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Chapter Eight: Flip Flops

What he had wanted to do was kiss her senseless...instead...

Maan pressed his forehead against the cold condensed window of his bedroom and breathed in deep. His anger had been simmering quietly in his chest for the past two days but was now threatening to spill out.

The reason for this?

He had no idea anymore if Alexandra was alive. On top of that the incessant voice of that darned woman was constantly pinging around in his head...

Chodiye mujhe...

"Kyun?" Maan hissed bitterly, slamming both his hands down on the window ledge. "Mujhe pura ka pura haq hai Geet keh meh..." He flinched. "Nahi, yeh haq tho tumne kissi aur ko diya yah phir...kuch aisa huwa..." There was no way to find out. He turned around facing the darkness of his room instead. Alex hadn't answered her phone ever since her trip to Hoshiapur...not even sent a small SMS.

For all he knew...she was...in the jungle somewhere...

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Savitri Devi peered through the doorway at her grandson's determined and angry face and stepped away from the sight. Alexandra's game had gone on too long, and when she came back... (and Savitri Devi had no doubt she would be back) there were some serious questions she would have to answer from her Daadima. "Hum bahut bure ho chucke hai Alex-beta. Tume humari bahu ko iss ghar meh wapas lana hi hoga. Aur humara parivar koh ek karna hi hoga."

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All she had wanted to do was run into his arms...instead...

"Lekin nahi! Tum toh teri ulu dhi pathi Geet!" Geet yelled at her own reflection, "Abh kya muu latka keh mujhe dekh rahi ho?!" She asked bitterly, shaking her head at her own stupidity. It had taken two days of non-stop duppatta twisting before she had realised that she had been an idiot. "Bagh kyun gayi? Baath toh kar lethi, kya patha...woh maafi mangna chathe the? Yah...kuch aur...karna..." She felt her cheeks warm up. "Patha nahi kya sochti rethi hai tumari maa." She murmured and placed her hands on her stomach. "Aur tumari Aunty Alex? Patha nahi kaha chali gayi hai! Do din hogaye hai...aur woh...na koi atha yah patha!" She stood up and picked up her bag, looking out of the window to check if her driver was waiting to take her to Pinky's house. "Chado Geet, jab wapas ayegi toh dekh leh geh. Abhi tum jaldi karo, Pinky tumara intezar kar rahi hogi."

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She braked hard at the black looming gates of Khurana Mansion in front of her blurry vision and stumbled out of the jeep.

A wide smile spread across her face making her eyes glint.

Despite the fact her back was practically shredded, her ankle twisted and ribs most likely broken the tall woman let out a loud laugh that echoed through the silent street.

Alexandra Veer Singh licked the blood from her bruised lips and clenched at the recorder in her left hand victoriously, kicked the jeep door shut with her good foot then fell to the hard ground unceremoniously.

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Maan had just been about to get into his bed, when he heard the cackle. "Alex." He breathed in relief and strode back to his bedroom window and managed a small smile at the familiar figure in the distance behind the gates.

Slam.

She kicked the jeep shut and Maan winced, it was his favourite Jeep that he had supposedly 'lent' to her. His wince quickly turned to a look of horror when Alexandra face-planted the ground, with a loud thud.

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"Bahadur -jhi...woh Khurana Mansion aap jaante hai na? Woh...pehle aap wahan chaliye." Geet ordered her driver, biting her lip and curling her fingers into her pale green duppatta and leaned back against the leather seat of her black mercedes.

"Jhi Madam." Bahadur nodded and turned right instead of left quickly. He was a small fellow in his mid fifties with a bald head, eyes that oozed honesty and respect for his new Madam Geet.

On the way to Pinky, Geet on impulse had decided that she would find out why Maan had stopped her that day at the mall. She would go to him... and ask. A flutter of excitement went through her at the prospect of meeting Maan...especially at this time in the evening. Geet blinked at the familiar streets Bahadur drove by and sighed.

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Maan raced down the stairs, his breath coming out in short gasps as he yelled for Daadima and charged through the hallways of the mansion and out to the front exit towards the gates. They opened automatically from the inside allowing him to fall beside Alexandra. "Oh God..." He cursed expletives under his breath and eyed the shredded skin of Alexandra's back.

Alexandra smirked at the curses Maan used that made even her ears waggle. "Home sweet home?" She whispered sarcastically as she felt herself being lifted and held against a hard chest. "Oh God Daddy...he's wearing flip flops..."

Maan didn't know where to put his hands since there was blood everywhere, so held Alex up against the jeep and leaned in closer to her so she could see his livid face. "After I get a doctor to heal all this...I'm going to kill that *beep* Brij Handa and then you! W-with my flip flops!"

"He's your regular punjabi Charles Brons alright." Alexandra murmured drowsily, feeling sleepy after dealing with the pain in her body and let Maan put her arms around his neck and shoulder her weight. "I-it takes more than flip flops to k-kill the great Alexandra Veer Singh!"

"Woh toh meh dekh raha hoon pagal ladki!" Maan grunted and lifted her against him careful of her wounds and stepped back slowly. "This is ridiculous...what where you thinking?"

"Eh...prune-face...I took a chance..."

"Are you listening to yourself?!" Maan asked exasperated and started carrying her back towards her 'home sweet home'.

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Geet stared wide eyed at the sight before her.

Bahadur had parked the car a few feet away from the black jeep blocking the gates.

She'd stepped out, smiling nervously and had taken a few short steps closer...only to find Maan pressed up against another woman.

Her ears rang, mouth dried and heart pounded painfully.

Geet took a step back silently, pressing her fist against her mouth.

The woman was Alexandra...

Once again...a beautiful woman had come into her life, promising her betterment...only to use and abuse her.

Geet turned away just as Maan picked up Alexandra and walked back rigidly to her Mercedes. "Isliye...woh chaathi thi meh Maan seh alag ho jao...woh chaathi thi ki woh unke zindagi meh aah jaye." Once she was settled back into her seats, she allowed the tears to fall and shakily told Bahadur to take her home ignoring his concerned looks.

Alexandra Veer Singh, tumse jawab meh leh kar hi rahoo ghi.

That answer will be given towards the end of the FF as to why Alexandra played such a game when she could have just easily answered Maan and ended the confusion.