Chapter Nineteen
Geet typed away merrily and then relaxed, stretching her arms.
Surprised much?
It had been a good day at office. No whispers, no curious glances. No tantrums from Sasha and Tasha. And while she had gone to the washroom, she had noticed that her baby bump was now noticably bigger.
She looked at the clock and saw it was seven. Getting up was a big hassle now, but she managed it anyway. Her sari kept slipping from her shoulders and she had to keep adjusting it. While she was wrapping it around herself to protect her from the unusual chill, she bumped into Maan.
"Ow!" she exclaimed, clutching her head.
"Are you okay?" he asked, a sudden outburst of concern occuring in his heart. "Is the baby okay? Should I take you to the hospital?"
She laughed. He was taken aback. It had been months since she'd last done that. "God, Maan, you don't lose a kid because of a bump to the head."
"How do you know?" he argued. "You're not a doctor. You're a kid yourself."
She narrowed her eyes. "Maybe you should have thought that before you married me."
"Well," he said, toying around with his fingers, "why don't you enlighten me on your history?" trying to put in as much sarcasm as possible.
"It's late now," she said briskly, "I think we should leave."
"Listen," he said, gripping her arm. Her heart skipped a beat. "I should know about my employee's history."
"I don't have a criminal record, be happy with that," she said haughtily.
"Why don't you tell me more about your family?"
"What is this? Sach ka Saamna?"
"I hate that show.I don't believe in revealing the truth to strangers."
"Then why are you asking?" she said, a smirk on her face.
He was a bit surprised. Geet still considered him to be a stranger?
You're forgetting the 'hot' part Maan.
In the car he refused to talk to her. She sighed. For all his maturity, Maan still behaved like a kid at times.
And the truth was, he was a stranger. What did she know about him? His past? His parents, his grades, his friends, his girlfriends-
The last part annoyed her.
"Maan, I will tell you my past," she thought to herself, "But when you tell me about yours."
With that satisfication, she got out of the car and gasped.
Standing in front of her was a girl who was clearly out of the world when it came to beauty. Flawless skin, pearl-white teeth, glossy curls and brown eyes that made Geet's look like a puddle of mud in comparison.
"Where's Maan?" she asked.
Maan got out of the car, and all the color in his face drained out of him. What was she doing here after all these years?
Maan grabbed her arm and escorted her into the outhouse.
Geet was left behind, feeling her first ever pangs of jealousy. She touched her stomach and frowned. "Who needs him? It will just be you and me, and no one else."
But Geet, who ever asked you whether you need him or not?
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