the voyage next part link pg 16 1/04 - Page 3

Originally posted by: basicquestion1

love ur short ff😉

it's awesome.

i'm getting worried as to what maan has planned for geet.

ofcourse he wants her to come out of her shell and live a free life once again but has he thought about what he thinks of her. if he leaves her, it'll take her to an all time low of her life. the facial injuries won't mean a thing then.

waiting for more maaneet scenes.😍

Originally posted by: PurplePetal

Loved it truly...

And no idea on still where our Maan is taking our Geet?😕

Well this will be a surprise considering no precap...

And Geet has many issues i see...more of her not trusting herself and that the relationship is still very raw....

and Maan's had ants in his pants, but you need to speak the truth.....

but I dont think that will need to happen because he already has geet where he wants her...and she cant help her self..

the butt part was priceless and the kissing...

the ending was so sweet and unexpected...but AMAZING...

Geet you rock...

Thanks for this FAB OS..and i love the title😉

Originally posted by: egrat94

👏Amazing update👏

"He'd reasoned it this way. If it had been his sister holed up in Monte Carlo in a dead-end job'going nowhere, distanced from her family'he knew Brij would have stepped in.

Of course, there was another part of this reasoning that could not include some fictional sister and his brother-in-arms. He was attracted to Geet'intrigued by her too. She had always been different, and now she was all grown-up he wasn't ready to let go of her yet. 'you can yell at me all you like,' he told her as she swore

Like the way maan wants to take care of Geet (but not as a fictional sister) and protect her

'I could arrange an introduction to my design team—if that's what you want?'

Of course his thoughts would be all practical. There could be no talk of love and marriage, horse and carriage. 'that's very generous of you Maan.' And she meant it. How many people had taken a chance on her? Maybe it was time to pick herself up, she'd raced again—she could take back the rest of her dreams.

'we might even be able to involve you in one of the few projects.'

Oh, he knew just how to work her. But there was no harm in finding out more. 'I'm listening…'

'lets go inside.'

The decision was made, geet realised as they turned their back on the sea. Maan had baited the trap and she had walked in happily—but there was more than a piece of cheese at stake here. Maan was a practiced seducer, while she had a heart so full of holes thanks to him it was like a sieve. 'will you let me off the next port?'

'you could hop off when we reach Suez Canal, I suppose'

Geet's mouth formed a question, but no sound came out, and before she could demand and explanation, maan said coolly, 'Perhaps you'd better sleep on it—lets talk tomorrow. There's plenty of time Geet,' he added when she looked at him blankly. 'this wont be a short voyage. I'll have one of the stewards show you to your suite of rooms—'

'my suite of rooms? So you knew I'd stay?'

Of course he had. Maan wasn't noted for his careless gestures—more for his exploits in the business world and the bedroom, which he executed with the same icy precision. And she had briefly thought he was an easy going childhood friend? A lot had happened to Maan since then—things she didn't know about or understand.

That ice pick was bouding off his heart again, Geet mused as Maan walked away. So much for banishing the nightmares—'Maan—wait'

'I have things to do Geet.'

He didn't even break a stride. He just called back to her over his shoulder and kept right on walking.

'stay Geet.'

'what do you think I am—a dog?'

'ill send the steward.'

She gave chase. 'what things do you have to do Maan? You were ready to take me back to shore in the helicopter a moment ago.'

'yes I was, but you made that unnecessary—and now its too late.'

She hung on to his arm like a terrier to a bone. 'the least you can do is talk to me—tell me where we're going.'

'im taking you somewhere you always wanted to go.'

Delhi?

'tell me,' Geet insisted as the land of her dreams took shape in her mind. Maan's homeland had always conjured up images of palaces and fireworks and elephants—and hellishly good looking princes called Maan—

By this time maan was halfway down the stairs and she surprised herself with just how fast she could fly down a flight of stairs. 'why' she demanded, leaping ahead of him. 'why have you done all this?'

'because the time is right and because I might need you again.'

She didn't like the sound of that. 'so you think I might be USEFUL to you?' the kiss must have been a tryout that left him cold—a ruse to distract her while the yatcht slipped out of its berth. And that hurt.

'being useful is bad?' he said, lips pressing down as if he couldn't work this one out.

'no. it isn't bad—but when you want someone to do something for you, its usual to ask them first rather than assume they'll fall into line.'

He thought about that for a nanosecond. 'no time,' he said. 'some things just have to be executed and then discussed later.'

'I am not a thing Maan.'

His brow rose as if he were surprised at that.

She gave up. 'youre impossible.'

'so I've been told.' He agreed. ' but I am serious about having a design job i think you might be interested in—and you could start by looking around this overstuffed wedding cake—'

'you don't like the dcor or the yatcht?'

'what do you think?'

There was the glimmer of the old Maan there. No reason to go easy on him, though. ' you didn't have to kidnap me to get my thoughts on your yatcht.'

'ill ignore the dramatic flourish. Firstly, I didn't kidnap you—you came on board of your own accord. And secondly, you can ofcourse sulk for an entire voyage, but I wouldn't recommend it.'

Geet ground her jaw. It had been too long since she had played this type of mind game with Maan—she was a little rusty. But Maan and delhi—not to mention that promise to meet with his design team. Was she going to cut off her nose to spite her face and give the plastic surgeon another headache?'ill do it,' she agreed. 'ill take the look around your yatcht—but only on my terms.'

'which are?'

'you treat me with respect and pay the going rate—as an interior designer,' she added hurriedly before he could get any other ideas. 'ill look at the project first and then ill decide if I want to become involved.'

'okay.'

Okay? That was it? Geet blinked. But then her mind cleared and she realized that back in Monte Carlo Maan had asked her why her design career had gone up in smoke and instead of making fun of her for losing her confidence he had done this. And as much as she wanted to yell at him for manipulating her, she couldn't help but be a little thrilled that life and Maan had finally given her the challenge she had been looking for. This might even work out—just so long as she kept everything in proportion and accepted that this was Maan helping a childhood friend out of a hole and nothing more.

So, her decision was made—there was nothing to stop her dipping her toe in the water—

Her toe? Heck, this was full naked-body immersion, Geet realized, seeing Maan's lips tugged with satisfaction as he walked away. She only had to touch her lips and feel how swollen they were to know how far out of depth she was. Maan was certainly determined to take her on a voyage of discovery.

But he was also giving her the chance to pick up the pieces of the career she had loved…

'madamemoiselle?' a steward dressed in immaculate whites distracted her. 'may I show you to your quarters madamdemoiselle?'

Why not? In for a penny, in for a few billion pounds… 'thankyou,' she said smiling wryly as he led the way.

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Precap- in the room – MAAN!😳

ooohh laaa laaaaaa 😆 sooooo what happens in the room ... oh well i guess i just have to fast forward it coz you guys are not interested right?? LOL....🤣

hope the precap is enough to make you imagine things vividly.. haha

Love,