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Hello people... For all those who have been waiting for RA, i can't thank you enough for it really, really means a lot. Its for this constant support that I'm back with RA😳

This part is more or less like a filler but filled with Maaneet, though sorry won't be enough, I could do atleast this much. This part is for Ashu, who made me write the whole Maaneetilicious part though I fear mushy stuff is not my forte😛

Here's the next part... hope you all enjoy :)

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Part 53

"woh purple wali" Anu and Geet asked together pointing at the same saree in the shop. The girls giggled at the coincidence and Maan rolled his eyes, tired of the antics of these two crowd-attracting samples. "This is going to be one specimen of sisters-in-law bonding!" he muttered to himself and glared at the on-lookers making them scatter.

Geet was scheduled to leave for Delhi in next 2-3 days. With her exams scheduled for a week after, immediately being followed by the wedding, she hardly had time for her preparations and shopping. Initially Geet suggested that Anu and Pinky take up this responsibility but neither Dadi Ma nor Pammi were happy with the suggestion and so Nandita had asked Maan to escort the girls for shopping. Horrified, Maan had tried every trick to get away from the embarrassment that he knew the girls were capable of putting him into but alas Viren's stern glare on seeing Geet's dejected face had trapped him. He didn't know why he was even here as Anu and Geet hardly paid heed to his suggestions and so after 15 minutes he resorted to be a mute spectator and passed occasional dirty looks to people who stared at them. Another squeal broke his reverie and he let a frustrated sigh before turning to rebuke them.

"Geet! Anu! You don't have to be so loud" he hissed. While Anu shrugged, Geet made a sorry face, "Dekha Babaji dekha aapne... ab yeh mujhe meri shaadi ki shopping bhi shaanti se nahi karne de sakte" she complained looking at the ceiling of the showroom. Her look was instantly followed by the salesguy who was tending to them. While Anu chuckled, Maan's jaws fell open. "Excuse me! Shaanti se shopping, haan?... Geet shaanti ka matlab bhi pata hai tumhe? And tumhari shaadi matlab? Are you by any chance forgetting that it's not just YOUR wedding but OUR wedding?" He stressed on, provoked. "Wohi toh yahan humari shaadi hone wali hai aur aapko toh koi farak hi nahi padta. Koi excitement hi nahi hai. Shopping ke liye aaye hain aur yahan bhi ekdum sadu!" she whined and then looking up once again, she started grumbling incoherently, obviously complaining to her Babaji. "Geet tum... You expect me to hop around the shop to show you how happy I am, now is that so?" Maan placed his hands over his hips, boring his eyes on Geet. "Haw! Maine aisa kab kaha? (turning to Anu, who was trying her best to control her laughter) Anu tu toh yehi hai na... tu hi bol, maine kuch kaha aisa? Nahi na... (turning back to Maan) bas mujhse ladne ke bahane chahiye na aap ko toh!" she pouted. "Main? Main ladta hoon tumse? Tum kahan ki baat kahan le jaati ho aur mujhse keh rahi ho?" he glowered down at her. Anu sighed and shrugged, "inka kuch nahi ho sakta" she murmured to herself and turned to the sales guy to show something that had caught her fancy. However, the dumbfounded sales guy, looked back and forth from Maan to Geet and then leaning towards Anu asked, "Kya sach much in dono ki shaadi hone wali hai?"

Instantly, the poor guy was cowering away from the petrifying glare Maan was casting his way and Anu burst out laughing while Geet narrowed her eyes at Anu who was thoroughly enjoying the scene. "I swear I won't ever need to watch comedy circus ever after your marriage Veerji" she blurted between the peals of laughter while Geet shot an indignant glance towards her and turned to walk out of the shop. "Geet!" Maan called out and Anu ran upto her to block her way. "Arre gussa kyun kar rahi hai? Main toh mazak kar rahi thi" Anu adorably said. Geet stuck her tongue at her and smiled ear-to-ear, "Toh main kaunsa serious thi?" with that the two started laughing again and Maan ran a hand through his hair, already waiting for this torturous shopping session to end.

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"Mr. Rathod, aap samajh ne koshish kijiye... main yahan aapke case ki baat karne aaya hoon aur aap hain ki aapko Ms. Handa ke baare main jaan na hai?"
Arjun's lawyer asked him a little irritably. "Mr. Mehta, aap utna hi jawab dijiye jitna maine aapse poocha hai... Geet kahan hai? Kya Maan ke saath hai woh?" the fierce expression and the dangerous edge in his voice gave way to his insane obsession with Geet. "Mr. Rathod, aapke upar murder, attempt to rape, kidnapping and fraud ke charges hain. Do you understand the gravity of the situation you are in?" Mr. Mehta was losing his patience with Arjun. There was no doubt that the man was crazy about the girl, Geet. What other thing would push him to do such heinous crimes, thought Mr. Mehta. But then Arjun was his client and his job was to get him acquitted; only if the man would be of little help, Mr. Mehta sighed. "Geet!! Geet chahiye mujhe!! Geet Kahan Hai?" he yelled at the top of his voice making Mr. Mehta wince as he took a step back. So evident was his raw madness that his inmates... who themselves were involved in heinous crimes - fell silent and scurried back into the darkness of the cell, stepping into oblivion as if to safeguard themselves from a barmy beast. "Ms. Handa, Mumbai mai hi hai unki family ke saath aur..." Mr. Mehta fell short of words, trying to formulate his words in a manner that would be least offending to the man in front of him. "Mujhse kuch chupana aapko bohut bhaari pad sakta hai, Mr. Mehta" Arjun hissed. Gulping the lump of fear that had started to form in his throat, Mr. Mehta replied, "Aur... Ms. Handa ki... aur Mr. Khurana ki sagai..."

Mr. Mehta trailed off, taking a step back fearing the terror that was about to unleash, but what followed perplexed him as he looked dumbfounded at the man who had broken into fits of maniacal laughter that turned sinister as his eyes turned dark. If there ever was a devil who ruled the dark pits of hell, Mr. Mehta was sure Arjun was a man crafted by him.

Arjun turned his back to Mr. Mehta as he spoke out aloud, "Maan... Maan... Maan... like sister, like brother! Kitne sapne dekhte ho tum! (sigh) dekh lo... jitne sapne dekhne hai dekh lo par Geet... (evil laugh) Geet to sirf meri hogi... kyunki main Geet ko chahta hoon... (at once turning back, facing Mr. Mehta) Geet meri hai... sirf meri!" Arjun finished dreadfully and Mr. Mehta couldn't have been more thankful for the iron bars that stood solidly between Arjun and him. He wished he could withdraw from the case but knew that would be perilous for him as Arjun was not only dangerous but pure evil. The hefty amount that lured him to take this case suddenly felt inconsequential as he wiped the sweat from his brow. "Get me out of here!" Arjun commanded shouting right in his face, using all his strength as if to pull the bars apart that blocked his path and kept him captive.

"Ae hero... yeh koi filmi set nahi hai ki salakhein kheenchi aur toot jayengi. Bohut time ho gaya, chalo abhi" the prison in charge came by to escort Mr. Mehta out and Mr. Mehta couldn't have been more thankful for the interruption. "Mr. Rathod, next week ki hearing main hum aapki bail ki appeal karenge" Mr. Mehta told Arjun and fled from the scene without giving a backward glance.

"Geet sirf meri hai... aur jis din main bahar aaya, Geet tumhe mujhse koi alag nahi kar payega" Arjun promised to himself silently.

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"Yeh Anu kahan reh gayi?" Maan enquired looking at the entrance of the boutique. "She had to meet her designer Maan, aa jayegi" Geet reassured him while she waited for the sales girl to get the lehnga she planned to wear on the night of her Sangeet. "I think we can still visit some designer label for your dress Geet. It's not yet too late" Maan said eyeing the modest boutique Geet was adamant to get her apparels done from. "Maan! I can't afford it and I'm not letting Adi Veerji to spend a fortune on my wedding. It's not right!" Geet affirmed. "Geet! Do you want me to talk to Adi regarding wedding expenditures? Or we can even have a simple wedding if you want it that way" Maan held her hand delicately. Geet smiled, "Thanks Maan! But I'm sure Adi Veerji and Pammi Masi ji will not like that" Geet replied as a matter of fact and Maan nodded in understanding.

"Ma'am here, you can check the fittings now"
a sales assistant came over to hand a beautiful beige and gold lehnga to Geet and immediately Geet's face lit up. "Can I try?" Geet asked getting up from her chair. "Sure Ma'am" the guy smiled and leaving Maan behind, Geet rushed towards the trial room.

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Anu was going to the jewelers to get Dadi Ma's few jewels polished when she bumped into Yash who was there to meet a friend at the cafeteria in the mall. Anu was very happy to see him and when she told him the purpose of her visit, she immediately suggested that Yash too buy something for himself to wear at the wedding. Yash feigned to protest but Anu was adamant. She held his arm and pulled him into another store that specialized in men's wear while Yash followed her giving in to her demands. However, truth be told, this chance meeting at the mall was no coincidence but Geet's plan. When Geet told him about her and Anu's plan, though he was initially reluctant, he finally gave into the temptation of spending some time with Anu. He loved Anu, there was no doubt on that but he didn't want to put any emotional pressure on her and so he had decided to give Anu some space. But then Geet also told him about Anu's promise of making an attempt to move ahead in her life. And then now, unlike their last meet, Anu's affable and relaxed conduct towards him were all collectively adding fuel to the dwindling fire of hope in his heart.

"Yash I think grey is too boring. Why don't you try this one. Dekho, blue is looking really good on you" Anu held up the shervani she was choosing for him to see it in the mirror. "You think so?" he asked, looking at her reflection. "Think what?" she asked as she straightened the slight crease of the garment. "That blue looks good?" Yash asked, still focusing on the expression on Anu's face. The look of admiration in her eyes and the smile that shone on her beautiful face mesmerized him. "She's beautiful!" he thought more to himself and was snapped out of his dreamworld when Anu waved in front of his eyes. "Kahan kho gaye?" she enquired to which he subtly shook his head for a no. "So this is final?" she asked smiling brightly. And though he had hardly paid attention to the piece of clothing in her hand, he was happy to oblige and nodded in affirmation to her choice. The bright smile that reached Anu's eyes was proof enough that his decision was right.

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"Geet kya hua? Aur kitna time?" Maan asked standing outside the door of the trial room. It had been 10 minutes and there was no sign of Geet and when he felt his patience wearing off, he came to ask if there was any trouble. "2 minutes Maan" came Geet's prompt reply. "Agar koi help chahiye toh main andar aakar tumhari madat kar sakta hoon" Maan joked leaning close to the door. "Shut Up Maan!" came an irritated reply and Maan chuckled. Since they were there quite earlier than the peak timings, Maan and Geet were only clients present apart from the occasional potential customers who dropped in to check the collection. "Geet??" he called again after sometime and this time, Geet slightly opened the door and asked Maan to call someone to help her. Maan nodded and looked around. There was no female assistant present at the time and Maan tried to call Anu but there were network issues inside the boutique. "What is it Geet? There's no one around" he said.

Geet bit her lips. The fittings had to be checked today so that the designer would continue to work on her wedding apparel accordingly which someone will collect on her behalf in her absence and get it to Delhi where the wedding was planned. She wished she could check for apparels at Delhi but sigh that was not going to be. Seeing no other choice, she picked up her dupata and wrapped it around her shoulders securely. And then she left the door ajar just a little for Maan, "Maan, can you come in please" she said in a low voice that was laced with nervousness and embarrassment. "You sure?" Maan asked raising an eyebrow and gave a lop-sided grin. "Maan please" Geet said earnestly. Maan smiled to himself and entered. Shutting the door behind him, he turned to face Geet. She was in a beige and gold-embellished lehnga-choli with the dupata covering her chest. She wore no make-up, no jewelry yet the blush on her cheeks, the glow of her skin and her eyes drawn to floor just like that of a bride, made his heart skip a beat. He moved towards her slowly and came to a halt right in front of him. "You are shy?" he whispered. She pursed her lips tight but said nothing. "Kya hua?" he asked and holding her chin, he lifted her face to look in her eyes. She said nothing but turned away from him, her back towards him. Maan frowned. "What is it Geet?" he asked, confused. "Woh Maan..." she hesitantly began but then bringing her hand back, she pulled her hair, cascading her back, to front and in the silence of the surroundings, she heard him draw a sharp breath.

Geet was thinking about the festivities that were to begin in another fortnight when she went into the trial room to change. The fact that she was getting MARRIED had slowly started settling. She was getting MARRIED! TO MAAN... the man she LOVED the most! Smiling all the while, her mind started playing the moments that had laid the foundations of their relationship. A chanced and uneventful encounter at his office, their fights, his attitude, her resolve, the proximity that made her heart flutter, confession on the cliff followed by countless sunsets they watched holding hands, her pain of separation, their coming back together and now taking their relationship to another level where he would don a new role in her life! With the realization a new sensation tingled in her spine and suddenly she felt shy! Suddenly the moments of their proximity held more meaning than ever. While she was lost in her own dreamworld, adorning a demure smile, she didn't realize that she had entangled the doris of her blouse. Tried as hard, she couldn't reach behind her back to sort out the mess and she was stuck. With no one else available to help, she had no choice but to call him in to help. And now, the shy and demure form of this to-be bride felt all the more awkward and embarrassed. She was now realizing that soon they were going to share everything they had and that also meant... themselves! The thought made her flush and her cheeks felt warm. She was not ignorant of his passion and his desire for her. There was a part of her that wanted him too and she knew as the days passed by, that part within her was gradually growing stronger.

But this was totally unexpected. Now that he stood behind her, so close, she felt stupid. What would he think that she couldn't even accomplish a simple task of tying the doris of her own blouse well without creating a jumble! She rebuked herself internally but her senses were too mushy to actually register the chiding of her mind as she was now experiencing a new high. She felt his eyes trailing the expanse of her almost bare back. She knew what state was her choli in... merely held together by the two tangled strings! A chill ran down her spine and she felt herself tremble, her breathing getting shallower. And then her skin burned when she felt the cautious touch of his fingers on her already heated skin.

Maan was lost in the moment. When he tentatively entered the changing room, he didn't know what to expect except that he was going to tease her and irritate her just as she had been right since the morning. But then when he noticed her endearing blush he felt his heart melt. Not really comprehending what exactly was making her feel so shy, the coy form of her drew him in and he felt like wrapping her in his arms and just feel her close. She looked divine just as she was and he wondered what it would be like when she would be dressed in her full glory. She was his... the fact made his heart swell with pride. He was going to cherish her and keep her safe. He tried to read her but couldn't fathom her apprehension. She avoided to look at him and he didn't like it one bit. He wouldn't let her shield her soul, the source of her ethereal beauty, from him. He tried to lift her face but she turned away. He observed the play of emotions on her face in the mirror that she was now facing. He could feel her heartbeats picking up pace. And then as she moved her hair from her back, he not only realized the cause of her hesitance but was also caught on the frenzy that she was treading onto.

His fingers traced her smooth skin and he felt her shoulders going stiff. "Maan!" she whispered and he looked up to see her eyes shut tight while her face reflected the agony, the longing that he recognized only too well. With his eyes fixated to the mirror, he leaned in to plant a lingering kiss at the base of her neck. She drew in a sharp breath and at once her eyes flew open. But what she regretted was looking in his eyes through the mirror as she felt herself being captivated in those dark pools filled with passion. He gently brought his hands to her shoulder, gently massaging them that eased her tensed form. She let him take the lead, not able to drift her eyes away from him as his eyes shone with mischief. She silently urged him to let her go and in reply, he subtly pulled down the dupata that was covering her chest.

He loved the myriad feelings that played in her eyes. His hand slipped onto her bare waist and his fingers played around her navel causing her to tuck her tummy in. Her eyes made a silent plea yet again and she squirmed in his arms and in response, he pulled her closer plastering her against him firmly. His eyes drank in the sight of her inviting form observing her from head to toe savoring the sight of her delicious curves, lingering a moment too longer at certain places. He didn't touch her but she turned a crimson red, feeling him undress her through his eyes. "Pleasee" she whispered but he paid no heed as his other hand moved upwards over her arm, coming to rest on her shoulder before he dipped it towards her neckline near the gentle rise of the swell of her breasts where he could feel her erratic heartbeats.

Before his hand could go further down, she held onto it tight, "Don't" her voice came barely a whisper. He looked deep in her eyes and warned, "Shhh Geet... I'm sure you don't wanna attract a crowd" his tone hoarse and he blew on her cheeks. She glared at him, "shameless!" she muttered. He laughed, "I haven't yet begun" he whispered in her ear, nipping her earlobe. "Maann" she moaned and immediately felt herself turned and pinned to the wall. He ducked in to taste the skin his fingers had just relished. His passion drawing her in and making her loose the sense of his surroundings and she pulled him close, turning her face aside to give him more access. He kissed the expanse of the neck, gently nipping her near a cleavage to leave his mark. "She was his!" his mind chanted and wondered what he would have done had he lost her to his fate. His grip tightened on her and she bit her lip to keep from moaning louder. He sucked the skin he had bit and not able to take it more, she pulled him up to her. The glazed look in his eyes, heated her, making her crave for him and before she knew, he closed the distance between them, kissing her passionately... the kiss that conveyed pure love and pure passion giving rise to desire that had started to devour them in. As he drew in, she felt his hardness against herself and gasped. He groaned and his tongue entered her mouth, deepening the kiss. Her fingers dug in his hair, pulled him closer, not able to get enough of him. Gasping for air, they drew apart but he started placing butterfly kisses on her jaws coming down again, moving to his knees to nip her near her bellybutton, adding fuel to her fire. When he came up again, he now moved her securely in his arms, his back plastered to the wall now. His fingers skillfully moved on her back, tracing random patterns as he untangled her doris while his lips continued to explore every part of her uncovered skin. He suddenly turned her now, her back facing him. Breathless, he observed her flushed form through the mirror and a wave of contentment hit him. His fingers felt her back which was now in his plain view. She was going to be the death of him!

She slowly opened her drugged eyes and eyed him, not knowing how she was supposed to handle the surge of this passionate moment. She didn't know what she was expecting to happen but knew she wanted more of him. He ducked in again and moved her blouse off her shoulders. Panicked, she tried to stop him but he caught her eyes and his eyes spoke of immense reverence he held for her. She knew she could trust him. And truth be told, her insides were right now too squishy to hold herself firm. As he bared her shoulders, he was careful to not push her too far or tread himself on the path from where he couldn't return. He licked and sucked over shoulders drawing deep moans from her that did nothing to help him ease the burst of his ardor. He turned her to him at once and caught her lips in a surging kiss pulling her to him. And this time, when they drew apart, Maan held her at arm's length, intently watching her giving her time to regain her balance of reason.

Geet was taken aback by the rush of this fervor. It took her a while to regain her equilibrium and when she did, she noticed her blouse was back in place with the doris tied neatly behind her back.

She wheezed and whirled around, self-conscious now, her eyes to the ground. Maan raked his hand through his hair and took a deep breath before he stepped closer to her. He picked the dupata from the ground and wrapped it around her before taking her in his arms. "Kya hua Geet, main toh bas fittings check kar raha tha" he said mischievously to lighten the impassioned air around them, though his rugged breathing gave him away. She turned in his arms and buried herself in his chest. "Is that all? Itne main yeh haal hai, toh aage kya karogi Geet?" he said throatily. "Maann!" she whimpered too shy to look at him. "Kyun? Sach hi toh keh raha hoon Geet... Kuch din aur... aur phir..." his implied meaning got her to bite her lower lip and she playfully hit his chest. He smiled but then whispered, "I think the dress fits you well. And you look beautiful... either ways..." he trailed and Geet instantly looked up flabbergasted at his implication. He winked and Geet glared at him for embarrassing her.

"Shameless!" she muttered once again. Maan winked and leaned in for more but Geet glared at him and kept him at an arm's length. Maan laughed and Geet started to push him out of the trial room. "But Geet..." he tried to protest but gave in not wanting to push her further. "Out Maan.. out!" she pushed him towards the door. Maan called for peace and then cupped her face and gently pecked on her forehead before he moved out. Geet locked herself in and leaned against the door to calm her racing heartbeats before she smiled to herself and got back to check the fittings of the other couple of dresses.

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