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wow...superb part..
so maan saw geet...and wiil be following her..

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Hey guys been crazy busy since yesterday so did not get a chance to update yesterday though I had it all written down Just give me a little more time and I'll update.

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CHAPTER 5

Yet another singer was crooning on the stage in her sultry voice.

[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ldm9yz10238[/YOUTUBE]

Yeh raat ruk jaaye, baat tham jaaye, teri baahon mein

Khwaishein jagi hain pyaasi pyaasi labhon pe

Khud ko jala doon, teri aanhon mein

Aagosh mein aaj mere samaa ja

Jaane kya hona hai kal

Aa zara kareeb se, jo pal mile naseeb se

Aa ja zara kareeb se, jo pal mile naseeb se, jee le

The first time Maan Singh Khurana saw her she took his breath away. He felt his heart stall for a moment and then it resumed pounding a violent beat. She was standing at the edge of the crowd facing away from him when he saw her. Unconsciously she pulled her hair over one shoulder exposing a deeply curved back. Her tiny waist flared into womanly hips. All that covered her back was a thin strip of cloth. From this distance that piece of cloth looked almost nonexistent and his fingers ached to trace that sensual curve and to touch that creamy expanse of skin. Just then she turned around as if somebody had called out to her and waved her hand. She walked right beneath where he was sitting and all the cacophony of the people below him faded away as his gaze fell upon her face. Soft lips curved into a mischievous smile as she said something to somebody he could not see from his stance above the ground. She had a small softly rounded face and a pert little nose she wrinkled at the other party. A feminine hand covered her mouth for a moment and then disappeared. Suddenly she pouted her lips and just as suddenly she looked mad at the other person. The kaleidoscope of rapidly changing expressions on her face fascinated Maan. She was angry only for a moment and then she burst out laughing and her whole face glowed. There was innocence and mischief in her laughter. Maan wanted to see that laughter reflected in her eyes. He wanted to see the color of her eyes. She was breathtaking. Gradually she moved under the balcony and out of his sight.

Yeh jahaan saara bhool kar

Jismo ke saaye tale dheeme dheeme saansein chale raat bhar

Pal do pal hum hai humsafar

Thay abhi dono yahaan honge subah jaane kahan kya khabar

Aa ja zara khud ko mujh mein milaa ja

Jaane kya hona hai kal

Aa zara kareeb se, jo pal mile naseeb se

Aa ja zara kareeb se, jo pal mile naseeb se, jee le

Maan felt extremely restless. The provocative song playing in the back ground was not helping any either. He wanted to jump right over the balcony to get to her. He took a step forward to put the thought into action when he noticed the crowd below and sanity rushed back. He did not understand these feelings rising inside him. It was of course easy to understand the physical attraction he was feeling as he had experienced that numerous times through his life as any normal human being should, but this almost obsessive fascination towards a woman was new to him. He was so strangely lost in this new feeling that it did not occur to him that he was behaving completely out of the norm. He decided it was time to join the party and turned around and rapidly climbed down the stairs to the main doors.

Khwaab hoon main toh makhmali

Palkon mein leja mujhe maine diya mauka tujhe ajnabi

Hosh mein aaye na abhi

Ik dooje mein hi kahin khoyi rahe teri meri zindagi

Khamoshiyan dhadkano ki sunaa ja

Jaane kya hona hai kal

Aa zara kareeb se, jo pal mile naseeb se, aa ja

Jo pal mile naseeb se, jee le

Raat ruk jaaye, teri baahon mein

Aagosh mein aaj mere samaa ja

Jaane kya hona hai kal

Aa zara kareeb se, jo pal mile naseeb se

Aa aa zara kareeb se, jo pal mile naseeb se, jee le

Geet finished her conversation with Miri and turned and around to find Brij and Pari waving at her across the room. She waved back and approached them. She was feeling strange prickles all over her body. The feeling had started just a few minutes ago as she was talking to Miri and had not gone way so far. She decided to ignore it and focused on her brother and friend before her. Brij was ignoring Pari as usual.

Hmm, Pari mazha rakshan karte mhanali hotis. Pun tu tar tyachya bhovati laal galat ubhi ahes ,

(Pari you promised you'd protect me. But you're too busy drooling over him),

Geet began mischievously when Pari slapped her hand on Geet's mouth.

Geet Miri kasha aahe?

(Geet , how's Miri).

She's having too much fun with her Daddu and not missing me at all, Geet pouted.

I would have been having so much fun with her and Baba if not for you two forcing me to come here, she glared at them. Then she laughed at the identical looks of guilt on their faces. She moved closer to them under the above head balcony and immediately lost the prickly sensation she'd been feeling. She was puzzled but shrugged it off.

The music stopped abruptly as everybody's gaze suddenly moved to the entrance of the ballroom. The man of the hour Mr. Maan Singh Khurana had finally arrived.

He strode in with purpose and was immediately surrounded by a rushing sea of people. People gushed at him all talking at once, each one louder than the other trying to grab his attention. Maan was aggravated. He could not see anything through the crowd surrounding him. He wanted everybody to just disappear so that he could find her. But he knew that was an impossible task as these people would not be easily shaken off. He hoped that whoever she had come with would approach him and bring her along with him, so he waited.

Geet barely had a glimpse of the man before he was surrounded. It was also difficult to break the ice and have a conversation with the elite people around her as they seemed least interested in getting to know nobodies like her, Brij and Pari. And so she too decided to ignore the people around her.

Just then, there was an announcement from the event organizer inviting Maan onto the stage to commence the fundraiser. Maan Singh Khurana walked onto the stage as if he owned it. He walked to the podium, grabbed the mike and started his speech with thanking the people for participating in the fundraiser, asking them to be generous to the cause. His speech was short and precise; he talked about briefly about the importance of stem cell research in regard to paralysis. He gave no reason for why he supported that particular cause. He just stated facts and his support to the cause. The speech was met with a resounding applause from the crowd. Just as he was about to get off the stage his eyes met hers across the room and he froze.

The first thing she was drawn to before she ever saw him was his deep voice. Geet, Brij and Pari had been conversing with some of Brij's colleagues when Maan started his speech. The voice on the stage fell on Geet's ears and caused prickles to race across Geet's skin. It was the same sensation she had felt at the beginning of the party. She was mesmerized by that voice, and pushed through the crowd in a trance. She had almost made it to the front when her gaze fell upon him.

She gazed in awe at the masculine perfection of his face. Thick lashes ringed his beautiful eyes. The stubble on his face enhanced his chiseled jawline and brought out the prominence of his cheekbones. His lips were sculpted perfection with the upper one dipping in the middle and a slightly plump lower lip. Geet was shocked at her own thoughts. She had never in her life been so aware or in such awe of a man's face. She was completely rattled. She did not want to feel this way. She never wanted to feel anything for any man. She was content with her life and wanted no part of this attraction. She was about to turn and walk away when their gazes met and the prickly sensation she had been feeling turned into a blaze.

There she was right in front of him. He had been right in wanting to see her eyes. She had the most amazing pair of hazel eyes, innocent and expressive. He thought that they reflected the same emotional conflict he was experiencing. However, she hastily took a step back, turned around and walked away. Their eye lock had perhaps only been momentary though it felt like an eternity had passed in that moment. Maan stepped off the stage rapidly determined to follow her, but was captured again by the crowd of adulators.

All evening he had been following her, determined to talk to her and find out who she was. But he had been waylaid by overenthusiastic men and fawning women time after time he had tried to follow her. He had a thousand questions in his mind. Who was she? Was she married, did she belong to anybody else. Suddenly he put his hand up and cut off the speech of the foreign dignitary from Hong Kong who was droning on and started clearing a path through the throng surrounding him. Any person trying to stop him got a negative shake of his head "Not now" he growled numerous times as he made his way towards her with a pounding heart.

Geet felt his gaze on her for the rest of the evening. But she refused to turn and look at him. She ignored him completely.

Arey, yeh kya bhaiyya? Sab log to apke MSK ke piche aise bhin bhina rahe hai jaise woh koi shaed ka chatta ho aur log sab madhumakhiya.

(Arey, what is this bhaiyya? Look at all the people buzzing around your MSK as if he is a honeycomb and they are bees),

Geet exclaimed.

Yehi to Mann Singh Khurana ka jadu hai.

(That is the magic of Maan Singh Khurana),

Brij said proudly.

Maine to unka chehra bhi thik se nahi dekha,

(I haven't even had a proper glimpse of his face),

Geet lied shifting her eyes away from her brother's.

Aur iss bheed mei muzhe kaha mauka milega unse baat karne ko? Chaddo main to waha lagaya hua badhiya khana khaungi, thoda Miri ke liye pack karlungi aur nikal jaungi. Bhaiyya aap ruk sakte hain main taxi leke ghar chali jaungi. Pari tu ayegi ya rukegi.)

(And how am I going to get a chance to talk to him in this crazy crowd. Forget it, you know what, I'm going to eat some of the great looking food on display, pack some for Miri and leave this place. bhaiyya you can stay back.Pari do you want to come or remain here)

Geet continued, determined to escape.

Brij and Pari gave Geet a suspicious look, then grabbed onto Geet's arms on either side and pulled her and held on to her tightly,

Oh No! Itni asani se nahi bacchu. Tum MSK se mile bagair kahi nahi ja rahi ho Annapurnaji, humare MSK bhi to dekhe ki unko khilane wali Annapurna akhir kaun hai).

(Oh No! Not so easily kiddo. You are so not leaving without meeting MSK, Annapurnaji. MSK can finally meet the Annapurna who fed him.)

Brij mocked her in a tone laced with laughter.

Geet panicked. She did not want to meet Maan Singh Khurana. She knew she just could't handle him and the storm of emotions he invoked in her.

Offo bhaiyya aap to mere picche hi pad gaye. Iss Annapurna ko abhi apke boss se milne ka koi mood nahi hai.

(Offo bhaiyya, let it be. This Annapurna is not in a mood to meet your boss)

she said irritatedly.

Then with a twinkle in her eye and a tone that mocked herself she continued,

Haan haan main janti hoon, main kitni khoobsoorat hoon. Aap ke boss to muzhe dekte hi muzh pe latto ho jayenge aur main jo mangoongi who muzhe de denge. Isilye to main apke saath ayi bhi thi, ki shayad unki meherbani humpe bhi ho jaye. Par muzhe nahi lagta ki main untak pohoch bhi paungi. Aur itne unche pedh pe main chadna bhi nahi chahti. Mera kaam to kisi chote pedh se bhi chal chayega.

(Yeah yeah I know how beautiful I am. Your boss is going to fall for me hook line and sinker the moment he sees me and then I can demand anything that I want from him. That is exactly why I came here didn't I to get what I could out of him. But I don't think I can reach him. He is too tall a tree for me to climb. A small tree is good enough for me).

Brij and Pari knew that though her words were self-mocking, she was hurting on the inside. She had no confidence in herself as a woman since her accident. She had absolutely no idea how beautiful she was. Her beauty was reflected in her gentle eyes. She had been beautiful to watch when she'd been so focused with sheer grit and determination to get out of the wheel chair. She had been beautiful to watch on the day she had finally gotten out that chair. Brij still got goose bumps when he remembered that day. He'd been so proud of her. They were all blessed with the joy of Miri because it had been Geet who had brought her in their lives. But this beautiful woman in front of them did not believe she was worthy of any man and so she mocked herself.

Tum aisa kaise keh sakti ho. Apne andar ki aurath ka aisa mazak kaise bana sakti ho tum Ge'

(How can you say such a thing. How can you make a mockery of the woman inside you Ge')

Brij began when a hard angry voice behind them broke up the intense conversation.

Brij can I have a word with you,Maan Singh Khurana was looking at them with extreme anger.

Sir kya hua.?

(What happened sir.),

Brij asked him.

Maan just shook his head negatively.

Brij looked at Geet who was looking at Maan with shock in her eyes.

Sir ye meri behen' he began.

Maan just turned around rudely without letting him finish and asked Brij to follow him.

Geet had been shocked to find herself facing the very man she had been trying to avoid so diligently. But what had shocked her even more was the burning hatred and disgust she had seen in his eyes when he had looked at her. So she had been right to avoid him, a closer look at her had probably turned him off.

Brij gave him a puzzled look, but nonetheless followed his boss after motioning to Geet and Pari to stay put. He knew that whenever his boss got angry it was best to keep one's mouth shut and let him cool down. Brij was determined to talk to Maan about Geet and her dream. If not today then definitely someday, but talk he would.

How could you Maan! How could you Maan!How could you Maan! The same thought echoed through his mind again and again louder each time. How could he have been such a fool. He should have known better. Never had he felt so disappointed with himself. He had been taken in by a mirage. All the innocence he'd seen in her had been a figment of his imagination. She was nothing but a calculating mercenary woman who knew very well how to shroud herself I

He had been so excited when he had finally pushed away the hanger-on's and made his way towards her. He had seen her with Brij and another young woman. They were facing away from him. He remembered vaguely, Brij mentioning about getting his sister and her friend to the ball, during the late lunch they had both shared yesterday. Was she perhaps Annapurna, Brij's sister. The mere thought that the food he'd had, could have been made by her hands excited him beyond belief. He was almost upon them, when he heard Brij say to her,

(Oh No! Itni asani se nahi bacchu. Tum MSK se mile bagair kahi nahi ja rahi ho Annapurnaji,humare MSK bhi to dekhe ki unko khilane wali Annapurna akhir kaun hai).

He had felt a blaze of happiness, at knowing that he had been right. It had warmed his insides to know that this woman had fed him. He almost called out to them when she began talking and with those few sentences she uttered his whole world had come crashing down. He had felt such a wave of blazing hatred towards her. He had walked away as he could not bear the sight of such deceit wrapped in a shroud of innocence. She thought of him as nothing more than a money tree. She had been playing a hide and seek game with him all evening to garner his interest. He was now determined to avoid her at any cost. His eyes blazed with sudden anger, on remembering Brij mentioning that she had a daughter. Did that mean she was married? What about her husband? He thought of Brij trying to talk sense into her but she probably did not care for her brother's words or she would not have been here in the first place playing such games.

He had ended up taking Brij with him because he'd needed an excuse for approaching them. He dismissed Brij after talking about a project that was completely non-urgent, and had seen the confused look on Brij's face. He wanted a breather from the chaos of in his heart and mind, so he climbed back up the stairs to the balcony, but there was somebody already there. She turned around at the slight sound and they both froze at the sight of each other.

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Hey guys, hope I did justice to Maan and Geet's first meeting. I know that they haven't had a conversation yet. But by now you know what the tone of the conversation is going to be like.

Just have patience with them, as their love story is going to be awesome and have patience with me as I take you on a wonderful journey with them.

Waiting for feedback eagerly.

Love you all.

P.S One of my favorite dialogues of Geet is the "madhumakhi ka chaat", and so I gave my version of it.

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A short narrative

There has been one and only time where I have known the feeling of being lost in somebody's eyes momentarily. I don't remember for how long it was and I don't know till today if it was just my imagination or if it really happened. And I'm embarrassed to ask the person whom it happened with even though he is my husband today. I just don't know what to ask. I know that feeling. I can still remember the feeling if I close my eyes. Whenever they showed long eyelocks in Geet I knew exactly what they were trying to portray. Though the feeling is so intense I don't think you'd experience it more than once. But then again this is the legendary Maneet so anything is possible.

UPCOMING:

FACE OFF.