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Originally posted by: Onir

I guessed so... Even I just remembered about it while I was reading your re-comments 😆

It was about a first name I would like as you already have a surname 😉

So I thought about it ... How does Chrysann or say Olianne sound???

Originally posted by: Susegad

Oh yeah!! Told you brain is...🤢

How could I forget such an important question

I like Chrysann. A 'CC' it is then. It's decided.😃

Hey this name has Spanish origins and so I think it will go perfectly with the 'C' last name.😉

And then she was finally born😆

Originally posted by: Onir

Challo ji mera bye for now... 😃

Cya soon. 😊

Originally posted by: divya22

hilarious part...

at 1st i really thought ki maan is going to libraray to study...bt how can v forget wo toh 'apne maan ka malik hai'

god geet is one of a kind...apne he duniya mai mast...

bichari librarian... i pity her...

geet kya sabko apna number deti rehti hai...

geet u hv already given ur no to him before...

she remembers hades but hades k papa ko bhul gayi...or i shuld say kabhi dhyan he nai diya...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHIKHA, A.K.A Maggie🤗

Chapter 5

Bowled Cafe was as usual, free of any customer traffic. The only people present were the spectators inside the flat screen TV screen, screaming at the sixer, Sehwag hit right out of the stadium. Maan rolled his eyes as the owner, Praneet, screamed like a girl at Sehwag's score.

"Praneet Da, what are you screaming about? This is probably the 20^th time you are replaying this match. How can you garner such enthusiasm for the same match again and again?

"Maan once you have been married, as many years, as I have been, enthusiasm for repetition is not an exception, but the rule. And this is my practicing ground. Enthusiastic repetition, while complementing my wife about her non-existent cooking skills, telling her time and again, that it's not her weight gain , but the stuck needle on the weighing machine that is showing that increased number. Saying, it's alright dear, every time she accidentally kicks me off the bed... shall I continue? You know your bhabhi's name is Aditti right? Have you ever wondered why it is spelt with a double T? Let me tell you buddy, the extra T' definitely stands for trouble.'

Maan grinned, even as he gave his boss a sympathetic look.

"Oh I know everything about troublesome women."

Praneet looked intrigued.

"Oh!! That sounds interesting. I thought you were the one who spelled trouble for women, but looks like the table have turned. Well spill it. Who's the girl?"

"No! No! No! Praneet Da!! She is...she is... Ahhh!!! She makes me want to pull my hair out by it's roots. She needs to be killed, revived and killed again. She...she.."

"...Is different from all the girls you've met so far right? Praneet completed for him.

"Oh she is different alright and how different." Maan shuddered as his eyes fell on the small flower vase on each of the caf table, with a beautiful rose sitting in them. He was never ever going to look at innocent flowers, the same way again.

His mind flashed back to the afternoon that the library fiasco had taken place.

After Geet had breezily walked out of the library doors, he'd raced over to the counter and snatched the offending piece of paper from Miss. Mariam's hand. He was not sure between the two of them, who'd been blushing more furiously. He had walked out without looking up at her, or checking out the Physiology-Anatomy book. She'd already seen the offending sketch and he did not want to put anymore weird ideas about himself in her head. Just as he'd stepped outside, he'd seen the orchestrator of all his misery, innocently bent over a row of sweet smelling, gardenia bushes. He had walked over to her and tapped her on her shoulder. She'd whirled around and before she could say a word, he'd slapped the offending piece of paper in her palm, while reciting the embarrassment she'd caused him in a loud voice.

She had looked at the paper, then at him and doubled over with laughter. When she had finally stopped hee- hawing like a hyena, she'd looked at him with a strange light in her eyes. He should have known that smelled trouble shouldn't he?

"Weeell, I can tell you can how to get back in Miss. Mariam's good books again." Geet had said innocently, while plucking a Gardenia from the bush and handing it over to him.

"Give her this flower and apologize to her."

He had warily taken the flower from her, warming up to the idea slowly and a slight smile had formed on his lips, at the thought of getting his exercise equipment, namely the fat books, back from Miss. Mariam.

Until, the Handa brat had gone ahead and destroyed his smile literally.

She had looked at the scrap of paper holding her esteemed diagram and then at the flower he was holding.

"Although, why should a diagram of an essential part of a human body cause such offense, I still do not understand. In fact, she should be more offended by the flower you are offering; now that's the real thing. Flowers are after all, the reproductive organs of a tree. "

He had looked at her in absolute, shocked silence for a moment, looked down at the flower in his hand, and flung it far away from his body, as if it were an exploding bomb. He had turned around and marched away from her, a red hue riding high on his cheekbones yet again, while her offensive laughter followed him even to his day.

He now glanced at Praneet, who was still looking at him expectantly.

"Never mind Praneet Da, it's not worth talking about her. By the way, thanks for offering me this job. You know that Hitler father of mine has cut me off at the knees, by taking away literally everything from me and please, don't say it is for my own good. I hate it when people patronize me. I know what I want to do and if the old man won't listen to me, too bad. I am not going to entertain his advice either."

Praneet who was related to the Khurana's on Maan's mother's side, looked at the young man before him with compassionate eyes. He understood the dilemma that Maan was facing.

Until three years ago, Maan had been an all-rounder sportsman. He loved all kinds of athletics, just as he'd also loved spy games as a child. He'd been unsure what he wanted to do with his future. One day he'd wanted to be a sophisticated dashing spy like James Bond and yet another time he'd been all set to follow Sachin Tendulkar's footsteps. Only one thing he'd been sure about was that he did not want anything to do with business. That had been the forte of his elder brother Sameer, whom he'd worshipped.

Sameer who was older than Maan by almost a decade and who had been the anchor of the Khurana industries. He had also been the lynchpin between Maan and their father. It was only through him that the younger Khurana son and the father had found common grounds to communicate, despite their vastly different personalities. But one day unexpectedly, life had happened to them and snatched Sameer away from them, in a freak terrorist attack inside a mall. He had gone in to buy new cricket equipment for his little brother and had not walked outside again. Maan had never touched a cricket bat since that day.

His father had forced him into business school despite his vehement protests and a new Maan had emerged that day. Gone forever, was the bright starry eyed kid, who worshipped his older brother and adored cricket. In his place was this cool, I don't give a damn about anything, flirting at the drop of a hat, persona. He had already failed twice in the first year and Praneet was sure it was just to provoke his father.

He looked at Maan now with a soft, sad smile. He wished he could help him in some way. Today for the first time, in three years he had seen a Maan so flustered, that he had been unable to form coherent sentences while telling him about some girl. Praneet hoped that this girl, whoever she was, brought much needed winds of change in Maan's life.

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Chapter 6

Originally posted by: COLOGY

waiting for Haides dewaani and dewaani's dewaana😆