'You and Me..never!'(Maaneet FF)pt 24 Pg 144 - Page 72

Yohooo...Vini , Sana...Brij Bhootnis...where are you????

Oyyeee Pallo!!..Mein yahaaaaaannn hoon...😉😆

Okay you know i HAVE to start on Brijjy...😆

Aww he's sucha a sweet brother! I'd actually thought that in your FF Brij was Geet's cousin bro..so that's why i thought he liked her..but you meant it as "brotherly love"....🤣

Yaar looks like pura parivaar loves Horlicks huh.....I mean Kya..? Brij with a horlicks mug for himself..??..🤣...I find it funny to imagine Brij drinking Horlicks..see him as the chai type of person..Anyways..his fashion fundas came in handy...😉😆 ..Love this line,

"The last image she saw was Brij waving his hand and silently wiping off a tear with his scarf."

Originally posted by: Blueberry_07

Oyyeee Pallo!!..Mein yahaaaaaannn hoon...😉😆

Okay you know i HAVE to start on Brijjy...😆

Aww he's sucha a sweet brother! I'd actually thought that in your FF Brij was Geet's cousin bro..so that's why i thought he liked her..but you meant it as "brotherly love"....🤣

Yaar looks like pura parivaar loves Horlicks huh.....I mean Kya..? Brij with a horlicks mug for himself..??..🤣...I find it funny to imagine Brij drinking Horlicks..see him as the chai type of person..Anyways..his fashion fundas came in handy...😉😆 ..Love this line,

"The last image she saw was Brij waving his hand and silently wiping off a tear with his scarf."

Woot woot..His TALWAR ka JALWA makes an entry.......🤣

Okay now on a much serious note,

I love the brotherly love angle you brought in with Brij..He's really nice..Can't believe NT did such a thing..!! Then again it's expected when she has always been like that...So Geet has to run away...Hmm i loved how she was so excited to run away..Reminded me of Geet from JWM...😆 😆... (A question, by any chance is that one of your fave movie..?)

She was so cute! Packing her bags..and then making a stopover outside Maan's window on his pipeline.......😆 She is really unpredictable! Love how she said she always dreamt of that in her love story..but looks like it became the other way round...😆 😆

Oh yes forgot to mention, i love that line of Maans'..."Dream right"...😆

Very nicely written Pallo! 👏 The way you potrayed the emotions of Brij and Geet when they were parting ways...and how sad Geet was in the bus...And you write Poems as well..? That was good girl! 👍🏼 Esp the linking of it to the title of your FF...:D

Wow you caught that haan..."Horlicks Family rules!"

Brij's fashion fundas are followed even by my garderner bhaiyya...he is sooooo famous. Couldn't help adding his scarf😆😆😆

And bang on! I love JWM.....My Record of watching this movie is the highest amongst ma friends...65 times🤣🤣

You didn't miss the dream right na gal???? I was wondering who would notice that bit...Naughty gals having naughty thoughts think and dream alike🤣

And thanks for liking the poem....😆😆😆

Glad that you commented Vini had been waiting.😉

luv
pallo

Pallo di!!!!! UPDATE KAHA HAIN????
oh and btw I love JWM too. lol. and i also saw the Dream right bit but kya haina Maan ne aisa kaha aur meri fantasies shuru ho gayi toh isiliye comment post karne ki waqt hi nahi mila 😍

wooow..... lovely .... please continue when u hav time....

Originally posted by: loveangle_4ever

Pallo di!!!!! UPDATE KAHA HAIN????
oh and btw I love JWM too. lol. and i also saw the Dream right bit but kya haina Maan ne aisa kaha aur meri fantasies shuru ho gayi toh isiliye comment post karne ki waqt hi nahi mila 😍

Mere bhi shuru ho gaye the...waise working on the update...it is getting tuffer by the days...time tied and etc. etc.......

Originally posted by: Tressa

wooow..... lovely .... please continue when u hav time....

will definitely continue...sweetie
stay tuned
luv ya

ha ha yeh bahane choro aur update do. 😆

Hello gals.....I know update was a bit late. Sorry gals....Was busy. Neways...this part is a transition so the feel will be the same...but I assure you the story is going to definitely progress rapidly from here. So enjoy this mindless fun while you can😆😆😆

K...here you go.

PART 19

"Tumhe madad chahiye?"

Aman looked at the girl from the corner of his eyes. She was pretty in a superlative way. She was dressed plainly in a off white chudidaar and had her baggage with her.

"Aman...stop checking out the girl. A thief is running away with your luggage and you are busy letting your eyes run over some chick...Preposterous!" he thought to himself.

"Arre...chor chor chor....." his voice boomed shattering the tranquility of the night.

Geet looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Did he think that if he stayed stuck to one spot and called out to the thief...he would come skipping back to him and hand back the bags?

She rolled her eyes....Here she was agreeing to help but phew! The world had an abundance of chauvinistic men. And what was worse...she always managed to find them around.

She neatly stepped out of her slipper and aimed it at the scarpering snatcher.
The well heeled slipper found its mark and hit the back of the man's head whose knees buckled immediately with unexpected force. Aman saw him fall and sprinted towards the fallen thief with Geet tailing him.

He scooped up his bags and glowered at the man. Geet waiting for a downpour of abuses to fountain out, but they never came. She looked at the guy curiously and when she realized that he wasn't going to say anything to the man she bent down and retrieved her handy slipper.

The man got up and threw a look of deep loathing at Geet and scrambled off.

"Oh! Hello hero! How about a courteous 'Thank you'?" Geet addressed him.

"Thank You" he told her in a strangled voice.

A soft yet familiar chuckle made Geet turn towards the bus she had just alighted from. They were standing in the lonely Bus stand and she had seen the driver of the bus go in the direction of the hotel. Who could it be???

She let her eyes dig into the darkness and saw a shape comfortably seated on the roof of the bus where the luggage had been previously loaded.

"Maan!" she squealed in delight recognizing that whiff of perfume.

Maan sat there on top of the bus his shoulders dancing lightly to the tune of his laughter.

"Maan tum wahaan kar kya rahe ho?" Geet asked him in sheer disbelief.
The night couldn't get more weird...was Maan actually sitting there or was she hallucinating.

"Arre kya woh sacchi mein wahaan baitha hua hain?" she looked questioningly at Aman who was busy staring up at Maan.

Aman just nodded dumbly. He hadn't recovered from the shock of his bad being stolen , a girl helping him to get his luggage back...and now he was seeing a man sit on the bus like some unreal spiderman. What the hell was happening?

"Geet....great shot!!!" Maan shouted out to her between his chained chuckles.

"Maan...neeche utro..." she told him.

"Geet, itne raat gaye tumhe koi sone ke liye jagah nahi dega...tum bhi upar aa jao..." Maan ended his laugh and seriously told her.

Geet looked at the guy standing next to her "Chal phut le khote....Aur thank you bolna practice kar "

Aman grimaced at Geet and stomped off.

Geet happily tossed her bag skywards and Maan easily caught it. She ran to the ladder and climbed it up at a pace that monkeys would be jealous of.

"Tum yahaan? Kaise ? Kab? Kyun?" she blabbered and sat down next to him on the bus roof top.

"Bataoonga...magar first...Let me salute you. That was the most accurate slipper-shot I have seen in my life!" he grinned at her and lifted his hand to a voluntary salute to her for the first time.

"Group Captain Khurana Miss Geet Handa accepts your acknowledgement that she is way superior than you...."

"Limitless Ego...." Maan smirked.

"Agar hum dono shuru ho gaye to kabhi kahtam nahi honge. Toh batao tum yahaan kaise?"

"Jab tum chali gayi mujhe laga main sapna dekh raha tha..Magar kuch der ke baad ehsaas hua ki sab kuch asli tha. Isiliye main bus stand chala aaya....aur tumhe is bus pe dekh liya. Magar bus full ho gaya tha...toh main luggage ke saath upar baith gaya....." he smiled.

"Magar tum mere peeche aaye kyun?" she looked at him wonderingly.

"Geet, Main tumse pyaar nahi karta...toh yeh toh nahi hua ki I don't care for you. I would be the biggest jerk on earth to let you go off to some unknown destination at the darkest hours of the night like this. And anyways....some one has said...'I'll be back so soon you won't have time to miss me' ...so here I am!"

"You have been watching twilight series?" she rejoiced openly.

"Not watching...reading." he corrected.

"From when?" she egged.

"You remember I caught you watching Eclipse that day at work....after that I just picked up the book to check out the content....I must say unrealistic stuff."

"Unrealistic stuff.....there we go again. Mogambo reloaded!" Geet gave a dramatic sigh.

"Waise Geet...I never imagined that a day would come when I'll sleep under the stars, yet above the ground..." he looked into the velvety firmament dreamily.

Geet smiled...he looked heavenly with the moonlight on his face and that gleam in his eyes.

"That too with you..." she wanted to add but resisted.

She tossed her bag and lay down flat staring into the night sky.

"Waise...I forgot to ask. In the first place why did you leave Delhi?" Maan too lay down next to her.

"They were going to force me to get married " she whispered.

"Oh the runaway bride...wow!!!" Maan smiled.

Geet had never seen him smile this much in the span of one night.....but a freaking eventful night. She feared that is she saw more of his smiles she would be rendered loony. His smiles had that fatal effect on her.

Soon enough she heard him breathing peacefully. He looked so vulnerable and lovable when asleep. Geet adjusted her head on her arm so that she could see his face. Her hair teasingly caressed his face and Geet noticed the faint smile light up his face. He turned around in his stupor and let one arm stretch. Geet moved away to give him space. Despite the energy-sucking night she felt wide awake....

She stargazed at him , letting her eyes feast over his greecian profile.

She noticed him rub his arms against the biting wind. Instinctively she removed her dupatta and covered him with it. The immensity of this small gesture tugged at the strings of realization in her heart that love was indeed the greatest feeling in the world.

She closed her eyes her ears still ringing with Maan's voice..."Dream right!"
Sleep at last embraced her......

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The morning was fresh and the radiant sunlight washed over the sleeping duo. Maan rubbed his eyes and forced them open. The golden rays were blinding him and their effulgence was adding to the vibrancy of his honey-brown eyes. The happenings of the night came back to his memory making him take a deeply needed gulp of fresh air.

He looked around him. It was a new morn. They both were still on top of the stationed bus. He looked at Geet who was fast asleep on his outstretched arm. Her soft cheek was squashed against his firm muscles. He admired the delicate finesse of her features....She was extremely beautiful. He noticed that her dupatta was covering him securely.

A hard jerk threw her on him. She awoke with a gasp. The driver had started the bus and they had to immediately get off. But both of them were more aware of their position. She was on top of him...her whole body covering his powerful one. Their breaths were rushed and abrupt.

It felt like a momentary explosion of fireworks.

Their proximity was dangerously sizzling. She turned a hue of pink...she could him pressing against her.

"I love it when you go that colour but Geet those are my keys...not uhm uhm..." he joked.

Geet inhaled a dizzying amount of his rich masculine smell at his words and shifted her position hastily. His words short circuited her entire system. She was sat up and opened fire....

"Listen Ego Champ! If you are under the impression that you can read minds than I must sadly break the news to you that YOU CAN'T ! So don't jump to flighty assumptions...."

"Assumptions...maybe. But accurate enough!" he slyly insisted.

"I swear Maan...I will murder you with this pink colour!" she hissed.

"Later on sweetheart...Now we have to get off this bus before we go right back to Delhi and subsequently to your blasted marriage venue..."

"Don't sweetheart me..." Geet bit back and picked up her bag.

They climbed down the ladder just in time before the bus started moving.

They looked around but the place seemed even insect forsaken!!!!

"Mujhe lagta hain hame chalna chahiye..." Maan thoughtfully informed her.

"Maine kab kahaan ki hame tairna chahiye? I have know hame chalna chahiye..." Geet piffled.

"Geet save the nonsense for later....We should go to the Army Base. I am sure they will give us a place to stay there."

"By the way Mr. Mogambo hum hain kahaan?" Geet eyed him angrily. His comment about her turning pink had blown her fuse. She hated to admit that he could have that magnetic spell on her.

"Ambala" he offered and began walking.

Geet ran to match his pace.

"Mogambo main tumhari tarah gorilla nahi hoon ki itne bade bade steps leke chal sakoo. Thoda aahiste chalo..." she fumed loudly.

Maan froze midway in his walk and wheeled around "Tumne mujhe Gorilla kaha?"

"Haan maine ek ghamandee gadhe ko gorilla kahaan. Tumhe toh khush hona chaiye...It is promotion in the ladder of evolution "

" I am sure you are well-informed about your species. Isiliye you could identify me...." he sneered back.

Geet blew her loose hair off her face and made a face at him.

"Kyunki bolti band Miss.Theeki Mirchi..." Maan instigated.

"Speaking to people much above your intelligence strata is a sheer wastage of time, Mogambo!" Geet supplied.

"I am glad you decided to stop speaking to me. I am honoured that you think me far above your intelligence quotient. I must day this is the only right assumption you have made in life I guess!"

"Aaarrgghhhh!" Geet rolled her hand into a fist and punched Maan hard in his stomach.

Maan hadn't seen this coming. He was completely taken by surprise and let out a loud 'ouch!'

"You deserved it..." Geet dusted her hands after completing the task.

"Agar Pyaar dikhana tha toh aise dikhaati..." Maan recovered from the punch and pulled her close sealing her cheek with a burning kiss. Geet stood there numbed to the toe-nail.

"See there you go...all pink again!!!" Maan mercilessly pointed to Geet's flushed cheeks.

Geet seethed mentally. This was getting too much. Maan's touch got her hyperventialting to such an extent that she could no longer control the rush of the hue on her cheeks.

"Maan waise tumhare kapde kahaan hain?" Geer asked him. Her brain was rapidly brewing a conspiracy to get even with him.

"Main kuch leke nahin aaya hoon" Maan remembered his hasty drive to the bus stand.

"Koi baat nahi...hame yahaan bus stand ke bathroom mein fresh ho jaana chahiye....Come on. The war will continue after that....Okay?" she suggested sweetly.

"Magar mere paas pehen ne ke liye kuch nahi hain " he frowned.

"Don't worry. Mere bag mein galti se Brij bhaiyya ke kuch kapde aa gaye hain. woh tumhe fit karenge. Ab chalo...."

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Maan eyed her jumpy walk and decided that something evil was in store for him surely. This manner of Geet precisely announced 'trouble'.

"Aise kya dekh rahe ho? Hum bathroom jaa rahe hain...Jahnum nahi!"

"Pata hain..." he scowled. The sense of an impending doom was lingering around him.

They reached the bathrooms and Geet told him " Tum fresh hoke aao. Main kapde iss hanger pe rakh deti hoon."

Maan nodded and went inside.

Geet smirked at the closing door and unzipped her bag. She removed the needed clothes and left them on the hanger.

Maan was still fully clothed when he felt a shower of water drench him suddenly. A hose pipe was dangling overhead through the gap betweent the bathroom door and the ceiling. He was dead sure that the hose pipe had been deliberately positioned there with a full-fledged purpose.

He was fully wet. "Geet tum kar kya rahi ho?" he yelled.

"Mogambo.........Happy dressing!" he heard her tinkling voice and her footsteps exiting the bathroom.

He rushed out to see the clothes she had placed on the hanger.

His face lost its colour and his eyes were on the verge of going blind with shock.

On the hanger hook was a pair of kurta and pyjama...XL size, baby pink in colour with cartoon flowers!!!!!

PS-gals seriously sorry for a short update again. Will honestly try to update longer and more sensibly next time

Love
Pallo



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