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Originally posted by: kavya.sravya

geet wants to paint the bike...and wouldn't mind painting maan too...if he keeps his helmet on...!! is anything more insulting to such a woman charmer...!! and what a weird place to tatoo...kuch tho reason hoga...

Originally posted by: sanghita0000

hi , I am Sanghita Dey . I have read parts of "In the eyes of the beholder" ... ...it is awesome ...plz pm me from now onwards this story also along with others...I will love to comment...waiting for ur response... 😃

Originally posted by: crazydream

Wow new ss.
It's very confusing though. Both two parts are opposite. I think first one is present n 2nd chapter is past..

Maan n Geet meet at cafe. Maan kissed her!!! So openly.

Geet fida on Maan bike. This hit Maan ego. How she niharofying his bike. That part was hilarious.

Continue soon. Warna I will go mad thinking abt it.

Originally posted by: gurti30

beautiful story

loed the crazy geet and poor maan geet didnt even noticed him and praised his bike😆

and maan kissed her confessed and then left just like that but isnt geet married

Originally posted by: CutieTeju

Geet was drooling over Maan's bike.. n poor him.. he was thinking she was praising him..🤣 She would draw painting of bike with it's rider putting helmet on him...😆 gosh high class insult of maan..

In The Eyes Of The Beholder

Chapter 3

The second time he met her, she poured hot tea all over him.

'Bowled Cafe' was his favorite place to hang out just by himself. It was the one place where he did not have to pull on a facade and pretend to be perfect. The decor was cricket themed and he felt extremely comfortable inside it. The TV in the background was always running some cricket match or other. It was a hole in the wall kind of place and not many people knew about it. The servers were all guys and each one usually wore a jersey T- Shirt with a cricketer's number printed on the back.

He'd just entered the cafe and was pocketing his bike keys, while looking down, when something crashed into him and he felt a hot burning sensation on his stomach. He gasped, jerked away and hastily pulled his soaked T-shirt away from his burning skin. He raised it up all the way to his chest and that was when he heard a vaguely familiar voice.

"Oh My God!! I am so sorry!! Are you ok? Geet are you blind? Can't you see where you are going? Poor fellow you burnt him with tea...oooh wow!! Such perfect Rectus Abdominis. Would you like to pose for our figure painting class? I am sure everybody would love to draw such perfect six- packs. They are beautiful."

No!! Please God No!!

He was already shaking his head in denial, while he slowly raised his eyes to the person who'd poured the tea on him and was admiring his Rectus Abdominis a.k.a his six pack.

Shit!! Why am I not surprised?

She was staring at his abs intensely, in awe. He hastily pulled his T-Shirt down. Well, that was a first for him; pulling his clothes down to cover his body instead of the other way round. He should be thankful that she was at least admiring his body this time. Instead he felt like a bug caught under microscopic crosshairs.

He took his forefinger and pushed it against her forehead right between the two fat caterpillars that were posing as her eyebrows.

"You. Stay. Away. From. Me. And. My. Bike."

"Your bike?"

She seemed genuinely confused and was still trying to dig a hole through his T-shirt with the lazer beams of her eyes.

SHE HAD FORGOTTEN WHO HE WAS? He felt like he was trapped in an eerie time loop with their first meeting repeating all over again.

"Remember the Harley? My bike?" He ground out through gritted teeth.

"Oh my God you are Hades's papa. How perfect"

His eyes widened in amazement. He'd been called many things in his lifetime, but he'd never been named the father of anything, let alone a mechanical machine.

She was still rambling on.

"Well, then how about posing on Hades with your T-shirt off. I am sure everybody in my class would love that."

"NO! NO! NO! You..you..you just stay away from me."

"Aww!! But why? I really would like to paint you and Hades. Oh alright then. Just a moment."

She dug through the huge bag on her shoulders and brought out a small bottle and handed it to him.

"This is lavender oil. I use it on my hands to get rid of paint smell. It is supposed to be a soothing relief for burns too. Please use it."

He took it from her reluctantly and started walking away.

"Just one more moment please."

He turned back warily only to see her head once again buried in her bag. She was muttering something under her breath about paper.

"Ah!! Never mind. I can't find any. I'm running late for my class. Please excuse me, Hades's papa. This is just in case you change your mind and start looking for me."

With that she walked over to him, quickly lifted his T-shirt scribbled something on his stomach and walked away.

He was still reeling from the shock and by the time he came back to his senses, she'd already disappeared out the door.

He lifted his T-shirt slowly and started boiling in rage.

She'd written her name and number on his abdomen with a marker.

Geet Handa.

Ph No: 1234567890

He was going to kill her the next time he saw her.

After that he saw her around the campus a few times. She was always by herself, head bent down and lost in her own world. She never looked at him or acknowledged him in any way. He too made sure to give the crazy woman a wide berth.

He was just returning from a brain numbing lecture on Behavioral Theory in Management that had put him in nod land. He woke up just as the class got over and walked out towards the parking lot, only to find Geet Handa bent over his bike. His eyes narrowed suspiciously and he quickened his steps towards her. He was really going to kill her if she'd done anything to his bike.

She was in desperate need of a class called Proper Human Behavior Management class.

Just as he reached her, she turned around and literally plowed into him. He thought he saw a glimpse of tears in her eyes.

"You..." He began.

Before he could say anything more, she backed away and burst into tears.

"I am sorry. I didn't see you there. It's just that I had to part with it, when I so desperately wanted to keep it. But since Hades's Papa didn't want me to paint him, how could I keep it, even if it is the best thing I have ever done. He will kill me for sure if he knows what I have done."

She gave another loud wail and walked away.

She had floored him once again. Not only had she not recognized him, she'd confessed her crime, whatever it was, to a person, she though was a stranger and walked away yet again, leaving him rooted to the spot. He was pulled between chasing her to demand what her crime was and checking on the bike for himself.

The bike won and he hastily stepped towards it, only to see some kind of tube hanging off the bar handles. He checked the whole bike for any signs of vandalism, but seeing none, he reached for the tube. He opened it warily, sure the contents inside were going to explode in his face. He spread it open and gasped.

It was a painting of his bike and it was so evocative, it looked ready to jump off the canvas and ride off into the blazing sunset. It set his heart pounding and adjectives like magnificent, alluring, dazzling, radiant, stunning, started crowding his mind as he struggled to find the perfect word suitable for the wondrous marvel before him. He sighed a deep sigh of satisfaction and began rolling the painting up once again. He returned it to the tube and slung it across his back. Just then he saw a piece of paper that had perhaps fallen out of the rolled canvas. He picked it up and began reading.

To Hades's Papa.

I think I am in love. I've had so many sleepless nights dreaming about Hades and finally when I could bear this pain no longer, I committed the sin of capturing him on my canvas. I know I've been disobedient, when you expressly warned me against having anything to do with Hades. But he is so beautiful that I just could not help myself.

It pains me extremely to part with this painted image of Hades. It is my best work so far, but I would not feel right in keeping it with me since you did not agree to this. I hope you don't mind too much, as I am returning everything back to you.

Do enjoy the painting and please take care of Hades.

With abject apology,

Geet.

It was the most unique love letter he had ever received and it was not even meant for him. He felt like an outdated villainous father hell bent on separating two love birds. Suddenly his lips stretched into a grin and before he knew it, he was laughing hysterically.

A person who could paint so beautifully, couldn't be all that bad he thought.

Sorry Geet, but I'm keeping this painting.

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Chapter 4

can i say this is freaking awesome...completely unique and blew my senses, if there is any after laughing maniacally like a hyena..
she is crazy...and cant help feeling * how cute she is, let me pull her cheeks and give lots of muahs to her...she is just irresistibly cute and adorable...lets see what is planned for their next encounter😉😆

omg omg Mindblowing 2 chapters yar muahhh:)

Don't tell me Geet is married to Hades and Maan is her sasurji. 🤣🤣🤣

Geet is a specimen. itna crazy to mera bhai bhi nahi h. he is crazy abt bikes but not this much.

"He felt like an outdated villainous father hell bent on separating two love birds"🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Hilarious update Nisha di.

The love latter for hades ...omg...that was so hilariously cutr... 😆
geet is such a unique piece. ..