Something About You- MG || (Part 92|Page 111)- Last Part - Page 104

😍 so good

Geet and her logic. Keeping their relation private from limelight it will be spicy and fun. How would world react. Hope it's doesn't hurt Geet in her professional life. Vant wait for their little love story.

Hi hope that you are well

Part 87

of cos the paps are ecstatic uncovering the new story

they oblivious that Maan and Geet are married

their questions were anticipated

admire how Maan handled the situation and protected Geet

his anger was justified

so Maaneet made the headlines

as expected the media insulted Geet

Maan's concern for Geet was reasonable

well he apologised to Geet

now Maan wants to reveal that they are married

but Geet refused

liked her suggestion

Maan seems to have rubbed off on Geet

Maan's question was justified

glad that she assured him

great that Maan was direct with Geet

pleased with her response

she is with him as she wanted to be with him

good that they were both honest

loved Geet teasing Maan

oh she knows that he will always be there for her

looking forward to Geet's response

update soon

Beautiful parts

Maaneet accepting each other 🥰🥰

Now waiting what they have planned for the media

Cont soon

Sometimes one gesture of love is enough to ease the pain of the heart here maan is overwhelmed by his feelings and emotions he suppressed over the years and geet is the cold and soothing wind for maan who came in his life ❤️

People dont born succesful u have to earn it and geet did that but some people cant digest the other people's success and media is so irresponsible but maan is on the geet side always and always will be

Kuch to bhala hua un rumors ka geet aur maan ke life me they open up for each other and geet clears the doubt of maan that she is not with him because of the contract but she is with him because she wants to be with him its her choice to be with him and now maan knows that geet likes him and want to stay with him

Part 88

“Geet!” he exclaims, half-exasperated, half-laughing as he pulls her close. “Are you crazy? You can’t just let yourself fall like that!”

She chuckles, unphased, and looks up at him with a satisfied smile. “See? I told you. I knew you’d catch me.”

Maan shakes his head, unable to hide the smile tugging at his lips. “You’re impossible, you know that?” he mutters, though his tone is soft, full of affection.

Geet shrugs, resting her hands on his shoulders, looking up at him with a cheeky grin. “Impossible or not, I was right. You’d never let me fall.”

Maan sighs, his fingers gently brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. “No, I wouldn’t,” he admits quietly, his gaze intense. “Not now. Not ever.”

She smiles, leaning into him.

Maan looks down at her, a smirk playing on his lips. “Then why didn’t you tell me you liked me?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

Geet crosses her arms, rolling her eyes playfully. “Oh, please! Why didn’t you tell me first? Anyways, tum toh mazak hi udaate.”

Maan chuckles, pretending to be offended. “Me? Make fun of you? I’d never,” he says with a mock innocent expression, though the glint in his eyes says otherwise.

Geet gives him a knowing look. “Right. Like that time, I tried to impress you with my ideas, and you just smirked the whole time?”

Maan laughs, unable to deny it. “Okay, maybe I was… a little smug. But I was impressed,” he admits, reaching out to take her hand, his tone softening. “I just… didn’t know how to say it.”

Geet’s expression softens, and she lets out a sigh. “Neither did I. It was easier to act like I didn’t care, especially when you looked so… impossible to approach.”

Maan smiles, pulling her closer. “Guess we’re both a bit impossible, then.”

She laughs, resting her forehead against his. “Yeah, but somehow, it works.”

Maan tilts her chin up, his gaze warm. “It does. And for the record, I would have never made fun of you if I’d known how much I… liked you,” he admits, his voice filled with sincerity.

Geet smiles, her eyes sparkling. “Then maybe you should start saying it more often, Mr. Khurana.”

He chuckles, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her forehead. “Oh, trust me, I plan to.”

Geet laughs, shaking her head in disbelief. “Tum toh… instead of saying ‘I like you’ like normal people, you go and propose a contract marriage to the person you’re interested in! Seriously, Maan, what were you thinking?” She narrows her eyes playfully. “And don’t even think about pulling that stunt with anyone else ever again. Never.”

Maan smirks, scratching the back of his head, looking mildly embarrassed. “I… didn’t exactly think it through, I’ll admit that,” he says, chuckling. “It made sense in my mind at the time.”

Geet raises an eyebrow. “Oh, really? A contract marriage was the logical option, huh?”

He shrugs, trying to suppress a smile. “Well, you have to admit… it got you to stay.”

She lets out an exasperated sigh, though her eyes sparkle with amusement. “Oh, I stayed alright, even if I thought you were out of your mind half the time.”

Maan laughs, gently tugging her closer. “Good thing you stuck around long enough to figure out that I’m not completely out of my mind.”

Geet rolls her eyes, though her smile softens. “Lucky for you, I did. But seriously, no more contract marriages, okay? Just… tell me how you feel next time. Like a normal person.”

Maan nods, leaning in, his voice a low whisper. “Deal. No more contracts. Just us.”

Geet laughs a little, but there’s a hint of frustration in her voice as she looks at him. “Because of your stunt, you know what my friends started calling me? ‘Sugar baby!’ And you? ‘Sugar daddy!’”

Maan’s eyes widen, a look of disbelief mixed with amusement crossing his face. “They called you a… sugar baby?” he repeats, clearly trying to hold back a laugh.

Geet narrows her eyes, her tone serious. “Yes, Maan. And it seriously messed with my head. There were moments I actually started believing it.”

Maan’s smile fades as he registers the impact his actions had on her. “Geet…” he starts, his voice softer, more sincere. “I had no idea it affected you that way. I never meant to make you feel like that.”

She sighs, folding her arms. “I know you didn’t mean it. But still, who proposes a contract marriage to someone they care about? It made everything feel so… transactional, like you were just doing me a favor instead of, I don’t know, actually wanting to be with me.”

Maan steps closer, his hand reaching out to take hers, a look of genuine regret in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Geet. I was so wrapped up in trying to find a ‘logical’ solution that I didn’t stop to think about how it would feel. But trust me… there was never anything ‘transactional’ about my feelings for you.”

Geet’s gaze softens, though she keeps her tone light. “Well, next time, maybe try saying ‘I like you’ instead of throwing contracts at people. It works better, believe me.”

He chuckles, pulling her closer, his arms wrapping around her. “Lesson learned. From now on, no more contracts—just me trying my best to be… you know, a normal person.”

Geet smirks, leaning into him with a playful glint in her eyes. “Good. Because if I hear anyone call me a sugar baby again, you’ll have to deal with it.”

Maan laughs, hugging her tightly. “Understood. No more sugar daddy nonsense. Just us, with no more misunderstandings.”

Geet leans back, folding her arms with a playful grin as she studies him. "So, Mr. Khurana,” she teases, “when did you first get interested in me?"

Maan raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Interested? Well, let’s see… was it when you tried to ‘charm’ me at the bar, or maybe when you danced with me during that catering gig ?” He chuckles, clearly amused by the memories.

Geet rolls her eyes, giving him a nudge. “I’m serious! When did you actually start seeing me differently?”

He lets out a soft sigh, his expression becoming thoughtful. “Honestly? I think it was during that reality show.” He meets her gaze, a softness in his eyes. “When you came to me asking for a fair chance, when you refused my offer to ensure your win, even though you could have taken the easy way out… I realized there was something different about you.”

She raises an eyebrow, surprised. “So it wasn’t my stunning charm or irresistible personality?”

He laughs, reaching out to take her hand. “Those helped, no doubt. But seeing how you didn’t back down, even when things were against you—that’s what got me. I saw someone who wouldn’t compromise her values, even if it meant losing.”

She blushes, looking down for a moment before meeting his gaze again. “I guess I was stubborn. I thought if I proved myself, it’d be enough.”

Maan squeezes her hand, his tone gentle. “You did prove yourself, Geet. And not just to them… but to me too.”

Geet’s fingers trace lightly over Maan’s shirt buttons, a soft, teasing smile on her lips. “You should have told me then,” she murmurs, her voice laced with a hint of playful accusation.

Maan chuckles, watching her fingers as they fiddle with his shirt, clearly enjoying the attention but also a bit thrown by her sudden closeness. “Told you? And ruin the whole mystery?” he teases, his voice low as he meets her gaze. “Besides, you seemed quite busy proving you didn’t need anyone’s help. Including mine.”

She raises an eyebrow, her lips quirking in a smirk. “Oh, please, Mr. Khurana. You could’ve let me in on that big, intimidating heart of yours instead of making me guess.”

He grins, his hand coming up to gently cover hers on his shirt. “Maybe I didn’t want to admit it myself. You have this way of making people see things they’ve tried to hide, including me.”

Geet’s gaze softens as her fingers stop, resting against his chest. “I wasn’t asking you to change or reveal everything. Just to be… you. The one who secretly wanted to be there for me all along.”

Maan’s expression softens as he reaches up, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. “And I’m here now, without any pretenses,” he murmurs. “No more contracts or barriers.”

She smiles, her fingers finally moving up to rest over his heart, feeling its steady beat beneath her touch. “Good. Because this is the version of you I’ve been waiting for.”

They share a quiet, intimate smile, the playful teasing giving way to a depth of understanding and connection that feels stronger than ever.

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The next morning, Geet awoke with a thrill in her chest, the previous night’s plan with Maan buzzing in her mind. She glanced at her phone, already filled with alerts and headlines from the previous night’s scandalous paparazzi photos. She felt a slight twinge of unease but quickly shook it off, remembering her and Maan’s resolve: they were in control now, and they would own their narrative, leaving the world to spin its wheels.

Just then, she received a message from Maan: *“Ready to play?”*

She replied with a simple, *“Let’s do this.”*

They agreed to meet at a nearby coffee shop, far from the usual celebrity haunts, where the press would least expect them. She dressed simply, letting her natural beauty and a few understated accessories speak louder than any overly glamorous outfit. She knew this was the first step of the game—keeping it subtle, making it seem as though they were just two people meeting casually, leaving everyone guessing.

When she walked into the café, Maan was already there, looking relaxed in a crisp shirt and dark jeans, yet somehow managing to draw every eye in the room. He waved her over with a smirk, clearly enjoying the attention that followed her every move. She took a seat across from him, and they shared a small smile, the unspoken plan between them firing up their excitement.

As they chatted quietly, Maan casually reached across the table, covering her hand with his in a gentle, intimate gesture that seemed both natural and calculated. The subtlety was deliberate; anyone observing would have to look twice to see if there was anything to it. They spent a good hour there, chatting and laughing, appearing as though they were unaware of the world around them.

Finally, as they rose to leave, they noticed a flash from a phone camera a few tables over. They exchanged a brief look and a conspiratorial smile, neither one reacting visibly. They left the café hand-in-hand, not lingering too long but also not hiding. Maan’s hand was resting on the small of her back as they exited, a casual touch that was intimate yet ambiguous, leaving onlookers with more questions than answers.

Later that afternoon, Geet’s social media began to light up as new articles and gossip columns ran wild with speculation. Headlines blared: *“Maan Khuraana Spotted with Mystery Woman Again—Is She More Than a Fling?”* and *“Geet’s Weekend Rendezvous: Just Friends or More?”* Pictures of their subtle gestures and lingering looks flooded social media, with fans, followers, and gossip accounts dissecting every move, every expression, every detail.

In response, Geet posted a simple photo on her Instagram—a close-up of her hand holding her coffee cup, with nothing but a mysterious caption: *“Sunday mornings… 😉”* No names, no faces, no context. It was a move that left the internet buzzing.

Maan joined in, posting a picture of a coffee cup with just the words: *“Just a casual morning.”* His followers erupted in a frenzy, guessing, theorizing, and adding fuel to the fire. The internet was now a playground for their game, each carefully placed hint building anticipation, mystery, and excitement.

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Over the next week, Maan and Geet continued to play the game, each move carefully planned, each appearance layered with calculated ambiguity. They attended separate events yet posted matching photos of similar locations. She would show up at high-profile parties alone, only to be spotted leaving the same venue hours later with him, both of them exchanging knowing glances, while the press went wild with speculation. He would speak of “someone important” in interviews, never mentioning her name, leaving it just vague enough to make people question everything.

One evening, at a glamorous event, Geet entered alone, looking stunning in an elegant black dress that made every head turn. The press watched her every move, waiting to see if she would finally reveal who she was with. She posed for photos, exchanged smiles with industry elites, yet gave nothing away.

Then, just as the event was winding down, Maan arrived. He walked in confidently, glancing around as though searching for someone, and when his eyes landed on her, he gave a small smile. The two met on the carpet, close enough to raise eyebrows but careful to avoid any obvious affection. The photographers captured every second, their chemistry almost palpable, yet their actions restrained. They walked into the event together, Geet looking ahead with a calm, assured expression, Maan’s hand brushing hers as if by accident, each tiny touch loaded with meaning.

By the end of the evening, the headlines had exploded. *“Maan and Geet: Secret Affair or Real Romance?”* read one. *“The Game of Mystery Continues—Is Maan Khuraana Finally Off the Market?”* speculated another.

As the headlines mounted and social media continued to buzz, Geet felt the thrill of finally being able to control her narrative. No longer the struggling actress dismissed by the industry, she was now the mysterious muse of one of the country’s most prominent businessmen. And best of all, she was no longer hiding. She had Maan by her side, a partner in mischief, someone who loved her not despite the game but because of it.

In the quiet of their home, they shared a laugh over the latest headlines, feeling the satisfaction of pulling the strings in a world that had tried to make her a pawn. Maan reached for her hand, pulling her close as they settled into the warmth of their shared victory.

“See?” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “They’ll never know what’s real and what’s not.”

She smiled, leaning into his embrace, her heart full. “But we do,” she whispered, her hand resting against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart.

And as they held each other close, they knew that, for the first time, they were free. Free to write their own story, to take on the world together, and to keep them guessing—all while savoring the love that was theirs alone, hidden in plain sight.

In the days that followed, Geet and Maan’s mysterious appearances continued to captivate the media and the public. Every move they made seemed perfectly designed to spark questions, to set the rumor mill spinning, while they quietly enjoyed each moment together, hiding in plain sight.

Beautiful part

Maaneet’s game is on for media

Hope both come close without worrying of people

Cont soon

Aww such a cute update fabulous no wonders both r playing a good game with media and paps hahaha and first there confession of liking each other not but a wonderful writing 💖 💖 💖

Part 88

Simply Fantastic and Curious Update

Wow I'm just loving both Maan and Geet right now

playing with the media yet in the privacy of their home , their are lovers

once again