SS : Handa- The Loner, Part 13 Pg 35[19/03/19] - Page 3

Nice update..

Lovely part... Both maan n Geet are poles apart in theirs life, MAAN- EMOTIONAL, SENSITIVE, CARING GEET-RUDE, EMOTIONLESS, STONE HEARTED THIS WHAT WE CAN MAKE OUT LOOKING AT INITIAL PARTS OF STORY... WAITING TO READ MORE ...

hi,

I usually don't read people who don't finish stories so have pity and finish it 😆

love the characters being so distinct and different

typical response of Dev and Divya

I agree with them though

It is hard to be around someone who clings and also someone who is emotionally unavailable

Looking forward to more soon

I find that if you update regualrly and keep providing teasers between updates, readers stay interested

You may wanna try it

Part 1 - Geet wants break-up...but from whom...is it maan.? Geet was not happy with him. Hope that messages sent by him only. She was not interested in anything. She liked her aloof life.

Maan seemed full of life and positive towards her. Who was divya bebe.? What she has relation with maan.?

Geet was non-responsive with maan too.

Part 2 - so both geet & maan both are opposite in nature. She was totally aloof person, not interested in anything and he was too much good for others that they without hesitating took advantages of his good nature.

Pinky and adi were bosses to geet & maan...it was something diff I had read before. Dosti se promotion ho gaya dono ka, boss ban gaye.

Geet's visit to psychologist was just to get her slipping pills.

I think divya is fool to reject a good man like maan. Her reason was weird to reject him. his reaction to break up was justified. Same goes to geet. Her reason was funny that she was fade up seeing his face.

Originally posted by: kawaii_geet

waiting

Originally posted by: Ginnosuke_Nohar

Going to update this one dearie. Caught up with all the guests and work during the festival. Swachta Abhiyan. Lol.

Hope that you all are still interested in the story. My mom is asking what tap-tap I'm doing this late at night. Haha. I'm not telling her that I'm into story writing. She would want to know what am I writing about. What if she wants to read it. I've plans of writing kisses, cuddling and much more intimate scenes. Na baba na. It's better she remains in dark about this hobby of mine. Enough with my much-much.

Third Shot

The next day was second October,a public holiday. Maan woke up with a terrible headache.And the mixer grinder's noise coming from the apartment next to his didn't help in alleviating his pain at all.

Every time he thought that Ms.Handa was done grinding things and he would have some peace, the awful noise would start again.

He pressed the bell to her door to ask her to lower down the volume.

The prim and proper Ms.Handa opened the door. She was wearing a lavender cotton dress that had small white lilies printed all over it.The dress flared at her waist and fell to her knees. Her hair was wet and smelled of shampoo and her face looked as fresh as cucumber? Flower may be. He wasn't much of a poet.

"Morning, Geet! It seems you've a lot of churning job today. It would be kind if you push it to a later hour. I'm unwell today and have a severe headache," he said while trying to peep inside her house.

Geet noticed the bloodshot eyes and his bedraggled hair and anger bubbled inside her.Because of this man she hadn't able to sleep a wink.As it was, she was an insomniac. She had hard time sleeping in spite of the sleeping pills. And last night's music coupled up with his tone-deaf voice had spoiled her sleep.

How dare he make such a request!

"I won't.What would you do?"

Maan would've been more surprised had she acquiesced to his request. Smilingly, he asked, "Guests coming in today? You're looking so pretty. I mean you always do but today you're blooming. You've been in the kitchen from like 6 in the morning. Busy day? Can I help? I'm a great cook!"

He wasn't. He didn't even know the C of cooking. But it had been two days since Divya had left him and he was already feeling depressed and alone. He needed a company. Anything was acceptable to keep him and his mind busy.

"No. I hate being helped. I'm more than enough to take care of my jobs. Now if you're done just bugger off."

Her house looked so clean. Sparkled actually. He would like to see how her bedroom looked like. Something about her interested him. Why was she like this? Why did she dump her boyfriend? Why was she so anti-social?

"Why do you hate me so much?"

"I feel no emotion for you. Anyway what are you expecting from a woman whom you are continuously disturbing and stalking?"

"Sta..." he opened his mouth then closed it.Then opened it again.

"Stalking?" he asked horrified, "Is that how you've been seeing this. You... you think I'm a stalker?" Distress was written all over his face.

"Stalking it is, Mr.Khurana. Following me around and forcing your friendship on me, what is it called in your culture?"

"I've never followed you around.And all those times I'd started conversations with you, it was because I was trying to be a good neighbor."

"Not interested," she said waspishly ready to close the door.

"I was resisting because I didn't want to curse anyone right in the morning. You're so rude!" He said.

"Don't need such considerations from anybody. And thank you for making my day!" she countered back. She banged the door close and then turning away from it chanted some cool mantras. She had always been short tempered. But after joining yoga classes, she had gained some control over her anger. She had begun to be calmer in the past few months but this man had a way of waking up her demons.

She was busy doing breathing exercises when the bell rang again.

Unbelievable! He was back again!

"You do hate me."

"I don't."

"Any way, do you by chance have spare lemons?" he asked sweeping a hand through his hair.

"Lemons? And that too spare?"

"Yeah. Life is offering me too many lemons these days but all those are metaphorical. Can't make juice out of them."

"You're quite something, Mr.Khurana. I just humiliated you and you're back at my door asking me for lemons! Don't you have things like ego or self pride?"

Although he gave her a soft smile, his eyes remained unreadable.

"Long time back I could either live or walk around dead carrying the weight of such voluminous things like ego and self pride. I preferred living."

The answer stunned her and to change the topic she asked, "Nursing a hangover are you?"

"No, a heart break," he replied solemnly.

She returned with two lemons and handed him.

"10 rupees each."

"The market price is 5 each."

"I know. I'm charging for the conveyance too. You forget I don't grow these in my garden. I went and bought them from the market."

He wasn't expecting her to ask for money and that too so directly. Quickly he ran to his apartment and got the money

"Here. Business oriented mind, hmm. By the way it must be my lucky day. You actually talked to me. I didn't know you were capable of speaking more than two sentences." He remarked cheerfully.

She closed the door at his face once again.

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edited

I adore her 😆

she made him pay for the lemons and the transport 🤣

He is such a lallu 😆 talking about his heartbreak as if she cares.

TMI Maan. Back off and stop wearing your heart on your sleeve

Kitna nosy hai

wondering what her bedroom looked like 😲

abhi ek heartbreak khatam nahi hua and he is ready to hold on to someone else

so much fun to read

read ur comments about your writing secrecy 😃

Many friends and family want to read my work too but I have specified that my writing is just for me

I am looking forward to more 😃