Devil’s Den – Chapter 50

“Jiju No, it’ fine”

“Don’t worry. I am not going to babysit your dream. It will be your vision, it will be your effort. You will have my guidance and if you are able to impress me – Maan Khurana will invest in your company”

“Jiju, impress you in business? Impossible. I’m nowhere near that level,”

“Think about, everyone doesn’t get chance to get guidance from Maan Khurana”

“Knock-knock – if Jiju Sali romance is over, I came to let you both know that dinner is ready”

Geet took their attention

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Geet had insisted Maan to take a break till the family is here. Amidst all emotional and psychological fights, Maan never stopped on this was work. He poured out everything into his work. Geet had warned him this time Maan could not deny his Butter

“Will you stop working now” Geet closed his system with a firm look. Maan turned to her, his eyes locked on hers. She had her hands firmly on her waist, and she was giving him a stern warning. Maan knew he could instantly change her mood, but he enjoyed playing along with her.

He slowly approached her, his eyes locked on hers, and a sly grin spread across his face.

“Wha— what?” Geet took a step back, but Maan was too quick. In an instant, his right hand wrapped around her waist, and she was jolted and bumped into his chest.

 “I know the bed feels way too big without me, doesn’t it?” He teased her, his other hand comfortably resting on her bottom round, as if he owned it.

Well Geet knew it was hard to resist this Devil of hers but she tried being stern.

“So, you won’t listen to me,” she tried to feign anger.

“I am listening, but be quick. You know, I am more into action than words” 

“From now on, you will not work till our family is here.”

“What? No?” he involuntarily blurted out.

Geet gave him a stern look,

“I mean, this suddenly?”

“Suddenly?” she narrowed her eyes

“Fine,” she pushed him away and turned, but he caught her instantly, pulling her back to him.

“Your wish above everything, you know that.” Geet smiled pushing her head into his chest

“You enjoy showing attitude to me… ummm” he said tucking her even closer

Geet didn’t need to confirm it. His words might sound casual, but she knew he kept every promise to her with utmost sincerity.

Geet smiled, gazing up at his face. Oh, his sharp features pointed directly at her, his deep eyes gazing at her with an intensity full of love and desire, and his smile, cunning yet captivating – Geet could give her everything every time for this cunning devil.

“I’m goanna take a shower, wish to join in?” he asked, with a wink

“I just took a shower” she said, playfully pushing him away for his shower but he instead grabbed her fully into his arms

“You little cheat,” he murmured, his hands gliding lazily across her back, fingers teasing the fabric just above her skin. Every stroke of his touch made it achingly clear how the night was destined to unfold.

“You go for shower; I will give you something nice” she hinted

“better” and he left for the quick shower. 

Geet gazed at the mirror, admiring her attire. She had dressed in a way that mirrored his preferences, but that was not only a delightful surprise for him tonight.

She had left her slightly damp hair down, and he adored her curls framing her face. He would gently play with them or find his way between them, using his lips to leave kisses on her cheeks. She had applied a light moisturizer to keep her skin natural and soft, while a strawberry gloss added a touch of color.

On her body, she hung a single piece of cloth—a delicate red satin chemise—that held her by an extremely thin and loose strap. These were all that he desired and anticipated.

However, today, she is going to surprise him with something unexpected. There was no bra or bottom lingerie, not even a thin, fine material. Maan had always requested that she wear nothing inside, so that his hands could flow freely inside without any friction. Geet had always been shy and ended up placing at least the thinnest material there.

“For once, can you?” he had asked. She had always shyly declined, hiding her face into his chest, getting him into task of getting them off her.

This small thing will be a real surprise for him. She knows it will elevate his mood and then he will take her to his world of pleasure.

The door creaks open, and Maan emerges, half-drenched in water. His smooth, bare torso glistens with water droplets as he simply wears a night pant that falls well below his waist. His gaze locks onto hers, and there’s no hesitation in his expression. It’s crystal clear that he intends to have a passionate and a raw intense night with her.

But now , seeing him and his intentions, Geet is nervous with the stunt that she has played on by initiating an open invitation in eagerness to surprise him.

Maan slowly approached her like a lion towards his prey.  

He wrapped his one hand around her waist and other on her bottom – his signature way of holding her. Maan slightly moved his hand and his eyes widened with the realization while smile formed on his face

“bold Geet, bold. He likes it bold” she reminds herself

“Really?” Geet smiled and looked up at him, placing her hands on his chest.

Maan took no second, his sliding his hand under her tape, moving his hand over her smooth skin, squeezing her bottoms tight in his fist. 

“Thanks for granting my long-awaited wish. Be ready for the best return gift tonight” he said, a killer side loop smile forming on his face

And next, she was picked up in his arms and thrown on the bed.

Soon, the minimal clothes on them were thrown down on the floor. 

As the night went deeper, the room was filled with Geet’s moans, his body filled with her nails marks as he had turned and twisted her mercilessly and every time ending up with his big hard muscle moving inside her harshly.

It has started with the deep full mouth kisses, their hands pleasuring each other’s body. Geet had first pushed him on bed and fulfilled her desire by placing her soft petals all over him. And she kept doing it till Maan’s desire reached uncontrolled level. And once he lost his patience, she was thrown below him on the bed, Geet knew it was now best to surrender completely. Going further, she had then just been a beautiful delicate doll for him and he had played with her in all the ways. Mouth full sucking of her skin, she had been bent in so many ways, turned and twisted.

He had also played along by arising her desire, kissing her mercilessly on her soft spots, ending her in begging for him to go inside her, as hard as he could.

Maan could have gone with same passion whole night and Geet would have not stopped him. But sensing the toll that it was taking on her, he ended the passionate night by pulling her hard into his chest, snuggling her within him. It didn’t take more than few seconds when Geet drifted to sleep into his arms.

When Maan awoke by the sound of her passionate voice enveloping him, “I love you, Maan,” that she had repeated the whole night, her voice filled with an intensity. “I love you more than anything, more than life itself.” Her words, even when uttered in a state of fervent passion, carried a extreme sense of genuine love. Despite the moans and expressions of desire, Maan could sense the underlying love in her passion. Even when he was consumed by his own desires, he couldn’t miss the love that her words conveyed. Her words of affirmation gave him a sense of self-worth, knowing that they came from the heart of someone he truly cared about. Her declaration of love was like a refreshing breath of air, filling him with a sense of vitality and joy.

And then something struck Maan—he had never been able to express his feelings for her in the same way. What must she be thinking of him—he only showers her with his passion, desire, and money. How insignificant all this felt compared to her soulful declaration of ‘I Love You’. ‘Love’—a word she had never heard him utter. Must her heart not ache to hear those words from him? His love felt so incomplete.

But his fear of his. Is this fair for her? 

Thinking of her, Maan rose to find that the mess they had made in the night had been cleaned up. His wife, his ‘Butter,’ had always taken care of all his messes, not just the visible ones but also the mess he had created by starting off on the wrong foot with her family. She was working hard to clean it all up as well.

Maan got up to freshen up. Throughout his morning routine, he berated himself for being shallow while she held him tightly. He had to do everything from the heart now and do everything to give her happiness. Not only because she wanted him to, but because it would finally release her. He would truly work to please her family, their family, putting aside all his ego. They were her family, and he would now have to make them his own family—like a real, real family. They were her family, she was his, and he was hers. So, her family was his family.

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As the entire family had gathered in the hall, Maan descended the steps in a navy blue tee with a white strap on the collar and sleeves. He paired it with a pair of jeans at the bottom. Geet couldn’t take her eyes off the somewhat boyish appearance of her husband as he made long strides down the stairs.

Maan flashed a gentle smile at everyone, shocking and surprising everyone. Despite being decent with everyone these days, this welcoming smile is beyond anyone’s imagination.

“Good morning, old lady” He greeted Dadima first and then looked at Mohinder and Rano

“Good morning, Papaji. Good morning, Mummy ji”

“Good morning beta ji” They hesitated with his new boy next door tone, but responded

Maan took his seat and Geet served him his coffee. He turned his look at Rajji and following up with their previous conversation

“So Rajji, I want you to start working towards your dream”

“What dream?” Brij jumped in

“It’s about her career plan. She wants to go into entrepreneurship” Maan said casually

Brij turned his head towards Rajji “Really Rajjo? and do you think we have financial luxury for you high class dream”

“There is always one thing called Business loan and investors, who invest money in one’s company”

“And who will pay the business loan?”

“She is an adult and untill she is not asking anyone for money, no one should stop her from pursuing her dream”

“We are just a decent family. Do not show her the unreachable dream” countered Brij

“I am not showing her any unreachable dream. It is her dream and I am supporting her”

“This is our family matters and we know our limits”

“Is this not my family?” Maan asked Brij and then turned to Mohinder and Rano

“Am I not family, Papaji” Mohinder was overwhelmed by new approach of Maan

“You are definitely family and you are most important member. You have all rights to suggest”

“Yes, he is family. Marrying your daughter by his only wish and not considering even her wish. Have we ever heard him even confess his love to your daughter once? He is just her husband and showers her with money to demonstrate his money power.”

Geet was growing uncomfortable and worried with the interaction between the two and was concerned about Maan losing his temper. If he were to lose his temper to Brij Veerji, who would she support?

“Veerji, I love Maan. Please Veerji” she requested Brij to stop

“And he. Just tell me Geet, has he ever confessed how much he love you? It hurts me to know the reason he has married”

“Veerji, please. Maan is doing everything for me. He does everything I say, is this not love?”

“He is your husband; then why do you have to find the meaning of his love by his acts. Does his ego hurt to confess his feeling openly to you? How do you expect us to be confident that he will not lose interest in you once you get old.”

Geet looked at Maan. She just hopes he does not lose his temper.  But instead Maan came being defensive

“Geet is everything to me” 

“But how do we feel confident? We are always so scared of your temperament. If you cannot once openly confess your feeling to my sister, how do we know that it is just an attraction?”

“Veerji, I can trust Maan above everything. Please Veerji”

“Why are you so scared of his temperament and live a life where your husband will never confess his feelings to you?”

“Brij, if you do not know Geet is the real owner of whole Khurana enterprise now. Geet is sixty percent shareholder. How does that not ensure you” 

“You very well know Maan, your open confession of love to my sister will mean much more than the sixty percent share. Geet did not marry you for your company shares, she married you, for you. And further, what about papers, it’s all in your control, can be changed anytime. The day your attraction towards my sister is over, everything finishes for her”

“Veerji, Maan and myself are bound for life. I can blindly trust Maan, trust that he will think of me before himself”

“But how do we get confidence, Geet?” Brij raised question on Maan’s credibility of being a faithful husband. Unable to bear further accusation, especially in case of Geet

“I LOVE GEET!!! I love Geet above my life” Maan claimed loud and clear and turned to Geet. His words stilled Geet and she simply kept looking at him, worrying about his after reaction.

As Geet had her eyes fixed on him, lost in his confession on spur of movement, she didn’t realize he was stepping towards her.

Before she could realize, Maan bent on his knees and held her delicate fingers in his

“I Love you, Geet. I Love you Butter, from bottom of my heart. I love you beyond anything in this world, after this old lady, you are the only one who mean everything to me. Trust me, each breath of mine is meant to make your life beautiful, to bring smile on your face. This life of mine, truly does not mean anything without your presence in it. You are….”

Before he could speak further, Geet placed her palm on his lips. She sat down on her knees, mirroring his posture.

“You do not need to say a word. You do not need to prove the world. You never needed to tell it to me”

Maan softly removed her hand from his lips, turned her palm down, and kissed the back of her palms

“No Butter, it is needed. You do not need to always rely on my acts to convince yourself that i love you. You do not need to explain your family that you know that I love you because of this and that reasons. I want you to simply know it. Just without any thought, know that I Love you. And I know it is needed because hearing it from me will give you happiness. And that small reason is big enough for me to confess my love to you. I should have done it long back but my fear of losing you had always stopped me, resulting in your craving for those words. Especially when our relationship started in such a complex way, when I had been so monstrous to you, you need these words and your family needs to hear it loud and clear”

Geet had tears following down her cheeks. Maan wiped her tears with his fingers

“Just promise me that you will never leave me and go”

“Till my last breath, I will always be by your side.”

The two souls lost in love confession to each other, were brought back to real world by loud sound of Brij’s clap.

“Love birds, before you two flow further in emotion want to remind both of you that we are still here.” said Brij with a big smile on his face.

“Then you can get lost” Maan replied with a smile

Brij turned to Dadima – “Dadima, I did the work you assigned me with. Your grandson finally spoke the words loud and clear.” 

Maan looked at him with, his eyes squinting 

“Well, Maan, you are part of the family from very long and you have all the rights to guide Rajji, or for the matter of fact, any of us.”

“So, Dadima didn’t even spare you and involved you in her mischievous plans” Maan shook his head. But from within he was feeling liberated.

He went to Savitri devi “For all the devious plans that you keep making against me, you need to hear this”

Savitri Devi smiled seeing the liberated look of her grandson. 

“I’m ready for your big lecture, Mr. Maan Singh Khurana”

Maan held Dadima by her shoulders, closed his eyes, took a deep breath and then looked directly into the eyes of his Dadima

“I love you Dadima, I love you more than absolutely anything in this world. Butter comes after you and I know she doesn’t mind it.” He looked at Geet, who had tears glistering in her eyes.