BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED, PART 41

BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED

PART 41

He swayed his way up the stairs but didn’t go to their room n instead walked towards the guest room. Geet marched in behind him. 

Why are you coming here? He didn't answer. I’ll sleep with you.

No.

Yes.

NO. He yelled. I am going to sleep here n you in the bedroom.

He had never raised his voice at her like that. Geet gritted her teeth n tried to control her breathing. She didn’t have strength to take his anger. I’ll sleep with you. She repeated.

Maan removed his tie n threw it across the room in a show of anger, the action didn’t come across as intended n was rather clumsy. Why do you have to sleep with me? When you can’t bare my touch, you freaking freeze when I kiss you, like I disgust you suddenly and you wouldn’t tell me why? I want to help, I can change but you won’t open your damned mouth and I hate you for that. I hate you.

No. Don’t say that. She wanted to close her ears. So used to hearing his doting words, his confessions of love, she had never imagined he could ever say that he hated her. In the past week she had upset him that much? She felt guilty and fearful. What if he actually kept hating her from now on and never went to loving her?

He held her hand, took her out of the room and closed the door. She walked back dejected to their room and lay on bed alone. She twisted and turned thinking about Maan and how she had hurt him. Somehow she always ended up hurting him. In the end she couldn’t sleep. She wanted him close so badly. She went to the guestroom and crawled into the bed. Maan didn’t turn towards her but she knew he wasn’t sleeping. I am sorry. She said throwing her arm across his waist and kissing his nape. The muscles of his neck twitched with just the touch of her lips. It wasn’t hard for her to placate Maan n they both knew it. She moved her toe against his calf and heard his breath quicken.

I don’t want you here.

I know n it’s my whole fault. I will make it up to you. She knew she was doing it wrong. Seducing him when he wasn’t sober but she didn’t know any other way to make him feel better. She pushed him on his back and began to unbutton his shirt. Maan held her hand, anger in his eyes but she wiped the look with a kiss on his mouth. Their lips mashed together and his anger n pain all poured into the union.

Moving her lips to his ear, she whispered earnestly. Forgive me please.

No. I will never forgive you. Not until you tell me everything. Maan said his voice lacking conviction and eyes getting darker.

But there is nothing-she kissed the corner of his mouth-to tell. She kept laying pecks on the same spot until he buried his hand in her hairs and pulled her mouth to his for another heated kiss.

Geet opened his shirt button while Maan didn’t even bother with that. He just pushed his hands under her shirt and unclasped the bra. He hands covered her breasts. Shortly, they were a tangled mass of limbs- hands and legs moving against each other. Geet ended up on her stomach beneath Maan, both of them naked from waist down. Maan pulled her hips against his, burying his rock-hard member into her to the hilt. Both of them let out a labored sigh-making love after a week, although it felt like centuries.

He withdrew and pushed in. She rocked with him clutching the sheets to control her emotions that made her eyes misty. She blocked the images of Dev and everything that had come to the surface recently. She concentrated on Maan and how he made her feel. How even now there was love that radiated off him as he fucked her passionately and angrily. He shoved harder and groans filled the room. She felt him coming inside her, her own insides tightening when Maan pulled completely out. What the- She gasped, her body limp. He was going to leave her hanging? She looked back, devoid of energy n her body trembling, unfulfilled.

That is how I feel. When I see you suffering and know you that you wouldn’t share it with me, that I can do nothing to take it away.

Moving aside, he embraced her without pity. Geet buried her face into his chest, overwhelmed by her punishment and cried.

When Geet got up the next morning, she was highly disoriented. For a moment she thought she was going to be sick again but nothing happened, then she noticed Maan wasn’t in the bed with her. She ran to their bedroom, praying that he hadn’t left already. He hadn’t, thank goodness. He was in front of the mirror knotting a sexy navy blue tie around his neck. She entered the room hesitantly, wondering if he was still angry. His eyes caught her sight, stayed for a beat there and then moved again to the tie which his meticulous fingers were working on. Definitely angry!

It was a bad move. He said voice flat. Taking advantage of my drunkenness.

Why are you mad still? I have suffered enough already. I can’t believe you didn’t… let me finish.

Maan furrowed his eyebrows like he didn’t know what she was talking about. I did wha- His puzzled expressions slowly transformed into understanding and then into an amused smirk. A punishment well deserved I must say.

Geet blushed and Maan was having a hard time staying mad. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t made her climax. It was selfish thing to do on his part but she had pushed all his limits this last week.

Don’t laugh. You are a mean drunk.

Sobriety doesn’t make people any less mean. At his words Geet hung her head low and he felt bad for being too harsh. When she looked at him again, her eyes were swimming with tears.

I am sorry, Maan. I am really trying to be a good wife, but… things get to me, things I can’t explain to you. I- I don’t know… Maybe I might be able to explain someday but for now please bear with me. Please. She was standing there sobbing, tears drenching her cheeks and lips, looking genuinely sorry. Although, he had gotten no answer n she had told him nothing, he couldn’t hold it any longer. He diminished the distance between them and embraced her.

Don’t try to be the good wife; you are already perfect for me, love. Just try to open your gates and let me in. One step at a time, okay?

She nodded. Last night you said you hated me, do you really?

No, never. He couldn’t hate her even if she ripped him apart. I was not in my senses. You are my definition of love; there is no space for hate.

She hugged him tighter wishing it would always remain the same.

I have news for you. Manan’s vacations have started and I have arranged for his arrival here early. He will be coming here tomorrow evening.

Geet wiped her tears. Why didn’t you tell me before? I want to do so much for him n there is so less time.

Do whatever you want just leave out one thing.

What?

Don’t cook for him.

Geet laughed and hit his chest.

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