BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED, Part 19

BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED

 

Part 19

Pinning her hands against the bed he nuzzled her neck. His bristly stubble prickled against her cheek and she moaned when he lowered his whole body from chest to legs onto her petite frame. Shifting his hands below-around-her torso he pulled her up so that her chest was in easy range of his mouth. He started with the right mound, biting her nipple n sucking it ravenously. It wasn’t enough. He pushed her dress up so that it bundled above her breast.

His eyes greedily locked onto her pebbled tits. He took one into his mouth n Geet threw her head back. Helplessly she pushed his head more into her chest. Sweeping his tongue over her craving bud, he slowly started sucking n chewing on it. His teeth tugged at it every time with a new intensity n her core became more n more wet, yearning to be relieved.

 

He couldn’t control, wasn’t even able to think if she was hurting. She had hurt him a number of times did she think about him? Hungrily he bit into her other mound coming to the centre n giving it the same treatment. She arched her back n had started rolling her hips against his. Maan remove your clothes. Her voice was hoarse n breathless.

 

You are forgetting your own rule, love. No talking. He said pulling her up into sitting position n removing her dress; there was no bra, then removed his own shirt. Geet on other hand was of no use her hands were shivering n heart racing, mind clouded. He pushed her back and lowered her panties all the way down. She kicked them away n he removed his boxers. Crawling over her once again, he propped on himself up on his elbows resting beside her while lowering his straining member at her core. He held his manhood n positioned it at her entrance. Without a glance at her face, with one strong thrust he pushed his entire length all the way into her.

 

AHHH… She screamed clutching the sheets. He pulled himself out leaving just the tip of his cock inside and slammed back again. Gripping her hips into his palms, he forced his manhood in n out. Faster. She said n he slowed his pace, leaning over her n hugging her body now moving in gentle up and down motion. Tears spilled from her eyes. It wasn’t like usual. He was angry. Why? And why she had to feel like this? Wasn’t this what she wanted? She had made advance on him two nights ago for this only, right? To cater her services so why it felt like she was getting swallowed in a dark hole.

 

He slid his hand down to her core n rubbed her clit. Oh Maan… She moaned n he kissed her exposed throat. Sitting back up, he held her waist with both his hands, pushing his cock with all strength into her while his hands rubbed her clit. Not long before she came again, exploding, her walls clutching around him. She knew he was holding back. He pushed deeper as if trying to reach something. Her wall stretched and clenched as he hit another deep spot.

 

Ignoring the overwhelming contractions of her muscles he plunged deeper with booming vigor and she was sure he hit the roof of her womb because she came with such intensity that left her shuddering n gasping for breath. Her throat was chocked n heart had almost stopped. Maan couldn’t take anymore. Her glossy, wet walls tightened around his manhood n he reached mind numbing orgasm, shooting n loading his seeds inside her.

 

He climbed from over her n she closed her eyes, snuggling into his warmness. She pleaded in her mind for him to not push her away because she wasn’t sure if she would be able to take that right now. He didn’t pushed her neither said anything. But Maan did pull her closer. He seemed calmer as he pecked her forehead n her heart sprouted with wonderment, relief n elation. Nobody had ever done that not after her father.

 

 

 

 

 

When she woke up Maan as usual was sleeping like a baby beside her. She came out carefully of his embrace, her stomach asking for food after such a brisk night. She wore his shirt and after brushing her teeth came downstairs like always running a hand through her messy hairs. She was half way yawning when her eyes halted on two ladies sitting stiffly in the living room. One who looked to be in her 40ties and was dressed in a cool blue flower printed saree diverted her gaze while another who was probably in her late 60ties or may be 70ties was dressed in a cream, gold bordered saree. The two women were a contradiction to each other but they both oozed out class n elegance.

 

Don’t know why the older woman was glaring daggers at her. Geet pulled her hand out of her hairs n looked down. Oh yeah! Perhaps it had something to with her not so sophisticated attire.

 

Eh, Hello? Geet said awkwardly. Can I do something for you?

 

That moment Maan came downstairs n his shock was no less than the other occupants in the room. Maa, Dadimaa… what are you guys doing here?

 

Maa n Dadimaa? Geet was incredulous to no limits. What was she supposed to do? Run or hide under the table?

 

Now do we have to take your permission before coming? Or were you too busy for your family? The elder lady eyed Geet condescendingly, to which she just down casted her eyes, feeling no less than a thief.

 

Maa ji, I had said to inform them before coming. Maan’s mother said.

 

Another gripping silence settled n Maan broke it. Dadimaa, Maa this is Geet n Geet my mother n grandmother. When nobody moved Maan signaled Geet towards his Dadimaa’s feet and Geet was like ‘who? Me?’

 

No matter how odd it seemed Geet walked ahead n touched Dadimaa’s feet. Why are you smiling? Dadimaa asked when Geet stood back up.

 

She wasn’t smiling but was stifling her giggles, it was all so weird. Umm, nothing. She said n touched Maan’s mother’s feet. She, unlike Dadimaa, held Geet’s shoulders n pulled her into a hug. 

God bless you. Her words were genuine n Geet didn’t found it amusing. She instead wrapped her arms around the other woman, forgetting everything momentarily and savoring the true blessing. She reminded Geet of her own mother.

 

Maan she is really pretty. Maan mother said and despite everything he smiled proudly n Geet was confused what all of this was about.

 

Come here after freshening up. We have a lot to talk. Dadimaa commanded.

 

Ji…

 

So someone could order Maan Singh Khurana too. Then his granny did looked scared n strict. He held Geet’s hand n pulled her with himself.Maan, Niks told me that your mother had expired….

 

She is my step mother.

 

You mean she is Dev’s mother.  Geet asked shell-shocked. The woman she met downstairs was Dev’s mother. How was it even possible? She seemed so sweet n kind-hearted n really had given birth Dev-The Devil.

 

You get dressed. Um… wear something nice. That sentence didn’t go very well with Geet; she held his hand when he started leaving.

 

Why?

 

His jaw tightened n Geet regretted asking. Least she wanted was to get him angry again. What do mean by why? He asked barely controlling his anger.

 

Nothing-nothing. I…. will get ready.

 

What Maan intended by nice was not clear to Geet. And she didn’t know why he wanted her to be with his mother n granny. They caught them…. okay, it should have ended there with loads of cursing n screaming if you go by the traditional way of finding a man in your family with a prostitute. But it didn’t happen like that.

 

Was it going to happen now? May be rich people did it in a sophisticated way.

 

Since both ladies were in sarees Geet wondered if she was supposed to wear something traditional but she had nothing of that sort. Mostly she had dresses n a few jeans. She settled on one casual, black Jeanswith a peach top with puffed short sleeves. It was cute more than sexy n Geet had purchased the thing because she liked these kinds of dresses though nobody else did so she wore skimpy clothes mostly.

 

She came to Maan’s room first not wanting to go alone in front of Dadimaa. He opened the door when she knocked lightly. Do I look fine or you want me to change?

 

Maan shook his head. You look perfect like always. He planted a kiss on her forehead and Geet furrowed her brows. Something about kissing on forehead went deeper than a kiss on lips. It was more meaningful. No lust involved, a kiss on forehead conveyed silent vows to care n protect. A kiss on forehead wasn’t a lover’s kiss it was more of a kiss of love.

 

Don’t do that.

 

Like Maan had taken oath to do exactly the same of what she denied, he cupped her cheeks in his large hands n looked directly into her eyes as if saying ‘stop me if you can’ and pecked her forehead again. His lips lingered over her skin unnecessarily n she shivered remembering last night. He parted n spoke in a husky voice. Come on, Dadimaa doesn’t like late comers.   

 

They went downstairs n settled on the dining table to have breakfast. Neena was standing behind Dadimaa with her usual scowl on face. Geet was sure she had fed Dadimaa with some interesting facts about her n that was why she was on the receiving end of so many glares n sneers.

 

I thought you were with Deepika. Dadimaa questioned before they could start eating.

 

Geet clenched her fists in her lap. She had almost forgotten about her. His family also knew about Deepika n Dadimaa looked really fond of her. Geet lowered her head why was she feeling crestfallen n why was her chest tightening so painfully. The scene of Deepika with Maan in the dark corridor replayed on the screen of Geet’s mind n she felt anger n agony hitting her with same intensity as it had earlier. Did jealousy feel like this? If it did she had no right over the feeling. Geet drank water picking the glass placed before her n tried to calm her nerves down.

 

Please Dadimaa don’t start again. Maan said exasperated.

 

From which family does this girl belong?

 

Geet thanked the heavens that they didn’t get that she was a whore. She didn’t blame them. Niks had done an exceptional job in dolling her up. If they had looked at her a month ago instantly they would have known from which dirty line she belonged to.

 

Her name is Geet. Maan corrected n something fluttered in Geet’s stomach. She doesn’t have a family.

 

What is that supposed to mean?

 

That she doesn’t have a family.

 

Where is she from?

 

She is not from this city. She earlier lived in Bangalore n have just came to Delhi a few months ago.

 

What else do you know about her?

 

Sufficient enough.

 

Maan, do you know what you are doing? Dadimaa asked furiously, she was talking like Geet didn’t exist in the room. Geet had no idea why Maan was even trying. She turned her head n found Maan’s mother looking at her with confusion itched on her face. She smiled when she found her looking n Geet had to smile back. Her smile didn’t last for long.

 

I think I have seen you somewhere. Maan’s mother said n Geet nearly stopped breathing.

 

May be on the front page of numerous papers with Maan.Dadimaa supplied sarcastically n Maan rolled his eyes.

 

The topic changed back to Dadimaa’s enquiry n Geet sighed with relief. Maan fed the two women of his house with lies n Geet felt pathetic. He was lying to his family. It wasn’t good. Why was he doing this? Geet never wanted to break anyone’s family. To the clients her condition had always been to book a hotel room or meet at her place, she never went to anyone’s house. She was a pros but not a home-breaker.

 

Nikita saved the day by making an entry.

 

You should have at least informed before coming. She said hugging Dadimaa first n then her step mother. There was no hate on face that Geet had seen when she had talked about Dev. It seemed that Dev’s mother shared a nice bond with Maan n Nikita.

 

Just by Nikita’s appearance the atmosphere lightened. Maan brought Geet to his room after sometime. Geet, Dadimaa n Maa stays here whenever they come from Mumbai so I am afraid you would have to live with Niki for a few days. He was actually felt guilty while saying so. Maan wasn’t sure how was he going to take her absence in his house when he had become so accustomed to her presence there. Just the knowledge that she was there-safe n sound-below the same roof as him, gave him the peace required to live. They are against cohabitation.Geet almost choked at his last word, theirs wasn’t exactly a cohabitation arrangement. Would that be okay?

 

Geet couldn’t help wondering that this, may be, was the start. He was sending her away first from his house then he would kick her out of his life. She would have to go back n never-ever see him again. It was not the first time though she would be losing something. When was this dream hers anyways?

 

She swallowed the lump down her throat. Yes, of course. No problem.

 

Oh. He said a strange expression on his face that Geet didn’t like at all. Did she say something wrong? No matter what she said or did…her words n actions always ended up getting him upset. What was she supposed to do that he wouldn’t send her away. It was her fault. He would have discovered that she was jealous of Deepika.

 

“She wanted Maan just for herself so Maan got himself out.”

 

She should have been more careful. How could she even think that he was hers? No, it was a mistake. Now she would have to go. Gosh! She didn’t want to go. This was what she was scared of, to get involved this deep n try to deny her terrible fate which wasn’t possible.

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