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Part 3:
Geet could not sleep that night. Not because of fear of what had happened. Strangely that incident did not hold importance for her as much as the man who saved her did. She had reached the hostel clad in his sweatshirt. By the time Meera had already reached and was fast asleep. Geet did not want to disturb her so she changed and got into the bed. She did not know why but she clutched his sweatshirt close to her chest. The very masculine smell which emanated from his shirt made her feel dizzy. She had never felt anything like this for the opposite sex before. What was it about him that was driving her crazy? She had to find out more about him.
Quickly she switched on her laptop and typed the name Maan Singh Khuraana on google. Pages and pages were there, dedicated for his sole purpose. She clicked on a photo of him which was sttached to an article of him attending some international conference. She saved it on her desktop. After that she just kept looking at his photo. She felt he was looking at her and the very thought made her blush. Next she clicked on his biography and found out that he was 32 years old. Exactly eleven years elder to her.
Such a huge age difference? The very thought made her gulp her saliva. She was obsessed about the fact that her life partner and she should have a huge age gap between them. Maybe too many mills and boons were getting the better of her. Was this why she was attracted to him? Now where did that come from? She was not attracted to him. It was just that he was handsome and she had a crush on him. Yes! Crush was the right word. She had a crush on him. There was no harm in admitting to that right? Girls had crushes on different guys every other day, so that was no big deal. And why was she searching for him on google in the middle of the night when half the world was asleep? Well she was just curious to know him since he had achieved so much at such a young age and she respected such people.
Hours passed, but this went unnoticed by her as she continued to digest all the information she could get about him. She was brought out of her reverie when Meera suddenly stirred, held her head and moaned in pain. Geet closed the laptop and went to her bed in a jiffy.
"Meera!" Geet shook her. "Are you alright? You seem to be in pain."
"Geet my head is pounding and I feel like my brains are going to explode right outside my head." Meera cried.
"Did you take anything at the party yesterday?" Geet enquired.
"Not that I remember of. I just remember two good looking guys offering Pinky and me soft drinks. I don't remember much after that." Meera held her head in pain.
"No wonder you didn't respond when I told you I am going back to the hostel." Geet proceeded to tell her everything what happened after she left the party. Meera looked on in horror as Geet narrated how she was about to be raped and how Maan saved her.
"Sons of a B****!"Meera screamed. "How dare they do this to you? We will go the police. Those Ba****** should not get away at any cost. Thank god Maan Singh Khuraana saved you at the right time. Or else I shudder to think of the consequences."
"Chill Meera. Nothing happened. I'm safe and sound thanks to babaji. Lets go to a movie. I checked a real nice English movie which released yesterday. Get ready quickly. By that time I will inform pinky. We will pick her up on the way." Geet said and began to get up but Meera pulled her back.
"Did you thank him for saving you?" Meera asked curiously.
"I must have but I can't remember, anyways forget it. We are getting late and you have to take medicine to stop that pounding head of yours." Geet said nonchalantly but her heart skipped a beat hoping Meera had not got onto her inner feelings.
"That was so rude of you. A man saves your life and you can't even remember if you thanked him or not? This is not the Geet I know. Come on, lets go and thank him for his help. Get ready." Meera blinked at her and went into the bathroom.
"Oh no Meera!" Geet groaned. "Not again. I know he is good looking and stuff but he is beyond your reach. His security would not even allow us to enter the hotel he is staying at. So forget even the mere idea of meeting him. I wonder where your mind conjures up such weird ideas."
"What is the harm in trying darling?" Meera cooed from the bathroom. "I'll flirt my way through the security but we are definitely going to pay him a visit."
Geet was getting breathless at the very thought of facing him again. She did not know how she would react if he came in front of her again. The last option left for her was to convince Pinky against the idea.
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Five hours later, Pinky, Meera and Geet were standing outside the entrance of hotel Sheraton. Geet tried her level best to persuade them to leave the crazy idea of theirs, but to no avail. She thought she would have Pinky's help but could she expect anything other than an over excited Pinky who immediately joined hands with Meera? They went over to the college and met the principal, somehow convincing him to give the address of the hotel in which Maan Singh Khuraana was staying.
It was not a difficult task since Meera was the principal's favourite student and she had a way of convincing him. So now, here they were at the entrance of the five star hotel, where Meera left them standing and went over to speak to the receptionist.
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Maan was in his suite resting for a while after taking his lunch. He couldn't but help his mind from wandering to the last night's events. Boy! She was much more beautiful in person which could not even be captured by the lifeless camera. The way her soft body pressed against his made him have a sleepless night just thinking of what he could do with her. The image of her trembling full lips came to his mind and the very thought of him kissing those juicy lips made him harden with need. He wanted her, he wanted her bad. After yesterday, his priority had changed. First he would have fun with her and then he would take his revenge. Nor the Handas were going away and neither was he! So there was no hurry because he would be sympathetic enough to give them a few more days of peace before he ruined their world.
Just then his intercom buzzed and his security informed them that three college girls by the name, Pinky, Meera and Geet had come to meet him and asked his permission to send them to his room. He told them to send only one girl by the name of Geet and that the other two to be kept waiting in the lobby.
Surprise surprise! Here the hunter is planning how to trap his tray, while the prey itself comes walking to him. Good! He did not have to waste his time planning his next move, as the next move was already made by Geet.
He knew from his investigations of Geet that she was of a shy nature and she would never have the courage to come to meet him again, so this meeting must have been engineered by her over enthusiastic friends. So he had them to thank for this, and what better way than to offer them jobs so far away than Geet, that they would take ages to reach her. He wanted Geet alone, and for that he was willing to go to any extent. He made some telephone calls and barked some orders into the telephone, meanwhile there was a knock at the door.
Geet was thoroughly scanned before she was allowed to enter the floor on which Maan Singh Khuraana resided. She was as nervous as a wreck. She wanted to run away but now that she had almost reached outside his room she had no option. To top it, he had only wished to see her while her friends were kept waiting in the lobby. She gently knocked on the door and opened it.
Suddenly her footing caught in the thick carpet spread on the floor and she lost her balance. She prepared herself for the fall, but she did not meet the ground as she was engulfed into strong pair of arms. Slowly she opened her eyes to find herself in the arms of the man she couldn't stop thinking about. She was at such close proximity to him that she stopped breathing.
"Are you alright?" he whispered softly looking deep into her eyes and she could find herself floating. His rock solid body against hers sent butterflies flying in her stomach.
Slowly, his fingers traced her cheek and tucked the loose strands of hairs behind her ears. The feel of his fingers against her earlobe made her eyes close in anticipation. All rationality had left her. Normally, she wouldn't even think of herself behaving like this. But she was out of control now. All her eyes could see was his face which was very close to her.
Maan was having a difficult time controlling himself. He just wanted to carry her to bed and bury himself deep deep inside her until she was crying in his passion. The very thought was raising his buried demons but he had to control himself. He had to make a good impression on her and the thought of tearing apart her clothes was not a very good impression to start with. He knew she was traditional as well as conservative, so he had to break her barriers one by one. Only then could he deliver his final blow. Anyways she was his for the taking so there were no issues concerning that. He straightened himself and gently raised her to a standing position.
"Please take a seat." He said in his deep accented voice and a flustered Geet who had not yet recovered from the storm of feelings she had encountered just a while ago slowly went to a chair and took a seat faraway from him.
Ishaani
