MG SS: COACH..! I LOVE YOU - PART 3 - UPDATED PG 12 - 25-APR-2014 - Page 6

PART 3

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Maan watched players from far trying very hard to keep up with speed to complete 10 rounds on time. Maan knew it isn't a piece of cake for them to reach the target in scheduled time. He wasn't going to judge them with who will come first, second or last. He wanted to test their calibre to sustain in the field even after running for hours.

Playing in world up in front of whole world on foreign land isn't that easy as playing in homeland and representing state team. Who knows better than him how hard it is to play in world up. Being a boy he himself faced lots of difficulties in the beginning of his carrier. Now it's his responsibility to make them ready for the women's football FIFA world cup which is taking place in Spain after 3 months. This is a great opportunity to do something in return to his motherland.

He wants best for his country but his country knew what's best for this Women's football team -The Bests of best COACH, Maan Singh Khurana. Only he can polish these players so that they can shine in the world cup with techniques.

Maan saw few of them dragging their legs behind while puffing for air; few aren't ready to give up, and some have already crashed on the track. But one person is too stubborn to show any weakness on the field. Maan watched geet running with constant speed looking ahead. She even didn't stop to help other players who have fell down in front of her. Her only aim is to complete this task on time, sorry punishment. Maan smiled looking at this sherni running like a dear "not bad! Miss.Handa..".

Maan blew a whistle looking at his watch "Times up..Girls.." signalled them to once again gather around.

By then every players were sweating like pigs, some were puffing for air. They managed to complete 6-8 rounds but none could complete full 10 rounds. Whilst geet still keep running on track ignoring maan's instructions.

"Miss. Handa, Come back..You don't need to complete all 15 rounds today itself.." Maan called from pavilion.

Geet isn't ready to accept her defeat. She must complete these 15 rounds. "Kya smajtha hain apne aapko...ki Geet Handa is a loser...time katham huwa tho kya huwa main hey 15 rounds poori karkey chodungi..now its matter of pride and Geet handa never quits...woh aakri second takk ladegi..."

Maan watched her fumbling few times yet she kept running like nothing matters as far as she proves her point. Now maan was bit worried for geet, Am I being so tough on her. He knew that 15 rounds in this stadium is like running 10 km on one stretch with constant speed. And even boys sometimes get tired at 7 to 9 rounds.

"Miss.Handa ! I said stop..You don't need to do the extra rounds. You already have completed 10 rounds on time.."

But geet is geet; she ain't stopping anywhere. Geet heard Maan saying to stop her to which she just smirked at him. She is covered with sweat from tip to toe. Her track jercy soaked with her sweat. Geet is breathless yet trying to steady her breath.

"Miss.Handa..Last warning...I said stop were you are.."Maan warned her one last time.

Geet "common geet...14 up...1 more to go..." by now geet felt her thigh muscles giving a hell lot of pain and her calves muscles making painful contractions.

Maan couldn't stand here and watch her stupidity. He removed his jercy; threw it on the ground and ran as fast as he can across the grass filed, short cut to reach her before she falls.

Geet cringed with sudden pain in her calves yet she didn't stop from running "Geet...don't give up! Look at the finish line only 100 mts far...common you can do it.." geet increased her speed to reach the finish line. Maan ran behind her shouting at her to stop "Damn it! Hey ladkhi pagal hain kya...?..." maan cussed couple of times while increasing his speed.

Before he catch her, geet already crossed the finish line and lost balance when her legs gave up to which she tripped and fell hard on ground rolling over couple of times.

Terrified Maan screamed her name when he saw her hitting the ground hard. In one jump was beside geet who was on the ground with her face down. Sameera with other two players came running towards them with a water bottle and towel in hand.

Breathless Maan was shaking within when he turned Geet over in his arms. Maan checked her sweat covered face, arms checking whether she is hurt. Her body is so hot due to over warm up. Then slowly geet opened her eyes with a smirk on her face "Coach! I did complete 15 rounds with 25 + 5 minute"

Sameera said to geet passing the water bottle to maan "Nuveku piccha kadha?...(are you mad? )" to which geet totally ignored her.

Maan brought the water bottle near to her mouth lifting her head a bit. Geet drank water without protesting anymore. She watched his blank face while drinking water and smirked with triumph. This is just the beginning Mr.Hasmukh..abb aagye aagye dekho hota hain kya...you will ever feel sorry for messing up with Geet Handa. Mujhe punish karega...geet handa ko...abb dekhthi hun tum kaise bachoge iss Geet ki hathonse.

Maan has never let his emotions display in public. He was always known as coolest player in the game even the team is losing the game. Many times they have won the game coz of his coolness nature yet ever strategising mind. He knew losing isn't an option but one fails to notice other possibilities. That's why people call him Mr. Mount Everest.

Now he is super angry on geet, coz one she disobeyed him; second, she is making him go crazy.

Maan neither want to show her that he is worried nor want to say something to which she will do exactly opposite. He has to be patient with her, so that he can understand her properly and gain her confidence. He remembered what Mr. Singh has said.

"Miss.Handa! are you alright..? can you walk..?" maan asked bit worried rather concerned.

"I am perfectly fine coach.." geet said with confidence without letting him know about the severe pain in her legs.

Maan knew that she was lying and he don't want to argue with her infront of other girls. He helped her to stand up circling his arm around her shoulders. Maan felt her side breast touch his left ribcage; he shivered with a jolt when 1000 watt current passed through his body. Till then he was so worried to notice her natural coloured pink lips closed over the water bottle while drinking water; few water drops trickled down her neck which made maan to gulp his saliva. He was tempted to kiss but if he don't back off right now he may kiss her to which Geet handa might slap him strainght. Quickly maan left her shoulders which caused her to lose balance. Geet was about to fall on ground again, immediately maan caught her again in his arms sideways before she hit the ground. For a moment everything went still, no one said a word. Geet had her eyes shut tightly; her hands were fisted into balls over his red coloured tank top. She felt his fast beating heart thumping over the top. Maan slowly made her stand straight while caressing her cheeks "Geet! open your eyes..you are safe now.." geet slowly opened her eyes to look at his worried face. For some reasons geet didn't had this desire to snap at him by looking at the concerned covered face. Geet tried to walk but muscles in her calves protested to move her legs. "Ek Minute..! sameera could you please help her to walk till the locker room." Maan asked sameera to help geet so that he can get the sprayer to lessen her pain. He knew deep down that if he help her now other players might think that he is treating her differently.

"Aaj keliye hey kaafi hain ...hey tho sirf trailer tha. Kal subha se aap logon ko real practice shuru hoga..tho tabb takk keliye tum sabb aaram karlo..." maan said to other players while picking up his jercy from the ground.

"Now you all may leave except Miss.Handa" Maan said pointing at geet who was standing beside sameera. Maan didn't missed geet refusing anyone's help by jerking sameera's hands off over her shoulders.

"And one more thing, Evening, sharp 6 pm I want everyone should be present in gym... I don't want to hear any excuses.. And DON'T BE LATE or else I will make each one to do 200 bench press if anyone player comes late" maan said looking at geet.

Geet knew he was warning her indirectly. He is making her to do the way he wants. "huh! Main bhi dekhti hun ..tum kya karlega"

Everyone left leaving behind maan and limping geet.

Maan was amused at her stubborn nature "Kitini ziddi hain ladkhi..kisiki baat nahi sunnthi nahi apna akal istemal karegi.."

Maan watched her walking towards the locker room limping stubbornly. He knew her muscles at legs giving hell lot of pain yet she is not ready to accept it the protest of her body.

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At locker room

Other players have already left the locker room when geet made her way to locker room. Geet gritted her jaws tight when she finally reached the locker room. The muscles in her legs protesting, when she tried to lift her leg up on the bench, the painful contractions made her to scream "Ahh! f**k..f**k..damn f**k.." geer cussed when a sweat started to form on her forehead.

"Geet! Cussing is very bad habit" maan walked towards the bench where geet was seated with her right leg rested on it.

Geet watched him sitting on the bench beside her rested leg. "May I?" maan asked her pointing at the leg to which geet nodes for a yes with still watching him.

Maan rolled her track pant upwards while looking at her well toned up leg. "Ittna gussa...seyath keliye acchi baat nahi hain geet.." maan said taking out the sprayer from medical kit. He sprayed on her calves where the muscles might be giving her pain. Geet didn't reply to his comment "You over did it geet... I just wanted some discipline in team..But you mistaken my punishment as some kind of challenge..."Geet closed her eyes when she felt his cold long fingers massaging over her muscles.

I felt so good when his fingers started to work magic on my stressed muscles.

Geet "ummm! That feels so good" geet voiced out her thoughts loudly to which maan just chuckled at her innocence.

"Hogaya..now keep your left leg up" maan asked geet who was enjoying his massage with closed eyes. Geet snap opened her when she realised her mistake.

"woh! Main..main..." Maan smiled at her while picking up her other leg on bench. "It's Okay" Geet felt her face get flustered with embarrassment when she met maan's intense gaze. Maan rolled up her track pant without breaking their eye contact. He sprayed the pain killer over her throbbing muscles; the chillness of sprayer made geet to shiver. Her voice stuck in her throat when maan started to massage it "How could you be so stupid geet? don't you know you need to do stretching exercise before warm up...you are going to become an international player...such kind of behaviour might get you in trouble.."

Geet knew he was right but she don't want to agree with him. Geet pulled her leg back from his hands "Thank you coach! But I am not stupid..I knew what I was doing..." Geet reached her bag which was laid on floor and stood up to leave.

Maan couldn't say more. He knew she is running away from people who tried to reach her...He knew it takes time to break the shell which she has created around her heart.

Geet glanced back at him for one last time before leaving the locker room.. she felt nice when he cared...yet she don't want show it to him. Maan waved back at her when she glanced at him before leaving "Don't be late for gym session...be there sharp at 6 pm" maan informed her before she step out leaving smiling maan behind.

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...To Be Continued...

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P.S: Phew! Finally I managed to type this update. Well I want to clear few things related to this story.

1. In this fiction, Maan is very cool minded and patient man where as geet is very hot headed and aggressive.

2. Geet doesn't believe in human bonding or friendship.

If you still have some other doubts please let me know. Please press the like button and don't forget to leave long comments.

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