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"What was happening to him? Why was he thinking this way about GEET? This girl will drive him totally insane one of these days" - MSK
He was disturbed, freaking disturbed. And confused, almighty confused.
Who is this girl? What was happening to him? Why was he "feeling" at all? Maan Singh Khurana is not an emotional fool.
'Why did you cover me with your shirt and rest my head on your shoulder?" - Geet
God, give me a break woman. Here I am, with my heart in my eyes not knowing a thing as to why I was driven to do that except my care and concern.
But if you ask me why I care, I would not know. It just matters to me. Every single thing about you matters to me. Your tears, your fears, your laughter, your joy, your anger, your playfulness, your childishness, your innocence, your outlook on life, your philosophy, your naive outlook on life, and so many little things that may not mean anything to you but turn my world upside down.
A thorn that pinches you leaves its indentation on my heart. A breeze that chills you freezes my dampened palms. A bee that stings you cripples my soul. Yet you ask! You ask me why I cover you? How can you?
"Please don't call me or don't come near me" - Geet
What the hell does she think of herself ordering me not to come near her or call her. ME! What the hell is wrong with her?
Do you know how ridiculous that is!
Can the swallow stay away from the song? Can the eagle stop soaring in flight? Can the morning dew stop drifting towards that blade of grass? Can the irises become detached from the eyes? Can there ever be a tropical rain without the hailstorm? Can the sparkle be missing from the diamonds? Can anything stop a tempest from hitting the horizon?
Nothing, absolutely nothing can keep him apart from her for too long....
He was disturbed, freaking disturbed. And confused, almighty confused.
Who is this girl? What was happening to him? Why was he "feeling" at all? Maan Singh Khurana is not an emotional fool.
'Why did you cover me with your shirt and rest my head on your shoulder?" - Geet
God, give me a break woman. Here I am, with my heart in my eyes not knowing a thing as to why I was driven to do that except my care and concern.
But if you ask me why I care, I would not know. It just matters to me. Every single thing about you matters to me. Your tears, your fears, your laughter, your joy, your anger, your playfulness, your childishness, your innocence, your outlook on life, your philosophy, your naive outlook on life, and so many little things that may not mean anything to you but turn my world upside down.
A thorn that pinches you leaves its indentation on my heart. A breeze that chills you freezes my dampened palms. A bee that stings you cripples my soul. Yet you ask! You ask me why I cover you? How can you?
"Please don't call me or don't come near me" - Geet
What the hell does she think of herself ordering me not to come near her or call her. ME! What the hell is wrong with her?
Do you know how ridiculous that is!
Can the swallow stay away from the song? Can the eagle stop soaring in flight? Can the morning dew stop drifting towards that blade of grass? Can the irises become detached from the eyes? Can there ever be a tropical rain without the hailstorm? Can the sparkle be missing from the diamonds? Can anything stop a tempest from hitting the horizon?
Nothing, absolutely nothing can keep him apart from her for too long....
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