MORE PIYA- THREAD 2 - UPDATE pg 145 - Page 64

Maan arrived at terminal C! Empty. He was sure now she must be at terminal D. He have checked every possible terminal. The word luggage went completely out of his mind, or why he was out here at the first place.

'Excuse me?' geets heart almost stopped. She slowly spines around with the heavy heartbeat. She fearfully in a snail pace twists her neck before the frozen body. From corner of her eyes the Gray shirt started to become visible. A luggage resting comfortably in his hard golden brown hand. Her concentration went directly at the name-GEET HAND. A glow appeared on geets face.

'My bag' She slowly whispered with excitement. The bag was like a heat that melted her frozen body. She jumped with joy. A sudden energy covered the small body to charge her self to the priceless luggage. 'oh my bag' she snatched without any question, without any knowledge about how disappointing her reaction was.

The man opposite in fear took few step back.
'I couldn't thank you enough.' geet smiled at the elderly man. 'you have saved my life.'
'I am glad you are happy and happy with the special thing that's inside.'
'it's my love, my life. Something very special from the person I love.'
'not everyone is lucky to have this type of present. I am sure thousands years of happiness lies ahead.'
'I hope so to.' Geet with hope replied.

Geet took her luggage and started to walk towards the exit. The heat splashed geet's face like water. She inhaled the dusty air with cough and rushed towards the taxi.


Maan pushed the door open of the train and ran towards the help desk. He is to late.

Every second clicked in a snail pace. His heart wasn't concentrating at work at all. Everything felt miserable. The voice was buzzing in his head. An unwanted desire, that he have to see the face. He needs to here that voice again.

End of the day, maan made his way home. Anny sat quietly in middle of the room while Sam blabbing something at her. He looked least interest & walked in to his room. Landing on a plain sheet of cloth. Which seems like his bed. He looked at the ceiling. Helplessly.


James stood in middle of his luxurious room, wearing a black tuxedo. After-all its his first non-working dinner with miss 'geet Handa' he whispered in his English accent.

Like a gentle man, James arrives fashionably early. He dare not miss anything about geet. He wants to drink every second with her like a sweet honey. Capture every gorgeous glamorous evening with this woman. His sea blue eyes gazed from one corner of the hall to another.

The world freezes with geets aroma. The whole world becomes breathlessly beautiful. A sweet smell, the comforting is unexplainable. A sudden rush of hormones covers his body. The feeling of complete.
A mere word is despicable in front of the beauty geet posses.

A rush of golden air caught James at his place. His goddess body froze amongst the crowed like a statue. A smile covers the corner of his pale polished lips. A line formed under his eyes from the pressure of the thin layer of cheeks. Indicating his amusement. He glides his left hand in to the pocket of his black trouser, and slowly spines around in front of the entrance door.

'hello there'

A sweet sharp voice almost snaps geet's soul out. She took three steps back in her red high hill and shockingly with big brown eyes she looked back. The hand came straight across and rested the long palm over the chest to sooth her heavy breathing heart.

'how-how did you know?' geet wondered. She drank the saliva from her mouth to relief the thirst.

'did I scare you?' James teased.

'of-course!'

Geet gave out a disturbing glare at James and walked passed to an empty dinner table. The hall was busy. Filled with verity of foreign people. She swiftly took her sit before James can come and help like a gentleman. She did not like his attitude. His every reaction was only directing to-I-want-you-on-my-bed. That was far from happening.

Geet eyed James while they took there time looking at the menu. He didn't look up even once. Was she presuming he wants to be with her?-must be.

'anything you fancy?' James questioned. In great concern he looked at the menu. From the facial reaction geet received the hint, that nothing was interesting. Like she barely cares if he eats or not.

'I was wondering the same.' Geet quickly replied. She had no answer. Her one half of the mind was still lost at the airport voice while another half rooted, waiting impatiently when she will be able to run to her room and sleep dreaming about maan. Having his photo in her arm, having him next to her.

'I think-roast turkey with fresh vegetable sounds fine.' James suggested.

'anything' geet replied.

James closed the menu flowed by geet. He looked at the waiter who was standing few foot way in the usual black and white formal suit.

'may I help you sir?' the waiter asked quitly.

'yes'