A Sudden Change Of Heart(MG FF)-Link to 2nd Thread - Page 71

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Aww..honey I'm sorry, lekin, kal saara din I have university, so I will be dead tired! But, thursday, pakka!😊

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CHAPTER-19

He was already behind the wheel, when she climbed into the car, and put on her seatbelt, after placing the file on the dashboard. She saw the mark again, and realised with a pang, that Maan was probably right. That mark was never going to come off. Like that night was never going to change.

" Geet, I'm talking to you." He said, impatiently.

" I'm sorry. Kya keh rahe the aap?" Geet said, clearing her throat, and trying to forget the images which were crawling fast in front of her vision. Surprisingly, not the visions of Dev, they were very rare now. But, the visions of the morning, when Maan had been in her cabin, and some minutes earlier, when he had flung the car keys away. She couldn't help feel a chill in her whole body.

" I was saying, ke papers sign karwane ke baad kya karne wali ho? Do you want to grab dinner in the hotel?" he said, looking at her.

" Well, Romeo told me, that Patel wanted me to have dinner with him tonight." She didn't know why, but, she regretted those words immediately. Maan's fists curled on the steering wheel, and that didn't do unnoticed by Geet. She tried to rack her brains, thinking about changing the topic, when Maan bit out.

" How old is your client?" His voice was dangerously calm.

" Uhh.. I don't know. I just know that he is a divorcee. Must be in his 30s." she said, carefully choosing her words.

The rest of the drive was a quiet affair. Geet tried to understand Maan's thoughts, while his face gave away nothing. But, his fists remained clenched, for almost the whole length of the drive.

Just as they reached the hotel lobby, Geet walked to the reception, with Maan a few steps behind her.

" Hi. Can you tell me, which room is Mr. Patel is? Mr. Viraj Patel?" she leaned against the counter, while Maan stood close behind her.

" Geet Handa?" the receptionist asked.

Geet nodded her head for a yes, and the receptionist said, " He is expecting you. Room no.1024. I will send in the champagne."

" Champagne?" She asked stunned, as Maan glared at the receptionist.

" Yes Ma'am. He asked us to get him a bottle as soon as you arrive." She said, with a smile.

Geet felt her hands turn cold suddenly, as Maan hissed out, " Let's go, Geet. Papers sign karna hain."

" Aap..aap bhi aayenge mere saath?" she said, looking at him in shock.

" Did you think I am your driver, who just gave you a ride?" he retorted back sharply, causing Geet to go mute again.

Maan laced his fingers through hers and dragged her towards the lift. As they entered, Geet tried to free herself, when Maan pulled her closer.

" Don't. Do. That." He said menacingly.

Geet looked at him for some time, but as he continued to glare at her, his eyes spitting fire, she cringed away from his gaze, and kept her hand laced in his. As the lift opened, he almost dragged her out, still holding her hand, and as they stopped outside the room, Geet looked at him pleadingly, trying to free her hand, while he looked straight ahead ignoring all her physical protests.

As the door opened, a man came out in his robes, holding a glass of scotch in one hand, and a cigar in another. He smirked, as he ran his eyes over Geet who wore a simple salwar kameez for the night, and said, " Ms.Handa, you are right on time. But, I thought you were coming alone." He looked at Maan, who glared back at him, and noticed their hands laced together.

Maan let go of her hand, as Geet stepped into the room. She sighed in relief, but the breath caught in her throat, as Maan put an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. Geet's eyes shot up to him, but, his look silenced her.

Looking at the client, Maan said strongly," I am Maan Singh Khurana."

" Viraj Patel. I know you, but didn't expect you here, Mr.Khurana." The men shook hands.

" Ha woh.." Maan squeezed her waist causing her to stop talking, and spoke," We met on the way, so I came with her for company. I hope you don't mind."

" No, I don't." he said, looking at Geet sternly, who was finding it difficult to maintain her composure with Maan's arm draped so protectively around her.

" Mr. Patel, I've got the file. Can we just go ahead and sign it?" she said warily.

The man stared at Maan's hold on Geet, and continued, " Ms.Handa, I agreed to sign the contract, inspite of suing you, because of your efficiency and well, skills and looks.." he smirked.

Geet placed the file on the coffee table, and settled down on the sofa, with Maan close beside her. She stared at him, her heartbeat still beating fast, as Mr. Patel continued talking, " The next contract is going to be us together, Ms.Handa. When does your Khurana Constructions contract end?"

Maan let go of Geet's waist, and held her hand again, looking at Viraj blazedly.

" In about 3 months time." She said, in a cool voice, and Maan stared at her in surprise, because he knew she was nervous, as her hands and palms were all sweaty. But, he marvelled at her extremely cool and composed stance, as she answered all of Viraj's questions.

" Well, I don't think you know this, Mr.Khurana," he said, now turning his gaze on Maan, who was staring Geet down. He tore his eyes off her, and placed them on Viraj's face without showing even a flicker of interest. " The contract which you are working on with Emporium was supposed to be mine. But, I was out of station, and my staff messed up the quotation, so we lost the tender, and hence, you got it."

Maan simply nodded his head, showing his disinterest clearly, but Viraj continued, his eyes on Geet now.

" Can I offer you a drink, Ms. Handa?" he said smirking slightly.

Before she could reply, Maan spoke out, his voice cold and sharp," We have a dinner invitation, so we are in a rush. It would be better, if the contract is signed, and we can leave."

" Well, well, well… looks like you are very busy these days, Ms. Handa." Viraj said with a laugh, still addressing Geet, who looked back at him with a straight face.

Mk ne ek saas mein itne jhooth pehle kabhi nahin bola hoga. And, if he doesn't stop touching me, then main kuch galat salath kar ya bol dungi..Geet Calm Down.. isse accha hota main akele aati. I would have had control over my senses then, maybe.

" Actually, I am. So.." She said confidently, stood up firmly with the file, and approached towards the coffee table." Mk is right. Maybe, I shouldn't take up more of your time. Pen?"

" I like a professional lady. No emotional bakwaas." He said, with a smile, leaning forward, and handing her the pen, his arms slightly brushing her shoulder. Geet moved away, only to feel a hard squeeze on her waist. Maan held her from behind, and as she looked back, stunned at his boldness, he motioned with his eyes to sign the paper quickly. Viraj stared at them, his eyes displaying amusement and high levels of alcohol. As Geet signed the paper with trembling hands, Maan continued to stand behind her, and hold her tightly, which made it impossible for Viraj to get anywhere near her.

She slowly nodded her head, only for Maan, indicating that she was done with her signatures. He deftly turned her around, and moved her so that Viraj could step in without any contact with her body. She saw as he leaned in and signed the paper, while Maan held her waist tightly, restricting all and any sort of movement from her.

" Well, since it's all done, we should leave, haina, Geet?" he threw the words at her, but his eyes never left Viraj's.

" Aw.. but, Ms. Handa, I was really looking forward to having dinner, and maybe a glass of champagne with you. Alone." He emphasized on the word "alone" a little more than necessary, and continued in a lilting voice, " Since my wife and I separated, I have been so lonely. Can't you be my company tonight?"

Maan felt the sudden urge of murder run through his veins, as he saw the man making passes on Geet. He had managed to maintain calm, but on the inside, he was on fire. He didn't want to scare Geet, and he knew that he had already done that, but right now, the only thing he wanted to do was rip Viraj Patel's head off of his shoulder. He tightened his grip on Geet's waist, as she answered in her usual cool voice, without moving an inch away from Maan," I would have, but this dinner invitation is really important, so I have to go."

" Well, Mr.Khurana can leave. We don't want to make him suffer now, do we? But why don't you stay back? I will have my car drop you home,tonight..Well, technically tomorrow morning." He said, looking at her seductively.

Geet cleared her throat slightly, feeling the usual chills, but as she opened her mouth to answer, the voice came to her ears, dangerously low and raged.

" I'm not leaving without Geet. She is coming with me." He escorted her out of the room, into the corridor, his grip tightening even more on her waist.

Viraj rushed out of the room, and stood near the door, seeing them walk towards the lift.

" Later then, Geet. Some other time, or maybe, after 3 months." He shouted out, but they were both into the lift, without paying any attention to his words.

As the lift went down the 10 floors, silence reigned over both of them. Maan still had his hand around Geet, and though, Geet was and had been painfully aware of it for the whole evening, she couldn't bring herself to tell him to remove it. Maybe, she didn't want him to. Geet, pagalo jaisi baat mat kar. Why do you want him to hold you? It's ridiculous.

She cleared her throat, when Maan bit out, " Don't talk to me, till we are out of this damned hotel, and in the car."

She swallowed back her words immediately, slightly scared of this new avatar of Maan she had never seen before. Yes, she had seen him angry, irritated, flustered, even rude. But, today was different. There was something else in those eyes, mouth and body language, which she didn't recognize. And, the word justifying it was running all over her mind, but, she was scared to name it, scared to recognize it. Jealous, is he? No Geet, shut up.

As they reached the basement, Maan let her go for the first time since they had entered the hotel, and opened the door for her. She felt herself blacking out completely, as she settled inside. Did Mk ever open a door for anyone? Geet, your name is definitely going down in the Guiness World Records.

As they drove back, Geet tried to talk, but, Maan replied in monosyllables only, causing her to become quiet after some time. As they sat there in silence, Maan glanced at her, and said, " Geet, put your seatbelt on."

" Huh?" she broke off from her train of thoughts, and looked at him blankly.

Maan sighed exasperatedly, and said, " You didn't put your seatbelt on."

" Oh!" she nodded her head, and started fiddling with her seatbelt. She pulled it over her, but it snapped twice. She sighed and tried again, but it snapped out of her hands again. She tried to fit it into the buckle, but her sweaty hands were no help. And, neither were her flustered neurons.

Maan sighed loudly, and made an impatient click deep down in his throat. He pulled the car over at the side of the road, and leaned over close to Geet. She withdrew her hands immediately, and stiffened, as Maan put his hand out, and grabbed the belt from behind her. He brought it over her body, staring at her face, his hand lightly brushing over her collarbone, and even more lightly on the top of her breasts. Geet closed her eyes tightly, as he buckled it up, and straightened himself. She felt her breath hitch, and opened her eyes, as he said in a low voice," It's done" and started driving again.

" Thank you." She squeaked out, her throat extremely dry.

He looked at her sideways, and said, " Well, I'm sure you can do a belt, but your hands are unsteady today, so maybe…" she looked at him, and said, " Thank you for what happened, and didn't happen before the seatbelt."

He continued driving without replying, and Geet said, " He was right actually. I was planning on working with him, but his quotations were far too low. That's why I chose you, I mean, we chose your company. He is a thurki alright."

" Thurki?" Maan said in a disgusted tone.

" Haan. Bechare ki biwi kya chorke gayii, tab se sathiya gayaa hain.. jidhar bhi koi ladki dikh jayee, he gets all lonely… perv kahika.." Geet said, between her teeth.

Maan smiled, which Geet failed to notice, due to the darkness in the car. He bit back his laugh, and said, " You have an awesome language, and vocabulary."

Geet turned to him angrily, and said," Thurki na bolun, toh kya bolun? Aap ne dekha nahin, mujhse kya kehraha tha? Oh! I am so lonely…" she imitated his voice, in a hilarious manner, causing Maan to almost laugh out loud. " kameena kahika…"

" I made the mistake of thinking that you're a sophisticated corporate, Geet Handa. But, the slangs broke my illusion completely…" Maan said, shocked and somewhat pleasantly surprised, to actually find the posh and calm and business like Geet calling someone "kamina". It just made her more real to him.

" Mujhe toh kuch aur bhi keh ne ka mann ho raha hain, lekin aap jaise "sharif" insaan ke samne kuch nahin bolungi. Agar aapka dharam brasht ho gaya toh? Nahin, Babaji, yeh paap main aapne saar nahin le sakti." She said scornfully.

" Geet" he said, in a warning tone, when she continued, " Kya? Ek toh mujhe wahaan thik se baat bhi nahin karne di… aur yahaan…attitude dikha rahe hain."

Maan stopped the car outside Geet's flat, and turned off the ignition. He turned at her furiously, and said," Kyun? Bohut mann kar raha tha usse baat karne ka? I see, you were so into having dinner with him, and later champagne…"

Geet opened and shut her mouth, and turned her body towards him, facing him completely.

" Uss thurki ke saath dinner kare meri jooti…" she said angrily.

" God, kya bhasha hain tumhari, Geet. I am disgusted." He said, turning his face away, in strong dislike.

" Aap toh sirf meri occasional language se disgusted hain. Aur main toh.." she left the sentence hanging mid way, as he glared at her.

" Tum toh kya? Bolo?" he said, while Geet closed her mouth, and nodded her head for a no.

" Kuch nahin. I gotta go.. kal office hain." She said, mockingly stifling a yawn, and opened the car door.

Maan reached over, and closed it again. Geet gasped, as he started the car, and drove off, away from her flat, and into the road.

" Mk, yeh aap kya kar rahe hain? I thought you were going to drop me home. Stop the car." She said, in a confused voice, as Maan ignored her, and pressed on the accelerator more strongly.

" Hello?? Main aapse baat kar rahi hoon?" she said, shaking her hand in front of him, but quickly moving it, as he did a dangerous swerve on the road.

" Thik hain. Fine. Jo marzi mein aaye kariye. Mujhe bhi baat nahin karni. Ek toh thank you bolo, phir char baatein suno. I don't take nonsense from anyone, lekin you. You force it to me, always. Since Mumbai. Mujhe bhi nahin bolna.." she cribbed to herself aloud.

Maan acted as if she didn't exist, and continued driving the car.

" Dekhiye, Meera, Adi and Romeo know, that I am supposed to be with you tonight. Agar aapne mera khoon karke mujhe kahi jalaa diya, ya dafna diya, toh aap bhi nahin bachoge, samjhe?" she said, in a determined voice.

" I will hide the evidence well, don't worry." He said, with a dangerous chuckle.

PRECAP: Pehle tum kehti ho, ke you don't find me attractive. Then, you say I disgust you.

There you go people...your update is finally done!😊

Thank you to everyone, who liked and commented on the previous chapters. I know, I dont reply to all the comments all the time, but, trust me, I absolutely love reading them. They make me feel extremely loved and wanted!😃

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