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Part 89

Fantastic and Curious Update

Oh I'm just loving Maan and Geet's game plan

and I'm looking forward to both of them becoming officially a couple

deeply in love

True me too eagerly waiting for their official relationship

Beautiful part

Maaneet having the best time of their life and enjoying this phase together

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Part 90

Rhea leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with interest. “So, Geet, your fans are just as captivated by your cooking skills as they are by… certain moments on your lives.” She paused, giving Geet a knowing smile. “Especially the recent one where… someone walked into your kitchen. Can you tell us more about that?”

Geet returned the smile, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she dodged the question effortlessly. “Oh, I suppose I didn’t realize people were that interested in my baking sessions,” she replied, shrugging lightly. “I was just sharing a simple cookie recipe, that’s all.”

Rhea raised an eyebrow, clearly hoping for more. “Come on, Geet. You know it wasn’t just about the cookies! People are curious about the ‘mystery man’ who made an unexpected appearance. Some say he looked… very comfortable in your kitchen. Care to comment?”

Geet chuckled, maintaining an air of mystery. “Well, it is my kitchen, and anyone who knows me knows that cookies are my favorite. As for ‘mystery men’… I’ll leave that to people’s imagination.” She took a sip of her water, keeping her expression perfectly serene.

The fans watching the show were on the edge of their seats, glued to every word, as the comments section of the live feed lit up with speculation:

- *“She’s so smooth with these answers!”*

- *“Just admit it already, Geet! We know you have a ‘special someone’!”*

- *“Omg, she’s playing with the host. I LOVE this!”*

Rhea laughed, clearly impressed by Geet’s skillful evasion. But she wasn’t ready to let it go just yet. “Okay, let’s approach this from another angle. There’s been a lot of speculation that you’re involved with… a certain business tycoon.” She winked knowingly, drawing gasps and laughter from the audience. “You know who I mean, don’t you?”

Geet’s expression remained calm, though her lips curved into a small, enigmatic smile. “Oh, business tycoons… I can’t keep up with all the rumors! I’m sure there are plenty of people with impressive credentials in this industry.”

Rhea leaned back, momentarily caught off guard by Geet’s evasive answer. “Alright, I’ll give you that one, Geet. But let me ask you this: if you were to ever make a relationship public, would you do it subtly or go big with a grand reveal?”

Geet looked thoughtful for a moment, playing along with the game. “If I ever chose to make something like that public… I’d probably do it in a way that felt genuine to me. I don’t think I’d try to ‘go big’ for the sake of it.” She paused, adding with a mischievous smile, “But, of course, I do love a little mystery. Keeps life interesting, don’t you think?”

The crowd chuckled, and even Rhea couldn’t help but laugh. “Geet, you are impossible! The internet is going wild trying to figure out what’s going on, and you’re not giving them anything!”

Geet shrugged with a playful glint in her eye. “I believe in keeping certain things private. Life is so much more fun when there’s a bit of mystery involved.”

The fans watching at home were eating it up, both frustrated and delighted by her enigmatic responses. They flooded the live chat with even more theories, speculations, and endless questions.

The show had already kicked off with lighter questions, but soon enough, Rhea Malhotra, the host, was ready to broach the real reason she’d invited Geet. The audience was buzzing, and social media was already speculating about what Geet might reveal—or not reveal—about her mysterious connection with Maan Khuraana. Rhea, known for her provocative questions, leaned forward, her tone becoming more “curious.”

“So, Geet,” she began, a sly smile playing on her lips, “you’re a rising star and incredibly talented, no doubt. But there’s been a lot of… let’s say, chatter, about your connection to a certain business tycoon. And people can’t help but wonder, given Maan Khuraana’s reputation, if you’re, you know… just a ‘friend.’” She raised an eyebrow, giving Geet a knowing look.

Geet’s expression remained composed, her eyes cool and steady. “Chatter is a normal part of this industry, isn’t it, Rhea?” she replied with a faint smile. “People love to speculate, and I can’t say I blame them. After all, everyone enjoys a good story.”

Rhea chuckled, nodding along. “True, true. But you know, Geet, some people think you might be… close to him for other reasons. After all, Maan Khuraana is a very wealthy, very powerful man, and you’re still finding your footing in Bollywood. Some are even saying… well, that maybe you’re his ‘special friend,’ if you know what I mean.”

There was a slight murmur in the audience, a ripple of anticipation as they waited for Geet’s response. Rhea’s question lingered in the air, and Geet could feel the weight of the class-driven assumptions wrapped up in it—assumptions that because she wasn’t from wealth, her only way into Maan’s life would be through an affair.

Geet took a steady breath, her smile unfaltering. “Interesting how people assume a woman like me can’t just be friends with someone in a different world, don’t you think? It’s almost as if people are more comfortable believing in labels like ‘mistress’ or ‘special friend’ than accepting that two people might simply… respect each other.”

Her words hung in the air, and a few people in the audience nodded, clearly impressed by her response. Rhea’s eyebrows raised slightly, caught off-guard by Geet’s calm yet pointed answer, but she quickly recovered, pressing on.

“Well, Geet, I suppose it’s just hard for people to imagine someone like you being so close to someone so… private. After all, Maan is known to have a wife, but she’s never been seen publicly. So, naturally, people wonder if you’re… I mean, forgive me, but more than just a friend.”

Geet tilted her head slightly, her expression thoughtful. “Maan Khuraana is indeed a very private person,” she said, choosing her words carefully. “But, if there’s anything I’ve learned about him, it’s that he values people for who they are, not for what they can offer him. So if people think they know the dynamics between us, that’s entirely up to them.” She smiled politely, leaving the audience with more questions than answers.

Rhea narrowed her eyes playfully, refusing to let go. “Come on, Geet. There’s got to be more to it than just respect. I mean, we’ve all seen those cooking live sessions where you seemed pretty… comfortable in his kitchen.”

Geet laughed softly, deflecting with a touch of humor. “Well, I have a strict rule: if someone walks into my kitchen and tries to take a cookie, they’re subject to my wrath. Friend, acquaintance, or stranger—no one is exempt from that.” She chuckled, making light of the question while avoiding a direct answer, and the audience laughed along with her, enjoying her quick wit.

Rhea, still unsatisfied, decided to get even bolder. “But tell me, Geet—aren’t you worried about the rumors? The assumption that you’re… well, his ‘mistress’? Surely, it bothers you?”

Geet’s expression didn’t waver, though her eyes hardened ever so slightly. “It’s a little sad, actually, that people are so eager to assign labels to women they don’t even know. But I’ve come to realize that people see what they want to see. If some can only imagine a woman like me in certain roles… that says more about their perspective than about me.”

Her calm yet firm answer silenced the room, leaving Rhea momentarily speechless. A few people in the audience clapped softly, clearly moved by Geet’s poise.

Finally, Rhea leaned back, letting out a slightly defeated sigh. “Alright, Geet, I’ll admit it—you’re a tough one to crack! But I have to ask, hypothetically speaking, if you were to be in a relationship, would you ever think about making it public?”

Geet tilted her head, a knowing smile on her lips. “I think relationships are personal. Whether I would make one public or keep it private… well, I suppose that would depend on the person and the situation. But for now, I’ll just say that I value the freedom of living life on my own terms. Isn’t that what everyone wants?”

Rhea smiled, clearly impressed by Geet’s ability to handle the spicy questions with such finesse. “You know, Geet, I think you just left everyone with even more questions than they started with!”

Geet laughed, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Well, that’s the fun of it, isn’t it? Life’s much more exciting when there’s a bit of mystery.”

---

The interview went viral within hours, with clips circulating on social media. Fans and critics alike shared their thoughts on Geet’s responses, and the internet erupted in debates over her connection with Maan.

Some fans defended her, celebrating her dignity and composure:

- *“Geet handled that interview like a queen. Why do people assume she has to be a mistress just because she’s not from a wealthy family?”*

- *“Society needs to get over this classist nonsense. Women can have friendships and relationships without labels.”*

- *“I think it’s obvious they’re close, but why can’t people just respect her privacy?”*

Others, however, were quick to continue speculating, driven by their own biases:

- *“I still think she’s Maan’s mistress. Come on, there’s no way he’d actually marry someone like her.”*

- *“She’s dodging the questions… makes me think there’s something shady going on.”*

- *“Everyone knows Maan’s wife is private. Geet’s probably just a phase.”*

Despite the polarized reactions, Geet’s fans rallied behind her, pushing back against the classist comments, and even some media outlets praised her grace under pressure.

---

Later that evening, Geet returned home, feeling a mix of satisfaction and frustration. She found Maan waiting for her, casually reading through some of the social media reactions on his phone.

He looked up with a smirk. “So, how was the grilling?”

Geet sighed, shaking her head with a chuckle. “Exactly what I expected. ‘Mystery man,’ ‘special friend,’ ‘mistress’—you name it, they threw it at me.”

Maan frowned, his voice softening. “They have no idea who you really are, and that bothers them. They need to put you in a box to feel comfortable.”

Geet shrugged, leaning against him. “I know. But part of me enjoyed keeping them guessing. Let them think whatever they want. I know who I am. And I know who I am to you.”

Maan wrapped an arm around her, his expression filled with pride. “And that’s all that matters. When the time is right, we’ll tell them the truth. Until then, let them keep speculating.”

Geet smiled, feeling the comfort of his presence wash over her. “Let them have their gossip. They’ll get their answers soon enough.”

In that quiet moment, they knew they had something stronger than any label or rumor—a bond built on respect, love, and understanding, free from society’s judgments. And when the time came, they would reveal the truth together, shaking the world’s assumptions and proving that their love was real, powerful, and unapologetic.

“You were brilliant,” he said, pulling her into a hug. “You managed to tell them everything and nothing all at once.”

She laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Thank you, but I learned from the best, Mr. Khuraana.”

They scrolled through the comments and reactions on social media, laughing at the various theories people had concocted about their “relationship,” each one wilder than the last.

“I think we should do one more big thing,” Maan mused, turning to her with a thoughtful look. “Something that will turn everything they think they know on its head.”

Geet’s eyes lit up. “What did you have in mind?”

---

The evening of the event arrived, and the grand hall was filled with the city’s most influential figures: top executives, film industry elites, high-society patrons, and Maan's family—all curious, expectant, and ready to witness another of Maan’s prestigious business celebrations.

The air was thick with whispers and speculation. People noticed that Maan hadn’t arrived yet, and rumors swirled. Many were used to seeing him alone at these events, or occasionally accompanied by an “intriguing companion.” But tonight, there was something different in the air—a charged anticipation that made everyone hold their breath.

Suddenly, the doors opened, and all heads turned. There she was—Geet. But she looked nothing like the usual glamorous, high-society celebrities present in the room. Dressed in a resplendent, traditional saree in deep maroon and gold, her hair adorned with jasmine flowers, she wore sindoor proudly in the parting of her hair, and a delicate mangalsutra lay around her neck, gleaming under the lights. She looked like a bride, not an accessory.

The room fell silent, shock rippling through the crowd. Geet walked in with quiet grace, her chin held high, her eyes reflecting both pride and defiance. Each step was a statement, a powerful reminder that she was not just anyone—she was *Mrs. Khuraana.*

As she moved through the crowd, the whispers turned into murmurs and gasps. Some people couldn’t hide their surprise, others exchanged embarrassed glances, and a few looked openly disapproving, their preconceived notions shattered by the sight before them.

Just then, Maan entered from a side door, watching the reactions with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He was dressed in a sharp, black tuxedo, exuding confidence, and as he made his way to Geet’s side, his gaze was steady, his expression unflinching. He took her hand, his touch both possessive and protective, as if daring anyone to challenge her place beside him.

Clearing his throat, he addressed the crowd with a darkly amused smile. “Well, I see we have a captivated audience,” he began, his tone dripping with cynicism. “It seems my wife has made quite the impression.” He paused, letting the word *wife* hang in the air, savoring the collective shock that followed.

The room erupted in gasps, shocked whispers spreading like wildfire. Geet stood proudly by his side, her head held high, but her expression was tinged with defiance. She had anticipated this reaction—the shock, the disbelief—and she was ready for it.

Maan raised his hand to quiet the room, and when the murmurs faded, he continued, his voice now laced with a sharper edge. “I know many of you assumed Geet was just… another interest. But the truth is, I’ve loved her for who she is, not for where she comes from. And I respected her wishes to keep our marriage private. Not because we were hiding it, but because Geet wanted to be judged for her own talent, not as ‘the wife of an influential man.’”

Geet stepped forward; her voice strong as she addressed the room. “I’ve worked hard for everything I’ve achieved. I didn’t want people to dismiss my efforts or attribute my accomplishments to Maan’s status. I wanted to prove my worth on my own terms.” She looked around the room, her gaze unflinching. “But over the past year, I realized something important—no matter how hard I tried, there would always be people who would judge me, who would assume I’m here because of my relationship with Maan.”

She turned to Maan, her eyes filled with warmth, then back to the crowd, her tone defiant. “So I decided, with Maan’s support, to own my truth. Yes, I am his wife. But that doesn’t make me any less capable, any less deserving of my achievements. And I refuse to let anyone diminish my work because of who I married.”

The crowd was stunned, some people visibly uncomfortable, others nodding in quiet admiration. Maan’s family exchanged embarrassed glances, clearly affected by Geet’s words, their judgment of her unraveling in the face of her conviction.

Maan’s voice broke the silence, darkly amused yet firm. “Funny, isn’t it?” he said, his tone almost mocking. “If Geet had chosen to flaunt our marriage from the start, some of you would’ve called her an opportunist. But when she chose to keep it private, you assumed she was a mistress. It’s almost as if there’s no winning in a world built on hypocrisy.”

He let his words linger, his gaze sweeping over the room, daring anyone to challenge him. No one spoke.

“From now on,” he continued, wrapping his arm around Geet’s shoulders, “we won’t hide. Geet deserves recognition for her talent, and I stand by her not as her ‘influential husband’ but as someone who is proud of her accomplishments. If anyone here has a problem with that… well, you’re welcome to keep it to yourself.”

The crowd erupted into hesitant applause, some people red-faced, others too stunned to respond. The few who had dared to question Geet’s place in Maan’s life now found themselves exposed; their own biases laid bare.

Geet smiled, giving Maan’s hand a gentle squeeze as they stood united on that stage, a team, a partnership, built on respect and mutual understanding. As they exited the spotlight together, they left behind a room full of people forced to confront their own judgments, their own assumptions—and, most importantly, their own hypocrisy.

And as they stepped away from the crowd, Maan leaned in, his voice soft yet full of pride. “You did it, Mrs. Khuraana. You owned your story.”

Geet smiled, her eyes filled with gratitude and love. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

They walked out, side by side, knowing that they were finally free—free to live openly, to love without restraint, and to defy every expectation the world had tried to impose upon them.

Given this backstory, the reveal could become even more powerful as Maan finally confronts his family’s hypocrisy and exposes the hollowness of their supposed “perfect” image. Here’s how that might unfold:

As Maan and Geet walked through the crowd, accepting congratulations and polite smiles, they came face-to-face with his family. His parents stood at the edge of the room, looking distinctly uncomfortable, their perfect, polished masks faltering under the scrutiny of their son’s gaze. His relatives, who had enjoyed the fruits of Maan’s labor for years, exchanged nervous glances, sensing the tension.

Maan’s father cleared his throat, attempting to put on a show of authority. “Well, Maan,” he began, his tone forced and condescending, “I suppose congratulations are in order, though I wish you had… consulted us about this when you made this decision a year back. After all, we are your family.”

Maan let out a dark chuckle, a bitter smile crossing his face. “Family? That’s an interesting choice of words. I wonder where this ‘family’ was during my childhood, when I was left to figure things out on my own. Or where this ‘family’ was when I worked day and night to keep the business afloat while you all enjoyed your vacations and high-society parties.”

His father’s face tightened, but he didn’t respond. Maan’s mother stepped in, feigning a pained look. “Maan, you know we always had high expectations for you. We pushed you because we believed in your potential.”

Maan’s eyes hardened, his voice laced with years of unspoken resentment. “No, you pushed me because I was useful to you. I was the one who could keep the family business running, who could make the money you needed to fund your lifestyle. And when I didn’t fit into your perfect image, when I wasn’t the ‘adorable’ child you could parade around, you pushed me aside, focusing only on yourselves.”

The rest of the family looked on, uncomfortable and embarrassed, but no one dared to intervene. Maan’s gaze shifted, his eyes meeting each of theirs with piercing clarity.

“And now, you have the audacity to judge my wife?” he continued, his tone dripping with disdain. “Geet has been there for me in ways none of you ever were. She didn’t marry me for my money or my status. She didn’t need my business, my family name, or my wealth. She chose me for who I am—flaws, baggage, and all. Something I doubt any of you would understand.”

Geet watched silently, her expression calm but supportive, standing beside Maan like a rock. She had seen glimpses of his pain before, but tonight, she understood just how deep his family’s neglect had gone.

Maan’s mother raised her chin, trying to recover her dignity. “We’ve always done what we thought was best for you, Maan. And you can’t deny that we built this family’s reputation.”

Maan let out a humorless laugh. “Built it? No, Mother. *I* built it. With my work, my sacrifices, my years of isolation. The only thing you built was a lie—a lie that this family was somehow ‘perfect’ when all you did was use me to keep up appearances.”

He turned to the extended family, his voice cutting through the silence. “So here’s the truth, for anyone who cares to know: Geet is my wife. She’s been my wife for over a year. And she’s worth more than all the ‘high-society’ expectations you tried to place on me. She’s the only one who ever saw me, who ever understood me. And if that bothers any of you, you’re welcome to leave.”

The room was dead silent, his family visibly stunned, their polished exteriors crumbling. They had never seen this side of Maan—the side that had endured years of their indifference, their hypocrisy, and their judgment. And now, exposed in front of everyone, they had no choice but to face the truth.

Geet placed a gentle hand on Maan’s arm, her touch grounding him. She leaned in, her voice soft but strong. “You don’t owe them anything, Maan. You’ve given enough.”

He nodded, his expression softening as he looked at her, the anger melting into gratitude. “You’re right. I’m done.”

Without another word, he turned, leading Geet out of the hall, leaving his family standing in the wreckage of their own illusions. The guests, who had witnessed the confrontation, exchanged stunned glances, some quietly murmuring their approval, others too shocked to react.

---

As they stepped outside into the cool night air, Maan took a deep breath, feeling as if a weight had finally lifted off his shoulders. He looked at Geet, his eyes filled with a mixture of relief and newfound freedom.

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” he murmured, his voice tinged with regret. “I didn’t mean to bring you into my family’s mess.”

Geet shook her head, smiling softly as she took his hand. “Maan, I knew what I was getting into when I married you. And I wouldn’t change a thing. Besides, tonight was about us—our truth. You needed to say those things, and I’m glad you did.”

He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her. “I spent so many years trying to be what they wanted, to prove I was worth something to them. But now… all that matters is what we have, what we’re building together.”

Geet smiled, resting her head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. “Then let’s make a pact, right here, right now. We’ll create our own family, our own legacy—one built on love, respect, and everything we believe in. We’ll be each other’s family.”

Maan’s eyes softened, his hands gently brushing her hair. “I like that idea, Mrs. Khuraana.”

They shared a tender kiss under the stars, a quiet promise to each other, a new beginning forged from the ashes of the past. They were no longer bound by the expectations or judgments of anyone else. Together, they would build a life, a love, and a family that was truly theirs.

And as they walked away from the venue, hand in hand, they left behind the ghosts of Maan’s past, finally free to start a new chapter—a chapter defined by their own choices, their own happiness, and a love that no one could ever tarnish.

Wonderful update 💝 finally they announced it that they are married

Part 90

Captivating and so Intriguing Update

Firstly Geet on Rhea's show did not bend neither did she give away

anything

then the biggest shock and blow to the world when Geet arrives as a bride

while Maan obviously meets his wife and quietens down everyone

letting them all know his wife wanted to prove her talents not be judged as

Mrs Maan Khurana

while after the first blow Maan deals with his family, having Geet by his side

finally Maan letting go of his past ghosts

freeing both Maan and Geet so they can live with each other as a normal

married couple with love

Wonderful update dear Neelu ☺️

Just loved it 🤗

Well I really appreciate that Geet tackled that tricky interview flawlessly ... Spicy Graceful & extremely witty & I really loved all her replies regarding her personal relationships

After that interview a new side of Geet came in front of people confident strong & witty but I really assumed that their relationship will not come out so easily all will keep guessing about this scandal 😜

Well done 👍 Maan dropped the curtains finally & announced Geet as is wife & this came as a shock to everyone ... He even confronted his family well deserved I really loved now no issues lingering hopefully they will be at ease with each other

Waiting for more

Thanks for the PM ☺️

Keep writing ✍️

Hi... hope you are fine

Part 90

of cos Geet did not reveal anything

Riya's question was anticipated

admire how Geet handled the question

she kept the mystery intact

as expected the speculations continue

Riya indeed prods Geet

liked how Geet answered

pleased that Geet was direct

she clearly did not admit anything

yet she responded smartly

proud of Geet

well the internet is viral

hate that Geet was also taunted

enjoyed Maaneet's banter

not surprised that Maan was impressed with Geet

finally they revealed their marriage and in what a way

appreciate how Maan handled the media

glad that he put put his family in the place

great that Geet was with him

feeling for Maan

however he now has Geet

loved what she said

they will have start a new chapter

Thanks for updating.

Long update ❤️ was good to at the last they announced their relationship. Maan family was so mean to Geet. Loved the way Maan did protect her.

Lovely part

Loved the way Geet’s interview

Maan finally coming out and confirming their relationship

Waiting to read next part

Cont soon