~ABHI NAHIN AANA~ THREAD 6 - Page 27

Maan smiled as he put forward his questions on his career, his life, his family, his ventures and so on.

"sir... you had been spotted with a girl the other day... somewhere near Hyde Park. Would you like to tell us who is the lucky girl to have grabbed your attention?"

Nishant smiled but that made maan go stiff. He couldn't believe these people followed him up there. And another fear...did they even spot geet that night? If it was, then geet probably wasn't safe given her conditions! He had to do something to get out of this clean.

"sir...", nishant repeated, "who is the lucky girl?"

Maan knew he had to tackle this... and his clever mind did think up a quick solution, "I'd like my privacy Mr. Nishant. I wouldn't like to disclose my personal matters to the media.."

He deliberately made his tone a little ruder so that nishant backed off and he did. He knew well messing with maan khurana was not a good thought. he immediately had his guard on, "sure sir... sorry for interrupting."

"umm...", maan sighed mentally. He had to keep things under wraps for a while now. they talked about some general issues and nishant left with his job done. But its human tendency that you tend to get attracted to things you are forbidden. For maan it might have been a manageable situation but no one knew what the future held.

He got ready to leave for office when his eyes fell on his laptop. he realized his research was not complete! He had planned to meet her but given the conditions, he knew he wont be even able to talk to her for the next few days. Reasons--first the media being suspicious about the girl and other, he was going to sign a very important deal with one of the most reputed companies of the US and hence, will be under the scanner for the same. Anything he did would come up in media. As much as he hated to admit, he had to stay away from Geet for a while.

Geet closed the door as Sasha left for office. She was strictly instructed not to open the door for anyone until Sasha comes back and never go out alone. she somewhere realized her family must have been an important one and thats why they were trying so hard to keep away from the media. She closed the door properly and sat down on the couch, holding her notebook, thinking what to write.

"how was I? I want to know what I did...who I was... who is maan? Sasha says he loved me... then what about me? Do I love him? I don't even remember. All I remember is just that he cares a lot about me and I like it."

This was the first time she was confessing something. she hadn't seen him since last four days. She went back to her room, sat on the table and put on her headphones, her favourite pastime. She rested her head on the table and closed her eyes, enjoying the music.

She heard a very faint music around her...it was dark but it was warm. She liked the warmth. The music played and she tried to look around. There was no one but the music. She tried to focus on the lyrics itself but even that sounded unclear. She tried to look around for any sign and there was nothing. Suddenly, the music stopped and a velvety baritone echoed in her ears, "Geet...jaan..."

Ohh she could very well relate to that tone of his... maan! He was somewhere around. She looked around, calling out to him, "maan... aap kahan ho?"

[maan where are you?]

"jaan... you are just mine... sirf meri ho...samjhi tum.."

[just mine.. do you get it...]

She smiled feeling so warm inside and his words just made her blush with the thought. she was his... only his! She didn't remember why she blushed.. but she felt nice. She felt wanted'... she felt loved'. She looked around and then ran following the voice. She was sure she would get to the end of it. but then suddenly the voice also seemed to get lost somewhere, leaving her all alone!

She woke up with a start, panting only to hear the clock striking noon. She had slept off, listening to songs. She sighed, switched off the music player and walked out towards the kitchen.. Sasha said she had kept something for lunch..and that she should not skip it. she looked around the counter but her mind and soul was lost in that dream. Why did she feel like that in her dream? She had no clue what she felt and why... but the one thing she could understand now was just maan and only maan. She was unaware of what that mere four lettered word was doing to her life.

She finished with her food and sat down to watch tv. She didn't have much to do either. She was glad that she hasn't been facing much troubles for a few days. She browsed through the channels not finding anything suitable when one news channel caught her attention. It was something about maan and his interview was being aired. She, for some reasons didn't feel like changing the channel and kept on watching that footage. It was something about some deal and the video was recorded the previous night. she couldn't help herself but sigh as he spoke about his work...his business paertners and the deal.. and everytime he raised his brows to a question, she'd just go "ahh..".

This was something so new to her...feeling something like this for a man... an emotion so alien to her... to the Geet handa in her! she felt quite conscious realizing what all she has been feeling. She looked around and sighed... she was alone in the house. pheww... seriously...what was so wrong with her? she knows he loves her..thats fine but why is she feeling so? There were so many questions in her mind and there were no answers. But even in that, she just couldn't avert her gaze from his face...which was a close shot. His sharp jaw line and that pointed nose did take away her attention. And for the first time, she actually saw him...in real sense. He was very good looking...she had to admit and his voice echoed in her ears from her dream, "you are just mine..."

She fell back on the couch not knowing what was wrong with her. call it her dream or the fact that Sasha had told about him, that feeling seemed to hit her with double the force. She suddenly recalled he had given her his number. She hadn't seen him for the past few days and those images of him seemed to stir something within her. as a reflex, she just took out her phone and pressed the call button right next to his contact details.

Maan was just out of the meeting when his cell buzzed with an unknown number. He was a little tired but thankfully the meeting ended a little before time. He could just get back to his office for a while. he wondered if he had seen this number earlier and took it thinking it to be someone from office.

"Hello? Whos this?"

She stilled hearing his voice...so deep and husky just like her dream which seemed to haunt her yet again. she breathed in heavily not knowing what to say...because first, she didn't know why she called him and secondly, if she did, there was nothing she could speak to him, especially after hearing that voice that had made her blush in her dreams. His images kept flashing on the tv screen as she just gaped at him, speechless.

Maan sighed...blank calls!!

"hello?? Speak up whoever is there...", he was really tired and this silence was irritating.

When he didn't get a reply even after waiting for a few seconds, he got even more irritated.

"if you wanna speak..just spit it out...else am Hanging up..."

"No...", she blurted and stopped, realizing what she did. Gosh...what was she even thinking? What will he think of her? and to add to her miseries, she didn't know why she called him.

How could he not recognise her voice? His love...his jaan was there on the other side... and just the fact that she had called him almost made him forget all his tiredness.

"jaan...", he called out to her lovingly.

Ohh she was feeling that same thing again!! this was wiered..she had hardly known him for a month or even less and here she is feeling stuffs that she had never felt before or with anyone. Not knowing what to do next, she immediately disconnected the phone and kept it away from herself. She switched off the tv and cuddled up on her couch. What the hell was she doing? She probably doesn't remember a thing about him and now all this... this was so wrong on her part. She shouldn't be feeling all this!!

It was hardly 15 mintues to that call when the doorbell came alive with that melodious chime breaking her reverie. She checked the time... which of course her brain didn't allow to formulate and hence looked out of the window. She could only count the number of bells that rang in the clock every one hour. Rest, she didn't even know how to read time. The day was bright and she wondered why Sasha came back this early today! She wasn't supposed to open door but then that never ending chime made her feel that it might indeed be Sasha calling her open the door. She walked slowly towards the door and clicked it open ever so softly, with a smile on her face.

"welcome back sha..."

She ate her words as she saw him' standing right in front of her, totally in formals and looking at her ever so lovingly. She stood numb... it wasn't even long since she had called him and here he was...right in front of her the next minute! She stood by the door, motionless...unable to understand what was actually going on.

He waited for her to speak something but she seemed to lost to even register anything. He smiled and invited himself in and stopped beside her.

"kya hua?"

[what happened?]

She shook her head coming back to reality...gosh wasn't he the one whom she was ogling upon just a few minutes back? His gaze...ufff...she felt her cheeks burn just with that. those were so unfamiliar to her yet so familiar!!!

"ji...kuch nahin...a...aap yahan?". She asked meekly, as he walked over and slumped over the couch.

[n...nothing...you here?]

he anyways was dying to see her and not seeing her for the past few days because of the media was more than hell. and that call was that much needed catalyst to make him forget every damn thing in this whole world and just go running to her. he smiled at himself and replied, "hmm... tumne hi mujhe phone kiya tha right?"

[hmm... you only called me right?]

Ohh she had no idea what to say now. he noticed her hesitation and grinned, feeling amused at her actions. She just stood quietly dipping her head, totally out of words. A few seconds passed in silence and he just couldn't stop smiling. Not wanting to make her feel more conscious, he broke the calmness, "tumne lunch kar liya?"

[you had lunch?]

"umm..", she nodded like an obedient kid.

"and what did you have??"

"porridge...", she replied.

He sighed and felt is tummy rumble. Boy he didn't even have his lunch yet! He looked around, "wheres Sasha?"

"office..."

Gosh her monosyllables!!! He sighed, took off his coat and watch and folded his sleeves up. She wondered what he was up to. Being with him alone like this was something like an adventure it seemed now, especially with her heightened emotions lately. She watched him walk towards the kitchen and look out for some pan or something. she ran after him, "ye...ye...ye aap kya kar rahe hain?"

[wh...wh...what are you doing?]

He seemed to be busy in his own world and didn't even hear her. he looked into the shelves trying to find something. she just followed him wherever she could. When he didn't reply, she just called him again, "maan... ye aap kya kar rahe hain?"

[maan...what are you doing?]

She was a little firm in her tone and his name on her lips... ufff...only if she knew what went through him in that trifle... he had so much been craving to hear that.. only if she could realize... but he had to hold himself back for he didn't want to trouble her already troubled self. He breathed in sharply and turned towards her with his hands crossed over his chest, "kya hain?"

[what is it?]

She looked quite perplexed with his tone..still she managed to voice out, meekly, "what are you doing?"

He rolled his eyes, "am cooking Geet...am hungry!!"

"ohh...", she nodded in understanding..of course it was still afternoon she guessed and chided herself for not even asking him anything. That she knew was bad manners. And here he was working in her house!! she felt bad when she saw him chop the carrots to cook noodles. He was chopping them so effortlessly...she was amazed but then her conscience didn't let her enjoy the moment. She immediately took a step ahead and held his hand that held the knife, "nahi...let me do it..."

She was feeling really bad that he came all the way to see her and she didn't even greet him properly. A part of her was somewhere glad that he was here. But that mere touch just made both of them stand still. Their eyes locked for a moment... and she felt something in those chocolate eyes... more than just care.. more than anything and whatever she was feeling...

How he wished he could just embrace her once without any hesitation but he knew it was not the right time. He shook his head a bit and looked at her lovingly, "Geet..."

She didn't reply. She seemed quite lost. He called her again, "jaan..."

"oh...uh..yes...", she seemed startled a bit. But that "thing" she saw in his eyes was something she had never seen before.

He pulled away his hand from her, "here...let me do it."

"ohh no...i..."

"shhh...", he pressed his finger right on her lips, silencing her... actually making it difficult for both of them to let go of each other...though for different emotions they had in their hearts. She looked at him, fluttering her lashes, questioning him ever so sweetly. He couldn't stop that smile from escaping his lips, "you don't cook!!! So let me...i am maing enough for both of us.."

It was then it struck her that she actually didn't know how to cook. He seemed to know her more than herself... what she needed..what she knew...what not...she felt his finger sliping away from her lips and getting back to work. She stood there quietly, looking at him work.

"how... did you know...i...", she finally asked her until she couldn't resist.

He smiled, as he sauteed the veggies, "I have known you for so long.. of course I'd know... now stop worrying and sit. It will be ready in a few minutes."

She sighed in relief... she was slowly getting comfortable with him perhaps. Wow...she didn't know how to cook and he being a man could cook so effortlessly. That was so damn amusing for her.

"umm... if you don't mind... can I watch...?"

He smiled, "yes of course you can."

She just watched him drain the noodles and add the veggies to it..and then the herbs and spices...he actually was a good cook it seemed. And in the next five minutes, the whole area was filled with the yummy aroma of spices and herbs... making her mouth water. He served them in two plates and walked towards the couch, "come on... lets eat.."

"I will get the water jug..."

He walked ahead with the plates while she grabbed the jug and walked behind him. she had been too happy perhaps... of course she was...one because maan was here to see her and second was she hadn't been facing any problems lately. But they say that happiness is short lived and indeed it is. She felt her legs go stiff all of a sudden. Her eyes widened in shock and fear..not this!! Not when she was starting to enjoy her life. but her legs betrayed her.

"maan..."

He stopped hearing her scream and the next moment he heard crashing sound, scaring the hell out of him. his time stopped right them. he kept the plates on the table and rushed towards her. she was lying on the floor with pieces of glass scattered all over. She had minor cuts on her hands and she wasn't able to move. Ohh gosh... he just picked her up In his arms and immediately pulled her away from the shards. She had her eyes closed and a bump formed on her forehead. He placed her on the couch and patted her cheeks, "Geet...geet...wake up... are you okay?? Jaan..."

He was so scared... his jaan should be alright. He massaged her palms, "Geet...open your eyes...geet.."

She stirred a bit and slowly opened her eyes only to see him right in front of her. she was so scared that she had closed her eyes tightly. Tears clouded her eyes and so did his.

He was so glad that she didn't faint. She was okay... relief coursed through his body as he hugged her tightly, "thank god you are okay... I was so scared..."

But this was probably a blow to her. she was so happy... and now this... her legs were still not moving. Tears didn't seem to stop as she burst out crying in his arms. He was surprised to see her cry this badly. He cupped her cheeks and wiped her tears with his thumb, "shh...shhh... its okay baby... kuch nahin hua hain tumhe...kuch nahi hua..."

[nothing has happened to you... nothing...]

She hid her face in his chest and sobbed, "I... i.. don't want this...i don't..."

He gulped down that lump in his throat with much difficulty and softly caressed her head, "you are fine... thats what matters. And about the fall... its okay. Doctor told na it will take some time... please jaan..don't cry. It will be alright soon..."

She didn't even leave him. she clutched his shirt tightly and sobbed. Every time she thinks its gone... something would happen and remind her of her problems. And on top of that she doesn't remember a thing! How worse could it get! And even with so many things, what she didn't realize that she found her place of comfort. He held her till she calmed down. He was hurt too...seeing her like this... but then seeing her break down, he knew he couldn't. He wiped her face with his hankie and made her recline on the couch.

"chalo.. eat this... uske baad we are going out."

She was still sobbing, "ou..out?"

He plastered a smile on his face, "yep... we will go out to have ice-cream."

She suddenly seemed so heartbroken that he felt he'd cry right there, "kya hua Geet?"

[what happened Geet?]

"I can't walk... and...sob..and Sasha..."

"shh... tum Sasha ki chinta mat karo. I will deal with her. aur rahi baat humare jaane ki.. I think I have a better idea. So stop worrying and eat..warna thanda ho jayega.."

[shh... you don't worry about Sasha. I will deal with her. and as far as we are concerned, I think I have a better idea. So stop worrying and eat or else it will get cold..]

She didn't have it in her to think further. she was way to upset with this happening again. she just ate a little of it and kept the rest away. She was in no mood to do anything. He realized that and finished his food. She needed some time to deal with it. he wiped her mouth and set knelt in front of her, "chalein?"

She didn't even reply and just kept looking down. He caressed head and tucked in a strand of hair behind her ear, "Geet...its okay. It will be alright. Come on... lets go..."

She knew her legs wouldn't move..so there was no point in actually planning anything. It was her fate... she was totally heart broken... but she was surprised when he lifted her up in his arms and walked out. She had never thought something like this... and probably her heart realized the extent to which he cared for her. he looked straight as he carried her towards the door...and she just couldn't tear her gaze away from this man who had held her enchanted like this!!!

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