'You and Me..never!'(Maaneet FF)pt 24 Pg 144

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Vinitha

@Blueberry_07

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Posted: 15 years ago

#261

Palloooo!! I read your part but had forgotten to comment... Girl what a FANTASTIC update!.......🤗

I love every single thing inside..from the way Maan hunged onto the bus door...🤣....and Geet driving the bus still...it was so funny!...plus the gallis were wickeddd man! My goodness i thoughT Geet's one was so many..and then i moved on to read Maan's one.......baap re baap...😲😲....🤣....THAT MANY..??...😆

It was so cute, that whole scene..and how he pulled her off the bus..and they fall down...awww..she hid herself in Maan's chest...So sweeeeeet!..😳...Geet must have had a moment over there..lying on top of Maan...Loved how he asked her if she was okay..and brushed her hair aside...😳........

The Horlicks bit was nice...and the song......😆 😆 Seems like Geet is using Maan's lines ..."kya bakwas ghana yeh"......reminded me of that "hum tum" scene..just that Maan said it there...

Loving the way your FF is going!

Geet is just so daring here..that Bhaiya scene..and the whistle...Man how would have thought she was gona do that?!...Great stuff! Enjoyed reading it so much...and update next part soon!!..😛

Edited by Blueberry_07 - 15 years ago

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Shelina

@ShelDev

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Posted: 15 years ago

#262

Hey Pallo

My God this was a laugh riot....

Those gaalis were too good....Imagine MSK saying all that..haha

Awesome

Pls continue soon

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afsha

@-afsha-

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Posted: 15 years ago

#263

Awesum update

The competion of Galliyan was fab🤣🤣

Was laughing lik Mad on that🤣🤣🤣🤣

Never knew Maan culd give so many gallis

Liked the bus drivers purposal for Geet's job

Geet was getting affected by Maan

Maan do cares for her

Liked the way Geet handled that Goon

It was really fab update

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Monica

@_Monu_

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Posted: 15 years ago

#264

hiii pallo....omg what a updt

maar daalaaa yaar..lol

it was too amazing n hilarious

geet driving in full speed n poor maan hanging outside

omg can imagine it perfectly

n wow u add geet's gaalia..lol..

n that of maan too..shoking..lol

this competition was great

geet reminds me muskaan of DMG

n i learnt new galyaan too..lol

i will definetly use them ...lol

cant stop laughing n then when geet said 2 that idiot

bhaayaa muje bhi siti marna sikao na..main iss khote ko seeti marna chati hoon.....

OMG this was fantabulos

im not going 2 forget this so long time..

n abt Horlicks...i loved it a lott too...lol

n i want 2 give a suggestion 2 geet

2 try Bournvita...but she will tell the other dozen of galiis to me

so its good if i stay quiet...lol..

really pallo this was really really rocking

u r very creative ...u had such amazing ideas

n i loved it a lott ...just like Bournvita...oops..i mean Horlicks..lol

ok continue soon when is possible

see yaaa

love uuuu

a big mmuuaahhh n hugs

Edited by _Monu_ - 15 years ago

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TheLastCarnival

@TheLastCarnival

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Posted: 15 years ago

#265

Hi gals...Me back with next part. This part is not as good as the others...but well I wanted to carry the story forward...Didn't want to get stuck in their fights...So get ready for some story growth(😕). I am not at all happy with the way this part turned out😭...But I seriously need you to read it and comment...cause I need some encouragement and loads of Horlicks to write the coming parts....Hope you girls like this part atleast a teenie weanie bit!!!

I apologize for the length !

And yah Bournvita lovers....Try Horlicks instead...it is lesser calories😆😆😆

PART 10

Geet saw him stand away from the crowd lost in deep thought. Everyone else was enjoying to their hearts content. She didn't know know why but she felt troubled seeing him so lost.

Two weeks of pure relief.....they hadn't exchanged a single rude word. Dadi had been ecstatic that Maan had got her back. Maan had been more responsive to her ideas. They were celebrating the success of cracking the Shah Industries deal.

Geet had come up with the most unusual party theme.....

"We have heard of Bollywood stars, Arabian nights, 1970s , Vampires , Villians, Horror, Crickters...even Disney toon themed parties. This time the theme is a little hatke se...it is 'Taaxiwaalas' Themed party. In simple words all of you men and women have be dressed as Taaxiwaalas" Geet had announced.

People had burst out laughing hearing the theme but had accepted it.

"Tum pagal ho??? Main Taaxiwaala ke tarah dressed hoke nahi aanewaala" Maan had objected.

"Be a sport sir..." she had smirked and walked off.

The party was huge success. Everyone was dressed in the various styles of Cab drivers. Some in white, some in chequed stuff, some in green...All had caps on.

Geet had transformed into the cutest Sardarjee Taaxiwaala available. Maan hadn't even recognized her till she had called him 'Mogambo' when he had bumped into her by mistake. Her sleek hair which usually was plaited had been stuffed into a convincing turban. The fake beard and mustache contrasted well with her creamy skin.

They had been lots of loud singing and dancing. The whole team was enjoying and having the time of their lives. They had several games the most popular one being "Pagdi sambhal!"

The game was quite simple...a man carried a lady on his shoulders. The ladies wore pagdis(turbans). They were all let loose to push, pull and hit the others. The females had their hands to tied at the back so that they couldn't touch the turban. Whichever duo survived the pushes and punches and managed to have their pagdi on till the end would be the winner.

Geet had approached Maan to be her partner but he had refused. She had then gone off and partnered with another fellow called Kudrat. They had obviously been the winning pair.

A lots more fun was going on...the dance floor was jam packed...and the desi beats rocked the air.

Geet walked up to Maan.

"You are not enjoying...something is wrong?" she asked him silently.

He turned to look at her. He was looking dashing in the white uniform of a cabbie. The cap was also perfect. Geet sighed inwardly...he was probably the most good looking cabbie she would ever get to see.

"No..." he murmured.

Geet could sense his mood. He was soaring upset about something.

"Chale?" she grabbed his hand.

"Kahaan?" he looked at her questioningly.

"Long drive pe..." she winked and pulled him out.

Maan reluctantly let her drag him out of the party to the parking lot. She turned to face him.

"Keys do..." her palm appeared before his face as if from nothingness.

Maan fumbled through his pockets, fished out the key and handed it. She opened the door for him in full gentleman style. Maan couldn't help smiling.

She skipped to the driver's side and jumped into the seat.

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"Yeh kaunsi jagaah hain?" Maan squinted through the darkness.

"Yeh hain Geet ki hideout..." Geet laughed. She ran ahead and opened her arms screaming into the deadness of the night....."Hi Duniya! Main aa gayi..."

Maan smiled. She was such a kid....!!!

He saw that they were in lawn circumfenced with flowerbeds. A small bridge was there under which a clear stream ran. Geet ran up the bridge turned around and signalled Maan to join her.

He slowly walked up to her and they both sat down hanging their legs.

"Toh ab batao...kya hua? You looked upset at the party? Was it because of the theme I chose? See I know you would have loved to dressed as Mogambo and come but the Villians theme is sooooooo common!" she justified her theme selection.

"Geet mera sir mat khao...Nahi tumhare theme selection ke wajah se nahi...Is uniform ke wajah se..." he looked down at the white shirt.

"Uniform ke wajaah se? Ajeeb admi ho yaar...ab tumhe bechare cabbie's ke uniform se bhi problem hone lagi....Mujhe toh lagta tha ki tumhe sirf mujhse aur mere Horlicks se problem hain..." she blabbered.

"Air Force ki yaad aagayi..." he quietly looked into the stream below.

Geet stilled. She knew that he missed his base. He had abided by his Dad's wish and stayed on handling the business...but deep within he was aching to be flying....flying high up in the air.

She placed her hand on him...."Don't worry...tum jaldi wapas jaoge..." she consoled.

He looked at her....his eyes glistened with unshed tears and unfulfilled wishes.

"Tumhe sacchi mein lagta hain ki main wapas jaa paunga???" he asked her meaningfully.

Geet knew...it was not possible for him to go back to the Air force again. The whole Company rested on his shoulders.

"Main zyaada lecture nahi de sakti....Main apne life ek hi philosophy pe jeeti hoon...." she told Maan.

Maan looked at her and raised his hand..."Oh! Mujhe pata hain tum kya kahogi....yehi ki...hume zindagi hi har pal khushi se jeena chahiye...typical Jab We Met mein Kareena Kapoor ki tarah.....Mind you tum usse bhi zyaada pagal ho..." he rolled off.

Geet let out a breath. Her shoulders sagged...this gum of the beard and mush were itching. She peeled them off and tossed them away. Next she let her hair down...It was loose and the wind fluttered through it.

"Nahi...Mera philosophy hain..'Let go and let HIM take over'...." she pointed heavenward.

Maan looked at her face. She looked angelic ....even in those taxi driver's clothes. He had never seen how beautiful she was.

"Itni badi baat...tumhare chote dimaag mein kaise aaya?" he joked.

"Dimaag chota diya isiliye dil bada diya....." she retorted.

"Tum ladh ladhke thakti nahi?" he exasperatedly asked her.

"Nahi...yeh mera profession hain...Paise milte hain mujhe tumse ladhne ke liye..." she stood up. His hand had slightly brushed against hers and she felt the electricty circuit through her system. Her standing up was a reflex to increase the space between them. Even she was unaware of what she was rattling off...only awareness about being with him in this dead night existed.

Maan looked at her puzzled...."Isme pounce karne ki kya baat hain? Tumhe na pyschiatrist ki bhi nahi...direct White magician ki zaroorat hain...koi bhoot savaar hain tumhare sir pe..." He stood up too.

Geet felt him too close for comfort. His hand was inches away from hers...and she could feel her heart run the marathon. His comment added to her confusion and she gave him a rushed push.....

"Geet...what the..." he never completed. Geet saw him topple over the rails of the bridge and fall into the stream below.

The impact of her action hit her hard...she had actually pushed Maan off the bridge. And that too because she was feeling vulnerable in his proximity....

"What's wrong with you Geet??? You've lost it Gal!" a voice snidely commented within.

"Maan sir....aap theek hain?" she called out below in a quivering voice.

No reply.

"Maan Sir...aap zinda hain?" she shouted again. The darkness of the night crackled with her frightened voice.

No reply.

"Maan sir....aakri iccha toh batake jao!" she yelled.

"AAAAccccchhhhhhooooooo" she heard a loud sneeze behind her. She wheeled around and looked at the thunderstorm on his face. He had managed to get back on the bridge as silently as a prowling jungle cat.

He was dripping wet...and his clothes clung to his body revealing his perfection. Geet felt her throat go dry....He looked drop dead hot. The tempest raging on his face however eradicated any other thoughts from her mind.

"I am really sorry....I didn't mean to..." she stammered.

The droplets of water slid down his cheeks and hair. His cap lay floating in the stream below. He took a step towards her. She gripped the rails of the bridge hard.

"Aakri iccha batoon?" he barked.

"Zaroorat nahi hain sir...aap bach gaye..." she murmured.

"Batkismati se na?" he growled.

"Aise kyun keh raho sir?" her voice fizzled out.

He took two more steps forward. Now his face was inches away from hers. His wet clothes skimmed against hers. His breath came on her face and heated her cheeks more. The anger in his eyes was hellish.

The were standing close....extremely close....She saw the drop of water that clung to his lashes.

"Kissing distance.." Geet thought to herself miserably. But there was no such emotion on his face. Instead it was streaked with fury.

He suddenly moved back...and "Aaaaaccchhhoooo!" he sneezed.

Geet realized that he had caught a cold. His wet clothes and the chilly night wind aggravated his condition. Geet felt guilty.

"Sir...Ek minute...." she said.

He looked up at her and to his horror he saw her unbuttoning her shirt.

"Geet kya kar rahi ho?" his voice was on the edge.

"Aapke kapde geele hogaye hain....Aapko yeh shirt de rahi hoon..." she replied and continued unbuttoning her shirt.

Maan let out a breath seeing the white undershirt that came to view when half her buttons were undone.

She pulled out the shirt and handed it over to Maan.

"Yeh lo sir...change karlo....Warna aap aur bemaar ho jaoge!" she concernedly told him.

"Ironical....'Dard bhi tu ...Dava bhi tu....' " he sneered while peeling off his wet shirt.

Geet stood there transfixed. Her eyes were running amock seeing the marvellously sculpted body. The right dents...and the right sturdiness. She couldn't bear to look at him any longer. She faced away...staring hard at the cool waters trying to forget the hot bodyscape...

He tapped her on her shoulder...."Ghar chale? Maine God ko promise kar liya hain ki tumhare saath long drive pe kabhi nahi aaunga....Its Fatal!"

She couldn't respond...her voice seemed to have gone holidaying to Timbaktu. She just looked down and began walking down the bridge. Maan followed.

They qiuetly walked upto the car and got in.

Geet drove to her house without a single word. Maan kept looking at her..."Why is she behaving like a zombie?"

She stopped outside her house...."Sir...aapko tea ya coffe chahiye?"

Maan shook his head in negative.

"Accha hain...kyunki mere ghar pe toh sirf Horlicks hain..." she muttered.

Maan glared at her. He wanted to go home immediately....His pants were soaking wet still.

"Good night sir...take care." She strode off to her house.

Maan shifted to the driver's seat...."Long Drive ke itne saare risks hote hain mujhe pata nahi tha! Nahi Long drive ke nahi ...iss badimaag Geet ke...Isse to placard apne gale mein lagana chahiye..'Danger Zone. Contact at you own risk!'...Ufff!"

His car sped off to the Khurana Mansion.

love
pallo

Do leave comments...please. I know the part was horrid...but still...

Edited by livelygal - 15 years ago