Chapter 48

CONTINUED PART 47 FROM PAGE 137

Knowing his anger, driver said meekly. Wo saab unke paas camers tha na isiliye.

Maan was confused at his excuse but he then glared at sandeep as to what is he doing here when he is supposed to be with Geet.

Sandeep ' sir vo madam andar thi isiliye. Media walon ke jaane ka wait kiya.

He was perplexed what geet was doing in his car. She had left around 2 hrs ago.

Driver - Saab madam ki car kisiko drop karne chali gayi thi aur agar mein drop karne jaata aur aapko car chahiye hota to' madam ne kaha unki tabiyat thik nahi hai vo car mein hi rahengi.

Vo 2 hrs se yahan hai to tum phone karke chale jaate mein dusri car se aa jata.

Sandeep ' sir unhone aapko phone karne se maana kiya. Vo wait karengi bola.

Maan fumed at geet's stupidity of waiting in the car while he was tensed about her in the party. he opened the door and he sat he saw geet cuddled up in the seat and sleeping. She had lifted her foot up and was leaning on the seat sideways. He went close to her and touched her she instantly melted into his arms finding warmth as she was cold. The driver had switched on the AC on low for her.

He was still contemplating on waking her up when his phone rang. Geet got up in his arms and was confused to find herself there. It was dev's call informing that he must come back if not far away as they had some impt guests who were late. Maan kept the phone on hold and looked at geet.

Can we go back for 5 min. I have an old client there. I will wrap up fast.

Hhhmmm.

R u fine? U can come with me na?

Hhhmm she nodded. Arranging her disheveled sari.

They entered the party again this time together.

I will wait for u there. She pointed to the decorated gazebo at one side of the area. They moved in their directions.

Geet was still thinking of his peculiar behaviour when she felt his warmth behind her. he stood just behind her and enhaled her scent. She didn't move initially but when his breaths on her hair started to create new feelings she moved a bit to create some distance. He moved and held her by her hand and then shoulder, and kissed her hair.

Tum meri ho. Sirf meri.

Aapki? Her words were choked and merely a whisper.

Haan sirf meri'. Maan Singh Khurana ki. He repeated as he nuzzled his nose behind her ears.

He tried to hold her from back and make her sway to the soft faded music that reached their ears from the party. She resisted. He moved from one side and kissed her forehead, then both her eyes. She sighed every time his lips touched her soft skin. His lips seemed to be hot charcoal on her cold skin.

Tum puri party mere paas kyu nahi ayi?

Aap busy the'

Tumhare liye nahi. Mein tumko aapne paas chahta tha.

Aapne to mujhe dekha bhi nahi.

Meine tumse kabhi nazar hatai hi nahi.

He lifted her chin with his index finger to kiss her. He looked into her eyes to seek permission. Permission to claim her lips, permission to make their relation special. He knew how much she wud cherish her first kiss and he wanted it to be special for her but only when she is ready. His passion filled eyes looked deeply into hers to find the passion to have him.

She wanted to be his but publicly and he wanted to have her as only his. Both wanted the same thing but cudnt communicate as they didn't understand other's platform.

Its truly said men are from Mars and women are from Venus.