MaanGeet FF:~Kissed By An Angel~Part8,Pg33,23/7 - Page 4

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This is really interesting!!!
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interesting concept...

Originally posted by: DrashtiDhamiNo1

wow

loved the beginning part

the concept is very interesting

cant wait till the next part

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Originally posted by: sweet scorpio

sounds interesting!

awful!😆🤣...maan will surely take his revenge!

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Originally posted by: ani442

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Please continue soon,i am hooked to it.Interesting start.Funny Geet,really she has such a audacity to call him awfull in front of others before knowing about her would be,sure she landed herself in trouble,curious to know how Maan is going pay her for that.

Katherine was really happy to see her daughter finally settled. She never thought Geet would ever marry. After the death of her father, Geet had gone into depression and when Katherine got married again, Geet saw Charles as her own father. Even though Charles gave Geet everything she needed, the best school, clothes, toys, he could never really love her. Geet tried and tried to win her stepfather's affection but he never budged. After trying everything else, when she could find no other route to the old man's heart, she inclined towards alcohol and smoking. She even dropped out of school, thinking that maybe her stepfather would finally notice her. But it never happened. And so she stopped trying. She was sent to rehab and when she came back all clean, she was a total brat. Not caring about anything, spending money all the time and spiting her stepdad.

Charles came towards Geet and whispered, "Try not to say anything silly to him atleast for the first few hours. You should really do something about that annoying habit of yours of talking before thinking. You're married now and he is your husband. He will not put up with your doings like I have for the past, I don't know how many goddamned years!"

Geet sighed thinking to herself, atleast she wasn't two-faced like Charles. He never spoke what was on his mind while she always spoke the truth. One quality which she got from her father and she was thankful for it. The truth was always bitter, she knew it, but she never feared it.

She glanced at her husband. He was holding a cup of coffee and listening to Charles with the utmost attention. It must be about his payment. What kind of a man married for money? Geet looked carefully now and could see a frown. Was he always frowning or was his face just like that? She then thought about the amount of money her stepfather paid him. Must be a lot. And through cash? Or was it a check? Or did her stepfather gift him a platinum credit card? American Express? As she saw him make a pass to the tray of biscuits offered to him, she thought about what her husband could be really thinking now.

How much longer before he could hustle the little brat out of here? Maan Singh Khurana glanced at his watch. Not more than 10 minutes. He saw his wife's mother fussing over his wife with food and drinks. And a line of servants trying to get her luggage into the limousine parked out of her house. Enjoy it lady while it lasts, he thought to him and smirked. It will be a long time since she got all this pampering again.

Maan looked at his new wife's legs. Long and slim and nicely shaped. He thought if the rest of her body was as enticing as her legs. He could not make it since the short dress was covered by this jacket she wore. Her face was round and a very fair complexion almost buttery with honey brown eyes and full lips which did look kissable. Her hair was till her nose on the front and long at the back with a few curls here and there. He also noticed there were crimson lowlights dangling. It suited her. And she was stylish. He would be glad to flaunt her to the world he thought. Well whatever it was, at the end of it, nothing could compensate to the fact that he was forced into this marriage by the very man standing right infront of him.

He thought of the private conversation he had with his wife's stepfather. Charles told him about how she dropped out of school, and was in rehab and how she never really listened to anyone and was a complete handful. How it was partly her mother's fault because she spoilt her with all the love in the world since she thought she could never make it up to Geet since her father passed away in that dreadful accident. Maan had a lot of work to do. And his father-in-law told him he'll need a stiff hand to handle her, or she would drive him crazy!

Geet turned around feeling a pair of eyes watching her. That is when she saw her husband intently gazing at her, as if to examine her every move. She started back at him and rolled her eyes. She turned around to look herself in the mirror and once she was sure she could have the world at her feet she made a move towards her so called husband. Maan Khurana. Low life, she thought. Maybe he would trade souls for money. What if he traded her for money too? She thought about it shocked. If a man could sell his own self for money then who was she? They were still strangers. This thought made her shudder and strengthened will power to leave him all the more.

"All done Angel? We're leaving!" Maan said as he held her hand and dragged her with him across the hall and out of the French doors.

"Hey! I didn't even get a proper good-bye" she scowled.

"Too bad angel face! Now get in the car. We have a flight to catch!" he said and with that got in the limo.

So much for manners, she thought to herself as she opened the door for herself and sat beside him.

Even though she didn't plan to go any further than the airport, but sitting in this enclosed space with him suffocated her. She saw that the tinted glass parting the driver from the passengers was closed. She sighed in relief. At least she would be getting the privacy she needed to talk to Maan before they reached the airport. She got in beside him and the spacious car suddenly seemed small and cramped. He was well big. Well muscular to be exact and he took up a lot of space and suddenly being in such close proximity with him made her feel a jolt or awareness that unsettled her.

She thought about talking and opened her mouth to say something when her inner conscience told her that she took some sacred vows before the lord about two hours ago and she was already going to ask him to break those vows. But brushing aside her thoughts she started to think of words she would tell him. And she would begin by saying'..

That is when she noticed him taking his tie off and unbuttoning his shirt. Geet mentally screamed. Then he yanked his shirt off and she saw he was wearing a vest inside. And Geet finally saw those shapely forearms. And he waxed. She has always liked men who preferred not to be hairy and waxed. Then she saw him take his vest off too and flaunting perfectly chiseled chest and abs. Geet gulped. Then he opened this small suitcase where she saw a navy blue t-shirt. He took it out and wore it and seemed more comfortable than he was wearing the suit.

"I need to talk to you before we head anywhere!" She quickly said before the driver could start the ignition.

He looked towards his new bride waiting for her to continue. He could see her biting her lower lip as if to put her words together. She took a deep breath trying to pull herself together and she could smell his cologne. His smell was well, intoxicating. She needed to calm down and for that she opened her Chanel purse and took out a packet of cigarettes. It was an awful habit, she knew it. She has been clean for months now but then sometimes when she really was nervous she just took a puff or two to calm her nerves down. She lighted the cigarette and took a long puff.

"Put it out angel face." Said Maan.

She looked at him and told him, "I won't blow it at you. So don't worry ok. And I won't even finish the whole thing, it's just that I need to calm down and I need only a few more puffs" and she slid down her side of the window to blow it outside so that the smoke won't reach Maan.

Maan moved over to her side, took the cigarette out of her hand and threw it outside. Grabbed her purse, took the whole packet and kept it in his pocket. "I'll throw it as soon as I see a dustbin," he finished.

She didn't want any troubles now. And so she kept her mouth shut. She had to tell him what's on her mind before it was too late. They needed to talk and put an end to this forced marriage. She had had enough of her stepfather's doings. But not anymore. Maybe she did not have money now, but she will once she could go back to her own place at LA. Her eyes filled with tears at the thought of her place back in Beverly Hills. She missed her father so much tight now. If he would have been here now, none of this would be happening with her.

The plan she had in mind would have to work for her. She thought and thought about it since the day her stepfather announced this uncalled marriage. She had agreed to it and then started planning from that instance of how to get out of the marriage as well. If only Maan Khurana would agree with her, then life would be a lot easier than it had been for a long for her.

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urgh! i know it's not that great...but i tried to write as much as i could...so caught up with some assignments i HATE my life!! 😔

and i know i am supposed to be sending PMs...but i am in such a rush that right now i cant...tomorrow when i am done with this darned assignment i will send those PMs!!

Hey y u sayin its nt grt...? It's a grt updt...nice part...got to know a lil abt both of them...bt maan is still a mystery...!!
We understnd dear studies r really imp...Hope u r done with ur assignments...
Thanks for the updt.