His dim distant past- part 1,2 & 3
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So this three parter is an exploration of a loop that was opened in our minds but never closed or explored in the serial, a golden oldie pulled from the vault and updated. It is a little ahem ahem so if u dont like that kind of thing skip it ;))
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She watched him as he slept. The moonlight threw blue and white shadows across his broad muscled back. He slept so peacefully. But sleep alluded her.
Her mind was in turmoil.
Should she tell him? The question played over and over again in her mind.
But what could she tell him? That she had met with the one woman who had effected him so much before her. The woman that had made him hate all women for such a long time. And that she was back in Delhi and spoken to her? A sigh broke from her lips.
He had built such a high wall around himself. Not letting another woman ever effect him again. And it had taken him so long to trust her. A lifetime almost, it seemed sometimes.
How would he take it. Would he dismiss it as something that he no longer cared about, or would he retreat back into the Maha Dusht Danaav that he had been before. Should she, could she afford to take that chance?
There were still many parts of his life that were completely closed to her. Did she have the right to pry open places in his mind that he did not want to go back to?
He had never talked about Sameera to her. But she had heard people gossiping. How could she not. Some people made it a point to gossip about Maan Singh Khuarana. He had been untouchable, was extremely rich, extremely intelligent, but totally recluse until she had come into his life.
The gossips always spoke loudly enough for to hear. Especially those who loved to point out to her that she was a nobody from a small town. How she had managed to snare and marry ‘The’ Maan Singh Khurana they didn’t know.
Would she be opening a Pandora’s box if she told him? How deeply Sameera must have effected him for him to retreat into that space which he had not let anyone into.
There had been so much anger in him when she had first met him. A deep resounding anger that vibrated through him. He had been so angry at her, just for being a woman. Thankfully that anger now was closed off in a part of him which he had put to rest.
Would that anger resurface and destroy the relationship that they had built. The trust? Relationships were so fragile.
A frown creased her forehead as she thought about it, a sigh escaping her lips.
He turned towards her, his hand seeking her softness in his sleep. Attuned to her slightest sound.
“Mishty..” He softly murmured his fingers whispering across her skin.
He had been so insatiable earlier. So intensely passionate. Her body quivered as she remembered the heights of pleasure he had taken her to.
They had come home from the party that one of their clients had given. He had undressed her so slowly letting the fire build in both of them. Caressing and kissing her silken skin that he exposed slowly to his hot slumberous gaze. His eyes blazed with passion as he had made love to her. Lost in his eyes she had responded to him so fervently.
Weaving that deep sensuous magic spell around her that made her tremble at his slightest touch. He played her like a master, teasing, caressing and then possessing her to the full. He took all of her and gave her back all of him and more.
She had drowned again and again in those deep dark chocolate eyes. She had been lost in their world, lost in her husbands passion for her.
Turning onto her side she reached out and lightly trailed her finger down his aquiline nose to his bow shaped lips. His face relaxed in sleep, made him look much younger. He was such perfection her Maan.
That he loved her with a passion, she did not doubt. Would telling him that Sameera had come back to Delhi close him off to her. Her eyes clouded with fear. She could not bear it if he did that. Now he was her love, her life, her reason for being.
Sameera had not been what she had expected at all. She had heard broken bits of gossip that all indicated that she had been some sort of femme fatale. That she had hurt Maan so badly by her infidelity.
But the Sameera she had meet tonight was a lovely lively woman. At the party she gone to the ladies and as she had been straightening her pallu a soft voice had spoken to her.
“Geet?” A beautiful woman had asked. “Maan Singh Khuranas wife?”
Geet had smiled and said yes.
The woman had looked at her for a long moment and then said. “Yes, you are quite perfect for Maan. I am really glad that he found someone he could love so deeply. I have been watching you two tonight and I can see that he is totally in love with you.”
She had touched her cheek gently as a older sister would and said to her “Look after him. Love him passionately, but I don’t need to tell you that, I can see in your eyes that you do already. Don’t ever let him retreat into that lonely sad place he went to before.”
“But who are you?” Geet had questioned “ And how do you know so much about Maan?”
“M..My name is Sameera,” the woman had told her. “A lifetime ago I was engaged to Maan. And then….”
Someone had come into the ladies at that moment and Sameera left the sentence unsaid leaving hastily leaving her open mouthed and confused.
Now Geet wondered what she had been about to say. Sighing she moved closer to the warmth of her husband. Letting her fingers trail softly across his chest, light as a feather.
A soft sigh escaped him, his sleepy eyes opened and focused on her, the dark orbs drinking her in. Blue rays of the moonlight lit up her face making her look almost ethereal.
But for some reason her soft brown eyes were full of questions. He reached out and tucked a stray lock of hair away from her face.
“Mishty, neend nahi aati?”
The query was softly spoken but concerned. “Are you worrying about something? Or are you trying to wake me up because you want me?” he questioned her with a completely dusht daanav smile, turning towards her.
She looked into his eyes deeply. Wondering if she should tell him. But as he grinned at her his smile full of mischief she decided against it. She did not want to spoil this tender moment with him.
Perhaps she would ask Daadima about Sameera before she broached the subject with Maan she thought. But for now she needed him, needed to make his groan, and wrap his arms around herher as if he would never let go.
Raising her self on her elbows, she placed her lips against his and kissed him with heated fervour, she loved him with all her heart. Sameera’s words rang in her mind…love him passionately, but she already did, she didn’t need to be reminded.
A deep moan of pleasure escaped him. He wondered what had brought on this heat, this fervour from his Mishty. But as he succumbed to her caresses and bold kisses his mind lost all power to think, he just wound his arms around her tightly, pulling her into him, fingers tangling in her hair.
Fate had brought him Geet, love and passion now bound them together. He could not think of spending a moment without her. With that thought he banished the faint glimpse of Sameera he had caught tonight.
In his arms he held a living flame, her lush pink lips scorching him wherever they caressed. And those lips at this moment had set about driving him totally insane. She was slowly blazing a trail down his chest, licking, nibbling. Dear god she had learnt fast how to break his tightly held control. He gave himself up to her passion, letting her take the lead, his every pore screamed with pleasure at her soft, silky touch. She loved pushing him to his limit and revelled in the power when he lost control and surged into her.
Their eyes locked. Gripping her waist he positioned on top of him, he could no longer wait, losing control the minute she took him inside her, all of him, throwing back her head and moaning with pleasure as he filled her with his potent strength. She moved with him over him her hands gripping the corded muscles of his shoulders, trying to drive him to the brink, trying to make him lose control with frenzied urgency.
Looking deeply into her eyes his own queried this fervour for a split-second and then….
as she said “Maan…. please.” with a wicked twist of her hips that drove him over the edge, he lost himself in her, went totally out of control, surging into her as she moaned and screamed his name.
This was the moment that was real and now, deeply absorbing, wild and passionate.
Why would he need to even think about Sameera his dim distant past?
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“Daadima can you tell me about Sameera?” Geet asked her casually as they sat having tea in the lounge a few days later. She had been waiting for days now, but had not had any opportunity where Maan was out and daadima was alone.
Daadima looked at her wondering why this question had come out of the blue.
“Beta Geet, why do you want to know?” She queried back. Had Maan said something to her?
“Umm, kuch nahi really,” Geet said “I saw her at a party a few days ago and she spoke to me.”
Daadima’s eyebrows shot up. “What did she say?” she asked on a soft whisper. Her eyes searching Geet’s face.
“She just…..she just told me that she is happy that Maan has found someone he could love and to look after him.” Geet replied looking into daadima’s eyes.
She watched as Daadima’s eyes suddenly filled with tears.
Instantly she felt terrible.
“Daadima I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you by bringing up the past.” Getting up from the sofa she knelt before daadima. “If you don’t want to talk about it don’t worry” her expression full of worry at daadima’s reaction.
Savitridevi quickly wiped the tears from her eyes and smiled down at Geet.
“Nahi beta you have not upset me. I have always thought that you might want to know one day. Sameera was a lovely girl. I know that she loved Maan deeply.”
“So why did they break up?” Geet asked, now very curious to hear the complete story from daadima.
“Beta, even I don’t know the full story as Maan had closed up tight as a clam afterwards. No amount of asking would get him to tell me exactly what had happened.”
Savitridevi looked lost in the past as she said. “Sameera’s father was a really a bad gambler, he lost most of his business through gambling and bad investments. Her mother was very ill and she had a younger sister also to look after.”
“They had both met through friends at college and Maan had fallen for her really hard. She was lively, bubbly and quite beautiful. She was a lot like you in that respect.” Smiling at Geet she continued.
“She was two years or so older than Maan and in the final year of her Commerce degree. She was also from a small town”
“At that time I was very busy building up the business and Pammi was…well Pammi had issues of her own with Maan’s father having died. She did not have any interest in seeing what Maan was doing as long as she could attend her parties and have access to all the comforts money could provide. Neither of us saw how deeply Maan had fallen for her.”
She sighed softly with regret. “From what I gather afterwards from conversations with people who knew their family. Sameera’s father gambled away their home, business and everything one night. The only thing he had left the family with were the clothes they stood in. The man who took everything from him had his eye on Sameera for a long time. And he told her father that he would let them live in their family home, keep his younger daughter in school and he would pay for his wife’s treatment, if he could have Sameera.”
Geet’s eyes widened as daadima continued.
“Maan had gone off to London at that time for some further studies. Sameera I think must have felt that Maan would not have been able to help her so she did not even try and contact him. Maybe she felt completely helpless or her father made her do it, I don’t know. Even if she had come to me I would have helped her.” Daadima said reflecting back with some regret.
She looked at Geet “Anyway she became that man’s mistress. He was already married so had no intention of marrying her, he just wanted to use her. When Maan came back and heard what had happened he was completely devastated. But even then he went and found her. He, I believe told her that he didn’t care about what had happened, he was still prepared to marry her.”
“But Sameera I think could not let him. She refused. You see she loved him deeply. I think, she felt tainted and used. She may have felt that she was no longer able to marry Maan. She still had her fathers debts to pay. And if I am right I believe Sameera may have told Maan that she had chosen the other man over him as he was very rich and experienced, Maan was young and KC was a big company but not as big as it is now.” Daadima paused thinking back and then continued.
“She deliberately killed the love Maan had felt for her. Maybe she believed that if she did that he would forget her and move on.” a sigh escaped her at the sad memories.
“But Maan had loved her too passionately to just move on, so he slowly built a wall around himself and became the man you found. Angry, hating all women, thinking they would all betray him. He threw himself into building KC into the major name it is now, thinking that any woman who tried to break through that hard exterior was only after his money and looking for a rich husband.”
A hardness came over her face as she continued, “And when Dev married NainTara, and he saw the woman she was, and also he knew that Pammi had married Maan’s father for access to wealth. All that just added more fuel to that fire.”
Daadima looked down at Geet lovingly, her fingers cupping Geet’s chin as Geet sat at her knees listening. “Then he found you. Yes, then he found you and you saved him.” She said as she looked at Geet’s tear filled eyes.
“Beta Geet you have a very big heart. I can see that Sameera’s story has made you sad. But we cannot turn back the time. I am glad you are in his life maybe Maan’s destiny was to go through all that previously so when he did find you he realised what love really is. He was so young then, Sameera was his first love, he took it very hard.”
Much later that evening Geet stood by the window in their bedroom, lost in thought. What had happened to Sameera’s life since then? Was she still with that man? Her mind raced. She had seen the pain in Sameera’s eyes. Pain and also maybe still love, was it still love for Maan? She must have cared very deeply for Maan to have let him go, to lie to him, hoping perhaps that he would move on and forget her.
In those few words she had said, there was so much more that was unsaid.
She remembered those days after she had told Maan that she was pregnant. Those days when he had thought she had betrayed him. Now she could understand so many moments when he had been so angry at her. Maybe the same betrayal he had felt when Sameera had thrown his love back in his face and told him she had chosen another man.
But there were also so many times when he had told her to live her life and not worry about what other people said. So many incidents between them when he had stood up for her when she had been vulnerable and alone. His past had forged the man she had found.
Geet decided she had to find out. She had to find Sameera and find out what had happened to her since.
She examined her feelings for Sameera. She did not feel at all jealous of her maybe that’s what she thought she would have felt about the other woman who had effected Maan so intensely.
There was only deep sadness in her heart for the her. And the sense of the pain Sameera must have faced as she had let Maan believe that she betrayed him and then was used as a pawn between her father and the other man.
Her own past was a testament to the fact of how easily some men used and discarded women when they had their fill of them or got what they wanted..
She would find Sameera. She had to know. And eventually she thought Maan had to know that Sameera had not betrayed him.
How would she find her again? She could not ask the hosts of that party as that might cause too much gossip. Maybe Adi might be able to help her find Sameera.
“Mishty, what are you thinking so deeply about?” Maan asked softly as he slipped his arms around her from behind. His lips sought the tender skin at her nape, he breathed in her sweet fragrance.
“Maan!” She gasped startled out of her musing, she had not heard him come into the bedroom. Turning in the circle of his arms she cupped his face tenderly and said “I am thinking how much I love you.” Her soft brown eyes reflecting what she was saying to him.
“Aaccha?” His dark gaze focusing on her sweet smile.
“Geet I think just saying it will not be enough.” He said his dark chocolate gaze teased her. “You will have to show me how much you love me.” his voice was velvety as he pulled her against him seeking her lush lips in a deep and delicious kiss.
Love she mused, was such a a fragile emotion with so many facets. For some it was full of beauty, for others full of pain. Sameera had let Maan go because she loved him with all her heart. For Sameera the love for her mother and younger sister had forced her into doing what she had.
She wound her arms around him tightly, as he sought out the sweet honeyed taste of her, she returned his kiss with passion. As she let herself drown in her husbands love for her she hoped he would understand about her need to find Sameera.
The next day at the KC offices………………….
“Geet I tthhhink you shouldn’t even think about trying to find her.” Adi pushed up his glasses with a nervous laugh.
“MMMMaan Ssir ko paata chalega to woh tumhare saath Prem Singh se Gabbar Singh ban jayengee! Please Geet listen to me.” Adi pleaded with her.
“Adi Sir, I really need to find her. I know Maan may not be happy about it but after what she said to me I need to see if she is OK.”
Adi groaned he knew this was going to go horribly wrong.
“OK I will help you find her.” He said to her with a groan against his better judgement.
“Find who?” Maan’s voice queried from right behind both of them.
They both jumped with fright. Both of their eyes wide as they slowly turned to face him.
“Find who?” Maan queried again looking at them both with a frown. It was obvious they were both up to something.
“Ummmm Maan” Geet said quickly “find that designer we were talking about earlier…haina Adi Sir?” She shot Adi a furious look pressuring him to agree with her.
Adi nodded his head vigorously not trusting him self to speak. His adams apple running a furious shuttle service as he gulped in sheer terror.
Maan was just about to say something when his mobile rang.
Both Geet and Adi looked up at the ceiling and thanked Babaji profusely for saving them as Maan turned away from them to talk to a client after giving them both a look that said I can see you are up to something.
A few days later……………….
Geet stood outside the address that Adi had found for her. She looked up at the flats. It was not a particularly nice part of Delhi. Should she go up and knock on the door. She had come this far. She took a deep breath and knocked.
A few seconds later a pretty young woman opened the door.
Geet looked at her. This must be her sister she thought.
“Is Sameera in?” Queried Geet quickly before she lost her nerve.
“DIDI!” The young woman yelled back into the dim room. “ Some lady here to see you. I am going now see you later .”she yelled again as she slipped past Geet.
Sameera came to the door her hands covered in flour. She looked very surprised to see Geet.
She looked at her for a long moment and asked “Did you come for Maan’s sake or did you come for yourself?” Her eyes speculative. Did Geet see her as a threat now that she was back in Delhi?
Geet looked into her eyes and said simply “I came for you.”
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Part 3 had my mind going in all sorts of directions. I thought of many plots….where Sameera’s man comes to find and coerce her and Geet n Maan help her Or that Geet wants to get Sameera into KC to work and Maan doesn’t like that………….so many thoughts all very dramatic and full of villains, you know how I love my villains 😉
Then it struck me that simple is best for this story.
So many of us would have had first loves which did not work out. It could have been as innocent as a first love in a primary school where your pigtails were pulled by the boy u loved (ahhh innocent love so sweet) or like Maan you fell for someone but it did not work out.
We look back on those periods in our lives and sometimes laugh, sometimes cry, sometimes think what if…..but mostly people put the past behind them and move on. Thus, its with this thought I have written this part.
Oh yeah and excuse the usual typos please ;))
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Geet looked into her eyes and said simply “I came for you.”
Sameera’s eyes widened with surprise, she moved away from the door to let Geet in.
“Have a seat.” She said to Geet indicating the simple wooden chairs.
“I knew that Maan had found the right woman to love as soon as I saw you.” she said.
Geet looked at the woman before her. Now that she was here her she did not know what to say. She twisted her duppatta absently.
Sameera looked at her hesitation and smiled.
“How is Maan? Is he the same annoying, completely driven person that I knew?” She asked with a smile and a twinkle in her eye.
Geet looked at her infectious smile and suddenly she felt at complete ease with this woman.
“Woh abhi bhi dusht danav hai.” Geet replied with a smile
“Dusht Danav?” Sameera questioned.
Geet told her about how she came to Delhi and and ended up working for Maan and some of the funny incidents that happened between them leaving out the dark parts. By the end of it they were both laughing like old friends.
Sameera looked at her. Geet reminded her so much of her younger self.
“Why did you come to meet me Geet?” she asked finally.
“Geet’s soft brown eyes looked at her and said honestly, “I am not sure really, something in the way you spoke to me that day compelled me to find you.” Hesitantly she continued “I have some information about what happened between you and Maan and also about your family situation,” and then quickly she added “I am not here to reopen old wounds.”
Her face anxious she added “For some reason I just needed to know that you are fine.”
Sameera looked at her for a long moment. It was very strange, this situation. Not one she had anticipated at all when she had spoken to Geet that day at the party on impulse.
Why would Geet want to know if she was fine? She looked at her, Geet’s soft brown eyes were clear of any darkness. All she saw was openness and friendship in her gaze.
“I came back to Delhi about a year ago. Perhaps thinking coming back to my home town I would be able to start over again. I have a job with a small firm. I am doing fine.” She replied to Geet’s unasked question.
“What about your mum, father?” Geet asked impulsively. And then instantly felt bad for prying, her face reflecting her conflicting emotions clearly.
Sameera smiled at her and said “ Don’t worry Geet, you can ask. My mother passed away a few months after I went to live….with him. And father died too last year. I decided to leave, as my sister was growing up and I did not want her staying there any more, exposed to that life. I had spent the last few years honing my skills and taking courses. I knew there would come a day where I could be free of him, his eye was always roaming for newer younger experiences.”
“In-fact coming back to Delhi has been really wonderful. That night at the party I was with the owner of the firm I work with. He has actually been wonderful to me and my sister. Now I have put the past behind me and am building another future for myself and my sister without the dark shadows of the past chasing me.”
They talked more for a while longer and then Geet took her leave.
Later that evening as she showered she thought about their conversation. She was really glad that she had met Sameera and spoken to her. She had often wondered about her, she had turned out to be a completely different woman then the whispers that had reached her ears.
She was still in deep thought as she stepped back into the room.
Maan watched her as she she walked to the window drying her hair, her eyes held a far away look.
He had come up earlier showered and changed as he had work to complete for a meeting the next day.
He put the file down that he had been studying and looked at her.
“Mishty,” he said softly his dark gaze taking in her wet hair and soft flushed cheeks.
Geet turned at the sound of his voice snapping out of her deep thoughts.
His eyes compelled her, liquid chocolate drawing her to him without one word. She walked towards the bed climbing on to it without even knowing how she reached him.
He reached up winding his fingers into her wet tresses tumbled her on to him.
His dark chocolate gaze ate her up, it consumed her totally, she fell into the dark depths like a moth drawn to a flame.
There was something in his eyes at that moment that was more then passion, more then tenderness. His eyes bound him to her in their deep dark depths with an all consuming love.
His lips closed over hers with such tenderness, the tip of his tongue tasting her lush pink lips and as they quivered under his sensuous onslaught, he sank his teeth gently into their lushness.
She returned his kiss with passion and felt his body tremble against hers. She revelled in her power to make him moan and hiss against her with pleasure.
As she sank deeper into the magic of his lovemaking she felt that tonight there was something so tender, so sweet in his touch that her whole being felt alive in arms.
His caressed, kissed, nibbled, his lips became instruments of sweet torture, he set light to her whole body until the flame he had ignited made her sob and writhe against him demanding total possession. And possess her he did, to the hilt, joining them with a deep heartfelt groan. His face was taut with tension as looked deep into her passion clouded eyes, whilst his body moved deeply within her drawing out the pleasure for her. It was an intimate sacred joining of two bodies which had one soul.
In the aftermath of the storm he rained tender kisses down on her face. His dark gaze a liquid flame as it roamed over her.
Their lovemaking had been so totally out of this world. Beyond the physical.
Every time she thought there couldn’t be much more than what he had gifted her already she was awed yet again to the core by her Maan.
What had brought out this tenderness, this consuming passion she wondered as she looked up at him her eyes shining with tears of joy and love.
“Maan….that was……..” She said looking up at him in awe, there were no words in her mind that could describe what she had just experienced.
He saw only himself reflected in them. It filled him with total peace.
He leaned on his elbow looking down at her so tenderly brushing away a stray lock from her forehead.
“Mishty …I wanted to remind you how much I love you” He whispered back softly to her.
The soft blue moonlight flooded their room, making her eyes shine as bright as diamonds.
She had to tell him. Nothing should be left unsaid between them. Ever.
“Maan, I went to see Sameera today,” she blurted out suddenly her eyes holding a little guilt that she had not told him before.
He cupped her face tenderly and brushed his lips over hers.
“I know.” He replied softly.
Geet’s eyes widened in surprise. “You know? How?” She groaned “Adi Sir!” With a resigned sigh.
“No my Mishty, not Adi.” He said his eyes gazed at her softly.
“Then how do you know?” Geet questioned , wondering how an earth he knew.
“I saw her talking to you at that party after you came back from the ladies. And then I guessed you would have talked to daadima. And then if I know my Mishty, and I think I do,” he said pulling her against his hardness tighter, “you would have tried to find her and see if she was doing fine……Hmmm?” he said as looked down at her open mouthed surprise. “I think I am right.”
He placed his finger against her chin and closed her mouth for her. A totally dusht danav look came over his face. His dark eyes twinkled down at her.
“A…aapppko itna sab paata kaisa chal gaya?” Geet gasped up at him.
“Mishty your eyes tell me everything that’s going on in your heart. You don’t have to utter a word through these lush lips,” he said brushing his thumb over them.
“I thought you would be angry.” She whispered her worry to him.
“Mishty, Sameera was a moment in my life when I was young. It’s true at that time I took it quite badly. I guess my ego took a bashing,” he said reflecting back.
“Then Mummiji and NainTara both seemed to be taking their husbands for a ride, it was always all about money for them.” He opening up to her with his deepest buried thoughts.
“When I realised that you had gone to see her. I thought about why. Then I realised that what daadima must have said touched you and you needed to find out if she was doing OK. I know my Mishty’s soft heart.”
“I am not angry. Perhaps I should have told you about her before,” he said gently caressing her cheek. “But some things a man doesn’t want to admit, being dumped by his first love.” He said smiling down at her.
“I have known for some time that Sameera has come back to Delhi. I know she has built a new life. But she was my past.”
“Aur mujhe paanga nahi lena tha meri punjab ke shernie se, I thought you may get jealous.” He joked lovingly.
“Geet…since you have come into my life, I cannot see anyone beyond you. You are the light that shines brightly in my darkness. As I look on your sleeping face in the morning my day begins. As I lay in your arms I feel at total peace with the world. When I hear your moans of pleasure ringing in my ears, I feel fulfilled.”
“If I cant catch a glimpse of your eyes, or hear the soft tinkle of your bangles I feel strangely bereft. When you walk past me I fill myself with your fragrance.”
He carried on softly his deep voice weaving a spell of love around her.
“If you are quiet my heart feels heavy. Your nakhras make my days worth living. When I say I love you…those words….. are just not enough to explain my feelings for you.”
“This love between us…………..it consumes me.” He finished on a whisper. His eyes held the flame of that love that was truly beyond any words.
Geet gazed up at him, tears escaped from her eyes and ran down the sides of her face.
“Maan, you don’t have to explain, every time you look at me I can feel that love. Every time you touch me I can feel it through your caress. When I look into your eyes as we make love I see myself reflected in the dark depths of your eyes.”
“Before I met her I have to admit that I was a little jealous of the mystery woman in your past. But once I met her I can see why you fell in love with her. She is a lovely person.”
“Maybe I should go and see her too.” Maan said with a twinkle in his eyes.
Geet shot him a ferocious look. “You are not going anywhere!” She declared possessively her arms slipping around him.
“Mishty, mujhe tumhare beegair kuch nahi deekhta.” He declared softly. He switched positions and adjusted her on top of him, her head rested on his chest, his arms slipped around her possessively holding her close to his heart. His fingers stroked away a stray lock from her face as she her soft brown eyes gazed up at him.
“You are my today and you will be all my tomorrows,” he pointed to the fat yellow moon that hung outside their window “Paata hai Geet, I believe the moon always peeks through our bedroom window, reaching in and touching us with its rays to bless our love. Tabhi tou yeh har baar itna chamakta hai humare liye”
A sigh full of bliss escaped Geet as she listened to the strong rhythm of his heartbeat. He gathered her close, his heart, they drifted to sleep in each others arms, watching the moon slowly move across the sky.
The End. ;))