FF: Fall Out ~MG~ THREAD 2 - Page 48

Originally posted by: 7thHeaven

u no me so well😛😛😛 bari walli didi😉

Originally posted by: luvabbybaby

ahahahahaha 😆 I cant wait!

Liz

Originally posted by: aashluvsmaan

haan haan i kno u my baby!!!

u sacchi me plaaning to finish this???😭😭

Since a few of the readers aren't comfortable with Hindi dialogues I have translated them . . . I hope that solves the problems . . . it's just that sometimes the feel only clicks in Hindi . . . BTW guys although I am sure u know it already but anyway just in case . . , so yeah . . . like . . . Uh . . . the flashback scenes in This FF are not in sequence . . .

"Re-Living the Past" . . . Part 1

Cold wind stung her tear stained cheeks as she stood at the window, blankly staring out at the sky. This place stirred memories in her, memories that she wanted to wash off from her mind but they were etched in her soul. Memories which should have brought a smile on her face were then only making the loss prominent, they were simply reminding her of what was gone forever. They were stinging her like a thousand needles and despite of standing in open place it was suffocating her. As much as she tried to drive them out of her mind, they only seeped in deeper inside her. She smiled ruefully as she couldn't contemplate why she was even standing here in the first place. She did not know why she couldn't refuse Savitri Devi's request to refurbish the Khurana Mansion. She didn't know why despite of her mind screaming for her to not board the plane for Delhi her legs moved on their own accord. She didn't know why she felt a sense of nostalgia grip her soul just as she stepped out of the Delhi Air port. She didn't know why this was happening with her.

"Why are you here?"

Just as the words sank in, it was like someone had pitilessly torn her apart . . . If that was even possible. Why was she here . . . even she did not know that.

"Why did you come back" She felt a hand grab her wrist painfully and the next second she was forcefully turned around to meet his eyes. He held her shoulders as he pulled her closer into him. With their faces mere inches apart he bit out remorselessly, looking straight into her eyes "Why did you come" She smiled wryly as her mind ridiculed her heart for still being affected by his words.

"Why the hell your here" he spat as he shook her. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked from his grip on her shoulders to his face and right into his eyes which radiated only anger and hatred. It hurt her to hear him ask that question, which he had himself sworn her never to even think about. It hurt her to see the man who once rules her heart and soul, perhaps still does, question her as to why she was in his house. It hurt her too much . . . god damn it why did it still hurt. He belittled her countless times, chucked her out of his life, crushed her heart brutally . . . even questioned her integrity, yet she couldn't come to terms with hating him.

"Answer me . . . Kyun aayi ho tum yahan (Why have you come here)"

Hearing his words, her mind transpired down the memory lane'

~Flashback~

It was raining water outside and it was raining happiness inside.

She smiled as she bit her lips, God . . . in a span of just a few hours her life took a turn and certainly for the best. Just a few hours back he was her best friend now he was her' . . . She hid her face in the pillow as her cheeks flushed with realisation. He was now, no more just a friend . . . he was the man she loved. Strange as it was, it had been over two years since that night when they first met, became friends then moved on to be best friends and now they were lovers, all this time she never realised just what she felt for him. She did not know when she started loving him, was it when she met him, or was it when they would spend hours talking with each other, was it when he cooked for her birthday, or was it when he helped her overcome her fear of water, was it when he teased her or was it when he wiped her tears when she cried? . . . Well, she had no idea when she fell for him but now she sure as hell knew she loved him.

She smiled as she remembered the events of the day . . . he'd confessed his love, he'd assured her he would always be there with her, he instilled her faith in herself that she could love and faith in the four letter word . . . LOVE. She blushed as she remembered how she'd hug him from the back, God! He was shirtless that time. Although at that moment in time she was snowed under her new found realisation that she loved him, now that the events played back in her mind, she couldn't help but let her thoughts wonder down the forbidden lane. Wait, it was no longer forbidden, not after they were officially a couple. She confessed, he confessed, Oh crap . . . she hadn't really confessed. He told her in plain words he loved her but she did not say any such thing. Instantly she dialled his number but the next moment cut the call. She looked at her cell for a moment or two, before again calling him but then again she cut the call. She turned restlessly in her bed as she thought would it be fitting for her to call him and then say those words. Should she wait till the morning? Damn, she was a nervous wreck.

Sleep was the last thing on her mind.

Done

She had to tell him. Well, she would call him, say whatever she had to say and cut the call. Mustering all her courage she picked up her cell, dialled his number and cut the call. Taking a few deep breaths she again called him and this time round she did not cut the call.

Then she thoughtlessly decided to drive to his home and tell him on the face. After all how hard could it be? She simply had to use three words. Big deal, that was easy. She could do that. She would do that. Hell, could she do that. Keeping all other thoughts at bay, she drove to his place.

She gulped as she questioned her own actions. Should she ring the doorbell, screw logic, she rang the bell. Shit! What the hell was she thinking standing at his doorstep past mid night? Geet, better run away before it is too late. But before she could escape, the door creaked open and she met a lady dressed in cream colour suit and wearing spectacles. She had a fairly good idea just who was standing in front of her . . . Maan's mother "Pammi Khurana".

"Good evening aunty" she said in an almost inaudible whisper.

"Do I know you" was the curt reply which escaped Pammi's lips. Geet did not miss the coldness in her tone. Damn, first impression is the last impression and she just ruined her first impression on Maan's mother. Crap.

"I am . . . Uh . . .

"She's Geet" she heard a voice call out and she knew exactly whom it belonged to.

Maan walked over to stand next to Geet and smiled warmly at her.

"Why is she here at this odd hour?" Pammi replied rather rudely as Geet flinched and turned to leave but Maan held her back as he squeezed her palm in assurance.

"Choti ma . . . she is Geet. I told you about her a few days back"

"Yes your friend right" Pammi said after a while. "But why is she here?"

"Maan listen beta, I understand she is your friend but she is a girl and this is not a good hour to knock at someone's house. There are some traditionally morals which seemingly the new generation has forgotten. Besides you're busy." She shot Geet a disgusted look as Geet felt her eyes prick with tears.

"I'll come later" saying so, Geet turned to leave but Maan pulled her back as he said with authority "She can come here anytime she wants."

"We have some important things to sort out and I would request your friend to come later." Pammi said coldly "Dev is waiting for you in the study."

"Choti ma, I'll handle everything and moreover I can discuss business with Dev when he joins KC."

"It is important Maan"

"I'll come tomorrow" Geet tried to free her hand but Maan hushed her as he firmly stated "You're not going anywhere" He turned to face Pammi as he added "I'll go finish the discussion first and then anything else." With that said, he laced his fingers with Geet's and walked towards the study.

"Are you taking her along?"

"Yes, why not"

"Maan it's about our family and our family business. How can you talk about it in front of some outsider?"

"She is no outsider" Maan said gritting his teeth "She is family" Hearing him include her as his family, she felt her heart would just explode with happiness. Whereas at one side she was elated to see his love but on the side she felt saddened that his mother did not like her. Geet could clearly see the dislike, may be abhorrence in Pammi's eyes. And she did not miss the coldness prevailing between the mother-son duos.

"I'll tell Dev you would talk about it all later. Go have your time with Geet"

"Choti Ma, Geet is Family. And I'd expect everyone . . . Everyone in the house to behave accordingly with her" With that said Maan walked Geet to his room as Geet rasped "I am sorry". Maan stopped to in his tracks as she apologised.

"I did not realise my coming here would be so much trouble. I am really very sorry' I acted insane. I should have thought before coming here. But main bhi kya karti, I really wanted to tell you something but I guess that could wait. Because of me aunty is upset with you. I am sorry, sachi maine bilkul nahi socha (Truly I did not think) this would happen." She realised she was blabbering when she saw Maan look at her in amusement. Did he even hear any of it?

He gently cupped her face as he wiped her tears and whispered "You can come here anytime you want." Pulling her in his embrace he said softly yet firmly "As for Choti ma is concerned, she is just like that. A bit traditional and about her being upset well it's not about you. I assure you that and even if it is My Geet is a charmer and she sure will win her over." Geet smiled through the tears as he razzed "By the way what was so important that it couldn't wait until morning"

"Told you I shouldn't have come here" Geet pulled herself way from Maan as she walked towards the door.

"I am just kidding" she felt him hold her wrist.

It was then his phone rang, he excused himself as he saw the caller ID but only after ordering her not to move an inch from her spot.

"Ji Dadi ma" she heard him say as he attended the call.

"So miss Geet, smart huh, I must complement the girl who managed to win over Maan Singh Khurana." Pammi spat as Maan walked towards the terrace as the reception in that part of the house was pretty poor.

"Don't you have some basic etiquette, some social manners, or did your parents forget to teach you morals. Barging in others houses at mid night is that what you've been taught. No manners what so ever. Well, why am I even wasting my time talking all this with a girl like you . . .

"CHOTI MA"

Geet's eyes brimmed with tears as she gulped back the lump in her throat.

Holding Geet sideways Maan roared "This is the last time I am telling you. I will tolerate no one, just no one saying a word to MY Geet" Geet looked at him too stunned to hear him literally talk that way with an elder. All the time she's known, never once did he raise his voice at elders. "Even if it were you" Maan ended curtly as he strode away pulling Geet along.

"You shouldn't have yelled at her like that" Geet said as he shut the door of his room behind him angrily.

Suddenly he felt him painfully holding her shoulders as he rasped "No one talks with you like that. Your insult is my insult"

"And what about the insult aunty must have felt when her son talked with her in that tone for a mere girl" Geet replied back.

"You're not a mere girl." Maan retorted.

"She is your mother. If in anger she said some hurtful words, then what. It is indeed my fault that I am here at this hour"

"Geet get one thing into your head, you are as important to me as any other family member of mine. If you someday insult them I will not tolerate it, likewise I won't buy any bullshit against you" Maan stated staring right into her eyes.

I love you" she blurted unmindfully as she saw him freeze.

She closed her eyes the moment the words escaped her lips. Then there was silence only disturbed by her hitched breathing. She was happy, scared . . . nervous. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she felt him caress her cheeks and move closer to her. His one hand slithered across her tiny waist and holding her firmly, he lowered his face onto hers and kissed her closed eyes, silently urging her to open them. She felt jitters run through her nerves as she ever so slowly opened her eyes. The moment her eyes met his chocolate browns, she immediately lowered her gaze, unable to bear the intense look in his eyes. A blush crept at her cheeks as she realised just what she had blurted out. This was awkward.

She felt him lift her chin as he urged her to look at him blushing profusely she lifted her gaze, only to be lost in his eyes. He moved his lips closer to hers as he ever so softly brushed them over hers. Time froze for her. Her lips quivered in anticipation and the next moment he pulled away. He weighed her sentiments over his own and she just knew by the look in his eyes . . . they were seeking her permission.

Tears escaped from her eyes as she chuckled and pulling him by the collar she crushed her mouth upon his. It was a bliss to love and above all to be loved, it was overwhelming to know that there is someone out there who loves her unconditionally, with no inhibitions, it was heart warming to know that her man weighed her over everything else, it was the moment when she knew love was meant to be. It was a moment when she knew, nothing mattered to him more than her.

She kissed him senseless . . . It was her first kiss. Well, till a day back she did not in particular see herself clinging to him and forcefully kissing him. Wasn't the first time supposed to be gentle . . . Special? Oops, did she ruin their first kiss by pouncing on him. She stilled as uncertainty coursed through her nerves. She stood there with her lips over his, absolutely still. Should she back off?

Then she felt his hands snake behind up her back as he squeezed her body into him. He then kissed her like there was no tomorrow. Well, all her apprehensions went out of the window the moment she felt him kiss her back. This was special no matter what. "Promise me baby, you will never' ever question your presence in my house. It's yours as much as it's mine." He spoke into her mouth as he deepened the kiss.

~Present~

"Promise me baby, you will never' ever question your presence in my house. It's yours as much as it's mine." She whispered painfully and the moment he heard those damned words, instinctively his grip over her loosened as his hands fell to the sides and he left abruptly.

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Precap: "Had it been for Maan, the man who loves Geet, we would have always been together. But it isn't about Maan, it's about Maan Singh Khurana" he hissed as he gulped another drink whilst watching her from a far.

I realise I have made you guys wait for a bit too long so I updated this although there's more to come . . . Still writing . . . another part MIGHT BE up in like two three hours . . . I want to finish this FF As soon as possible so yeah . . . so may be instead of part parts will be up . . . let's see how it turns out. . . . PS: this is long . . . 😉 i better get long comments . . . anyone guesses what may have happened . . . trust me i will let you know if you are right (You won't get to it anyway😛)

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