MG (FF) :Back to You# II (#3 Link: Pg. 145) - Page 30

The virtual world

Enclosure I needed

To walk out of past

In a world not real;

You said it at last.

Through a haze of cloud

In the engulfing shroud

Unreal as it seems

But the truth be told; you have achieved abandoned dreams!

Chuck it! I don't need to control for now!

Her frustration was speaking for her as she ordered herself a bottle of beer, light and less hangoveric. The events of last three days had probably drained her more than any other life tragedy ever had. And the worst thing, she had no way to go as of now. It seemed she was in a wildly flowing brook, not floating yet not drowning; going over with the flow but not knowing exactly what will be of her tomorrow.

"Ma'am"

The bar tender opened her a chilled bottle and she instantly put the amber liquid to her lips; tipping it higher and higher until in several long gulps she had downed the contents. Geet drank in an un-ladylike manner, not giving an air about anything. Banging the empty bottle on the bar she looked up a moment; then ordered for another and had gulped almost half of it when Maan found her.

"Geet stop"

He pulled the beer bottle out of her hand, even as she swung on her feet with a silly smirk. The booze, in mild quality and quantity had sure done wonders, Maan thought rolling his eyes.

"Maaan...Dont you roll your eyes!"

Geet chided silly.

"Why?"

His smile wasn't hidden as the question escaped his mouth.

"Cause you look hot"

She hissed and started giggling.

"Maaan"

She whined and put her hands around his shoulders, clasping them behind his neck. Stunned, he braced himself on the bar behind her with her body on his.

"You know you are the worst worst man alive on earth. You are the baddest and meanest"

She ranted smugly as Maan turned around with her in arms and leaned over the bar balancing her weight.

"Yes, okay Geet. Now we go home"

"Home?"

She tipped a finger to her chin thinking.

"Oh yeah! Richie rich's mansion"

She laughed hysterically at her own joke.' And Maan was left with no other option but to hear her babble.

"Hey bro!"

As if one wasn't enough!

Maan shook his head at a tipped Dev staggering with Meera in tow. The two had surely been naughty and boozed like drunkards Maan knew, because both had sky-high alcohol capacities.

"Geet"

They both said in unison as Geet beamed and waved at the duo.

"Look Maan, Meera and ...and..."

She looked at them and back at him with wide speculative eyes.

"That's not Samar, is that?"

She asked like a child and Maan laughed.

"See Geet, Dev has eight fingers in hand"

Meera waved Dev's hand in front of Geet and Geet tried to concentrate, still balanced in Maan's arms.

"One...two...eight. Wow!"

Geet beamed seeing double things.

"And two tongues too"

Dev wiggled his tongue out for them to see and Geet pulled Maan's cheek to show him the wonder.

"Look Maan...do I have two tongues?"

She lolled her tongue and Maan couldn't help but chuckle.

He would have loved to put his own into hers and show she only had one which was his and only his; but the current situation demanded he remain sane.

"And Geet..."

Dev started.

"Enough"

Maan cut Dev and Meera who were flying high spirits. He stared at the three with his gallant tyrant' eyes and they gulped. The three looked at him like obedient students and he felt like a teacher with a bunch of first graders in tow.

"All three of you, not a single word"

They looked at each other and tried to say something.

"Finger on your lips"

Maan ordered and the three obeyed pouting sulkily. He left Geet and Meera holding hands to call up the driver and when he returned, a brunette was standing at his place giggling with the girls. The driver was with him and Maan interrupted the giggling group with a stern roar.

"Dev, take Meera and drop her home. Geet is going with me"

He said ignoring the other woman who was in obvious admiration of funny antics that tipsy Geet and Meera were busy pulling.

"If you'd excuse me"

He said walking past the red head and pulled Geet in his arms. Geet resisted and whined, pushing and hitting his chest at once.

"Leave her Maan Singh Khurana. Or I'll fight you for life."

Meera declared with a stirrer in hand.

"Sure. Come for a duel tomorrow"

Maan scoffed and ordered his driver James to drive Dev and Meera home.

"Meeer"

"Geeet"

They whined like old film heroines being pulled apart by the villain' Maan as Meera walked away and the brunette all but broke hell over Maan in fury.

"How dare you do that? Don't you see they love each other? It's because of narrow minded brutes like you that such beautiful girls can't get whom they love"

Maan was at a loss for a moment. What the devil was the woman talking about? He had no clue while the girl by his side pulled every possible antic. Geet crooned to Jawaan jaaneman...haseen dilruba"'; dancing and tipping along the bar and Maan was well; exasperated!

"She is mine and I will handle it"

"No she is not. The two beautiful girls love each other and I will not let you pull them apart even in this tipsy state. Narrow minded brute."

She scowled at him.

"Oh to hell with that"

Maan had never been this rude; to a stranger whom he didn't even know. But the woman was a pain; a real one with Geet dancing on his head. He pulled Geet back and started making his way out of the lounge even as the brunette cursed him over his back, hurling profanities at him for separating lovers.'

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"Hum hai rahee pyaar kee..."

Geet hummed loudly to the song as an Indian Radio station played the Shah Rukh Khan hit this late at night. New York gleamed in night lights and the ambience electrified one's existence; driving the party mongers out and in open. But here were two crazy people heading home because one of them was tipped for good! And the other gone nuts with the craziness portrayed by her.

"Shut up for once Geet, will you!"

Maan shouted over his driving wheel. Apparently, he'd had his share of loud boisterous music for the day and Geet falling and tipping around too. She looked at him with tear filled eyes and started bawling loudly.

"You are baddy...villain bull...gallant tyrant"

"Hmmmph"

He screeched the car to a stop and looked at her. The stare was meant to be stern and commanding, to shut her madness up but for some reason he felt drawn towards her uncannily. This tipsy little Geet was a first and Maan felt his eyes soften over her teary hazel ones. She smiled out of nowhere, clearly under the effect of alcohol. And Maan shook his head looking ahead.

"And you're the most best' person I know"

She cooed and he turned form his wheel looking at her truthful eyes; shocked to hear something from her about him.

"You know you have the most amazing heart. Even though you don't know yourself, you love everyone around sooo much!"

"You love Dev, you love Annie...you love daadi maa and..."

She stopped counting on her finger tips with a sad pout.

"And Geet?"

"And"

"And...You have achieved your parent's dream after all"

Geet said softly. Her real Geet coming out, breaking the barrier of that virtual world the alcohol had created around. She spoke as if in that one sentence she had surmised his entire existence. Maan caught her words, twirling them again and again in his mind and realizing that his purpose, his existence had finally found an enclosure; that he had been unconsciously waiting for someone, someday to come and tell him that he had done right and reached where his parents wanted him to. That someone; as he had never known but secretly dreamt was Geet; ought to be her! Who else? Even through the virtual world they were in at this point with alcohol weaving its chasm; he couldn't have found more truthfulness elsewhere but her eyes.

Maan left the breath he didn't even know he had trapped in his chest. He still carried those scars deep down; no one had dared open them again until...

Until she had come along.

"Let's go Geet"

He said looking in front and pulling the car back to the freeway.

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"Geet...stop fidgeting"

Maan warned her in his arms as she played with the shirt buttons. They were in the elevator, waiting to reach home and she had chosen this very combustible place to get cozy. With a swift move Maan scoped her high up in his arms, thwarting her teasing' midway. They waited and when the elevator doors opened, Geet was dozing on Maan's shoulder.

Walking into the house, he made his was to her room, setting her down on the bed. She tumbled to the pillow instantly, kicking her legs on the bed and sighing deeply into slumber. Maan stopped and looked; stared at her sleeping form for a long moment. He needed to change her, lest the tight dress would leave her sore next morning. But this was one leap he couldn't take. He couldn't do this.

But then an idea struck and he darted out into his room. Minutes later he returned with a baggy T-shirt of his and pulled Geet up slowly. She whined and cribbed in sleep but nonetheless he pulled his T-shirt over her slowly. She abided; obediently moulding her body at his whims. Then putting his hand under the T-shirt, he opened the zipper at the back of her dress down to the base of her spine; loosening it fully but not removing completely. Next, he loosened and pulled out her bodice belt so she could loosen up a bit. That was not possible fully though but seeing her find comfort, he lowered her again in bed, switching the lights off.

"Sleep Mishty"

He murmured before getting up.

There are moments which are tempting, moments which want you to escape and yet a tiny part wants to stay. His moment was caught in such a vacillation when she caught his thigh like a pillow, pulling him closer. He tried getting out of her hold but to no avail. Moreover, he didn't want to get out! He had been his share of the mature guy' for this night. Somewhere he too needed her like last night during his nightmare. For once not over thinking, he pulled out of his jacket and shoes-socks before slipping down beside her.

"Maan"

She whispered in sleep, turning naturally into his chest.

"Hmm"

"Maan I love...

"No Mishty. Don't say it now"

He whispered in her hair, genuinely not wanting her to regret the confession later. Moreover; he wanted to hear her say that in all her senses...

She giggled in sleep, her throaty laugh gurgling out over his hard chest.

"I love chocolates"

She planted deeper in him smelling the chocolaty cocktail on him and Maan laughed deep in his throat. His unpredictable Mishty!

"And I love you loving chocolate"

He closed his eyes and sighed into sleep.

"To Samar and Meera"

Vicky raised the shot high in the air as others followed suit. Geet held the shot glass which was filled with sprite unlike others who tipped down vodka. Maan was out of sight since he'd been late with a last minute industry visit that had come up but they celebrated samar's birthday in grandeur.

Samar was mad as hell that Maan hadn't still made to his bash but then he couldn't upset his other friends. So they all toasted and poured down beer as the lounge sizzled alive with hip hops and electro music. While most of their friends jumped onto the dance floor; Geet leaned over the counter cradling a soft drink.

"Sprite in vodka shot! Seriously Handa...I have your secret now"

Meera giggled at a flustered Geet.

"Dare you Meera Shergill, the sprite shouldn't out of the shot"

They both laughed at the forced paradox. Both girls knew Geet's alcohol capacity. She would be tipsy with a little can of Red Bull if not less! A drink that was not even near hard drink made Geet a bit out of control. And today especiall,y she was out of control without even a drop of alcohol.

Last night had been special; special in its own way.

Last night she had discovered a new Maan; the real Maan under that facet he hid behind. And even then she had fallen more for him!

Yes; she could no more deny herself the truth that she indeed was infatuated with Maan.

Women have this knack in them to heal, to sooth and take away pains. Those very tendencies had drawn her to him the first time. That broken look in his chocolate eyes had steered something so deep inside her; she hadn't been able to mellow that stirring till this day! In fact, it had grown manifolds with every encounter and boiled out of proportions since last night.

The whole day she had been thinking of him, waiting to see him. The longing was unbearable it seemed! Walking to his house seemed just another option but suddenly the simple action filled her with so many questions. What would she say? Why was she there! What would she talk to him about? The documentary editing was on her so she didn't have another valid reason until the next segment was ready!

Strangely, one night of his secrets had changed the way she thought about him. Or was it the fact that he shared her secrets with her? It was the latter; Geet concluded with a sip of her Coke just as her entire existence lightened up seeing him walk into the pub.

Dressed in a grey full sleeve jersey and dark jeans; he was the epitome of manliness wrapped in the darkness that was his youth. Geet's short black dress felt tighter as her body reacted in ways she never knew existed before this day.

She saw him stop by Samar; as Samar lunged on him in a brotherly hug. She waited with baited breath for him to look her way; but he was still surrounded by the gang of his MBA pals. Another of her seniors approached him and she saw him talk to her. But he never really talked that way to girls! Her blood boiled and mind questioned... instantly her temper shot.

She didn't know why, but the sudden twinge of pain and anger was undeniably a part of her as much as the infatuation was. He hadn't even screened the lounge for her once; forget searching like she had fantasized. After all, she might have pinned her hopes too high; Geet wondered. Last night might not have changed too many things for him. But undoubtedly it had for her!

"Oye hoye! I knew something's up"

Meera whispered in her ear while Geet averted her gaze instantly.

"Off course not Meer"

"You can't lie to me Geet; tell me you're not infatuated with your gallant tyrant?"

You're'...

That gave her self-conscious a high impetus. Maan might not be hers, but the gallant tyrant' undeniably was hers.'

"As if you haven't been love sick with Samar"

Geet turned the tables and saw a bloom of pink rise in her already blush-oned cheeks. Seriously! After them being an item, she was still blushing at Samar's mention! Geet thought shaking her head; thankful that the topic was diverted from her at once.

"Hey yaa Geet. Look who's here"

Samar walked down to her with his hand over Maan's shoulder. Maan looked at her and then averted his gaze to Meera who stepped forward to offer him a drink. Maan declined the beer bottle politely. Geet looked on, not saying another word to test the waters...

What had gotten into the man since last night?

She asked herself infuriated as he chatted with Meera.

"Come on Maan, you can't be so dry man! It's my birthday...one bottle is fine"

Samar sashayed towards him with a bottle of Beer. Maan still hesitated for reasons best known to him. Geet too ignored him for reasons...well; best known to no one in particular. If he wished to ignore her, she could also not acknowledge him. It was tit for tat!

Mainly, it was a clash of wills, she told herself!

"Yaar even Geet downed a shot of vodka, knowing her sky-rocketing alcohol capacity"

Samar winked at her; his tone not missing the sarcasm. For a moment Geet felt Maan's eyes on her; but she chose not to reciprocate instead concentrating on ways to strangle Samar who was on his mission to tease her.

"Give it to me Samar. One drink's fine"

Geet took the bottle dangling in his hand and sipped lightly. Meera sent Geet a warning signal but tonight, Geet's defiant streak had unleashed. She wanted to prove, she wanted to lose control and show someone!

"That's like a brave girl! But don't go overboard, and don't leave without telling me. I'll drop you home"

Samar added in is usual big-brother' tone.

"And you Mr. Khurana, learn"

He exaggerated pointedly at Geet with the drink, before moving down the dance floor with Meera.

Now the air was crackling, suddenly the temperature electrified with the silence that stung between Geet and Maan. Uncomfortably, Geet put the bottle to her mouth and was about to tip it back before Maan's strong firm hand wrapped over hers.

She raised her gaze at his chocolate brown eye which stared at her with an intensity she'd never known. Never seen. And suddenly; her whole being melted.

But she shot back at him defiantly at once with a scowl.

"Don't Geet, if you can't"

"I want to"

"But I won't let you"

"Oh so you choose now to come and show your I-am-big-man face!"

"What?"

"Go to hell Maan"

She pushed his hand away in defiance...but before she could go any further her wrist was tugged so hard she came twirling down in the gallant tyrant's stubborn arms with his fierce eyes drilling holes into hers. Chocolate brown crackling hazel; while their breaths mingled in heaves...

Ooohh

A hot-hot cliff hanger with heaving breaths and a fierce gallant tyrant!

An equally flummoxed Geet; crossed and angry...do fire crackers burst out next update???

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