TPR2 – Chap 3
Sundayyyyyyy sundae who is ready? Came around so fast in the blink of an eye! This week is a rip roaring epi – was complicated to write so you could enjoy easy reading and imagine it all happening in front of your eyes. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did writing it- was giggling to myself an d acting like a complete looney- nothing new there you say ;))
Please do comment , I love reading them all. Excuse any mistakes, medium sized helping. Have a great week!
“GEEEEEEET! Open this door at once!” He pushed at it again, but it didn’t budge. There was no response from her. What the hell was she playing at? Was she intending to lock him in the bathroom all night?
“GEET! If you don’t open this door right now I am going to break it down!”
“Wait a minute Maan! So impatient!” Her voiced was rushed as she flew about the room rearranging everything.
“Impatient?” He growled deep in his throat. “The woman is clearly mad.” He turned, hands on hips and started pacing the bathroom. “Me..I married a MAD woman…!” Turning back to the door he screamed through it “You are Mad Geet! Open this door or I swear….”
“One more minute!”
“What are you doing out there? Baking a cake?” His tone dripped with sarcasm. This was too much! He paced the floor kicking at the water on the floor with ferocity it soaked his joggers added to his anger.
“Uff Maan you cant wait one moment!!” She moaned through the door. Lighting the last candle she turned and surveyed her handy work. She had switched off the lights, candles flickered from all the tables, making the room glow with flickering romantic light. She had strewn rose petals on the floor from the bathroom door to the bed. The whole room smelt divine of vanilla and rose. Taking a deep breath she tore off her clothing to don a sexy pale pearl negligee, the room was ready, she was ready! She was dying, she needed him so badly. One last look at the room and she realised, she had forgotten to close the other door properly in her rush, it was wide open, she turned to go and close it.
“Thud!” She turned back as she heard him crash into the bathroom door, it was going to give any moment, she had to be quick. There was no more time!
“Thud!” She heard the creak of the door as it started to come off its hinges.
No time now, he would have to close it after he saw…then she grinned again..most probably he would rush to close it when he saw her in the pale pearl lacy negligee. He had been trying to persuade her to wear it before all this started. Grinning like a Cheshire cat she quickly applied some lip gloss and went to open the bathroom door.
She heard him running again to hit the door, she lifted the chair out of the way quickly and threw the door wide open but before she could even say ‘there’ he had flown out of the door on wet feet.
“What theeeeeeeeee!” His eyes wide, he skidded right past her. The momentum he had built up to break the door down making him skid right across the floor on the rose petals in a flurry of arms and legs and making him practically fly right out the bedroom door onto the landing!
She could only watch in horror as he flew past her.
“Giiittthhhhhhh!” His growl was so low and deep from outside the door, she knew she was done for now.
“Maan, I am so sorry!”
She ran out on the landing where he was trying to get up awkwardly having landed in an incongruous heap against the stair rails.
Her hand flew to her mouth at the sight of his wet joggers and naked torso covered in wet rose petals.”Oh Maan I am so sorry!”
“SORRY?” he absently dusted himself off glaring at her.
“Err I was just trying to …”
“SORRY! What the hell did you mean by locking me in the bathroom?”
He slowly got up his eyes piercing as they homed in on her face, “I knew you had a screw loose but really this is the limit! I am going down into my study,” he pointed a finger at her, “don’t you dare follow me!”
He started walking down the stairs growling and grumbling.
Turning sharply, he nearly slipped again on the marble, grabbing at the bannister he righted himself and glared up at her.”WHAT? Are you planning to lock me in there too!” He surveyed form head to foot and dismissed her, his anger at boiling point.
“JUST LEAVE ME ALONE GEET!” And with that he stalked off, wet, angry and miserable to the core banging the door to his study so loudly Geet felt the house shake.
“Well REALLY! Oh!” Indignant to the bone she stalked back to her room and slumped down on a corner of the bed, half expecting daadima or the children to come out of their rooms and see what the commotion was all about. The low flickering lights seemed to be laughing at her as they glowed romantically across the room. Well that thought was truly dead. She couldn’t believe what had just happened! But he need not have got so angry! After all she had been trying to apologise. Grabbing a robe she angrily pushed her arms through it and started pacing.
“All that planning!”
she slammed the bathroom door shut.
“Oh! He couldn’t have waited FIVE minutes?”
she moaned kicking at the wet trail of petals.
Her tummy chose that moment and grumbled loudly. “Chado! Well Maan Singh Khurana if you couldn’t be bothered to even look at me and what I was trying to do, you can stay and sleep in your study!” Her tummy grumbled even louder. “I am going to get something to eat!”
She stalked downstairs to the kitchen and looked around for something to eat, finding nothing out, she pulled opened the fridge doors and peered inside. All there was were two sad plates of pasta.
“OH! Everything for him and nothing for me? She ground her teeth. Damn the man! Opening all the cupboards she found nothing better. “I am so hungry! Looks like I will have to make it myself.” She muttered. With that she set about finding flour, potatoes and all the ingredients she needed to make her favourite comfort food, Aloo paratha.
Maan sat at his desk his head in his hands, his body shaking with anger. What had just happened? He ran back the events of the evening through his mind. He had been talking to Babli, gone up for a shower, Geet had looked quite normal then. He had gone in the shower and then….? Obviously madness had overtaken her. Perhaps she had hit her head somewhere? He shook his own head to clear it.
But what had she been doing whilst she had locked him into the bathroom. He sat back in his chair his mind racing, the air conditioning gently cooled his anger. Yes? What had she been doing? He tapped his forehead as if trying to extract hidden information. As he had skidded so fast out of the bathroom through the bedroom he had milliseconds to register the surroundings… the room had been different. But how?
He closed his eyes and re played it…the lights were out. It had been dark, but no…there was some light. Was there..candlelight? He frowned…closing his eyes…yes there had been candlelight and the room smelt of something, something floral..and spice. And Geet had been…she was standing looking horrified as he had sped past her….she had been wearing something pale ..flowing..lacy? Perhaps a pale nightdress?
He jumped up as he recalled, yes she had been wearing the pearl pale negligee that he had bought for her a few weeks back that he had been dying to see her in. The one with the lace that went right the way across her breasts and was completely backless, his body hardened at the thought. Absently he scratched an itch and found his fingers were covered in rose petals.
As his brain cleared, what just had happened dawned on him. His mouth fell open in shock. What had he done? Now as he sat down and quietly reflected he realised that she had been setting up the whole romantic scene. Candles, fragrance, rose petals….OH! He slumped back down into his chair. Perhaps she had been trying to tell him something? Yes that was it…many times she had started to say something and he had jumped the gun. He had ruined it all….how was he going to sort this out now?
Opening his study door quietly he stepped out, he was just about to pad upstairs when he heard clattering coming from the kitchen.
Geet mixed the atta with a heavy hand. Throwing in some water she muttered a range of colourful Punjabi curses.
“So much for apologising! He didn’t even listen…forget listening he didn’t even look at me!” She added some oil and started pounding it vigorously.
Maan stood outside the door, and winced. It didn’t take much imagination to imagine what she was pounding. This was going to take some grovelling, she looked ferocious.
“And that Nakul, he couldn’t have saved me one paratha! Not one!” She growled as her tummy rumbled. “Why is this pressure cooker not doing?” She fiddle with the handle, it hissed and wobbled then suddenly the whistle flew into the air and landed out of the open window.
“HUHHH?” She stared at it for a moment in shock and then slumped down in a chair. “First my romantic planning flies out of the room, and now any hope of getting a meal flies out the window!Both ideas down the drain!” she muttered looking completely defeated. “Chado I am going to bed!”
Outside the room Maan’s eyes suddenly lit up, he grinned. He knew just what to do to make amends. He ran into his study before she came out and closed the door quietly.
Switching off the gas, she put the pounded atta in the fridge she stalked back to her bedroom. As she walked past the study she heard him muttering curses at her and moving the furniture about angrily. Pursing her lips she carried on, she just didn’t have the energy any more to argue further. As she climbed the stairs and got into bed she wondered if she would wake up and find this was all a bad dream.
An hour later she stared into the candle flames still wide awake, her tummy grumbling louder and louder by the minute. Turning she pounded the pillow and put it over her head to close her ears.
Maan quietly opened the door to their bedroom and silently padded in, she was still awake, he heard her softly muttered curses, he knew she wouldn’t get to sleep on an empty stomach. Grinning he leaned down and scooped her up.
“Kaun hai!” She squeaked with outrage. And then she realised it was him. “MAAN! Stop it, put me down I am not talking to you!”
“Maannnnnnn!” She hissed in his ear, “what are you doing?” But being in his arms, against his warm muscled torso was already effecting her she all but melted into his chest.
“Shhhhh! You will see in a minute.” He carried her soft plaint body up the stairs to the terrace.
“ And yes I forgive you.” he said cheekily. Then at her outraged squeak, “Shhhhhh! You will wake everyone up!”
“Huh? Forgive me? I was the ones who’s plans you wrecked!” She hissed back at him.
Grinning down at her, he said, “I did didn’t I. But you have been the most stubborn headed of people all week.”
Her eyes soft on his face she whispered, “and you have been only thinking about the children. But Maan before this goes any further..whatever you have planned I am telling you I will be paying half of the fees where ever the children want to go.”
“Bas….just half?” he said with a grin, they reached the top of the stairs, blinking she stared as he started to gently let her down.
All but jumping out of his arms she ran to the table laden with food. Opening each lid she oohed and aahed as she saw, aloo paratha, naan, gobi, saag paneer, butter chicken, rice, all looking totally delicious and piping hot.
“OH Maan!” She turned and flew into his arms, “how did you know I was hungry?”
Love shone out of his eyes. “You hadn’t eaten all day had you? Ran off without breakfast. And then you refused food when Nakul offered, and then I didn’t help, and after you beat the living daylights out of that atta, I realised I had to feed you straight away.” He grinned and helped her into her seat. “Now eat! After that I will satisfy my hunger.”
“But what are you waiting for? Yo can eat with me….” She moaned eyes closed at the taste of aloo paratha.
The butter dripped of her chin and went down her parted robe running into her cleavage. A moan escaped him. His eyes darkened on her.
“I am not talking about food my Mishty!”