Maneet FF:Dreams ~4~ Part 39, page 125 :) - Page 13

Originally posted by: esha143

me too here🤗...ye toofan ke pehle ka sannata hai Sonu😆

Originally posted by: esha143

me too here🤗...ye toofan ke pehle ka sannata hai Sonu😆

Originally posted by: -jia-

Kamini...tu mere update ko toofan bula rahi hai???😡😭😭

Originally posted by: -jia-

Kamini...tu mere update ko toofan bula rahi hai???😡😭😭

Originally posted by: euphoric

hmmm... i see someone is one her right foot already😆😆😆

pata hai... tu post kar

Geet smiled as she looked at her soaking wet husband making his way to the bathroom to get into some fresh clothes. She shook her head. He did look like he was about to say something to her when he had started sneezing uncontrollably. As much she was desperate for him to talk, she was worried about his health too, so she had dragged both of them downstairs to the sanctuary of their warm bedroom.

Sighing she made her way to the adjacent room to get rid of her wet clothes too. She loved the rain and had always loved it but it looked like Maan's body reacted differently to it. She had never seen him with a red nose and puffy eyes, wondering if it was just the rain and not something else. She went to the kitchen to make her mom's trust worthy concoction of fighting the cold, the haldi milk.

She had just made it back to their bedroom in time to see Maan walking slowly to the bed with a towel in his hand sneezing away.

"Hmmm..here" she thrust the glass in his hand asking him to gulp it. Maan looked at the weird yellow liquid in the glass and threw a confused look at her.

"Yeh kya hai Geet?"

"Haldi wala dhood" She pushed the bottom of the glass towards his lips. " Aapko jaldi theek kar dega"

Maan took a sip and rolled his eyes. It looked gross and tasted like poison. Too much of haldi and less sugar didn't make the drink any more appealing. "Tum mujhe theek karne ki koshish kar rahi ho yaa maarne ki?" he mumbled. She shot him a deathly glare. Only if looks could kill Maan wondered. "Well, looks like I have to finish this nahi to aaj Geet mujhe finish kar degi.." He sighed and drank the glass in a one go. His face contorted, eyes shut and then grew wide, he stuck his tongue out " Blah.. That's is the worst possible thing I ever drank"

"Ziada nautanki karne ki zaroorat nahi hai" she took the empty glass from him. Placing it on the table nearby, she came back to him. Maan inched back a little when she snatched the towel away from his hands and took the task of drying his hair. He sat on the bed with Geet standing between his legs. His head rested below her bosom on her stomach as she gently rubbed the soft cotton fabric on his head.

"Aaahhh Geet!!! Slowly, my head hurts" he complained. "Yeh ladki aaj mujhe sach mei maar degi" he grimaced.

"To kisne kaha tha baarish mei mere peeche aane ko?" She snubbed him. "Andar wait karte jaise main kar rahi thi pura din aapki"

He stiffened.

So she was mad. He sighed. He should have known. This was Geet. He looked up to meet her gaze and her hand stilled. He tried to give her a small smile until he saw her fierce scowl.

"I take it you are angry"

She gave him a tight little nod and continued to rub his hair a little softer this time. Maan grabbed her wrist and made her sit beside him. She held the towel in front of her chest like a shield and refused to look at him. Maan understood her all too well. She needed answers for his behavior and he intended to give it to her. If not her, then who would he confide in? He had a talk with his lawyers and understood his options.

He rose from the bed and knelt down in front of her. Resting his hands on her knees, he leveled his gaze at her and spoke with a slight humor in his voice, "Itna gussa?"

Geet heard the teasing laced in his voice but refused to acknowledge it. After what seemed like a long minute, she finally met his piercing gaze. But she kept her own firm and cool. Maan's unwavering gaze intimidated her and she felt as if he could read her thoughts. After another few moments of silence, she began to fidget. "You don't trust me" she spoke out.

Her annoyance amused him, even though her heart knew he trusted her more than anybody else, she had uttered those words. He didn't know if he wanted to crush her to him or shake her senseless.

"And why would you think that?" he felt a sneeze coming and scrunched his nose.

"Well for starters, would you please enlighten me as to what you are hiding from me?" she looked defiantly at him "and don't say I will tell you later" she mimicked him. "pata nahi aapka later kab aayega?" she muttered under her breath.

"Geet, I was going to tell you everything after I had a talk with our lawyer. You know I would never hide anything from you"

He expected her cold expression to change, or at least soften a bit. He waited for the flood of relief to come with her smile. Instead she crossed her arms over her chest, her chin jutting out at an aggressive angle. "So what is stopping you now?"

God! He loved her…Maan smiled inwardly. Judging by what just happened a few minutes ago on the terrace, both of them knew the anger was a fake but she could have fooled him.

He stood up and turned away making her face his broad back. "I went to meet Rahul in Chandigarh, the one who took that shot at you in Noida" He heard her loud gasp but ignored it. "He confirmed my views, he told me that he took that shot because Dev asked him to and do you know who the shot was meant for?" he turned around to face her.

Geet looked at him with wide eyes and blinked again. Dev was responsible? How? He was the one who had helped Adi and taken her to the hospital. Then why? If she thought that was a disturbing fact then she had another thing coming, because Maan's next statement made her head spin. "That shot was meant for me. Rahul had no idea I was in Goa at that time. The nut head didn't notice who was getting out of the car when he took that shot. We were lucky you were hit only in the shoulder"

She knew whatever Maan had found in Chandigarh had to be true. She had been given a dose of Dev's character by Naintara in the morning and now this. Why had she not seen this? She already knew that Dev hated Maan. What if he did something else to harm him? Hadn't Naintara told her that he was busy hacking up plans to hurt them. Alarm bells sounded in her mind as she recollected all the information about Dev given to her in bits and pieces. She leapt from the bed and flung her arms around his torso.

As if understanding her worries, Maan ran an assuring hand over her head, smoothing her hair "Don't worry Geet. I have decided to file an official complaint against him and let the police do their work." He hugged her tight "I am not going to let anything bad happen. Main tumhe kuch nahi hone doonga Geet. Is baar to uska nishana chook gaya. And there will be no next time. Maan ke hote huye tumhe chinta karne ki zaroorat nahi hai. Now stop worrying your little pretty head about all this and give me a smile"

She looked up to meet his eyes and gave a small smile. Kissing the top of her hair, he continued in a hushed tone "I wanted to tell you all but not in front of Adi or the lawyers, Ab to naraaz nahi ho na?"

She shook her head slightly understanding his concern for her.

"Is that why you were mad at Daadima this morning?" she looked up to him. He nodded and sneezed again. Smiling she pulled out of his warm embrace.

"Main aapke liye soup lekar aayi" she pushed him towards the bed. "You stay here and we will continue this talk once I come back" she ordered him before she left the room in a hurry.

"Tumhare vaapis aane tak, zinda raha to zaroor baat karenge…" he mumbled softly remembering the Haldi milk.

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As Geet stirred the pot, the whole morning scene she had woken up to made perfect sense now. Had Daadima forbidden Maan to take any action against Dev? Was that the reason he was so furious? He was her grandson after all, the same grandson who had left her at the mandap and forced his family to come up with a plan to save their family's name. True, Daadima loved her and considered her a part of this family but could it be that she was worried about the family's reputation if the word got out? Why hadn't Daadima said anything to Naintara in the morning when she had stumbled upon the truth? Geet knew she was as taken aback at Dev's behavior just as she was. Then why hadn't Daadima said something to her? Was she still thinking of taking Dev off the hook for all his past blunders? No! She won't let that happen. Maan was right. Dev needed to be stopped before he did something outrageous. They couldn't leave him unpunished for his offensive deeds. She needed to tell Maan about her little chat with Naintara too.

Pouring the soup in a bowl, she made her way back to her room.

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"Tara, Listen to me. I am sorry baby. I didn't mean to" Dev pleaded on the other side of the door.

Naintara closed her eyes as she bit her bottom lip from crying out loud. "Just leave Dev."

Her back shook violently as he pounded hard on the door, letting silent tears run down her cheeks. She had loved this man with all her heart, given him her heart and offered her body. All she needed in return was some love. Being an orphan she had always wanted a family which Dev had promised her time to time. But now that dream seemed too far fetched. Some dreams are just never meant to materialize. In the whole fiasco of hurting Maan and Geet, she had lost Dev, her Dev. The one at her door step was a stranger. A stranger whom she wouldn't ever let enter her house, let alone her heart. Her heart was sealed as was her fate.

He grew angrier as the time passed. "Do you think you can raise a kid without me?' He spoke in rage.

She smiled sardonically. Did she expect any other remark from him? No. He had hurt her, physically and emotionally but now she was done. She turned around and opened the door to face him.

"If you think I will ever need you to raise MY kid, you are in for a rude awakening Dev. Unlike you, I am fully capable of raising MY kid, both emotionally and financially. I don't need your support and in future, don't bother trying to contact me. We are finished." Her voice firm and harsh, one that Dev had never heard. Before he could come with a retort, she had closed the door on his face again.

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Maan lay on the bed, his eyes closed as he felt the burden been taken off his shoulders. Geet had been worried but she had taken the news better than he had hoped. He probably underestimated his strong hearted brave wife. He frowned as he remembered her fear filled eyes and her stricken expression and wished he had given the news a bit gently. He would be damned if he let anything happen to her or their relationship. He was lost in his thoughts when Geet entered the room with the soup she promised. He could use some of that hot liquid going down his throat. And then he thought of something and smirked.

"Ab yeh kya hai?" he asked as she passed him the bowl.

"Soup" Babaji..yeh kya?? The cold was probably messing with his brain. Maine bola to tha inko ki soup le kar aati hoon.Yeh aise behki behki baatein kyun kar rahe hain? She furrowed her eyes together as Maan crooked his index finger and gestured her to come closer.

"Yeh bhi tumne woh haldi wale dhood jaise banaya hain?"

"Huh??" she looked at him in bewilderment as he held the soup with one hand and the back of her neck with another and pulled her down for a kiss. As his lips slanted over hers, he invaded the warm cervices of her mouth and gave her one hot searing kiss that melt her insides. Geet felt her toes curling up. She whimpered as she clutched his broad shoulders and leaned onto him. The kiss was hot as always. It spoke of his undying love for her. But this particular one left a bitter taste in her mouth, literally. The kiss had ended just as quickly as it started. Maan released her and saw her changing expressions. Geet's eyes were wide open as she came to terms with the reason for the kiss. Maan had given her a taste of her own haldi milk!!

"It isn't funny anymore, is it? My mouth tastes the same madam, so stop making funny faces."

Geet's eyes were downcast as she shied away. She had purposely added little sugar for she was miffed at her husband's behavior towards her earlier. He placed a finger under her chin urging her to meet his eyes.

"Nautanki main nahi tum ho.. chalo now take a sip of you soup. Pata nahi ismei kya milaya hai" He grinned as Geet stuck out her tongue at him and took a sip. Their lovely banter was disturbed by a phone call. Her face lit up to see Rajji's name displayed on the caller ID. He gestured her to take the call while he relished his food.

When Geet came back after finishing the call, Maan was sitting in the same position with his head laid back on the headboard. The bowl lay carelessly on the side of the bed and his eyes were closed.

Geet frowned at the half eaten contents of the bowl and then at Maan. He seemed to have dozed off. Considering he didn't get much sleep last night, she was happy that he was resting. She moved the bowl aside and ran a hand over his forehead lovingly only to find his skin burning.

Maan's eyes fluttered open to see her worried face. "Kya hua Geet?" he spoke groggily.

"Maan, you are hot" she took a seat next to him as she touched the outside of her palm to his neck.

He gave her something of a half grin and half smirk. "I know!! I am hot"

He just wouldn't let the teasing rest, would he? Rolling her eyes she held his shoulders and urged him to lay down "You have fever Maan…Aaram se –"

Heading towards the bathroom, she took a couple of aspirins n went to give it to him! Realizing that he had probably skipped dinner, she tried force feeding him the remaining soup before she gave him the medicines. Maan protested a bit but then finally gulped down the soup n medicines. She sat by his side caressing his forehead as she watched him sleeping. An hour later, she rechecked his skin to find it was burning hot to her touch. She glanced at the watch, and saw it was past midnight. Not wanting to disturb anyone at this odd hour, she decided to play nursemaid. Gathering a few pieces of cloth, she went to the kitchen to grab some ice cubes n water. Hurrying back, she found Maan moving about restlessly in his sleep and had thrown off his kurta n the sheet she had covered him with. She sat on the bed, her back on the head board and gently placed Maan's head in her lap while she kept the cool cloth on his forehead trying to bring the fever down. Due to her ministrations, Maan's temperature slowly dropped down n his breathing became more regular. Sighing in relief, she closed her tired eyes n rested her head on the headboard, not realizing when she herself drifted off to sleep as well.

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