A Sudden Change Of Heart(MG FF)-Link to 2nd Thread - Page 16

Originally posted by: sarzah

I got about 57 likes in the last chapter and not even 2 full pages of comments!!
Thats so disappointing and heart-breaking!!😭😭
Please people, just spare 5 secs to leave me your feedback! Thats the only way for me to know that you're liking and appreciating my efforts!!
Please comment guys, I am sure its not much I am asking right?😭
Me so sad now!!

just read the 5 parts ... awesome👏

i thought that HIM was Maan but you have other thing planned ... the title is so suitable ... they both are unpredictable ... till now only their staff members are shown ... no family & friends (although Geet has meera) ... which something fishy & dark about their past ... which makes me to read it ... god, the way he told himself that "this girl is changing your system" & Geet shouting no for "mushroom" was awesome ... they can feel their every emotion but still unaware of their ever changing mood

plz do cont soon & do PM me😃

hay plz dont be mad. I really like ur ff. plz update na yaar

Originally posted by: sarzah

I got about 57 likes in the last chapter and not even 2 full pages of comments!!
Thats so disappointing and heart-breaking!!😭😭
Please people, just spare 5 secs to leave me your feedback! Thats the only way for me to know that you're liking and appreciating my efforts!!
Please comment guys, I am sure its not much I am asking right?😭
Me so sad now!!

hmm u right but !!!!!!

CHAPTER-6

Geet panted slightly, as she pulled the band out of her hair, freeing it completely. The soft breeze caressed her, drying her sweaty hands and arms. She stepped out of the gym, clad in her red sleeveless top and white tights, when she saw him.

Maan looked as if he had the living daylights knocked out of him. He stared at Geet, as if seeing her for the first time. Her open hair, surrounding her delectable face, the soft curly strands caressing her cheeks, her slightly parted pink soft lips took his breath away. Almost on an accord of their own, his eyes travelled down to her body. The slim perfectly curved figure, clad in the casual gym wear made his heart flutter slightly. He had never seen Geet in such attire, he had never even known that Geet worked out in gym. He slowly walked towards her, his eyes never leaving her face. She cleared her throat, lowering her eyes slightly, as he stood in front of her, without saying a word. Her forehead was slightly lined with sweat beads, and Maan had the sudden urge of running his hands over the water drops, and moving them away from her otherwise perfect face. He lifted his hands, bringing them close to her face. She closed her eyes immediately, as his fingertips grazed the smooth skin of her cheeks. She sucked in a deep breath, her insides glazed with warmth, and an unknown emotion, as he wiped the sweat droplets off, with his index finger. He continued staring at her, his eyes taking in her beautiful features, when Geet snapped her eyes open, suddenly, becoming aware of reality.

" Mk!!" she whispered softly. Maan stiffened, his hand still on her face, as she looked at him. He quickly moved his hand away, and stepped back, increasing distance between them. Geet cleared her throat, trying to break the awkward silence between them, and opened her mouth to speak, when he ran his hands into his hair. Her attention diverted towards his hands, and she grasped hold of them. Maan stared at her, stunned, as her powerful eyes scanned the skin of his hands, and then she nodded her head, clearly satisfied.

" Wow, the swelling has gone down, Mk!" she said excitedly, telling him as if he didn't know. A wide smile broke over her face, giving her a youthful look. She looked like the earlier Geet again, Maan thought, as he observed her carefully, and felt a smile tug at the corner of his own lips.

However, the harsh reality kicked in again, rudely interrupting them. Geet let go of his hands, and said," Aap yahaan?"

" Kisi se milne aaya tha." He said.

Geet looked at him, expecting him to elaborate, but he didn't say anything else. The sharp pang rose in her heart yet again. Kisse milne aaye the? Pehle toh kabhi unhe yahaan nahin dekha!

Her heart craved to ask these questions aloud, and demand the answers. But something stopped her. She had no right to know who he came to meet. Why should he be bound to answer her questions? Nahin Geet, koi zaarorat nahin hain… its his problem and his personal matter.

They started walking out towards the exit together, when Geet cleared her throat and said," Kal ke party ki saare arrangements shayed complete ho chuke hain."

" Hmm…" Maan replied, as they reached their respective cars.

Geet shook her head exasperatedly, and said, " Does it cost you to talk?"

Maan looked up at her, and said, " I don't like talking to you. You get on my nerves."

She giggled and said, " I know. That's my speciality. Waise aap yahaan kisse milne aayethe?" She almost bit out her tongue, as the question finally fired itself out.

Maan looked at her with an amused glint in his eyes. His heart leaped when she giggled at his rude comment. This was the Geet he had seen one month back. Who didn't let any rudeness or cruelty touch or affect her. And he had grown to be fond of this feature of hers. And to top it all, the next question she fired at him, set free thousands of feelings within him, ones he didn't even know existed.

Why does she want to know how I came to meet? Why is she so concerned about that? Does it affect her? If yes, then why does it affect her? Is it a good thing? If not, then why am I feeling so thrilled that she asked me this question?

Geet, yeh tune kya kiya? Kya zaarorat thi unse yeh sawaal puchne ki? What right do you have to know the answer? Aisa sawaal toh kabhi usse bhi nahin pucha tha, though I wish you had, then itni takleef nahin hoti. Whatever..

" I'm sorry, you don't have to answer that, Mk." She said, taking her car key out.

He had just opened his mouth to say that he was here to see a client. A male client. But his head exploded with fire when he heard those words escaping Geet's mouth. It struck him, that, for the first time in almost 5 years, he had been about to tell someone about his whereabouts, and he was going to do so willingly. Because it felt right, it felt correct. He didn't think once before attempting to tell her. He wanted to tell her, he wanted her to know that he was with a client. He had almost dropped his defences. But when Geet stopped him midway, his alert mind immediately notified him. He was angered for reasons he himself didn't know. If Geet didn't want to know, then why did she ask the question in the first place? If she wasn't interested, why did she show that it affected her? The thoughts churned about, giving rise to dislike and fury within him, and the strong voice in his head screamed out in anger to him. Maan Singh Khurana, stop letting this girl change you and your habits. Why the hell did you even think of explaining it to her? Why did you even consider telling her where you were? Its none of her business. You're not at her mercy, you don't answer anyone, you don't have to answer HER! Get that straight.

" Did you really think, I'm gonna answer that? I am not gonna tell YOU where I was and with whom I was. It's none of your business, get it, Ms. Handa" He spat out in sheer disgust.

She was taken aback by the intensity of his reaction. It was just an innocent question, okay, maybe it was a bit unusual for him, but why did he react like this? She felt her calmness slip out of her hands again, when she looked into his eyes which were full of contempt.

" Maine aisa bhi kya poch liya ke aap aise behave kar rahe hain?" the question slipped out almost involuntarily.

He looked at her, deep into her hazels, and started moving forward. Geet didn't budge an inch, and as she stared back at him, surprisingly, neither of them felt the magical pull anymore. They continued to stare at each other, each one refusing to look down first mentally. Maan stopped with their noses almost touching, and said harshly," No one, absolutely, no one, ever asks me any question. I don't answer anyone."

She looked into his eyes coldly, and said, " That's because you have no one to answer to. You're all alone, like me. Aap ne kaha tha na, ke I create problems for everyone, so I am alone. Well, I think, the same goes for you. Haina, Mk?"

*****

" The party will start at 8pm"

" That's too late. 7pm will be fine."

" Why do you have to disagree with everything I say?"

" Because everything you say, is wrong, Ms. Handa."

" You are not always right, Mr. Khurana."

" The party will be sharp at 7pm tomorrow and that's final."

" You're simply hopeless and I have just no other word to describe you."

" I'm not dying for your feed back."

Three pairs of eyes stared at the scene in front of them, their lips quivering and hands trembling. Pinky, Adi and Meera stood there with their jaws almost dropping to the floors, as both Maan and Geet stormed past each other, leaving behind an inevitable air of mutiny. The three people, with their arms piled with files looked at each other, dazed. This is what has been going on since morning. Ever since, Maan and Geet have stepped into the office premises, they have been busy ticking each other off. For some unknown reason, they were irritated with each other, even more than any other normal day.

Pinky rolled her eyes, recovering first, and groaned, " God, mujhe Geet mam se yeh papers sign karwane hain.. I really don't want to go into her territory now. Pata chala, she'll fire me today!!"

" MMujhe toh samajh nahin aa raha. Yeh dono ek doosre ko dekhke aag babule kyun ho jaate hain? Aisa lagta hain, jaise, kattar dushman hain" Adi nodded his head exasperatedly, straightening his glasses. He and Pinky left the conference room, talking among themselves, leaving a thoughtful Meera behind.

" Geet kabhi aise behave nahin karti. She has never been to her extreme of emotions, except, ofcourse, in front of Mk. Kuch toh hain, there is something between these two people." She murmured to herself.

Geet banged the file on the brown oak table loudly, almost shaking its hinges, and threw the pen across the room, where it landed on the floor, splattering black ink all over the clean surface. Pinky jumped in surprise, as Geet gritted her teeth, and spoke, " Who told you to pay an advance to the builder?"

" Maine kaha tha!!" The powerful voice boomed loudly in her cabin, as the owner of the voice stood at the door, his arms crossed over his broad chest. Geet sat on her chair, staring at him icily, and said to Pinky clearly," Leave!!".She spoke looking at him, without blinking, and as Pinky shuffled to her feet, almost scurrying out of the cabin, Geet leaned back in her chair, and twirling a pencil in her hand, spoke coolly, " Why didn't you ask me before you made the payment?"

Maan smirked rudely, and slammed the door shut. The whole office seemed to vibrate with the force of the sound; however, no muscle in Geet moved an inch. She continued staring at him, still sitting back in her chair. He crossed the room, and moved closer to her. Suddenly, before she could collect her thoughts, Maan placed his hands on the arms of her chair, and jerked the chair closer to his body. Geet gasped audibly, as she felt her balance wobble, and the next thing she heard were his words," Maine zaarori nahin samjha!!"

Sheer arrogance. Utter pride. And for no apparent reason. Geet felt her eyes fill with disgust, as she looked back into his haughty irises. He held her hands, pinning them down under his own ones on the arms of the chair. The pencil dropped on the floor with a thud, as Maan held her hands even more tightly, on the arms of the chair, and continued talking, their eyes stubbornly refusing to break contact.

" You're just one of the many people I work with. I have done this all my life. I don't need to ask or consult you. You're not important, Geet. You're nothing special. And I am sure, you've realized that several times in your life. After all, it's the truth, and someone should have made you see it, right?"

Why? Why did he always have to talk about her life? Her past life? The most painful and horrible thing that existed. She wanted to forget her past life. She wanted to forget everything, that's the reason she had decided to fly back to Delhi immediately the next day after…. And here he was. Always hitting her on her weakness. She looked back at him, a flicker of suspicion passing through her nerves. The same question sprung into her mind yet again. How much does he know?

She opened her mouth to ask him, but the sadness engulfed her, as his words sank in. Yes, someone had made her realize that she was nothing special, that she was not needed, that she was just a joke. Someone had done that, and today, as Mk had said it intentionally or unintentionally, it had touched a raw vein in her. She lowered her eyes, looking down on the ground, as she hung her head guiltily. She wanted to retort, answer back, fight back, but something stopped her. She stopped because she knew, that whatever Maan had just said was right, even though it was hurtful. And she had never argued with what was right. Never.

He saw her lowered eyes and felt the familiar pang in his heart. He himself didn't know why he always talked about her past life. Something which clearly causes pain and anguish to her. He knew she was sensitive about it, and yet, he always brought that part of her life in front of her. He remembered her words clearly, when she had said in the car, " And don't judge me or my life. You don't know much about either!"

She was right. He didn't know anything about her past life. Anything at all. Yes, they had met a couple of times, but then, things had been vague, very vague. There were a lot of missing parts, he had no idea about her personal and family life. She may be married, she may be single, she may be divorced, she may be widowed. She might have a family, she might not have a family, she might be adopted, she might be an orphan. And yet, he always talked about her past life. Why?

Neither of them realized, that seconds ticked by, as both of them were lost in their own thoughts. Geet was still staring at the floor, the visions and memories crowding fast into her mind, threatening to water her eyes, while Maan was looking at her, thinking about her.

Suddenly, he felt an unaccustomed sensation. His eyebrows furred slightly, as he tried to figure out what was abnormal. He looked at Geet, who was still not meeting his eyes, and then he saw it. He had been holding her hands tightly underneath his own, but that was not what caught his attention. He gazed at her hands, the white palms, which were once soft and delicate. But now, they felt hard, rough. Unmoisturized. As if they had worked a lot. He let go of her hands, holding them close to his eyes. He traced circles on her palms feeling the harsh skin, and then almost yelled out, " Geet, did you bleach your hands?"

The voice shook her thoughts away as usual, and as the words entered her brain, she stiffened. She looked up in shock, only to see him staring back at her in even stronger shock. He raised her hands in front of her eyes, and said again, " Did you bleach your hands, Geet?"

She continued to stare at him, her eyes wide open with dismay, when he shook her slightly, and said," Bolo, Geet. Why did you do that?"

" Aap…aap ko kaise pata…" she finally found her voice, but it quickly trailed off, as he cut in desperately, " Woh, meri daadi ne bhi ek baar kiya tha. It ruins your skin, and makes it very rough. And your hands were not so rough, the last time I touched…" This time, he trailed off, as visions of their closeness in the office came in front of them.

Geet cleared her throat, swallowing the lump and said, " Woh.. main.. maine.. I..had some marks which I had to remove."

Maan massaged her hands lightly and said almost to himself," I'll get you a cream tomorrow. Use that. The texture of your skin will improve."

He looked at her and said tenderly, " Sab theek ho jayega, Geet!!"

PRECAP: I want to but I'm just not being able to hate you, Geet!!

I am sorry for the late update, but I just couldnt bring myself to type it after seeing the extremely low number of comments for the last chapter.😕

I got about 75 likes and not even 3 pages of comments.. Please guys, it really hurts a lot to see you pressing the like button, but not spending another 5 seconds to comment and tell me whether you actually enjoyed the chapter or not.

I hope I wont be disappointed for this chapter.

Love you all

Sarzah

Nice to see the building closeness

Ausum update plz also add flashback of geet past it realy help us to know d reason of geet condition n also loved it.