MG FF: Maan the Arrogant: Ch14: Pg76: 13th Nov - Page 10

Originally posted by: NoorFatima

loved the ff

i just finished reading

its lovely

ur writing style is awsome

do cont.

thanx so much hun...

Originally posted by: phoenixgirl

loved the update....well i love the whole ff as a matter of fact as i hav already read it...its really nice to read it again in the maaneet pov...i like it better to read it with maaneet as i love this jodi better than premeer(no offence ok?)..loved it...and thanx 4 d pm...
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thank you soooo much hun...

Originally posted by: crazzy-girl

its a diffrent story line..tho veery intersting..and the little details u give..make it soo like as if u can see it plying in ur head..thank you..add me to ur list..its really intersting..thank u

thanx hun...😃

Originally posted by: desigurl953

wow...this truly nice
inspires me a lot...i have never read jane austen books but now i will
magnificent...dreamy...please add me to the pm list

lol..... i defo recommend Jane Austen books.... esp pride and prejudice.....

Chapter 4

Dev had indeed been looking for Geet when he saw her walking down the hill. He was not alone. Naintara and Armaan Rajvansh were both by his side. He cocked his head towards Geet and said to Armaan, "Isn't she as lovely as I told you she was?"

Armaan thought she was lovely. More than lovely, he thought she was beautiful. Still, he was not inclined towards her, though he would hardly tell his friend that much. He loved another, but at the advice of his parents, who had hoped Lord Dev would marry their only daughter, he kept quiet about his affections. If he had to court Miss Geet to secure his sister's, and his family's, future he would do so.

After introductions were completed, Geet and Naintara sat in the shade of a tree and Naintara said, "Dev has always spoken so kindly of you. He loves you like a sister. He always wanted to come and steal you away from your circumstances, but he was bound by decorum, his godfather would not allow it, you see."

"Oh," was all Geet could say. She never thought her life up until now was such a plight that she needed rescuing. She wondered why Dev thought so. She wished she could tell the pretty, young girl that Dev had spoken fondly of her, but the truth was, Geet had not heard of the other girl's existence until now. However, she could see why Dev loved her. She was pretty and affable.

"Dev was very worried about you, Miss Geet, when you didn't return to his house. He was ready to set a search party for you," Naintara said.

Geet smiled and said, "I became lost, and I wandered unto the land of another, and then I was caught in the downpour."

Naintara said, "The land of another? You don't mean Lord Maan, do you?"

"Well, yes," Geet answered.

"He didn't see you there, did he?" she asked.

"He did, and we conversed, and then he showed me the way back," Geet admitted.

"Oh, was he horrible to you??" Naintara asked.

Geet looked confused and said, "He was most agreeable, even kind."

"Really," Naintara said surprised, "However, I have heard Maan Khurana say that people of a lower status or with a lack of title are beneath him. That is the reason for my shock, when you say he was kind toward you. Perhaps he isn't aware of your birth."

"He is aware, as I told him as much," she said.

"Naintara" called Armaan. Naintara smiled and waved goodbye to Geet.

Geet wondered if all that Naintara said was true. Did Maan 'hate' people merely because of the situation of their birth? She stared towards the hill where she knew his property lay, and thought of him. He was somewhat arrogant, but he was kind to her. He offered to tutor her. Geet thought he was handsome, and dare she think, attractive? Her heart fluttered just remembering the feel of his hand on her neck when he placed her locket there, the way he stared at her, and the way he offered his arm to her.

Was she blind? Were these the actions of a man who hated her merely because she was poor?

Geet went into the large house to escape the heat of the day and her thoughts. She would not entertain any more gracious thoughts on a man who must hate her. On her way up the staircase, Prakash Chand met her, as he was descending.

"Miss Geet, I heard you gave my young friend quite a scare when he couldn't find you today," Mr Prakash said.

"So I hear as well," she said. "Mr. Prakash, may I ask you a question?"

"Of course, shall we go in the library?" He motioned back towards the way she had just come, and she joined him in the library. "Now, what shall I answer for you?"

"Naintara Rajvansh said that people like Lord Maan hate people like me just because of my status. However, I found nothing in the man that would present him in such a poor light. He was somewhat arrogant, and aloof, and the first time I met him at the mercantile he was a bit haughty, yet he showed me kindness. He was polite and even offered to help educate me, in matters that you and Mr. Shashank may not teach me. Is that the sign of someone who hates me?"

Mr Prakash smiled at her innocence. Not being around the upper class had skewered her beliefs, but in a good way, he thought. Her ignorance to the ugly side of their world was refreshing. He said, "Well Miss Geet. You see, prejudices usually know no bounds. If Lord Maan was kind to you, than I am sure it was genuine. You strike me as a young woman whom kindness would naturally be shown to, because you naturally show it."

"Thank you, Mr. Prakash."

Geet rose to leave and he said, "By the way, what did Lord Maan offer to teach you that he thought I could not handle?"

"History and foreign languages," she answered.

"Ah, Lord Maan knows my weakness. Perhaps he should be the one to teach you these things, if you are receptive to learn," Mr Prakash said. He walked over to the window and continued, "And here comes the rogue now. I don't believe he has ever graced our humble abode before."

Geet sat upright. Lord Maan was here? She heard the ring of the bell, and she slipped to the threshold of the doorway of the library to watch. Dev's butler answered the door and showed him towards the drawing room. He passed Geet, and he nodded his head. She acknowledged him the same and then went back into the library.

"I wonder what he is doing here?" she said aloud.

"Shall we go find out?" Mr Prakash asked.

"I heard him tell the butler he was here to talk to Dev," she pointed out.

"That doesn't mean he can't say his piece in front of us," Mr Prakash laughed. He put his arm out, and she accepted, and they walked towards the drawing room.

Mr Prakash entered first and greeted Maan. Geet slipped in, curtseyed, and sat in a chair far away. Dev entered, and they bowed to each other. "I don't believe you have ever set foot in Sharma's Mansion, Maan, so what do I owe this simple pleasure to?" Dev asked.

"I've come to seek your permission to tutor your cousin along with my godfather and Mr. Prakash. I have always been a student of History and foreign languages, and she shared her fondness of the subjects to me this afternoon," Maan explained.

Dev looked over at Geet and said, "You were with Lord Maan today?"

"It was on his property that I wandered, and I sought shelter in a little building during the shower, that is all, cousin," Geet said.

"It wouldn't be right for her to go to your house without a chaperone," Dev said, "however, if she wants to learn these things, I don't want to deny her. You will have to come here to tutor her, or perhaps I could arrange for Miss Rajvansh or her brother Armaan to escort Geet to your house."

Maan did not think either seemed pleasant, not in the least. He truly wanted to see the young woman in question again, but he did not want to teach her here, nor did he want to have the Rajvansh step foot in his house. His silence was his answer as far as Dev was concerned, for Dev said, "I see, Lord Maan. Then the answer is no, I am afraid."

Maan stood up to leave, but Mr Prakash stood as well and said, "Dev, if you would be willing, I would escort her there and back again, at whatever times they decide. I will take a book, and read outside and wait for her. I think that would be acceptable, as no one would trespass in Lord Maan's house, and it does make better sense for her to go there, as his library is vast and well known."

Geet stood and said, "Please, Dev."

Maan turned to regard her for a moment and felt pleased knowing that she wanted to come. Maan turned back to Dev and Dev said, "I think that sounds agreeable. Perhaps Tuesday and Thursday afternoons?"

"Excellent, Dev," Maan bowed and started to leave the room when Dev called out to him.

"We will dine here tonight at 7pm. Mr. and Miss Rajvansh will be there. Your godfather will attend as well. Why not join us, Lord Maan? You, Mr Shashank and Mr Prakash can discuss her tutoring after we dine."

Maan turned around. Dine here? Maan saw Dev's sly smile. He understood the man's motives. He wanted him to refuse, so that he could show his cousin, what he felt was Maan's true character, which if Maan was truthful, he would also admit was true. He replied "I would be honoured to join you for dinner tonight."

"Excellent," Dev said with a smile. Maan was led to the door and he started to leave. Mr Prakash and Dev stayed in the drawing room, so Geet slipped out unseen. She saw Maan exit the door.

She walked out to him. "Lord Maan, I do not wish to be the source of your discomfort. If it would pain you to tutor me under my cousin's conditions, I would understand if you want to change your mind."

"Miss Geet, I am a man of my word. I offered to teach you, and I was sincere in my offer. Now, if you have changed your mind…"

She interrupted and said, "No, I haven't!"

He could not help but smile. She was eager to learn, but was there something else there as well? Dare he hope? If there were something else there, an inclination of affection, would it matter? Could either act on such a liaison? She had her hand on the doorframe. He leaned forward and placed his hand on top of hers. She looked up at his hand, knowing she should pull hers away, but wanting it to stay under the warmth of his touch. She looked back up and his intense gaze held hers.

He said, "If you haven't changed your mind, rest assured, I haven't changed mine." He felt warmth radiating off her body. He gave her hand a slight squeeze, before he removed his hand entirely, as much as he did not want to. He liked the feel of her soft hand under his. He walked down the steps, turning once to look back at her. He smiled and she blushed. He laughed as he turned back toward the drive. A servant handed him the reins of his horse, and he rode toward his own house. It was worth putting up with the inferior company, if it meant he could see her again. He did not feel she was inferior. He could not reason the difference in his mind, but a difference there was.

Geet ran upstairs. Even though it was still early, she wanted to get ready for dinner. She wished she had a nicer dress to wear. She wore her best dress on the carriage. She opened her wardrobe, assuming the servants had already put her clothes away. She discovered a wardrobe full of pretty dresses. She closed it and started out the door, only to discover Dev there. "Do you like them? I hope they fit, if not, you can alter them."

"Dev, why are you being so kind to me?" she asked.

He laughed and said, "Geet, you are my only living kin. Why should I not be kind to you? Anyway, I want you to look nice tonight. Mr. Armaan will be dining with us, and he has taken a fancy to you, I think." He turned to leave the room.

Geet knew she wanted to look pretty tonight, not for Mr. Armaan, but for another.

(Coming up: Dinner talk turns ugly, and Maan and Geet share a quiet moment in the gardens.)

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