MG SS Bring It On!! Thread 2 Chapter 12 Page 74 April 25 - Page 30

Chiara is a godsend woman. Her problem with clothes, or lack of it for the outing was easily sorted by her. She sent someone to town with measurements and brought two pair of trousers and some tunics. After pairing a sunlight yellow tunic with off white shorts and a long Victorian type hat borrowed from chiara, Geet waited for Maan. Her issues with Maan wont prevent her from sightseeing. The slight footsteps made her turn and her breath hitched in throat. Minute by minute his sexiness only grew. Brown casual cotton shirt teamed up with faded blue jeans, he looked arrogant. His hair was spiked with gel, but his eyes were touching each part of her body making her shiver with awareness. Oh god! he should be banned from the world for his sex appeal. Suddenly yesterdays moments flashed in her mind, which made her get back to control.

Geet started to move forwards, but before she could take a step, she was hauled against a scented hard chest, unfortunately which was covered.

She started to hit his chest to leave her, but maan's hold only tightened.

She stopped protesting and stared at him unbelievingly.

Geet could say that he was not at all good at this. His eyes were looking at her expectantly and earnestly. Somewhere it touched her heart. He looked so lost.

His smile was so sincere and wide that she felt herself smiling. He kissed her cheeks making it waver. She dint realize her acceptance meant so much to the great MSK.

The sudden hug made her aware of other things like how much their bodies were plastered and how much his stroking fingers on her waist were making her tingle.

Geet felt like a tourist wearing the helmet and other cycling gears. But she enjoyed it. Its totally different from rest of the things she usually did like paragliding, surfing.. First they took steep pathways through the wine estates including Hilly Montalcino. They stopped at some places enjoying the spectacular views. On their way they had light breakfast at a local store. She felt like they are two normal people, Maan and Geet, enjoying their holiday without the burden of their wealth. People only spoke Italian and Maan as a perfect guide translated their talks.

They were really enjoying the trip when she spotted a terrifying scene. A man was beating a woman with stick. Her clothes are filled with blood and people around them were standing doing nothing. Without waiting for Maan, she parked the bicycle and headed towards the place.

Si cagna! mi stai negando denaro! come ti permetti!(You bitch! you're denying money! how dare you!)

Geet marched towards them and pushed the man away.

From the foul smell Geet understood that the man was drunk. But she couldn't understand what he was saying. She looked around for Maan, but he was nowhere to be seen. She helped the woman to get up but the man was again hauling the stick at her. She caught his hand and pushed him causing him to stumble on the ground. The woman was covering behind her. Suddenly a woman ran towards her and tugged her.

She looked disgustedly at the rest of the men watching the scene. How ridiculous. Suddenly the woman beside her shrieked . the man was advancing towards her with a knife. Fury erupted inside her and then in the name of god she kicked him with her boots at his shin and slapped him hard. A cry of agony erupted from him and he fell hard. But she hasn't finished with him yet. She again kicked hard and beat him with stick.

She took a deep breathe and turned towards man. Police were arresting him and after dumbing him to the van, they nodded at Maan and went.

Geet shrugged her shoulders and went towards the woman.

She sensed admiration in his eyes, but may be she imagined it because now he was frowning.

After having lunch lavishly at a nearby restaurant they set out to explore Fosdinovo castle. The Castle dint lose its charm or beauty even if it was built on 12th century. It was said that no damage happened to castle even after an earthquake. The structure and cravings on the walls are even more beautiful. Its said that one can lose their way inside if there is no proper guide.

Maan looked at her eyes which were filled with tears.

He looked at her as she wiped her tears. Is this the same woman who beat that drunkard to death? She is fiery like wildfire and compassionate like a mother. How many more face this woman have? This woman intrigued him day by day. When he was trying hard to deny his feelings, he dint realize his geet has already made a special place in his life. He has never met anyone like her in his life. And here she was given to him in a silver platter by his parents, which he cruelly ignore. He judged her badly even before he met. No wonder she wants out from this relation.

Maan gazed at her ethereal form in the dim sunlight. He watched the way the breeze ruffled her dark silken hair like a golden flag. How can he ignore his feelings for such a beautiful and loving woman? He thought by admitting his feeling is some sort of weakness. But by not admitting it, if he is going to lose this woman, then No.. he is going to win her heart by hook or by crook. Ms. Geet Handa, wherever you go, I will chase you my love. Lets Bring It On once again.




Note: Once again sorry for the lateness. I was hospitalized due to viral fever. Amidst this, thankyou for the support you showed through likes and comments. I will be wrapping up the story soon, if the forum is to be closed. Thanku once again. Happy Easter to All.