Secretly Smitten#3 (THD 4 link @ Pg 140) - Page 4

Geet was there since morning. It was her birthday today and she was performing the grand worship to Goddess. Like every year, she was going to ask same gift from her, what had been asking since the day she had realized devotion for her child-husband. With the time span her faith had increased a lot toward the unconditional love for Maan, seemed she could spend her lifetime in wait for him. Despite of knowing how painful this could be but like a strange power had developed inner of her fragile body, she was ready to take the suffer of infinite to find the love of her life. She had uttermost belief; destiny would sure make a way to reach to her soul-mate.

With same yearn she closed her eyes, and jointed hands to wish, she was moving back and back with slow pace completely lost in prayer when suddenly her feet tripped into someone's feet and she collided abruptly into a strong chest. She was about to get a big hit onto ground when two tough arms enfolded around her slick stomach and saved her from fall.

A sudden current passed through both bodies, with sharp jittery, from touching each other for the first time.

"I'm sorry!!''

Her mouth uttered automatically and she span around to see him, their eyes met and she stunned to see the intensity of those dark eyes, her lashes bowed down in reflex, while Maan kept staring her.

For a few seconds, they found the whole world stopped, leaving two souls alone to celebrate this integrity. Neither Geet could see straight in those eyes nor did Maan remove his gaze from those pretty slops of eye-lids and stirring hedge of thick eyelashes. Without having any reach to each other inside, their body was speaking, letting them know the specialty of this moment.

Their moments broke with ringing of bell. Geet came in sense first, she felt odd letting herself lose in the spell of togetherness with an stranger, she tried to move back but his hold was rigid. She tried to remove his hands from her stomach but seemed he had gotten super strength in muscles; her shy hands could not even make them any move.

"Leave me please''

She spoke in her nave voice, which seemed hardly could reach to his ears. She looked around, for her luck place was empty leaving one or two people were sitting so far on the ground under the shadow of huge trees. Her nervous eyes turned toward the direction where priest was busy in worship inside small temple, she signed in relax.

"Excuse me - '

This time her voice was little loud, affected Maan to blink his eyes. His eyes travelled from her eyes to her lips, in wait of her next utterance.

"Please remove your hands''

"I have seen this lips..'' His mind resounded, ignoring what she was saying.

"Listen, just leave me!!''

Now Geet was angry, she yelled gathering her lost spirit and that effected Maan in very right way, he quickly left her feeling embarrassed.

"I'm sorry'' He spoke. Geet turned to leave.

"Ar-are you okay!!''

Geet looked him back, hearing his accent she understood he was not native Indian. She nodded and went to resume her doing but Maan kept gazing her. He was trying to identify her, she looked very familiar but perhaps, his mind and heart were occupied with Geet mirage to that extend, that when she actually came, his mind refused to accept it. But somewhere he was not ready to ignore the pleasure he felt keeping her in his arms.

He was staring her and walking ahead when bumped into an old man.

"I'm sorry'' Maan said instantly,

"At least in temple keep your eyes on God''

"Pardon!'

Old-man taunted which meaning Maan did not understand. Though he knew easy Hindi but the guy words passed from over his head. Old-man shook head in disgust and left cursing this new generation boys.

Geet chuckled. She was decorating flowers in a plate for further prayer when heard a phone ring. Her head turned toward Maan who was just to receive the call.

"Yes Mama''

"Where are you Maan?'

"In temple'

"Really!!'' He could literally hear his mother excitement knowing that her son visited to temple there. She advised him to pray and bring blessings for his family. Living in abroad she always used to miss her culture. Maan smiled.

"Ji Mama, I will bring''

He ended call and resumed staring Geet. Strangely found her looking at him only but as she was caught, turned her attention back to plate, scolding her mind to do so.

Maan looked around standing in the open veranda. He wanted to talk someone who could tell how to complete worship here,

"Excuse me, can you tell me where I can get things for prayer?''

Priest looked Maan with great concentration; he was looking like a stone statue to Maan. He narrowed eyebrows when suddenly realized, he had spoken in English. He instantly opened mouth to ask again in proper words when heard, her;

"You can buy it from there''

Geet pointed toward a direction. Maan liked her melodies voice, he nodded in gratitude and left to buy things. He came back in few minutes; found she was still there likewise waiting for him.

"Give this plate to priest he will do rest of the works''

Maan did what she had said. He called priest and advanced plate to him, still keeping half attention on Geet. He did not realize when little Sindoor fell on ground from his plate. He continued staring her, standing little far and waited for his plate to be given back.

Geet enlightened the little candle for Aarti in her plate. She stood up and covered head with Dupatta. She started moving her hand round and round before statue holding the big plate; shutting down eyes in devotion she became engrossed entirely.

Maan was spell-bounded looking at the pure beauty before him, for few minutes he had forgotten his longing for Geet. The beautiful sight had attracted his attention completely and he had no complain, although.

Geet's chiffon Dupatta was lightly flying in warm wind, it was slipping down again and again from her head and shoulder which she was trying to get back on place. Slowly wind started playing more naughtily. Seemed wind knew her husband was there after long years and he had every right over her to relish her beauty without any hindrance, wind was hell bent on revealing her allure before Maan, taking chance of on one around.

Maan saw her struggling with big plate in one hand and other hand was busy tugging Dupatta on place, unknowingly smile touched his lips. Geet glared him once opened her eyes, chanting prayer in low tone. She gave him grumble look and again shut eyes down. Maan chuckled, but he walked to her. That naughty material had slipped down already, exposing half of her slim and white arms and was wishing to reveal more when Maan held it immediately.

Geet felt slight caress on her arms from down to upward, she stopped chanting, in obscure pleasure could not open her eyes, even she halted sounds of heartbeats to hear, what he does next. Maan raised her Duppta up to her shoulder and placed there properly. He could feel the slight shake of her body along with squeezing of eyes with trembling lips, but ignoring all those signs of his effect upon her, he tugged Dupatta over her head and let his hand placed there, like someone gives blessing to beloved one.

She waited him to remove his hand from her head but when he did not she opened her hazels and looked him to convey her wish, to remove his hand but as if Maan was swimming inside her brown hazels, he did not granted her wish. She raised her hand and held his, to remove herself,

"Your Dupatta will again fall. You complete while I help you'

In actual she should have yelled on him to touch her without her permission but for some reason she kept quiet, in fact she wanted to smile but that would be fair foolishness. She resumed her Aarti and completed it.

Maan moved back gave her space on the name of privacy. Geet kept plate on floor and kneeled down, touched her head on floor unknowingly at the same place where Sindoor had fallen from Maan's plate and little of it glued on her head. When she stood up, Maan name again had been written on her fate without her know. She left out after that, giving Maan a slight smile.

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Maan was watching Geet from far, sitting on marble stairs. She was distributing food box in poor people', giggling and talking with them. Maan liked her laugh. It was very strange, his eyes were disobeying the principles he had taught them in years, to not to look at any girl leaving out Geet, but here he was also companying them. Geet was feeling his gaze on her, she got alarmed. Till now Maan had come to know it was her birthday and celebrating it in this way, he loved it.

He opened his small bag pack and fetched out that Dupatta,

"Geet, I wish one day we would be here together, celebrating our special day like you would like. I wish I could see you wearing this Dupatta my Angel, I know you would look the most beautiful girl, more than what I would have imagined ever''

He kissed the cloth. Suddenly he heard a girl scream, his head turned toward Geet, she was not there. An instant fear run inside his heart, he hurried and run in direction from where sound had come.

His legs stopped at the half way when found her shouting over the water-tap. Her upper body was drenched completely and she was cursing tap for making her wet. She removed Dupatta and squashed it to dry it when suddenly sensed someone's presence there, immediately she turned back covering her chest with crossed arms, she felt awkward. Here Maan also found his act indecent he turned eyes aside from her and asked what happened.

"tap flap was broken'' She said shivering in cold.

Geet watched him with cornered eyes, he was holding a cloth,

"If you don't mind, can I borrow that cloth from you? I can't go out in my wet dress''

Maan looked the Dupatta and immediately denied. His fist crushed cloth more protectively in anger, with the mere thought of touching his Geet belonging by anyone else his temper raised.

"I'm sorry I can't. It's very special for me, it's for someone else'', he stated with stern tone and decided to leave. He walked for few steps but his legs felt heavier than ever. It felt something was stopping him to go, leaving her alone. He found a guy was coming at her direction. He looked back to her; she was really in very pitiful condition, was trying to cover those inviting assets of body behind wet cloth which was not at all helping in any way. He stared the cloth in his hand, once again then to Geet, he had to take decision soon.

Suddenly Geet found the cloth flied over her head, which had been thrown by same man, she stared to, he was leaving the temple premise taking fast steps in anger..

Precap: "Maan where are you going,, Maann!!!'' Adi saw from his car, Maan was running crazily toward a girl across road..