OS: Let's Play A Game

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Dadima and Geet were sitting in the garden of the Khurana Mansion. Of course her khadoos boss, the "Almighty" Maan Singh Khurana, had to finish the blueprints of the Lonava Apartments tonight. But where the heck was he? Earlier, Dadima had rolled out the welcome wagon instead of him upon her arrival. She kindly informed Geet that Maan had to go back to the office because he left an important file there. So now here she was, waiting in HIS house for HIS return. *Sigh* How badly she wanted to watch today's special maha episode of Drashti Hui Sabse Ladli, but saara plans per paani pher gaya.

Painfully pushing that thought aside, she focused on Dadima. "Acha hua ki tum yaha agayi beta. Bohot din ho gaye hain aur tumhare saat theek se baat tak nahi hui. Maan is not much of a talker you see and at times it gets so boring around here." "Does that man even take care of you?!" she blurted out without thinking. She bit her lip. Of course he does. Sure he was as rough as sandpaper on the outside (his gorgeous stubble for instance *wink wink*), but she had witnessed far too many times the warm-hearted man he truly was deep within.

"What to do, he is BORING sometimes," Dadima restated rather loudly, for out of the corner of her still 20-20 vision eyes she noticed her dear grandson had returned and was attempting to eavesdrop onto their conversation. Silently chuckling as his face transformed from aghast to pure rage, he almost barged in to give his dear granny a piece of his mind when he saw Geet. He hid himself behind a nearby pillar and continued listening to the blabbering of the two most important women in his life.

Geet was completely oblivious to his presence. "You know what Dadima, you are absolutely right. Forget laughing, he can't even smile properly, sadu kahika," rolling her eyes. They looked at each other knowingly, and started laughing.

"Haha sorry Dadima, mein to masak kar rahi thi. To bataye, aap ko kya karna hai?" "Antakshari chalega?" "ANTAKSHARI??! That's my favorite! But I must warn you, I am a pro at it." "Good, because so am I!" Maan smiled, amused at the sight before him. Let's see if Ms. Hoshiyapur Express can defeat her.

"Re Dola re dola re dola'" and Geet pitched in, "re dola haye dola dil dola man dola re dola. Lag jaane do najariya, gir jaane do bijuriya, baandhke maein ghunghroo, pehenke maein paayal, oh, baandhke maein ghunghroo, pehenke maein paayal, ho jhoomke naachoongi ghoomke naachoongi" Both started dancing the dola step that Aishwaria and Madhuri did in the movie while laughing their butts off. Maan couldn't help but laugh along silently at their silly antics.

Suddenly Dadima howled in pain, "Ohhh my back!" "Dadima!" Geet screamed while holding her as best as she could. Oh no. What do I do? Where is Maan sir?! As if on cue, Maan bounded straight for them. He frantically asked, "Where does it hurt Dadima?" "Beta, can you both help me to my room. It really isn't too bad, I'll feel much better if I lie down for a while." "Dadima, please. Let us call a doctor to make sure everything is alright," Geet spoke. Arre Geet beta, sara plan chaupat kardogi, Dadima muttered quietly. Maan aur Geet ko milane na jaane kitne raaste dundne padte hain, aur jab ek moka mila hai toh bas'kuch to karo Baabaji. She gave a pleading look to the sky. Maan had heard and seen enough from his cunning granny. His eyes narrowed dangerously as he asked, "Kuch kaha Dadima? You know, you really don't look so well. Geet's right. I'll call the doctor posthaste. Don't worry. We'll be right in front of you as he fixes you up, ok?" "NAHIII!!!" "DADIMAAA!!" Geet shouted frantically . "Mera matlab hain ki mein bilkul theek hun, please mujhe sirf mere room tak pachvao. I'll be alright after some much needed rest." Geet looked at Maan in worry, while he nodded back curtly before both proceeded to help his grandmother to her room.

Both of them held her back steadily as they were walking to their destination when their fingers touched each other. Pure electric currents jolted between the two. Geet's breath constricted heavily and Maan's heart beats rang loud in his ears, deafening him. As much as they wanted to pull apart, they couldn't in fear of dropping Dadima. Blushing profoundly, both parties finally let her rest on the bed. After Geet confirmed that she was comfortable, she left, while Maan followed her. But he quickly peeked back into the room and saw Dadima wink at him, with mischief twinkling in her eyes. He rolled his eyes and smiled at her, and left.

Both walked down the hallway silently, quickly stealing glances at one another. He finally broke the silence. "Thank you for helping her, Geet." "What is there to thank me for? She is my grandmother too you know." Maan's heart swelled with joy upon hearing Geet saying that. She lightly blushed and kept staring at the ground. They had stopped moving by then. After more silence, Geet looked up to see him staring at her with an unreadable expression. Then he advanced towards her in his trademark slow predatory gait, while their eyes remained locked. She started moving backwards in synch with his approach till her back hit the marble pillar. She was completely sandwiched.

He placed each of his hands on either sides of Geet's waist so that she couldn't escape. Very slowly, Maan leaned into her face and whispered, "And what about this 'dusht danav'? Isn't he yours too?" Her voice died in her throat. Holy ravioli, did he just say what I thought he said? Geet thought. He smirked, took his left index finger, and slowly, agonizingly trailed it from her wrist'up her arm'past her shoulder'to the nape of her slender neck. Uncontrollable tremors shot through her body as she closed her eyes. Her ragged breath became a dead giveaway to her inner emotions. "Hmm, let's play a game," cooed Maan in her ear. "I'll give you 30 seconds to hide yourself. If I am not able to find you under 10 minutes, then'"he trailed off suggestively. "Then?" she barely managed to choke out, her eyelids still tightly shut. "Then," grabbing her hand, "you will win and your reward will be to kiss me," he trailed her fingers over his cupid's bow shaped lips, "here." Geet's breathing grew heavier and her chest rose up and down rapidly. "And if I manage to win," he gave a deep throaty chuckle, "then I will have to reward you'by kissing you, anywhere I want," he spoke devilishly whilst rubbing both of her goose pimpled arms up and down with his callused hands. That dusht danav! "B'but,"

"But what honey?" Hearing the word "honey" would have made Geet fall on floor due to lack of oxygen if Maan hadn't held her tightly to himself. She finally opened her eyes and gazed at him in awe'and love. "Shh, love. Now close my eyes," he spoke. He brought her hand over his face and closed his lids. His long lashes moved, tickling Geet's palm.

"1'..2'..3," he started counting. Oh my god, what should I do?! Such much yeh dusht danav hai, he is going to win either way! Not comprehending anything else, she ran off. After searching around frantically for a decent hiding spot, she spotted a window covered by white curtains. Bingo. She ran and buried herself in them and away from Maan's line of vision. Breathing heavily, she plastered her warm forehead to the cool window and took a breather. She was quite certain that there was no way he would find her here. As she glanced through the window, she looked up and saw the moon beginning to peek out of a small patch of cloud. She was mesmerized with its beauty and continued staring at it.

Geet smiled to herself. All I can do is to avoid him. I can't go to him, oh but I want to so much. Her heart and her body always betrayed her whenever Maan was nearby. Her longing for him increased exponentially at every passing day. How much she yearned for him to be close to her, his sinful touches, his comforting caresses, and his care and concern for her, and only her. Softly, Geet closed her eyes and Maan's handsome form immediately materialized in front of her. Baabaji, how long has it been since I've been in love with this man? Geet's eyes suddenly snapped open. The echoes of footsteps were heard in the hallway. The steps stopped moving after a moment then went off in a different direction, which was followed by a long pin drop silence. The curtains were then roughly yanked apart. She didn't need to turn around to realize who it was. She could already feel his hot intense gaze burning into her back. "Geet, I've found you," he mumbled quietly. He smirked.

"Now the question that remains is, who won?" Maan whispered to the exposed part of her back, his warm breath causing her lower stomach to quiver in anticipation. "Hmm, Geet. Whom do you think should give the reward to the other?" He held her shoulders and turned her around to face him. He lifted her chin ever so gently, coaxing her hazel eyes to connect with his molten dark chocolate ones. They met. She could see his eyes shining brightly and realized who won the game. His long fingers skimmed into her silky hair and pushed her entire being into him. Geet couldn't help it; a small smile crept up into her face, which didn't go unnoticed by Maan. "You look beautiful when you smile like that, Mishti." Geet shyly traced her fingers over his rock hard chest before entwining them around his neck as she looked deeply into his eyes, right into his soul. And that was all he needed to know from her before he slammed his lips upon hers in a very passionate kiss. They kissed long and hard, nibbling and brushing each other's lips over and over till they became swollen. Holding each other very tightly, they gasped for air'then pulled each other together again for another round.

Sowwie for any mistakes, I did not edit😳

I probably made many mistakes with the hindi parts so no jhootis plz!! 😆

Please also do checkout my first OS, Hum Aapke Hain Kaun:

https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/geet-hui-sabse-parayee/1699263/os-hum-aapke-hain-kaun-last-part-pg-6-pms-later