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Originally posted by: sweet_charmed
wow that is probably one of the most sophisticatedly written fanfiction i have ever read!!! i really felt like i was readina jane austen novel!! lolz you are great writer and this ff is very very interesting ... i hope its goin to be like pride and prejudice .. my favourite jane austen novel <3 ... i can't wait to read more.. please add me to ur pm likst if you have one đ
What type of gentleman would Maan Khurana be if he just let some common ruffian steal the young woman's bag? Even if he detested Dev Sharma to his very core, he was not that sort of man. It could never be abided, so he was forced to follow. He caught up with the man immediately, slid off his horse, and said, "Unhand the young lady's luggage, Sir!"
The man turned around to see Lord Maan's sword pointing right at his chest. "Mind your business, Sir, unless you are something to the young woman who left this on the street."
"I assure you I am not even acquainted with the young woman, however, it might pain you to know that Lord Dev would look unkindly towards anyone who stole his cousin's bag," Maan said.
The man replied, "Lord Dev? Listen, Sir, I meant no disrespect to his Lordship, you be telling him that, right?" He lowered the bag from his clutches and run away.
Maan was pained that the man did not drop the bag the moment he saw it was 'Lord Maan' who ordered it such, but the very moment he mentioned the Viscount's name, the man dropped the offending bag and apologized! Another reason for Maan to hate Dev.
Maan bent down to pick up the young woman's belongings, which fell to the ground when the bag opened during the fall. There were three books, some clothing, some money, and a small locket. Maan's curiosity took over, and he opened the locket. It had a picture of a woman and a man, whom Maan assumed was the girl's mother and father. He shut the locket, and placed it in his pocket for safekeeping. He took the bag, climbed his horse, and rode back towards the village.
Dev and Adi were waiting on the street for Maan's return. They did not go after the man as well, for they knew Maan was more than capable of returning the bag. Geet stayed planted on the cobbled sidewalk, near the store. She wrung her hands in front of her frantically. Maan approached the party and handed Dev the bag before he lowered himself from the horse.
"I believe this belongs to the young lady, Dev," Maan said.
Before Dev could issue a thank you, the young woman, in her gratitude, rushed to Maan's side and said, "Thank you, Sir! I am forever in your debt."
All Maan could think was, 'so she speaks?' Dev motioned for his driver to take her bag, before turning to Maan and saying, "Lord Maan Khurana, this is my cousin, Miss Geet Handa. She will be staying with me at the Sharma Mansion.
Maan bent at the waist and said, "Madam, my pleasure."
He extended his hand. She grasped his hand, and said, "Lord Maan." The feel of her hand in his made her heartbeats increase tenfold, and when he let go, she felt a loss that she could not describe. Dev uttered his goodbyes, and called for his carriage. Before Dev could help her in the carriage, Lord Maan stood by the side and again offered his hand. It was the proper thing to do, and the Khurana's were dictated by propriety.
She took his hand once more and stepped into the carriage. Dev walked to the other side. She turned to look at the two men on the street as the carriage rode away. She smiled. A smile, which gripped Maan Khurana's cold, stone, heart, and squeezed until he could not help himself, and was forced to smile back. He liked her smile. She had a very beautiful smile.
Adi leaned towards his friend and said, "Beautiful girl, too bad she's not of noblility."
"And that concerns me how?" Maan said, turning to his friend.
"Well, we all know how you hate those who are inferior, and I was just thinking that it was too bad, because she is lovely. Dev is throwing a ball, apparently, to present both her and the young Miss Naintara Rajvansh to society. He has yet to have a party since he left his godfather's house for Sharma's Mansion. The whole village is invited and I for one have already secured two dances with the girl."
"Again, sir, I ask, how does this information concern me?" Maan asked dryly.
"You don't mean to go?"
"Of course not. I would never set foot in Sharma's Mansion, and I care even less for this Geet than I do for the lowly Rajvansh girl!" he exclaimed.
Adi laughed and said, "Better for me! I shall steal the affections of the beauty from every other man in the room. I shall have a better chance without your attendance! I for one am looking forward to going."
Maan stormed away from his friend and got up on his saddle, and rode his horse at a steady gallop all the way back to Khurana Mansion. Could the situation get any worse? Not only was the prettiest girl he had ever laid eyes on a kin of Dev's, but she was not of nobility! Inferior to him in every conceivable way. Though one never said such a thing in polite society, that was indeed what the women was and nothing could change that.
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After a light lunch and a tour of Dev's beautiful home, Dev suggested that they take a nice stroll around his property. As they strolled Geet said, "You don't have to have a ball for me, you know."
"Of course I do. You are past the age where you should have been presented to society, and if you intend to live here, you simply must have your coming out. Also, I admit to ulterior motives," Dev began, "Miss Naintara Rajvansh, who due to her family's circumstances has never been presented either, is the woman I love and hope to make Lady Sharma in the very near future. She must have her coming out before that can occur." Dev smiled and took Geet's hand as they walked along.
Geet was happy for her cousin, because as he spoke of the young woman, his eyes lit up, and that sort of devotion to another was rare. She was also impressed that despite the young woman's situation in life, apparently, her station was below his, her cousin still cared for the girl and it was not a concern to him.
As they walked along, Geet could not help but have selfish thoughts. What if Dev married this woman and she no longer wanted Geet to live at Sharma Mansion. She would be cast out, just as she was by her stepfather. She would again be alone. Best not to become too comfortable here. She needed to formulate a plan immediately in which she could either make her own way in the world, or marry. It would be her only hope for survival.
"When shall I meet your lovely Miss Naintara," Geet asked.
"Shortly, for her home is down that hill, and I would like to invite her to dine with us this evening. It would not be proper for her to dine with me alone, but now, with my cousin present, I will be able to ask her to dine with us all the time," Dev said. They approached the top of a hill and Dev pointed to a small grey farmhouse. "Her family owns a small farm beside my property. Unfortunately, they are without money or status, but if she consents to be my bride, all of that will change for them, for I shall take care of her whole family."
Geet thought Dev was so kind. They walked down the hillside and he said, "I hope you will consent to my meddling in your education."
"What do you mean, Dev? I am beyond the age of schooling," she said.
"But, I know your mother sent you to a school for only two years, so there must be some things lacking. My childhood tutor, Mr Prakash Chand, resides at Sharma's Mansion and has consented to teach you whatever you would like to learn. Likewise, there is a man in the village, Shashank Gupta, who is renowned for his chemistry knowledge, and I know you love making liquid medicine. I managed to secure lessons with him as well. I hope you don't mind my meddling, but as your only living male relative, I feel it behoves me to think of your future."
Geet was pleased. She loved everything about learning. She had managed to read as many books that she could obtain, which were plenty since Dev had sent her book after book over the last five years, but to learn things from a teacher, to see the written put into the practical, these were the things that she would be pleased to ensue.
"Thank you, Dev, I would be pleased to learn," she said with a smile.
Dev started to walk toward the little house, when Geet said, "Would you consent to my walking around unescorted? I would like to see the rest of your property."
"I did rather hope to introduce you to Naintara's brother Armaan. He is one of my best friends. I shall invite him to dine with us as well, if you would consent," Dev said.
"Of course, Dev," she said.
Dev had hoped that Geet and Armaan would find friendship with one another, and perhaps the friendship would turn to love. He wanted his friend to be happy, and he hoped to secure a fixed future for Geet, also. She deserved some happiness and security in her life. Armaan would be perfect for her and marriage to her would help his family, so it would be advantageous for them both. That was why he had his solicitor draw up a document that would give Geet a rather large dowry. Dev knew she could not hope to marry well without one. He would inform her of this information at another date, because at that moment he was going to see his true love.
Geet started to walk back toward the Sharma Mansion; at least she thought she was. In truth, she was becoming increasingly disoriented. To make the matter of her wanderings worse, the sky was now grey and overcast, and large raindrops had begun to fall. She saw a small building, really a ruined building, as the stones were falling and the place was overgrown, but at least it appeared to have a roof, and it would offer her protection from the rain until such a time that she could carry on and try to locate the massive Sharma Mansion.
She ran into the building and took her straw hat off her head. Her hair hung wet around her shoulders. It never stayed on top of her head, but she never took the proper time to secure it, so that was why it constantly fell on her shoulders. She put her hat down on a small pew and noticed that this was once a church. She walked up to the ruined pulpit, reached out, and touched the dark mahogany wood.
She did not see the man who stood in the corner, nonetheless, he saw her. It surprised him when she ran in the old church. This was his sanctuary, his haven. He came to this spot when he needed to be alone and think. He came here this day to think about the very creature that had just crossed the threshold. He could tell that she thought she was alone, so he would alert her to his company. He said, "Good afternoon, Miss Handa."
She turned quickly, with her hand on her heart and a look of fear on her face. "Sir, I didn't see you there. I thought I was a single inhabitant of this ruined little church."
He stepped away from the corner, spread his hands, and said, "Now you see that you are not."
Geet stared at Maan for a while. She blushed when she saw how his white transparent shirt expanded over his broad shoulders and muscular chest. However when she saw him looking at her with the same intensity, she quickly said,
"My apologies, Sir, for trespassing on your solitude, I shall take my leave." She bowed her head and started toward the door.
He stood in her way and said, "Please, tell me, what do I owe the pleasure of your company here in my little church?"
"Your church? Am I no longer on Dev's property?" she asked.
He rolled his eyes and said, "Dev only thinks he owns the world, but I assure you, you are now on my property. Tell me, Miss Handa, do you often go walking on private property unaccompanied by a chaperone?"
She did not like his accusations. She told him she assumed this was Dev's property! Likewise, he had no authority to question whom she walked with, or whether or not she walked alone. "Not that it's your concern, Sir, but I was walking with my cousin, and he decided to visit his friends, the Rajvansh, and I wished to return to Sharma's Mansion and apparently I became lost, and obviously I was caught unexpectedly by the rain."
Maan did not like how she took liberties and talked to him as if he were of low intellect. As if, he was ignorant! The nerve of the woman!
However Maan expelled a small laugh and said, "Not very smart, are you?"
Geet never liked anyone to question her intelligence. She said, "That is none of your concern, Sir. I shall trespass no further on your time or your property, and again I apologize if my presence discomfited you in any way." She made to walk past him, but he still stood in the doorway. She would have to touch him physically to make him move and she knew she could not do that.
"I think since you came upon my property, and invaded my solitude, I should be granted more than a clipped apology, Miss Handa," he said. He was going to tell her he felt she owed him a dance at the ball, as he just decided it might be entertaining to attend after all. She apparently mistook his meaning, because he saw a look of horror grace her pretty features.
She felt mortified. What was the man suggesting? "Move aside, Sir," she said with a false bravado. "I apologized, and I told you I mistook this for my cousin's property, and to that extent, that is the end of it."
Maan wondered who the little chit thought she was, to speak to him in such a tone? "Well, now you know that my estate runs parallel to Dev's and you won't make that mistake again, will you?"
She felt put in her place, and she also felt tears threaten to spring to her eyes. Improper as it might be, she physically pushed him aside and ran out into the rain. She realized she left her hat on the pew, but it would have to remain. She looked to her left and to her right, still confused how to find Dev's house, and she broke out into a run, going straight instead.
Maan went and retrieved her hat and ran after her. She could not get far; after all, she did not even know where Sharma's mansion was. He saw her running and he realized two things. If she told Dev how that he acted as a cad towards her, he would more than likely be challenged to a duel with the man, in which he was not sure he would win, and second, he did not want her to run away. He wanted to speak to her some more. The latter thought filled him with more dread than the first.
"Geet!" he yelled.
She turned quickly, saw him running toward her in the rain, and then she continued to run. What must he think of her! He was an elitist who would undoubtedly tell Dev that she behaved badly. Would Dev send her away for causing him embarrassment? Where would she go? She continued to run.
He was faster, but of course, and he reached out and grabbed her arm. He spun her around. "You are a crazy woman, running around in the rain! Come back to the church, I shall not say anything else unpleasant to you, I promise. Come just until the rain passes."
She did not know what to say or do. The rain was becoming more torrential, and she could scarcely see. If she became lost when the sky was clear, what would happen to her when the sky became dark? He again said, "Let us seek shelter until the rain passes." He offered his arm to her. She nodded and put her hand on the crook of his arm. He held her hat in his other hand and they jogged back toward the little church to await the end of the rain together.
(Coming up in the next chapter, Maan reveals he has Geet's locket, and will he see past her inferiority or not.)
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