I am sorry guys for the delay. Sincere apologies but I am really stuck in office and things are going to be hectic for at least another week.
I appreciate all your patience and will try to give as many updates as possible but please no promises for another week or so.
Thanks a lot for all your lovely comments. I enjoyed each one of them, though sorry that I am not able to respond to you. I was very touched as most of you really liked the idea of flowers.
Not sure about this part. I was myself not satisfied with what I have written and it may come as a little drab. Again, apologies if you find it a little boring but I am really between a hard and rock place and have very short time to edit this and update.
So please bear with me this one time and hopefully things will be on track from next update onwards.
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Chapter 25
Few Nights later after the Picnic
Geet felt restless. It was 12:30 in the night and for love of God she just couldn't sleep. Her mind kept on replaying images of Maan from last few days especially of the picnic; they had gone for last weekend. He had been there with her all through the day and had gone out of his way to make it beautiful for her.
She took out the note he had left for her in the bathroom and lovingly caressed the embossed words. She smiled seeing the lipstick marks she had left around his name as she had kissed the note innumerable times. She again kissed it and kept it carefully inside the book along with yellow flowers.
She went and stood by the window. Moon shone brightly and a cool breeze was flowing carrying sweet aroma from mahua growing below her window. She suddenly had a mood for a drive. She tiptoed out of her room towards the garage after wearing sweatshirt over her t-short and tracks.
Her eyes caught a glint of metal as she opened the car door. Somebody had left the sliding door open for the storage part of the garage. Attracted and distracted she walked to discover a handle peeking out of a covered silhouette. Her whole body tingled with excitement and anticipation as she eyed the bike shape as she removed the covers.
An audible gasp left her mouth as her eyes fell on her favorite bike a HONDA VFR1200F
It took her few minutes to come out of the shock as she stared at one of her dreams. She still remembered the argument she had with her father when he had bought a BMW which was Rahul's favorite. She had been so angry that she vowed that she will buy her brand on her own. That's a different matter that she let it go once she started riding with Rahul.
But she hadn't let go of her dream. She knew most of the garages in town and personally fixed or test drove when a similar bike came for servicing. She had quite a reputation in town as she knew in and out of the bike and it's engine.
Geet gingerly ran her hand on the bike's handle, moving towards the fuel tank and caressing softly the seat. She whistled "Wow!!!! Wow!!! My dream bike and here"
But after sometime she frowned "Lekin yeh kiski hai….kahin dusht daanav ki to nahi….nahi nahi…He and bikes no way…zaroor Dev ki hogi.
[But whom does it belong to? Is it Dusht Danav's…no no… he and bikes no way…I am sure, it must be Dev's.]
"Ki farak penda hai Geet…jiski bhi hai…dekh kya haal bana rakha hai bike ka. It seems no one has driven it in quite a long time and it needs serious servicing. Chi…Babaji….koi apni bike ke saath aisa kaise kar sakta hai"
[How does it matter Geet…whomsoever it may belong to…see what condition they have made of it. It seems no one has driven it in quite a long time and it needs serious servicing. Chi…Babaji….how can someone do something like this to their own bike?]
Heartbroken at the bike's condition she looked above and complained to her Babaji.
She quietly went back and started looking for the key in draws of a chest in dining room. She had seen some extra keys there. She had almost given up hope when she saw a small box at the end of drawer. She took it out and opened it to find the key she was looking for. With twinkling eyes and excitement running through her veins she rushed back and started the bike.
She spent another hour or so inspecting it to find all the parts she needed to order. After making the list in her head, she silently crept back into to her bed.
After that night, she started going to the garage every night and fix the bike. She ordered the required parts and tools and changed them herself. After a week, she took it for a ride late in the night giving strict instructions and bribe (sweets cooked by her own hand 😆😆) to the guards to keep their mouth shut.
This became her routine once everyone slept in the night. She felt as if she was free and enjoyed her own 30 minutes every night. As night breeze intertwined in her hair, she let go of herself…her fears, her insecurities and just connected with her inner self finding much needed solace.
Meanwhile One Morning
Maan was hurriedly getting ready for a big meeting. Adi had already called him many times trying to get everything ready for the presentation for a multi million pound project to be constructed in London. Today the client was coming for a final blue print and budget review and signing of the deal.
Maan smiled as he saw white crisp shirt with blue tie and black formal suit on the bed. He had mentioned to Geet few days back about the project and as ever she had factored in his meeting and immaculately placed the appropriate clothes.
He hurriedly wore his shirt but as he buttoned up realized that his middle button was coming loose and came in his hand as he tried to button it up. He frustratingly opened his wardrobe to pull out another white shirt but could not find. Loosing his patience, he yelled for her.
Geet entered the room to find a flustered Maan standing in towel and a shirt which was half open. She calmed her thudding heart seeing his expression and diverted her mind quickly from admiring his picture perfect pose.
"Kya hua Maan…koi problem hai"
[What happened Maan…is there a problem?]
"Geet this shirt has one button loose and I can't find my other white shirt. I am getting late. Please tum jaldi se nikal do"
Geet just shook her head – "They are just plain white shirt but this has self lining and looks much better and formal. Let me fix this one only"
Maan sighed –"Mere paas time nahi hai. Tum jaldi se koi…."
[I don't have time. Quickly, please take out…]
He stopped short as Geet placed her finger on his lips. His eyes widened a little in shock as Geet spoke calmly - "You have many shirts which will go with this suit but not better than this one. I want you to look the best so give me just two minutes."
She smiled slightly and got a needle out from the drawer. She put in the thread and took the button from his hand. By now, Maan had recovered his senses but before he could say anything, he got another jolt as he felt her breath on his chest. Oblivious to her affect on him, Geet started sewing the button with utmost concentration and finesse. She quickly finished it and bent down to cut the thread closely.
Electricity shot through Maan as her lips gently brushed his upper abdomen. He felt his skin burn where she had innocently pecked him.
She straightened to find a statue Maan lost in his thoughts. She gave a chuckle and snapped her fingers in front of him.
"Lijiye ho gaya…ab jaldi se neeche aa jayiye. I will pack your breakfast and you can have it in the car to save some time. Lekin kha lijiyega nahi toh I will ask driver to lock the car and not let you out"
[See, it is done…now come downstairs quickly. I will pack your breakfast and you can have it in the car to save some time. But do eat it, otherwise I will ask driver to lock the car and not let you out]
Maan gave her a glare as she giggled and skipped out of the room.
Maan smiled looking at the slight red mark of her lipstick on his abs. He touched it lightly with his hand and as he did that his eyes fell on his watch. He noticed the time. Only two minutes had passed but it felt like an eternity due to the enormity of the moment.
He shook his head to clear his thoughts as he heard Geet giving instructions to Nakul downstairs - "Maan pagal ho gaya hai…what is wrong with you….she didn't even notice and you are behaving like a teenager"
[Maan you have gone mad…what is wrong with you….she didn't even notice and you are behaving like a teenager]
Maan made haste and left for office.
Precap – Maan's surprise
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