For Dr. Khurana, with love, MG SS, pg 177,178 - Page 15

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For Dr. Khurana, with love

Authors Note: Please see the pictures above in case you have not seen or heard of Agneepath...

Being abandoned in the store room did not sit well with Maan. His calculating mind made a quick plot and he made his way to her only to be stopped by his favorite saali again. Looks like his kundali was not in alignment with his youngest saali today.

"Jiju, where are you going? Bauji wants you to meet some guests of Darji's, you know, . Choudhary chacha and his guests Mr. Rahul and Sasha Sharma have come. Will you go to them in the living room please?". Maan stopped with that bit of news, a frown marring his handsome face. The Sharmas were here? His displeasure increased as he reached the living room and saw them. Yep, it sure was the tactless and ill mannered Sasha Sharma standing there in a white saree looking down her nose at the sweet welcome being provided by the Handas. As he approached them he saw her face pale a bit, then almost grow mutinous. After making a courtesy call to his father in law and their guests he excused himself and left them. Holding a drink in his hand, he looked at the liquid in it, the waves caused in there reflecting the rippling of memories within him.

Mrs. Sharma was his step mother Pammi's best friend. Like minded ladies interested in social climbing and disposing off their husbands wealth, they were friends in a way only the very wealthy had, each intent on using the other. For Pammi who was a simpleton, the flair and glamour that Sasha's model daughter Sameera displayed was the main attraction. For Sasha it was the Khurana's immense wealth and connections that appealed. Somehow both of them had hatched a plan to get Sameera and Maan married. Little did they know that Maan had given his heart to Geet years ago. Whereas Sameera had not cared and gone on to leave her modeling career and marrying her boyfriend of many years, her mother still held a grudge against Geet, hating her for stealing away her planned entry into high society. His mouth curved into a sardonic curl thinking about what Mrs. Sharma would say now about him as a prospective son-in-law, if he was still single, that is.

When his father and step mother had not accepted Geet, a simple middle class girl in their lives, he had left the vast Khurana empire, mansion and its fortunes to marry the girl of his wishes with just the clothes on his back. With Geet's love and support he had created a new life and established himself firmly in his dream career. His clinic catered to the rich and famous sure, but half of his time and his money was spent on providing free services to those who were needy and destitute. The years of his residency which he had spent in villages caring for the very poor, in areas where medical care was not easily available, had touched Maan to the core. While his fellow class mates had gone on to high paying fast jobs, mansions, cars and material goods, he had poured his heart and soul into serving and helping in areas that were medically deprived. Maybe it meant that he did not have many companies, cars, homes or an enormous bank balance but it afforded him the joy of being his own boss, serving those he chose and being paid many times over in the blessings he received from his patients and their families. He was moderately wealthy but more than that he was relaxed and happy with his life.

A few weeks after the wedding when his temper had cooled down, his father had asked him if he wished for anything from the Khurana household and he had unabashedly asked for Daadima. Since his mother's death, Daadima was the one closest to him. Growing up he shared everything with her, his dreams, his goals, his ambitions, his love. Her encouragement was unfailing in his developing years and if today he was able to attribute his success to anyone it would be her. Daadima only too glad to leave the fake show-off world of her son and daughter-in-law jumped at the chance to live with Maan and Geet. Daadima had always approved of Geet whole heartedly seeing that the girl lived for her grandson's every wish. Her simplicity and charm along with her loving kind nature had made her bond to the girl instantly. Geet found a friend and mother in Daadima who helped her establish a new life with Maan with ease and confidence. Theirs was a cozy world of three, happy, joyful and loving.

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Maan's thoughts came to a halt when he heard her giggling with her sister. The incident in the storeroom flashed up again in his head.

Hmmm, it had been what, half an hour since he had teased her. No wonder he was feeling restless.

He looked at her and gestured to her to come to him. Geet obviously being Geet still smarting from his teasing just rolled her eyes, ignored him and continued with her conversation.

Oh, she would ignore him, would she! Now he totally felt challenged. He walked over to her with his phone held to his ear pretending to be on a call and dragging her away with a casual "Excuse us". He almost chuckled when she asked "Who is it?", referring to the call. He pocketed the phone and moved closer to her. Like someone had just given a movie clap and said action, he started his nautanki.

"Geet, This is my last warning to you, please stop this, please I beg you", he whispered in a horrified voice.

"Huh... what... what am I doing?", she was totally confused now, forgetting that she was not supposed to be talking to him.

"Everyone in this room knows it Geet, please you are embarrassing me now", he continued in a meek and low voice looking away from her as if he was shy.

"What, what am I doing...I don't know...", she looked at him perplexed while he was trying to hide his face.

"Geet, everyone can see it. You are, you are, uh, you are undressing me with your eyes".

"You are treating me like, like..." hiding his face behind his fingers now and trying to stifle a laugh, "... like, uh, a sex object Geet. A plaything... have I no feelings Geet, please stop doing this. I am so ashamed now". Before she could recover from her sputtering he went and stood close to her father and started talking to the guests there.

As her mouth rounded to an "O" and her face flooded with color, she cast him a glance wondering if he had gone mad.

Giving a pained expression, he looked down quickly at his chest, giving a horrified look and closed one of his four open buttons and turned away from her.

"As if..., as if I would...chi chi Babaji.. yeh kya keh rahe hai, maine aisa kab kiya", she was mumbling away when her mother came to see her.

"Kya baat hai Geet, kabhi tu upset lag rahi hain, kabhi gussa, kuch hua hai kya"? Rano asked her seeing her confused and indignant looking daughter.

"Woh, ma, woh woh Maan...", she didn't even know what to say further "... woh".

"Arrey Geet, Maan toh Papaji ke pas khada hai, dekh na, dekh woh waha hai. Tu bhi na Geet ...", Rano shook her head and left.

"Yeh mera dusht pati... main abhi dekhti hoon aap ko Dr. Khurana, Geet se panga lena ka matlab sikhati hoon", she glanced angrily at him now.

Maan who was now thoroughly enjoying seeing her all red and mumbling and sputtering again looked at his chest with a shocked look and closed yet another button. He turned away from her to escape her as she made his way to him.

As she made her way towards him, the sherni in her roared to life.

"Teasing, teasing and more teasing, aaj toh aap ki khair nahi Maan". She promised herself that he would pay.

Finding him trying to escape to a nearby room, she followed him in with a sly smile on her face, closing the door.

Walking towards him eyeing him up and down appraisingly, she slowly opened the buttons he had closed, running a finger down his chest.

Feeling deeply satisfied with the tremble that ran through his body, she got ready to carry the rest of the plan through. Maan had but one weakness and even if she had the same one, she was still going to use it.

She moved her face close to his, breathing the words on his lips, "Just a fair warning to you Dr. Khurana. Don't say I didn't tell you...", she inched closer and closer. Maan was practically in meltdown mode already with the storeroom encounter and now having her so close to him.

"...tonight", she looked coyly at him, "tonight I am going to rock your world". She could almost feel his heart jumping in his chest at her words. His eyes had darkened and that glazy look filled them.

Slowly she ran her hands over his chest looking at him from under her eyelashes. Maan was a total gone case now. He gathered her close to him and she went willingly. He started nuzzling her cheeks and neck slightly and she let him. Her eyes remained wide open throughout making sure she does not fall in his spell. Badla Geet badla, yaad rakhna, she lectured herself as she felt her traitorous body respond. She knew she had only a few minutes left before all would be lost. After all this was Maan, who knew her too well. She thought to speed the process along so as to trap instead of being trapped.

"This room is so private and quiet, hai na, Maan, I was thinking...", she looked at him shyly and suggestively.

Mr. Ever Ready practically jumped at the suggestion, "Oh, yes Geet, good idea". Still lost in her he was only too eager for her to think of anything else.

"I was ready for a little preview before the night; too bad about it though...", she lay the net over the fish she was going to reel in.

"Bad, no baby, nothing is bad, what is bad", his mouth still preoccupied with hers, hands still running over her back, inching his body closer and closer to her now.

"I don't want you to feel bad Maan...", she said, "... not feel like a plaything you know, like I was stripping you with my eyes". She took a step away from him.

"Arrey nahi, I don't feel like that, kisne kaha. I will strip for you right now. In fact you can strip me every night for the rest of our lives", he took a step closer to her, starting to unbutton his shirt. His dreamy bed-room eyes and his husky voice was starting to affect her. Quickly she changed the image in her head from Maan to Sanjay Dutt in AgneePath. For a moment Hrithik's face flashed instead but she quickly switched it to Sanjay Dutt. A shiver ran down her spine and the meltdown inside her paused instantly. There, that was better, she still had time now to finish this job.

"I know I can, but you were feeling, na, like a uh, sex object. I can't do that to you. It would be so wrong". She stepped back again.

"No no who said that, I am not feeling anything. You can treat me like a sex object any day, baby. I live to be your sex object". He reached for her again hungrily running his hands over her trying to hold onto her.

#Got you!# she did a mental high five. Hook, line and sinker. She allowed him a couple of minutes of holding her and kissing and nuzzling her before laying down her ultimate line.

"Sorry Maan, I can't make you sacrifice so much for me. I guess it will have to wait till after the party", she sighed dramatically, mentally giving herself an Oscar for her performance.

"It's only four more hours, baby. Then I am all yours. Miss me". Running her hand through his chest, his face and his lips, she gave him a quick kiss before escaping from the room.

"Tease me will you, let's see how smooth the rest of the party goes for you Dr. Khurana. Excellent job Geet!" she patted her own back.

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Maan groaned at the loss of the warm body in his hands. He was so close to her he could still feel her breath on his. Thoughts that were never out of his mind when Geet was in his arms had flooded his brain and body already. His mind and body was always in overdrive when she was in his arms. She was going to rock his world was she. Image after image of her in all her enchanting, seductive and enticing glory passed through his head. Sticking his hands in his hair and ruffling it he thought, "will this party never end; four hours, how am I going to get through four hours now".

He tried to get control over his body and his breathing. Maybe he should learn yoga or meditation, he thought. The caveman had it so easy, his mind reasoned; grab the girl, throw her over your shoulders and do what you will. How he wished he was born in the simplicity of those times. Well since that was not possible, he continued to explore other possibilities. Maybe if he thought of some ugly people, this, whatever it was that was driving him crazy, would go away. Let's see ugly actresses, maybe he could think of some. This was foolproof in college. He closed his eyes trying to focus. The only image that kept popping was his hazel eyed beauty who was just in his arms, her fragrance still in his breath, her kiss still on his lips; images from last night, her soft skin, her tiny waist; her ...Maan don't even go there. Feeling the need for some fresh air, he stepped out for a while running his hands through his hair. If he could stand for an hour under a cold shower he would.

Teasing his Mishti so much was not so fair after all, he thought, yet the thoughts of a rocking night somehow both consoled and excited his overeager and shameless soul now.

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Author's Note: Hope you have enjoyed this part friends. I am an ardent fan of a very strong Geet and most of the times when I have read stories with her represented like that, I have loved it. There is a reason for Geet being so fragile and quiet here which is shown in the precap. This is a love story and true love only triumphs when adversities are faced together.

Hope you stay with me on the journey to the next part which is the last part. Really very nervous about it so do drop in a line to encourage me.

PRECAP:

PART 3