MG (FF) Back to You# III (#ThrowBack: Pg. 105) 26/03/15 COMPLETED - Page 32

Real Homecoming

Golden shadows surround,

Bricks of eternity peep,

In symphony our names the sparks shout,

As our real homecoming we reap.

"Idiots"

He muttered under his breath close to Geet's ear and she laughed.

"O my gooodness"

Meera almost ran down Maan to hug Geet.

"At last you found your stupid gallant tyrant"

She said loud enough for the gallant tyrant to hear

"I heard that"

"You were meant to Khuarana"

Before Maan could counter further Samar slapped his back as if nothing had happened last night. As if Maan hadn't almost murdered him with his eyes on the street stall after being pitted with Yash

Samar might have thought Maan had forgotten all his set-ups' but Maan clearly hadn't.

"So you chose Geet over sanyas! Not a good choice, I thought you must have been running for the hills"

Samar laughed.

"If you don't shut that moth of yours I think a self-acclaimed painter will be forced to take sanyas"

Maan snorted.

"Come on bro, you can't mean to be mad at us. It all helped you in the end! What say Geet?"

He winked in her direction and Maan couldn't spank his brother for flirting because Samar interrupted.

"You can't counter our plan Maan! You have to agree it was awesome"

"Plan?"

Geet asked.

"Off course, why do you think I took a connecting flight of Delhi and made sure to bump into my sweet college friend?"

Samar gave Maan an extra-sugary-look, apparently in full teasing mode.

"You liar, your hand is also in one piece, right?"

Maan gave a shove to the sling and Samar shrieked.

"Maan stop it..." "I'm so sorry man..."

Meera and Maan both said in unison but the former charged the air several notches higher.

Maan looked from Meera to Samar and didn't miss the flicker of realization of pain pass. But as fast as it had occurred, the charged air misted back.

"Abey careful! It's actually fractured"

Samar pointed to the injured hand and Maan grinned.

"Well deserved"

They both laughed and so did the others.

"Congratulations yaar. It took eight years and you've finally found what was always yours"

Samar came forward to hug his friend and in a tender moment of boyhood, the two macho men embraced tight.

"Come here little one"

Samar opened his good arm to Geet and she joined the hug.

After they broke apart Maan gave a mocking glare to Dev

"I'll deal with you later Champ"

Unbridled affection passed and Dev hugged his brother tightly. Maan smiled and hugged back, the two boys who had lost their parents, status and the life they'd since forever called theirs had coped differently. While Maan had channelized his energy in building it up from the scratch, Dev had tried to destroy himself in alcohol in a foreign country.

But the two had finally moved over in life and today stood with their proud achievements by their sides.

"Thank you"

Geet murmured after they broke apart.

"Thank you for being there guys, for doing all of this for us"

She looked gratefully at each of them.

"I agree"

Maan said wrapping his arm around Geet's shoulder as he looked at his brother and friends.

"I had given up after last night"

He looked to the sea beyond, one which yesterday had brought doom and foreboding and a life of loneliness but had filled his life with love and prospects of a future so bright, his eyes shimmered even in thoughts of that tomorrow with Geet.

And it all had happened because of the angels in guise of hooligans. Okay, he would never tell them that because their egos didn't need inflation. His friends, their friends.

"But how did you'll contact each other? How did you know all this?"

Geet asked quiet baffled.

Just then they heard a police man whistling down the jogging stretch, apparently ringing the warning bell for late nighters. And they had no wish to be caught sneaking or worst double dating in the open public place.

"Well that's a long story Geet. Will tell you some other day. Now let's go back before mamu catches hold of us"

She pointed towards the man wandering in distance.

"Geet is not going anywhere"

Maan's hold tightened on her shoulder as he grunted at Meera.

"That's not at all fair bro; Geet's mom has made Meera and me sleep differently for all these days. No chance you'll are going alone"

He shook his head laughing.

One glare from Maan, but one frosty-nosed glare and Dev's laughter bubbled up in his throat. Geet laughed while Samar joined Dev.

"Well he is right actually. You'll aren't married so no night outs"

He drawled in a papa-bear-tone. But Maan had noticed the discomfort that had passed his face before it vanished completely.

"Meer"

Geet looked at her friend for help and Meera giggled.

"Arey go baba...they are bugging you"

"I would have taken her anyways. You think I'm scared of these two?"

Maan pointed at Samar and Dev as if they were no more than a pair of jokers with cherry noses and shining white smiles. Both men grunted at the same time as Maan gave a pointed stare.

"But Meer I haven't spoken to Papa. He must be so angry! What happened there? Was there a scene? Where's Rohan? Did mumma explain it to papaa.."

"Geet, Geet. Calm down. Yes there was a bit of scene but nothing serious. Because Yash was there it didn't flare up. Rano aunty was talking to uncle and he was almost convinced when we left. Don't worry yaar. It's all going to be okay. Its better if you stay out tonight though"

Meera nodded at Maan.

"And Rohan?"

Maan's anxious question warmed something invisible inside Geet.

"He ate ice cream and a slice of pizza and went to sleep. Grrr"

Meera imitated a snore which obviously Rohan didn't make.

"Then it's decided. You guys head home. I want my Mishty to myself tonight. And for every night to come"

Maan looked down at her smiling and she nodded.

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Stumbling through the not-so-well-kept gardens they reached the huge door of his bungalow. She was back there, Geet thought with a smile. This is where she had started to share his life; how nervous she had been that rainy evening years back to ask the intimidating creature named Maan Singh Khurana to do her documentary. She shook her head as he turned the key in the lock with a flick of his wrist.

The scattered garden lamps and low cast lighting gave him a majestic charm, one half of his profile toasted light golden while the rest remained in shadows as he worked on the screen door. She admired him working. His eyes narrowed in concentration, the grim mouth set in a line as he worked. Those smooth triceps flexing from beneath his rolled sleeves did sinister things to her insides. The man was beautiful, every woman's dream...

Just as the thought dispensed, her breath hitched.

"Mishty"

Maan had pushed open the doors and there lay the regal marble alley with high ceilings and huge doorways beckoning.

"Wait Maan"

She stopped his advances towards her.

"What about Sameera?"

He frowned.

"What about Sameera?"

"I mean did you two ever..."

"Did the two of us ever dated?"

Maan cocked an eyebrow slipping his hands into the perfectly tailored pockets of his pants as he stood all tall and intimidating over her. He looked down at her a long moment, assessing the discomfort she had asking. A part of him was ecstatic to see her jealous, the other sane part worried and enraged that he couldn't imbibe that amount of faith in her.

But that was about to change, he told himself. Now!

"Do I look like a man who had even a weekend of relaxation for years that I would have dated someone? Someone that was not you!"

He didn't look offended but his firm words soothed the nerves in her body like no amount of patient sweet-talk could. It was another issue altogether that he wasn't any great at sweet talk!

"But the articles?"

"Are always written until the bachelor gets hooked up, no?"

He continued explaining to her patiently, now that they were in his garden and safe he wasn't in a hurry to rush things.

"Geet, I have risen into the top breed of young CEOs only in the last three years. And every media shark wants a byte of my personal life. Only there isn't one; so they create. Ms. Chopra is not the only one, you know. If you'd surf enough there was a French model, whose name I forget and another Indo-British business woman called Ira Rushdie and...I don't even remember now. I don't know what's going on about me in the market until my PR team comes up with real serious stories to counter with their own strategies."

He shook his head.

"All of this comes with the territory."

He waved a hand over his frame.

"And you should know it, you are a media professional yourself"

"I know."

She croaked not meeting his eye.

"I just...you know...You are a man and she was really, ummm pretty. Did you meet her...often?"

She tried to make coherent sentences in the heat of her embarrassment. How could she think this man wasn't hers?

Maan's finger tugged under her chin and lifted her face to meet his, her uncertain eyes boring into his confident ones.

"To me there is no one beautiful but you"

His confession made her heart flutter and finally she smiled, in gratitude, in relief, in surrender. It was actually true; this beautiful gorgeous broken man was hers and only hers. Just as she was his and only his.

"And no, I haven't met her more than thrice. I have to attend certain philanthropic balls and functions; she just happened to be at some"

Maan added for good measure.

"But tell me something Geet"

He lowered his head to kiss a light trail down her cheek bone to her cheek while his index finger caressed the other. She closed her eyes suddenly excited as his touch and breath burned her. Maan talked to her cheek, his words dissipating in her heated blushing skin.

"Had I said I dated her, would you have gone after Ms. Chopra with your claws?"

The sexy tug of his lips on one side was all she could take in and not explode in sensuous joy and mad rage. The tease! She thought.

"Eh?"

He cocked an eyebrow.

Eh! The two letter word was something he had tended to learn anew, Geet thought despondently. And how it was sexy, oh so sexy, affecting her in ways she had no ideas to describe. And why did she have a feeling he knew it.

"Would you have cried bloody murder Geet?"

He murmured close to her ear.

"Probably"

She shrugged, not at all comfortable voicing the jealousy she had shown this moment. Oh but she had always been jealous; not of the flight attendant miss-skinny-pouty Leila or numerous scantily clad females ogling her Maan in La Chanson...Okay, maybe a little or a lot more if she was honest. But Sameera Chopra's article had short circuited some darn sane parts of her brain she had not acknowledged then...

"Does that bother you?"

Geet asked him breathless, lifting her face to look straight in his eye.

"Yes."

Her questioning gaze was met with his sudden tug on her waist and she found herself plastered against his body. The hungry bulge of his body pressed hot and shameless in her bare tummy, his thick pants and her flimsy duppatta playing hardly any barriers. Geet gasped at the contact, her breasts, soft and round pressed into the hardness of his male chest as his hands remained firmly clasped around her waist. The cool night air and fresh greens of the garden emitted a chasm of sorts in the golden dark shadows where they stood.

"It bothers me because this is what I feel."

He pressed her body more firmly into his, making her aware of the feeling. The occasional cries of crickets punctuating the sexy silence that followed

"When I discover you love me so much that you feel the same way about me; to kill anyone who takes me away from you. When I discover your jealous possessive side. When I discover how wanted I am by you"

He sounded like an animal, a primal Neanderthal grunt barely reaching her ears that made her shudder with anticipation.

"O Maan"

She let her hand slip up and onto his torso, touching the muscles under his shirt that flexed and rippled; coming apart under her touch. She felt a female sense of victory over him, to affect and arouse him the way he did to her with not more than two lettered words.

"Mishty"

He bent his dark head to fuse their lips when a loud fire cracker went up in the sky above them; and she snapped out of the gallant tyrant's spell. The sparkles rained over them for moments passed but the kiss didn't happen when she flattened her hand over his chest with a sexy teasing smirk and pulled away.

"This might be our private space Maan but we aren't married yet"

The tease in her tone was only enhanced by the way she pronounced his name. Out of the stupor they had woven like a cocoon moments ago, Maan straightened up, his exasperation at missing the moment replaced by the glint that said you're-challenging-the-beast.'

"Giving me the showdown Mrs. Superman, eh?"

He lowered his head again until his lips touched the corner of her mouth but not her mouth. His tongue came out and licked the spot chastely even as her hand came up to push him back but scrunched his shirt in a fist. She arched into him unconsciously.

But he had pulled back smirking and swooped her high up in his arms.

"What are you doing Maan...?"

"Carrying you home darling"

He answered earnestly, their faces inches away and the sanctity of their love bouncing off them and the surrounding bricks and plants in chaste waves.

"Your pent house in New York, that's where our homecoming was, remember?"

She questioned playfully. He shook his head grinning

"Our home is here, here is our homecoming"

Saying so, he stepped over the threshold of his home with his woman in his arms.

Hmmm

Naughtiness coming up!

Maaneet Ek bungalow mein band ho!

Rum pum pum pum pum...

Aur....left to your imagination🤪😆

To entice you'll further

PRECAP

"Get out of this"

"What"

She turned around shocked out of the stupor. Only to meet that formidable intensity in his gaze, the hungry raw flickering that she had seen but a handful of times when she had challenged or disobeyed him back in New York.

"But Maan..."

"You want me to help?"

He started unbuttoning his shirt with deft firm fingers and she gulped. Her gaze lowered from his beautiful face to the body that he was unwrapping with a predator's might. Button by button, exposing skin by sinful skin of his chest and torso. Strong male muscles glinted and rippled under the hot gaze of low room lighting and toasted in the appreciation of her eyes.

"Ummm...Maan what are you..."

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That's not at all fair bro; Geet's mom has made Meera and me sleep differently for all these days. No chance you'll are going alone"

He shook his head laughing.

One glare from Maan, but one frosty-nosed glare and Dev's laughter bubbled up in his throat. Geet laughed while Samar joined Dev.

Dev Babu ...beware of your wings! You might end up wingless very soon if you go on same speed!

Honestly i don't think girl would be allowed for a night without marriage, look at the scenario! It wouldn't be that good after what she has done b4 coming over to Maan!

Awww i know if this had not happened i'd have been more worried😳 kya karoo felt like giving some lecture😆

Raat baki hain aur pyar bhi😳

Why don't you change update day to sunday?

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