Maaneet OS: A Dance to Remember Epi Updated Pg23

Geet was busy giving instructions to the servants and waiters. She was calmly going over the details of the party for the launch of the new project so there would be no hitch. Maan Singh Khurana, the owner of Khurana Constructions and her boss hated imperfections. So she was here putting together the last bits and pieces of the preparations for the party to prevent any kind of volcanic eruptions that her he was very well capable of causing. She sent them away a few minutes later wishing them luck hope that luck stayed with her too for she knew it was impossible to please that dust daanav.

"Wow Geet, I must say you have outdone yourself again," Adhi said staring at the arrangements before him.

"Adhi sir, don't conclude too soon, yeh dust daanav sir bhi nah, will definitely find it a point to say otherwise," Geet paused twisting her lips. "Chaddo, agar mera bas chalet oh bak bak karti rahoongi, chaliye, aap jaldi ready ho jayiye," she smiled, flashing her beautiful dimpled smile. Adhi couldn't but help smile back at her. This woman who stood in front of him, was an epitome of womanhood. The things she did for others around her just to make them smile were beyond description. And now even at the cruelest phase of her life, she put up a brave face and fought without blinking an eye. He patted her head lovingly and headed towards the catering area to take one last look before getting ready to for the party.

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"Hmm, bro all set to go?" Dev asked fixing his handcuffs and walking into the hallway. Dev was looking down that he missed to look at his dashing brother, Maan Singh Khurana, was dressed perfectly in formal black attire from top to toe. Dev looked up from only to stand stupefied at his brother's form. "Bro, if looks could kill seriously, the death rate would have been innumerable," he said grinning sheepishly at his brother's Grecian features.

"Dev, stop with your silly lines," Maan said annoyed with Dev's comments. "Hume der ho rahi hai, we need to get moving. Pata nahi voh ladki kya kar rahi hogi. Such mein mujhe voh pagal kardegi," he said running a frustrated hand though his hair.

Dev chuckled at Maan, "Magar bro she is your'" he began to be rudely intercepted by Maan.

"Oh please that doesn't give her the right to act the way she does. Its good she doesn't stay here anymore varna sach mein I would have turned insane," he said appalled at his own thought. Dev was about to say something when Maan continued, "Anyway, I think we should leave now," walking ahead.

On the way out, Maan and Dev bid goodbye to Daadima and told her that they would return late so she didn't have to wait for them. They boarded the Mercedes that was waiting at the gate for them and headed towards the venue of the party.

Since last time when the party had been arranged at Khurana mansion, Maan had been clearly upset about it, this time Geet made sure she booked a party hall way before in advance to save him from all the anger and tension. The hall was beautifully decorated with silver chandeliers and silver ornaments. Round tables were neatly arranged with pristine white tablecloth and adorned with orchid flowers, just the way Maan liked. In the center of the room was huge ice sculpture through which a river of different kinds of liquor flowed. Soft music was evident in the background creating an ambient atmosphere.

The black Mercedes slid into view in front of the entrance of the huge party hall. Maan got out as the driver opened the door for him, followed by Dev. They walked into the hall to be greeted by staff members to which Maan merely nodded his head in reply. Maan looked in and around and seemed quite satisfied by the place. Meanwhile Dev, who had taken a full view of the magnificently decorated hall, let out a surprised gasp, "Whoa! Its beautiful I must say! Kyun bro?" he exclaimed at the decorations.

Maan looked disinterestedly at Dev's excitement, "Well I wouldn't call it even nearly perfect. Certain things could have been changed around anyways, we need to wait for the party to end before we come to any conclusions about her ability to organize," he said grimly. Dev shook his head at Maan's comment, Maan Singh Khurana could never be satisfied, forget getting him to say a few words of praise. Yet he knew one person could change that fact, and today he would make sure of it.

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The party was in full swing; guests and as well as clients were enjoying the suave atmosphere with drinks from the fountain, delicious Italian cuisine along with soft music in the background. Every single person in the room were singing praises of the woman behind the organization of the party, Geet, except one man who was utterly dissatisfied with the proceedings.

"Mr. Khurana, thank you for the lovely party, I must say Geet has really good taste," Mr. Chopra said smiling.

"Lovely?" Maan thought skeptically, lovely would the last thing in his list about the party. Yet he managed to feign a smile for Mr. Chopra, as it was important to keep his cool in front of his client. Right from the drinks fountain to the crappy music, nothing was of his satisfaction. How could Mr. Chopra be so immune to these kinds of imperfections, he wondered. He was desperately waiting for the end of the party to give his piece of mind to Geet, who seemed to be haughty about her ability to organize a party. Speaking of her, he still couldn't catch a glimpse of her until now. He wondered where she would be when her presence was absolutely necessary during the party too to keep an eye on everything.

As though on cue, Maan's eye caught something glittering and glowing near the entrance. He paused to take a better look at the object, to be precise, a person, who stood hesitantly by the doorway. She looked magnificent in her silver designer saree, her hair neatly straightened and let free. The minimized make-up on her face, made her face glow naturally. The saree was neatly wrapped around her petite form, enhancing her curves in the right places and exposing her tiny bare waist. He inhaled sharply at the racy thoughts that ran through his mind and tried to slower his fast pacing heartbeats. She slowly walked into the hall turning every head in the party towards her. She kept her head bent low, seeing all eyes on her and quietly disappeared into the dark corner. Damn! Could anyone be more angelic! He thought for a fleeting second before he resumed his original angry mode. He mentally slapped himself for letting his thoughts run amuck and cleared his mind of unwanted thoughts before concentrating on the issue at hand, to confront Geet about the so-called party she organized. "I am sorry Mr. Chopra, I need to excuse myself to take care of something," he said looking apologetically.

"Of course Mr. Khurana," he smiled back.

With that, Maan rushed to corner where Geet had disappeared. When he arrived, he saw her busily giving instructions to the caterer while Pinky hovered over her with her trademark chips bag, asking her about something. "Sirf baatein zyaada aur kaam ka results zero," he scoffed and walked towards her.

Seeing him walk towards her from behind, Pinky stopped eating and stared in fear. "Kya hua Pinky?" Geet asked puzzled at her friend's sudden quietness.

"Woh, main baad main milti hoon," Pinky said hurriedly and dashed for the nearest exit.

"Ajeeb hai," Geet mumbled, "Pin'" she began when she felt someone behind and even before she could register his/her presence, the person, roughly turned her around. Her expression went from fear to confusion and finally shock. An angry pair of eyes stared at her intently, rage and fury dancing in his irises. "Maan?" she managed to whisper before he jerked her few inches away from him. "Kkkya hua Maan?" she asked unsure of his action.

"Sir!Maan sir kaho, I am your boss here!" he snapped. "Can you even do one thing right?" he growled twisting her wrist and shoving it behind her back.

"Is there so'" she began, struggling to get off his harsh grip.

"Don't interrupt me!" he yelled holding her in place. "The food is horrible, maine penne pasta kaha aur tum shells order kiya hai, fountain drinks I said to place in the corner and make sure the drinks don't mix as they flow. Magar nahi every drink is mixed with the one next to it. And music, what kind of music is that? Ek simple kaam diya aur voh bhi teekh se kar nahi payi," he screamed. He inched towards her while she simultaneously went backwards until she hit the wall. His hot breath fanned her face and she cringed at the slight contact of his body on hers. Her hand hurt immensely and she continued to struggle while he tightened his grip on her.

"I did make sure everything was according to your taste, pata nahi where it went wrong," she reasoned her voice cracking slightly.

"Don't give me excuses Geet!" he whispered dangerously against her ears.

"I'm sorry, magar please haath chodiye, dard ho raha hai," she managed to utter in between her painful twisting.

"Band karo yeh naatak," he said furiously staring her down and bringing her close to him.

"Sir sach mein bahut dard ho raha hai," she said while tears threatened to fall.

Unable to take her tears, he jerked her away from him brutally. "Aah!" she screamed in pain at the sudden collision of her head onto the wall. Dismissing her act as merely made up, he left the place in a huff, not even turning back once in her direction.

Geet stretched her hands in spite of her pain, as though calling out to the retreating figure of Maan. She felt helpless and numb seeing him turn a cold shoulder towards her. She tried to focus on her now bluish purple wrist but the hot tears blurred her vision. She blinked a few times, clearing the tears and craned her neck, hoping, just a tiny bit, that he would come running back to her. In reality the physical pain didn't matter much to her over the mental torture she was going through. Her heart bled profusely at the thought of the cold and heartless Maan. What had she done wrong that made Babaji inflict such cruel punishment on her. Unable to contain her inner pain, she burst forth crying her heart out, leaning on the wall for support.

Something had triggered the demon in him causing him to unleash himself in her presence. Maan stomped off from her; but more than the anger on her, he felt angry on himself for stooping so low. He very well knew that he could have told her off what he thought of the party without even touching her. Yet he had callously handled her as though she was a piece of junk. He combed his hair in frustration and confusion at his animalistic behavior. He didn't mean to step over limits yet he had done it. He was shocked by his own behavior; it was not like he went manhandling every other person he saw. It was her, always her he had misbehaved with or did something downright ugly. The mere mention of her name would make him restless and her presence did some severe to his emotions and overpowered his rational thinking. "Aargh!" he screamed banging the nearby wall with his bare hands. His voice echoed through the empty hallway, reminding of his behavior.

"Lucky veerji!" Nandini yelled in the midst of all the loud chatter and music. "Aapka turn hai," she said gleefully. Following dinner, the arena had been completed changed into a discotheque. Lights were dimmed and dance numbers were playing in the background. Some were on the dance floor, grooving to the latest numbers while others were enjoying chatting in the corners. Lucky, Nandini, Dev, Pinky, Adhi and few other staff members were huddled in a circular table busily cheering.

"Arre nahi, nahi Nandini, tumhe shayad galat femi hui hai. Yeh dekho," he said slyly trying to move the bottle away from him. For the past half hour, they were all playing spin the bottle. It had been a lot of fun to see people do things or confess things they would normally never do. Lucky had be cleverly trying to dodge

"Lucky," Dev admonished catching him moving the bottle away.

"Luckyji no cheating!" Pinky squeaked shuffling her chips packet away.

"Hehe," Lucky grinned sheepishly, "Nahi toh Pinkyji main cheating veating nahi kar raha hoon. Dekhiye yeh toh Maan jeejaji ki taraf hi paaint kar raha hai, " he reasoned, slightly moving to reveal Maan in the background.

After the confrontation, Maan rushed to the bar area, to gulp down a few drinks to clear his mind of unnecessary thoughts that wavered his normal thinking process. He sat seriously on the high raised bar stool, with his drink in his hand, looking deep in thought. He didn't know how many glasses he had drank already, yet his thoughts went drifting back to the incident in the hallway, it went back to her. He was involuntarily swirling the contents of glass when his action of hurting her came rushing back to him. "Damn it!" he cursed himself at the thought of hurting her. He once again gulped down the drink at hand and ordered for the next to the surprise of the bar tender. But it was dangerous to go against Maan Singh Khurana's orders, thus the guy obediently served again.

Dev looked over to see his brother in the corner drinking away carelessly. He knew in his heart what he wanted yet Maan was being the angry young egoistical man, would never accept it. So as his brother, it was up to him to do some patch up work if he wanted to see Maan happy. This was the best opportunity he could use to begin his work. He cleared his throat, "Actually Lucky, you are right. It is pointing to bro," he said carefully looking at Maan.

"Magar Dev he is not even part of the game," Nandini said confused at Dev's declaration.

"Well then let's make him," Dev said winking back at the puzzled Nandini.

Adhi, who seemed to be catching on Dev's plan laughed his trademark nervous laugh. "Dev sir, you are right we need to make him, magar uske liye hume Geet chahiye," he said looking around for Geet.

"Very good Adhi, tum Geet ko dhoondho aur tum log, chalo mere saath," he said motioning everyone to follow him. He carefully walked over to where Maan was sitting, trying to judge his mood. But he was determined to do something despite the kind of mood Maan might be in. Dev found Maan lost and drinking away yet his eyes harbored some kind of restlessness. "Ahem," he said clearing his throat but Maan still seemed to be lost. "Bro?" he called a little louder, shaking his shoulder.

"Huh?" Maan said, coming back from his thoughts.

"Aap kahaan kho gaye bro? Is there a problem?" Dev asked with concern.

"Nahi, what's up?" Maan

"Kuch nahi bro, we all were playing spin the bottle aur," he paused hesitantly.

"Aur?" Maan asked, scrunching his brows.

"Aur, it was your turn in the last spin," he said softly while intently eyeing Maan's expression.

"Kya bakwaas keh rahe ho? I wasn't even playing," Maan said annoyed by Dev's antics.

"But bro, it clearly pointed to you, so play or no play, game is a game. Aur aapko hum jo kahein karna padega," Dev said a little more confident than last time.

"Dev bakwaas band karo aur jao," Maan said sternly.

"Oh come on bro don't be such a spoilt sport," Dev whined.

"Ugh! Chalo jaldi batao kya karna hai?" Maan asked impatiently.

"Ah thanks bro!" Dev said, his eyes twinkling in joy. By that time Adhi had got hold of Geet and told her come along with her in the pretext of some work. He looked at Dev with a thumbs up sign. Dev smiled and continued, "Aapko Geet ke saath ballroom dancing karne honge. Song humare choice hogi," Dev declared triumphantly.

"What?" Maan asked, his eyes popping out of his sockets.

"Haan bro, dare is really simple right?" Dev offered.

"Nahi!" Maan retorted back aghast at thought of dancing with her. "Did that batameez lady tell you to come with all this nonsense!"

"She didn't do anything bro, it my own dare. Agar aap darr gaye toh its alright," he taunted.

"Darr?"' Maan scoffed. "Mujhe darr nahi. Bring it on!"

Dev thanked his stars for making Maan agree to his dare so easily and let out a sigh of relief. On the other hand, Maan wanted to get this so-called dare done with so his brother wouldn't be behind his back, taunting and teasing him. Dev gestured Adhi to come to where they were all standing.

"Geet, chalein?" Adhi asked leading the way.

"Magar Adhi sir kahaan?" Geet asked puzzled.

"You'll know soon," Adhi said grinning ear to ear. Geet felt something odd at his smile yet complied for she couldn't say no to him. She didn't mind until she sensed they were nearing where Maan was sitting amongst Dev and others. She started to get panicky at the thought of going there and reluctantly stood behind. Adhi noticed her lagging and pushed her further assuring there was nothing to be afraid of.

They finally reached the place where everyone including Maan stood. Geet bent her head low, unable to meet him in the eye after their rough encounter. Maan meanwhile, hurriedly looked away, failing to meet her in the eye.

"Hello Geet," Dev chirped in happily. "By the way you look beautiful," he said before looking at Maan to see any change in expression. He saw his brother stiffen subtly for a second that went unnoticed by everyone except him. He smirked at the way things were shaping up according to his plan and resumed his innocent expression. Geet smiled weakly at his comment and looked over to see Maan if he reacted, but to her dismay he seemed to be cool with it. "So Geet, hum log spin the bottle khel rahe the aur ab bro ke bhaari hai," he paused before continuing, "and our dare was a dance with you, with a song of our choice."

Geet looked up instantly, alarmed at the sudden turn of events. "Babaji yeh aapne kaha fasa diya!" she thought.

"Arre isme shock hone ki kya baat hai. Its just a dance," Dev said, interrupting her thoughts. "One dance and you guys can go your own way," he said "only if you could help it," his mind concluded. "So what are waiting for guys, chaliye," he said pushing both of them.

"Magar Dev," Geet began unsure of the idea of dancing with him.

"Geet, stop prolonging this. Just get the dance over with so I can go home," Maan hissed in her ear, irritated by her slow reactions. He jerked her to the dance floor while Dev went to the DJ to change the song.

The lights dimmed and the focus light concentrated on the lead pair in the center of the hall. A familiar song began to penetrate the silent dance floor.

Maan had never felt so desperate, so wanting until this moment. He was used to drinking alcohol yet he was always conscious of himself and his surroundings yet he had slipped from his abstinence to stay away from Geet. The intoxication of the alcohol was nothing compared her intoxication. Her scent, her supple body against his hard one, her vulnerability, didn't let him think properly. A man could guard himself only up to a point and in this case Geet had crossed all barriers. Her soft flesh against his rough hands had erupted an explosion inside him and even before he knew it, he bent low to claim it.

The kiss had started off as a punishment for Geet for insulting him. She couldn't walk away with her say as the last. He was Maan Singh Khurana, a man who commanded an empire and he would always have the last say in anything. But the angry kiss had turned into a passionate, hot, and searing one as soon as he invaded her mouth. Her sweet honey drunk lips made him go crazy, deepening his kiss, fueling his desire. His tongue roughly explored every corner of her mouth. He pulled her closer to him, as though he wanted to merge inside her. Although she seemed quite irresponsive to him first, soon her hands slid up his chest, onto his neck, and finally rested on his hair. She interlaced her delicate fingers with his hair and pulled him closer as he deepened the kiss. He slid his hands below the thick silky mass of her tresses, pulling her closer to him, His grip on her hair tightened as he deepened the kiss. Their tongues swayed in perfect rhythm while she moaned his name against his lips. He nibbled and sucked her lower lip causing her to revel in pleasure and arouse him further. They kissed as if there was no tomorrow, as though their life depended upon it, without leaving a moment to breathe.

The kiss seemed eternal before he let go of her, as she panted heavily for oxygen. While she gulped hungrily for air, Maan on the other hand seemed to be completely ruptured by her. Letting go of her lips didn't stop him from placing wet kisses down her jawline before travelling down further. As he encountered her hot tears against her delicate cheeks, he kissed and sucked them away. His hot breath caressed her cheeks and she closed her eyes, leaning onto him. He supported her by winding his arms tightly around her petite figure, allowing not even air to pass through.

He brought her hands close to his face and looked painfully at the bluish black coloring of the skin that was due to his rude action. His eyes filled up with unshed tears; he brought them close to his lips and kissed them softly. "I'm sorry Geet," he whispered, his pain evident in his voice. "Will you let me salvage you wounds?" he pleaded, seeking for her permission. She opened her eyes and looked deeply into his eyes that spoke a different language. Although she wanted to shout yes, she was unsure of what would happen if she did. She was in a dilemma as to whether it was good to let him take over only to hate it later. She tried to read his eyes that reflected genuine and sincere earnest for an answer. But before she could, he gently lifted her and escaped into the darkness.

The darkness in the dance floor helped Maan and Geet escape from the eyes of the public without any hitch. He always had the habit of booking a room in the hotel that held any of his office parties, just in case he had to crash. And like every time, he had made sure to book one of the suites for himself. He carried her slowly towards the elevator while she clung onto him, winding her arms on his neck as he cocooned her and kept her close to his chest. He kept his vision straight ahead and his face had a calm and serene expression. Geet felt at peace in his embrace and craned her head close to his neck,

Maan walked into the suite and bent a little to place her on the ground. She stood firmly on the ground, her hand still wound on his neck and her head bent low. He gently placed his two fingers under her chin and brought it up to make her look into his eyes. He smiled, his eyes filled with love and concern and bent once again to claim her lips. As he was about to touch her lips with his, she placed her hand on his mouth, preventing him from doing so.

"You'll repent it Maan," she said with a straight face yet her eyes reflected deep felt pain.

"Then let me repent," he immediately said before crushing her lips and drinking away her fears and confusions. Geet was too stunned by his comment to react to his passionate touches. As he moved from her lips, placing wet kisses on her collarbone, she felt an electric shock pass through her. She moaned and tilted her neck, allowing him for more access while he continued to assault her. She gasped at his touch and tightly held on to his shoulder while he traveled lower, planting kisses down her neck. His kisses were urgent and hungry and as he reached below her neck, he clutched her pallu and pulled it away to remove the barrier between his mouth and her skin.

Unable to take his onslaught, Geet cupped his face and brought it up to her lips before sweetly invading them. He kissed her back with equal fervor while his hands played a game of their own on her saree. Moments passed before both had finally discarded every piece of clothing that had become as a barrier preventing them from feeling each other and on the bed touching and feeling each other. Geet moaned in pleasure felt his lips everywhere on her body and arched her back to match his. He groaned against her lips as he felt her lace her legs around his, pulling him onto her more. An unusual kind of satisfaction sustained her as he drew her beneath him. Parting her thighs and guiding his surging, searing entry. He sensed the resistance but it was too late. A strangled cry caught in her throat as pain washed over her. He quickly kissed away her pain and sucked away her tears.

"I love you Mishti," he declared quietly before the pleasurable tumult began once again. The high peak of the moment and his continuous pleasurable ongoing caused her to miss the quietly declared words.

He finally broke apart from her, heavily panting, and thumped on her side. A satisfied smile played on his lips and he closed his eyes to revel the pleasure of the moment. Geet felt a sense of peace, seeing him smile like that after a long time. She lovingly caressed his cheeks before clearing off the sweat beads present on his forehead and upper lip. She snuggled closer and crooned onto his neck while his arms went around her waist protectively, bringing her closer to him.

Geet looked up slightly from her position to get a cleared view of his face. She looked at his innocently sleeping face with a smile lingering on it. "Maan," she called out to him softly, cupping his cheek.

"So jao Geet, bahut raat ho chiki hai," he said calmly, his eyes still closed. With that said, he kissed her forehead fell asleep beside her, his arms still securely wrapped around her. She was confused with his actions. Few hours ago, he had hated her presence by his side but the few moments ago had given her the happiness of her lifetime. Not wanting to spoil the moment, she wrapped her hands around his neck, crooned against his neck and shoulder and entwined her legs with his. She too fell asleep quietly as her dreams of him invaded her mind.

END OF READER'S DISCRETION...

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The morning came slowly yet surely. The grey and cloudy skylines of the night gave way to bright and shiny morning. They city of Delhi lay still without much moment; only the sounds of early morning prayers along with the chirping of the birds gave a pleasant sound to the listeners.

As the sun rose through the window of the hotel, it fell on the beautiful form of Geet, who was securely wrapped in the arms of her husband. She slightly stirred as the morning rays fell on her glowing face. The brightness of the morning sunrays led her to shield her eyes from it before fluttering her eyes open.

Geet opened her eyes to the lovely sight of her husband, Maan, sleeping peacefully beside her. His face nuzzled in her neck, almost buried under her voluminous hair. She moved a little to have a better look at his chiseled face, perfect nose, and beautifully M-shaped lips. She noticed a small smile played on his lips making her to lean a little onto him and peck his lips, ever so lightly. He groggily groaned her name even in his sleep before pulling her closer to him and burying his face in neck. She chuckled at his aroused response even in his sleep. She wanted this perfect moment to freeze permanently.

Her mind wandered to the reason of her sleeping in his arms and that's when reality came crashing to her. The events of last night, the fight, the dance, and his plea to invade her body and soul flashed one by one in front of her eyes. She feared his response to the way they were laying on the bed, once he wakes up. She didn't want to upset him last night. His plea was heartfelt and his eyes were sincerely seeking permission. Thus, she couldn't say no to him but he was intoxicated and his senses were dulled, making his decisions impaired. And once he wakes up now, he would surely repent the actions of last night. Not wanting to upset him, she decided to quietly slip away from the scene, happy that their union from last night could last her a lifetime. She had been craving for his touch and his warmth and last night she was rewarded with everything she wanted.

Geet looked around the room to find herself a piece of clothing to cover herself before she slipped out of bed. But to her dismay, all the clothes lay strewn over the room. And particularly her saree had been shredded to pieces under his mighty hands. She sighed remorsefully at her plight and decided to pull out a bathrobe for herself from the closet. She noiselessly tried to slip out of the bed, placing a pillow under his neck. But her movements made him stir and utter something incomprehensible before tightening his grip on her waist. She gasped at his possessive response that she wasn't prepared for. She finally managed to pry off his grip after a lot of cajoling and assuring.

Geet got off the bed and found the nearest piece of cloth lying was his shirt. She grabbed it and promised to take if off as soon as she could arrange for a set of clothing for herself. She quietly tiptoed to the main room to call for room services to provide a set of clothing for her so she could exit the facility as soon as possible. As she was about to exit, she heard him call out to her, "Geet, mujhe chod ke mat jao," his voice was soft and pleading desperately. She immediately froze at the sound of his voice.

Maan had felt something soft move under his arms few moments ago. He cracked his eyes open to see his lovely wife, in his arms. He couldn't believe the sight in front of him but he just wished what he saw was real and not a dream. He was unsure that if he tried to move or indicate he was awake, she would not like it, he pretended to stay asleep. But to his dismay, she had managed to pry off his grip and get off the bed. The empty feeling of her leaving him had wrenched his heart. The thought of losing her again was something he could never imagine. Thus, he had called out to her not wanting her to leave. Seeing his words had no effect on her he tried again, "Geet, mujhe chod ke mat jao! I am sorry," his plea more desperate than the previous one.

Geet who didn't know if he was really asking her not to go or was it a figment of her imagination. And the second time when he called out to her, she confirmed it was not her imagination afterall. She slowly turned to face him. Maan seemed clearly distressed seeing her leave and she misunderstood that he was apologizing for last night. "It's okay Maan, last night was not your mistake. I have to be blamed too for indulging myself; you didn't force me into it. You don't have to be sorry," she said calmly.

"Nahi Geet, I meant for everything I did," he said his eyes filled with tears.

"Kya matlab?" Geet asked perplexed at his apology.

"Voh, voh main," he struggled to find the right words.

"Kya hua Maan, is everything alright?" she asked concerned.

"Haan Geet. I just want to say sorry for all the trouble I created and all the insults I have hurled at you," he said looking down shamefully.

"Nahi Maan you don't have to be sorry. Its not your fault you don't remember anything about me."

"I do know everything Geet. I, I kind of faked memory loss, but I cant anymore. I cannot stay away from you Mishti, mujhe maaf kardo," he whispered quietly.

"Nahi Maan, aap… kkyyaa?" she almost screamed at his words.

"I can explain Geet, please hear me out," he said tying the duvet on his hips and walking over to her.

"Maan, stop right there," she yelled angrily. "Are you trying to say all these days I have worried over you for no reason at all!" she screamed, hot tears streaming down her eyes.

Maan groaned, hating himself for making Geet through all this. He had originally meant to keep her away from him. To keep her safe, to see her happy was his priority and that's the reason he wanted her to stay away from him. But last night when she had willingly given herself to his needs, he couldn't help her keep her away from him anymore. He needed to have her beside or he would definitely go insane for sure. He thought it would easy to keep her away from him in the name of her security but her absence was agonizing him inside out. There is no way he would let anything happen to her but at the same time he couldn't allow her to stay away from him, especially after last night. He walked towards her, despite her warnings to not do so.

Geet was in state of complete shock and disbelief, unable to comprehend whether she wanted to be happy that indeed Maan hadn't forgotten her or that he had mercilessly lied about it to her. She felt hurt and betrayed by his behavior. And the pain was worse than his incessant tortures and abuses he had inflicted upon her. Maan had finally reached near her and was about to bring her closer to her when she roared, "Don't you dare touch me Mr. Maan Singh Khurana!" her pain evident in her voice.

"Geet please meri baat toh suno. I had a very good reason to do so," he tried to reason while reaching out for hand.

"Oh yeah? And what was that? To torture me, abuse me, and treat like a piece of dirt in front of everyone?" she snapped. How dare he treat her like nobody and now ask forgiveness for it! "You questioned my integrity. You doubted my," she began but stopped too ashamed to even utter the words he had instilled upon her few days ago when the video of their marriage was played by mistake. Her temper soared new heights at his guts to ill-treat her and now say all was for a reason? She looked away from in disgust, unable to digest the fact that her Maan, the man who had loved her to no bounds, the man who had vowed to keep her happiness before him, had mercilessly told he hand forgotten her. "I never knew I had married such a man like you Mr. Khurana," she spat.

"Geet, tum jo bhi kahogi, main kuch mana nahi karoonga. I deserve to rot in hell for the offenses I have told against you, magar main kya karti. I was scared. Scared to loose you," he said as tears rolled continuously from his eyes.

"Whatever Mr. Khurana I think its high time leave you. Har roz main tadap raha tha ki mera Maan ko aisa huwa aur Babaji se duwa karta tha ki ek pal ke liye meri yaad aayien. I was pining at least for a second you remember me so that I could die happy. Magar aap?" she said looking at him accusingly.

Her every word killed every little cell inside him. he fell on his knees, covering his face in shame, "Sorry Geet, sorry, please mujhe maaf kardo. Ek mauka doh to explain myself," he said sobbing.

"Explain?" she scoffed. "What's left to explain Mr. Khurana?" she asked dryly. "Oh wait wait, maybe you mujhe pata hai aapko kya explain karna hai. Yahi na ki aapko kitne khush mile mujhe tang karke?" she asked sarcastically.

"Nahi Geet, kabhi nahi," he denied vehemently. "Ek ek pal main mar mar ke jiya hoon Geet tumhe door karke," he said looking painfully.

"Mujhe nahi pata tha aapko itne acche se jhoot bolna aata. The Maan I knew hated lies. But you? You are not that Maan. Aap mere Maan nahi ho. Ab please hatiye, I need to leave," she said trying to maneuver around him.

He quickly caught her wrist and looked painfully at her, "Agar is baar mujhe tum chod ke gayi toh main sach mein mar jaaunga Geet," he said woefully.

Although she wanted to abhor the man kneeling in front of her for playing with her emotions and deny that she had any love left within her for him, she couldn't leave him in this state, pleading for his life. She badly wanted to deny he meant nothing to her and her heart stopped beating for him, only to be fooled the next second. He was her love, her life, he was her Maan, Geet ka Maan! Finding her lost voice she began, "First of all, mere haath chodiye. There is no reason for you to touch me. Aapko jo kehna jaldi kahiye, mujhe jaana hoga," she said coldly without turning her to face him.

"Fine Geet, just hear me out once aur uske baad tum jo sazaa dogi mujhe voh manzoor hai."

She crossed her arms but decided to face away from him; afraid she may give in to his sweet talks, only to be hurt severely later.

"I was scared Geet that I would lose you forever when I was kidnapped by Mummyji and her gang," he said softly, shuddering even at the thought of her at harm.

"I don't see the connection. Come on Maan hurry up. Mujhe aur bhi kaam hai," she snapped annoyed at his narration.

"I was arrogant that I could protect you by no means at any situation but when Mummyji kidnapped me to sign all the papers I knew you were at risk because the papers were in your name. I was terrified they would attack you next and my fears were confirmed when they did. Magar tumhare Babaji mein vishwaas aur tumhara pyaar hume bacha li. Magar that fear had gripped me even after the incident," he said tears steaming down his face.

The words slowly sunk into Geet and her expressions mellowed down and her hands slumped down. "He was scared for my life," she wondered, "if he did then why did he try to keep me away from him?" "Maan, aapka reasoning doesn't make sense. If at all you were scared to lose me, you should have kept me near to you, but on the other hand you literally shoved me away from you. So if you are done here, mujhe jaana hai," she said coldly.

Maan hurriedly got up and dashed towards her retreating figure and caught her wrist before she exited out. "Ek minute Geet, please?" he asked softly. She stood rooted to the place without any movement. He took it as her approval and continued, "I knew they would attack you if you hovered around me. I couldn't afford to lose you Mishti, so I figured the best shot was to keep you away from me to keep you safe. So I got the papers transferred back in my name and keep you away from me. A decision I repented every second of my life. You were too precious to me Geet and the thought of you in the hands of those scumbags killed me a thousand deaths," he said finally breaking down.

Geet suddenly looked up at his confession unable to fathom his words. She knew she had fallen in love with a man who wouldn't think twice before fulfilling her wishes but she didn't know she had fallen in love with a man who put her happiness before his and was ready to keep her away from him just to keep her safe. Big tears formed in eyes even at the thought of what he would have gone through, fearing for her life. He was so protective that he had taken extreme measures when she had just mentioned she felt someone in her room when she was in the outhouse. But to keep her away from him to keep her safe was something she couldn't digest. Could a man love her so much that he would sacrifice his love just to keep her safe? She turned towards him, crying, her lips trembling. She kneeled before him and cupped his face lovingly. He was sobbing continuously and refused to face her, guilty of his actions. "Maan," she said softly, trying to make him look at her.

He instantly hugged her, "Mujhe aur nahi hota Geet. I cannot possibly stay away from you. Please mujhe chod ke mat jao. Tum jo sazaa dogi voh mujhe manzoor hai magar yeh dooriyan nahi," he managed to say in between his sobs.

"Maan aap sudhar jayiye please," she said rubbing his back soothingly. Seeing him continue to shed tears, "Shh main yahaan hi hoon. Main kaheen nahi jaanewali. Please Maan, calm down." She cupped his face and pulled him out of the embrace to make him look at her. Instead he simply lay on her chest, his hands wound around her neck. She rocked him gently back and forth, calming him and soothing him. They lay silently in that position for long, trying to soothe and calm each other.

Finally Maan sniffed back his tears and looked up to Geet, "Geet mujhe pata hai, main maafi ke liye bhi na layak hoon magar phir bhi tumhare Maan ko vapas laogi tumhari zindagi main?" he asked with hope.

She smiled weakly at his question and nodded her head slightly, "Haan, magar ek shart par," she offered.

"Whatever you say baby," he said looking at her earnestly.

"Promise me if in the future, agar aisi hi haalath aaya toh aap mujhse se kabhi door nahi bejoge. I am safest in your arms Maan. Agar aapne bhejne ki koshish bhi ki na main sach mein itni door chali jaaugi ki aap mujhse kabhi nahi mil sakein, " she warned hitting his chest, fresh tears filling up in her eyes.

"Kabhi nahi. Meri jaan bhi chali toh nahi bhejungi," he said tightly hugging her and smiling through his tears.

"Maan!" she screamed whacking his shoulder lightly. "Aap baar baar aapki jaan ko kyun khatre mein dalte ho. Aapki jaan mujhme basti hai, samjhi aap?" she warned. He simply nodded.

Maan felt finally at peace for letting out his worst fears. The guilt of keeping her away from him was killing him from the inside every second. She was his Geet, his love, his life, Maan ki Geet! Yet the thought of her in danger had made him shudder and decide to keep her away from him. Although the thought of keeping her away in the name of her safety sounded very simple, the practicality of it was much harder than he thought. Each and every second, it had pricked his heart when he shouted and yelled at her over silly things. He hoped she might go away from him to a safer place but inspite of his arrogant and rude behavior she stuck to him. Every night he had gone to bed crying at her absence beside him but the thought of her in danger prevented him from running back to her. But he could do no more of it; keeping her away from him was near to impossible and he after she had willingly gave herself upto him even after all the animalistic behavior, he knew it was high time he tell her the truth.

Maan thanked his stars silently for allowing him into Geet's life again and captured her lips. Geet willingly let him kiss her while he softly began to invade her. The kiss began to reassure himself of her presence in his life. Her response soothed him and calmed his nerves. The slow invasion began to deepen, as it turned more passionate and demanding. Her tongue played a sensuous game with his while she aggressively nibbled and bit his lower lips. He groaned in pleasure and grunted against her. He hugged her closer to him and made him sit on his lap while her hands automatically wound around his neck and pulled his head down, bringing him more closer to her. She finally broke off the kiss, panting. She placed a wet kiss on his lips and looked at him lovingly, cupping his face.

"Vaise Maan, aapse kuch poochna tha," Geet said coming off his embrace. "How did you manage to get the papers signed by me to transfer it back in your name?" she asked curiously.

Maan chuckled at her questioning; it was Geet Maan Khurana afterall! "I have my sources you know, I'm Maan Singh Khurana," he said winking at her.

"Oi hello Mr. Khurana I need to know what you are doing with my company. Ek minute did u, did u forge my signature?" she asked with her eyes widened.

"Chi chi Babaji! You have doubted Maan Singh Khurana?" he asked shocked.

"Haan, when it comes to my company I shall doubt everyone," she said looking sternly.

"Accha tumhare pati ko bhi shaq karogi kya?" he asked smiling.

"Main aapse nahi, us DD, Mr. Khurana ko kaha," she said making a disgusting face.

"You mean dusht danav?" he asked feigning anger.

"Nahi, I mean dhak dhak," she said looking dreamily. "Hai kitna sona munda hai, isiliye toh shaq karni padegi," she said gleefully.

"Kya? Tumne kya kaha?"

"Haan Maan, aapne kabhi mera boss ko dekha hai. Hai Babaji," she said looking above and giving a flying kiss, as though she was kissing someone.

Maan instantly grabbed her and jerked her closer to him before conquering her lips. "Abhi dekhti hoon, kaun sona hai," he said in between his kisses. His hands traveled to open his shirt she was wearing when she abruptly got off the kiss and stopped him.

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