Chapter 15

Chapter 15

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To Geet, the office seemed beautiful and bright today. She knew it was the result of spending such a wonderful time with her husband. Finally, he wasn't taunting her, and they had shared uniquely beautiful moments together.

When had she ever imagined that spending time with someone like Maan would have such a lingering effect? It felt like the more time she spent with him, the more she craved his presence. Isn't this how addiction works? Geet shook her head at her own thoughts.

“Get hold of yourself Geet or else you will give him more pointers to correct in your projects.

Her desk phone rang

“Yes”

“Ma’am a person, calls himself as a reporter has some photographs for you”

“Check the validity of him and if he is genuine get the envelope from him” Geet thought it must be their pics that paparazzi took after their dinner.

“ Ma’am, he says the pics that he has is very confidential and thus he should hand it over to your directly”

“Hmmm… okay make him to wait for me in the lower conference room”

“Sure ma’am”

Geet came out of her lala land of her hubby, gathered herself and reached the conference room. A man dressed as a reporter and having a badge of a new channel came forward as she entered.

The moment Geet entered the conference room, the reporter forgot the real reason as to why he was here. Lost in her aura he excitedly came to her an forwarded his hand to her

“Sudhir Chawda, senior reporter”

Geet elegantly kept her hands to herself “Hmm.. What made you have the guts to get a meeting with me without an appointment? If it’s anything insignificant then you better know your job is gone in just one call”

“Ma’am check these in the envelope and this pen drive with some videos exclusive for you. Be ready to award me” he said confidently

Geet looked at him and forwarded her hand to get the envelope

He handed her the envelope. Geet took the envelope and tored it to get out handful of pictures. The moment her eyes went on the first pic she narrowed them. The reporter was happy that his work was getting an expected attention.

Geet kept turning the photographs and once done, placed them back in the envelope.

“Pen drive” she forwarded her hand. He placed it in her hand

“Do you have any idea, one call to the police station and to your office, you will be in jail and lose your job to never get one?”

Reporter was shocked by her reaction. Instead of getting angry on her husband for being this close to a girl, she was warning him

“Ma’am, this is your husband with…”

“Don’t…” she raised her finger “just don’t say a word” she warned, bringing her index finger on his face. Then like a lioness, moved towards him and grabbed his collar

“Tell me the name of people who asked you to spy on my husband or else you are losing everything as I stated already”

“But ma’am he is…” she held his collar tighter, her eyes big with anger

“Don’t dare. You are in no position to talk a word about my husband. Now tell me who assigned you this task or my fingers gonna dial the right number. You know the breach in privacy and what it can cost you?” her eyes were burning with fire.

“Ma’am please forgive me. I will tell you everything” and he told her how her uncle Rajbir Handa - her dad’s cousin and his son, her second cousin, Raghav had planted him. They were trying all ways to break her marriage. She could see how far they were going. Maan was being dragged in all this politics of her empire game. No, she will not let him get affected by these dirty games. She has to ensure he is kept away from all this.

“Ma’am please forgive me..”

“Listen carefully” she said, taking her seat elegantly on the chair, throwing her head back like a boss,

“My men will gather all the history and present track of you and your family. So now, you will do what I will ask you to do and instead you will be working for me now. And if you try to cross me, you have no idea what condition you or your family will be in”

“Ma’am forgive me. I will do as you say”

“Get lost now”

Geet was fuming with anger. But then she directed her team to assign the work to the reporter and also asked them to keep a keen eye on his activities.

Later Geet sat down and saw the video. It was clearly breaching the privacy of her husband. But still, now that she got to see him with the other girl, she could not stop from seeing the content provided to her. The girl in the picture looked in a very vulnerable state and Maan had his hand on her shoulder and he was talking to her.

She can not even think of doubting her husband but for the girl with him, she keenly observed the video.

Her straightforward husband only knew well to taunt her but he was not able to see the look that the girl had on him.

That night when Geet reached home her hubby was standing in the middle of the hall with his back to the door. He was in his inner vest, sweaty body, his hands on his waist. It was clear, he was back from the heavy gymming.

Geet felt the tongue of guilt of seeing the video of him that was taken as part of spying. Even if the pictures were surprisingly placed in her hand, the video she has watched on her own temptation and it did fall under watching his video taken without his consent. She should have gotten his permission before watching it but she had fallen in the hands of temptation. Not only that she has also taken some action based on what she has watched. What if he comes to know? He will be hurt. No no, how will he know? She is worrying a little too much.

Maan turned feeling the pat on the shoulder and found his beautiful, professionally dressed wife smiling at him

“Mr. Gym freak, you can sit and relax as well.”

“No, I am fine. I will go to my room. I do not intend to ruin your exclusive furniture” He gave her a tight smile and turned. Geet instantly had the flashback of their first night where she had asked Mina to get him off her exclusive furniture.

Before he could move away to his room, she reached out and held him from his elbow, "Maan." He stopped in his tracks, casting a sideways glance at her, question on his face. Geet stepped closer, positioning herself directly in front of him. She closed the gap between them by enfolding her hands around the back of his neck, offering a smile which was tinged with apology, her features contouring slightly to convey her apology.

“No, I didn’t mean to carry on the old words. It’s just that I really do not want to dirty them. I will freshen up and be back. Do you need to talk to me for something?”

She nodded in yes “Wish we soon also have days when you have something to talk to me as well”

Maan gave a small laugh “I will soon be back”. Geet left for her to freshen up as well.

When Geet returned after changing, she noticed her husband approaching, looking completely refreshed. She found herself torn between which version of him was more alluring: the rugged, sweaty appearance from before, or this new one where he had neatly slicked back his damp hair. He wore fresh track pants, a black inner vest, and a loosely hanging white shirt with all the buttons undone.

“Yes, you wanted to talk,” he said, settling on the sofa. Geet looks at his overall handsome personality and remembers the clips. She trusted him but insecurities regarding him encapsulated her briefly. Especially when they have not started their relationship as husband and wife and when girls out there, all ready to mingle with him.

Ohh… this man, he pushes away Geet Handa and brings out a typical possessive wife within her.

Geet went and settled extremely close to him, Maan casually stayed in his place, his eyes moving, observing her actions

“Why? Can I not just wish to spend time with my hubby?” she placed her hands on his strong arms

“Okkayyy..” he said.

She had no idea how hard it was for him to control himself with her all around him, all over him. Damn.. she is so so desirable and she has capability to falter his strong heart and tempt him to crush her hard in his arms

“Maan, tell me one thing, just like me, don’t you want to be in my arms as well… yaa phir..” she paused

“Yaa phir…?”

She placed her head on his chest and looked up at him and lifted her hand to place it on his cheek

“My husband is handsome and a gentleman, I mean girls around you must have things for you or they must have even proposed to you or maybe given you special attention… don’t tell me you are completely unaware of it”

“Geet Handa and insecurity. Should I be proud or should I be hurt that my wife is doubting me”

Geet turned to him completely and now settled with her legs criss-cross on the sofa,placing herself half on him

“Don’t divert, tell me are you completely unaware of the fact that girls around you may be crazy about you?”

“Well, you are Geet Handa, way way more charismatic than a simpleton like me.You are day in day out dealing with high profile people, out of which we clearly know many have even proposed to you. And we know you have attention from people all around, but I never asked such questions to you”

Geet moved closer to him and circled her hand around the scruff of his neck

“Maan baten mat banao.. “ she then settled even closer, almost on his lap now. Maan closed his eyes and smiled, what the hell is she trying to do?

“You really want me to do something. The way you are awakening my senses in the wrong direction…” he said looking into her eyes, a naughty smirk on his face. He didn’t realize, all his day’s tiredness was gone with her around him, like a girl next door. Was he becoming comfortable with her around, as his wife? Damn she was The Geet Handa, why is he starting to forget that.

Geet lifted her head and naughtily scanned his face “I… really… want you to..” she shifted even closer, as if she had left any space

“..you to show me how interested you are in me”

Maan kept his hand behind the back of his head. It was all so tempting and the way she was over him , he knew if in the heat of the moment he placed his hand over her, it would be so impossible to stop. They were almost on verge to break that thin line that he is trying to maintain. She obviously was not helping.

“You should trust your aura. How can a man having you around be interested in anyone else”

“Show me..” Geet ordered

“Don’t tempt me to do the inevitable. It’s already hard for me with you around”

“What inevitable? We are husband and wife, Maan”

“Geet there is a big gap”

“So…”

“Geet, I want to get further in this relationship but at this point we don’t even…”

Geet had tears welled up in her eyes, she left him and got up from the sofa

“You know Maan, I am the shameless one who keep coming to you even after your rejections”

Maan was uncomfortable seeing tears in Geet’s eyes. Come on, she was the strongest girl out there, she cannot cry for him. He immediately ran to her

“When have I rejected you? And what has happened to you? This is not you” he brought his hand on her eyes to wipe her tears but she pushed him far

“Yes this is not me..” she shouted, moving far

“This is not me because this girl is madly in love with a man who does all to keep her far.. This is not Geet, not Geet Handa at all. Neither does this girl feel insulted on your pushing her away nor does she feel shame on pleading to get your closeness… This is not me, not Geet… bas koi pagal diwani hai tumhari”

“Geet” he came closer and she pushed him again

“Pagal hoon main.. Tumhari.. Khush ho gaye.. Yahi chate the na.. Aise confess karoon.. Nahi aur bhi chahiye…”

“Geet” he rushed to her and held her tight

“Geet, if you are so vulnerable, I accept it. You want us to start our relationship, then fine. Main bhi thak gay hoon. I don’t want to safeguard my heart at cost of seeing a weak you”

“Geet-Geet” his loud words brought her back to reality. She immediately jumped away from his lap. What the hell had she been imagining? Is this how she will bring him into the relationship, force him by her tears? What will happen then, will he truly be in it, if forced, this emotionally.

“What happened, see you are taking me all wrong…”

But she has not paid attention to what he had been talking about. She was lost in her own imaginary confession. Geet tried to compose herself

“At this point, you know nothing about me, I am aloof to your world..” okay he is still stuck there. She was relieved knowing she actually did not do all those emotional dramas.

Geet gathered and brought her flirty smile back for him and again settled herself on his lap

“That’s the seat” he signaled her. She playfully nodded for No

“Don’t you think, you are behaving , not yourself.”

“Tumhare pyaar me pagal jo ho gayeen hoon..” she said her heart, though in a teasing manner

“I thought you wanted to talk about something serious…”

“Well, you don’t know how to flirt.. Right” she gave back

“You really want to see the flirty side of me…”

“That’s not your cup of tea… Mr. serious” she challenged

“Well then let’s see, who can flirt better” he accepted her challenge

“So, do I take it as an invitation to your room”

“Room me flirt kab hota hai.. Room you know what happens” he had a naughty grin on his face.

“Youuuu…” she pushed him

“Okay so coming back to flirt, meet me somewhere outside. I mean, not as my wife”

Geet got some hints. ohh gosh he has ideas. This man is defo not as simple as he looks

“Hmm… very well. Getting your hints. Weellll, then meet you somewhere” Geet got up to leave but was stopped by Maan’s hand on her wrist. Geet looked back at him. Maan got up and stood opposite her, wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her to him

“ Geet, it’s still hard for me to believe that you are my wife .. I am scared of losing myself in your presence“ his heart was beating fast as he felt vulnerable. He had an inkling that Geet wanted to speak her heart out but was holding it and his reluctance was the reason behind it.

Geet tenderly placed her palm on his cheek and another over his heart, whispering, "I will never let you falter, never. However hard it will be for me, I will wait for you to accept this relationship with all your heart, mind and soul" Tip toeing, she pressed her lips to his, and Maan, in his fervor, eagerly pulled her closer, his tongue seeking entrance into her mouth. Geet surrendered herself completely, determined to erase any trace of doubt or insecurity from his mind.

It was Sunday, Maan was waiting for Geet in her study. She had requested him to put forward his ideas to make her unsuccessful launch successful based on the pointers that he had placed the other day.

As the clock struck 8 am, he arrived as planned, while Geet busied herself preparing to meet her husband.

The mere thought of him, stirred butterflies within her these days. The way he maintained a respectful distance, only to then hold her possessively when she provoked him, and oh, his kisses... they were like those of a primal caveman, leaving an indelible mark on her. This man, who claimed to be an icon of simplicity, had managed to sweep her off her feet with his charismatic presence. Why was she becoming increasingly captivated by him?

Today, she could not leave a chance to bring waves in his heart. Wishing within that their professional discussion turns out to be a beautiful Sunday moment.

Before leaving for study where her hubby dear must be waiting, she made a quick call

“Hello…”

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“All set for the task. I want the meeting to happen tomorrow”

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“Great. And do not disturb me today after this.”

On the other hand, Sameera had been pondering on her acts and Maan’s response. He was her good friend and he respected her for her simplicity and technical expertise. But Maan being such a simple human, brilliant brain and irresistibly handsome, unknowingly had taken her heart. She had been thinking about speaking her heart to him for the last one and half years but was never able to put her heart into words. Maan had been so professional and friend-zoned, respecting her so much, she feared if her speaking her heart would put a dent in their friendship.

That was the time she had a chance. Now he is married and not only married but married to the great Geet Handa. When she did not express her heart then when she had a chance, why has she suddenly started behaving differently with him now. Now there is no chance of hers with him, so why is she doing something to bring a gray spot on their friendship.

First - she is a simple, hard working girl and not any home wrecker. What has she been doing in her madness? She is respected among friends for her tech genius brain. What will her friends think of her if they know she had been dreaming of her best friend's marriage falling out.

Second - his wife is none other that Geet Handa. A person way way beyond her reach and so powerful.

Sameera was suddenly scared of Geet Handa as well, along with feeling bad about her acts these days. No, she has to get Maan out of her mind. She had liked him immensely but now he was out of reach and she should work on getting him out of her mind.

Sameera had just settled her mind and was trying to clear her brain by binge watching the shows and eating ice creams after ice creams when her doorbell rang.

Placing the ice cream on the side, she got up and went to open the door. Two men, well dressed in formal dress, stood at her door. She obviously thought they are mistakenly at her door

“Yesss”

“Miss Sameera Singhania”

Sam narrowed her eyes “Yes”

“We are here from Handa Group” he showed his card

“Handa Group? Why?” Immediate alertness hovered up on her.

“You are close friend of Mr. Maan Khurana”

“Yes.. yes so what. Maan Khurana cannot have friends?”

“Ma’am, calm down. Mrs. Geet KHURANA wanted to meet his close friends” he pressed on the surname ‘Khurana’ as directed by his boss.

“Why?”

“She is his wife and thus wanted to meet his friends. She wants to start from you”

“But as a wife to meet a friend, she could have directly contacted”

“She is Geet Handa. You are just a friend of her husband. I hope you know the vast difference” his tone changed from friendly to warning, scaring Sam a bit. Also, what will Maan think of her declining invitation from his wife.

“When does she want to meet?”

“Tomorrow 10 am sharp in her office”

“Okay” Sam knew the status and power of Geet Handa. No one denies meeting when such a high profile person wants to meet you in their office.You do not need to work under such people to not decline their call. It's only people like Maan who decline such people’s call and in result land up in marrying their daughter.

Geet was keenly listening to Maan for his ideas on how to change her product tagline and marketing strategy. She was awed by his brilliance. None of her highly paid officials could bring this idea. They all feared her reaction or maybe did not have in them to convince her this way or maybe none had this kind of clarity on market trends.

She was lost in his words and him. He definitely has it in him to take the business world in his stride and rule it. What was he doing inaugurating one lab? She wondered.

Geet’s s phone rang, but she did not feel it important to take the phone and offend him when he is talking all so seriously and sincerely

“If you think this is good way, you can take it from here”

“Good?? It's brilliant. Can you talk with my team as well on this” Maan smiled and nodded for No.

I can guide you as your husband here, that too only as much as you want to take. I will not be able to take it officially and join your team.

“Hmmm” Geet paused “Okay, won’t force on that. But am going to bug you a lot”

“Can you keep your formality to yourself?” He cut her in the middle.

Geet smiled and walked to him “then let me thank my husband in an informal way” Maan narrowed his eyes to see what she was up to.

Geet came to him, removed his hand from the table to make way for herself and settled on his lap. She looked at his face with a sensual smile and traced the back of her palm on his face. Maan smiled with the feel, closed his eyes and turned sideways. Geet got access to his full cheek and she placed a deep kiss there “Thank-you”

[NOCOPY]

Thank you everyone for you love to Silent Whisper.

Please do keep your love growing. There is so much to this story. The main piece is yet to start. I wish I could get all the time to keep writing and give quicker updates but that is not feasible. Thanks for bearing with me.

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