BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED, PART 35

BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED

PART 35

Maan was both weary and amused as he regarded his dear wife who at the moment was seething with anger. What is wrong, love?

You have to ask me that? Geet asked incredulous. Her multibillionaire husband who ran one to the biggest companies in the country was sometimes really dense. That woman was all over you, sitting over your desk. Is that how your associates behave? Because Mr. Khurana that wasn't professional at all.

Maan raked a hand through his hairs. It was nothing. You know how she is; there is nothing to fuss over. Why are you so angry?

I am fussing? Geet said, a tinge of pain marking her features. I have seen you two before too. Her hand was on your buttons and she was… kissing your jaw. She told bitterly, remembering the sight. Am I… not sufficient for you?

Maan crossed the distance between them in two strides. Holding her chin between his thumb and index finger, he raised her face. Instead of anger he saw heartache in her eyes… and insecurity. Still!! Pulling his hand back Maan walked to the door. Geet heard him locking it.

What are you doing? She asked turning around to face him. I am going to tell you just how much sufficient you are for me. His flat words sent a tingles down her spine. Surely he wouldn't think about that... In office! At the desk, with his long, nimble finger he pressed one button on a mini remote and the blinds closed. Then he called his assistant on the intercom. Ms. Kaur, cancel my next appointment please and direct Ms. Sharma at the reception desk to not let anyone into my cabin until I say otherwise.

Yes sir. His assistant’s reply was brisk. Then Geet found his eyes on her, intense and unwavering.

Why did you do that? The entire office knows I am here with you, Maan. What will they think? Why was she pleading all of a sudden?

Without bothering to reply he took predatory steps towards her. Geet moved back. He was mad. And although scary, mad Maan was sexy as hell. Removing the coat he was wearing he draped it at the back of one chair then started to undo his cuffs. The place between her thighs warmed up. Such a small act n she was so affected. I don’t care what they think. You are my wife; I can have you wherever I want, whenever I want.

Flushing, she looked down. They don’t know… that I am your wife. Damn, she was trapped against the wall.

Considering you just told Deepika about our marital status it wouldn’t take much time for the world to know about it.

Don’t take her name with your mouth. He couldn’t intimidate her. Let me go.

What if I don’t? He smacked both his hands on either side of her head on the wall, decreasing the distance between their bodies. Oh his scent, hot and intoxicating, wrapped around her. Geet realized her heart was pounding rapidly from anticipation, excitement or fear she couldn’t decide. I thought you weren’t going to come. He whispered, his warm breath feathering her face in most delicious manner. She looked up into his smoldering orbs.

Sorry to disturb you, Mr. Khurana. She hissed and regretted it instantly when his jaw clenched and he grabbed a handful of hairs at the back of her head and titled it back. Before she knew his lips came crashing down hard over her. She moaned in protest but it was vague even in her mind. His lips against hers, was a delightful sensation and one she couldn’t ever deny. Her hands clutched the shirt at his sides while he pushed for more. She felt the tough contours of his blazing body crushing her plump one. He bit her lower lip and that tongue of his invaded her mouth, drinking her in. Oh my, his growing erection making its presence known pressing over her thigh was her undoing. She kissed him back fervently, taking as much as giving.

He left her panting, a victorious smirk plastered across his face. Geet scowled, all hot and heavy for this man, her husband, whom she had caught red handed with another woman. She was hopeless. Licking his lips, he started to unbutton his shirt… one by one, slowly. For the love of god, how can one be so exceptionally handsome? Geet questioned herself, squirming as more of his sexy torso revealed with every next button. He removed the shirt and threw it on the couch. Then he cupped her face and kissed her once again, chastely this time. Sliding his hands down her body, he grabbed the hem of her dress and in one swift move pulled it over her head. It joined his shirt on the couch.

Geet stood in his office in black bra, panties and four inch pencil heels, her hair scattered over her chest and back. From his cupboard, he brought a neck tie and used it as make-shift hair band tying back her hairs in a pony. Then he stepped back to observe his handy work. You look gorgeous like always, just one thing is missing.

What? Geet breathed.

He moved closer and said huskily. A love bite. Here. He kept one pointy finger at the base of her neck. She gasped, jolted by the light contact. He trailed his finger down to the swell of her right breast. Here. Then rounded it to the middle, over the flimsy material of her bra. Here. Going down he poked her navel. Here. His finger continued the happy journey downward making her heart beat erratically and throat go all dry. But instead of dipping into her panty, it went right over the cloth and stopped in between her thighs. And I want to devour you here, but won’t leave a mark. This place is too precious.

He nibbled her earlobe, cupping her sex. She closed her eyes, burning from the inside n wondering how he could hold so much control over her to make her forget all anger and reason and be this wanton. Let’s find a better surface to do the deed. He scooped her in his arms carrying her to the desk. He made her stand not leaving her hand as if in fear that she would run away and cleared the table top with one swoop of his other hand. The desk was pretty big, Geet noticed as he hoisted her over it, legs hanging down over the edge. He laid her back down pressing a firm hand over her forehead. Her eyes met his, which were dark with lust.

His voice was filled with anger when he said. What I feel for you is more than physical. As a husbands it my duty to assure you though that you are more than sufficient for me. Geet felt a pang of guilt when she realized how seriously he had taken her words. She wanted to tell him that she had said it in a moment of pain but couldn’t speak right now when he stood before her bare-chested with only his pants on and she was sprawled almost naked over his office desk to do as he pleased.

Gulping she tried to form something akin to words from her dried throat but he didn’t give her a chance, with another kiss at the corner of her lips he sat down on his tall chair. The pony he had made dug into the back of her head uncomfortably. She turned her head and there he was sitting on his throne, looking like a king, his eyes hooded and lips parted with desire. Spread you legs. His voice was a soft command, eyes challenging her to defy. She didn’t dare to and did as asked. Clasping the edge of desk, he forced his chairs to slide between her legs.

And kissed her sweet spot, over the panties. Geet gasped. He raised his head, lips curling into a sexy grin. God, he was in a mood to torture. And torture he did. He kissed her inner thighs biting occasionally and sucking, she moaned endlessly and wriggled. When she tried to rise, he warned. Get up and I will tie you. She stilled. He continued to play with her. If he wanted her to beg, she wouldn’t.

When she least expected it, he pulled the cloth out of way and his tongue took a long drag of her crotch. Oh… oh. She groaned, thrusting her hips forward into him and god bless the man, he abided, clasping his lips around her, lapping her sensitive skin with his expert tongue.

He brought his free hand that wasn’t holding her panty aside and used the thumb to round her clit. She was swarmed with sensations, so many, so potent… in her, around her. Damn. Damn. She moaned out loud. More? He asked and she just pushed her pelvis more into his care. He smiled against her, humming softly so that she was a complete goner. Just when she was going to burst, he left her hanging. Hurried sounds resonated- pushing back of chair, shuffling of clothes and opening of fly. He removed her panties and a beat later was above and inside her with a hard thrust. Oww… She hissed, unknotting helplessly.

Maan groaned, his hips flexing. Yeah, love, like that. Don’t stop yourself, keep going. Geet moaned knowing he was enjoying himself, wasn’t she too? Oh yes, very much. As she came back to earth, he started to move-really move, holding her hands against the table. His lower body pushed her into the table while mouth latched on her nipple once he had freed her breast of the bra cups. He was efficient. He had four hands, supernatural tongue and a mighty-mighty cock. Soon she was reaching that place again, the place that promised the most mind numbing pleasure.

Oh Geet. He moaned above her face and she knew he was not far behind. Her man talked when he came. You think Deepika or any other woman could give me this? What you and I share is a fire, a fire that has no match. He increased pace, drove harder, faster. No match. Geet agreed. There was no match to this, to them.

I love you. YOU. He said loud and clear.

He loved her. HER. Every inch of her body trembled as she came with vigor squeezing him wedged. She heard him calling her name as he came to too, emptying himself inside her.

A well-sated Geet lay curled up against a well-sated Maan, his coat covering them. I think we made too much noise. She said as the thought finally penetrated her clearing mind.

The room is sound proof, baby. You think I would let others hear my wife’s sex sounds?

Sex sounds? Geet giggled.

You don’t seem so angry to me now, Mrs. Khurana? I wonder what it is that makes you so cheery.

She blushed. You too don’t appear angry anymore. I didn’t mean to make you angry. She said looking down.

Then why did you? Why did you ask if you weren’t enough? How could you?

You don’t understand. It just came out. I don’t doubt you, not even the tiniest bit. But Deepika… she is perfect and manipulative. She said sadly, her lower lip stuck out in a miserable little pout. I can’t bear anyone touching you like I can’t bear anyone touching me.

Maan was stunned into silence. Then his voice was accusatory. You kissed him. Geet lowered her lashes; a part of her could feel Maan’s pain that she had given in her quest to push him away. Would he believe if she told that it had hurt her to kiss Shaan as much as it had hurt him?

That was before our marriage. And I did it because I wanted you to leave me, to not pursue a lost a cause. I didn't want my bad shadow on you and see more harm come your way.

Oh Geet you aren't a bad shadow. You are my life. He kissed her forehead. His warm lips brushing her flushed skin. She sighed with contentment.

And you are mine. Only mine.

Maan smiled at her words n pecked her lips. Yours! Deepika is a friend and more than that she is business partner. I can't patronize her.

She wants to be more.

And I make it clear that I don't.

Yeah, you were certainly doing a great job at it. Geet said sarcastically.

Maan raked an agitated hand through his hairs, like he always did when he didn’t know what to do with her. Tell me what do you want?

Tell her fuck off? Stop seeing her! Assign assassins to finish her off. A number of crazy ideas ran through her mind. Don't let her touch you, just do that. Please.

His eyes softened. I won't, promise. Besides I am not fond of her touch and although sexy I don’t like you mad at me.

Now how could she ever remain angry with her darling husband? A promise and a confession. Thank you. She snuggled more into him and he held her tighter, her naked form moved against him in an erotic rub. Can I ask you for something else?

Anything, m’ love.

I want to meet him. Your son.

You mean our son? He asked grinning down at her. Her eyes bulged out at that. Holy shit. Their son! Her son!! She was suddenly a mother. Wow. His vacations will start next month; he could spend it with us here.

Can't we visit him before, at his boarding school? Geet asked her demeanor suddenly changed.

I guess we can. We can go this weekend. 

Her eyes lit up with excitement. You didn't tell me his name?

Manan.

Manan. Geet tried the name on her tongue. Maan shifted below her uncomfortably.

Geet, I think you should get off or we wouldn’t be able to get out of this cabin before closing hours. He hinted, to his good or bad luck, she got off him, a mindless grin plastered on her face.

In the car, Geet was a jittery mess beside Maan. What’s his favorite cartoon?

To the sixth question in row, Maan gave the same answer. I don’t know Geet.

On Saturday evening they had flown to Mumbai on Geet’s insistence to meet Maan’s son. Honestly, Maan wanted to see him too, it had been ages since he met his boy. To avoid conflicts they had stayed the night in a hotel although he had informed his mother and grandmother of his presence in the city and they had called him for dinner the next day. He didn’t how he felt about that exactly. On one hand, he desired to see his folks but on the other didn’t want to subject Geet to the torture. Maan knew that Geet had come to see him in the hospital while he was lying unconscious on the hospital bed and Dadimaa had thrown her out. Threw out the girl whom he needed the most that time, Geet was practically his medicine.

Geet had assured him that it was alright and she could face his hardheaded grandmother but Maan wasn’t so sure. Guess he would have to keep his eyes open the whole while and not leave his Geet alone. Oh yes, he would stay with her like a shadow and not let Dadimaa get to his wife. Only if Dadimaa knew that he was married to her.

What’s his favorite game?

I don’t know. Soccer, perhaps.

Oh. She said knotting her fingers.

For some reason, their marriage was still a secret because Deepika hadn’t screamed her lungs out about it. Why didn’t she? Maan didn’t know and had no interest either in her motives for doing or not doing things. He had other very important things to concentrate on like his wife who was now giving touch ups to her already perfect make up and his little man they were right now going to see at the boarding school.

Do I look respectable?

Very respectable and beautiful, Mrs. Khurana.

Will he like me? She asked stuffing the mirror in her purse and looking at him with big doe-shaped eyes.

There, that was the root of problem. Geet you are the nicest person I know and you are very cool too. Of course he’ll love you. Like I do. Why are you so nervous? It’s unusual. He raised a brow.

With other people I don’t bother because I already know they would hate me but Manan is a child. Children are clean slates, they are non judgmental so there is hope for me. She cocked her head as if for him to confirm.

Maan’s heart squeezed painfully. She may show like she didn’t give a damn but the girl inside her longed for affection. He gathered her hands in his. No person in their right mind could hate you. Manan will like you very much. He is very shy so maybe would take time warming up to you but in end you two would make a good pair I can tell. He said with a wink making her smile prettily with dimples on her cheeks while their car advanced towards their destination.

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PRECAP- Will Manan like Geet...???

Dedication:

This part was for Sheen's bday and I got so late. Really sorry for that dear. The part was extra big, hope you liked it.

IMPORTANT:

Have a look at the Maaneet's anniversary thread.... The makers have worked hard and did a splendid job. Lets make this celebration large.

MAANEET ANNIVERSARY  THREAD

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