Chapter 7: Not so innocent Confession

Maan and Geet’s attraction towards each other started when Maan was in 12th and Geet had entered 7th.

In 7th grade, Geet herself was popular in her group. Off course her results were good. Not academically but anything she participated, she won. Maan made sure she was well prepared for everything. He would work hard with her and he was allowed to be strict with her only in that case, but still limit was always set. Geet can anytime twist things to put him under scanner. But she excelled in everything, just like Maan, even though having chit chatting and big friends group. She was typical spoil Brat kid with line of Chamchas.

Now with this group came all type of information. Pre-teen age, they all thought they were teenager and can know few more things. Thus they started exploring few things just by magazines. Or girls would hear something and try to decode what it meant.

Now Geet’s dressing would be little exposing. Even though childlike. Her skirts would be pulled up way above her knees, showing most of her thighs and other girls in group would do same. Landing in school and they would pull it as much up as possible.

They would plan movie and later discuss on few kissing scenes, or some touch symbolic scenes. They could not figure out more but curiosity was building.

Maan definitely was super popular in class 12 and along with Student President, he was president of sports club and literary club and few other clubs which hosted debates etc. Along with teachers he was in selection team of many inter school selections. Pari was in literally club selection group with him but he was in many more clubs.

He was most talked boy and as much famous in boys and esp. Girls of senior section, his popularity also reached middle school. But they also kept mentioning friendship of Pari Di and Maan Sir. It would affect her but Maan had told her many a times that Pari was just good friend but very good friend. So Geet always tried to ignore talks of Pari Di.

Geet was so proud, the most popular one was at her service, any time. All girls senior and her peers would be blushing to talk to him and he was at her disposal anytime. And the urge to enjoy this grew. But not only this, staying with Maan, seeing him in playground, confident among his group, ruling most programs and above all his looks, any other boy in no case gain her interest over him.

Attraction was mutual. Maan would be fun with Girls and boys of his groups but all stylish and well built up girls of his class could not raise the urge in him that his bossy Geet raised. She would use him left and right but then she was small bomb package for him. Her beauty, naughtiness, sometimes bossiness over him and then mostly staying together all time, seeing her in what not ways. Desire that this little girl raised in his young budding heart was unmatchable. Maan definitely was getting head over heels Fida on her. Though her rude raw behavior with him, opposite of all other peers, who respected him would many-many times leave him broken. But

Dilto hai Dil,

Dilka kya kijiye,

Aagaya jo kisis pe,

Bas phir kya kijiye

This was his condition now as they were growing.

Then by mid of session, both were not able to hold and had efficiently made their relation clear to each other. One day Maan had took away magazine from Geet, which was not her age appropriate

“Don’t ever try to be my big brother”

He had looked intently at her for a while and then “I will die before becoming that to never take birth again”

What a shine Geet had on her face “ohh really!!! You feel that way for me”

He had pulled her on ground he was sitting on, holding her wrist “Which boy in his real sense will not think that way about you. See at you!!”

They never hid their though about each other and it definitely was mutual, nothing went out. They started building their own world slowly, in which whatever she made him do or talked stayed within them. The situation in which they were living, they for sure needed each other to make sure their thought.

“Leave others, you tell yours” she had asked eagerly. Maan had smiled with blush

“But you are way beyond my reach” he had said raising his hands

“I know” she had said with pride

“But you are very much within my reach” she had pulled him towards her encircling her hands around him.

“You are growing too fast” he said with naughty smile

“Then what are you for, handle me” she said raising her eyebrows and then she had got up flaunting her white silky soft leg in front of him under her very short frilly skirt. Maan closed his eyes and shook his head with smile to come back to real world.

Geet had left him with attitude but she was in cloud nine that day. In her room she was walking restlessly. He has confessed and now Maan had no option, he was hers and only hers. She will make sure of that in all ways.

But this did not stop Maan from enjoying girls’ attention all around him. Geet, he knew was out of his league. She will use him when she wanted and would throw him. To keep his spirit high, he definitely needed that dose off all other girls’ attention and somewhere even show Geet, what here ally was. Pari and her sorted talks for sure helped him when he would bebroken by some acts of Geet.

Geet herself was no less popular in class, but then none definitely interested her. But she was not less in teasing him. When seeing him nearby in any break, she would have her skirt pulled up way high and jump around boys around her. Then look at him, tease him and turn away. She very well knew he could not voice her act but burnt from inside. Ohh she loved it.

One similar day, by chance both Geet and Maan’s class had ground break at same period on Wednesday. Senior and middle school ground were bit far. That day Geet went to check on Maan and saw Maan was having fun in class group and by chance there were mostly girls and Pari was sitting beside him holding his arm. Geet burned. All girls esp. Pari Di had so well-built body and senior girls shape were coming; with short skirts they were hovering around Maan. Maan definitely was enjoying. He was engrossed in talk with Pari.

This was beyond Geet’s tolerance. She came towards senior playground and signaled him to come to her. But he ignored and in signals conveyed – class time how do I come.

That evening Maan very well knew, he will have to face her wrath, but so many years he was now used to her punishments on him. But he cannot stop living his life because of this 7th grader punishments.

Anyways, it all happened in room between them. Her punishing style has changed though. Her punishment now would always result in him only controlling all his hormonal urges and drink it all.

But today, Geet was different. She actually felt bit insecure. The way Maan ignored her call and kept enjoying those stylish senior girls made her restless. Whatever Maan says but Pari was an alarm for her.

No she can’t be insecure. He was hers and that was it. She owned him, is all she knew and she will make it clear to him.

Ranoo sent Maan with her glass of milk and snack. He always did it, when it was time for him to sit with her studies, he would be send with these stuff in her service.

He quietly kept the milk and snack trey and went to get her books out. Madam would just sit on study table and it was Maan’s duty to get all her stuff out.

Maan took his chair without looking at her, started checking her homework.

“GET UP” she ordered as she stood near his chair

“Geet it’s study time”

“Get up I said” he simply got up, knowing he was gone. But then Geet took his chair and placed it against the wall, away from table

“Go sit now”

 Maan was confused “Geet what’s the matter” Geet did not think it was necessary to answer. Maan at last went and sat on the chair. What was she up to?

Geet then sat on his lap with her legs on either side of his “Gee-eet”

“Shhhh” she placed her fingers on his lips. She then held his collar in her fist and pulled him towards her. That act always made herfeel superior to him, as his hand hanging down and hers on his respect. Dominance was so clear.

She then traced his face with her fingers and then down and then her whole palm going down to his whole body till his pant’s zip “This whole of you, from head to toe, is mine. Samjhe”

Maan whole self-shivered, rushing his blood up and down but he knew she was in some of her own trip today. Any word from him and she will blast off.

“Bolo” she came closer, almost sitting on his straightened Manhood

“Kya Bolun” he was in no sense to speak

“Say you are mine, only mine. Say I own you” she was so restless, rubbing her hands on his cheeks, pinching it between her fingers. She wanted to hurt him for making her wait

“100 times you have made me say same” he said with chocked voice.

“JUST SAY!!!” her face was red with anger and Maan was losing his sense but had to control.

“I am yours, completely yours” “AND”

Maan shied “And you own me” she held his collar tight and bit his lips harshly getting the blood out

“Don’t ever do what you did today. Get that” and then she hugged him

“I love you. Why do you trouble me”?

“You trouble me with boys around, uska?” he somehow spoke. With Geet around, all Maan’s smartness would go.  She was a lioness and she ruled him. She separated herself and smilingly looked at him

“You are not planning of equal status? hmmm” she said playing with his cheeks, pulling them, twisting them, his hands down. For any boy this would be too much to take and this was Maan, super boy of school. None could even imagine him in this humiliated state.

“How can I?” he said meekly, voice not coming out, both due to their physical position and feeling shame on himself of facing this humiliation from 7th grader girl. But she was Geet. His Boss in all ways.

“Then why do you even try” She patted his cheeks, showed her superiority over him and then kissed it hard. All her wish. Maan had no option, little against her wish in room, she could twist thing and take it to her Dad.

“Can we do some studies now. I have to do mine too after that” he said in chocked voice

“Hmm”. He went to washroom, washed his face and calmed himself by taking deep breath few times and then they went on student teacher mode.

But in between, Geet would not miss getting up and placing innumerable kisses on his cheeks, but he was not allowed to do so. But smile would definitely form on his face. Her acts making him almost forget the humiliation she placed on him few minutes back. He was actually by now used to it, accepted her acts as part of his life. He rather would prefer to enjoy the beautiful part that she brought with it than cry over her humiliation. He was in no position to anyways do anything about them. In short, she had made him thick skinned to take her ways with him.