FF: M&G - Protect The Boss 2 - Ch39 pg95 24/2 - Page 54

Originally posted by: Maaneet_Vidu

Maan and Dev ... SurprisedLol


Peck ...kiss ??
What's going on ?


Pinky is best ...i tell you
Sabse fast ...lol

"Pinch me."

"Huh?"

"Pinch me so I know I'm not dreaming," Geet held her arm out. "Right here, on the inside of my wrist."

Pinky held her hand & shook it gently. "I'm here, you're here, this is all real. We really did get married."

"How what why when who where-"

"Please sit down, I'm worried you might collapse."

"Pinky, please. My small layers of fat - on my hips especially - is not just extra skin to keep me warm, but it minimises the pain of collapsing onto the ground. If I fell, my hips would be saved."

Ignoring Geet's explanations, Pinky ushered her over to the couch, readjusted her wedding band then continued.

"We were out for lunch together when we realised that we wanted to get married. Neither of us wanted a lavish affair, a grand ceremony whereby we invited 500 people but only a mere 5 of them truly share our happiness. I didn't want him to waste so much money on the wedding, plus I wasn't really keen on busting my ass in the gym everyday to squeeze into a dress that was two sizes too small. I just wanted something special & meaningful-"

"Pinky, please stop before I stuff your mouth with cake. You don't need to justify your marriage, not at all."

"You were-"

"Shocked, when you told me? Of course, it was so spontaneous and unexpected. But I promise you, my darling friend, that no one on this whole universe is more happier for you than I am right now."

"No one else apart from you knows," Pinky added with a smirk, and then welcomed Geet's hug. When they finally pulled apart, Geet's signature cheeky grin was spread across her face.

"What pilau is cooking in Miss Handa's brain now?"

"I retract my statement - I'm not the happiest person for you right now. That would be your newly wed husband, waiting for his pyaari dulhan on the wedding night..." she playfully nudged a blushing Pinky, who slapped her arm in jest.

"He's actually back at his, making way for me to move my belongings in tomorrow."

A solemn silence spread over the apartment, as it hit the both of them that this was their last night together as roommates.

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Maan stopped outside of his father's office, wary of what to say if he was granted permission to step in. After hesitating for a while, he knocked and opened the door slowly.

"Dad, can I come in?"

Manish peeled his eyes away from the papers in front of him as he nodded. Maan walked in and stood opposite his seated father.

"There's something that's been playing on my mind."

"Oh?" He removed his glasses, letting them hang loose around the chain that they were attached to that adorned his neck.

"Something... well something happened at KC tonight..." He glanced at his father's slowly frowning face & quickly recovered. "It's all under control, I promise you. If it wasn't, I would call you in a flash and-"

"Just get to the chase, son."

"Ok, sorry. Anyway, I have my doubts on a- I mean, someone that we know. Someone amongst us, and I fear that they will attempt another attack again. I have concrete evidence, but the thing is, I'm tied down by other aspects of morality."

"Pammi hired someone to hack into KC today but it backfired because a) he was clearly incapable and b) the four of you prevented him from going any further. He has Pammi's instructions as proof but you don't wish to implicate him in the matter, for his own safety."

Maan was stunned, but not knocked for six. Somehow, he had known that his father knew the minute he had started the conversation.

"How can we prove it was Pammi aunty? She'll go after this poor guy who was clearly blackmailed into the process."

Rather than being worried, Manish let out a rare full beamed smile.

"Why are you smiling, Dad? Did... did I say something wrong?"

He stood up from his chair, placing one hand on Maan's shoulder.

"For all of the troubles you put me through in the past, I thought I'd never see the day where Maan Singh Khurana would prove himself as capable of taking over my reins. But I am truly proud of you, son. Your mother would be delighted at seeing you today."

The Khurana duo were never one for affections, so when his father pulled him in for a hug, Maan was shellshocked at first. But the shock gave way to a small smile as he hugged his father back, having finally dug his feet firmly into the world.

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"You looked like the cat that got the cream when you walked in tonight," Gauri commented as she stopped by her daughter's childhood bedroom with a cup of camomile tea for her. But to Gauri's surprise, she found Sasha packing her belongings away into a suitcase.

Sasha smiled at the sight of her mother. Taking the teacup from her & gently placing it down on the bedside table, she took her mother's hands into her own.

"I'm going back to where I belong. Delhi needs me again."

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Geet comforted Pinky as she wailed in her arms, sniffling with her tears.

"I don't want to live with Yash, what if he doesn't wash his hands after he uses the bathroom?"

"Who's going to eat palak paneer with me and watch rubbish daytime TV?"

"I'm going to miss stealing your vanilla shower gel."

"I used to sneak into your room and use up your Boss Orange perfume."

"That wasn't mine, I stole it from you."

"Wait, what?"

Pinky pulled away, giving her infamous puppy eyed look to Geet, whose lips trembled again with the fresh reminder of her best friend's departure.

"Oh Geeto potato! We have so much to look forward to now though - my newly married life; not forgetting the honeymoon of course - and you'll be managing a new store in a few days!"

Geet froze as she realised that very soon, she'd be on the other side of the city.

Away from KC.

Away from Maan.

"Pinky, I'm in love with Maan & he loves me, I think & we saved KC from going bust & we make good partners in everything & I don't want to leave now."

"KC was going bust?! How what why when who where-"

"I'm terrified, Pinky. I'll lose him if I go my own way."

Pinky frowned. "What makes you think that?"

"He said it himself in a twisted sort of way. He's seen how career focused I am... too much, maybe, and he doesn't want me to sacrifice my dream."

"I think he's watched The Devil Wears Prada too many times. He should be glad that I'm not a feminist, or else I'd be at his gates tomorrow morning with pickets in my hands. In all honesty, from where I see it, it's actually the opposite."

"Meaning?"

"He's scared of losing you, Geet. He's afraid that you'll chase your career, & leave him behind."

"But I'm scared of losing him too. He's the future CEO of a multi national company. I've seen the big guys at that place, & not one of them wears a wedding ring. Not one!"

Pinky shook her head. "It's just misunderstandings that lie between you, that's all. You grab the munda by the shoulders & you tell him that everything that's on your mind, then plant a smacker on his lips that he'll never forget!"

"Mrs Singhania, need I remind you that you're a married woman now? Fantasising about another man is highly inappropriate."

Pinky jumped off the couch, tossing the cushion aside & grabbing Geet's hand. "You need to help me pack, madam. And no tears, ok? When you cry your eyes get all red and it makes you look a little demented."

"You kamini," Geet muttered jovially as they walked into Pinky's room.

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They had promised him that he wouldn't be contacted, but how could he lie here & try to forget about what had been happening?

He'd always known of her plans, but today she had gone too far; jeopardising not only her life, but his as well.

And as usual, she showed no regard for anyone but herself.

Dev let the phone ring once, then twice, and then Chitti's familiar trembling voice answered the call.

"H-h-hello?"

"It's Dev Khurana speaking."

"K-Khurana? Look, I-I"

"Let me explain everything. I will need your help but you have my full assurance that only one person will be badly affected by the outcome of this, and it won't be you."

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