Rakshak – Part 15

“You will get time with your daughter too” It was all in Mohinder’s favor. Once he has his daughter with him he can plan further how to get back his daughter out from this mess forever. But he was so upset with Maan showing right on deciding about his daughter and she saying not a word against his wish. This needed to be broken he thought.

Mohinder left to pick Geet next morning. Maan closed the door and turned to look at Geet. Their eyes met and he could see the deep pain and scare in her eyes. It pricked his heart, he was the source of her pain. Without a word Geet turned and left for the room. Maan obviously Peeche peeche.

She was angrily taking out her earing which in anger was not coming out coz her hands were shaking. It was then she felt his warm hand caressing her hand and making its way to her Jhumka. She simply removed her hand from there and let him do. His hands then dropped on her leg and along with it the tear drops on her hand.

“Gee-eet” he spoke in soft husky voice as he turned her and brought her in her embrace. Held her there, close to his heart as her tears mercilessly wet his shirt.

“Sorry” he spoke after a while “Tumse bina puche, I took this decision” he brought her little far to look at her face “But it is only suggestion you can say No”

She hit him on his chest and continuously kept hitting, he took it all without a word, tired and helpless she sat on her knees in front of him, her hand all along dragging clutching to his clothes. He very well knew she will always protect his words then why did he do it.  

Helplessly she went and sat on the bed “Kyun Maan Kyun… main mar jaongi” he sat down immediately and placed finger on her lips “Don’t dare you” he snored in anger “Don’t ever samjhi tum” Geet did not know what to do, she was holding sides of the bedsheet and shaking her leg.

“Geet calm down Baby” he pulled her up in his lap, kept kissing her cheeks from back rubbed the back of her hand . She turned and hid her face in his chest “Maan I can’t… I can’t” “Tumse alag” she shook her head in NO.

“Maan” she looked up and cupped his face “Dad will separate us Maan, he will separate us” She was so scared at the thought of being separated from Maan. She felt chocked even at that thought. Maan was literally her Jaan, away from him, imagining that she felt lifeless.

She somehow wanted to convince Maan, it was her need. Maan was her need, he was her air to breathe.

She straightened herself on Maan ,putting pressure on his legs and Maan just let her be. Whatever way she wanted, he was all hers. “Maan listen” she said in convincing tone “Dad has illusion that I need lavish life. But Maan” she looked here and there not able to understand how to explain him. He gave her glass of water to calm down.

“Maan I need nothing, nothing at all. Only You, only you” she cupped his face tighter almost begging. Unable to see her this helpless he took her lips within his. It was deep-deep passionate kiss.

They separated after a while “Is it easy for me?” “Are you planning to run away like this from your dad whole life. Dad whose world you are?”

After a while Maan made her sit and started doing her packing. “I will do”. ”Just be seated.”

She was just looking at him as he was doing her packing. He wanted to do as much possible. “Bolo Geet”

“I am not running away from Dad. Just that he is not approving you. Talks about separating us” She came closer “I don’t like it. I can’t bear” she held him tight from back.

“So in return you gift him the same disapproval of yours” He said without looking at her, picking and folding her clothes. He knew he will loose with her helpless face.

She held him tight. He had to turn to her. He cupped her face “Baby, his disapproval is very natural”

He paused and shied “We have so few true relation – We, Maa and your Dad. Damn he is your father Geet” Geet then realized it was Maan’s craving of Father figure. He had lost everything after that incident.

He made her sit on the bed “Running from Dad is not a solution. We need to win his approval”

“You are taking Dad very easy Maan” Maan did not like Geet speaking such about her Dad

“What has happened to you” “Pyar” She turned other side “Jisse hua hai use fark hee nahi”

He pulled her tightly. He was very angry and pulled her harshly to him “Fark nahi parta mujhe.. aan” and he harshly took her lips. Very-very harshly, going deep and deep, mercilessly, crushing her shoulders by his hands. Showing her how he was drinking his pain. He left her harshly and went to fix her packing

“I did not call him here, if you are doubting me for that. He just called and declared he is coming.” he was so angry “Maaan” she tried getting up to manaoo him. He signaled her to be seated there.

“Anyways what were you planning for your final exams.” She went on back foot. She definitely was planning to drop this year but seeing his burring eyes she dared not say that.

“Geet I am asking something” he kept looking into her eyes “I just thought this year just settle down and then next year…” Only this much and she found her almost packed bag in the floor and all her clothes went here there. He stormed out of room.

Maan was on terrace lost in thought. How the education was snatched away from him when he was all into it. How he lost his father and then how things fell apart in front of his eyes.

He was lost in thought and slowly cooling down when he felt her hand slipped around him from back and she started placing soft kisses all over his back. He turned and took her lips passionately within his, slipping his hand under her kurti, pulling her even closer … “These two months going to be very tough for me” he said between the kiss.

He lifted her a bit “will you be able to handle me whole night. I need you” he almost pleaded

“I need you more.. Need to survive” but before she could say anything he stopped her by taking her lips within his. He was so harsh but she was enjoying it.

It was late night, all were sleeping so he just picked her in arms to their room and threw her in bed….

Rest was the night of passion