Love Digger's husband Ch 33 6/5 - THD 2 LNK - Page 47

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Chap 16:

Geet:

She was still sitting in the same place. Transfixed. She was mentally calculating what she needed to do to get up. But somehow watching him concentrate on a piece of document facing towards the window seemed the inappropriate right thing to do. He seemed to be just browsing through the documents in immense concentration his eyebrows furrowed. He gave a slight little shrug. He had discovered something there he had never come across before. He nodded in agreement when he purportedly saw something he liked. She smiled. This was fun.

Strangest part of the entire deal, she was feeling elated. She also felt a soothing warmth like she did when drank hot chocolate. Slightly bitter yet sweet. Yummy. She could imagine herself being that piece of document that he held in his hand. And she wished and prayed he would observe her closely too. His stare had a disarming quality and she could just melt under his mercurial gaze.

And now she had officially lost it. What was all this about feelings now? Wasn't she someone who hated feelings? Wasn't she someone who read only thriller novels as opposed to her friends who read lame sappy love stories.

She wanted to sigh but she was scarcely breathing lest she disturb him. His eyes were like darts going at the words on paper scorching them to a cinder. Maan Singh Khurana was a majestic nonchalant man. That would most likely describe him aptly. This was definitely a weird couple of minutes.

Probably he was not even aware she was still present in the room.

Oh but he was.

Maan "Geet, why are you still sitting here?"

Geet "I am just puzzled."

Maan kept the documents in his hand on his desk.

Maan "Care to elaborate?"

She was trying to make conversation out of thin air. Need any more elaboration Mr Maan?

Geet "When I saw you in the book signing, you were sitting there disinterested. Almost as if you were sailing through the proceedings."

Maan raised a brow.

Geet "When I saw you in the party, again you appeared disinterested. Going through the motions, meeting everybody unable to connect."

Maan sat down in his chair "Why is this puzzling for you? Does it make you think I am fake?"

Geet stared at him. Looking for anger on his face. If not anger at least a smirk or a scent of sarcasm. All she saw instead was candor. She wanted to ask him to bend forward a little and allow her to touch that little furrow on his forehead. She wanted to check if it was a dimple. Was she imagining it or was she finding him insanely handsome all of a sudden? Or may be it was his immaculately pressed shirt. It was a wonder how it never crinkled. Not even a little bit. She decided she liked men who might as well be cloth hangers.

Maan "I don't blame you if you do. It certainly looks that way for you I suppose."

For a moment she felt at a loss for words which was rare for her. Normally she had an answer for everything. This was what feelings did to people.

Geet "I will go now."

Maan bit his lip and said "About time I would say. And I need that paperweight back. Not because I use it or need it but for your own good."

Geet stared "Huh?"

Maan had a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "You don't want to know who gifted it to me. And that person must not know you extorted it from me. I hope that person has not already noticed."

Geet rapidly closed her ever widening mouth. Dracula!

And Maan's expression indicated he was thoroughly enjoying the grave misfortune that had happened to befall the poor her.

Geet "Yes of course. I will bring it right now."

Apparently things could go more wrong.

Now she could swear she had kept it right on her desk. Just beside the pen stand. She looked inside the pen stand. She then checked the entire desk surface. She searched all the drawers. She even went under the table and searched the carpet. Nada. She sat down slowly on her seat. She had lost the paper weight.

Her neighbor was a couple of desks away. So there was no point asking that lady. Geet then began searching inside her hobo. Again not found. When was the last time she had seen it? She very well remembered seeing it in the morning on her desk. And who carried a paper weight anywhere anyhow? It was not like a mobile or anything. Plus almost every desk had one. It was more a show piece than something which was of use for anyone.

She imagined the amazing paper weight. It had a couple of translucent needles inside indicating the time. She had been wonderstruck on where the batteries were and how the clock inside ticked. It was more a piece of art than a mere paper weight. Which meant she was royally screwed.

She was now getting worried sick about this. This was the last straw. What would she explain to him? She was dead sure he would be back to his Maanstein avatar if he came to know she had lost it. She smacked her forehead.

She contemplated confessing to him. Would that make it any easier? Would he understand. But what was the use? If Maan understood then she would only jump from the frying pan into the fire. Dracula would drink all her blood for breakfast, throw her out of the gates and run a lorry over her. She would be immortalized as street art.

Just then she saw Maan coming. On an instinct she ducked under the desk as if searching for something. But thankfully he was not coming in her direction. She heaved a sigh of relief and thought more about how to handle the entire scenario.

This was too much. Then an idea flashed to her. It was Friday and Monday was a holiday. So if she could somehow manage to avoid both of them and slip out of office, may be Maan would forget to ask her. Men were usually forgetful about things. That is why they needed secretaries, hai na?

Yes very true but her heart was still beating at the speed of light. She had suddenly lost the ability to think or even form coherent thoughts. She decided the best option would be to find a safe place where nobody could find her. Now what would such a place in that office be where even the CEO was not allowed to enter? Bulb flashed. Women's restroom!

She spent a good part of the afternoon inside one of the lavatory stalls playing a stupid car racing game. Yes she understood this was stupid and childish. But she did not feel like taking anymore bashing for the day. It was closing time and she managed to pack her bags and leave for the weekend unscathed. Phew! That was something huh. Such a narrow escape.

She decided to take the stairs instead of the elevator. The lift was used by a lot of people. But there was a slight hitch. The stairwell led directly into the parking lot. She had managed to move undetected till the parking lot when a blue sedan halted in front of her. The passenger side window opened and she saw a man. She bent down to get a full view and her heart skipped a beat. It was Maan in shades. He looked at her and smirked. Cruel beast.

Maan "Geet, I did not see that paperweight. I told you it was important for me."

Geet smiled as if the entire world was sunny "Woh! Acha. That na MK. It is there right on my desk. I mean in my desk. Very safe MK. Don't worry at all. I have to go early today. I will definitely give it on Monday."

Maan nodded "I hope you have not lost it."

Geet made a face that indicated 'How could anyone commit such a heinous crime.'. "Of course not MK. I have it."

Maan "Why did you not bring it to me the entire afternoon?"

Geet tried to rack her brains for an excuse. Ah the meeting!

Geet "That meeting na. Dev Sir meeting. I was attending that and it got late."

Damn she could not read his expression behind the shades.

Maan "Dev's meeting? You were there?"

Geet "Ha na MK. I was very much there."

Maan bit his lip once more. He seemed to do that when he was not comfortable with an answer. "I was there too. I did not see you."

Hey Babaji!

Geet laughed "Ya. But I saw you na MK. If you had turned you would have seen me too. You were wearing same shirt sitting in the corner."

What was she blabbering?

Maan "Geet, it was a round table."

Geet "That only. I said the corner. Otherwise I would have mentioned top left or bottom right. Right?"

Maan "Bottom right?"

Geet was sweating cold now. She was so toasted.

Maan "Hmm. Geet I expect to see that on Monday."

Geet "Of course. Tuesday. Monday holiday na Maan, I mean MK."

He nodded briefly before driving off. She found she had been holding her breath all the while and finally let go. She had managed to escape this until now. May be over the weekend she had to go hunting around all the mall stores to find one exactly like that. There was no other way around this now.

She came back home and thought about her eventful day. In fact her entire life was becoming eventful these days it seemed like. She opened her diary immediately.

Geet Frank:

The lady in the orange dress looked sexy. The fabric of her clothes was polyester and clung to the body like a glove. Exposing every curve. It was completely plain except for the tick mark on the left of her chest.

Her hair was let loose and it was poker straight. She wore long heals that a super model would have found difficult to walk in. Her make up was minimal. She cat walked down the asphalt road leading up to the track.

She looked at the fair man before her. He was dressed in an orange suit too. Except it had the name of all sponsors embossed into it. He was a very 'trim' man. Well within the measurements that were needed to fit into the driving seat of the racy racing car. Both of them were a good team. They 'hifi' ed each other wordlessly. There was no doubt in either of their minds they were going to win the trophy this year too.

She said "All the best B. Just murder anyone who gets in your path."

B smiled. She needn't have to tell him. He had inherited the killer instinct genes too. He sat down in the drivers seat and zoomed his way into his position on the racing track. A track that explored the entire treacherous beauty of the valley. The race was as adventurous as it was exciting.

And then she saw him. Rather his piercing eyes through the helmet. He never tried to back off when she caught him staring. Unknown to her the intensity of his glare made her go weak in the knees. She felt self conscious about her clothes. But he did not look at her clothes at all. His eyes seemed to challenge her to look beyond the ordinary. And search for answers that were hidden in its depth. She had never seen him before. He was probably one of those blazing new guns who thought all they needed was some video game practice to become a race track driver.

She smirked. Little did they know about the mechanics of the race car driving. How each second was important. How the machine had to be treated well in order for it to perform well. How they needed to concentrate and have real strength of mind and body to outwit and outrace every one of the contestants in the race. Every driver had almost a similar car, with comparable horsepower. But what set apart the winner was his daredevilry. In this treacherous track it was either my way or the ditch way.

And the race began. Every car driver was vying for the second place. For they all knew in their mind B was the winner. There was no beating him. Not because B had the best car but because he did not care for his life. He was just plain insane.

But today there seemed to be someone else who was challenging his insanity. It appeared to be the new video game guy with the piercing eyes. Apparently he had forgotten the difference between his joystick and the steering wheel. He had already occupied the enviable second spot and looked well on his way to the first place.

There was a sharp hair pin bend with very little shoulder off the track to speak of. Beyond that thin strip of shoulder was the deep gorge that lay beneath. No sane driver who wanted to live attempted to pass another car via that shoulder. But apparently Mr Video Game thought it was alright to drive on it with his car wheels screeching against the thin railing causing sparks to fly all over the place. He was now inches away from the first place. The race was almost over.

Well Mr Video Game had done it. He had braved the odds and reached the first place. There was nothing to stop him from pushing the pedal hard and racing to the finishing post where she was waiting. But apparently something made him slow down a tad. He let B overtake him! And so once again it was B who was the winner. Not by too long a margin but he was clearly the winner.

B walked out of his car and walked in to meet her and gave her a bear hug.

B "I thought I almost lost it today. But by Babaji's grace that idiot driver slowed down. Probably some mechanical problem."

Just then she saw him removing his helmet. And she heard herself taking in a sharp intake of breath. His eyes did not show defeat. In fact Video game boy looked more pleased than B himself. He casually walked in to meet the two of them.

"Hi I am M. Nice meeting you B."

B looked at M with a look of pity and indulgence.

B "Don't worry my boy M. You will win next time."

M "I consider you my guru, B paa ji. So I don't mind losing to you."

B appeared to be a trifle annoyed with the word 'mind losing'. It seemed like M lost because he wanted to and not that he actually had. But B let it pass. B had won and he got busy.

Lady spoke huskily "And why do you not mind losing?"

M winked and said "Because for winning the war sometimes one has to lose the battle. Haar kar jeethne waalon ko baazigar kehte hai. Kya kehte hain?"

"Baazigar" she said mechanically although her heart was galloping.

And this story is obviously inspired from the old romantic classic which everyone would probably have heard of. And Geet's heart is galloping as she is writing it. Boy she salutes the writer of that dialogue. It is timeless.

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nice
but dear why baazighar scene appeared here
and hope more than puzzled u give us story abt the title u kept fr you
the love diigers
we cant see love except puzzled things
hope u elaborate dear

nice update. bechari geet ab same paper weight kaha se layegi?? dat baazigar scene was superb.

todays star is paper weight 👏