Okay, so here's the general idea...
Geet Handa, strong-willed, dreamy-eyed lass from Punjab runs away from home because her family wants to get her married to some stultifyingly boring guy, who is so clearly not the Mr Perfect she awaits. Incidentally, her family members in my fanfic are not out with talwaars to slit her throat (they are kind of more chilled, although melodrama is their forte).
Geet finds herself in Delhi, paying guest at the Marchandas', and begins job-hunting.
But, by a curious turn of events (to be further expounded in the fanfic), she ends up going to the wrong interview by mistake.
The interviewer in question is Maan Singh Khurana, the utterly unromantic, hopelessly pragmatic, rude, self-centred, arrogant businessman who is auditioning girls to be his "contract fiance" so that his filmi dadi can stop nagging him to get married.
All he wants is to expand his business, live his life to the fullest, and yes, have a couple of affairs on the side... but nothing so serious as to permanently enslave him to the mundaneness of karwa chauths and changing baby diapers.
He is what Geet would call a "typical guy." He knows not the poetry of flying dupattas, or any other poetry for that matter. He is not chivalrous in any sense. Nothing, nothing like her imaginary knight in shining armour who would save her from every problem, in whose intensely gazing eyes she would happily swoon, who would sway her in his arms and sweep her off her feet. He would never even think of brushing away a strand of hair next to a girl's eye, or making her wear her dropped earring. If she was falling off a ladder or something, he would probably just laugh at her clumsiness.
Like all other typical guys, he feels attracted to girls, but would never bother persevering hard/long enough so that the girl he likes becomes his (after all, there are so many other girls, aren't there). Like all other typical guys, he has no idea what true love is, and has no intention of finding out. Like all other typical guys, he is extremely annoying!
Maan finds Geet ridiculous, walking around with a checklist to rate the guys she meets according to unrealistic, and frankly, very stupid criteria. Seriously, which right-minded guy would lose himself in the eyes of a girl for five minutes flat, or hold on to her dupatta to stop her from leaving, or do whatever other lame thing she fantasises about?! It's not like he has an aversion to love, oh, far from that! He does like girls, especially hot girls. But he just can't bring himself to act retarded to impress them. He can't possibly run around trees singing songs to them. He is Maan Singh Khurana after all, and all girls fall head over heels over him anyway. Well, all girls, except Geet Handa... who doesn't matter.
Needless to say, neither Geet nor Maan want to have anything to do with each other.
But... as Geet knows too well, we don't always get what we want. Sigh.
The fanfic's basically a light comedy/love story, about two people who want very different things, about how fate brings them together, and how they end up learning from each other... and falling for each other.
We don't always get what we want, but sometimes, we don't know what we truly want, and we don't see it when we see it, because we wear the blinkers of our dreams and ambitions.
The story was conceived during one of my "but they don't make guys like that anymore" rants that I launch into whenever I watch Geet, or day-dream about the serial (which is very often! 😉)
Let me know what you think 😃
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