Passion..Passion..lets Find Solution:Updted ideas PG1 - Page 14

Here's another scene from my fic - a little long, though. This is the day before the wedding and Dadi prohibits him from seeing Geet because it is inauspicious to see the bride the day before their wedding.

Maan waited till Dadi had gone to bed and stealthily walked up to the outhouse. He dragged a ladder to her bedroom window and deftly climbed up. Thankfully the window was open. He parted the curtains and peeped in. He squinted his eyes but could not make out anything in the dimly lit room. He climbed through the window and took a step towards the bed when he was stopped in his tracks by her endearing drawl.

"Oh Maan, you look so cuuuuute, Mmmmmmwahh."

While he was pleased to be welcomed with a flying kiss by his lady love, he sure was not flattered to hear her description of him.

'Cute?' he thought to himself, 'How dare she calls Maan Singh Khurana cute?'

He was about to intervene and admonish her for using such a sissy term to describe him but was stopped again by her words.

'I looove your chubby cheeks too! Mmmm...waahh..."

While all the flying kisses she was bestowing on him were getting him warm, the words that preceded them left him fuming.

'Chubby cheeks?' he asked himself as he pinched himself. 'She considers these chubby?'

Oblivious to his thoughts, she continued.

"And these plump thighs. I simply looove them."

He looked down at his thighs in disbelief. 'Plump thighs? How can they be, when I do my tai-chi sessions twice a day?' he wondered. 'And wait, she thinks my thighs are plump and still loves them? Has she gone crazy?'

He opened his mouth to deny her assessment of his physique but she was in no mood to stop.

"And that piece of cloth you are wearing barely covers you. I can see part of your ...." she burst out laughing without completing the word.

By now Maan had turned red in embarrassment. He was mortified that she would comment about his ..... He looked down at himself, wondering whether she could really see what she was claiming to see through the track pants he was wearing. As he was closer to the window, he was bathed in the moon light whereas she was still in the shadows. So he couldn't be sure where she was and what she could see.

He jerked his head up and bellowed crossly, "Geet! That's enough!"

Geet, who was in a giggling fit, was stunned into silence on hearing his voice out of the blue. She quickly leaned across the bed and switched on the bed lamp. Seeing Maan standing next to the window, she got up from her bed in a start and exclaimed, "Maan!What are you doing in my room at this time of the night?"

"I... er..." he fumbled for words and suddenly struck by a thought he decided to take the battle back to her court."First of all tell me why are you pretending to have just noticed my presence in the room when all this while you were staring at me and making fun of me?"

"Staring at you and making fun of you all this while? How long have you been standing at the window?" she asked suspiciously, knitting her eyebrows in annoyance.

"Long enough to hear all your adjectives to describe my face and physique." he said grumpily."How can you refer to Maan Singh Khurana, your future husband, as cute with chubby cheeks and plump thighs? Do I look like some comic character?"

Geet finally understood the reason for Maan's anger. Laughing at his misunderstanding she said, "Yeh lo! You thought that I was referring to your present looks? I did not even know that you were in the room till now."

"I heard you address me as Maan. You cannot bluff me, Geet," Maan wagged his finger at her.

"Oh yes, I was referring to Maan but not you."

"What do you mean?" he asked in a confused voice.

"I was referring to him." she said and picked up a picture which was lying near her pillow.

He snatched it from her hands and examined it closely. It was a picture of him when he was a three-month old baby clad only in his white napkin.

"I was talking to my sweet and cute baby Maan," she declared.

"Where did you get this picture?" he asked flapping the picture in his hand.

"From your family album which Dadima had shown me yesterday. I couldn't resist stealing this one. You looked so chubby and cute back then," she said and snatching the picture back from him, she kissed the baby in it once again.

Maan is jealous of the kisses that his baby picture was getting from her while he himself was getting none. So he looks at Geet glumly.