FF: Hum Tum Part 3, pg 5 - Page 4

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Maan had arrived at the office early. He wasn't able to sleep the whole night. Whenever he closed his eyes, the smiling face of Geet playing in the rain would appear in front of him. He kept on tossing and turning but to no avail. Finally he had given up around 5am and had decided to get ready for work. After returning from his morning jog, he had bathed and was all set for office. But when he had reached, he realized that he was extremely early, with an hour to go before his staff arrived.

"Koi baat nahin… At least wohh pagal ladki mera dimaak to kharab nahin karegi…Pehle apne liye coffee banata hoon…"

Feeling happy as he could control his feelings, he sauntered into the pantry and made himself a cup of coffee. Taking the container of sugar, he recalled how Geet had put 5 cubes in his coffee one day. A smile formed on his face as he remembered how scared she was at that time… Wait phir se?? Ooff yeh ladki… mera picha kyon nahin chodti…Damn it!

Just then he heard the tingling of bangles and looked in the direction of the sound. Geet had just walked into the office, wearing a black salwar kameez, her hair tied again… Hamesha baal tie karti hain…. Khule kyon nahin rakti? Maan shook his head clearing his heard away from thoughts of Geet.

Geet stopped short in her tracks as she felt someone's eyes on her. Looking up, she saw Maan staring at her, one hand holding a cup and the other, a cube of sugar. Did he realize how silly he looked?

"Good morning Sir." She spoke, hoping to make things as normal as before between them.

"Huh?? Haan… Good Morning. Tum… yahan?"

Geet slapped her forehead as his ridiculous questions. Walking up to him and standing merely inches away from him, she answered," Sir… main yahaan kaam karti hoon…

"Kya? Haan…. Of course tum yahaan kaam karti hoon… Mera matlab… Tum yahaan itni jaldi?"

"Wohh kal raat…" She stopped short as she realized what she had just said.

At that moment, Maan realized how close she was. Those mesmerizing eyes, those rosy cheeks, those full lips….

Maan looked away and took a step back. His breathing had become ragged from her closeness. Anger rose in him and he slammed his hand that held his cup against the coffee table, shattering it to pieces and cutting his hand.

"Maan!! Kya ho gaya hain aapko?? Koi aise glass ko todta hain??"

Taking out her dupatta, she tore a piece away to make a bandage. "Haath dijiye"

"Chup... Bilkul chup… Haat dijiye…" Geet shut him up with such an authoritative voice that he had no choice but to comply. Gently blowing on the wound, she wiped the cut on his palm and temporarily bandaged it with her duppatta piece.

"Yeh to bohot gehra ghao hain… Yahan first aid box hoga? Haan mere cabin mein hain… Chaliye Sir… Main chot pe dava laga deti…"

Maan sighed in exasperation at the irony of the situation. She was the one hurting him and now she's the one healing him. Seeing that she had already walked into her cabin, he follow suit.

Taking the first aid box out of her drawer, she made a sign for him to move towards the table. Maan simply followed her instructions as he knew that if he did otherwise, she wasn't going to like it… and why he never bothered to say no… God only knew. This girl made him do things that he never did. It made him angry and happy at the same time. He leaned against the table and just observed as she moved about the table gathering the necessary items.

Taking out the temporary bandage made out of her duppatta, she gently cleaned the blood stains away with wet cotton. Each time she wiped at the cut, she would blow gently which was creating havoc to his senses. He had to fight the urge to grab her there and then and tell him how much she affected him. Holding on to the table with his other hand, he shut his eyes as he fought his emotions from within. Strangely, the cut in his hand wasn't even hurting a bit. Her presence around him was what caused him to feel agitated every time.

"Bohot dard ho raha hain?"

Maan opened his eyes to find her looking at him with concern. Those eyes… made him crazy. And the way she was looking at him, made it even more difficult to control his feelings. Unknowingly, he lashed out at her grabbing her shoulders and pulling her close.

"Haan Geet Haan! Dard hota hain… takleef hoti hain mujhe…. Kyon Geet… Aisa kyon hota hain…"

Geet shell-shocked by his sudden outburst simply stared back, feeling extremely afraid of him for the first time. There was pain and anger in his eyes. And also tears.

Why was he tearing?

"Ji..Mai…main… nahin jaa... janti… Lagta… hain…ki….ki aapka ghao bohot gehra hain… isi…isiliye…"

"Gehra to hoga hi… Tumne jo di…" he stopped short as Geet shot him a questioning look.

Realizing that he was holding her, he let go and without saying anything, left her cabin and walked straight into his own one.

Maan rocked himself in his chair, hoping to clear all thoughts of Geet away. He massaged his head slowly to relax himself. He had gone too far just now… he shouldn't have said all those things to her. It wasn't her fault now was it?

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