Something About Us- MG || (Part 51|Page 52) - Page 27

Did he actually take Priyanka or she showed up on her own and made it look like they were together?

Part 23

The betrayal didn’t come like a sharp slap—it wasn’t dramatic. It came slowly. Like cold water soaking into fabric. Quiet. Spreading. Unrelenting.

Earlier, when the spiral had begun, she’d told herself it was insecurity. Just her mind playing tricks. She’d rationalized it. Excused it. Even defended him against her own fear.

But now? Now it wasn’t speculation.
Now it was confirmation.

He chose her.

He had picked Priyanka—not just in function, but in optics. In symbolism. In presence. In that world of wealth and grace and well-fitted gowns, he chose someone who matched him stride for stride.

And Geet?

She was the girl who had thrown a rock at a car. Who had skipped down hotel stairs with wind-blown hair and a stolen moment of laughter. Who had stood beside him in and made jokes about tomato sauce and wealth wrapped in gold-leaf insecurities.

She had let herself believe that maybe—just maybe—that version of her was someone he saw.

Someone he wanted.

And now she saw the truth.

She was a detour. A distraction. A temporary anomaly in his otherwise linear, elite life.

She was his project.

Something he had lifted, shaped, played with.

And now that it had served its purpose—now that the novelty had worn off—he had moved on.

Cleanly. Easily.
To someone the world would clap for.

Her chest hurt. But it was a dull, aching kind of pain. The kind that doesn’t scream—it just stays. Settles. Embeds.

She’d hoped.

That was her mistake.

She had hoped when he’d looked at her differently that night at the gala. When he’d blocked her from the drunken baraatis. When he’d danced with her like no one else existed. When he’d run, hand in hand, grinning like a reckless teenager.

She had hoped when he dropped her home.

When he let go of her hand a moment too late.

When he messaged her.

She’d hoped.

And in hoping, she had slipped.

Fallen.

Felt.

Geet stood up slowly, like gravity itself had doubled in weight.

She moved toward the dresser, opened the drawer, and quietly placed her phone inside it.

Then she closed it.

And turned away.

Because she couldn’t look at it again.
Not tonight.
Not if she wanted to stay whole.

++++

Monday morning.

The office was a hum of quiet routine—the clack of keyboards, low greetings, the faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingering in the air.

Geet walked in five minutes early.

Her heels made no sound, her expression unreadable. Hair pinned back into a sleek ponytail, and a calm that wasn’t quite natural.

It was the calm of someone who had spent the entire night building armor.

Inside, the betrayal from last night simmered in her chest like an old burn freshly exposed to air. She had slept no more than two hours. Or maybe not at all. She couldn’t remember. But she had told herself one thing on repeat: Get up. Go to work. Don't give him the satisfaction.

“Geet!” Nisha greeted from the break table, waving lightly. “You’re back! You okay now?”

Geet smiled politely, soft and neutral. “Yes. Much better. Thank you.”

She placed her bag down on her desk. Booted her system. Pulled out the first file from her tray. Calm. Focused. Untouched.

Unreachable.

At 9:25 a.m., Maan walked in.

Black shirt. Grey jacket. Phone pressed to his ear, brows slightly furrowed, mouth drawn in that sharp, calculating way he always carried into Monday mornings.

He spotted her before she looked up.

Except—she didn’t look up.

She didn’t look at him at all.

His steps slowed imperceptibly.

He passed her desk, lingered for a breath, expecting her eyes to flicker up the way they always did. A brief glance. A quick acknowledgment. The little thing she did—where her eyes met his for the barest second before she looked away again, like they shared a secret no one else could hear.

But today—

Nothing.

No glance. No pause.

She was highlighting something in a document, pen moving steadily, lips pressed in a faint line of concentration.

Like he wasn’t there.

Maan frowned slightly.

He continued walking.

Later that morning,

“Miss Geet?” Maan stood in his office doorway, arms crossed, a file in hand.

Geet looked up from her desk, perfectly composed. “Yes?”

“Join the client call in five. I want notes on the new marketing strategy.”

“Of course,” she replied, already rising, collecting her notepad.

No flinch. No expression.

He waited for a flicker of something.

It didn’t come.

Day three.

She was there. Early again. Efficient. Calm.

But colder.

The kind of cold that wasn’t rude. It wasn’t avoidance. It was absence. A gentle, cutting absence.

She answered his questions. She followed his instructions. She didn’t once call him out, tease, banter, or even blink too long.

Maan leaned back in his chair during a strategy meeting, watching her from across the table as Priyanka discussed analytics in a low, saccharine tone.

Geet was scribbling. Silent. Sharp. Present.

But not there.

Not with him.

And that—bothered him more than he expected.

+++

Meanwhile…

The weekends were hers.

She didn’t plan it. It just… happened.

A message here. A stylist's call there. One photoshoot. Then another. A skincare shoot. A silk-saree campaign. A bridal makeup demo.

Her confidence didn’t flood back all at once—but it trickled. Quietly. Just enough to remind her that she still existed outside this office, outside of him.

The flash of cameras. The rhythm of pose, hold, turn. The way photographers still paused after a click and muttered, “God, you’ve got such striking eyes.”

No, it didn’t heal everything.

But it helped her remember that she had once been something more than a forgotten employee walking behind a man who no longer looked back.

+++

Back at the office—Week Two

Maan stood by the window of his cabin, watching her through the transparent glass.

She was reviewing a document with Sheetal. Nodding. Calm. Detached.

The same Geet, only... not.

Something had changed in her posture. Not just her silence.

There was a distance to her now. A new stillness that wasn’t submission. It was restraint.

A kind of quiet that made him feel like he was knocking on a door that had already been locked from the inside.

“Maan?” Priyanka’s voice interrupted his train of thought as she stepped into his cabin.

+++

Tuesday morning was unusually cheerful near the break table.

Muffled laughter drifted from Meera’s desk—bright and bubbling. Geet didn’t need to look up to recognize the familiar tones: Nisha’s breathless squeals, Kavya’s dry commentary in the background, Meera’s amused hums anchoring them.

Something was up.

She kept her eyes on her screen, fingers hovering above her keyboard, determined not to ask.

Then—

“Oh my God, oh my god, you guys—it’s her!” Nisha’s voice rang out, loud enough to turn a few heads across the office.

Geet’s heart stalled.
Please don’t.

“Look! LOOK!” Nisha waved her phone wildly in the air, rushing over to Meera’s side. “Meera! She didn’t tell us—”

“Oh... my... god,” Meera whispered, her mouth falling open as she took the phone. “Wait, what? Is this—”

“It is!” Nisha beamed. “Geet! I found it on the explore page while scrolling through this lifestyle campaign hashtag! Look how beautiful she looks!”

Kavya looked over Meera’s shoulder, unimpressed but undeniably intrigued. “Let me see. Okay, wow. That's... not influencer content. That’s like real editorial-level work.”

“She looks like a frickin' muse,” Nisha said reverently. “The saree, the styling... like some timeless Sabyasachi moodboard. And those eyes—my god. She’s just standing there and saying a thousand things.”

Geet’s throat went dry. Her fingers stilled above the keyboard, though she pretended to be adjusting the mouse.

They’d found it.

One of the campaign shoots. The jewelry ad from last weekend. It had only gone up that morning—and she hadn’t posted it. But it had been reshared by the brand’s page. And now... it was here. In her world.

In this office.

“Oh my god, look at this one—scroll to the next—yes, that one. That pose! I swear this is ad campaign perfection,” Meera said, a rare gleam in her eyes. “You didn’t even tell us you still modeled.”

“She probably didn’t want to brag,” Kavya said dryly. “Unlike someone I know who posted one blurry gym selfie and added #fitnessmodel.”

“Excuse me—it was aspirational,” Nisha sniffed. “And relatable.”

A few desks down, Raj poked his head over his monitor, trying not to stare but clearly listening.

Geet kept her gaze trained on her laptop screen. She was smiling in the photos. Calm. Controlled. Effortless.

Not like now.
Now, her stomach churned.

“Geet!” Meera finally called, her tone a little gentler, affectionate even. “You didn’t tell us you were moonlighting as an icon.”

Geet looked up slowly.

“It was just a small shoot,” she said lightly. “On a weekend.”

“Small?” Nisha scoffed. “You look like you walked off a Vogue cover.”

Geet forced a small smile. “You’re exaggerating.”

But before anyone could reply—

“Oh,” came the drawling voice. “That was her.”

Priyanka.

She approached with a tablet in hand and that ever-present, practiced smile. Her curls bounced as she walked, hips swaying with just enough control to appear casual.

“I thought I recognized her face. She did that ad a few years ago—what was it?” Her brow creased in performative thought. “Ah. Toilet cleaner. The one with that jingle. My maid sang it for weeks. Used to drive me insane.”

The silence that followed was immediate.

Meera’s smile dropped.

Nisha’s brows furrowed.

Even Kavya, usually one to enjoy drama, glanced sharply at Priyanka—then at Geet.

Priyanka kept going, light and breezy.

“No offense,” she added sweetly, as if offering a bandage after throwing a knife. “We all do what we have to, right? Acting, modelling, office work. It’s all part of the journey.”

Geet didn’t move.

Didn’t blink.

Just watched her.

Her smile didn’t falter, but something cold passed behind her eyes—like glass cracking quietly beneath pressure.

“Anyway,” Priyanka concluded, tucking the tablet under her arm with an effortless toss of her hair, “it's just... such a shift, isn’t it? One minute you're posing for soap, the next you’re typing minutes for board meetings. Versatility. Impressive.”

The air was thick.

Tight.

Even Sheetal, seated across the aisle at her own desk, looked up from her screen. Her gaze flicked to Geet, then to Priyanka. She said nothing, but her posture stiffened.

Then—

The cabin door opened.

Maan stepped out.

Inky black shirt. No tie. Sleeves rolled precisely to the elbows.

And his eyes?
Already fixed on the scene.

His gaze didn’t drift.

It went straight to Priyanka.

“Enough.”

One word.

One syllable.

Utter silence.

The temperature dropped instantly. Even the humming from the ceiling vents seemed to still.

Priyanka turned slowly, a faint line forming between her brows. “Maan, I was just—”

Maan’s gaze didn’t shift.

“Enough.”

It wasn’t loud.
It wasn’t angry.
But it was final.

Her lips parted again. Thought better of it. Smiled thinly. “Of course.”

She pivoted, heels clicking sharply against the floor as she retreated.

Maan didn’t say another word.

He looked at Geet next.

Expression unreadable.
Voice flat.

“Geet. My cabin.”

Geet rose smoothly.

She didn’t hesitate.

She didn’t speak.

Just picked up her notepad, clicked her pen once, and followed.

The only sound as she walked behind him?

Her own heart.
Pounding.

Great update good to see geet carrying herself well but the gap between maaneet is increasing only hope they sort it out soon .

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great update

geet is deeply hurt seeing priyanka with maan in same event like she was with maan seeing different maan

friends from staff surprise to see geet in add in good means

priyanka trying to insult geet but maan stop her bluntly

hope geet n maan talk n clear misunderstanding in them

OH geet , dont be so down....glad that she is doing her weekend modeling shoots....good for her...this is her orignal passion anyway right....and she is good at it...

great that others found out at work....but that priyanka...omg...she definitely has it out for geet....just becuase she can sense maan's interest in geet she is jealous...really girl....you cannot compare yourself to geet...

good maan called out and warned priyanka....dont know why he is still keeping her....

there will be many more ivy leagers if he wants...but this vamp....not

he can sense geet pulling away from him slowly but steadily....he better get her back or he will loose her fully...

Part 23

Geet's thoughts well portrayed

oh no the hope she has is dissipating

sad seeing the changes in Geet

of cos Maan was confused when she did acknowledge his presence

Geet is indeed emotionless

as expected Maan noticed Geet's changed behavior

he is clearly bothered

well Geet continued her shoots

Maan's thoughts were reasonable

so her colleagues got to know about her shoot

great that Nisha and Meera praised Geet

angry with Priyanka's comments

hate Priyanka

glad that Maan heard

not surprised he warned Priyanka

hope Maan will clear Geet's misunderstanding

update soon

Great part

Hope Geet would have replied back to Priyanka

Also please at least make her talk to Maan what’s going on her heart

Cont soon

Lovely couple of chapters. I feel so sorry for Geet. Life has given her so many failures, that it does become difficult to believe in yourself. Maan needs to not just tell her but show her how great she is and he needs to deal with the bully in his company by sacking her. Thanks again!

Part 23

Fabulous Update

The drift between Maan and Geet is just increasing

while Geet doing all these photo shoots and is successful

which in fact is great