Something About Us- MG || (Part 51|Page 52) - Page 11

This was a wonderful update. I was waiting for things to progress amd they have progressed beautifully. The dinner and the lift incident both have given a push to things, especially at maan's end.

Part 9

As the dinner wound down, the lively energy at the table began to ebb. Some team members headed toward the bar, their laughter echoing faintly in the background, while others called it a night, thanking Maan and the company for the celebratory dinner.

Geet stayed back, helping Meera gather belongings—a scarf left behind, a jacket draped over the back of a chair. Her movements were deliberate, her focus firmly on the task at hand as if it could drown out the lingering thoughts from earlier. The conversation about her love life had left her more unsettled than she cared to admit, and she avoided looking toward the head of the table where Maan still sat.

When she finally glanced up, she found his eyes on her.

Maan’s gaze was steady, unyielding, and unreadable. His glass hovered near his lips, though he didn’t drink. In that moment, the room seemed to fade, the chatter and clinking of glasses dimming into an almost eerie silence. The tension that always seemed to simmer between them flared to life, sharp and undeniable.

Maan tilted his glass slightly, a small, deliberate gesture that felt like both acknowledgment and challenge. His dark eyes burned with something she couldn’t quite name, and for a fleeting second, Geet felt as though he could see straight through her.

She held his gaze longer than she intended, her heart hammering in her chest. Her lips parted as if to say something, but she thought better of it, opting instead for a small, almost imperceptible nod before turning away.

As she stepped out into the cool night air with Meera and a few others, the laughter and lightheartedness of her colleagues felt distant. Geet tried to shake off the weight of Maan’s gaze, but it lingered like a shadow pressing against her thoughts.

++++

Inside the restaurant, Maan remained at the head of the table, his posture relaxed but his mind anything but. The room was nearly empty now, save for a few lingering guests, but his focus remained on the door Geet had just walked through.

The conversation from earlier played on a loop in his mind: What can I do if the other person doesn’t respond? Her words had been light, almost teasing, but the vulnerability behind them was impossible to miss.

Maan’s jaw tightened as he leaned back in his chair, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. The memory of Geet laughing with her friends, blushing at their compliments, and brushing off their disbelief replayed in his mind like a film reel he couldn’t shut off.

Blind, Raj had said. Is that guy blind?

Maan let out a low, humorless chuckle, the sound barely audible over the faint hum of the restaurant. He tilted his head, staring down at the remnants of his drink. Perhaps he was blind—blind to the way her presence had crept into every corner of his life, refusing to be ignored. Or perhaps he wasn’t blind at all, just too much of a coward to acknowledge the truth of it.

The image of Geet looking at him—her eyes wide, her lips pressed together in that familiar, hesitant way—flashed through his mind. The weight of her gaze had felt like a question, one he wasn’t sure he had the courage to answer.

He drained the rest of his whiskey in one swift motion, the burn doing little to silence the storm in his chest. Setting the glass down with a quiet clink, he glanced toward the empty chair she had occupied earlier, a flicker of something almost wistful crossing his face.

For now, he would let her think he hadn’t noticed, that he hadn’t heard the subtle longing behind her words or seen the way she avoided his gaze. But the truth loomed over him, undeniable and unrelenting: he had noticed. He always noticed.

As the staff began clearing the table, Maan rose, slipping his hands into his pockets as he cast one last glance toward the door. He had spent years mastering the art of control, of keeping people at a distance. But with Geet, the lines were blurring, and the fortress he had built around himself was starting to crumble.

Stepping out into the quiet night, Maan inhaled deeply, his thoughts heavier than the cool air around him. Somewhere out there, Geet was probably laughing with her friends, oblivious to the battle raging in his mind.

And as he walked toward his car, the faint echo of her voice lingered, soft but unshakable.

What can I do if the other person doesn’t respond?

Maan shook his head, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Not blind, Geet,” he murmured to himself. “Just stupid.”

++++

The cold night air barely registered as Geet walked alongside Meera, Raj, and the others, their voices distant despite their proximity. She clutched her jacket a little tighter, her thoughts spinning.

Raj nudged her shoulder, pulling her out of her trance. “You okay?” His voice was light, teasing, but there was genuine concern beneath it.

Geet forced a small smile. “Yeah. Just tired.”

Meera gave her a knowing glance. “Was it the whole love-life interrogation, or something else?”

Geet exhaled, shaking her head. “I don’t know. Maybe both.”

Meera didn’t push, but Raj wasn’t so restrained. “You’re still thinking about that guy, aren’t you?”

Geet didn’t respond, just looked ahead, her steps deliberate as they reached the parking lot.

Raj sighed dramatically. “Whoever this idiot is, he doesn’t deserve you if he can’t see what’s right in front of him.”

Meera shot Raj a look. “Not everything is that simple, Raj.”

Geet appreciated Meera’s attempt to deflect, but Raj’s words struck too close to home. Because wasn’t that what this was? A one-sided yearning that she hadn’t been able to shake, no matter how hard she tried?

And tonight—tonight he had looked at her.

Not with casual amusement. Not with detached professionalism.

But with something that had made her breath hitch, that had sent an undeniable thrill down her spine.

She shook the thought away.

“This is ridiculous,” she muttered under her breath.

Raj frowned. “What is?”

Geet quickly recovered. “Nothing. Just overthinking, as usual.”

“Classic Geet,” Meera joked, looping her arm through Geet’s. “Let’s get you home before you explode from overanalysis.”

They all said their goodbyes and parted ways, but as Geet sat in the back of her cab, her mind refused to quiet.

She should have been relieved. Maan hadn’t said anything outright, hadn’t confronted her or challenged her the way he usually did.

But that look.

That damn look.

The intensity in his eyes, the way he had watched her like he was on the edge of saying something.

Or maybe she had imagined it.

Maybe she was the fool.

++++

Maan sat in his car, fingers drumming against the leather steering wheel, the engine idling as he stared blankly at the road ahead.

Geet had walked off with Raj and Meera, laughing softly at something Raj had said.

He shouldn’t have cared.

He shouldn’t have followed her with his eyes, shouldn’t have clenched his jaw when Raj leaned in just a little too close, whispering something in her ear.

What the hell was wrong with him?

Maan exhaled, tilting his head back against the seat.

He wasn’t a stranger to desire. He’d had more than his fair share of flings, women who had thrown themselves at him, hoping to unravel the enigma that was Maan Singh Khurana.

But Geet wasn’t like them.

Geet wasn’t someone he could take to bed and forget the next morning.

She was a storm he hadn’t prepared for, a force he hadn’t anticipated.

And now—now he was the fool.

He should have said something. Should have done something instead of sitting there like a coward, drinking whiskey while she sat just feet away from him, thinking he hadn’t noticed.

But he had noticed.

He always noticed.

Maan let out a harsh laugh, raking a hand through his hair.

Not blind, Geet. Just stupid.

His phone buzzed, pulling him from his thoughts. It was a message from Mr. Sharma.

Sharma: Morning meeting confirmed for 8 AM. Investor briefing afterward. Need your approval on the revised projections before then.

Maan barely glanced at the message before exiting it. He wasn’t in the right frame of mind for business.

Without thinking, he tapped on another contact.

Geet

His thumb hovered over the call button.

Maan stared at the screen, debating whether or not he had completely lost his mind.

Then, before he could overthink it, he shut off the phone, tossing it onto the passenger seat.

No.

He wasn’t going to do this.

He wasn’t going to cross that line.

Instead, he started the car and drove, not toward his penthouse, but in the opposite direction—toward the one place where he could drink until this maddening pull toward Geet finally dulled.

+++++

The night felt endless.

Geet tossed and turned, sleep refusing to claim her.

Her apartment was quiet, save for the occasional hum of traffic outside, but inside her mind, chaos reigned.

Maan’s gaze haunted her. The way his fingers had tightened around his glass when Raj had spoken, the way his lips had parted as if he had something to say—but didn’t.

Why hadn’t he said anything?

Would it have mattered if he did?

Her phone buzzed, startling her.

She sat up instantly, heart hammering, only to realize it was just Meera.

Meera: Made it home?

Geet let out a breath and typed back a quick yes.

She hesitated before adding another message.

Geet: Did Maan Sir leave after us?

The typing bubble appeared almost immediately.

Meera: No. He stayed back for a while. Looked deep in thought. You okay?

Deep in thought.

Geet swallowed.

Geet: Yeah. Just wondering.

She set the phone down, pressing the heels of her hands against her eyes.

This was ridiculous.

Maan Singh Khurana was an impossible man. A man who thrived on control, who played mind games without even trying.

She wasn’t going to sit here dissecting his every glance, his every silence.

She had to stop.

But as she lay back down, staring at the ceiling, she knew one thing for certain.

She might have been done with this pull between them.

But it wasn’t done with her.

++++

As Geet finally settled into bed, her phone buzzed.

Unknown Number.

She frowned, hesitating before answering. “Hello?”

There was silence on the other end.

Then—

A familiar voice, rougher than usual, slurred but unmistakably him.

“Geet.”

Her breath caught.

“Maan?”

There was a pause, followed by a low chuckle. “So you do still recognize my voice.”

Geet sat up straight. “Why are you calling me? How did you even get this number?”

Another pause. Then, softer—“Does it matter?”

She exhaled sharply, gripping the phone tighter. “Are you drunk?”

Maan let out a humorless laugh. “Probably.”

There was a rustling sound on the other end, like he was shifting in his seat. “Tell me something, Geet,” he murmured, voice dipping into something dangerously soft. “Do you ever think about me?”

Her fingers clenched around the phone. “Maan—”

“Because I think about you,” he cut her off, his voice thick with something unreadable. “Too damn much.”

The line went silent after that.

Geet’s heart pounded so loudly she thought it might shatter her ribs.

“Maan?” she whispered.

But he was already gone.

The call had disconnected.

And Geet—she was left staring at the screen, her entire world tilting dangerously on its axis.

+++++

Geet stared at her phone long after the call had ended, her breath coming in shallow bursts.

Too damn much.

His words played on a loop in her mind, curling around her thoughts like smoke, suffocating and inescapable.

Maan Singh Khurana—controlled, calculated, untouchable—had just called her in the middle of the night, drunk, confessing something he never should have.

Her fingers hovered over her phone screen. Should she call him back?

No.

She set the device down on her nightstand, pressing her hands to her temples.

This didn’t mean anything. It couldn’t.

Maan was likely at some expensive bar, drowning himself in whiskey, and she had been nothing more than a convenient thought—a fleeting moment of weakness in a man who never allowed himself any.

She wasn’t going to let one phone call unravel her.

But as she lay back down, sleep was impossible. Her body was exhausted, but her mind refused to rest, replaying every interaction they’d ever had.

What did he mean? Did he even remember the call?

And if he did—would he ever acknowledge it?

++++

Maan woke up to a pounding headache and the distant sound of his phone buzzing repeatedly against his nightstand.

His entire body ached—the kind of ache that came from one too many drinks and the consequences of terrible decisions.

His mouth was dry, his temples throbbing, but none of it compared to the dread settling deep in his chest.

The call.

Fragments of last night filtered through his mind like a puzzle missing too many pieces. The sound of her voice, the way he’d said too damn much, the way his hands had clenched into fists because the truth was pressing against his ribs, demanding to be spoken.

With a low groan, he grabbed his phone, squinting at the screen.

7 Missed Calls – Mr. Sharma
1 Missed Call – Unknown Number
2 Missed Calls – Aarav Mehta

No messages from her.

She hadn’t called back.

Maan let out a bitter laugh.

Of course, she hadn’t.

She wasn’t stupid like him.

He dragged himself out of bed, showered longer than necessary, and dressed in his usual impeccable suit. But when he caught his own reflection in the mirror, his mask didn’t fit right today.

By the time he reached the office, he was back in control. Or at least, that’s what he told himself.

Until he saw her.

+++++

Geet had barely slept, but she refused to let that show as she entered the office, clutching her coffee a little too tightly.

She had convinced herself—willed herself—to act normal. Maan probably didn’t even remember the call. She wasn’t going to bring it up.

And yet, as she walked toward her desk, her eyes flickered toward his office.

The glass doors were closed, his silhouette visible inside, but he didn’t turn to look at her.

Not once.

He was ignoring her.

Something inside her twisted—anger, frustration, something she didn’t want to name.

She wasn’t sure what she had expected, but it hadn’t been this.

He had made the first move. He had called her.

And now, he was acting like it never happened?

Fine.

She set her coffee down with more force than necessary, her movements sharp and precise as she opened her laptop. Two could play this game.

+++++

The tension between them festered throughout the day. Unspoken. Unbearable.

By the time their scheduled meeting arrived, Geet was ready for war.

She walked into the boardroom, taking her seat as the team gathered, her eyes flicking to Maan only once.

He didn’t acknowledge her.

Not a glance. Not a flicker.

Coward.

Her fingers clenched beneath the table as the meeting began. The discussion was sharp, focused, and for once, she was grateful for the distraction.

Until—

“Geet,” Maan’s voice cut through the room, smooth as always, but colder than usual.

She lifted her gaze, locking onto his. “Yes, Sir?”

He pushed a file across the table toward her. “I need you to rework these projections. The investor meeting is in two days.”

Geet’s stomach churned. She knew these projections—she had worked on them for weeks. They were perfect.

But that wasn’t the point, was it?

This wasn’t about work.

This was about them.

She reached for the file, keeping her face carefully neutral. “Understood.”

Maan held her gaze for a second too long, something unreadable flashing in his eyes before he looked away.

Geet swallowed hard, her hands tightening around the pages.

So this was how he wanted to play it.

Fine.

She could play, too.

++++

By the time the meeting ended, Geet’s patience had worn thin.

She waited until most of the team had filed out before standing, deliberately slow, watching as Maan collected his papers.

Then, before he could leave, she stepped in front of him.

“Sir.”

His jaw tightened, but he finally looked at her.

“Yes?”

She took a breath, forcing herself to stay calm. “Is there anything specific you’d like me to change in the projections? Because from my understanding, they were approved last week.”

A beat of silence.

Then, Maan leaned in slightly, his voice dangerously low.

“Do you have a problem with my request, Miss Kumar?”

Geet refused to step back.

“Not at all,” she said smoothly, tilting her head. “I just find it interesting that you suddenly want them redone. Almost as if you’re trying to keep me occupied.”

His eyes flickered—the tiniest crack in his armor.

For the first time, she had the upper hand.

Maan’s lips parted slightly, but no words came.

Geet nodded, stepping back. “I’ll have the revisions by the end of the day.”

She turned and walked out, leaving him standing there, silent.

But as she reached her desk, her hands were shaking.

Because for all her bravado, one truth remained.

No matter how much she fought it—

She still wanted him to say something.

And Maan?

For the first time in his life, he didn’t know what the hell to say.

Originally posted by: coderlady

A light bulb? Yes she was talking about you man. You have never said anything, so she has never said anything.

You have the most entertaining comments 😂

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maan knows he have started feeling something more for geet but his wall around him making everything hard

geet decide to play as much n in same way like maan

Part 9

can understand Geet's thoughts

so the tension between them is simmering

wish that they would have spoke

Maan's thoughts were reasonable

he knows he has feelings for Geet

why does he not tell her?

her friends concern was anticipated

well that look said it all

as expected Maan was jealous seeing Geet and Raj's closeness

at least he knows Geet is different

oh Geet cannot but think about Maan

Gosh Maan called Geet

not surprised with Maan's remarks

well she thinks that he did not mean it

ahh Maan was upset that she did not call back

now Maan is ignoring Geet

these two need to talk

Geet's reaction was justified when Maan told her rework those projections

update soon

Lovely part

Hope Maan talks about his liking to Geet now

It’s high time when they both know there is something

Cont soon

Thanks for pm

Part 8

Fantastic and so Curious Update

It seems like Geet is constantly on Maan's mind though he never shows it

but at the office gathering , Maan attended was it because he knew Geet would

be there.

oh now I'm just hoping that he at least approaches Geet confess his feelings

to her , hopefully they can become a couple

Raj on the other hand seem like a really friendly and down to earth person

Part 9

Fantastic Update

Maan when deeply intoxicated cannot hold back

but makes a call to Geet , she has always been on his mind

but the fact that she works for Maan , he had to draw lines between them

but now hearing her say she is waiting for the man to tell her his feelings

probably Maan realizes Geet has been speaking about him

but then again at the office Maan once acts as if nothing happened

When they would be normal couple?