TPR2 chap 14 – Unfair fights ;)
Morningggggggggggggggg, Sunday sundae is here again…..this week Annie’s easter treat…our dynamic due are hell bent on telling each other what to do ;)) But seethi ungli se ghee na nikle tou tedi kaarna aata hai dono ko ;)) But as usual things that are out of their control get in the way of their reasoning ;)) I hope you enjoy, do read slowly, and digest. Forgive the errors and enjoyyyyyyyyyyyy the dark Easter chocolate!
Chapter 14- Unfair Fights 🙂
“I am not going to let you out until you listen to me,” he said leaning casually against the door in no apparent hurry.
“let me out now!” She pushed ineffectually against the door.
He thought about it for a moment and grinned. “Geet I know you..you wont listen, you will get distracted.”
“By what?” Seething, she pushed at the door again.
“Me!” he said assuredly. “Because I know you want me, I saw it in your eyes.”
Glaring at the closed door, she blushed bright red, how did he know she had been fighting herself when she had seen him come out of the shower all bare and dripping. Just visualising him made her moan in anticipation.
“I don’t want you at all! Maan Singh Khurana! You think too much of your self?” She said with much courage as she could muster.
“Really?” His tone was sultry and so seductive.
“Yes REALLY! Infact I wouldn’t want you if you were the last man on earth at this moment! And anyway its you who has no self control! Every time you come near me we end up in bed.”
His eyes narrowed at that, he had self control. A lot of self control, he recalled that night in the cave.
But did he? Just seeing her damp hair, smelling fresh from her fragrant body wash made him forget everything else. But tonight he had to make her listen.
“Lets just see how much self control you have.” she muttered through the door. Mapping out all sorts of possibilities in her mind to break his self control.
“Githhhhhhh this is not about me! Its about you and your stubborn stance. Saxena is a slimeball! Cant you see that?” Forgetting he was supposed to be holding the door closed he paced about in frustration.
She knew that! She glared at him through the door. Of-course she knew that and now with that strange call from him tonight she knew that Saxena would have something not so pleasant up his sleeve for her. Pacing the bathroom she thought about it, just dumping Saxena’s job. But she was under contract to finish the refurbishment, there was a huge penalty if she didn’t finish. She knew Maan’s option would be for her to pull out and pay the penalty. But she didn’t want him to pay for her mistake. She had chosen to work with Saxena, she had to see it through. She would have a go at re-reading the contract to see if there was a loophole. But first she had to get him to let her out of here.
“Maan let me out of here now!”
“Not until you agree to drop the Saxena job!”
Glaring at the door she muttered a few choice curses. She knew he was concerned for her safety, and she knew that Saxena and Dan were not very nice people, but she could handle herself! And she didn’t need Maan to strong arm her, or decide everything for her. Just because she was married to the ‘Maan Singh Khurana’ didn’t mean she would let him pay and get her out of trouble, she could sort it out herself. Her eyes narrowed, she muttered to herself as she paced. Suddenly a grin spread over her face she knew exactly what would get him to open the door.
Grabbing a few of the soap dishes she lay down on the floor stripping off her outer robe and arranged her lacy nighty so it showed her figure to perfection. Then she threw the items making them crash loudly at the same time taking a deep breath, she let out a blood curdling scream.
Behind the door Maan stopped pacing, his heart just stopping as he heard her. Had she crashed into something? Slipped and hurt herself? He should have never tried to keep her locked up, she was a danger to herself!
“Geet! Geet!” flinging open the door, he saw she was lying on the floor, eyes closed.
“Geet!” leaning down he ran his hands over her looking for signs of injury. “Mishty! Speak to me! What happened?” she looked so fragile, so beautiful.
Fluttering her eyes open she stared at him helplessly, “Maan……”
“Are you hurt?” His face was a picture of worry.
“I…..” avoiding eyes contact she hid her face in his chest. She hated lying to him, but he had been just so stubborn.
Gathering her up against him he gently carried her out and laid her on the bed. “Tell me where did you hurt yourself? You’re so accident prone! I cant leave you alone one minute!” He sank down next to her his hands gentle as they ran over her.
“Shall I call a doctor? Mishty?” He looked so in pain at the thought of her feeling any pain.
Her eyes misted up, God she loved him! “Maan..I’m sorry I haven’t hurt myself.” She couldn’t carry on with her lie, letting him believed she had hurt herself, she loved him too much for that.
“But you screamed!” Puzzled he stared at her.
“I just wanted you to open the door.”
His face clouded over with anger, and he was just about to jump off the bed in disgust at her actions, when she vaulted up and straddled him, pinning his arms above his head. She knew he could instantly release himself at one push but she wanted to make sure she had his attention.
“This is ridiculous! Geet, let go of me!” Scowling fiercely he flexed his biceps showing her he could easily throw her off.
“No! Not until you hear me out!” Adamantly she pushed down on him ignoring all the signals her heated body were sending her.
He stared at up her, eyes blazing that he had been duped so easily. She smelled so delicious he felt his body stirring, and the fact that her lush cleavage was being shown off to perfection encased in peach lace and resting on his bare chest did little to stop his body going into overdrive. He tried clamping down on himself, muttering times tables and praying for self control. She was not going to get out of this so easily by distracting him with her sheer sensual beauty. Even when wasn’t trying at all hard.
“I know you are worried about me. But Maan I can handle myself, I have met men like Saxena and Dan before. I need to handle it myself, I cant let you pull me out of every small problem I come across. And I don’t need security we are going to see Mrs Chaadha to see who is sending us these pictures, she will help us catch him.”
“Are you insane? You think I would go to a …a…” he couldn’t even think of anything suitable to say about Mrs Chaddha he was that furious.
“Geet you are not going anywhere near that mad woman! That’s precisely why you need security to keep you out of trouble.” she gave him such a fierce scowl.
“ Stop scowling, and why wouldn’t I worry about you, and isn’t it my right to get you out of trouble? Remember we are married now, you are no longer single and have to face everything on your own.” he recalled all the stubborn mule headed situations she had got herself into thinking she had to sort it all out alone.
A moan of want nearly escaped her….didn’t she just know too well that she was married. Her eyes strayed over his bulging biceps, the glistening skin of his bare torso that was just crying out for her lips to run over it.
“But Maan I have to do my job, I have entered into a contract, I cant just pull out like that’ she saw him purse his lips and glare at her, “but…..If I agree to look at the contract again will you stop worrying?”
Why would he stop worrying? He didn’t want her to have to compromise, he wanted her to stop working for Saxena totally and to add to it she want even agreeing for security, someone was taking pictures of her, meaning they were so close, he didn’t have a clue why as yet.
“If you pull out of working for him and agree to security, yes then I will stop worrying.” his face was set in a closed no compromise stance.
Her face clouded over. “Maan…its not that easy, what will other clients think, that Geet married Maan Singh Khurana and now she just abandons her clients when she feels like it? I will have no integrity left in the business world!” Her eyes pleaded with him to understand.
“You don’t need to work!” Frustration that she wasn’t listening poured out of him, he just wanted her to be safe didn’t she see that? He knew he had said the wrong thing as soon as he saw her face cloud over. He hadn’t meant it like that at all.
An inarticulate sound escaped her, a puzzled frown touched her face. Not work? He wanted her to be a happy rich mans biwi at home? That was not gong to happen. She loved him more than life itself but she had to maintain her integrity and independence, no way did she wanted to be seen a leeching of his millions. Letting go of her hold she tried to scramble off him.
With a muttered groan of frustration he had her on her back in a second, pinning her to the bed with his weight and bearing down on her.
“Why are you so stubborn?” His eyes clouded with pain and admiration at the same time. It was this he loved about her most.
“That’s not fair! Maan, you are not playing fair! What do you mean not work! You married me…”
He clamped a hand over her mouth as she mumbled her outrage, “Chup bilkul chup!”
“Now! I have you exactly where I want you! You are going to listen to every word I have to say without argument!”
Her eyes blazed annoyance and frustration up at him. He stared down at her his breathing not quite steady. Her hair was damp, strewn here and there with water droplets that looked as if pearls had been woven haphazardly into it. She smelt heavenly, and her freshly scrubbed skin was tinged with pink of her excited state and now as he saw the colour creep up her throat he felt and smelt the heady scent of her arousal, instantly his body responded to her call. Her eyes were clouded over with passion, what she had been fighting took over her in a flash. His heat, his spicy scent washed over her.
“Maan..”.she mumbled under his hand.
He felt her heat as her lush curves melted under his she wriggled her soft limbs in a way that made his temperature rocket. He was fast loosing his ability to reason and think.
“Mishty…” his voice came out a hoarse whisper..NO he had to make her listen. Fast losing the will to do anything but kiss her silly he stared down at her his mind and body fighting each other. Her hands started to touch his shoulders, creeping up to wind themselves in the hair at the back of her nape.
Suddenly he vaulted off her and started pacing.
Bereft of his hard warmth immediately she felt chilled. Raising herself on her elbows an articulate sound escaped her. Maan? Didnt he want her?
He took a deep breath to steady himself. “Geet, Dan Emmerson has allied himself with Saxena. So now there are two sleaze balls who you will be working with. I am just worried that they will put you in a position where you professional integrity is compromised. I hear what you are saying about your clients getting a bad impression of you but the US authorities are after Dan for using bad raw materials, Geet people were killed!”
She was only half listening, her mind was on other things. Her eyes travelled over his hard washboard stomach, the way his skin glistened like teak as he paced and the light caught it. “As I said before you don’t need to worry. I can handle anything that Saxena or Dan throws at me.” Just to appease him and make him come back to bed she volunteered. “And anyway I was going to look at the contract again to see if I can find a way to get out of it.”
His eyes narrowed on her beautiful tousled state. “You were?”
“Haan….” she raised her arms to call him down to her and he could no longer resist. Sinking down he gathered her up against him his lips tracing the contours of her face so lovingly, moving down to her collarbone trailing heated kisses across her curves.
“I am so glad you see sense now. Mishty we will read it together and I am going to make sure you get released from that contract.” he mumbled as he carried on with his sensual assault.
“Huh-uh!” She mumbled against his shoulder, her lips tracing the hard muscle. Her brain was telling her to make it clear to him that she wouldn’t let him pay to get her released from the contract but her traitorous body was ready to do anything he said right now.
With a groan he took her mouth in a deep sweet kiss, making her arch against him in a frenzy of need.
“I love you Maan….” her soft words turned into moans. With haste they slipped off their clothes
“And Mishty,” he rasped.”..Don’t ever try and dupe me again.” he said nipping her chin playfully, whilst his busy fingers aroused her to a state of frenzy.
“But it was your fault, you locked me in the bathroom!” she moaned as he positioned and slipped deep into her welcoming heated warmth.
“Because you are so stubborn!” He moved so excruciatingly slow, torturing her with pleasure.
“You want everything your way!” She moved her hips in a fashion that had him hissing out a breath of sheer excitement.
“Chup, bilkul chup! I cant even think anymore!” His body had broken out in a fine sheen of sweat, his control was slipping fast and she knew it, her actions were designed to drive him over the edge. Her eyes told him that so clearly. She was the most stubborn infuriatingly beautiful woman and she was all his.
She gave him a smile of complete knowing. There were fire and storm together, neither giving an inch as they tumbled together in a passionate merging that bordered on frantic.
A long time later as they lay fast asleep in each others embrace, across town Saxena grinned to himself, he had Geet over a barrel now. She would do exactly what he wanted unless she was happy to have her siblings thrown out of such a good school.
“CC tell me exactly what happened and why did Chotu hit you?”
“Dad!” CC grumbled, “ Don’t remind me off that again, tomorrow I am going to teach him a lesson.”
“No son,” he ruffled CC’s hair, “you don’t do anything I am going to do all that needs to be done!”
But CC had plans of his own to make Babli and Chotu’s life a misery, he just smiled and nodded at his dad. He knew his dad never told him off anyway.