FF: New York times with Maan&Geet Thread 3 05/03 - Page 93

nice part

Wonderful update, Hasini! You really captured the angst of their parting so beautifully...I am wondering how they will both deal with it...especially Maan with his reticence...

They are seprated haaye

I'm not a very emotional person...actually, I rather say I can keep my emotions in control...but not at the airport! I think its the atmosphere or something but ...it always gets to me! The whole interaction/ scene with Maan Geet...was beautifully expressed and written! loved it!
Liked it how Naina called Geet..bhabhi!
Why do I have a feeling this Archie guy will bump into her again at work ;)

Thanks for the amazing update!
I'm getting used the everyday updates :P

nice update, hope u will soon continue with NY times........

Nice update! Her see off was sad but cute....lolz. Her fear that goodbyes in her case have always been ominous, is it only coz she is sad or it's a presage? Also, this new character, Archie....is he here to stay throughout her stay in SF? I know...too many questions....lolz. Can't wait to know how things proceed from here. Do continue soon.

@ Hasini - Although I am a little touchy about separations and do not enjoy them as much, I read this update as an ardent admirer of your writing, and I have to accept, I was not left feeling sad. Those few moments when they just did not want to let go was brilliant. I do hope it is just a phase and they meet again really soon. I am not at all for separations and will be very happy to see them together at the earliest available opportunity.

Part 78: Frisco Update 1

The flight descended and as the wheels screeched to touch ground, the precarious jerk threw her back and forth in the seat. She woke up in an alarm and felt a throbbing headache course the nerves in her forehead. Thank heavens; she had slept through the long and restless journey coast to coast. More importantly her conscious had not experienced pangs of nervousness over her incremental distance from Maan as the plane flew across the states.

He had let her be once he had noticed she had grown snoozy and inclined back her seat from the upright position. He had wished she would chat him up more, but after that callow and snippy exchange he couldn't expect anything less than her egregious disregard.

It was more preferred strangely, to watch her in a shuffling calm, teetering in the mid-air vessel, without to face her blazing gaze. Otherwise the sloe-eyed beauty had darted arrows with one look at every offhand remark of his; a demanding task, indeed. Such eye candy when plopped up next to his seat, he had passed on sleep and instead had taken up the full time task to drink up the sight of her stuck in a floating silent stupor.

"Ouch" she let out a wail as her elbow brushed against the hard metal of the armrest from the heavy heaving of the flight and instantly he had caught hold of her hand to tilt up and examine her throbbing joint.

She looked up at him and he met her inquisitive eyes the same moment. He was too casual about it and let go of her hand to massage her now aching part of her arm.

She thought he was seriously deranged to mess with her at such proximity and his audacity was, no doubt, reprehensible. It would not take much to crack up the barrage of silence that she was shrouded in. She had maintained so from the time he had perched himself next to her. But this was pushing it far, even for her, who was more timid than a puppy.

Right about this time was when she ought to have missed him endless, picked up the phone to cry out how much she needed him in the unknown city. The outside sunny weather to have been perceived as the piercing flames of the underworld for they were no place that drafted an agreeable weather like New York, her home. Smiles from fellow passengers are not to have greeted her and she to have looked forward to expect nothing but to drown herself with tears over their distance. And to have walked around the new empty house at Sausalito, by the banks of the great pacific, his yet another last minute revelations to be taken for a surprise, and wallow in misery.

But no such thing happened and she felt nothing of the sorts, when the man holding her hand looked at her with an open penchant gaze. And she had almost made up her mind to wiggle out of the stubborn anger that had gripped her originally.

"What is this Archie? You are stepping bounds here" She said incisively and drew her arm out of his hold and began rubbing around the elbow.

"Oh! Common...And they say long gone are the time of sensitive men" He retorted hurrying to wiggle his eyebrows at her.

"Yes...sensitive did not mean physical contact. We all need some personal space along with sensitivity too" She said acutely and moved out to get her hand luggage. Without another turn to look at him, she moved to exit the flight. Given all that he had felt over the time he had stayed up watching her and she had slept through, he followed her intently.

They met and crossed paths once again at the baggage claim. He cut across her side a few times, going one way or the other around the conveyor belt, but she undoubtedly ignored him. Wanting to offer help, he bent down to pick up her giant of a suitcase, but she gave out a cold nippy glare that forced him to freeze in his tracks. It somehow did not stop him for long and when she realized he was not ceasing at being a nosy-parker, she slapped his fingers as she pulled her lips into a straight line instinctively.

"What's wrong with you woman?" He yelled and caught her arm, when she struggled with the suitcase, that the conveyor had dragged beyond her reach "Why don't you just take my help?" She stepped around him and quite obviously paying no attention to his question, walked along the belt to yank her luggage out.

This had done it for him and he ran behind her. Once he found a large clearing between them and the other passengers who had gathered towards the either ends, he forcefully, hauled her by her wrist towards the pathway that curved to end at the rest area. She was taken back, with his bold moves but her main intention was to avoid a scene in front of the others and she had trudged unwilling at best. More importantly she wanted to know what drove him to behave this way and take advantage of her inactions.

At least she should have known better, what he was capable of when having come across brash, for he had no desire to speak up his mind. But had every aim, to do exactly what he had chose to do those unapproachable moments she had slept next to him. He kissed her, holding her arms tightly and caging her with his body against the wall. She struggled to fight him off and thrust her fisted hand to bang on his chest. Her muffled screams turned into a whimper and then to nothing as he full-on stole the kiss from her. The physical thumps from her were soon dying down to hold him by his collar.

All the resistance, and yet she had not cried for help, when his crushing softened to savor her lips. In the fleeting second, she had begun to feel something too, like an uncanny light above was sucking the control and sanity out of her. And this...with him, amidst a busy airport yet secretly stashed in that abandoned hallway, made her weak in the knees as she urged her rationale to tell her why she basked to relish the defiant but tender suckling of her lips by him.

When he knew she had given in, his hold relaxed over her arm and slid down her back. Running his arm length crisscross around her waist, his fingers came to rest by the sides of her hips. That is also when he felt her kiss back and so he buckled to deepen his hold both on her lips and her body. It was a spontaneous response he couldn't withdraw from either, not when she in all of a woman's gentleness returned his affections. He sure had not kissed another of the opposite sex with such ardent passion and need. This was turning out to be a scandalous one too, when her scent and fervor took over him and nudged his fingers - that had their own mind too - to tuck it under her top for a light caress.

She was losing it and in fear of being caught and charged for public nuisance, she picked up her will to jostle him harder. That his defenses were bound by another will, he succumbed to her action and in reaction he was now a few inches away from her face. That was what she could manager from her own weak senses for -by some sweeping instinct- she knew he hated shoving.

"Maan...yeh airport hain. You are forgetting" She spoke with urgency and in a weak awareness of mortification.

"Oi...the name is Archie...journal tho padi na?" He corrected as he traced her footsteps towards the baggage claim once again.

"Nahi..and I don't want to read" She said with the same reasonable ire, without another look at him.

To be continued...