Maan dug up a blanket and lit a trio of bamboo torcheres to add atmosphere and discourage bugs. By the time Geet spread out the feast, half the blanket was covered.
"I thought you said you got pasta," commented Maan. "Whats all this food here?"
"You can take a girl out of Punjab......." She began to gather a selection for a plate. Makai Ki Roti, Paneer Tikka, Dal Makhni and some good old Tandoori Roti.
"What is that?"
"Its Paneer Tikka. Some vegetables and Paneer grilled on a Tandoor..... You've never had this before?" she said when she read his expression.
"Can't say I have."
"You fear it."
"Maan Singh Khurana does not fear anything and fear is a strong word. I have concerns."
"Don't think about it, just eat." She held the loaded fork to his lips. "Open up, you coward."
He winced a little but bit in. The combination of flavors - salty, smooth, mildly sweet - hit his taste buds. "Okay, better than I expected."
"What do you plan to do next?" Maan asked as they ate.
"I have always wanted to study. Do something." replied Geet. "I wanted to show the world that a girl from Hoshiarpur can also make it big. I want to get some experience and then later on maybe open up a school for girls like me."
"I can help you with the school. You know that."
"Yes Maan, I do. I just want to find my liking first. And you have always been my strength. I hope you understand."
"Understood and agreed. Now, with the business talk out of the way," He leaned over to kiss her.
Geet leaned over the picnic debris, linked her arms around his neck. "Maan?"
"Yeah."
"If I eat another bite of anything, I'm going to be sick. So...." She leaped up, grabbed his hands, "Let's dance."
"About that. My plans were to lie here like a dissipated Roman soldier and watch you dance."
"No, you don't. Up, up, up!"
"There's just one problem. I don't dance - atleast your kind of dance."
"Yes you do and you can."
"I don't. Did you ever catch Seinfeld? The TV series?"
"Of course."
"Did you see the one where Elaine's at this office party, and to get people up to dance, she starts it off?"
"Oh yeah." The scene popped straight into her mind, made her laugh. "That was bad."
"I make Elaine look like Jennifer Lopez - especially with the Bhangra"
"You can't be that bad. I refuse to believe it. Come on, show me."
Those gold-rimmed eyes showed actual pain. "If I show you, you'll never have sex with me."
"Absolutely false. Show me your moves, Mr. Khurana."
"I have no moves in this arena." But with a heavy sigh, he rose.
"Just a little boogie," she suggested. She moved her hips, her shoulders, her feet.
"You asked for it," he muttered.
He moved, and could swear he heard rusty gears with mismatched teeth grind and shreik. He looked like the Tin Man of Oz, before the oil can.
"Well, that's not..... Okay, that's really bad." She struggled to swallow a snort of laughter, but didn't quite succeed. The disgusted look he shot her had her holding up her hands and stepping quickly to him. "Wait, wait. Sorry, I can teach you."
"I don't want to learn."
"Bull. Anyone who has your kind of moves horizontally can have them vertically. Here." She took his hands, set them on her hips, then put hers on his. "It starts here. This isn't a structured sort of thing, like a waltz or a quickstep. It's just moving. A little hip action. No, unlock your knees, it's not a goose step, either. Just left, right, left. Shift your weight to the left, not just your hip."
"I look and feel like a spastic robot."
"We'll worry about the feet later. We're starting slow, and smooth. It would even be sexy if you took that pained expression off your face. Don't stop!!"
She did a quick inward spin to her back pressed into him, and lifted an arm to stroke it down his cheek.
"Oh, well, if this is dancing."
Laughing, she spun back again so they were front to front. "Sway, a little more." She wrapped her arms around his neck, lifted her lips to a breath from his. "Nice."
He closed the distance, sliding slowly into the kiss while his hands ran down her back to her hips.
"Feels like dancing to me," she whispered.
"Yeah. Oh yeah. Can I just say something first?"
She trailed her fingers down his chest, smiled at him. "Go ahead."
"Two things, actually. Oh God," he managed when she lifted her head, and looked at him. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. And at this moment? I'm the luckiest man in the known universe."
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