IBADAT- Love Reincarnated, PART 13

IBADAT

Love Reincarnate

PART 13

Geet... The word echoed n resounded a several times making Geet shiver with terror. She instantly pulled back n saw something she was certainly not prepared for.

Daarji looked at her with evident shame in his eyes where as Brij was shooting daggers at Maan with his fists tightly clenched.

Pinky sat in the taxi her palms sweating badly. After getting her tummy full at the party she searched for Geet but madam was nowhere to be found. Assuming her love sick cousin to be with her Maan sir, she decided to call it a night n go home where a surprise awaited her.

Just as she entered the house her cell rang n it was Brij. He informed about his n Daarji’s presence in Delhi n that they would be reaching Pinky’s house in 10 minutes or so. Pinky gulped not knowing how she would explain about Geet’s absence to them. Brij was impulsive n had temper problem while Daarji made her wish for a hole to hide. She tried Geet’s cell but she was not responding.

Brij n Daarji arrived at Pinky house n immediately asked for Geet. It had been more than 3 months since Geet started working in Delhi n not once she went to Hosiyarpur. Her calls were also rare so when there came some work for which Brij had to come to Delhi, Daarji accompanied him especially to meet Geet.

It was 10:30 n Geet being not there was not very acceptable to the conservative Daarji n Brij. They asked Pinky where she was n when she would be back. Pinky told them about the business party but when it came to answering the second question she fumbled with nervousness because Geet was not going to come there all night given that she lived with Maan.

Instantly Daarji knew something was fishy, he demanded to see Geet’s room which was non-existent, just like her belongings. No cloths, no books n no Geet. Both the men ambushed Pinky n she was not invincible or witty like her cousin n spilled the truth in the end about Geet living in KM.

N now here she was sitting in the taxi pestering the driver to go faster so she could reach KM as soon as possible though she knew she wouldn’t be of much help. She just prayed for Geet, wishing her to be successful in handling the situation like she always did however this time it would be tough since she was already in trouble too deep.

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Maan was confused seeing two very unpleased men standing before him. Apparently Geet knew them but when he looked at her for explanation, her eyes remained glued to the floor n she was literally shivering with fear.

She was not afraid of anyone.... except for one person, her Daarji. She was his favourite yet his supreme position in family n demeanour scared the hell out her, especially in a situation like this where she knew she was somewhere at fault.

But more than his anger what she feared more was the disappointment n shame transparent on his old face. He always looked at her with proud n delight, not any more; she broke his trust.

Tu yahan yeh karne aayi thi. Brij shouted giving a disapproving look to her cloths but given the circumstances it was his least concern. Humara muh kala karwane.

Nai Veerji, mai... She didn’t knew how explain, it was insane n Brij, of all people won’t understand. So, she decided to talk to Daarji. Daarji I am sorry. Mai yahan...

Daarji raised his hand not allowing her to speak. We trusted you. Tune kaha mai papaji ke saath unka business nai dekhungi, hum maane. Tune kaha mai Delhi me kaam karungi, hum maane. Bola Pinky ke saath rahungi, hum maane. Par tune humare vishwas ka galat fayada uthaya.

Maan didn’t understand, she said she was alone in the city n was financially weak. But here these people who were obviously her family said that her father had his own business n was to love with Pinky. Why she lied to them, not only to them but to him also?

Daarji aisa nai..

Toh kaisa hai Geet. Tu iss bade shaher me ek anjaan ladke ke saath reh rai hai, iska kya matlab hai. Pata nai kya kya... chee mujhe toh soch ke bhi sharam aati hai.

Maan was in dilemma, he didn’t know if he should interfere or not. Geet had not left him in a position to do anything. He felt like a mute spectator of a game going on in front of him where he couldn’t interfere because he was not a player n had no idea about the rules or anything.

Please Daarji aisa kuch nai hai jaisa aap soch rahe hai.

Bas kar tu. Brij stopped her n looked at Maan. Yeh sab iss ladke ki galti hai, iski himmat kaise hui humari Geet ko maarne ki. He said having heard the end of their 

conversation.

Veerji... Geet screamed when Brij raised his fist to hit Maan on the face but he blocked the intended punch n pushed Brij back. Bhij staggered back n would have lounged again if Daarji wouldn’t have stopped him.

Khud par kabu rakh. Daarji said to Brij n glanced at Geet with disdane. Jab apna hi sikka khota ho toh koi kya kar sakta hai.

Mai karti Daarji. Geet cried. Mai majboor thi.

Isne tujhe majboor kiya? Brij asked his eyes spitting fire.

Nai..!! Nai mujhe kisi ne majboor nai kiya. I.. I love him. She confessed not looking at anyone. She didn’t want her confession to be like this, she wanted to tell him about her feeling while looking into his eyes so that he could see the depth of her love n not ignore it again as he did when they had met for the first time. But like it’s said you don’t get whatever you wish for, she also had to compromise on this one.

Daarji mai aapse kehti thi na apne rajkumar ke bare me. She reminded him not caring that she sounded almost lunatic. Yeh wahi hai. When I came to Delhi I went to majaar there I found him, then I saw him at Pinky’s official party. I interviewed n got appointed in his company, then I called n told you about the job. She relived all those moments while telling them about it, thinking they would understand. Humne kuch galat nai kiya Daarji.

She gave him shock after shock. Maan thought they first met at his office but didn’t know about Majaar n the party. She interviewed n remained in Delhi just because of him, she actually loved him all this while. When she had told him about her being in love with him, he ignored her feeling assuming it to be a joke or a mere crush.

It was hard to believe that in today’s world someone like her could exist so full of selfless love. For the first time he was proved wrong, he wasn’t unlucky, ‘cause of all people Geet loved him. But the question was ‘did he deserve that?’

Daarji felt like laughing, his granddaughter was so naive n loving n she saw everyone in that light only. But the world was black n people waited for someone like her to trap n suck, turning their goodness into foolishness instead.

Geet you are coming with us. Daarji ordered.

Geet eyes went wide, she couldn’t at any cost leave him n then live, she would die. More than that she knew Maan needed her.

She grabbed Maan’s hand looking at Daarji defiantly. Mai kahin nai jaogi.

Daarji couldn’t believe it was their Geet. Puttar this boy is not worth you. Agar hota 

toh he would have never favoured you living with him. He would have come to us for your hand.

I myself came to live here. They were taking it all wrong n her desperation did nothing to make them understand.

Brij held her hand n her breath faltered, she jerked it away. Please Daarji le..t, let me explain. She cried, her attempts were failing miserably n she felt like her life was slipping out of her hands.

Daarji knew she wouldn’t listen n so he commanded. Brij le chal isse.

As Brij started dragging her she tightly clutched onto Maan’s hand, she looked at him, her eyes frantically asking him for help.

Maan Sir please... aap kuch karte kyu nai. She asked searching his eyes.

Maan looked at Brij. His hand slid down his arm where Geet was holding him. He held her wrist, freeing him of her grip as well as her of his burden, n dropped it down.

Take her.

Brij gave him a glare, he was expecting this but she wasn’t he was supposed to stop her fighting against the odds.

I am not going anywhere. She said as if it would make some difference. Brij dragged her n Maan closed his eyes n turned his back to her. He would somehow live without her but she certainly deserved the best, like her Daarji said ‘he was not worth her’.

They stepped out n Geet looked at him screaming his name for the last time, after that he won’t be able to hear her n she wouldn’t see him.

Her cries n wails stopped n he stood there lifeless. He didn’t know how much time passed then he heard footsteps, turning around dejectedly he found Geet’s cousin Pinky there.

Geet kahan hai? She asked out of breath.

She left with her family.

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Part 5

Maan closed his eyes n stepped back while she remained immobile in her vulnerable condition.

He turned around unable to see her like that. The sight was making his patience slip, like sand in fist.

I would be waiting outside. He said n walked outside without sparing her another glance. Geet opened her eyes feeling uncovered n empty; she kept a hand on her heart to steady the fast pacing beats. She was not disappointed, she liked to believe that but the frown on her face said otherwise.

Geet walked out only to find a silver Limousine. The driver opened the door n she sat inside. 

The interiors were even better than what she saw of the car from outside.

Maan who sat across from her was busy on his phone checking mails n Geet felt really awkward.

He looked at the beauty before him n to lessen the thick layer of gauche, he decided to start a conversation... it was better to talk rather than allowing other thoughts come n corrupt the brain, thoughts born of desire, full of lust.

So what did Niki told you about me? I am sure she would have said something; she likes to praise me a lot. He said sarcastically.

She said though you are younger you like to boss around. Geet repeated Nikita’s words.

Maan scoffed. Just by two years but I am larger. Then he added for more clarity. N I don’t boss around.

Sibling love!! Geet commented inwardly n her lips curved up into a small smile.

Maan himself couldn’t help smiling, it was the first genuine she gave him. Not nervous, not suggestive, a real smile which meant she was not uncomfortable around him.... at least, to some extent if not entirely.

Why you don’t call me Muskan? This was her turn to question.

Why would I? His voice was filled with amusement. You told me you are Geet. So, I will call you that only. Moreover I think it suits you better.

No doubt, perhaps that was the reason why her parents named her Geet. It suited her.

Wear your mask, we are there. He instructed wearing his mask n Geet did the same with hers.

They exited the car n stepped onto the red carpet. Cameras flashed-considering the party was high profile-making Geet conscious though she thanked her stars for having the mask on. God forbid if anyone recognised her it would not only ruin the image of the man beside her but also won’t be very fruitful for her too.

Maan noticed the sudden rigid posture of Geet n held her hand into his. His touch did the job for her mind now concentrated on his warm touch instead of the fears that could most probably turn into reality.

They entered the main hall n the spot light fell on them with the announcement-Hold your breath ladies here comes Maan Singh Khurana.

Maan smiled n shook his head in an all knowing smile.

As the couple walked inside the spot light faded much to Geet relief. She didn’t want to notice that everyone’s eyes were on them so she took in the surrounding instead.

Solid black-and-white candles were lit around the hall that gave off the dramatic, dark romantic feel. The walls were draped with tulle in heavy evening colours; it added more depth n mystery to the area n it went really well with the theme of the party.

Whoever did the decoration was very good at the task n whoever paid, well let’s not go there.

Maan escorted Geet to a group of people that were sitting comfortably on a sofa in the corner.

Maan... A Man almost same height n age as Maan stood up.

Shaan. Maan greeted n they both shook hands, nodding their heads in a universal man-to-man hello.

What’s with the grand welcome? Maan asked.

Shaan replied with a grin. Now you would have heard the saying ‘keep your friends close, and your enemies closer’.

Yeah right, anyways congrats for the new deal. Maan wished. You won the bid.

Only because you were not there. Shaan added with a smile.

There was a small girl who was sitting beside Shaan, she passed Geet a smile n Geet smiled back. The girl had a diamond shaped face n hairs that were curled at the end. She didn’t have what was called big breasts but they were perk n high, her entire frame was not very alluring yet her simplicity made her stand out.

All n all she was beautiful n nice, Geet concluded, because she was the only one who acknowledged her presence amongst the others sitting there. Geet didn’t bother about noticing them much, tit for tat, though it was obvious they didn’t care if the new entrance remarked them or not.

Am I flattered? Maan smirked.

Ahem... you should be. They both laughed.

The first look at the two men and anyone would think of them as friends or at least acquaintances if nothing else, but they were actually cut-throat competitors. They both owned two of the best construction companies in the world n were always in race trying to get ahead of the other.

Although Maan most of the time turned out to be the clear winner, Shaan never played it dirty. It was their silent, inside game rule. Shaan respected Maan n the feeling was mutual.

And who is this pretty lady? The cheerful voice of Shaan caught Geet’s attention n she finally decided to pay regard to the conversation going on.

Geet Malik. She introduced forwarding her hand; she had to play the sophisticated n wished she didn’t make a fool of herself. After all a prostitute n classic masquerade ball was no combination.

Nice name to go with the beautiful woman. Instead of shaking hands like Shaan did earlier with Maan. He took it to his lips n placed a subtle kiss on the back of her hand.

Geet instantly knew Shaan was a ladies’ man. As for Maan, he wasn’t very pleased with this display of affection.

If you could excuse us for a second. Maan said politely n took Geet with him.

They walked a distance n halted before a woman. Maan hugged her briefly n Geet shouldn’t have been bothered but strangely it irked her. All this change was getting to her head.

The way other’s head turned towards their direction, practically every ear straining to catch the conversation of the two, Geet got the idea they were talk of the town, may be a couple in making or... already one. But if they were to be a couple, she doubted her presence in the picture.

She wondered if the reason of bringing her was to make the other woman jealous. Maan didn’t look so shallow but then she just met him two times earlier n she was never a steller judge of character.

Geet glanced at her hand that was entwined with Maan’s then she raised her eyes to observe the other woman.

She had a good height probably an inch or two higher than Geet. Her hairs were tied in a complicated yet beautiful chignon behind her head, coming down there were the massive breasts which she certainly liked to flaunt if the too deep neck line was to indicate something.

Her clothes were like every other person in the party, shiny n expensive. The black gown complimented her full curves immensely. Her face was covered with the mask only red lips moving fluently as she spoke.

It was difficult to decipher the colour of her eyes in the dark but from what Geet heard of the conversation between the two, her name was Deepika.

While Maan kept Geet’s hand secure in his hold the girl he was talking to didn’t found Geet sufficient enough for even a look. Deepika ignored her completely n Geet speculated if suddenly she had become invisible... well, either that or Deepika was blind.

The girl intimidated Geet without actually doing anything; she was just showering her unctuous talks over Maan n he seemed to enjoy that.

Slowly Geet slipped her hand out of Maan’s n walked away.

The sudden action surprised him but he let go, assuming she needed her own space n share of enjoyment.

Everything was boring save for a single place; it was of her taste, the bar. Alcohol didn’t differentiate between rich n poor, corporate renowned n sluts.

There were a number of beverages being served but Geet opted for the rose vodka. She never had it before but the name was promising.

As expected it was awesome though it didn’t helped much. Even after 6 shots, her throat burned n she didn’t felt the ease she searched for.

She saw Maan heading for a dance with Deepika n diverted her gaze. Unfortunately, all sides sang the same tune, she didn’t fit. Why was she here?

The people here were all rich dressed in best of the attires. Each woman was wearing costly jewels, talking animatedly among themselves, showing off their riches-faking smiles, all the while knowing the other one is doing the same. What fun were they getting?

Play of destiny-some gets whatever they want n couldn’t actually fathom the value of it while the others who yearn for the smallest of happiness rot in hell.

Geet stood there in middle of these people she was well aware it was not her world; she didn’t belong here in the least. She belonged to that red light area of hers, to that dingy street where garbage putrefies on the side of her building n where girls were treated worse than that garbage.

No girl wishes to be a whore, n become just a source of satisfying carnal need of every men out there.

She knew girls who were traded for prostitution at a very young age-away from home, some girls were forced into the business by getting them addicted to drugs, so that they would need money n couldn’t run, couldn’t defy.

Whenever she thought about all this, the comparison made her feel somewhat better. She did the same job but was in a healthier position, she was never truly beaten except for a slap in her initial days n she got a say while choosing her customers.

These were the advantages of working with Mr. C. Until n unless she earned n practiced obedience she was safe.

A snap of finger brought her back from the horrible reality again to world as fake n short lived as a dream.

It was Shaan who was now standing beside her. Her eyes had again travelled to Maan n following Shaan’s gaze, she was sure he noticed her centre of attention.

How inconsiderate of Maan to leave the lovely princess like you alone. Princess? Certainly overrated. Geet just looked ahead n Shaan continued. That’s 

Deepika. She is the MD of an interior designing company; Maan often works with her in collaboration. They are a good team together.

Shaan smiled innocently when Geet gave him a sharp look. Let’s forget about them. 

Shall we have a dance? He asked forwarding his hand for her to take.

Geet threw another shot down n gave her hand to him. Rather make the best of time she got here.

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IBADAT- Love Reincarnated, PART 12

IBADAT

Love Reincarnate

PART 12

She looked at him with teary eyes, not able to believe he slapped her.

Her chin trembled in indication of the coming tears while her eyes accused him. His hand was still in mid air when Geet ran away. Maya smiled slyly then shaking her head she also left from there.

It was tough... tough to accept as true of what he just did to her then how was he supposed to cope with the weight of it. Retrieving his hand back from the awkward position in air, he felt disgust sweeping in. He hit her, he actually hit Geet.

Don’t know what came into his mind but he did. Her questioning n hurt face played across his mind and he ran the hand through his hair then banged it on the wall. The skin got scraped with chunks of plaster stuck over the tiny blood oozing scratches still... still the filthy hand hung uselessly along his shoulder.

Everything was like a damn dream lately but his past had to interfere. Maya had to come to ruin it all, not like he needed someone for this particular task; he himself was self sufficient for that. That was why he slapped her.

Never, in his entire life he raised hand on a woman n here he slapped Geet, his Geet. Now he was not sure if he anymore had the right to call her his. He was ashamed of his act.

It had all happened so fast, like a movie rapidly moving in fast forward. He was happy, no matter how unbelievable it may sound. But was he expecting it to last? Yes n that was the biggest fault.

Destiny, fate, god or whatever force ran the world was against him. He surely felt something for Geet n somewhere he was accepting it fighting with himself. Then Maya had to step in, why? When she had left him for that so called successful man, currently her  husband, why she came now?

She so easily reminded him of his promise making him doubtful if she ever loved him. It seemed she never knew him actually. Yes when she was leaving him he had said he would never be able to fall in love again. That time he didn’t knew Geet.

So what he started feeling again, living again? It was not his fault. He was not stone, when a girl no not a girl but a real angel would shower her care, attention over someone as useless n alone as him, how could he not fall for her. How??

Still he had tried to stay away, to ignore, to keep the wall around intact, but failed... here too. Geet was strong n he weak.

But for what reason it bothered Maya. She was all settled with her husband, her dad was there, happy n proud. Why the orphan, the-then failure Maan Singh Khurana mattered now? N how dare she accuse him of betrayal, awakening the guilt.

His mom-dad had died a year ago in a car accident; it resulted in the fall in business of KC... the people who had claimed to be trustful n friends snatched their hands back. His grandma was in shock, she was a heart patient.

Fighting against the odds he tried to build the business back but when after 6 months his parents death, his grandma died, he lost all hope. That time he had needed Maya, they were engaged but instead of becoming his strength she pushed him deeper into misery n did what her dad asked, married someone else.

That time he had literally begged her because he loved her but she had become deaf to his pleads. The man Geet had first found him to be was result of harshness of life n Maya was the last whip.

Yes for a moment he felt guilty n then anger surfaced... sheer anger over Maya n himself but he was not angry on Geet nevertheless she had to endure the weight of his fury.

But he actually hadn’t meant to hurt her. A tear slid out from his eye not because he was feeling bad but because she was so happy at the party n the state she left in was just the opposite, only because of him.

Really he hadn’t wanted to do that... It was the anger meant for Maya n god, it was frustration over months of soreness, the pain for being called a failure n jinxed from a person who once meant the world to him in front of the one who looked at him like he was some hero.

The rage which was encaged since ages rushed out with Maya accusation n should have also directed towards her but he didn’t have any right on her. Did he? She was someone else wife neither was she his friend anymore. Geet was there n he poured it all on her.

He was such a disgrace.

He rubbed his face n another feeling touched his skin. This one made him shiver creating a tense tug in his stomach. It was fear.

What if Geet left him... too. After his mom-dad, Dadimaa n alleged love-Maya, would he be able to afford Geet’s loss.

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Geet... He called entering the dark hall of empty KM.

He eyes searched the surrounding n then climbing the stairs he went into Geet’s room. Things were lying everywhere haphazardly n her cupboard was open, vacant.

Maan wobbly legs gave up n he collapsed on his knees, defeated, devasted-once more n this time he felt worse because this time it was actually his fault.

There was still a distant ray of hope may be she wouldn’t have gone far, Maan ran towards the stairs n came down. He almost dashed outside but his eyes caught the sight of the girl sitting on the sofa.

Geet raised her head n Maan looked at her bewildered, not sure if she was actually there because she wasn’t there when he had gone up to her room. Then he saw her bag on the floor n finally noticed her condition red eyes n tear stained face.... she looked all messed up.

She stood up as if the weight of whole world was on her small shoulders. Was that embarrassment on her face?

Wo... She croaked, her own voice unrecognizable to the ears. She cleared her choked throat n started again, never before she felt so short of words, speaking used to be her forte.

Wo mai jaa rai thi... She nervously pointed towards the door like he didn’t know where it was. Par mai jaa nai payi... The end was unclear due to the muffled cry but Maan understood it unmistakably.

When Geet came back from the hotel she immediately packed her cloths n left.

No one in her family ever raised their hand on her, she was pampered to no ends n when Maan slapped it was numbing n she felt all her dreams drowning into nothingness. She had never expected something like this coming from the one she loved the most.

Shock n hurt made her blind, blind to her helplessness but visibility came into existence not very late. Just few blocks away from the mansion she realised what she was doing, she was going away from him which was suicide in itself.

Although she was now not sure if he felt something for her-assuming that she was so much in her own world that imagined that thing called love in his eyes-then too she couldn’t go away. All her life she was ready to spend being his employee.... she just needed his presence in whatever way possible, his one glimpse would be enough to pass the long days but she couldn’t stay apart, never.

Because being slapped was one thing but living without him was another.

So she crushed her self-respect under bare foot n came back.

Aap... mai kahin aur nai jaa sakti. She looked at him through tears n so couldn’t comprehend his expressions. Maan Sir mai kabhi aisa nai karungi. She cried wiping her nose. Mai beech me kabhi nai bolungi, I promise. Par mai kahin jaa nai sakti. She needed a good enough reason but nothing came to her mind so she opted for what she always did, uttered the truth.Mai aapke bine nai reh sakti Maan Sir. Mai kabhi kuch nai bolungi aur aapko pareshan bhi nai karungi.

Maan moved closer without her noticing, she was so busy in her rant, scared that he wouldn’t allow her to stay with him. She didn’t know her non-stop talks, her naughtiness; her pestering him was his life now.

I am sorry... aap mujhe nikalenge toh nai na? She asked. Her voice had the urgency n plead of a little girl.

Only when she looked up found she him so near, towering over her with his large frame. Their vision was blurred, they both were teary n they wanted the same thing.

Mujhe pata hota ke aap itna gussa ho jaoge toh mai kabhi aisa na karti. She said though unsure if she would have been able to control herself even then, his insult was something she couldn’t accept.

Her cheek bone had the faint mark of his fingertip, Maan stared at it. No tears were coming out but his heart was crying n screaming out to her.

Why was he not saying anything? Geet thought anxiously.

Aap chahe toh mujhe aur maar lijiye. She held his hand in hers n slapped her cheeks with his limp palms. Par mujhe ghar se mat nikaliye.

Geet... he stopped her surprisingly cupping her cheeks tenderly but his tears were more surprising to her. I am sorry.

His voice was a mere whisper but came as a huge relief to Geet, the tincture of his voice was not tainted with anger. Interestingly, he was never angry with her.

He thumbed her tears away n caressed the mark on her cheek bone; she flinched from the soreness n Maan kissed the place instinctively. Geet closed her eyes to savour the feel. This  was what she ‘wanted’ since the time she laid eyes upon him n right now ‘needed’ in this condition.

If Geet was craving for the proximity, Maan was no exception. Now when he finally let himself succumb to his heart, he felt so much at peace after ages... she was there with him n this was the best way to get assured of that. He kissed all over her cheek n it actually soothed the pain, if not externally, internally it did wonders.

His lips wandered from her cheeks to her whole face n Geet felt tingles running up n down her spine. Soon his closed mouthed innocent kisses intensified with little sucking n licking. He reached her lips n found her eyes closed, doubtful he was about the next step but stopping now was impossible. He wanted the feel of being loved again n without any further delay, his lips caught hers.

She almost squealed with happiness, the slap n insult forgotten long back. It was her first kiss n only the start was thousand times better than any of her imagination.

While Maan sucked on her lower lips tugging at it ever so gently n relishing her softness, Geet slowly opened her mouth n he appreciated the gesture.

His hand moved down to her hips n pushed her up to meet his fervour n Geet’s hands after caressing his shoulder moved towards his hairs where she threaded her fingers into his thick locks, pressing him closer.

The sensitive tip of their tongues met n Maan stroked her full length soon she accompanied him into the erotic dance; both etching each other’s sweet flavour into their minds. Maan didn’t want to rush the kiss; somehow he knew it was her first time. He drew back n she blinked rapidly, it should have lasted longer.

He smiled at her cute dazed expressions n Geet blushed a deep red thinking of the smile as something else. You were not wrong Geet n I was the one at fault; you can punish me in whatever way you want but don’t even think about leaving me...

Geet abruptly pecked his lips again. Actually she was not listening n was looking at the fascinating movement of his lips, remembering how expertly n exotically they moved against hers, it was surreal... to check the reality of the previous kiss she quickly pressed her lips to his again in a quick peck n... it was real.

Maan stared at her momentarily shocked n she hid her flushed face into his chest where he held her tightly in his strong embrace.

Geet mujhe maaf kar do. He apologised with a heavy heart, the memory of his deed coming back.

Aapko maafi maangne ki zaroorat nai. Still glued to him she raised her head to see his face. If a slap means you would kiss me later, I am ever ready for it. She confessed shyly but the notion made him uneasy. He made her feel like this, she didn’t have to be beaten up every time to get something from him.

He held by shoulder, gently pulling her back. You don’t need to pay for anything from me n I would never ever again raise my hand on you, that’s the promise of Maan Singh Khurana.

Hmm. She hummed again wrapping her arms around his torso n hugging him. It didn’t matter now that he had slapped her; they were together at the end of the day n that was what counted.

They were both content at least for some time because when Geet thought that the shortly aroused problems were sought out n now things were, thankfully, back to normal, a roaring voice rang through the poorly lit hall.

Geet... the word echoed n resounded a several times making Geet shiver with terror. She instantly pulled back n saw something she was certainly not prepared for.

Daarji looked at Geet with evident shame in his eyes where as Brij was shooting daggers at Maan with his fists tightly clenched.

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