OS: Hum Aapke Hain Kaun? Last Part Pg.6 PMs later!

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The sound of tablas from the cassette player could be heard echoing all over from the terrace of a small but beautiful house in Shimla. chaan chaan chaan chaan went the bells of the ghungroos of a 19 year old girl as she gracefully turned 9 fast circles on her left heel and ended the piece with both of her hands in the air. Her brownish hair was put into a French braid. Her silver jhumkas swayed with every brisk movement she made. Sweaty with her chest heaving up and down from the intensive workout, she finally ended her practice session by performing her namaskar before taking off her ghungroos. Oh how she loved dancing. She had been into Kathak for as long as she can remember. The freedom, the feeling of power, tranquility and peace at the same time and the flow of rhythm'ah it was utter bliss.

"Geet!" Someone suddenly yelled from downstairs. "You are going to be late for college beta, hurry up! I made your favorite aloo parathas."

Geet smiled. Her Daadu always took such good care of her. She had lost her father when she was at the tender age of seven. But even after so many years, she remembered him and how kind and caring he was. He was just like his father, her Daadu. Her mother worked in a bank. She would often stay overtime to make both ends meet for her family, so Geet didn't see much of her, but whenever they did, it was good times for the family. Daadu always had a great knack for cooking, and mind it, whatever he concocted in that kitchen would turn out splendidly. Hence, today's recipe was aloo ke parathas. "Ayi Daadu, mujhe sirf do minute dena!" She grabbed her necessary things and went into the bathroom. She came out after 15 minutes, wearing this:

"Chalti hu Daadu," she said after making quick work of her breakfast. Giving him a swift peck on the cheek, she grabbed her keys before heading out the door. "Ah, good morning to you too, Princey," she addressed her approaching bubble-gum pink scootie. Hmm, perhaps I will see him today. Upon reaching college, her two best friends Vicky and Pari immediately pounced on her. "Geez, you're almost late again. Challo, before Einstein eats us alive!" Pari exclaimed. The troop reached the auditorium just in time for the start of the lecture. Einstein, as they "affectionately" termed their biology professor, truly did look like the infamous mathematician with his salt-and-pepper hair protruding in all directions from his noggin.

Everyone hurriedly took their seats. After 10 minutes--"Maan bhai? What is he doing here?" Vicky whispered. Geet's head snapped up upon hearing his name. She saw him approach them through the corner of her eyes. He plopped down on the seat directly next to her. Her cheeks swiftly flushed to the color of her scootie as she looked down, barely paying any attention to what the professor was talking about. "Hey guys, hi Geet" he spoke quietly. He was looking straight at her. "H-hey," she stuttered in response, finally looking at her eye candy. Maan Singh Khurana. The elder brother of Vicky. Nice, caring, understanding, and with a muscular chiseled body of a Greek God to boot. And his face. Oh gods. His full M-shaped lips that melted her knees, his slight stubble that she wanted to run her finger pads over, and the most interesting part, his unreadable molten dark chocolate eyes that she could swim for eternity in. Maan gave her a small lopsided grin as the others gave each other knowing looks.

"So Ms. Handa if you aren't currently busy, would you care to tell me what the answer is?" Einstein suddenly barked. Geet tore her eyes away from him as she realized she had been caught. Oh no. Crap. What was he asking? She hastily stood up, and in the process, knocked over her water bottle which rolled down the ramped auditorium floor to the front. Just great. "Urm'"

"Endoplasmic reticulum." Maan side-whispered to her quickly. "Uh, its endoplasmic reticulum, sir."

"Correct, but next time pay attention instead of getting the answer from your boyfriend, understood?" "Yes sir." Geet sat down, fully humiliated.

After class, Geet got up to leave, but couldn't, seeing as Maan had quickly latched his hand on to Geet's wrist. "I'm sorry that he pinned you on the spot like that. It was completely my fault." he said, looking down in guilt. "It's ok," she whispered before sprinting away in the opposite direction, leaving Maan dumfounded. Except for Vicky, he had known Geet and the entire gang since grade school. Though he had other friends, he occasionally hung out with them. They were nice people. But he was confused when it came to Geet. He always had this urge to protect her since the day he laid eyes on her. To make sure that she was always smiling and happy. He remembered the time when she was in 3^rd standard while he was in 6^th. Some boys and girls were making fun of Geet because somehow a piece of gum got stuck to her skirt. He was so furious that he pushed them all away with his bare hands and started beating up one guy for laughing while pointing at her with his index finger. He got in big trouble that day, but hell, it was worth it. Why did he feel this way towards her? It wasn't like he'd never seen prettier girls than her, but he always found whatever she said or did, innocently attractive. These feelings had intensified tenfold in the past four years. Snap out of it Maan, she's your younger brother's friend, he scolded himself.

So here's the first part. Please let me know if I should continue or just full stop right here😆