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Part 49

Amazingly Fantastic Update

Maan is softening now even talking about Geet

to clients and Mr Rao

oh he indeed loved the fact that Geet send him a photo of herself

Maan is actually only worried about Geet and not about people's opinion

Priyanka found that out the hard way .

Maan is surely falling in love with Geet and the greatest part he accepts her

with all her faults and strengths

Awesome part

Loving this Maan and Geet

Cont soon

Thanks for pm

Part 49

Geet's question was anticipated

great that he assured her

he was correct that she isn't less

well she wanted to know what he sees in her

liked Maan's reply

admire his efforts to lighten the atmosphere

as expected she does not want his pity

of cos Maan is extremely proud of Geet

he indeed cares about her

wonderful that he understands her state of mind

pleased that she was honest with him

glad that he will always be there for her

now Maan had to go to the office

but was reluctant to go

however she assured him

Rao was clearly relieved seeing Maan

Maan's thoughts were understandable

hate Priyanka's attitude

angry with remarks

not surprised with Maan's response

good that he out Priyanks in her place

nice seeing Geet's progress

they will certainly get through this together

loved that she motivated him

Geet's thoughts were reasonable

finally she realised what he did and saw just Maan

adore Maan showing everyone Geet's pic when she sat up on her own

he is really in love and is not hiding this

update soon

I think loves doesn't makes u weak when a person loves her or him his or her strength weakness in rich or poor in health and disease he or she have the strength to support him or her maan silently doing that for her for them bcuz he loves her and respects her of who she is

Yes he is irrevocably love with his geet 💞

Okay okay

Finally you got me to reply. Earlier I was adamant not to reply until Geet woke up. As relieving as it was, still it was a mild episode full of feelings but no drama. I wanted to see maan in msk mode. That happened when he finally started finding the truth in the previous part. And in this part, he did a 360 turn, turning all mushy.geet ko nahi dikha sakta toh poora lovesick behavior office mein dikha diya.

Loving the story.

Read 3 updates at a time really wonderful 👍 👍 fantastic

Part 50

Setting: Office Pantry – Afternoon

The espresso machine hummed in the corner, the smell of stale coffee lingering above a countertop cluttered with mugs. Sunlight filtered through the frosted glass, making everything look a bit too clean, too quiet.

But in one corner, three voices weren’t keeping to the hush.

Raj leaned against the counter, sipping on his cold brew. Across from him, Kavya perched on a stool, while Nisha leaned in, her eyes wide, eyebrows already halfway to her hairline.

“I’m telling you,” Raj said, lowering his voice but not really lowering it, “he showed me the picture like a dad showing off his kid’s first math medal.”

Kavya narrowed her eyes. “Geet’s selfie?”

“The one with the peace sign?” Nisha asked, already smiling.

Raj nodded. “Yep. That one. All proud. I thought he was going to cry tears of national pride.”

Kavya gave a low whistle. “Maan Singh Khurana? Showing off a girl’s selfie in public?”

“Right?” Raj shook his head. “Like. No hesitation. Not even a pretend excuse like ‘oh, she works here too’ or ‘you know, the insurance process.’ Nothing.”

Nisha giggled. “Okay but remember when we visited her at the hospital last week? You saw how he tucked the blanket around her legs like it was an art form.”

Kavya snorted. “And the way he glared at the nurse when she adjusted Geet’s IV wrong. I thought he was going to buy the hospital and fire everyone.”

Raj raised a brow. “Still didn’t say anything though. Not a word about being with her.”

“Of course he didn’t,” Nisha said, mockingly posh. “Because Maan Sir doesn’t date. He broods in Italian suits and solves algorithms at 3 a.m.”

Kavya leaned forward, elbows on her knees, grinning. “Do you think it started when she joined the company? Or earlier?”

“I mean,” Nisha added, “they were weirdly efficient on that Maldives pitch. Like psychic connection level. Remember when they both rejected the same tagline before anyone even read it out loud?”

Raj laughed. “Okay, but now I feel stupid. We all missed it.”

Kavya raised a finger. “Or maybe they hid it. And we were just blind.”

“Possible,” Raj said. “I mean, he never flirted. Not openly.”

Nisha made a dramatic gasp. “Oh my god. Do you think he kissed her in the elevator and then gave a three-hour presentation like nothing happened?”

“Okay, chill,” Kavya rolled her eyes. “This isn’t Grey’s Anatomy.”

Raj leaned in, grinning. “But seriously. This means Priyanka’s campaign is officially dead.”

Kavya and Nisha both turned toward the door—half-expecting her to appear, heels clicking, lips glossed to weapon-grade precision.

Nisha covered her mouth, whispering dramatically, “Moment of silence for Priyanka’s dreams of becoming Mrs. Maan Khurana.”

Kavya crossed her arms. “She played herself. Shouldn’t have tried to intimidate Geet behind that Botox smile.”

Raj chuckled. “Now she’s probably planning an ‘accidental’ fall into his lap. ‘Oops! Maan, I tripped onto your million-dollar chair—save me!’”

They all laughed.

But beneath the teasing, there was something warmer—genuine affection. Not just for Geet, but for the possibility of her finally having someone on her side. Someone who didn’t just notice her strength when it was convenient.

Kavya said softly, after the laughter settled, “She deserves this, you know. Someone who looks at her like she’s… everything.”

Raj nodded. “Yeah. And he does.”

Nisha tilted her head, smiling. “Hope she knows it.”

Kavya grinned. “If she doesn’t, we’ll tell her. Loudly.”

Nisha added, “And often.”

Raj raised his cup like a toast. “To Geet.”

“To Geet,” they echoed.

Nisha, leaning forward with the subtle grace of someone pretending to not be eavesdropping while eavesdropping hard, clutched her mug tighter. “Okay, yes, but showing her selfie to board members, Raj? Board. Members. That’s not just ‘something.’ That’s full-blown ‘I’m obsessed with her’ energy.”

Raj grinned. “I’ve never seen the man smile this much in one day. I thought his face wasn’t built for it.”

Kavya leaned closer over the table, conspiratorial. “You should’ve seen him earlier. I was walking past the glass when he showed the picture to Mr. Kapoor. You know Kapoor, right? That fossil who blinks once a minute?”

Raj snorted.

“He showed him. The most unromantic human on the planet. And then he smiled. Not a half-smirk. A full-on my-girlfriend-just-learned-to-sit-again smile.”

Nisha leaned forward, lowering her voice, eyes sparkling.

“So it’s confirmed then?”

“Oh, confirmed confirmed,” Kavya said with exaggerated flair. “Certified. Notarized. Stamped with a blood seal. The boss man is smitten.”

Raj tilted his head, pretending to ponder. “But how did we not see this before? We visited her in the hospital. He was there, yes, but I thought maybe—professional concern? Like, you know, she worked under him and—”

“Under being the operative word,” Kavya muttered with a mischievous eyebrow raise.

Nisha choked on her coffee.

“Kavya!” Raj laughed. “That is—okay, maybe fair.”

Kavya leaned back smugly. “Don’t look at me like I’m wrong.”

“But how long?” Nisha mused, eyes narrowing with gossipy intrigue. “Like, when did it start? Because now that I think about it—remember those late nights? When she’d stay back ‘voluntarily’ to work on those presentations? Alone in the office with him?”

“Ohhhhhh,” Kavya drawled, pointing a finger like a detective solving a cold case. “And that one time, remember? She came in the next morning looking all dazed and weird. Like someone who had seen the face of God… or made out with him in the conference room.”

Raj coughed. “Okay, okay, now we’re entering fanfiction territory.”

Kavya shrugged. “Maybe. But have you ever looked at her properly when someone mentions his name?”

Nisha raised a finger. “Wait. Remember the day Priyanka first joined? The glares Geet gave her?”

“She glared?” Raj asked, surprised. “Geet’s barely expressive. She has the emotional visibility of a locked safe.”

“Not when it came to that one,” Nisha replied, sipping smugly. “I saw it. So did Shruti. She tried to cover it, but trust me, it was there. Subtle, but lethal.”

Kavya nodded. “And Priyanka? Please. Poor woman thought she had a shot. With her sleek dresses and clickety heels. And now? All wasted on a man who’s busy showing off his bruised not-girlfriend-but-so-girlfriend to executives like a proud dad at PTA.”

“Priyanka must be fuming,” Raj chuckled.

“She wore red lipstick today. That’s her ‘emotional combat’ color,” Nisha quipped.

“Okay, okay, so let’s piece this together,” Kavya said, fingers steepled like a drama analyst. “They’ve had sparks for months. We missed the early signs, but there were whispers. Then, boom—hospital disaster. Tragedy. Maan vanishes from office. Stays with her, what—eighteen days? Around the clock. Refuses to leave.”

Raj nodded solemnly. “I heard he slept on a bench for the first few nights. Someone said they brought him a cot. He didn’t even use it. Just sat beside her. All night.”

“Romance level: Epic level devotion,” Kavya muttered dramatically. “And today... it all made sense.”

“Do you think he confessed to her?” Nisha asked. “Like in the hospital? Is that how he got the selfie? Was it, like, post-confession euphoria?”

“I think he’s the kind who doesn’t say much,” Raj said. “But he does. The type who brushes her hair without being told.”

“Oh my God,” Kavya groaned, slamming her hand down on the table. “Did you see her hair in that selfie? It was tied into that perfect little ponytail-bun hybrid. You think she did that herself with a sprained wrist, a neck brace, and a fractured elbow?”

Nisha gasped. “He did her hair?”

“Yes,” Kavya said, practically swooning. “It was a learning curve, clearly. The first few days, it was chaos. But now? Girl was looking like a pati-trained princess.”

Raj shook his head, half in awe, half laughing. “So while we were busy drafting weekly reports, he was secretly watching hair tutorials on YouTube.”

Kavya pointed a finger at him. “That is love.”

“Boss-level love,” Nisha said, dreamy. “Now I want that.”

Raj raised an eyebrow. “Someone to brush your hair while sending cease-and-desist notices to your enemies?”

“Exactly.”

They all laughed, the kind of laugh that comes from a mix of awe and disbelief.

The office door opened behind them, and they quieted instantly. It was just an intern.

But still—they glanced around and lowered their voices again.

“You think anyone else knows?” Nisha whispered.

“They will soon,” Raj said. “You can’t contain this energy. It’s leaking from his every pore.”

Kavya grinned. “Honestly, I’m just waiting for the moment she walks back in, and he loses all sense of corporate decorum. Like, picks her up and spins her around like DDLJ in the damn lobby.”

“Can you imagine?” Nisha whispered, eyes wide. “Geet, walking back in, neck still stiff, arm in a sling, and he’s just like— ‘Get me security. I need to arrest this woman for stealing my sanity.’”

Raj groaned. “Stop. You’re turning this into a Netflix original.”

Kavya leaned back, smug. “It is a Netflix original. We just didn’t know we were extras in it.”

Nisha blinked. “Wait. Do you remember the team dinner after Geet joined?”

All three fell momentarily silent, memories crashing into the center of the table like a shot glass on marble.

Raj squinted. “Oh f*ck. You’re right. Why the hell did Maan sir come to that? We were literally in that tiny rooftop joint. And he just showed up and sat there like that was normal.”

“He didn’t even eat,” Kavya said, eyes wide. “Just sat there. Quiet. Observing.”

“We thought maybe he was doing a surprise team audit or some bizarre mentorship drive.”

Nisha gave a scandalized little gasp. “Do you remember what Geet said that night?”

“Oh my god,” Kavya squealed. “She said she had a crush on someone. That he didn’t reciprocate.”

“HE WAS SITTING RIGHT THERE,” Raj exploded, pointing an accusing finger at nobody in particular.

“And none of us clocked it!” Nisha howled, laughing like she’d just been betrayed by her own brain. “We were like, ‘aw poor Geet, unrequited love’ while he was probably dying inside.”

Raj shook his head, pretending to look hurt. “So we were background extras in their slow-burn office romance and didn’t even know it.”

Kavya grinned, bouncing in her seat. “It’s giving drama. It’s giving hidden tension. It’s giving the boss secretly drove her home during those late nights and maybe kissed her by the elevator. It’s giving—”

“—corporate fanfiction,” Nisha finished with a grin.

They all collapsed into laughter.

Raj leaned back, smug. “And remember when Priyanka joined? We thought she was the one Maan sir was flirting with.”

“Yeah, well, plot twist,” Kavya snorted. “She was the red herring.”

“And now she’s the heartbroken rival in this office K-drama,” Nisha added, dramatically placing a hand to her chest. “Poor Priyanka. Her dream was destroyed by a quiet girl in discount kurtas who doesn’t even wear eyeliner.”

“They were hiding it so well,” Kavya said, shaking her head in admiration. “Ugh. The discipline.”

“But now?” Raj said, holding up an imaginary phone. “Now Maan sir’s like ‘look at my girl recovering from trauma like a champion. Isn’t she adorable? Look at her neck brace. I love her.’”

All three burst into a fit of helpless laughter.

“I mean,” Kavya sighed, dreamy, “it’s actually kind of hot. Imagine a man like that losing his mind over you. Doing hospital duty. Tying your hair up.”

Raj clutched his chest. “I think I’m going to rewatch my entire dating life and cry.”

Nisha raised her cup. “To Geet. For pulling the boss.”

Kavya raised hers too. “To secret office romances.”

Raj lifted his samosa. “To being blind idiots who missed every damn clue.”

They all clinked.

Kavya tapped her screen, grinning like she’d just cracked a code. “Okay, we have to text her. Geet’s been holding out on us, the sneaky little chuppi rustam.”

Nisha leaned forward, practically vibrating. “Right? She’s been playing the quiet, bruised saint in that hospital bed while secretly starring in the office romance of the century. I mean, Maan Singh Khurana? Our Maan? We need details.”

Raj raised a hand, mock-serious. “Hold up. We can’t just barge in like ‘yo, Geet, spill the tea on your CEO boyfriend.’ We need finesse. Subtlety.”

Kavya snorted, already typing. “Subtlety? Raj, you once asked Mr. Rao if he waxed his mustache for board meetings. Sit down.”

Nisha giggled, peering over Kavya’s shoulder. “What are you writing?”

Kavya tilted her phone, voice low and dramatic. “Hey, Geet, you absolute ninja. How dare you hide the fact you’ve got Maan Singh Khurana wrapped around your little finger? We’re out here dying for the deets. Is he writing you poetry in that hospital room or what? Spill, queen.” She hit send, smirking. “That’s step one.”

Nisha clapped, delighted. “Perfect. Now my turn.” She grabbed her phone, fingers flying. “Geet, you sly fox! We’re losing it over here imagining you and Maan in some K-drama elevator kiss. Tell us everything, or we’re storming Room 407 with popcorn.” Send.

Raj shook his head, grinning. “You two are unhinged. Fine, I’m in.” He typed slowly, muttering. “Geet, you’re killing us. Maan’s out here acting like you hung the moon, and you didn’t even drop a hint? What’s the deal? Is he sneaking you samosas or reciting Shakespeare? We need to know.” He hit send, then leaned back. “Now we wait.”

Kavya crossed her arms, smug. “She’s gonna blush so hard, that neck brace will pop off.”

They all burst into laughter, the kind that echoed down the hallway, drawing a curious glance from an intern passing by with a stack of files.

+++

Setting: Private Room 407, Early Evening. The room glows in the amber wash of the sunset, filtered through the window blinds. Maan has just arrived, shedding his coat on the armchair beside her cot. Geet, propped against pillows, looks tired but better—her hair loosely braided, IV drip still in place. Her phone lies on the side table, buzzing like an over-caffeinated mosquito.

Maan walks in, a coffee in one hand, a plastic-wrapped packet of grapes in the other, and the weight of the world tucked somewhere under his nonchalant expression.

Maan: (dry)
“I survived another day of pretending to be a functional CEO. Nobody died. Which is disappointing.”

Geet lifts a brow, her lips twitching.

Geet:
“That bad?”

Maan: (sitting down, crossing his legs)
“Raj nearly submitted a deck with Comic Sans. Kavya tried to explain ‘synergy’ to me using dance metaphors. Nisha proposed we do a team-building pottery class.”
(beat)
“If I wasn’t already dead inside, I’d be now.”

Geet chuckles softly.
Geet:
“You were always dead inside. Just better dressed.”

Maan: (mock offended)
“I resent that.

She laughs properly this time, and it’s the first real laugh since the accident. Maan freezes—just for a second—like he wants to frame the sound.

Then—

Her phone buzzes again. Loud. Urgent. Persistent. For the fifteenth time in the last hour.

Geet:
“Ugh, just read it aloud. I can’t lift my arms without unhooking myself from some tube. Probably ‘Get well’ texts.”

Maan: (already reaching)
“Glad to be your personal butler now. Should I also file your taxes?”

He picks up the phone, taps open the lock screen. The screen explodes with a cascade of messages—a group chat titled: “Kyunki Gossip Kabhi Office Thi”. From: Kavya. Raj. Nisha.

He reads the first message aloud, unthinking:

Kavya:
CHUPPI RUSTAM!!! You DID IT with the BOSS?! You sneaky minx!!

Maan pauses.

A blink.

His voice drops an octave, guarded.

Nisha:
Okay but seriously—was this why he made you stay late that night? Naughty girl… 👀
The spreadsheet wasn’t the only thing getting formatted, huh?

Maan's ears turn crimson. His lips clamp shut mid-line.

Geet: (frowning)
“What? Why did you stop? What are they saying?”

Maan:
“Nothing. It’s... work-related. I think.”

Geet:
“That didn’t sound work-related. Read it.”

Maan: (stiff)
“I’d really rather not.”

Geet: (narrowing her eyes)
“Maan.”

Maan: (stammering slightly, trying to change the subject)
“One of them thinks your hair has magical seduction powers and claims you bewitched me with them”

Geet:
“…that’s flattering. And completely false.”

Maan: (muttering)
“Tell that to Raj. He’s asking if you’re some undercover siren.”

Geet: (sputtering)
“What?!”

Maan:
“And apparently Nisha had a dream where you and I made out in the server room and she walked in holding gulab jamuns.”

He drops the phone like it burned him.

Geet: (eyes wide)
“What?!”

Maan: (rubbing his temple)
“I should’ve let you read these. I need bleach for my brain.”

Geet is half-horrified, half-laughing, face red from amusement and secondhand embarrassment. Her chest rises and falls with shallow giggles.

Geet:
“Okay, give it. I need to see what nonsense they’ve conjured.”

Maan: (grabbing the phone and holding it out of her reach)
“Nope. Doctor’s orders. You’re not supposed to get emotionally overstimulated. And this—”
(gestures to the phone)
“—is a goddamn novella of erotic fanfiction starring... unfortunately, us.”

Geet:
“Well, at least you’re finally a hero in some fantasy.”

Maan: (deadpan)
“I was perfectly fine being a villain. Heroes get dragged into pottery classes.”

That earns a breathy chuckle from her—but then, silence follows.
Heavy, knowing.

The sun outside shifts lower, casting burnt gold across the windowpane. Inside, the hospital room seems smaller somehow. Quieter. More private than it should be.

Geet shifts slightly on the bed, then stills.

She’s only just realizing it—what those texts implied. The gulab jamun dream, the server room tryst, the staying-late insinuations. And here he is. Sitting beside her. Real. Watching her.

And she’s wearing a dull blue hospital gown, hair barely brushed, skin blotchy from meds.

But suddenly, it’s all she can feel—her friends’ words replaying in her mind, layered over the memory of his lips on hers from nights past.

A blush creeps up her neck. It’s slow, crawling, rising like heat from a match.

Her voice, when it comes, is barely audible.

Geet:
“Oh god…”

Maan: (looking up)
“What?”

She covers her eyes with her uninjured hand.

Geet:
“They said that stuff and now you’re here… this is mortifying. I swear I didn’t know. I wouldn’t have asked you to read—”

Maan: (leaning back, trying to play it off, but ears still red)
“Trust me, it wasn’t any easier from this side. You think I want to picture myself groping you behind the server rack?”

Pause. Beat.

They both realize what he just said.

Geet’s hand drops from her face. Her eyes shoot to his.

Maan freezes.

His mouth opens like he might explain. Then closes again. He shifts in the chair, suddenly uncomfortable in his own skin, gaze dropping to the floor, then up again—but not quite meeting hers.

Maan: (mutters)
“That... came out wrong.”

Geet: (small, teasing)
“Did it?”

Another pause.

Now the silence isn’t awkward.

It’s thick.

The air between them stretches taut, like elastic pulled too far. Something buzzes underneath—want, awareness, restraint. She shifts under the covers, suddenly too warm.

He looks at her now, properly.

No jokes. No sarcasm.

Just... that quiet gaze. The one that always feels like he’s taking her apart without ever laying a finger.

Maan:
“Do you want me to leave?”

Her breath catches—because the way he asks isn’t cold. It’s protective. As if staying might mean crossing a line neither of them is ready for. As if leaving might mean he won’t come back.

She shakes her head slowly. Then speaks, equally quiet.

Geet:
“No. I want you to stay.”

He nods once. Doesn’t move.

But now, even the space between the chair and her bed feels intimate.

His voice is low. Rougher.
“Okay.”

She leans back into the pillows, heart thudding a little louder than before.

The room goes silent again—but this time, it’s not empty.

It’s electric.

Two people, pretending not to remember what it felt like when they kissed.
Pretending not to notice how close they still are.

And somewhere between the hum of the IV and the soft beeping machines, Maan presses his palm to his pants—discreetly, like he’s grounding himself. Like he’s trying to behave.

Because her lips are pink. And she smells like almond oil.

And despite everything—he’s still so goddamn in love with her.

Congratulations on your 50th Part

Part 50

Fantastic Update

Oh Kavya ,Nisha and Raj having a great time gossiping

and analyzing Maan and Geet's relation

oh that was absolutely fun.

The awkward moment between Maan and Geet also had an underlining

of shyness yet a need a subtle want from each other

Gossip between staff

Is amazing

Pr asa kuch nhi huya

Kash huya hota