OS:- The Whimsical Moments of Geet Handa

OS: The whimsical moments of Geet Handa

Geet Handa had never claimed to know much.  She certainly didn't have enough knowledge of the big, bad city of Delhi where she had resided for the past 4 months.  The dusty streets and honking of speeding traffic still mystified her as much as the alarming reaction she received from the stiff upper lipped whenever she entered a five star establishment.

The numbers on the countless spreadsheets Adi insisted she learn for a project would never make sense to her; neither would Sasha's continuous need to mock her.  But despite it all ' the frustration of not being able to fit in, the inability to throw together a party Maan sir would appreciate, and the plain torture that was Adi's finance lectures; despite all of that Geet could say that there was one thing she knew with absolute certainty.

She was totally, inexorably, stupidly in love with Maan Singh Khurana.

She couldn't truly say when it had all started.  When he'd grasped her arm and pulled her from the lake, gasping and screaming?

When he'd shielded her from Brij's sword?

The moment that she'd turned into his embrace as the rain brought with it a tide of painful memories?

Whenever it was, the realisation had come in one startling moment of clarity and for Geet; her life had seemed to have turned on its head.  She suddenly found herself more ... attuned to whenever he was around, as if there was an invisible string tugging at her insistently until she found herself being yanked to his side, stumbling over her own words and shifting uncomfortably as the heat bloomed in her cheeks.

Now she maybe Miss Hoshiarpur, but Geet wasn't stupid.  She's caught his unwavering gaze on more than one occasion, noticed the furrow of his brow whenever he stopped himself from showing concern for her.  And surely no other girl had managed to ignite such a rollercoaster of emotions from him; one moment he would be going for her throat and the next he'd be brushing away tears.  Was this ... something?

She didn't know.  But in more fanciful moments she found herself imagining what it would be like if she told him the truth ' about Dev, her pregnancy, her feelings.  And she knew that he would be there, the warmth of him right behind her, as he helped her to face the world.

 Because despite his warning glares and his cruel words, she knew it would always be Maan who would be there to stand by her.  And so as she clutched the glossy pictures of prospective brides in her hand and sidled up to Maan, she told herself that now, today, this very moment, she'd tell Maan Singh Khurana that he was responsible for her restless nights and tongue-tied stammers.

But then he glanced up as he heard her approach in that instant their eyes met, reality came crashing down around her.

She'd once convinced herself in love, and yet she'd only be burned.  Who was to say that this time, at this moment, with this man, it would be anything different?

And so she simply placed the envelope in his outstretched hand and turned away quietly.

Because if he let her down, just like Dev, who would be there to catch her when she fell?