Celebrating 50 pages gals!!!! WOOOHOOOO!!!!
I am so happy!
Great...her next part is up...I know there is a lot of seriousness in this one...But please...try to accept it...cause other wise the story feels stagnant!!!!😆😆😆
K enjoy this part and do leave your comments...It is emotion packed🤣!
For the first time I sat down to write some serious stuff and it didn't turn out another comedy!!!
PART 12
Maan splashed cold water across his face. He could fell his fever melting away. He had actually enjoyed his time with Geet. She was a 'sweet calamity'.
That hug had been out of the blue....
But needed.....
FLASHBACK-
"Hey Maan...chal yaar...give me a friendship hug atleast...aakhir mein I am your only friend...." Sameer grinned at Maan.
They both were sitting and having their lunch in the Army Canteen.
Maan and Sameer had hit off at the first meeting itself. Coincidently they landed up being room mates and partners in their flying lessons also. They both were brilliant fliers....They spoke a common language- that of the air..........
Maan never felt the necessity to search for friendship elsewhere...He found it all in Sameer.His funny comments and great sense of humour kept Maan's smile alive. During their lessons...Maan had never seen anyone who could equate with him as much as Sameer. They were like two hearbeats in one heart.
"Itna sentiment kyun phenk raha hain?" Maan had laughed and nudged Sameer.
"Dekh Maan jab main nahi hoga na...tu pachtayega....Friendship mein express karna chahiye through hugs and smiles.....It keeps the journey sweet..." Sameer toyed with his food and told Maan seriously.
"Flight lieutenant Sameer Kaul...Air Chief Marshal want you in the head office immediately." The orderly interrupted them.
Sameer rose to his feet and gave a quick side hug to Maan and left.
The day progessed at sonic speed. The academy had wanted to test their latest fighter jet and had chosen Sameer for the task.
That night Maan had looked with tears into that night sky into which Sameer had merged....
Sabne kaha Dosti ek Dard hai,
Humne kaha Dard kabool hai
Subne kaha is Dard ke saath Jee na Paogay
Humne kaha teri Dosti ki saath Marna kabool hai.
He had opened his diary and scribbled..." Army men have no right to make friends...cause you never know who may never return..."
The rest of Maan's journey in the Air Force had been alone....he trusted and lived only with himself and his lonely shadow.
Maan reached for the white towel placed on the hanger. Geet's concern and genuine sorry had reminded him the feeling of being cared for...It was warm! That ice-cream pact had broken through his fortified world and had forced him to accept the friendship she was offering....this was not the Army world...things were more predictable.
Sameer's last words to him...."Friendship mein express karna chahiye through hugs and smiles.....It keeps the journey sweet..." had triggered him and made him reach out to Geet and hug her.
He smiled remembering her sneeze....He had given her a strip of those D-COLD TOTAL tablets that she had got for him.
It was a new dawn....something he had never thought will grace his life again....
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"Whom are you speaking to?" Geet entered his cabin.
"I am fixing a date for you with Lucifer in the nearest Kabristaan..." he sarcastically commented.
"Whoa!!! Why the attack???" she asked him cheerily.
They had been getting along fine...two weeks had passed since their ice-cream pact and Maan had been most responsive. Geet had seen the noticeable change in him...he smiled more....and laughed more...those sarcasm dripping comments were *choo mantar*
She wondered what she had done to grace herself with this taunt.
"Didn't you tell Kulraj and gang that I can't shake a limb...and that when music is turned on my tapping of the legs feels as if I am having some incurable disease..." he growled.
"Oh! That....Well it is the truth Maan. You can't dance...I have seen your weird movements to music...You can't dance even if you life depends on it...." Geet stepped back.
He was in a serious fit of rage. His jawline was angled to indicate fury.
"And did you tell the whole staff to change their ringtones unanimously to 'Pappu Can't Dance Saala'?" he took another step towards her.
"I swear...that isn't true...I never asked them to do that...." she took a step closer to him in a reassertive tone.
"Right....you didn't tell them to do that and Osama never blew up WTC!" Maan carried on.
The silly giggles and blaring tunes of 'Pappu Can't Dance Saala' had broken his strings of endurance. He had confronted Kulraj about it and received a "Sir, Geet's idea!"
Maan was irked. His friendhip with Geet was increasing rapidly...however he never wanted to give her a free reign to destroy his respect at their workplace.
"Why are you behaving demented...after all it is mere Ringtone..."
"Aimed at me...!" Maan hissed.
"The return of the Mogambo..is it?" Geet's temper was rising now.
She had indeed told them that Maan couldn't dance...but she was totally unaware of their plan to use that particular ringtone. Maan was taking the matter too seriously. He should just go outside and order them to change their tones ...give them a sharp behaviour check and let the matter solve.
And yet here he was fuming and blaming her for all this.....She couldn't tolerate it.
"Listen Geet...you may be my friend and all...but that doesn't give you rights to make a public joke about me...."
"Forget it Maan!....You are just behaving like a ego infected Baboon!" she labelled him.
"Am I?...and you are behaving like a mindless and insensitive buffoon.." he countered.
"You are breaking our Ice-cream pact and shouting at me...being horridly rude...." Geet reminded.
"To hell with your ice-cream pact....I will not tolerate people laughing their asses off at me..." Maan was livid.
Geet blinked slowly...his words..'To hell with the ice-cream pact' were slicing her heart. She had been positive that their friendship would never go sour. And here...Maan was ruining it all....for a measly prank.
"If you are so affected by it....prove it 'otherwise' to me..." she challenged.
His eyes flashed dangerously...he walked to the desk set his cellphone on its stand and clicked some buttons.
Geet felt him roughly pull her into his grasp....She was stunned. His cellphone sang away....
Kahin to.. kahin to
Hogi wo,
Duniya jahan tu mere saath hai..
She felt his finger tips scorching her waist through the thin material of her dress. His eyes were sparkling impossibly with anger and something else...something that she couldn't quite place...
Jahan mein, jahan tu,
Aur jahan, bass tere mere jazbaat hai,
Hogi jahan subah teri,
Palko ki, kirano mein,
Lori jahan chand ki,
Sune teri baahoin mein..
(Jaane naa kahan wo duniya hai,
Jaane naa wo hai bhi ya nahi,
Jahan meri zindagi mujhse,
Itni khafa nahi..) - 2
His moves...the litheness of his steps, the elegance of his movements sizzled through her senses forcing her to move closer to him. He twirled her away....with the force....She gasped. He was dancing to kill...
Saasein kho gayi hai kiski aahon mein,
Mein kho gayi hu jaane kiski baahon mein,
Manzilon se raahein doodhti chali,
Kho gayi hai manzil kahin rahon mein..
Kahin to, kahin to,
Hai nasha..
Teri meri har mulaqaat mein,
Hoton se, hoton ko,
Chumti, o rehte hai hum har baat pe,
Kehti hai fiza jahan,
Teri zamin aasmaan..
Jahan hai tu, meri hassi,
Meri khushi, meri jaan…
(Jaane naa kahan wo duniya hai,
Jaane naa wo hai bhi ya nahi,
Jahan meri zindagi mujhse,
Itni khafa nahi..) - 3
Her pulse was throbbing....and her mind seemed to unable to differentiate between the passionate dream about the dance and this reality strewn dance...
He pushed her away at the fade of the music...."There you go...My answer to your challenge...."
His eyes were still spitting forth fire....There was none of the passion that she had visualized in her dream. All she saw was the wicked gleam of a 'Task Done!'
She felt lost..."I am sorry..." she muttered and rushed out of his cabin to gather the pieces of realization that had been showered on her.
Maan saw the end of her dupatta disappear...he had this dooming feeling that things had gone bad....
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"I will not let you do that..." he growled.
Geet stood up defensively...."See Sir..." she grated "I will participate in that race even if you don't allow me....So why not make use of this chance and bag the prize money for the company....We need the money. We cannot afford Angad Khanna only with our Company resources...we would land on the streets. This race will enable us to afford him...after all he is the best..."
"It is not a must...we could get some other singer....I am sure...for a more reasonable amount..." Maan pushed his hands deeper into his pocket.
"Why don't you understand Sir? This is not any ordinary event...we ahve been hired to arrange entertainment for the International Media Conference. We have to get them the BEST! And Angad Khanna is that..."
"But there is no necessity for you to take part in that race......it could be life-threatening..." Maan looked worried.
"So what? I want to take part...either you sign that application and let me take part from Company side...or I'll get an individual entry...." she warned.
Maan sighed!
The Khuranas had been hired to arrange entertainment for the International Media conference. Geet had been insisting on getting Angad Khanna the most popular rockstar of all times to do a concert for the conference. Angad Khanna's monetary figures were very high. It wasn't that the Khuranas couldn't afford it....It was just that if they roped in Angad...the finance for their upcoming boutiques would be sucked off. And the boutiques were scheduled to open in the coming month. Maan had been in a fix.
Geet had heard about a car race being held in Ring Road in Delhi...the prize money exactly covering Angad's charges. She had been pestering Maan to let her participate from the Company's side but he was being difficult.
He picked up the pen and scribbled his signature....
They were still not on speaking terms. A four days had passed since that dance and Geet had completely withdrawn into a shell of professionalism. Maan felt highly depressed...He wanted things to be right again....
"Here you go..." he handed her the signed sheet.
"Thanks...I wont let you down..." she said stiffly and marched off.
Maan buried his head in his palms...he had some serious apologizing to do...He reckoned he needed a mug of Horlicks now!!!
Love
Pallo
PS- Dont kill me after this part....🤣
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