokes before letting their senses take over them. As they reached the zenith together, he held her by the waist and locked his lips with hers. Later they slept contentedly in each other's arms, her back caved into his chest, his leg slung possessively over hers,and his hands wrapped protectively around her waist, resting on her gently rising tummy.
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