MG FF - Sneaking into Her Bedroom (Finished) - Page 22

Geet stabbed her lunch with her fork over and over again, making loud clanging noises in the plate.

"Geet?" Dadi put her fork down and asked.

"Drusht Dhanav...dictator kahin ka." Geet mumbled and hit her plate even harder.

"Geet!" Dadi snapped her fingers in front of Geet's face.

"Huh?" Geet looked up. "Sorry Dadi, what did you say?"

"Geet look, I know you're angry at him but he probably doesn't mean any harm. We all know you two fight so you can make up afterwards." Dadi touched Geet's hand. "Don't be so angry at him Beti."

"If he didn't do the stupid things that he does, maybe I wouldn't be so angry at him. He's being such a jerk to the employees Dadi! Is this any way to run a company?" Geet leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms.

"Maybe not Geet, but its important to keep some order and discipline in a company." Maan appeared from behind the wall, carrying his jacket behind him with a finger. Geet just looked in the other direction.

Maan put his jacket down on the chair next to Geet and knelt down beside her. Dadi took it as her cue to leave.

"Geet, don't be such a child. At least look at me." Maan said.

Geet got up from her chair and walked upstairs with Maan trailing behind her. She tried to slam the door to their room but Maan put his foot in before it could close.

Geet turned around and sat on her side of the bed with her legs crossed. Maan came to sit beside her.

"I have something for you..." Maan said and pulled out a turquoise box wrapped in a white ribbon. He presented it infront of her. Geet took the box and put it on her night table.

Maan reached for his jacket and pulled out a red flower. "I'm sorry, Geet."

Geet took the rose, careful not to hurt herself and put it beside the turquoise box. The wrinkles had still not moved from her forehead.

Maan moved closer to her but Geet just got up again and headed straight for the door.

"Happy Birthday Geet." Maan said quietly.

Geet stopped in her tracks. She gulped, pulling herself together again and walked out the bedroom door. She walked until she got to her garden and opened the sliding doors.

The fountain in the middle of the garden had been moved to the side to make room for a huge dining table. Dadi's china now covered the table but her hammock still hung in place.

She lay down in her hammock as she always did when she was upset. She wiped her tears that partly trailed down because of sadness and partly from care.

She heard footsteps behind her and wiped her tears. "Go away," she sniffled.

"Sweetheart, if you think I'm going to abandon you on your birthday...you are SO WRONG."

Geet turned around and gasped. "Pinky!"

"Geet!" Pinky laughed and reciprocated Geet's hug. "Whats all this rona dhona about?"

"Woh..main-"

"Khair, chodo. Just look at what I've got for you!" Pinky pulled out a bag from behind her back. Geet pulled a rectangular box out of the bag and opened it to see the dress she had been admiring for several weeks now, but only from the store window.

Geet started crying again and pulled Pinky into a hug. "Thank you so much."

"Hey!" Pinky pushed Geet back gently. "Didn't I say no rona dhona? Now come on, lets go try it on for tonight's party!"

"Party?" Geet asked.

"Oh come on, you are Maan Singh Khurana's wife and for him not to throw a huge birthday bash? Aisa to ho nahin sakta!" Pinky pulled Geet inside the house and pushed her towards the stairs. "Now go get ready! I'll be waiting down here."

Geet smiled as she ran up the stairs with her dream dress. From the balcony she blew Pinky a kiss. As soon as Geet was out of sight, Maan came up behind Pinky and tapped her on the shoulder.

"Your work is done." Pinky said to Maan.

"Thanks Pinky, I knew how much she wanted that dress but given everything that's happened...I didn't think she would accept it from me." Maan explained.

"It's okay." Pinky shrugged. "Besides, I did it for her. I also knew how much she wanted that dress and she deserved to have it on her birthday."

After standing awkwardly for a moment, Pinky ran upstairs to see if her best friend needed any help. If not any help, she would gladly offer her support. After all, it was her best friend's birthday.