Enchanted – Surrender to Submission

“I will try to give time to our relationship.” “Hmmm when you get busy, you forget everything. I am going to be the first one” what could he say in that, she has been capturing his mind these days

“I keep my words.”

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At 6 am, Maan was in his Gym, rigorously practicing his Tai chi. It was a huge open hall designed for a Gym.  There were different areas for various kinds of exercising practices. The wind was blowing and the curtains were flowing in rhythm as he was engrossed in his exercise. Of course his thoughts were centered on his wife. 

As he was busy with his exercise, he heard a jingle sound. With his alertness, he turned as saw a female figure hiding behind the thin sears and was now moving away. Geet had landed in the Gym, trying to catch hold of her husband. Not able to get much time for the whole one week, Geet decided to take things in her hand and made herself wake up early in the morning. But as she landed on Gym her eyes went on scene which sent her in trance. She was lost in the beautifully crafted body of her husband. How classically he was doing his exercise.  As Geet saw his attention diverted to this side, she started to move out, when her bangle got stuck on the thin material of the curtain. She was trying to get it out when she was pulled by his strong hand and she hit his sweaty chest.

“What’s this hide and seek early this morning? ” he asked as he straightened her. This reminded Geet as to why she was here

“This is the only option left for me. I can only hide and get glimpse of my husband because he is good at breaking his promise”

“Geet” Geet crossed her hand across her chest and turned 

“Yes, you have all the rights to shout at me. I can’t complain even if you keep breaking your promise” He turned her and pulled her to him

“Don’t ever dare to say that.” Geet somehow started melting in his arm, what was the magic that he casted everytime that she wanted to melt in his touch

“I don’t get your time. You promised you would give time to us.” she looked at him and then to his surprise hugged him from his waist and dipped her head in his chest

“I yearn for your time” she said in a low voice into his heart, her warm breath mingling with his sweat. Maan’s heart started beating uneven with her closeness, her open confession. 

“Toh Gym me time dhodhne aa gayee mera” he said in low husky voice, his one hand holding her waist as other slid through her arm

“I will go anywhere to get the tiniest of moments with you” her, this submission was confusing him He Slightly separated her

“You are confusing me. Itna mainey rakhta hoon main tumhare liye.. aann”

“Kitna mainey rakhte hain app… how do i tell” and the she again turned as she remembered her complain

“Nahi batana. You don’t have time for us.Whole one week you have no time, now you will leave for your tours after a week. This relation doesn’t mean anything to you”

And she started to leave he held her wrist and stopped her  “I am not leaving” Geet’s eye brightened and she turned with excitement

“You are not leaving? You mean you are not living for office today or for”

“Tour” he said calmly. Geet’s happiness has no bound “per kyun” she looked into his eyes

He knew why he had canceled the two month tour to various countries for different projects. He had called Vicky and asked him to go on tour.

He just kept looking at her. She came forward and hugged him tight. He raised his hand to hug her back but then moved them down. Geet didn’t mind, she would wait till he reciprocated. But she will not stop showering her feelings. She separated after a while “Will wait for our talk. Bye” she smiled and was about to leave 

“Looks good on you” and she stopped where she was “Ji” big smile on her face

“This color” This much of his comment for her and she was gone “Thank-you” she did not look back and ran.

In her room, Geet’s heart was beating fast and palm on her face 

“Geet Shut up. Stop shying. He just liked this color on you and this is your condition.”

Then she looked at herself in the mirror, trying to look at herself from all sides. 

“What’s the difference, I look as usual” What this deewani didn’t realize was – kisi ka dekhne ka nazariay hee badal raha tha.

They met at the breakfast table – Maan took a chair beside Geet and as a daily routine the servers were lined up.

Geet had been wanting to ask this but today she gathered guts. 

“Can I ask a question?” “Hmmm…”

“Wooo… In Kalsia you take the head seat and here you don’t. You take a seat beside me. I know it’s silly question, Just curious” She felt as if she just blurted stupid question

He looked at her “I will take the head seat here as well when it’s needed to represent my position but when we two are the only one here, I am your husband, that makes us the partner, equal.”

Geet kept looking at him , she has already madly fallen for him, how more is he planning to take her heart away from her. 

“And I don’t have big thoughts like him to  impress him” she scolded herself., How does she make him fall for her? 

Well what Geet didn’t know was that her charm was working like hell on him, shaking his own decision. What was stopping him was his own dilemma of what was her truth, this or that.

Later Geet went to college, had fun with friends and was returning home. As she doesn’t have to work as an intern now, her husband will arrange for training her regarding business at decision taking level as she has to work at that level with him, unless she decides to enjoy her life at home. He left that decision to her. 

Geet was strolling in the beautiful garden of the mansion, deep in thought. Okay, her deep thought was all focused on his morning statement 

“Equal, really? From where do I look equal to him? Ohh no, to become his equal i have to rise the ladder as high as his. Utna deep deep thought.. na baba na” 

“Phir kya hoga… we will end up having those heavy weighted talk. Phir romance kaisa hoga… na-na” then her eyes brightened “Idea… it’s about equality. It can be other way round” and she started imagining her Raja Sahib doing silly stuff like her

“Ha ha… so funny it will be. Obviously impossible to achieve, ” she chuckled, knowing the fact that most of the time her voice goes off air with either his talk or his small touch or his look.

“Geet, first you need to get control of his effect on you” Geet was thus lost in talking with her own self unknown to the fact that her husband was watching her antics from far. As per her morning complaint, he had tried to wrap things early today and came early. But he was amused seeing his wife talking to herself, changing expressions and hand gestures.

Geet felt a pat on her shoulder and jumped with sudden interference to her deep thought. And then she froze with his look in front of her. Did he do it intentionally to take her breath away? He was standing in front of her in his casual white shirt, top three buttons open, flaunting his well chiseled chest, his shirt tucked in tight jeans. He looked much younger than his real age. Her heart beat started raising 

“Do you do these intentionally” he asked her the question which she wanted to ask him

“Ji?” 

“Yeh bachkani harkaten. Yeh khud se baten kerna”

“Lo abb isse bhi pareshani hain inhe… khud baat kerne ka time nahi, main khud se bhi baat na karoon” she murmured to herself

“What was that? What are you cursing me under your breath” Geet had no idea what her antics did to him. On top her babish look in tank-top and shorts. Had he ever imagined, his Rani Sahiba would come in this form. And her submission to him as she looked lost in him, was overpowering the fact of his knowledge that she was cheating on her husband earlier. Why did her submission to this relation, to him, showering herself on him looked more true than what he had earlier experienced. Lost in his thought of her, he pulled her to him. She felt his heartbeat was not even either, their eyes met. He was lost in her big hazel eyes that were so lost in him and she was lost in his deep dark orbs, which had so much passion that she felt she would drown into it. 

“You look so young and so hot” she blurted out all lost in his looks

This out of blue statement of Geet broke his trance “I look young? What do you mean, I am not young? I am just 31 years old for your kind information.” Maan just came out from Raja Sahib with her blurt.

“No I didn’t mean that”

“And what is that – look hot “means? Do you have any idea how girls are ready to spend time with me? And mind you, the way I want. ”

This brought fire in Geet and she brought her index finger in front of his face “Dare you think in that direction.” and then his one questioning look, reminding her of her acts and she placed her hand down

“Sorry. ” and she hugged him, placing her head on his chest. She needed any chance to simply be as close to him and he was always unable to separate her.

“It’s just that I can’t bear you mentioning any girl this way. Ready to take all your tantrums and anger on me but can’t bear this, I can’t.”

“Do you realize then, how hard it is for me Geet” She looked up at his face, still hugging him

“It’s you and only you, My Raja Sahib I have fallen in love with, even before I saw you. How and when it simply seeped inside me.” As she was close to his heart, holding him by her arms around him. He without realizing held her, not by his arm around her but supporting her by his hand on her arm. He was listening to her intently. His mind did not want to believe her but somewhere his heart was believing her each word.

Geet raised her hand to place it on his cheek, sending the feel of bliss through him. Other than Dadima, no one has the guts to place their hand on his cheek this lovingly, making him deprived of love. Even Dadima, would have touched him this way when he was young and needed emotional support. As he had started taking things under his control, taking his responsibility and was officially declared the head of their Kalsia system, he was completely deprived of such an act even from Dadima. Love was always there, but respect for Raja Saheb took over and she did not find appropriate to make him feel like child.

“You may not trust me and that is fine with me.” He did not say anything. After a while she separated.

“I will check on dinner arrangements.” “Hmmm…”

After dinner again Geet was waiting restlessly for her husband. It had been one week and he had made his presence for her today. 

Geet had changed and was racing restlessly in her room, when Maan entered and looked at her. He was meeting her eyes at night after a week. He had intentionally been coming late to avoid her. It was getting hard for him around her. But then again, he was not the one to run away. 

He quietly went to get freshen up and then settled on bed on his side. Geet was standing but then ran and came to bed. She slid inside the quilt and came near him and placed her head on her chest. He never pushed her away, it was enough for her, she could feel his acceptance in that much. Maan had his hand crossed behind his head. Geet placed her hand around his chest

“Thank You. And i liked the way you fought today”

“Fought?” he felt offended, he was not a child to fight. He made decisions.

“Hmmm… It was so cute”

“Cute? Do you even realize what you speak?” She looked at him and smiled 

“You may be very mature, but in this case, I know better.” He looked at her and shook his head, a small smile forming at the corner of his lips. This girl said and did things to him and no one will ever do. Why did it feel light to listen to all her blabber. It was a different world to him. 

But as they laid there that way a different sensation and thoughts started rising. Her breast was crushing in the side of his chest, he felt it was hardened, he slightly moved to adjust and fix the position but then  his hardened manhood touched Geet’s soft leg. Their eyes met in the dim lighted room, Passion flowing and their eyes just could not move away, reading each other.

Her big hazel eyes looked at him with expectations. It was getting tough for him as well. Knowing she is his wife, he planned to give this relation, what was he waiting for. Geet softly raised her hand to touch his cheeks, her hands were shaking and cold, very well telling her condition.

“It’s Okay, I will wait till you trust me” she said softly, there was a crack in her voice. It pained him deeply. what would he say to her, what he was going through. How long could he wait he did not know himself. Was her submission itself not the proof of her truth? 

“Go to sleep, Geet.” She smiled faintly and was about to turn when he turned her to him. He could not take the insult she felt with his word and on top his own ragging heart which was arguing with his wait.

Maan went little on top of Geet, his face exactly above hers, their eyes locked. He bent down and then surprising Geet,  took her lips, first brushed his lips with hers, then rolled his tongue. Geet opened her mouth and he went full inside exploring each part of her. He went deep and deep, sucking her, his hand went directly inside her loose shirt, his hand and mouth both rough on her, as he pulled her roughly closer to him,arousing her like she had never imagined. Never had she imagined him this way. He went a little more above her, his hardness clearly could be felt, he didn’t hesitate to let her know. His hand went to her globe above her this material, he pressed it hard, sucked her lips harder, Geet registering his annoyance with the material in between, slid her hand inside her shirt and unhooked the bra and he immediately pushed it up and pressed her tip as he sucked her mouth deeply, letting her know of the passion. Geet simply gave in to his demand. After he had poured in trailer of his passion he separated.

He looked at her, Geet was red with shyness but he had a smirk on his face, no shyness, no hesitation. As if he knew exactly what he wanted “Good night, now have a good sleep” Geet turned red and turned, a smile adorning her face. 

As Geet closed her eyes, she could feel, this was just a sneak peek of what he was expecting from their relationship. It’s different and much more mature than what she is thinking of as romance to start with. All while Geet’s child image had been imagining romance from him as sophisticated as he carried himself  to  the world in daytime.