Meant To Be Together by Jake - *Part 2/Page 11* - Page 9

"Geet Handa?," asked Sasha. "You mean The Geet Handa? A woman? MK hates sharing stage with women, Aur Upar Se it's Geet Handa! Have you heard about her reputation?"

"Reputation? What reputation?," Pinky furrowed her eyebrows, as she glanced at her in confusion.

"Yes! Geet Handa is Mohinderlal's only daughter," continued Sasha. "Heard she lived in sin with this guy for years! She drinks and flirts and ' Oh, did you see her new candid photos? Unko Dekhe Ravan Bhi Sharma Jaai!" Sasha gave Pinky a dirty look. "Waisey Tumhe Kahane Se Fursat Miley Toh Tume Pata Ho Duniya Mein Kya Horaha Hai ' Pinky," she taunted.

"Aur Tumhe Gossip Se!," Pinky replied back.

"Haan ' Lekin Who Toh Sasha ' I mean, M'am Ka Favorite Time Pass Hai! Haina, Sasha M'am?", added Tasha.

"Tasha!," warned Sasha.

Adi heard the phone ringing. Ignoring the women, he went to his desk, picked up the phone and listened. "What?!"

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She lighted her cigaratte and took her first few puffs in hours. Then she tipped her head back, closed her eyes and willed herself to calm.

"I hate flying," muttered Geet.

"Who doesn't?," replied Josh.

Josh turned his head to look at the woman sitting next to him in the car. Geet Handa, he thought, The Heiress. He'd never seen anything more beautiful in his life. She was larger than life. Untouchable. Insuperable. Her face, almost mystically perfect, could rule any man's wet fantasy. Black, rich hair which refused to stay straight or curly. Almond-shaped eyes that hold secrets you are better off not knowing. If only '

"I know what you are thinking;" Geet interrupted his thoughts. She took another puff and turned her head to look at him.

"Oh really? What?," challenged Josh.

"If only we were together. If only you weren't ' gay," laughed Geet.

"Geet!" Shocked by her statement, Josh stared at her.

She patted his shoulder, making his blood pressure soar. "Don't worry, Josh. Tum Mere Secetary Ho. We are friends. Ab Is Mein Mera Kya Kasoor Hai Agar Mein Kisi Gay Ko Bhi Deewana Kardoon!" shrugged Geet and laughed.

"Of course not. It's never your fault," taunted Josh.

Ignoring him, Geet looked out the window. "So, we are in India, huh? In all these years, never thought the day would come. Why do I feel like ' like that I'm very close to my destiny?" she murmured to herself.

Suddenly, she had an idea. "Josh. Driver Sey Kaho Car Mode. Hum Hotel Nahin, Balke Khuranna Constructions Pehle Jainge. I think, it's time."

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"Yes. Yes. Thank you for informing." Adi hang up the call. "Oh, no! Yeh Kaisey Ho Gaya?," Adi think to himself. He looked at the three bickering women and shouted, "Shut up! Baz Karo!"

"How dare you to say shut up to me, Adi!" Sasha shouted back.

"Adi, It was Sasha's fault -," started Pinky.

"Pinky!," he warned. "I don't care. You guys are too much! I just got a call from Maan Sir's secetary. His flight got delayed. Ab Woh Aaj Nahin Balke Kal Arahe Hain!"

"Kal?," asked Sasha, then she started laughing. "Great! This is simply great!"

"Great? Sasha," sighed Adi. "Kal Miss Geet Arahi Hai Aur -"

Sasha kept on laughing. "Aur Kuch Nahin. Just imagine Agar MK Kal Arahey Hai Aur Woh Geet Bhi Agar Kal Arahi Hai Toh Humein Maan Sir Ko Yeh News Batani Hi Nahin Padi Gi and he will take all his anger out on that Geet! Wow! Kya News Di Hai Tumne! This is great!"

"Wow, Sasha M'am! What idea! So hot!," Tasha put in.

"I don't believe I'm saying this, but I have to agree with Sasha, Adi," added Pinky. "It's a good thing that both of them are coming tomorrow!"

Adi took a moment to think about it, and then sighed. "Theek Hai. Now, we should only pray that Humse Pehle Maan Sir Aur Miss Geet Ka Amna Samna Ho. Aur - "

"Uh, sir?," Preity burst in.

Adi looked at the woman. "Yes, Preity?"

"Uh ... Woh ... Maan Sir Se Koi Milne Aya Hai. Um ... they say they have an appointment."

"Milne Aya Hai? Preity Tumhe Pata Hai Key Maan Sir is not here!" replied Sasha, getting frustrated. She points her finger at Pinky. "Aur Tum! Tumne Appointement Kis Ko Di?"

"Kisiko Nahin. Jab Sey DD Gaye Hai, Unki Saari Appointment Hold Mein Hai!"

"Acha? Toh Phir -"

"Excuse me? Can I come in?"

Everyone turned to look at the woman who just entered. She wore a very elegant ice-blue suit. Her hair was black, somewhere between curly and straight - expertly cut in a shoulder-length style. Her skin was delicate, milky white. She had delicate features, offset by a very full and stubborn mouth. Her eyes were clear and bright; full of mischief. Their first and only thought was: Gorgeous.

"Lagta Hai Khuda Ney Badi Fursat Se Inhey Banaya Hai." Adi murmured to himself, and earned a spontaneous grin from the woman who did hear him.

The woman looked at Preity and smiled apologetically, "I was getting restless, so I followed you. I hope that's alright?"

"Who are you?," Tasha demanded smugly.

"Tasha! I think-," interrupted Sasha. "She is -"

"Don't worry Sasha M'am!" Tasha murmured against her ear. "I have everything under-control!" She looked towards the woman. "Dekhiye Aap Aisey Andar Nahin Aa Sakti. Aap Andar Aye Kaisey?"

"I'm sorry, but I came to meet Mr. Maan Singh Khuranna."

"Meet? I'm sorry. Aap Unsey Nahin Mil Sakti. He is not here! Please, leave, we are in a meeting here."

The woman cocked her head and lifted her eyebrows. "I can see that. Aap Key Maan Sir Waisey Hain Kahan?"

Tasha gasped. "How dare you! Nobody and I mean, nobody dare ask where Maan Singh Khuranna is! Waisey Aap Hoti Kaun Hain Poochne Waali?," asked Tasha.

"Aap Key Maan Sir Ki Partner," she informed. The woman extended her hand to shake. "I'm Geet. Geet Handa."