New SS: The Proposal note 148 (7/5) - Page 63

"My Dadi is awfully romantic." He smiled indulgently. "I would like to give her the impression that this is a love match. A whirlwind romance... let people assume that we are so much in love that we can't wait to get married."

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PART 5

6. The Confrontation

Maan grinned as he sat back in his chair eagerly expecting to see a ruffled Geet. It was amusing to see her miffed, and all the more exciting to coax her out of it, provided she could hold on to being "set things right with you Mr. Khurana" mode until she reached him. He chuckled, she was such a sweetheart, so generous in spirit that she never could hold a grudge for more than few minutes. The last few weeks since they had started dating, he found that he enjoyed being with her. He liked the grace that was present in each and every action of hers, the poise and elegance that made every male head turn when she entered the room, her quick wit and even her attempts to hold on to her so called logical thinking. He frowned at the thought. She was so in love with her ability for reasoning and thinking like a business professional, that it was almost as if she was deliberately trying to supress her feminine instincts. The very fact called on to his primitive protective instinct, the need to pamper and fan that supressed femininity, the desire to see her come alive with passion. Lately he found that it amused him to get her riled up, so that he could indulge her and in the process himself by soothing her. The gift was another attempt at it and he was so pleased it had the desired effect...

He couldn't wait to see her. So ignoring her order to stay put, he got up from his chair to walk towards the eleator to welcome his 'soon to be open' fianc. He had just reached the corner when he heard the warning ping of the elevator door opening. The welcoming pleasure of his sense told him that it was Geet. His legs hastened to reach her, yet...

"Mr. Khurana, didn't I ask you not to leave your cabin?" he heard her accuse. No not him, which only meant..

"Hello Geet!"

Oh Oh! This was definitely bad. Since he was here beyond her line of vision her words were meant only for one other person. He could now see Geet grabbing a fistful of his brother's shirt and with a pointed finger under his nose start her tirade, "you can keep the pleasantries," she shifted her index finger from beneath the nose of a bewildered Yash who had jerked his head back to see Geet in sherni mode."I want an explanation for your gift."

Maan saw Meera bearing down on them from the other end of the corridor and hastened his own steps to almost a jog to avoid Geet facing further embarrassment.

"Gift?" he heard his brother's confusion.

"Yes gift!"Geet with her 'let me show you who is the boss' attitude was in no way ready to back down or even to look beyond the person she had gotten hold of to see the real culprit a few feet away from her. Nor did she see Meera . "What were you thinking sending me that sexy get-up? That too, to my office?"

Maan breathed out an expletive.

Yash's mouth rounded on an "O" in shock before that saucy smile so similar to his brother's transformed his face. His eyes shifted to his brother's, eyes starting to fill with merriment as his brain solved the puzzle of Geet's accusation. He was about to set the matter right when Meera gently disengaged Geet's hand from her husband's coat lapel. Rubbing her hand down his chest soothingly yet possessively she tilted her face to his, "Do tell me Yash," she said sweetly, "why should my husband send sexy dresses to someone other than his wife?"

"Yash?" Geet asked horrified , "You are not Maan?"

"Afraid not." Yash said with an unrepentant grin. He nodded towards Maan, "There he is...the one whose ears may start to vent steam any moment now!"

Geet flicked a quick glance at him and flinched, all the heated air going out of her. She bowed her head , chewing her lower lip , taking a breather while she decided how to proceed.

"I need to talk to my fianc," he towered over her.

She quickly turned towards Meera, taking hold of her hand. "I'm so sorry Meera for the confusion. " Anything to help her avoid facing the furious Maan was welcome. She looked at Meera, who nodded her head more in sympathy than acceptance. "But you have to accept it was a natural mis..."

Maan didn't let her finish but simply scooped her up in his arms and carried her off. "What are you doing? Put me down." She squirmed. "There is a perfectly logical..."

He glared down which made her pause before mumbling, "... explanation." She squirmed again finding the eyes that widened at the sight of him. He just tightened his hold bringing her body into closer contact with his. She breathed in deep, softening in his hold, her arm lifting to circle his shoulder. He sighed. Couldn't she realise how instinctively she responded to him and use the same to differentiate between him and yash? So much for her so called reasoning ability!

"A logical explanation!" he mocked, finding that he was becoming more and more irritated by the very phrase. "Why doesn't it surprise me that you would have one? I am all ears."

"Maan.."

"Not now. I would like to hear your reasoning in private."

Now why did she feel there was an underlying threat in his words. Something that made her shiver. But by then had reached his office. He put her down and turned to bolt the door. She tried to ignore her rapidly beating heart by straightening her skirt and adjusting her jacket. As she tried to project her calmness by pushing back her specs and smoothening her hand over hair, she noticed that he had even pulled down the blinds completely enclosing them in total privacy. That done, he just turned back to look at deliberately letting the silence stand, a ploy to make her more restless. She cleared her throat, "I guess under the circumstances my objection over your gift loses it's impact."

"You mistook Yash for me." his words echoed in the room.

"Well... you see.."

"AGAIN" he stressed.

Heat flared in her eyes. "You make it sound as if I do that deliberately. In case you haven't noticed it yet, your brother is the mirror image of you. It is hard to tell.."

He just waved aside her excuse, "how do you think we will convince anyone of our whirlwind romance, if you keep confusing me with my brother?"

"Perhaps if you wear name tag.."

"Oh humour! Perhaps an attempt to lighten my mood?" he advanced towards her like a lion stalking it's prey.

Her hand automatically raised itself to push at her specs and she gulped, but refused to budge. Though her courage impressed him, it added to his resolve to shatter her cool exterior and expose the passion within. To bring to life the burning passion that he alone could coax out of her.

"Do you know there is a pulse that throbs in your temple?"

"Really?"

"Yes." She reached her hand to touch him. "Does it appear when you are upset?"

"May be."

He looked into her eyes, making her caught in it's smoking depth. Tension brewed, with crackling energy, making them aware of each other and the supressed attraction that needed just a spark to explode.

The beep of the mobile brought her out of her trance. She realised her hands unconsciously moved over his temple in a caress. Annoyed she quickly pulled her hand back, but he caught it in his.

"I came here to talk about your gift to me. Don't think you can distract me."

"I'm sorry sweetheart we are definitely going to be distracted." A smile played along those lips.

"Okay I apologize. I couldn't recognize you."

"That doesn't resolve the issue. Neither does it make me feel better. As I explained you will never be able to convince people that we are madly in love and can't wait to get married if you keep confusing the two of us."

"Instead of growling at me why don't YOU try to give a solution," she retorted. "That is if you can come up with one Mr. Hot Shot."

"Oh I definitely can think of one," he loomed closer and plucked the specs from over her nose. With a flick of his hand he tossed it over. "I suggest you use your so called logical deduction to tell us apart."

His closeness was definitely making her heart go bang bang, but he would have to be disappointed if he thought she would cower. She lifted her chin in defiance, "And I do that on the basis of?"

"How about your reaction to me?" he placed a hand behind her back to pull her flush against him. Then with his other hand tunnelled into her hair to angle her properly, covered her mouth with his. His mouth moved over hers hard, possessive, demanding. He swallowed her moan, refusing to let go of his exploration of her mouth, his seeking tongue inviting her to reciprocate in kind.

Her hand climbed up his torso, her fingers lost in his hair as she leaned onto him. Tripping backwards he leaned on to the office table as he found himself needing the strength of the solid oak to support a body that was all about to lose balance with the multitude of need a simple kiss generated. His hand skimmed over her body, exploring , edging inside the jacket to get a better feel of her. She gasped pressing herself closer still.

"Show me what you want, Geet. Tell me what you feel."

"I think you are downright dangerous." She gasped.

"Dangerous?" he lifted his head to look at her. She looked utterly bewitching in passion. Her eyes swirling with deep dark mysterious light that invited one to stay entrapped, her hair cascading down her back with the pins coming loose at his exploring hands, her parted lips soft and luscious from his kisses presenting an invitation by itself.

"Yes, dangerous, irresistible.." she said in awe.

"No, Mishty, you got that wrong," he corrected with a chuckle. "You are the one who is irresistible. You cast a spell on me the very first time I looked into those bewitching eyes of yours!"

Geet couldn't take her eyes of his ...and he thought her eyes were bewitching? That she was irresistible? Was she really? No, there was all Maan's doing. There was something about him that called on to her. He made her restless with a longing she had never experienced before. He was like a master musician drawing music from the depths of her. He made her lose control.

She pulled back not ready to let go of herself. Control, that was what made her what she was. That was what gained her the respect in the male dominated business world. That was what she had to hold on to, to save her family business from nose diving. She shook her head to clear off the remnants of passion that had clouded her brain. It would only complicate the situation.

She looked up to see Maan watching her. The lingering desire made her heart flip anew. No, this would never do. She couldn't afford to be so affected by him.

"Let us hope this exercise has the effect you desired and I will be able to tell you apart."

"Is that the reason you kissed me back?" he frowned. "An experiment to tell us apart?"

"Why else?" she retorted.

"I don't think so Geet... It was something more than an experiment." His confident smile alarmed her. "And trust me on this, we are going to keep doing this even when we know the result will always be the same."

She panicked, "This is not what we agreed to."

"Nonetheless , it will happen again and it will be much more, oh so much more than just kissing."

"Do you want it to?" she was intrigued by the possibility.

His eyes were filled with tenderness as he cupped her face. "Tell me honestly Mishty...do you really think living together for months we will be able to resist the temptation?"

"Are you saying we should end up in bed because we cannot resist temptation?"

"No, we will make love because we will both want it."

She took a step back, trying to put space between herself and the need to be back in his arms.

"I don't want to make love with you. You kissed me, I kissed you back ..it was...nice. I liked it, you liked it. But I don't want to take it further. End of the story."

"Nice?" the word had a definite edge to it.

May be she should have used a better word, she considered scoffing. Men and their ego! They were such prickly creatures about their prowess, particularly in some matters. She sighed.

"All right it was a lot better than nice. A zillion times better. But you should know that. I am sure I am not the first woman you kissed. I am sure not all thse kisses ended up with you taking her to bed." Why did the thought of Maan and another woman in bed clutch at her heart?Her hand went to push back her glasses and found them missing. She remembered Maan taking them off and started to search for it. As she did so she noticed Maan moving towards the couch. Following his movement she saw that he had her glasses. She held out her hand for the same and he signalled her to go to him with a nod of his head. She walked towards him and held out her hand again.

"Come closer." He commanded.

She took another step. "Happy?"

"Still closer."

"Maan..." but tried to grab it from his hands, but he just raised his hand taking the glasses beyond her reach. She pouted and he offered her the glasses. As she reached for it with a smile, with a sudden move he tugged her to him. The action made Geet lose balance and slam into him, which in turn made him stagger and the both ended up on the couch.

She saw the intent on his eyes and closed her eyes in submission. Bu when he didn't act on his intention, she opened her eyes to see him watching her. "What do you want, Geet?" he asked.

"you... i..."

"Yes, tell me what you want and it is yours, " his voice held such invitation..

"Kiss me, Maan" she husked.

"And if I do, will you give yourself to me?"

She cupped his face and brought it closer to hers, wanting to stop him from talking. But he resisted a breath away from her lips. "Give yourself to me, Geet." He commanded enticingly.

"And then?" she whispered. "what will you do when you have me?"

"Cherish you." The tenderness in his voice was reflected in his eloquent eyes. Her own eyes misted, making her draw in a deep breath. When she tilted her face, he didn't deny her and she pushed aside the clamouring warnings and simply let herself feel.

Like a silken velvet his mouth moved on hers, drawing response from deep within her. She opened herself to him, giving all of herself to this moment of bliss. He felt his hands cup her thru the blouse and the gentle to and fro movement of his fingers pushing her breasts to peak up for attention. An unknown ache spread thru her, the focal point of which seemed to make her legs move restlessly.

"Maan..." she moaned.

"Yes Mishty, say my name, breathe me in...taste me...fill your senses with me so that you will never mistake another as me."

He moved down to nibble on her neck and further down to the opening of her shirt. Her own hands felt the broad expanse his chest making him draw in a deep breath as his hand encountered his male n*****. Curious she touched him again deliberately, making him hiss again. He reciprocated by pushing down her bra to tease her with his fingers. The feel of his hands on her naked skin jerked her to awareness. She had no memory of him opening her shirt.

The sudden stillness in her and her hands over his stopped him. He looked at her. Unable to bear the sensual heat in his eyes, she closed her eyes. "No..." she whispered hiding her burning face in the crook of his neck. "We need to stop. I ..I can't.."

"I know, Mishty." His caressing hand pressed her face deeper into him. "Believe me I know. But give me a minute here to ... to control myself... Control these effects you put me thru'..."

"Oh!" she gasped embarrassed, pushing herself away from him, trying to look anywhere other than him.

He let her go and allowed her time to adjust her clothes. Then raising himself to sit beside her, tilted her chin to make her look at him.

"Now tell me, do you honestly believe we could have a hands off contract marriage? You might not like it, but we will be lovers. Fight it if you want to, but what will follow is inevitable. No amount of logic or reasoning will help you from belonging to me."

i know...i know it feels incomplete...the confrontation will continue in the next part too..but i thought i wud give u as much as i typed out...else it will be a long wait...and a much too long update😕... next part will follow soon...😃 ( I hope😉) pms together...😊

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PART 7

Me first..but sorry it took so long to comment and read..hell busy..it was awesome..maan does have a point..after the wedding thing are bound to happen which both wont be able to control or resist.. I like the honesty in this relationship..its very interesting to read as they don't hide their feelings frm each other..pls continue soon..