FF: You & I...Collide Part13 pg145 July 27 - Page 20

ooo, interestin!! do update soon XD

ohhh sounds great...
its their past & how they met
cant wait till monday

wow...interesting

nice teaser.. i'm guessing for the past

jaz ur tempting us

its flashback wow

looks awesome...can't wait for it :)

hey lovely people...as promised...here is todays update...(its still monday here in LA 😆 ) ...many of you guessed right...the teaser was their past...he he...enjoy this part...cant wait to see what you all think...you guys are awesome!!

Part 5

They stared at each other as if they were looking at a ghost – which, in all honesty, wasn't far from the truth. It had been ten years since they'd seen each other. As the stay frozen in each other's embrace, they both recalled a similar incident nearly twelve years ago. Much like how they had ran into each other on this day, they had run into each other on that day for the first time as well.

They had simply collided with each other, as if it were fate playing her hands.

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"I'm going to kill her," Geet muttered under her breath as she trudged along the lawn of the large Kapoor Estates.

It was her cousin, Meera Kapoor's, wedding and she was the maid of honor. Geet had moved into the mansion about a week ago, along with the rest of the bridal party, to participate in all the wedding festivities. After a week of planning, shopping and partying, the big day was finally here. After a week of haldi parties, mehndi parties, cocktail parties, and bachelorette parties, the wedding day was finally here. The wedding was only hours away.

It was only nine in the morning, but all the brides maids were gathered inside the Kapoor mansion getting pampered from head to toe. They had all enjoyed a nice breakfast before being whisked off to the indoor spa that the Kapoor's had. It was there that the girls were all getting manicures, pedicures, facials, body massages and rubs. After all that was done, they were all to get their hair and makeup done before donning the outfits specifically chosen by Meera for each one of them.

Geet had finished her manicure and pedicure only five minutes ago, and had just gotten her avocado mud mask on, with cucumbers over her eyes, when Meera had asked for a small favor. Being the maid of honor, Geet had agreed without hearing what the favor was. Boy, did she regret that.

As per wedding etiquette and trDevtion, the bride and groom were not to see each other before the ceremony because it was seen as bad luck. However, Meera's superstitious mother had taken it just one step further by saying that no phone conversation could take place either. So now, here she was, the maid of honor, dressed in a fuzzy pink bathrobe walking along the lawn to meet up with someone from the groom's party to exchange love letters on behalf of the bride and groom.

Geet walked as fast as she could, which was not fast at all, as she tried to avoid ruining her newly polished toes. To make matters worse, she kept looking over her shoulder to make sure her Mama didn't see her. Her Mama, Meera's father, was sure that all the men of the groom's party were all horrible play-boy flirts that chased anything in a skirt, and since Geet was an 'impressionable and innocent girl of only fifteen' – her Mama's exact words – she was to stay away from anything with high levels of testosterone.

She had been focused on looking behind her to make sure no one saw her; therefore, she missed seeing that someone was just a few feet away. She hadn't realized someone else was there until she literally collided with him.

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Maan was treading lightly on the lawns of the Kapoor estate.

Why did I agree to be the damned best man?

Maan was a young man that came from the much respected family – The Khurana's. He was a brilliant student, a responsible young adult. Yet here he was, sneaking around the grounds of someone else's home as if he was a thief. He tried to fight a smile as he remembered why he was doing what he was doing. His cousin, Dev Singhania, was getting married. Maan and Dev, as he was lovingly called, had always been like two brothers. If Maan was ever in trouble, needed help or just someone to talk to, he called Dev. If Maan needed advice about anything whether school related or life related, he only trusted Dev's advice. So when Dev asked him to be the best man, how could he refuse? But maybe he should have.

Being the best man might just cost him his life, because if his soon to be bhabi's father, Balvant Kapoor, saw him on the premises of Kapoor Estates, Maan was a dead man. Mr. Kapoor swore that all the men of the groom's party were all shameless, arrogant, disrespectful and playboys. He was under the impression that behind every groomsman was a long line of sweet, innocent young girls with broken hearts. Maan couldn't help but think that Mr. Kapoor had no idea he was giving his daughter to the worst of them all. Dev was the worlds biggest flirt, or at least he had been until he'd met Meera.

Maan looked over his shoulder to see if anyone had spotted him. He breathed a sigh of relief as he neared the big tree on the lawn where he was supposed to meet someone from the bridal party – he wasn't sure who. All he knew was that the Kapoor's were enforcing a very strict "no contact" rule between bride and groom until the wedding. Of course, that didn't go down well with Dev, who just had to have a note delivered to Meera, Dev's fianc.

The note had better be something important.

If he was putting his life in danger – because he was sure if Mr. Kapoor saw him, he'd be shot – then there had better be something important in the damned envelope.

Maan was looking behind him again to see if any guards were after him, or if any crazy dogs were about to chase him, so he wasn't paying any attention to what was ahead of him. It wasn't until he collided with another person that he looked forward again.

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As they collided with each other they both knew, somewhere in their hearts, that their lives had just changed. For Maan, he'd never seen a more beautiful pair of eyes. For Geet, she'd never seen a more intoxicating pair of eyes. They were lost in each others eyes, not a single word spoken between them. It wasn't until they heard the sound of a bird calling that they came back to reality.

"I'm sorry," the both said at the same time.

"No I'm sorry, I wasn't looking," Maan said.

"Neither was I," Geet added.

The both quietly looked around to see if anyone had seen or heard them on the lawn.

"If Mamaji sees me, I'm dead," she whispered to herself.

"Mamaji?" Maan asked.

Geet nodded her head in the affirmative as she fished in her robe for the letter she had to give to the man standing in front of her.

"Here you go," she said as she held out the envelope, "This is from Meera Di."

Maan pulled out the letter he was ordered to deliver and held it out to her so they could exchange envelops.

"Thank you," he said.

"Thanks," she replied.

After he had the envelope securely in his hands, he realized he didn't know the name of the girl that stood in front of him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't get your name," he said as he held his hand out.

Geet took his hand and smiled, "I'm Geet, the maid of honor."

He chuckled, and it surprised her that it warmed her heart.

"I'm Maan, best man," he said.

"Oh my God," she said softly, sure that he didn't hear her.

Maan Singh Khurana.

The incident from a few months ago came rushing back. The first time she'd seen him with is sister at the gathering in Fullerton. She didn't think she'd ever see him again, because just a month after, she had moved to New York with her Massi, who'd been taking care of her since her parents died a few years ago. She remembered telling Pinky that if it was meant to be, she'd see him again. So should she take this as a sign? What were the chances that she'd be the maid of honor to his best man?

And then, reality came crashing back to her.

"Oh God," she groaned.

She finally remembered exactly what state she was in. In front of her stood quiet possibly the most handsome man she'd ever seen. Yet here she was, in a fuzzy robe with barely anything on underneath, her hair in curlers and a green, muddy mask on her face.

Why Babaji? Why?

Did he have to see her like this, that too the first time?

"Everything ok?" he asked.

Maan had suddenly become concerned because the look on the girls face had changed to a look of horror as something dawned on her. It was only then that he realized she was…oddly dressed. He figured the girls were getting ready for the wedding, so it didn't surprise him that she looked like that.

"Ya…" she said sarcastically, "Just great."

"Well…" Maan began to say when he heard the girl mumble something.

"I'll kill her," Geet mumbled.

"That's what I said," Maan said.

"Huh?" Geet asked, confused.

"I've decided to kill Dev Bhaia if this note doesn't say anything important. I mean…your Mamaji would kill me if he saw me here…yet here I am to deliver the note. So the note, had better be important," Maan explained.

Damn right!

A thought occurred to Geet and she immediately began opening the envelop she held.

"What are you doing?" she heard him ask.

"If she made me come out here looking like THIS…" Geet said as she pointed to herself, "It had better be for something good."

"You look fine," Maan said awkwardly.

He swore, his breath caught when she looked him in the eyes.

"You are very sweet…and you cannot lie," Geet said as she began to edge the flap open.

Maan figured, if the maid of honor could open the letter, so could the best man – and so he did.

"Damnit," he heard her curse.

"Son of a…………" Maan said under his breath.

Maan held up the paper he held while Geet did the same. On both pieces of pristine white paper it said three simple words.

I LOVE YOU.

"What family we have huh?" Maan asked as he laughed.

Geet was fuming with rage as she looked down at herself.

"I'm going to KILL her," she said as she stalked off, not even bothering to say goodbye to Maan.

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Later that night, they had literally collided with each other three more times.

First, it had happened when the baraat had come. All of Meera's friends and cousins were refusing to let Dev or the baraat in until they paid an entrance fee of sorts. They two parties had been arguing for over ten minutes, until they had finally agreed to pay $3,000 to get in. It was then that they realized they didn't have scissors for Dev to cut the ribbon. Geet had run to find a pair and was just getting back when suddenly the commotion started up again. Just as Geet reached the mob, she heard a voice that was familiar.

"Sorry I'm late," he said. "But him here now, and there is no way we are paying that much money to get in. And besides, you girls weren't even ready."

Geet knew it was Maan's voice. She was surprised to hear it because he hadn't been there when the rest of the baraat had arrived. As she neared the front, she was taken by how handsome he looked in the tailored sherwani he wore. She wasn't paying attention and lost her balance when someone pushed her from behind, just as Maan was pushed by some members of his party.

It was at the moment they collided again. This time it was Maan lost in the eyes of the beautiful girl again.

Neither had time to digest what had happened because the bargaining ensued again between the two parties, finally coming to an end another ten minutes later.

The second time they collided was when Geet was fleeing the mandap with the groom's shoes. After four failed attempts, the girls finally had the shoes and Geet ran like a mad woman. She was looking behind her to make sure no one followed her. It was then that she ran into a strong hard chest.

As Maan looked at the girl in his arms, he didn't recognize her, but her recognized the eyes. He'd seen them before, but where?

"Maan," he heard her whisper.

Then it hit him.

"Geet?" he asked.

They were both brought back to reality when they heard shouting.

"Geet run!" someone yelled.

"Maan don't let her go, she has the shoes," someone else yelled.

It was only then that they broke out from each others' embrace. With her eyes still glued to his, she quietly slid behind the pillar off to the side. She held the shoes close to her heart as she felt a new, and odd, sense filling her. She heard them ask Maan where she. She held her breath waiting for him to give her away, but he didn't. Instead he pointed in the opposite direction. She peeked out from behind the pillar as some of the groomsmen dragged him away. She didn't know why, but it didn't surprise her that he was looking back at her.

The third and final time that night, they collided when she was asked to bring the shoes back just as the bidaai was to happen. Seeing the shoes again, she remembered her earlier encounter with Maan. She wasn't paying attention to where she was going as she walked down the hall. Again she crashed into a body, but this time she knew who it was. Again he caught her and saved her from falling. Once she was stable, he let go of her and she stepped back, looking shyly at the floor. She suddenly smiled and pushed a few strands of hair behind her ear as she turned to leave.

"You look beautiful," he said.

She stopped in her tracks, suddenly unable to breathe. She turned her face slightly and smiled before quickly rushing off as someone called for her.

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