'We always have a choice!'-Maaneet Ch16, Pg28 - Page 12

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Recap: There he was sitting proudly in his chair, his every movement , his every facial expression displayed his brilliance. Their eyes met, and hearts began to race. Both tried to control the feelings that had once again awakened, trying hard to regain some composure, both sat and the meeting began.

The three sat around the table and the meeting commenced, Arun- the manager began speaking, however his phone rang and he excused himself explaining that it was an urgent call. He swiftly left the room and Maan and Geet were left to face each other and their rising angst. The door closed and Geet simply looked down not knowing what to say to Him, since when di he become ' Him' she thought to her self. He looked at her playing with the pen. He could feel her nervousness, silently happy that he was affecting her. Neither spoke, she averted her gaze and he simply observed her, her eyes not allowing him access, they remained hidden away. He was getting frustrated, for so long he had wanted to gaze into those eyes, oh how he wanted to once again drown in their depth. She could feel his stare, and became conscious of the way her body began to profusely sweat, the way her heart was pounding- threatening to break out of her chest. This was the chance that she had been waiting for, she could finally talk to him, but for some reason she just couldn't muster up the courage.

They were deep in the meeting when Maan stopped her and questioned where she had got the figures from. She tried to explain to him but he posed ignorance. She walked over to him and leaned over his shoulder and began her explanation. He couldn't focus, her aroma, her voice, the warmth of her breath all tickled him, transporting him back to that night. The night that broke all boundaries between their souls, when, in body, two became one. Whilst simultaneously trampling over their infantile love, a love which had not yet been given an identity. He could feel himself losing control, becoming excited, he was a grown man but she did something to him, there was something so alluring about her, she just made him lose all control.

He turned his head, his lips almost brushed hers when she suddenly pulled backwards. 'Sorry' she whispered whilst moving away. He stalked towards her, ' For what?' he questioned smirking trying to hide the hurt. She carried on walking backwards as he closed in on her. She suddenly hit the sofa and fell onto it. He leaned over her, arms either side, she closed her eyes and whispered 'Maan'please lets get back to the meeting.' she whispered. He moved his hand to move the stray hair that violated his view of her perfection. Her heart began to race as she felt the heat radiating from his skin, she could feel her feminity begin to tingle- it had been so long since she had felt like this. She closed her eyes as- if trying to tame the animal that had once again become live. He was just about to touch her when he realised that it was far to soon. He wanted to torture her, he wanted her to want him, but he would not give himself to her so easily again. She waited for his touch but when it didn't reach her she snapped her eyes open and looked at him. He could see the plea in her eyes, but he moved away satisfied with the result.

She stood up and walked over to the projector and once regaining some calm, she began 'If you still don't understand where I got the figures from I will get someone from accounting to run through them with you.' she said coldly. Maan was taken aback with the formality of how she spoke, she was so decentralised. She carried on with the presentation. 'Right well Sir, I think that is everything, shall I leave?' she questioned avoiding eye contact once again. 'Geet' he hoarsely spoke as he went up to her. 'Oh not again' she nervously muttered to her self. She quickly collected her things and explained, 'I better be leaving now, I will see you around.' She turned to leave. he was amused at her nervousness, she was so innocent.

Finally he was content and began his plotting.