Wedding Anniversary
Shot 1 : The Huffed Wife
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"My husband has got so clumsy these days. I mean it's actually true, after a few years of marriage everything really becomes bland like grass!" Suneeta squealed twisting her lips in distaste.
"Ask me. After three kids now it feels like more of being with a sibling!" Sameera was not far behind in the troops of trolls as everyone laughed out loud, focusing towards a quiet Geet, "Geet you are not saying anything? Not done. Won't you share your bit of the gossip??"
"That's what I am thinking. Maan is. Um, let's say different!" Geet slowly molded her sentence while those scrutinizing eyes solidified at her.
"Oh, could it be that finally, we found someone who's marital excitement is still running! Aha. Consider us J Geet!" As all their giggles echoed, Geet was deeply contemplating the equation she is having with that man of her dreams over the years!
It was definitely nothing like these ladies described. Even to this day, he doesn't leave her before making her blush like beetroots!
But then thinking more acutely she found the variations of their relationship has definitely been changed. The hot-tempered passionate man that she married was gone somewhere in all the chaos of family life!
Also, the adventure that she was lured into was heavily missing. Maan is milder & teasing over the years! They bicker quite a lot now. But underlying she knows he loves her!
Now that she is thinking her mind was rolling into sadness. Undesired sadness.
She heard the door click as a tired Maan entered while loosening his tie.
A deep kiss landed on her forehead, "Mishty. I am home!" She recollected these days he more often kisses on her forehead rather than those hungry kisses on the lips like the initial days of their marriage.
"Where is Pari? Gudia kaha ho? Dada is home!" Didn't even ask how that lonely wife is, instead goes straight towards their daughter's room!
But this is how it is been since last few years! Why is this irritating her now?
An innocent Pari ran to her loving father like a little tornado and hugged him with her small hands as Maan scooped her lovingly, offering the chocolates his princess demanded.
Adoring his daughter for a few moments he sent her off as this was the time for his bath and Geet has to prepare the servings of dinner.
Just like every other night when Geet was finished with all the household chores she regarded Maan was making their daughter sleep with utmost love and care. He is simply the best father there was not an ounce bit of doubt about it!
A pondering Geet placed herself in the bed as Maan too returned after tucking Pari with the fairies of sleep.
"Umm. Mishty!" His strong muscles engulfed Geet's petite frame pretty easily as he mumbled sweetly into her ears, "I love you."
For some reason, those words pricked her turmoiled heart!
"I. . . love you too Maan." Whispering back she felt the bulge poking on her legs.
It ignited her desires instantly as she craved more for her husband's warmth.
Unaware, an innocent Maan was talking in his slumberous cute voice, "You know Geet our Pari is getting naughtier these days. Every night she needs to hear new stories. Just like you! And see it's already past 12 due to that.
God knows if I'll be able to wake up at 6 for my morning exercise or not! Got an important meeting with Gurgaon client tomorrow 11 sharp!
Please wake me up wifey?"
"You. You are going to sleep right away?" Of course Geet felt immensely disappointed. And her erratic hormones did the job of fuel excellently well.
"Hmm. Jaan. Good night." With that leaving Geet in her huge pouts a vigorously sleepy Maan turned to another side to doze off.
He didn't even plant a single kiss on her lips?
It's comprehensible he must be exhausted but isn't he tired every day? She is tired too. But how can you be tired of love?
Furthermore, her ovulation hormones wanted a lot more, disremembering it's just the other day when he made love to her.
The next morning Maan woke up pretty late. Or course Geet didn't even bother giving the wake-up alarms to him.
However, he got ready at a blazing pace.
"Areh. Where are my car keys? Geet? Have you stolen my car keys again? You little thief!" Geet scrunched her eyebrows hearing all his teases.
She couldn't describe what came at her that she thundered like that in a rude tone, "I am not a thief. Just mind your words. I have no wish to take those rotten car keys. Mujhe aur bhi zaroori kam hote hain!"
Being a bit startled with her unsavory words, Maan smiled weakly, "Woah! Chill! I was just joking Mishty. Why are you so grumpy haan? My baby didn't sleep well last night? Kisi bade se macchar ne kata kiya??" He followed her like a child to pull her in his embrace.
Only that can calm his little angry blizzard.
"Why do you even care?
See here are the keys. And you just need an excuse to call people thieves!" Shoving the keys in his hands she fired a glare of irritation, "Now why are you staring at me like a buffoon?"
Though confounded yet Maan ventured to keep the environment light with his soft teases, "Oho. Aaj toh meri Jaan subhe subhe badi gusse mein hain. Consider your hubby scared! So kuch bolne se Pehle thoda dar ko bhagana padega na??" He tapped on her nose with endearment, proceeding tp wrap his arms around her belly.
But the unyielding wife in Geet tried to push him away by hissing again, "Maan. Harwaqt majak accha nahin lagta. And now don't disturb me. Let me finish cooking. Warna phir you only will yell why the breakfast is not ready!"
"Mishty. Kiya huwa hain? Naraz kyun ho itna?" Sounding anxious, Maan noticed she was not even looking at him.
This could only suggest his Mishty is quite mad. But what could possibly be the reason? Everything seemed to be ok last night!
Is this one of her mood swings?
"Look at me when I talk to you."
"Shuru ho gaye orders. Nahin dekhna mujhe. Jao jo karna hain karlo!" She kept making Rotis adamantly.
"What the hell woman? Why are you testing my patience in this early morning? Just tell me what's wrong. Why are you sulking?" Clenching both her arms, Maan pinned her next to a beam. His watchful eyes noticed every wriggling movement Geet made to free herself from his clutch.
Still not meeting his eyes! Hiding something in those hazels?
"Wait a second is it because I slept yesterday? You wanted to have sex wifey? Just should have given a hint." Quickly shot a glance at his wristwatch, "Umm...Now time is short but will have a quicky one ok." Instantly moving her stole away Maan dipped his nose on her neck planting kisses and unzipping his tuxedo.
Meanwhile searching for the knot of her Pajama as well. His swift hands were roaming all over her sensitive body, making her almost moan which she kept buried inside her throat with a lot of struggle.
Hoisting her up by both her bottoms, Maan hastily placed her on the kitchen slab while standing in between her legs.
Geet got marveled at the instantaneous hardness her passionate husband could deliver in such a precise time.
As passion crested darker inside Maan's eyes, he leaned towards her parted lips to shower his innumerable kisses.
But got appalled when Geet's feeble palms pushed him away and her furious growl echoed in, "You men.. Gggrrr... Disgusting!
Don't touch me! You didn't even bother to ask if this is what I really want. Aur sidha shuru ho gaye?
Everything starts with sex and ends with sex for you haan? Do you think this low of me?" It was such a mixed feeling for her to control her desires and utter those venomous words!
After seeing that baby face of her astonished husband she got even more disconcerted.
What is even happening in between them?
Why can't he understand her? Why can't he simply love her? Or he doesn't love her anymore? This must be a mere duty for him!
Seeing her hazels threatening to spill salt water, Maan spluttered, "What? Low? No? What's wrong if my wife wants to have sex with me. Tumhe kiya ho gaya hain Geet? Why are you not telling me clearly?" Desperation piqued in his vocals as he sought to calm her down!
"Kiya ho gaya hain? Aapne aapko mera pati keh rahe ho? Aapko yaad bhi hain maine kal kaunsi color pehni thi?" She asked with a broken voice, her eyes churned lava.
"I was tired last night Jaan." He concealed his sadness in his nervous smile, "I thought you read me like an open book Mishty. You understand me the same right?" Didn't even let her ken how shattered her words have left him inside.
"Tired? Do you ever discern when I too get tired?
Am I not a human? Or I don't have that same right as you?" Controlling her heavy breathes Geet paused briefly before seething back, "You! Do you even remember what are the last meaningful words you have said to me? Or expressed that you love me?"
"I thought when every night I sleep inside your cuddle that tells you enough about my love." Maan softly brushed his thumbpad on her puffed cheeks, still standing in between her slender legs.
Her cheeks were burning with temperature as Maan wanted to absorb all the tensed heat from her. He loves this woman so much. Yet he is unable to keep her happy these days. There must be ample complaints which are unsaid. Let them come out today.
"Jaan...?? Don't you understand how much I love you?!" His intense voice invoked goosebumps but Geet kept hiding under her anger.
"Main kiya karti hoon din bhar jab aap office mein hote hain? Kuch bhi pata hain aapko?
When I call you and tell you things you just hum from the other side. I am sure you don't even listen to a word I say.
You won't even kiss me on my lips like before. What do I do? Throw myself on you again and again?
Aur phir ekdin aap hi kahenge Geet besharam ho gayi hain!!
Pehle toh phir bhi you used to tell me about your office projects but now? You come back home, have shower, play with Pari, feed her, make her sleep and then you too go to sleep!" As she naively oozed all the fire by her words, Maan kept listening each word attentively letting her spill all her agony.
"In the last twenty days how many words have you spoke to me? Let alone days tell me about last few months?
Is this how a marriage works? Where no excitement or passion exists! Only burdens of duties! Am I merely a duty to you now?
Can you remember the last time you spoke something passionate to me? All the time you are just teasing me. Am I a joker to you? Whom you can only make fun of anytime for your personal entertainment? Is it because I am not so brilli..." He could not let her finish saying further as his fingers pressed deep on her inferno diffusing lips, "Sssuhh...You are too much angry right now Jaan. Tumhi ne mujhe sikhaya hain gusse mein nahin bola karte. We tend to say all the wrong things often when we are angry.
And I am sorry. I am so sorry if I made you.."
"Sorry toh kehna bhi mat. Nafrat hain mujhe ye jhute sorries se."
"Jaan. All the teasing I do is just to make you smile. Everything I do that's for your happiness. I didn't realize it was making you upset. Please forgive me.
When you are angry like this I can't even focus into anything you know it Mishty!"
To increase the difficulty of the situation Maan's phone buzzed loudly as she glared furiously.
Taking the utmost sad sigh of helplessness he picked up, "Yeah...I am coming. Just give me one hour." With the left hand, he kept Geet's adamant frame immured in his loving arms.
Finishing the call he moved towards Geet and cupped her cheeks, "Baby. I have to go. When I'll return tumhari sari shikayat dur kar doonga. I promise!" Leaning to kiss her lips which she obstructed by moving sideways, "Don't.
Mujhe aur koi bahana sunna hi nahin.
Jaiye aap." Shouting madly she started running towards their bedroom as Maan followed her desperately.
He saw she throw herself on the bed, burying her face on the pillow like a huffed child!
Desolated, Maan pleaded by pulling her stiff frame in his arms, embracing from behind, "Please let me hug you. You know I can't leave without that."
"Oh, You will leave without it all right." Won't even mercy a glance at him!!
"At least let me see you for the last time." Trying to take a peek, Maan lovingly parted the hair that covered his fuming wife's beautiful face!!
"No. I don't even want to see your face Maan! Just go. I don't want to hear another phone ringing." Seething vehemently, Geet took another pillow and put that on her head, anticipating Maan's obvious exit!
He loves his work more than anything and she knows all this coercing is a mere temporary illusion!!
Proving her right, Maan's footstep faded out within a few minutes!!
Even then Geet couldn't hold her tears at the disappointment that Maan still went to the office. He still didn't have that heart to cancel his meetings and for one day give his long dued attention to his sulking needy wife!!
The saddest part is that tomorrow is their wedding anniversary and Geet could take an oath that he didn't even remember that or cared the slightest!
Who remembers some petty anniversary after all this years of getting married, right??
It was 2 Pm at the noon when Pari was playing around and a desolated Geet was browsing all the channels with her drowsy eyes!
"Mumma...Mumma. Woh dekho file..Led led..And smoke..." Pari's baby voice pitched high as she clapped towards the television.
Breaking the chains of thoughts Geet noticed the news which said there was a huge fire burning in the Dx complex building. She quickly remembered this property belongs to Maan's Gurgaon client!
Isn't this the client he was having a meeting with?
Her heart churned with fear as she grasped the fabric of her attire. Not wasting a second more she dialed Maan's number.
To her worst fear, it went straight to the voicemail.
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Edited by WaveTeal - 4 years ago
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