Chapter 5

The Night We Met

Part-3

Geet looked at her reflection in the mirror. There was happiness and a glow on her face. She smiled, supporting herself on the counter. So much had changed in these past two months. Her sister, her only family, her Pari, went through surgery successfully and was declared cancer-free after a few sessions of radiation therapy post-surgery. The only caution the oncologists gave her was to keep Pari away from stress as there might be chances of cancer relapsing.

She was beaming with happiness when Pari started college again, enrolling herself in Delhi University for postgraduation in business studies. They migrated to Delhi after wrapping up everything in Shimla, the place which was their hometown but gave them lots of pain. So, they decided to let go of previous memories and start afresh.

She made a resolution to forget that night after shifting to Delhi. She thought of it as one untasteful night which was already written in her destiny and concluded to live her life happily like she used to before her parents' death. She didn’t change her personality. She was still the same Geet, chirpy and full of life.

And then a month back, when Geet got to know that she was pregnant, she took her baby as a gift from God to lead her life more beautifully, with the little one filling her life with happiness again. But the only thing that was stressing her was how she would disclose this truth to Pari.

“Geet,” her thought process broke when she heard Meera's voice.

Meera looked at her friend in confusion as Geet was smiling like a fool, staring at the mirror and her palm caressing her stomach, feeling her baby.

“Are you going to stand here like a fool all day? Come on! We still have decorations left in the hall for the party,” Meera shook her by placing her hand on Geet’s shoulder.

“Ohh shit! Let’s go, Meera, before that witch comes in and starts with her nonsense talks,” Geet held Meera’s hand and took her out into the hall where their event management company was organizing a party for Khurana Constructions. Their head architect, Sasha, was literally chewing their brains by suggesting last-minute changes in the decoration.

Khurana Mansion

Maan stood by the French window of his room, gazing at the setting sun. His eyes moved down towards his mansion's vast garden, where his favorite tulips were covering the whole lawn, on which the sun was setting a beautiful shadow on those flowers.

His fingers touched her chain dangling on his neck. It took him a few weeks to accept the fact that he needed Geet in his barren life. He couldn’t touch any other girl after spending that night with her. Even his favorite girl, Sameera, was unable to evoke desires in him after that night.

He tried his best to find her and make her part of his life, but his men couldn’t find her as she left her hometown within a month. His men were still trying to locate her but were failing badly with no clue of her after leaving Shimla.

“My heart screams that I love you, Geet, but all I know is that I need you in my life like I need oxygen to breathe. Where are you, Geet? Please come back into my life once. I promise I’ll always keep you close to my heart; protect you like you are my priceless possession,” he mumbled to himself, lost in her memories of that night. That night, the night they met. He lost all his senses to her, her fragrance that still somewhere lingered in his body. He was unable to name his feelings as love because he never believed in one, but he knew that he was desperate to have her in his life.

He shook his head to come out of his thoughts and glanced at the clock. “Oh God! I am late.” He hit his hand on his head and rushed to his cupboard. Taking out his clothes, he ran towards the bathroom to have a shower and came out dressed in his black three-piece Armani suit, looking breathtaking as always. Standing in front of the mirror, he combed his hair and sprayed cologne all over himself before running out of the room.

Geet sighed in relief, looking at the decoration that they had just finished after almost getting into an argument with Sasha. “I must get ready now before Maan Singh Khurana graces us with his presence. Babaji, please save your child today. I hope he likes our work; otherwise, he will not leave a chance to shower his anger on us.” Geet had heard stories from her colleagues about how ruthless he was when it came to his business.

“Khadoos, gadha, akdoo,” Geet murmured, making faces while walking in the lobby, clutching her dress close to her chest.

She was so lost in cursing Maan Singh Khurana that she missed entering the wrong room.

“F***k this watch,” Maan abused angrily, fighting with his Tortue de Cartier White Gold watch, which was giving him a hard time clasping to his wrist.

He took a deep breath after tying his watch and sat down on the bed, slipping his shoes on when he heard the door crack open. He tilted his neck to look towards the door, mentally thinking to give a piece of his mind to his stylist for arranging such a pathetic watch for him.

But when she entered inside and her fragrance hit his nostrils, he forgot to breathe. His eyes widened, seeing her right in front of him after a whole two months. He kept staring at her without blinking his eyes as she walked inside without noticing his presence and locked the door before turning towards the bed.

Geet froze in her steps as she found him sitting on the bed and gawking at her with his dark, passionate eyes, but his facial expressions were softer than when they met that night.