7: Mehendi ka Rang – A Romantic FF by Jane ;))
Maan stood with his arms crossed watching the goings on in the Haveli. His eyes roamed around the room taking in all the preparations. He had walked in from the office but nobody had noticed him at all. Daadi, Geet and Anni were all very busy.
In two days time Anvesha was getting married to Arjun. So much had happened in the last year it seemed that he and his family had lived a whole lifetime in those 12 months or so. But they were a strong family they had made it through together.
As always his eyes found and focused on Geet. His Love, his Life. His face softened and his lips curled into a smile at her antics.
Now Geet was in his life 24 hours a day. Sometimes for him even that was not enough. Many a time this year he had just taken off with her for a few days. When he had felt the need to have her to himself so intensely.
It wasn’t just the physical aspect of their love that he needed all the time mind blowing as it was but emotionally he needed her so intensely that the strength of it frightened him sometimes.
When she was in his arms he was most at peace. When in the darkest deepest night, he was buried deep inside her, her body tightly wound around him gasping his name out against his neck again and again in the throes of passion, he always asked her to open her eyes.
Her deepest feeling were always expressed through those beautiful eyes of hers. They were the mirror of her soul and each time as had she opened her passion drugged eyes for him, looking into them he had seen only himself. Her total love for him surrounding him, her body, her thoughts, her feelings, her Soul.
He could never get enough of that…ever… he thought.
Geet had been busy with wedding preparations all day. He had watched her running around all this week, although lord knows why she was doing all this when Nakul and the other servants could have managed most of the work. But she had insisted in doing all the arrangements herself to make sure Anni’s wedding would be a dream wedding.
He loved her for it. He loved the fact that she had such a big heart that could forgive and love anybody.
He loved her for it and it also scared him that she would be taken for a ride by people as she was so giving. His eyes narrowed and he crossed his arms a little tighter but that’s why he was there with her. No one would or could dare take advantage of her kind heart whilst Maan Singh Khuarana was her husband.
“Geet bhabhi dekho na mere mehendi kaisee hai?” Anni asked showing her palms to Geet.
“Anni, yeh to bahut sunder hai. Arjun ka naam…hmm ..kither hai kither hai? Hmmm mil gayaa. Tum zaroor Arjun ko poochna yeh sawal” she said smiling and winking at Annie.
Maan smiled to himself as he remembered Geet asking him the same question. He had spotted his name straight away but taken his sweet time telling her as he had kissed her palms turning them over and over. Placing sweet kisses right up to her elbows, in fact he had become so engrossed in that he had forgotten what Geet had asked of him until she got fed up and showed him herself.
“Geet bhabi, aab tuo tum bhi mehendi lagalo.” Anni said and then to the girl who was applying it “Tum mere bhabhi ko bahut sunder mehendi lagana OK!”.
“Haan Geet beta tum bhi karado,” Daadi also told her.
“Lekin Daadima itna sara kaam baaki hai na mein mehendi lageke kaise karoongi?” Geet replied.
“Nahi Geet beta hum sab hain na, aur Nakul and sab servants hai. Tum lagalo beta.” Daadima reaffirmed.
Geet happily sat down to have it done. She loved all the wedding preparations it was so much fun to do.
Maan watched her as sat down to have it done with a smile. He knew that she really enjoyed all this. But now was his chance to have some fun with her as she couldn’t use her hands until the Mehendi set.
“Err Geet tum mehendi laagate ho?” he asked nonchalantly looming over her.
“Maan…aap kab aayee?” She asked, smiling at him her eyes expressed their delight at seeing him. “Daadiji ne kaha lagalo tou mein baaith gaaye.”
“Geet par mujhe coffee chayee!” He said giving her his most annoyed look.
“Par Maan mein kaise banoowingee aab to mehendi lagene shuru hi ho gayee hai. Aap Nakul se banwayee na. Please!” She said looking up at him her face pleading.
He gave her another annoyed look and said “Geet mujhe sirf tumhari haath ke hi coffee pasand hai!”
Then he went off in a huff. Smiling to himself when his back was turned to her.
Geet muttered to herself.”Patana nahi naak per gussa leke kyu phir te hai!”
Maan came back with his coffee and also some of Geet’s favourite snacks. He pulled up chair next to Geet’s and started having his coffee and munching the snacks whilst reading the paper.
Geet watched him puzzled by his actions, he hated fried food so why was he having pakoras?
They did smell heavenly though. Her stomach growled loudly telling her that she hadn’t eaten at all as she had been so busy.
Maan stealthily watched her adorable face from behind the newspaper. She was watching him eat the pakoras with a longing in her face. He knew she loved them. But he didn’t offer them to her at all.
“Nakul! doosri plate lawo aaj tou bahut maaza aa gaya hai.” he shouted towards the kitchen.
All three stared at him! Daadi, Anni and Geet all looked shocked. He noticed from the corner of his eye as he carried on with reading his paper.
Nakul brought another plate of garam garam pakoras.
“Geet madam aap ke liya le awu?” he asked in his usual happy voice.
Before Geet could even open her mouth Maan giving Nakul a annoyed look said “Nahi Geet abhi mehendi laga rahi hai Nakul tum jawao! Meine jo pehle kaha tha woh karo!”
Then looking at Geet.he said “Aur Geet yeh tum khawogee to moti ho jawogee!”
Geet frowned at Maan. MOTI! Moti she glared at him and muttered a few curses to herself. She was not moti. What had gotten into Maan. Babaji, had she put on weight?? she didn’t think so but looks like Maan did. Her tummy growled again but she ignored it.
But those pakoras were smelling quite heavenly! And he wasn’t even eating them anymore.
“Madam aap ke mehendi ho gayee.” said the girl.
Geet looked down at her hands. The mehendi was complete and looked quite beautiful. Excited she showed her palms to Maan, her eyes twinkled with happiness.
“Dekho Maan kaise lag rahi hai?”
He looked at the design “Achhi hai lekin kuch special nahi hai.” He said looking at her, his eyes looking bored.
He started reading his paper again.
Geet looked crestfallen. “Kitne sundar hai meri mehndi” She muttered looking at her palms.
Her stomach growled again so loudly. Even Maan heard it.
“Err Geet tum ko bhook lagee hai to kuch khaa lo na.” He said waving a delicious looking pakora at her, he watched her eyes as they followed the pakora and deliberately popped it into his mouth.
Geet glared at him. ‘Dust Danav’ she muttered under her breath her eyes sparking at him. He knew that she couldn’t eat whilst her mehendi was wet so why was he playing this annoying game with her.
“Maan!” Daadi admonished him. “Tum Geet ko kyu itna pareshaan karte ho!”
Maan just smiled a very cute smile.
“Geet Madam Maan Sir ne aap ke liye yeh laane ko kaha.” Nakul said as he placed a plate of chopped fruits and vegetables with a dip in front of Geet.
Geet looked down at the plate in shock.
Yukk! Maan ne mere liye yeh sab ghaas phuus kyu banwaya? Mein such much moti ho gayee hoon? She wondered looking down at herself.
Maan could not help smiling. He could see every single thought running across her face so clearly. Her face was a mirror of her thoughts. He just wanted to eat her up there and then his cute adorable Geet. He loved her so much.
She looked up at him, her eyes wide and puzzled, his face was quite serious but she suddenly realised that he was playing with her, she could see that twinkle in his eyes. Her brain suddenly clicked.
“Dust Danav!!” She muttered to herself. She could see he was trying not to laugh. Geet pursed her lips! Aab mein Maan singh Khurana ko maaza sikha te hoon she vowed to herself.
“Maan” she said in her softest voice.” Maan aap yeh apple mujhe khlilawo na please.” She said turning her full soft brown puppy look eyes at him.
She could see he it effected him straight away, his eyes softened, his pupils dilating, as he quickly took up a piece of apple and put it to her lips.
She looked at him her eyes shinning with love and bit into the apple, deliberately letting the juice fall across her chin and licked her lips. Oh so slowly.
She watched as his eyes followed the tip of her pink tongue around her lips with avid interest. His eyes dark and wide. Geet munched slowly letting him digest her moves. Then she softly asked for a piece of orange.
As he placed it against her lips, his eyes didn’t even blink, he watched her bite into it. Again she let the juice run down her chin. He watched fascinated as the juice of the orange ran down across her throat disappearing into the valley between her lush breasts.
She heard him take a sharp breath. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, focused on her completely, his gaze dark as melted chocolate.
His Geet was a Siren, he wanted to follow the path and lick that juice right off her right now! A low deep moan escaped his lips.
She had him hooked!
Maan Singh Khurana thought he could play tricks on her. But she knew exactly where and how to get back at him. After a year of marriage she did not even hesitate to use the skills acquired from her husband back on to him. Inwardly smiling to herself she watched him with glee as he fell for it hook line and sinker!
She watched as the slight flush on his cheeks darkened as he fed her each piece of fruit, His eyes were eating her up, watching the fruit go into her mouth, following its progress down her throat watching as her breasts rose and fell.
She ate each piece slowly, biting into it slowly, licking her lips, her eyes big pools of liquid want she looked back at him letting him have the full effect of her need.
“Geet!” He rasped softly so only she could hear. “Are you trying to drive me insane?”
Geet stood up and smiled.
Showing him her palms she brushed past him whispering into his ear.
“Maan, aap mujshe taakar maat lena. Dekhona kaisee sahuleyat se aap ko haara diya,” then showing him her Mehendi clad palms, “Aur aaj aap kuch bhi nahi kar sakte mere saath nahi to meri mehendi bigad jayeegi!” With that she flounced off throwing him a 100 megwatt smile!
Maan nearly jumped out of his chair. The little witch! His eyes narrowed, he loved a challenge.
He stood watching her his eyes full of devilish thoughts as he watched her she walk away .
“Karoonga to bahut kuch aaj Geet tumhare saath” He muttered under his breath
“Dekhna tum. Tum ko baar baar mere liye tarsaya nahi to mera bhi naam Maan Singh Khurana nahi! He vowed.
Later that evening………………….
Geet came into the bedroom humming. Still happy that she got one over Maan. All through the afternoon she had teased him and he had gracefully accepted it without saying a word. In fact although she was pleased at her victory she was now concerned at the look in his eyes. She couldn’t quite make out his thoughts.
Maan came out of the bathroom with a towel around his neck clad only in his black silk pyjama bottoms. Seeing her he turned and closed the bedroom door and bolted it with a definite click.
Geet looked him and was totally mesmerised by the look in his eyes. She stood frozen to the spot. He advanced upon her with a determined step. He was stalking her like a Tiger about to pounce.
“Maan Maan! Aap aage maat anaa, dekho meri mehendi bigaad jayegee! Maan!” She shrieked. She ran across the room around the other side of the bed giggling as he advanced relentlessly, a devil may care look in his eye.
His eyes molten hot with develish delight he backed her towards the bed. She fell backwards landing with her arms in the air so as to stop her hands from falling and messing up her Mehendi.
He took both her wrists in one hand and lifted her arms over her head, deftly pulling her duppatta off her he bound her wrists above her head so as her mehendi would not get spoilt. He lifted her bodily into the middle of the bed.
“Aab tou Geet tumhari Mehendi ko kuch nahi hoga” He whispered against her ear. Then began kissing her neck and nape.
“Hmm What did you say earlier?”He whispered to her his voice deep with desire.
“Mein kuch bhi nahi kar sakoonga tumhare saath?”
“ Lekin Geet aaj tou mein sab kuch zyaada karneka mood mein hoon. Especially after you decided to tease me with your little display earlier……haan kuch zyaada!” He whispered to her placing wet kisses across the face throat and neck, nipping at her lower lush lip.
“Maan please!” Geet was totally shocked at his action and now hopelessly aroused.
He did not listen to her plea at all.
“Kaha gaya tha woh orange juice Geet?? Hmmmm mujhe dekhna hai “ He said licking down her throat at leisure.
“Maan, please!” She trembled under his sensual assault her body quivering.
“Please kya Geet? Please ha ya, na?” He teased her mercilessly.
“Oh!” she gasped as he gently bit into her earlobe causing her to quiver with anticipation.
“Maan please don’t tease!!!” She begged looking into his dark chocolate eyes. Drowning in the heat she saw there. She needed him so desperately.She tried to free her hands and reach him.
“Lekin Geet your Mehendi will be ruined!!” He gasped. rapidly loosing control himself, as she pressed herself against him.
“I don’t care, I will get some more done tomorrow.” she whispered up to him her eyes full of need.
With a husky groan his lips closed over hers and they were once again lost in each other.
As it happened she didn’t need to have her Mehendi redone. The heat that they had both generated with their passion had made sure that her mehendi ka rang was a beautiful deep dark red.