MG FF: Maan the Arrogant: Ch14: Pg76: 13th Nov - Page 7

Originally posted by: revav

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Originally posted by: jazzerette

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Chapter 3

Once back in the little stone fortress, Maan asked, "I shall dry us, with your permission."

Geet merely nodded, as water ran in her eyes. She couldn't help but notice that his black shaggy hair was even darker from the water that caused it to be plastered to his gorgeous cheekbones and elegant neck. His lips were slightly parted, and the water that fell down his perfectly straight nose ran over his soft pink lips making them very appealing. Water clung onto his eyelashes bringing out the golden flecks in his warm chocolate brown eyes. No Geet, she thought. These thoughts are improper. Very improper.

After they were both dry, he motioned to a pew in the very back. She sat down and he went around to the other side and sat across from her. He handed her hat to her and she put it on the seat between them so it would act as a barrier. She was not sure why she felt the need for a barrier between them, real or imaginary, she just did.

"You do not like my cousin I take it?" she asked. She stared at him so thoroughly, he felt like she was looking in his mind for the answers she sought.

"You are correct, Madam, I do not like your cousin," he said. "He has a tendency for lack of decorum that does not denote his status in the community. Even if only half of his family are of noble birth, he is still a Viscount, his father's family was one of the most aristocratic families in England, and he seems to forget that. He befriends people like the Rajvansh for instance."

"Surely you cannot have anything against them," she said.

He openly laughed and she took offense. "You really know nothing of our world, do you? The Rajvansh are not the type respectable people associate with, because of their station."

"Because they are poor," she stated, as it was not a question.

"Precisely," he said.

"Dev means to marry Miss Naintara. Will not an advantageous marriage promote her whole family's station? Will it not make them more acceptable?" she asked.

"Never," he said. "Everyone knows of his inclination toward the girl in question; however, if his godfather, my cousin, Brij Singh, was still alive he would never even entertain such an unfortunate match."

"Unfortunate, how sir? If they love each other, they are most fortunate. In fact, they would be more fortunate than most," she countered.

"You must have seen her family and their home, need I explain more? You are intelligent, you understand. Yes, a most unfortunate match in deed," he declared.

"But love....." she started.

He openly laughed at her and said, "Love is best kept in fairy tales, Miss Geet, for it is rarely seen in the real world and it cannot change one simple fact, that they are different."

She understood now. That also she herself would never be accepted by this world because she had no money, was not of circumstance, and according to Mr. Maan, one could not even marry to rise above their station. She was quiet for such a long time, looking at her hands in her lap, that he finally asked, "Miss Geet, are you quite alright?"

"Fine, Sir, I really think I should try to get back." She rose to leave. "My cousin shall worry, and I know I have been an unwelcome visitor, and I should never have come here and I shall never return. Accept my humble apologies. I shall trespass no longer." She walked toward the door.

Maan wondered what he had said to cause her to want to leave so suddenly. He was only trying to educate the young woman. Someone needed to tell her these things and Dev was apt to tell her they were all equal. One would not want to give another person a false impression. He rose from the pew as well, and blocked the entrance with his muscular form.

"If you mean to leave, I shall walk with you to the edge of my property," he said.

"I would not want to cause you any distress," she said.

He looked at her for a while and then smirked whilst saying "Walking is of no distress to me and the rain is mostly gone. I say, you are a beautiful yet tiresome little thing, aren't you?"

"I beg your pardon?" blushed Geet.

"I think you know what I mean, so do not play the innocent. Dev should be drawn and quartered for allowing you to walk alone anyway. I have had a proper upbringing and I will do what is right." He offered his arm again. She put her hand hesitantly on his forearm, instead of linking her arm with his. She held her hat in her other hand and they started to walk out of the church. He stopped right outside the door.

"I believe I have something of yours, by the way. It fell out of your bag earlier," he said. He retrieved the locket from his waistcoat pocket.

She held out her hand and smiled. He had to smile as well since she seemed so pleased. "I had yet to discover it was missing. Thank you, Sir. These are the only portraits I have of my parents."

"I take it they are deceased?" he said, handing her the locket. His fingertips brushed hers. She felt a constriction across her chest. She could not answer, for he was so close and she found herself without words, so she nodded her answer.

"Mine are as well," he answered. She started to put the locket on and he said, "Shall I?" She handed the locket back to him and turned around. She lifted her mass of brown curls. He stood behind her and took in her sweet scent. Her hands trembled as she held up her hair. He laughed and said, "I can't get the locket through you arm, Miss Geet. You must release your hair."

She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled. "Sorry," she said.

She turned away from him once more, and stood compliant as he brought the locket around her body. He held both ends securely and said, "Now you may hold up your hair so I can clasp it."

She reached back with both hands to hold up her hair and once again, her right hand touched his, and she shivered. He quickly clasped the locket, and before he knew what he was doing, his fingers caressed the back of her neck for a brief moment, only to retreat as quickly. She had the softest skin he thought. She dropped her hair and he noticed goose bumps on her skin. He took off his jacket and said, "You must be cold, you are shivering." She turned to face him.

At that moment, time stood still. She faced him, he her. He reached around her shoulders and placed his jacket across them. Then, in an act that would only be described as insanity, he reached across her shoulders and he removed her hair from the collar of the jacket. Her hair was as soft as her skin. His body decided that he liked being close to her, long before his brain agreed to the notion. He liked the way her eyes held questions in them. He loved the way her mouth opened, but no sound came out. He could imagine himself kissing those lips, those high cheekbones, her neck, and her arms. The scent from her hair was now invading his nostrils and he reached up to loosen his neckcloth, as he suddenly felt warm and flushed.

He knew it was improper to be this close and familiar with a woman he had just met. He knew she was below him socially. He knew she was undoubtedly a proper girl who had never even held hands with a man before, but blast it all, he wanted to touch her. He wanted to, but he did not. He stepped away and she said, "Thank you."

They started walking east and he said, "What do you plan on doing during your time here, Miss Geet?"

"Dev has arranged for me to fill in the holes in my education. I was only able to go to a school for two years. He has provided two tutors for me, Mr Prakash Chand and a Mr Shashank Gupta."

"Mr Shashank is my godfather," he said. "He is a respected chemistry master. He hates Dev Sharma, and Dev does not like him either, so it is curious that he would arrange this with him."

"Maybe I misunderstood what Dev said," she answered.

"You do not look as if you are the type to misunderstand," he offered. "So, you will be educated in chemistry and I am sure Mr Prakash will teach you all about Maths and literature too. These things are well and good, but what of history and foreign languages? Who will teach you these things?"

"I am sure these are things I can learn at a later date," she said, looking over at him. She tripped on a small rock and before she could fall to her knees, he reached over and pulled her into his embrace. They stood still, holding each other's intense gaze. She quickly pulled herself out of his strong arms and took his jacket off and said, "I am warm now, thank you."

He draped his jacket across one arm, and held her elbow with his other hand, just in case she tripped again. When they reached the top of a hill, he pointed toward the large stone house and said, "Sharma's Mansion, Miss."

She turned back to him and said, "You've been kind to me, Sir."

"Best not tell your cousin, however," he decided.

"As you wish," she said, turning to go.

He called out to her and she turned back around. He took the three steps it would take to reach her and he said, "If you would like, I could let you borrow some of my books. I could even help you study, if you would like. We could meet back at the little church, tomorrow afternoon, say 2 o'clock."

What was he proposing? She was quiet for so long that he wondered if she had forgotten how to speak. Finally, he said, "If you would like I will ask your cousin's permission. If he grants it, is it something that would be favourable to you?"

"You know I am not from a family of aristocratic background, Sir?" she said.

"Yes, I am aware," he answered.

"You are aware I am without money or status," she said.

"What are you implying?" he asked.

"Just that I would think you would not want to even converse with me again, let alone consent to tutor me. Is that not a double standard? People like you don't associate with people like me, by your very admission, so tell me why would you consent to lower yourself to teach me?"

He took a deep breath. The blasted girl had a point, but by all that was holy, he wanted to see her again. He could see her in quiet. No one but Dev had to know. Nevertheless, she would know. She would not settle for that and he did not want to settle for that. He did not know what to say to her statement, for it was the truth.

She rescued him by saying, "Thank you for the kind offer, however." She wanted to let him withdraw his offer if he wanted, so she did it for him.

She started running down the hill and she dropped her hat again. She bent down to pick it up, turned towards him, and waved. He smiled at her retreating figure and realised that he did not care what she wanted; he wanted to see her again. He would talk to Dev tonight.

(Coming up, more Maaneet interaction and Maan gets an unexpected invitation to dinner, but will he accept?)

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