Sunlight streamed into bedroom through tiny slits between the
long drapes covering a huge window. Melodious chirping of birds mixed with
ruffling of leaves due to a light breeze created a new mix of melody. Tiny
droplets of morning dew settled delicately on the edge of grass leaves, all set
to fall onto the ever-thirsty ground.
He turned around in his sleep, lazily putting his arms on
her to pull her closer. His eyes fluttered open feeling the warmth of her skin.
He adjusted his eyes to the bright sunlight streaming into their room by
blinking a few times before his eyes met his angelic wife, instantly putting a
smile onto his lips. He propped his head on his elbows and proceeded to admire
her. She slept serenely with her blanket tucked under her chin revealing only
her beautiful face. In spite of wearing no make up her face glowed under the golden
rays of the sun. Her usually bewitching eyes that changed emotion every second
was veiled with sleep. Her perfectly carved nose that scrunched when she was
angry or confused didn't twitch a bit. And how could he forget those soft and
luscious lips satisfying his whole sense of being with its simple smile and
drugging his senses with its mere touch? It stayed perfectly still tempting him
to taste the nectar of immortality hidden in the depth of its crevices. He
wondered, how would they feel if they were to resume their respective jobs? He
pointed his finger right above her head before letting it slowly touch her
forehead. His long and slender finger bit by bit trailed down onto her
forehead, passing in between her eyes and running over her nose before finally
landing her lips. He paused to feel her soft petal like lips as he sensuously
traced them only to have her stir lightly. His smile turned into a grin seeing
her stir with his touch and continued to run his finger over her face.
Disturbed by his touch, she caught his hand and wrapped her
hands around his. Undaunted at the fact that his hand was caught under hers he
simply chuckled. He slid closer to her face and softly blew on her face. His
hot breath hit her milky white cheek, caressing her face before reflecting away
to displace a few strands of hair on to her face. She slightly shuddered in
response and groaned, her voice laden with sleep only to release his hands and
turning slightly to the other side.
"Maan, chodo mujhe!" he heard her croak throatily, slapping
away his hand from her face. "Mujhe neeni aa rahi hai."
"Ouch Geet!" he hissed, rubbing his arm where she had hit him.
Annoyed at the fact that she happily continued to sleep after slapping away his
hand, he decided to give a piece of his mind. "Arre ek choti si touching ke
liye itna gussa?" he asked incredulously. "Ab tumhe meri touching se bhi
problem hai?"
"Haan, ab don't disturb me," she asserted without second
thought.
Ah! The guts of this
woman! "Teekhai agar aisi baat hai toh
I'll never touch you," he declared, clearly annoyed at her indifference.
"In
fact, I won't even have anything that you have touched," he added stubbornly.
Geet opened her eyes at his sudden declaration, amused at
his response. She smirked seeing him scrunch his eyebrows, eyeing her wearing
one of his cutest pouts. He looked so adorable when he was annoyed with her so
she often used to end up riling him. Her personal little cutie teddy with whom
she had the sole rights to cuddle. If only Maan knew she was comparing him with
a teddy, he would be terrified out of his wits, she thought chuckling.
"It's not funny," he admonished, eyeing her angrily. She only
smiled in return and winked at him.
"Are you sure my love, you cannot change your options later,"
she taunted, smirking at the impossibility of his assertion.
"I. Am. Sure," he stressed every word grinding his teeth.
"Toh phir teekhai, I was thinking of doubling up for some hot shower.
Ab that's not possible," she shrugged nonchalantly before getting off
their bed and walking away.
Maan gaped at his conniving little seductress as she walked
away towards the bathroom, tying her hair up. He slapped his forehead and fell
back on the bed suppressing all those racy thoughts. There was no use crying
over spilt milk, was there? She had shamelessly voiced her thoughts and walked
away coolly igniting him to unreachable heights. 'Why did I have to declare that mindlessly?' he thought wistfully.
It would at least a take him few cold showers before he could even think
straight.
Maan was sitting on the bed, leaning on the headboard and
reading newspaper when he heard her open the door and walk out of the bathroom.
He watched her walk out of the shower wrapped in just a white towel, combing
through her wet locks. He was trying hard to decide whether she was looking
more delicious before she went into the shower or walking right out of it like
a freshly blossomed daisy. Even before he could make a choice he saw her
stealthily walk towards him, mischief clearly written in her eyes and touch the
newspaper he was holding, forcing him to drop it down. "Argh!" he groaned,
peeved at her act. She giggled, cocking her eyebrows up, her naughtiness
evident in her eyes. He decided to get his mind off and started to walk towards
the shower when he realized she was wearing one of his favorite perfumes. He
had gifted it to her last year for her birthday and always loved when she used
it. It smelt just liker her—bubbly, sweet, with a bit of musky edge to it. He
took a deep breath savoring the sticky sweet smell and let out a longing sigh
as she walked happily past him. Not wanting to show he was affected by her
presence, "Geet I'm going to workout," he announced before running away
towards his gym, not trusting his self-control with her frolicking around him.
Geet burst out laughing happy that her plan was indeed
working. Poor guy, he always ends up saying things he never intended to only to
regret it the next second. Well that habit of his certainly needed some pruning
so she decided to test his limit today. She happily skipped away gleefully,
planning her next move.
Maan stepped into his personal gym where he practiced Tai Chi.
The martial art gave him his much needed concentration along with stamina and
boost of energy. Ripped and well-toned body that girls died for was a side
benefit of practicing any such martial arts. He couldn't do much to prevent it,
could he? Moreover, it had initially helped him win Geet when he had tricked
her into learning it in the name of martial arts. Those classes that he looked
forward to teaching her 'the moves' as she stealthily drooled over him, although
she would never admit it. Tai Chi also gave him a chance to rework and
reorganize his thoughts yet at the moment he could hardly move his hand. Geet's
image of walking out of shower as well as her alluring perfume had overtaken
him to the point where he didn't realize that he was wearing his workout pants
backwards! He quickly changed them and set it right, removed his wife-beater,
and rolled up some hand-tape on both his hands. He decided to warm up a bit and
walked towards the punching bag. He crouched a bit and was about to begin
punching when her fragrance hit his nostrils promptly. He froze allowing his
senses to take over as he once again took a deep breath, inhaling her sweet
scent. He distinctly heard soft tinkling of her payal as she walked down the
hallway and into this room where he stood awaiting her arrival. Before he could
help it she stood temptingly few feet away from him playing with her fingers.
She had conveniently held her hands in front of her midriff giving a sizeable
view of her navel partially hidden behind her saree. But what caught his eyes
were the tiny objects dangling around her waist. Oh my God! Realization dawned
upon him as he recognized the belly chain he had gifted her on their wedding
day. He mentally slapped himself for foolishly uttering something this morning
causing his wife to parade around the house tempting him at each action of
hers. He stared without a blink as his eyes refused to leave the place where
her belly chain delicately hung on her lower hips.
"Maan," she stretched his name seductively allowing him to
fully absorb her as she stood. "Aapko breakfast mein kya chahiye?"
she asked, her tone dripping with saccharine.
"Tum," he uttered still in trance.
"Magar voh aapne hi kaha tha na ji, aap hume touch nahi karenge,"
she said blinking innocently and biting her bottom lip.
"Huh?" he broke away from his trance and let her words sink in.
His expression changed from bewilderment to regret to finally annoyance. "Mujhe
kuch nahi chahiye. Tum, tum, apna kaam karo," he barked annoyed at
himself more than her.
"Ji, jo aap kahe," she nodded meekly before turning to leave.
She grinned and mentally did a victory dance as she walked into the kitchen.
As soon as she left Maan punched the punching bag. "Ouch!"
he hissed in pain holding his knuckles because he had not positioned his
fingers properly before punching and so had hurt his fingers in the process.
Maan walked out of the gym, furious that his efforts of
keeping her off his mind wasn't working even a bit. Irked that he couldn't
concentrate, he decided to take a cold shower. "Geet ke Babaji, yeh sab ke liye
main chun chun kar badla lunga, yaad rakhiyega aur phir mat kehna ki maine warn
nahi kiya!" he exclaimed pointing his finger up. Occupied with his
thoughts, he directly walked into the shower, completely forgetting to take his
towel. He threw away his clothes and opened the shower to let the cold water
cool his mind and body.
Maan finished up with his shower and brought his hand out to
grab his towel only to be shocked to find none there. He had totally forgotten
to bring one in his hurry to take a cold shower. "Shit Maan, ab bhugto!"
he cursed shutting his eyes in regret. "Geet!" he yelled from the bathroom.
He had no other option but to call her. "Geet!" he yelled again hearing no
response from her.
"Haan, aa rahi hoon," he heard her finally reply after several
tries. "Kya hua Maan? Tum itne chilla kyun rahe ho?" she asked clearly
irked at his continuous yelling.
"I forgot my towel. Could you please get it to me?" he asked
his teeth already beginning to chatter due to his cold shower.
"Ji aayi," she said before heading to bring his towel and walk
into the bathroom. Maan slightly pushed the shower curtain away and put his
hand out for Geet to place the towel.
"Geet jaldi do, I'm cold here!" he urged, shivering more.
"Maan main aa gayi, magar…" she paused.
"Kya magar-wagar, give me the towel!" he shouted.
"But I touched it, so I am sorry baby you cannot have it. Go fetch the
towel on your own," she coolly declared. Maan was about to call her back but it was too late. He
heard her close the bathroom door. "Argh!" he shouted punching the
wall.
"Is everything alright jaan?" she asked walking into the
bathroom again.
"Nahi!"
"Okay," she shrugged before walking out once again.
Maan heard the bathroom door close with a click again and
grit his teeth at the guts of this woman. Well he was talking about Mrs.
Khurana afterall who sent people scuttling away with her mere glance. He shook
his head as another bout of chill air hit him making him shiver more. Having no
other option but to go and get his towel he peeked out of the bathroom door to
see if it was clear to walk out. He looked to the left and then right and
creaked the door open. He slowly placed his right leg outside and opened the
door wider to put his other leg out. Trying to cover his front and back and
stealthily hopped towards his closet leaving fresh droplets of water behind. He
was about to open his closet and grab his towel when he heard her muffling her
laughter. His eyes opened wide in shock as realization sunk in that she was
still in their room hiding and watching him walk out in his birth suit. He
looked behind to find the source of laughter wiggling to cover up. He saw her
slowly walk out of her hiding place, her hand on her mouth and loudly laughing
at his plight. He stood glued to his place and his face heated up as her gaze
traveled over his body. She threw the towel she had in hand while her melodious
laughter echoed through the room. As soon as the towel touched him, realization
that he was standing stark naked in front of her hit him. He instantly took the
towel and tied it around his hips. He looked away completely embarrassed of his
plight when he heard her tching. He looked up to see her shaking her head and
giggling, mischief dancing in her eyes. She paced towards him, her eyes still
teasing him as she forwarded her hand to run her finger sensuously down his
chest and finally down his abs. Her touch burned him by the second as she
explored every contour of his abs before reaching to the knot of the towel. He
hissed in pleasure and was about to make her his prey only for him to realize
he was too late. She had made him the prey and had his hand pinned to the wall
while she tortured him. She paused at the towel knot and bit her lower lip
pretending to weigh her options of opening versus not opening it. Before he
could command her she had completely fallen on him, pressing her body over his
and arousing every nerve fiber in his body.
"Geet!" he growled wildly. He threw his head back and rolled
his eyes closed in sheer pleasure.
"Aww too bad Mr. Khurana, you can't touch me aur sirf main enjoy kar
sakti hoon," she whispered huskily, her hot breath falling on the crook
of his neck. "This is fun, don't you think?" she teased pressing her tiny
body more against his.
"Geet, I swear," he grunted completely aroused.
"Well I think it's so much fun," she answered unperturbed
running her hands along the line of his towel and purposefully brushing his
skin along with it. "So long Mr. Khurana!" she said subtly brushing her tongue on
his lips before disappearing out of their room.
Absence of her body over him made him open his eyes. "She'll
be the death of me!" he cursed, his body still swimming in the pool of
desire. He needed to get back at her, that too right away. She just cannot walk
away leaving him in this state. It was a deadly sin for which she would pay
dearly. And he would make sure she pays in his own perfect and sweet wicked
way. But at the moment to get him back under control he needed something.
Coffee! Ah that's what he needed at the moment. Maan shook
his head cursing his slow brain to think of an alternative to set his mind
right. He would make himself some refreshing and hot coffee that would not only
keep her off his mind but also calm him a bit before he could come up with
anything. He hurried downstairs throwing away his towel and his hair still wet
from the shower.
Maan rushed into the kitchen wearing just his track pants
leaving his upper body bare. He looked around to find Geet missing from there.
Satisfied he went to prepare himself a nice hot cup of black coffee.
Strong aroma of coffee filled his nostrils as Maan poured
black hot liquid into his cup from the coffee maker jug. Dropping a small cube
of sugar he stirred the contents of the mug. "Ah, nothing makes my day like
coffee," he said to himself and took another bout of air, inhaling the
coffee smell. He was about to pick up his mug when he saw her promptly stand on
the other side of counter and stretch her finger forward. "Geet not the coffee please!"
he pleaded only to see her touch his cup.
"Oh, oops! Now no coffee for you," she sympathized yet a
crooked smile lingered on her lips.
He let out a loud growl, his hands inching towards her as
though he was going to choke her. She stood calmly, cocking her eyebrows at him
while he stomped his foot in frustration and walked away. She laughed out
loudly at his anger as she successfully had him riled up. She was engrossed in
her own world, doing a little victory dance when she suddenly felt him tickle
her.
"Ah!" Geet gasped loudly as she felt Maan tickle her, brushing
his long and slender fingers near the crook of her neck before engulfing her in
his arms.
"Badmash!" he chided burying his face in her hair.
"Oi, tum toh badi shart laga that you'll not touch, vagera vagera," she
reminded, leaning on to him. "Ab toh you couldn't live without your
coffee huh?"
"Nahi toh," he said shaking his head and placing it in the
crook of her neck. He wrapped his fingers around her belly chain while
generously brushing them around her hips. She moaned in delight and wound her
arms around his neck. "Main
toh bas tere bin nahi reh sakta," he declared placing a tender kiss on
her shoulder. She felt her toes curl in response as a soothing warmth spread
over her. She slowly turned towards him and slid her hands around his bare
neck.
"Accha?" she asked softly, very well knowing the answer. She
stared into his deep chocolaty eyes, reflecting the pure love, overflowing from
the depths of his heart.
Maan nodded his head slightly and bent down to swiftly lift
Geet up and lay her over his shoulders. Carrying her in a caveman style, he
began to walk up the stairs towards their bedroom. "Maan chodo, yeh kya kar rahe
ho?" Geet asked alarmed at his sudden action.
"To show you where all I missed touching you since morning," he
declared boldly causing her to turn beet red and burying her face behind her
hands.
l~THE END~l
once again hoping u all had a blast this diwali...😊 i started off way to excited on this OS but i dont know how much i was able to have u peeps glued to the screen... comment away and lemme know people! I MEAN IT 😡 varna no karmas of love update 😆Edited by Maaneet099 - 11 years ago
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