Indebted – One such consequences

Geet had at last accepted the offer. Well life in London will be much a relief than in Mumbai. In Mumbai –Veerji and Meera Di, always ready to give her lecture. But in London, she will lead her life as she wishes. And then the huge salary that she has been offered. Bur was it only Money and Mumbai that has made her accept the offer. She knew, it was all so secondary. It was him. Her heart raced at the thought of him. Will he still be the same ,letting her do whatever she wants and absorb all consequences within him.

Consequences: – She was looking at his old shirt in her hand, it has its own tale of one of consequence that he had to bear due to her adventurous act. She tried to smell it, to get his fragrance. It had been so many years, off course the fragrance was gone. But this cheap material, polyester shirt was so special. His beautiful well-formed, sweaty body wore it. She remembers the day she has got it from him. “haha” a small laugh came out of  her mouth as she remembered.

“Geet, please focus yaar. I have tough paper that same day and here I am teaching you. At least focus on what I am trying to explain” 4th semester exam in IIT. All his classmates were busy with books.

“Well you are well prepared, I know. So these two days you are just teaching me” she declared

He had looked at beautiful face of this trouble 9th grader, and he knew something weird definitely going in her brain. But he immediately had removed his gaze as she had come in dark colored tank top and smallest shorts that she could find in her wardrobe.  He slender legs flaunting in front of his eyes. Hmmm she has grown tall in this last 1 year.

“You were stealing glances at me. I saw in the dining table. Bolo Bolo” she raised her eyebrows teasing him.

“Hmmm.. now let’s start. We don’t have to do this crash course if you focus whole year”

“Then what are you here for?” She pulled his shirt by both his collar and the left

“Ok you go, if you have to show attitude. I will just tell Dad, Maan could not teach me he had his own important paper.”

How his tone had immediately mellowed “Geet, I have all time for you, You know, right. If you focus you will get good grades. And if you don’t get good grades, aunty will be so disappointed with me”

“Hmmm but I am feeling so cold” she said with naughtiness in her eyes. But what was she up to

“Then wear some descent clothes”

She had come close to him “Gee-eet” he had fumbled 

“Why you lose focus seeing me like this. I look hot na”

“Geet you are a child, speak your age” he had calmly explained

She had again held his collar and pulled him harshly towards her “You are not my Veerji, Samjhe. Dare you call me a child”

“Ok, will switch of the AC. You be seated and let’s start”

She again came closer to him and placed her hands on button of his shirt 

“No let AC be ON. I will wear this shirt of yours” she opened his top button

“Geet stop yaar. If anyone sees, I am gone”

“You don’t like me near you like this.. Bolona” she said in low voice. Maan’s manhood was all tight and straightened. 

With her doing nothing, if his eyes went on her, he would be aroused and how he controlled with her these acts only he knew.

“I saw in one movie… how that girl opened hero’s button from her teeth. I wanna try. Now stay still”

She was innocently trying to open his shirt button from her teeth, doing thousands things to him. The act didn’t happen with her but his shirt and inner vest got wet with her saliva. “Nahi ho raha” she pouted and Maan was gone, completely.

“Who gives you these ideas to watch such movie? Hold on, I will open it” 

“No” she did open it with her own hands, trying to be seductive. She didn’t need to, for him. Her mere presence was enough to turn his desire upside down. He knew she was beyond his reach and had learned well to control. all that she did, was for her own learning.

Later he was able to make her sit and focus on study and they covered pretty much a lot. Rest chapters and revision he will cover tomorrow. He planned. Whose exam it was, didn’t need to care. He will take care she knew.

But after Geet had went to sleep and he came out of room in vest and tracks, Ranoo’s eyes went on him.

“What were you doing coming from Girl’s room with no shirt Maan.”

“No No Aunty. Woo woo water fell and AC was On so” 

“What So” Brij came out hearing his mother’s loud voice

The moment he saw Maan, their eyes met and he knew. His sister’s doing and poor boy is handling

“So I got the shirt out and covered with blanket” 

“Okay go sleep now. Will cross check with Geet tomorrow”

Next day when Geet was asked, she looked at Maan, teasingly asking – Should I help you or not. 

Brij showed his eyes to Geet and Geet by chance melted seeing pleading eyes of Maan. Ohh she loved it when he begged for her help for her own misdeeds. She had helped him and he was saved.

She came back to present hearing loud sound of kids. She kissed his shirt madly

“Sorry. Sorry for everything. Miss you so much. You miss me too, right? Right Maan? You miss me Bolo na” But he was nowhere to listen or talk to her anymore. It has been 8 years of his being gone from their life, from her life but each memory of his were installed deep inside her heart.

Ok that just one of several consequences he had faced. This was just very simple one. There had been innumerable much severe one. She did not want to think about them. It made her heart so heavy. But these incidents have been revolving in her brain since last 8 years, since he has gone away from her life.

But one thing she has not yet been able to absorb, how could he go away from her life. She owned him, he was hers. How can he make his life separate from hers.

“Maa-aan” her heart cried for him.