Something About Us- MG || (Part 51|Page 52) - Page 13

part 10

The big man has no words. He is about to lose control and he doesn't like it. He doesn't trust anyone enough to let go.

She asked him point blank and he just backed out. Worse, he hid behind alcohol. After that, how is she supposed to say anything?

The words both will regret later. But the damage is done for now.

The knucklehead refuses to give an inch and then expects her to wait around?

Great part

What a way for confession

But hope Maaneet do not stop caring for each other In showing other is no affected

Cont soon

Geet really hinting maan

In that party

He call her in midnight

Why he making so difficult

Why he can't be happy

Relationship me jaane me problem kya hai dono ko

Actually he is damm jealous 😅

Hate you

Ki jagah

I love you bolna tha 🤣

Good 👍

Part 11

And before she could stop herself, before she could take it back—

The words left her lips.

“I hate you.”

Maan’s eyes flashed.

And then—

He smiled.

A slow, dangerous smirk that burned.

And when he finally spoke, his voice was a whisper.

“You know what?”

He stepped closer, invading her space.

His breath fanned against her skin, his presence overwhelming.

“I hate you too.”

The air between them crackled.

Geet’s hands trembled, her knuckles turning white as she clutched the biryani container like it was the only thing keeping her grounded.

Maan was looking at her like he wanted to ruin her.

Or like he already had.

And God help her—

She wanted to ruin him too.

+++++

Maan sat in his office, his fingers steepled against his forehead, the weight of his own words pressing against his chest.

“I don’t need your pity food, Geet. You can save that for the people you actually care about.”

The moment replayed in his mind like a bad record, each syllable laced with regret. He had seen it—how her face had fallen, how her lips had parted slightly in shock before her eyes flashed with fire.

And then she had said it.

"I hate you."

The words had sliced through the air, leaving something raw and aching in their wake. And like the self-destructive fool he was, he had thrown the same words back at her, because it was easier than admitting the truth.

Now, hours later, his anger had settled into something else—something quieter, but far more dangerous.

He glanced at the biryani container still sitting untouched on his desk.

Geet had brought it for him. Despite his silence. Despite the week of avoidance. Despite everything.

And what had he done?

He had lashed out. Over what? A stupid assumption. A jealousy he refused to name.

Maan exhaled sharply, raking a hand through his hair before pulling the container closer.

With slow, measured movements, he opened it, the rich, familiar aroma of spices and perfectly cooked rice filling the room.

His jaw tightened.

It smelled like home.

Like something warm. Like something that shouldn’t belong in his cold, calculated world.

And yet, it did.

Without another thought, he picked up his fork and took a bite.

The moment the flavors hit his tongue, he stilled.

It was good. Damn good.

Maan had eaten in the finest restaurants, tasted dishes from Michelin-starred chefs, but this—this was something else entirely.

It wasn’t just food.

It was Geet.

It was her care, her effort, her quiet way of showing affection without saying a word.

And he had thrown it in her face.

Maan set the fork down, his appetite fading under the weight of his guilt.

For the first time in a long time, he felt like an absolute ass.

++++

Late that night, when the office was empty and Geet was drowning in work, it happened.

A quiet rustling. The faintest movement near her desk.

She glanced up, startled.

Maan was standing there.

She hadn’t even heard him approach.

Her heart stuttered, but she forced her expression to remain neutral. “Sir?”

He said nothing. Instead, he placed a small paper packet on her desk.

Then, before she could even form a question, he turned and walked away.

Geet stared at the packet, her brows furrowing. Slowly, cautiously, she reached for it and peeled it open.

Her breath caught.

Inside was a pastry.

Her favorite pastry.

The one she had gushed about in the cafeteria weeks ago—the one she had lamented about because the bakery had moved to another city, two hours away.

She swallowed hard.

Her fingers trembled as she picked it up. Without thinking, she took a bite.

The taste was just as perfect as she remembered.

A soft, involuntary sound escaped her lips.

A small, almost imperceptible moan.

And then—

A voice.

Low. Rough. Strained.

"Don’t make that sound."

Geet froze mid-bite, her eyes snapping up in surprise.

Maan was standing a few feet away, his posture rigid, his jaw clenched so tightly she thought he might crack a tooth.

Her brows furrowed. “Huh?” she mumbled, still dazed from the pastry-induced bliss.

His Adam’s apple bobbed.

He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair in frustration before shaking his head. “Never mind,” he muttered, turning away.

Geet blinked, watching him retreat with narrowed eyes.

Then, realization dawned.

A slow, knowing smile curled at the edges of her lips.

Oh.

Oh.

Maan Singh Khurana had just been affected by the sound of her eating a pastry.

Geet licked the crumbs from her lips deliberately, her mind racing.

For the first time in days, she felt like she had won something.

And as Maan disappeared into his office, his shoulders unusually tense, she couldn’t stop the tiny smirk that tugged at the corner of her mouth.

Maybe—just maybe—she wasn’t the only one suffering.

++++

The next morning, Maan walked into his office, expecting the usual stillness.

But instead—

He stopped in his tracks.

There, in the seating area of his expansive cabin, Geet was sitting on the floor.

The sight was… unexpected.

She was hunched over the coffee table, a notepad in front of her, her pen moving swiftly as she scribbled something down. Her long hair fell over one shoulder, her brows furrowed in concentration, completely oblivious to his presence.

For a moment, Maan simply stared.

It was a strange juxtaposition—his sleek, sophisticated office, designed for power and efficiency, and then… her. Sitting cross-legged on the carpet, casually working like she belonged there.

Like she wasn’t still haunting his every damn thought from last night.

"Don’t make that sound."

The memory slammed into him hard. The soft moan. The way her lips had parted just slightly. The innocent satisfaction in her expression—

Maan clenched his jaw. Not now.

Shaking himself, he cleared his throat.

Geet looked up, her pen still poised mid-air.

Her eyes met his.

There was no hesitation, no sign of discomfort from their previous interactions—only mild curiosity and maybe a hint of exasperation.

“What are you doing on the floor?” Maan asked, his voice a touch gruff.

Geet blinked, as if confused by the question. Then she gestured at her notepad. “Sheetal wanted some cue cards for the next meeting.”

Maan raised a brow. “In my office?”

She barely glanced up this time, too focused on her work. “Meeting is in fifteen minutes.”

Ah.

So that was it.

She was here because it was convenient. Because the meeting would be held here soon.

Not because of him.

Not because she had wanted to be in his space.

Maan wasn’t sure why that annoyed him.

Still, he said nothing, only stepped further inside, shrugging off his jacket as he moved toward his desk.

He sat down, fully intending to start his work. But his eyes—they betrayed him.

His gaze flickered back to her.

And suddenly, the meeting was the last thing on his mind.

Because Geet—completely unguarded, completely unaware of his scrutiny—was a sight he couldn’t look away from.

Her posture, relaxed yet determined. The way she chewed on the end of her pen absently when she was deep in thought. The way her brows creased ever so slightly as she wrote, lost in her own world.

She had no idea how easily she commanded his attention.

And it drove him mad.

Geet must have sensed something because she suddenly stopped writing, her fingers pausing on the paper.

Slowly, cautiously, she glanced up.

Their eyes met.

For a second—just a second—everything stilled.

The air between them thickened.

Geet’s lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something.

But before she could—

The door opened.

Sheetal and the other employees entered for the meeting.

The moment shattered.

Geet blinked, snapping back into focus. She stood up quickly, gathering her notes, her usual composed demeanor slipping back into place.

Maan exhaled slowly, forcing himself to do the same.

But even as the meeting began, even as discussions filled the room—he barely heard a word.

Because all he could think about was how dangerously close he had been to breaking first.

+++

Morning after the Meeting

Maan sat in his office, his fingers steepled together, his mind not on work for once.

The morning meeting had ended over an hour ago, yet his thoughts still drifted back to the sight of Geet sitting on the floor of his office, completely at ease, lost in her own world.

She hadn’t even noticed him at first.

She had looked… untouched by the chaos he felt inside him.

Maan’s jaw clenched.

It was irritating, how unaffected she seemed.

Even after last night. Even after that damn pastry.

He should have never given it to her.

And yet—

Maan’s gaze flickered to his drawer, where the empty paper packet still sat.

A quiet knock at the door.

Before he could answer, she walked in.

Geet.

She stepped forward, her expression calm, composed, her entire demeanor as if last night had meant nothing at all.

Maan’s grip on the armrest tightened.

She reached into her bag and placed a small packet on his desk.

Maan didn’t look at it immediately. Didn’t give her the reaction she was waiting for. Instead, his eyes remained on her.

Her face was neutral. But there was something too deliberate about this.

“What is this?” he asked, his voice even.

Geet lifted a shoulder in a light shrug. “A gift.”

Maan raised a brow. A gift.

She had never brought him a gift before.

He finally glanced down.

Aloe vera sheet mask.

Maan’s fingers curled slightly.

He looked back at her, eyes narrowing. “For what?”

Geet’s lips twitched—just barely, but her tone remained even, mild.

“For the pastry.”

A beat of silence.

Something in Maan’s chest twisted—an unwanted, foreign feeling.

This wasn’t what he had expected.

He thought she would either ignore the pastry completely or confront him about it.

But this—this was something else.

A counter move.

A game he hadn’t realized they were playing.

Maan didn’t react, didn’t let his face betray anything. Instead, he picked up the packet, turning it between his fingers.

Aloe vera sheet mask.

A slow, controlled exhale.

And then—

Geet tilted her head slightly, watching him carefully, and added softly—

“Oh, and it’s green.”

Maan went completely still.

The air shifted.

His fingers tightened around the packet.

And Geet—calm, collected Geet—held his gaze.

Waiting.

Letting him understand exactly what she meant.

Maan’s jaw clenched.

Of course.

Of course, she had figured it out.

His jealousy.

His anger at seeing her with Raj.

His silent war with himself.

He should have known she wouldn’t let it go.

Maan exhaled, his face unreadable. “I wasn’t jealous.”

Geet blinked slowly, her expression unreadable.

She shrugs lightly yet knowingly

Maan’s fingers twitched.

She continued, adjusting the strap of her watch with a feigned nonchalance that he wasn’t buying.

Maan let out a slow, controlled breath.

Geet waited, her face calm, her voice just soft enough to be dangerous.

This was the game.

The same game they had been playing for weeks now.

And right now—

She was winning.

Maan’s eyes flickered to the packet in his hand. The green packet.

He held it for a second longer.

Then, in one smooth motion, he opened his desk drawer and tossed it inside.

The drawer slammed shut.

Geet raised a brow. “So you’re keeping it?”

Maan’s voice was low, neutral.

“No.”

Geet’s lips curled slightly, but she said nothing.

Instead, she took one last glance at him, then turned to leave.

Maan didn’t stop her.

Didn’t look at her as she walked away.

Didn’t acknowledge the small shift in the air, the tension still buzzing beneath his skin.

The door clicked shut behind her.

Silence.

Maan sat there for a long moment, staring at nothing.

Then, finally—slowly—

He reached for his drawer.

And pulled the damn mask out again.

His jaw locked.

Damn her.

Damn how well she knew him.

And damn himself.

+++++

Afternoon – Geet’s Desk

Geet was scribbling down notes in her planner, her mind half-focused, when a movement at the corner of her vision caught her attention.

Through the glass walls of Maan’s office, she saw Sheetal standing in front of him, speaking in a measured tone.

Geet’s pen slowed.

Something about the interaction felt… off.

Maan was too still—not his usual composed, unreadable stillness, but the kind that meant something had just thrown him off balance.

Then—

His jaw clenched.

His throat bobbed.

His shoulders stiffened almost imperceptibly.

Geet blinked.

It almost looked like…

Like he had swallowed a rat.

The thought struck so suddenly, so vividly, that before she could stop herself—

A quiet laugh escaped her.

It was barely a sound—just a quick breath of amusement—but it was real.

She pressed her lips together, shaking her head slightly.

God. What on earth had Sheetal said to make Maan Singh Khurana react like that?

From what she had seen, nothing ever shook him visibly—not aggressive investors, not market fluctuations, not last-minute crises.

Yet one conversation had left him looking like he had been force-fed something vile.

Geet tapped her pen against the notepad absently. A thousand possibilities ran through her mind.

Had Sheetal announced she was quitting?
Had she resigned mid-sentence just to see Maan suffer?
Had she revealed some dark company secret that even he didn’t know?

She sighed, shaking her head.

Whatever it was, it must’ve been serious.

But also—

It was hilarious.

Geet swallowed back another chuckle and forced her attention back to her work.

She’d find out sooner or later.

[An Hour Later – Sheetal’s Office]

“Come in.”

Geet stepped inside Sheetal’s cabin, shutting the door behind her.

Sheetal, ever composed and professional, gestured for her to sit.

Geet took a seat, waiting as Sheetal neatly stacked a few papers on her desk before finally speaking.

“I wanted to inform you personally,” Sheetal began, tone calm, matter-of-fact, “that I’m pregnant.”

Geet paused for half a second.

Oh.

Well, that explained the rat-swallowing expression.

Still, she kept her own expression neutral. “Congratulations, ma’am.”

Sheetal gave a small nod, accepting the response with her usual efficiency. “Thank you.”

There was no fanfare, no unnecessary personal discussion. Just a professional announcement.

And then—back to business.

“I’ll be stepping back from certain projects, though I won’t be going on leave just yet.” Sheetal adjusted her watch, her tone as crisp as ever. “Effective immediately, I’ll be delegating some of my responsibilities.”

Geet listened attentively, waiting.

Sheetal continued, straight to the point.

“You’ll be accompanying Maan Sir to the Investor Gala this weekend in my place.”

Geet’s stomach dipped.

She had expected more workload. More responsibilities.

But this—this she hadn’t expected.

Sheetal pushed a file toward her. “Everything you need to know is in here—the investor list, key talking points, and the schedule. The event is local, so no travel is required.”

Geet took the folder, fingers tightening slightly around it.

She nodded once, composed. “Understood, ma’am.”

Sheetal studied her for a moment, her sharp eyes assessing, before adding, almost as an afterthought—

“I assume there won’t be any issues?”

Geet met her gaze evenly.

“No, ma’am,” she replied smoothly.

There was a beat of silence.

Then, Sheetal nodded. “Good. You’re dismissed.”

Geet stood, folder in hand, and exited the cabin.

Back at Her Desk

Geet sat down, exhaling slowly.

Investor gala.
With Maan.

She hadn’t seen that coming.

Her eyes flickered back toward his cabin, where Maan now stood by the window, staring outside.

The same man who had spent the morning being stiff and unreadable, the same man who had clenched his jaw so tightly earlier that she had genuinely feared for his teeth.

So this is what had rattled him.

The news of Sheetal’s pregnancy.

Geet huffed a quiet laugh under her breath.

He really had looked like he had swallowed a rat.

A part of her wanted to walk into his office and say it out loud, just to see his reaction.

But she wouldn’t.

Because she had bigger problems now.

She had less than a week to prepare for an event where she’d be representing Khurana Enterprises.

And worse—

She’d be spending an entire evening in Maan’s presence, under the scrutiny of the city’s wealthiest elite.

The same elite that had once looked down on her, dismissed her, treated her as invisible.

Geet inhaled deeply.

This was going to be… interesting.

And possibly exhausting.

She set the folder down, pinched the bridge of her nose, and let out a quiet sigh.

She should have laughed a little less at Maan’s suffering earlier.

Because now—

It was her turn.

Originally posted by: priya_21

Actually he is damm jealous 😅

Hate you

Ki jagah

I love you bolna tha 🤣

Good 👍

Bilkul, tension mein intention samajh liya tumne

Originally posted by: priya_21

Geet really hinting maan

In that party

He call her in midnight

Why he making so difficult

Why he can't be happy

Relationship me jaane me problem kya hai dono ko

well, to answer the query:

1. He knows he has some feelings for her but what is that feeling how deep is that he doesnt know. He cannot find logic of his feelings also he doesnt want to hurt her by confessing something and then changing his mind and not committing. That would be more painful for him.

2. Also there is this skewed power dynamics, right now he is her boss. His taking a step forward might also be borderline exploitation that he doesn’t want. He knows she has had too many financial and career issues as is, she has found little stability with this job, he doesn't want to ruin her peace of mind

Hope that helps clear Maan's perspective here. Also keep asking questions, i love it. I love the interactions

Originally posted by: janu2006

Great part

What a way for confession

But hope Maaneet do not stop caring for each other In showing other is no affected

Cont soon

Thanks, tumne isko confession consider kiya. its more like i hate you like i love you. Tesha hai par mera hai kind of a thing