Maaneet Scene-Wishful Thinking & Mo Upd 9/09 p147 - Page 82

Wht was that..

Originally posted by: zerro

oyeeee vrushali kya likha.menu dil chura liya!!!!!!!!!!bas mai kya bolu, tusi bare maazaki ho, bare maazaki ho🤣🤣🤣seriously it was very nicely written👏

oh...thank you thank you ji...

Originally posted by: mchopra

Wht was that..

after pg 99 this..ok u have lost it pakka..

KI changi punjabi haegi ji..mazaa aagaya padhte jogi..

MMM..good one but cont the last one na..
The truth one i am dying to read more of that..

hmm tonight..another update..

Vru, I could feel the angry and frustation building up in maan as he heard geet's story u depicted it soo well in the update and then the twist at the end of geet's mother so half the truth is still unsaid, i wonder for how long

Originally posted by: rushtrip

okay will read..

Updated the appreciation thread to include the marketing team. Let me know if it needs editing.

Vru....very entertaining part yaar...😆 poor Maan..stuck at a wedding....!! N Geet is hilarious as always...!!

This is for Nargis, Revathy and... FAZ...who had wanted to indulge in some wishful thinking...

Healing Wounds? - Based on the precap..today...1st September 2010

It had been a nightmare, relived. He thought he was going to lose her and he had fought them with all he had. The rage, the terror gave him an adrenalin rush that made him see black. He was enraged at himself for listening to her. They should have stayed in the car, hell they should have gone back to Delhi. This had been all wrong. All wrong.

That had been the last thought before he had fallen on the ground, he had fought all of them but he had sustained injuries himself, some wounds. But Geet was safe; she had not come to any harm. He will never let her come to any wrong. He had heard Geet scream and come to him and he remembered her soft hands trying to break his fall but she was too slight to take his dead weight.

He did not remember anything beyond that. The first thing he realized when he came to was pain, in his arm, on his chest, on his thigh and leg. He tried to move his head but it hurt too much and he winced. But pain took over him and he became unconscious again.

Geet had seen red the minute she has seen him fall. He had fought valiantly, first with his bare hands and then he had gotten hold of a talwaar. He had stopped them from even coming near her, let alone injure a hair on her body. She felt protected, cherished the way he came in between every adversity that was destined for her. It should have been her who should be battered if not dead, but he had taken all the blows. He had incapacitated Channi's brother and his goons from killing her. Once again she owed him her life. She had to not just remember that but ensure that from this day forward, her every step would be for him, towards him, with him.

She had dragged him to a dry area, and found some hay around to cushion his head till she ran up to the car with a talwaar in her hand, just in case she found anyone lurking in the shadows that were deepening with the evening and the dark clouds. She found a blanket, some first aid supplies and their clothes. She also found the cellphone and had called Delhi to have Maan's brother come to fetch them via Nakul. She quickly took them and tended his wounds. She cut out bandages from their clothes and applied the ointment. She had seen him wince when she had put the Dettol on his gash on his head and had closed her eyes to lessen the pain she felt for him. It should have been her, she thought.

She had sat with his head on her lap rocking back and forth as she prayed to Babaji to let him gain consciousness. She feared they might come back with reinforced army and it would not be wise to stay here. She even thought of dragging him to the car but she knew she would not be able to do it.

After a few hours of her almost dozing off, she heard a faint voice and she alerted only to realize it was Maan, mumbling something. She put her ear near his lips to make out what he was trying to say when she heard her name as if he was calling out to her. She then saw him outstretch the arm which was not hurt and say, "Geet, mein tumhein kuch nahi hone doonga" and he was getting restless trying to move his limbs and wincing as the pain overcame him and he fell into a deeper unconscious state.

She kept her hand on his forehead to realize he was cold, cold as a stone. She then rubbed his hands and put the blanket around him, but after sometime he seemed to thrash about and dislodge the blanket. She then kept his head on the clothes there left after the lacerations were attended to and went to cover his legs and tuck the blanket around him. She was wondering how long it would be before help came as she leaned over him to ensure he was covered from all side.

Just then, Maan, sat up with a start, screaming her name. And on seeing her, right in front of him, he hugged her, with arms around her in a tight hug that threatened to crush her. Her arms had automatically come around him to balance herself as she was sitting on her knees.

He muttered deliriously, "Geet, geet, tum theek ho, tum theek ho, meine socha tumhein kuch ho gaya hai. Tumhein maar diya un goondo ne. Mein jee nahi paaonga agar tumhein kuch ho gaya. Mein bardasht nahi kar paoonga ek pal bhi tumhein mere saamne na paa kar." And he gathered her in more and more.

Geet responded with tightening her arms around him and said, "Mein theek ho, Maan, mein aapke saamne hoon, aur mein kahin nahin jaaongi aap ko chorkar." Tears welled up in her eyes and overflowed as emotions took over which she had kept in check all this while.

Maan then pulled back her head catching fistful of her hair and looked in her eyes.

"Don't ever leave me. Don't you dare ever leave me Geet," his eyes wild yet his voice had a calmness that told her that he was looking for assurance from her and in reply she kissed him. She touched his lips with hers to not just promise him but to let him know that he was more important to her than the very air she breathed. It was because of him that she even felt the fragrance in the air, that she inhaled the aroma of the earth, the melody in raindrops, the whistling in the breeze.

She kissed him to let him know that she loved him and she will walk to the end of the earth with him.

Maan sighed as her lips touched him, as if he had tasted the drop of life from the Holy Grail. Tasting her sweetness and taking in the supples lips. He felt when he died he wanted it like this, with her taste, for heaven was surely this magical.

He kissed her back with a frenzy he felt at almost losing her, of her being in danger. He slid his hand on down her back till he found the curve of her waist and gently laid her down beside him and he was above her, looking at her without breaking the kiss. He ran his hands on her as if to ascertain that she was in one piece and she had sustained no injuries. His hands returned to her face, running along her jaw and cupping it as he grazed her cheek with his thumb. He then gently let her lips go to look into her face.

He demanded in a whisper, "Open your eyes Geet, I want to see them and find myself there. I want to know you feel the way I do. Look at my eyes Geet, do they tell you something? Do they tell you how much you mean to me? How lost I would be if they do not see you? I need you Geet." He questioned Geet as he tried to find answers in her eyes and know he was not wrong when he had said that the other day that she did feel for him that she was as affected as he was.

Geet looked at him unblinkingly, mesmerized by the passion she saw in them. His eyes told her how much he had feared for her. How much he wanted her. How much he needed her.

She parted her lips and licked them before she formed an answer and saw Maan's eyes dart there and heard him groan. She started to frown when he murmured gutturally, "You drive me crazy when you do that" and kissed her, this time pillage into her mouth like a starved man who need this to live.

She moaned as he kissed him back with her hands running behind his back and sinking her fingers into him in passion that seemed unchecked as she wanted him now, right now for who knew what life brought them at the next turn and she had thought the worst when she had seen him buckle lifelessly to the floor.

She felt grateful that he had gained consciousness and was with her. She had felt elation at having him in her arms to hold him and she was never letting him go.

Maan then slid his mouth to the base of her throat, to feel her pulse with his lips, to assure himself that she was with him, alive and breathing. He nipped her neck as his passion took a stronger hold on him, leaving a mark on her. His hands clutched her hair in his enthrallment of tasting her skin, feeling the softness, the suppleness and the responsiveness. He had felt her pulse jump the minute his lips had touched it, leaping to meet him halfway, letting him know that she felt the same.

Dimly they heard footsteps coming towards them and Geet stilled, tensing in his arms and then breaking apart to take in her hand the sword that she had kept nearby in readiness to oppose whoever was there.

Maan was amazed at this woman who was so brave to fight whoever had come if necessary and also stood up with a little difficulty to stand next to her to face the adversity once again.

Was this nightmare never going to end?

Ah abs just one of those things..where she is not letting an opportunity to do something for Mann let go..and she is not going to let him go..is she now?

after all i think he is the only one...she has left on this earth who is hers..truly hers...she will do everything..to keep him with her...

now we will see..Geet as Shakti... his strength..

oh no i dont want dev to come...if he comes i am sure geet would kill him with the sword and maan would stand there looking and thinking did she just kill my brother wow what a daring woman😆😆😆😆😆😆😆