Mg SS- It Takes Two...THREAD #2 - Page 71

He couldn't sleep that night either. He walked to her room and watched her sleep peacefully. The curtains were pulled apart. The moonlight from the glass wall fell on her face making her look all the more prettier. He leaned forward and placed a peck on her lips, "sleep well love...", he whispered against her lips and walked away, closing the door.

The next morning, maan and Geet went to drop annie and dadim at the airport. Geet was all the while talking to annie, asking them if they had packed everything properly, if dadima had taken medicines properly or not. Maan noticed her quietly from the rear view mirror of his sedan, totally thrilled and scared at the same time to be alone with her and talk to her.

At the time of departure, he noticed her getting senti, actually sniffing. Annie hugged her, "come on bhabhi.. stop those tears. I will be back soon..."

Geet made a face at the word bhabhi' and annie grinned. Dadima blessed her, "I am sure you will be fine Geet. and I will be happy with whatever you decide."

They left while she stood watching them with teary eyes. As much as he didn't like seeing tears in her eyes, he couldn't stop awing at her cuteness. Ohh my she just made him laugh as she wiped her nose with the tissue while they were getting back. He just couldn't wait to talk to her apologise and make everything okay... if needed beg for forgiveness as well. as they reached their home, it suddenly dawned upon them that they would be entering the house for the first time as husband and wife. It gave her goosebumps as they both stepped in together, side by side! How hard she tried to notice but she just hated herself for not doing so. She was hurt and she had angry at him. he looked at her meaningfully, he had noticed it as well. she just ignored and went straight to her room. He brushed his hair back...she was very very mad indeed. His phone buzzed and he got to his room to get the file. He walked out, still on call, wearing his coat when he saw her packing her books in the bag.

She was about to leave for college when her eyes fell on him, speaking on phone and adjusting his cufflinks. He gestured her to wait for a while as he finished with the call.

"wait...i am also leaving. I will drop you..."

"ji..nahi thank you. Mein subway se chali jaungi.."

His phone buzzed before he could say anything. He sighed, taking the call, "my office is that way... just wait for 5 minutes."

She sighed not at all understanding him. since when did he become this caring? Ohh well he was.. to Geet of course. She rolled her eyes and waited for him. he came out with some files and gestured her to move. The lift to the ground floor was awkwardly quiet as he tapped away something on his phone. She noticed, for the first time, that he was quiet busy a person. Even while he drive, he had continuous calls and he kept on talking over the bluetooth. He stopped by her college still on call, while she walked out.

"suno...", he called her, putting his call on hold.

She was surprised that he actually did that. she turned around, "ji..."

He had put on his glasses and flashed his oh-so-sexy smile of his, "call me if you need anything... like anything at all okay. Your neck wound has still not dried completely. Be careful.."

He drove away and she just shook her head walked off. It was all so weird"him doing all these stuffs for her! she just shrugged it off and got to her class. Later in the evening, she finished up with her spoken English classes when Aryan caught up with her. she felt a relief after such a tiring day.

She had met Aryan Sharma in her spoken English classes. He was working in some reputed firm here and was a part time teacher in this institute. Her first class was with him and they really clicked well. Aryan was more like a friend to everyone rather than a teacher. He even insisted on calling him by his name instead of sir or anything else. And in no time he had become good friends with Geet. he'd drop by to see her when he wasn't teaching and they'd have great fun together, having snacks in some cafe or just chatting. He was smart, he was intelligent and he was fun loving. He gave space to her thoughts and thats what she liked the most about him.

okie..aryan's face credit goes to hinal

@hinal- le tera aryan and leave maan to us😉

"how was your day?", he asked flashing his charming smile, "lets go for a coffee...am too tired today."

Geet smiled and smacked his arm playfully, "stop stressing. My day was good. but I guess I need to hurry home today Aryan. May be some other day."

"ouch...that hurt!", he faked a cry, "tum humesha itni jaldi mein kyun rehti ho?"

"kahan jaldi... its already 6. I have to hurry...", she spoke as she packed her bag.

"alright. I have to rush to the airport today. Mom is dropping by.."

Geet walked out carrying her bag, "then you should hurry Aryan. Its good that she is here. Gosh, I miss my family.."

She bid him goodbye and rushed towards the overly packed subway. He watched her vanish into the crowd. My goodness, she was one of a kind. He had liked her from day 1 and seemed to like her even more now. she was so scared on her first day, he remembered and it took him like 3 days to make her feel confident and speak out. She was pretty she was smart and she was a quick learner as well. in his 26 years of life, never had he felt something like for a girl and he knew it was more than just liking.

She reached home and found the door locked. Surely he wasn't back. She went in and freshened up. It was so awkward to be all alone with him. she got to the kitchen and stood there for a while thinking what to make. All these days, she made whatever annie or dadima liked and he seemed to be okay with them. a part of her was so excited to cook for him...wait for him like she had always imagined but the other part seemed to accuse him for leaving her like this, disrespecting their relationship. She was unsure what to make. After pondering for a while, she settled with simple rajma-chawal and vegetable soup. She put lined up her favourite songs in her phone playlist and indulged herself in the work.

She never realized, in her work that he was back, and looking at her ever so lovingly. He has to talk to her. he loved her...and knowing she was just his, he couldn't wait to lessen this distance between them... at least a bit that she opened her heart to him. his tiredness was long gone, as he put off his coat on the couch and walked towards her, unbuttoning his sleeves. She was trying to get something from the upper shelf but couldn't reach. She tiptoed and stretched herself.

She gasped, feeling his arm, slide over hers and get the rajma jar from there. his scent engulfed her and she knew he was right behind her, very very close to her. his breath fell on her head, making her shiver. Ohh how she wished it was not true. She trembled as his stubble brushed across her cheek as he put the jar on the counter. she tried to quickly move away from his towering self when his hand snaked her waist, pinning her to the counter and turned her to face him. her heart notched up beats as though it was running a marathon. His scent was indeed intoxicating and addictive.

"Geet...", his husky voice, "look at me..."

Ohh he was standing so close to her, my goodness she could feel his body, hard and strong pressed to hers as his hand held her waist. She looked down, not wanting to lose her mind and again get hurt in the process. She didn't even dare to look up and face him. she tried to slip away sleekly, when he pulled her strongly and pinned her to the counter, "stop running from me..."

She didn't even look into his eyes, "mujhe khana banana hain...", and tried to move. He held her firm, "we need to talk Geet... listen to me."

His voice was stern, like he meant it but she didn't have it in her now. she tried to pry his hands off her waist, which now gave her so many unwanted feelings, "jaane dijiye mujhe please..."

He sighed with her constant running away and dragged her to the living room. His hold hurt her. she wasn't sure what was in his mind but his tight hurting hold scared her, "maan... ahh..suniye.."

He pushed her on the couch, she fell on It with a thump, scared at what he might do next. She somehow sat up on the couch, scared and unsure about what he wanted. To her utter surprise, he knelt in front of her and held her hands, "Geet... please listen to me for once..."

His voice had so much sincerity...he was not mad. He was polite that she looked at him all confused.

He didn't know how to begin but he had to make things clear. He placed her hands on his heart and looked at her lovingly, "am sorry... I know I was such a jerk.. I know I hurt you immensely but Geet I mean it, am really ashamed of what I did! i...i..shouldn't have left that night..."

"but you did...", her broken voice reached his ears, making him even guiltier.

He dipped his head in shame, "yes I did and I am really ashamed of it. i...i was being selfish. Dadima never told me anything about the girl I was getting married to. Having been lived here all my life, I had high hopes... and..."

She jerked away her hands from his clutched and glared at him. her eyes spit fire, anger so markedly visible on her face, " mr. Maan Singh Khurana, it takes two for a relation like this to work. Humesha aap hi kyun... kyun sirf apne bare mein socha? Ek baar mere bare mein kyun nahi?"

He had no answer to her question. He saw that pain in her eyes and now in her voice. True, he never thought about her that night. had he, then situations wouldn't have been like that. they could have parted on good terms but now, parting away from her was like next to dying.

He stood up along with her and tried to hold her hand, "Geet... please. I know I was wrong.. I hurt you and trust me I would do anything to undo that. but please give me a chance darling.."

She looked at him coldly, "kyun?? Aapne mujhe ek mauka diya tha khud ko aur aapko samjhane ka? Tho mein kyun doon? Mein bhi selfish hoon.."

He dipped in head in shame...he just can't see her eyes filled with anger for him.

"Geet... I am really truly sorry. I love you...please..", he pleaded.

There was suddenly a silence in the room. He looked up to see tears rolling down her eyes.he just couldn't see her cry like this. He went ahead and cupped her face, "please... ek mauka...I love you.."

"no..you can't.. you don't love me...", she cried and her warm tears fell on his palm, making him wince at the sight.

"why? Kyun humesha aise bolti ho? I do Geet... I really do... you are my wife geet"

She closed her eyes crying and shook her head, "no... you don't. Aap kisi geet se pyaar karte hain, mujhse nahin.."

He was shocked to hear that coming from her lips. His heart ached seeing her crying so much. before he could do anything, she pushed his hands away and ran back to her, locking herself.

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