Part 19
Happy Birthday Mahi
She threw away the ballpoint, she was holding on the notebook on being fed up
by her studies. More than half of her syllabus was already well memorized to
her. To relax, she fell back on the bed for a moment "I need a strong cup
of coffee" mumbled and get up to get just that.
The clock was striking 11pm. The maids were already off to their quarters.
Silence was prevailing in the house. She stepped into the kitchen and took out
the things she required from the cupboards. She was now much familiar with this
house and the placement of things.
Geet just put up the water on stove to boil and turned to fridge for milk
carton when she heard "Maam" that made her jump. Geet turned to look
at the entrance to find a maid standing with an apologetic look. "You
scared me... ". A bit of milk was spilled from the opened carton. "Am
sorry Maam...Let me clean it" But Geet already plucked out a large portion
of kitchen tissues and put it on the milk to clean. "What are you doing
here?" She inquired with a raised brow after being done with cleaning.
"Maan Sir is working in his study and has instructed me to give him a cup
of coffee after every two hours. So I just came to make it" The maid
replied and came to her. "Arree...Maam you too needed Coffee...Let me make
it for you and Sir" But before Rupa, the maid could take the charge, Geet
stopped her. She liked to have her coffee her way. "No...You go to
sleep...I am already making coffee for myself...will make for him too..."
And just nodding in approval, Rupa left her alone.
Geet took a sigh and put her hands on the slab in front while remembering the
discussion she had with Annie in the evening. Annie had called her and forced
her, almost begged her to go along with Maan to the charity ball, Ishita has
invited for. Apparently, Mrs Bhalla had called Annie for invitation. "But Annie,
I don't have any appropriate dress to wear...On the card it's mentioned that we
have to wear a gown" She made a lame excuse. "OH Geet...You live in a
city, not a gaon haan...We do have malls and designers boutique... Beside, my
assistants are going to deliver Ishita Bhabhi's dress tomorrow...and
ummm...there is a dress that I think will look superb on you...I will instruct
them to deliver that to you tomorrow too..." Annie had the solution to it on
the tip of her lips. "But, Maan mightn't be free to go along". Geet
came up with another one. "Oh come on now...It's on Sunday...He won't have
any office work...Now stop making excuses and just be ready to attend the
event...Ishita Bhabhi is a really good friend of mine...I always attend this
charity ball... She will be greatly disappoint to know that if I couldn't
attend it due to my commitments, you both choose to not attend it...The
charity ball is for a very noble cause...Please yaar..." Annie blackmailed
her on an emotional level and Geet had to give in.
And then the image of that Siya leaning over Maan flashed in front of her eyes.
Somewhere the scene was making her mind go in all directions. More than the
audacity of that the girl, she was surprised on her own reactions to it.
Jealous?? Why she felt jealous of that girl. And then Maan's way of defending
her. He never shouted on a lady before. In the last two months, that's one
thing she so surly got to know about him. He was even so soft spoken with the
females...even maids. Never shouted on them even if they made a mistake. But he
did today and that too only for her. Surprisingly, she felt delighted. When was
the last time someone spoke up for her?
Shaking her head, she took out his cup of coffee and after adding a bit of
sugar and milk, took off the pot to pour it in a cup for herself. "Even
though Annie is assure...It's better if I ask Maan beforehand for the charity
ball" And with hesitant steps, she moved towards the study room.
Busy in making a presentation, Maan was taking out the data from the files and
typing them in to the presentation, he was making in his laptop. He was a
workaholic by nature. Taking a moment, he just leaned back on his office chair
and stretched his arms when he heard the knock. "Come in". He knew
the maid will be there with the coffee but what he next saw, happily surprised
him. Geet entered holding two cups of coffee in her hands. He was started for a
minute on seeing her up at such a night and more to find her in a loose t-shirt
with trousers. The night wear. She never wore them in his presence in last two
month and even if she does, she made sure never to come infront of him in that
state. "You are still up" He averted his eyes from her body and made
them fix on her face which was illuminating in the yellow light of the room.
Hell! She was a hell of a sexy woman. "Yeah...was studying for exams when
I just felt like to have some coffee...and then I found out that you had asked
Rupa to prepare coffee...so I made it for two of us...Are you busy?" She
eyed the papers scattered around on the table while moving close to it to put
the cup. Maan quickly put the papers away and made space for her to settle the
cup before replying "Not much...Half of the work was already done...And
the other half is about to end". Geet nodded. "Actually I need to
talk to you about something?" And instead of keeping on standing, she
settled herself on the chair opposite to him. Her legs curled up on it as she
made herself comfortable.
"Do you need something" He inquired with rose brows. Geet took a sip
of her coffee before replying. "Yeah...You know your neighbour...Mrs
Bhalla..." On Maan nod she continued. "She came today to invite Annie
for a Charity Ball but on not finding her, she invited me and...You" She
licked her dry lips. Maan kept silent, letting her go on and say something
more. "She told me that you do make a contribution to this charity but
never attended it in person...and then, she has taken a promise from me to get
you there... So will you be free this Sunday to come along?" She inquired
hesitantly, making sure with that huge amount of information that he has to
take this offer as a result of her Promise and not her WISH. Don't know why,
but deep inside, she hoped. She wanted him to say yes. She wanted him to
accompany her to the party.
Maan looked at her strangely. The girl who was even avoiding talking to him
more than needed was giving such an explanation. She mostly will reply to her
in smallest of every discussion possible. Yes. No. Are You Coming?. Let's Go
was few of her most used words in last two months. But something has changed.
He noticed her long, visibly smooth but shaking fingers tracing the handle of
the cup. Taking a sip of the coffee, he moved his eyes on her face. Her eyes
were down cast; her lips were bitten in a deep thought. God! How hard is it to
stay away from her? He felt terrible on his own state. He just wanted to round
up the table and kiss her hard right now, in order to quench his lifelong
thirst. He had been suffering for her right from the moment he got to realize
about his Love. But he has to hold back. His hold on the handle of his cup got
firm to keep his hands in position. How he will gain her trust if he will act
like some hormonal driven man.
His gaze was thoroughly felt by her. Something
weird was bubbling up in her body. She felt goose bumps and a slight raise in
her heart beat. She rubbed her hand on the neck and looked at everything else
that him.
At last, after enjoying her hesitancy, Maan had to avert his gaze as he knew,
it was making her nervous. She will probably like to avoid her later and that
will seriously hurt him. To turn the attention back to the topic, he cleared
his throat. "Hmm...I will be free on Sunday...What are the timings?"
"8pm..." She just mumbled. "Ok...I will be ready...hmmm...you
need to go out for shopping or something?" He asked with concern.
"No...Annie has already arranged for it". Her coffee had ended but
she still kept on sitting fidgeting with her fingers. "Maan...Can I ask
you something else?" She voiced out after sometime only to hear his
"hmm.." as his lips were against the cup. "Why we got
married..." And to him, it seemed that hot coffee just burned his throat
but not bothering to look at his face, she continued with the gathered
confidence. "What was the real reason? One thing I know that it wasn't
only to save Mom's company? What was it then..." Maan took a deep sigh. He
feared to let go of his emotions, he has been silently schooling in his heart
from years now. They were too raw, passionate and strong that he was afraid; Geet
might run away with their exposure just yet. He put the cup away and got up.
The eye contact wasn't broken yet. He gave her a look so fierce and strong that
she felt, she might get melted away by its heat. "Geet...I...I can say
many things...I can explain it in detail...But I don't want to say something
now, You aren't ready to hear" And those words rose up her heart beat but
it was she who started this conversation for the first time, she was determined
to not lose her thread right now. "Why is it so? Why you assume that the
things you might say will not be taken up well by me...God damn Maan...I am a
woman of 25 years...I am no longer a 14 year old Geet". And those words
seem to burn a fire in his eyes. "Who better than me know that you are no
longer a girl of 14 years... You are a woman...A beautiful one indeed..."
And his eyes conveyed the rest of his words through their smouldering look. Geet
looked away not bearing the passion they depicted and got up the next instant.
"I...I think I should leave now..." And her stammering words refused
to help her forward as she quickly turned around and left the study with
hurried steps.
Maan realized that he has scared her. But if she is just so terrified with a
glimpse of his emotions, what will happen when he will actually explain. A slow
smile spread on his lips as he ran his fingers through his hairs feeling
crazily in love. This woman can make him insane. Over the years, she has turned
into this fire brand that can make him twist on his toes with her one glance.
For world, she was a mere another woman. For him, this woman is his world.
"God! What will happen to us." He thought and fell back into the
chair.
On the other hand, Geet only stopped after she reached her room. She bolted the
door and stood against it, in order to calm down her fast beating heart. Guess,
asking him was not a solution. Instead of getting over her emotional
disturbance, she was feeling more and more troubled by it. Did he mean that 'L'
word? She feared and kept a hand on chest. Not to mention, she couldn't sleep
well that night.
Next morning, Geet avoided Maan as he expected and in order to not make it more
embarrassing for her, he kept himself away. The breakfast was done separately
by both followed by a silent ride to the office. During their Teaching Class,
as Maan had named it, he kept his eyes away from her and kept them focused on
the paper pad, on which he was explaining her things. But she observed him from
under her lashes and was feeling all the more confused and bothered. What was
he hiding?
Hours later, she was blankly looking at the desktop screen. Maan had told her
about balance sheets today and gave her the last month balance sheet of his
company for study. But all that he seemed to work so hard on in the morning was
turning out to be a complete waste. Geet was not in business, leave aside the
calculations. She wasn't interested in handling all of this mess but was trying
to understand for her mother and somewhere for Maan. Today, she was too
distracted to understand anything.
But now the displayed balance sheet infront was scaring her. She held her head
in her hands and cursed her stars when right then, a light knock was heard on
her cabin door and then appeared Siya, Maan's secretary with a hesitant face. Geet
instantly gave her a sharp look. "Maam...Sir has called you to the
conference room". She informed. Geet gave her a prcising look from head to
toe unknowingly. Siya was fully covered today. Not an inch of her skin was
visible to anyone else than her hands and face. Her hairs were too tied up in a
tight pony tail. "Why is it so? Is there a meeting?" She inquired
after being done with her inspection. "Yes...A meeting with a new
supplier...Sir wants you to observe it". Geet gave her a curt nod. "I
will be there in 5 minutes". With a shake of her head, Siya left the room.
Geet got up and took a deep sigh. How many times in a day she has to face him
and behave normally. Someone above surely wanted her to walk on the egg shells.
She gave a look at herself into the compact mirror, she took out from the hand
bag. She was not a self-conscious person but she knew, in business, appearance
always matter. That what she had learned from her mother. Today, she was
wearing a white knee length kurti along with white leggings. Her hairs were
open. She applied a light layer of pink gloss on her lips after a last thought
and left to join him in conference room.
Few heads turned to greet her as she entered before turning back to the screen.
The presentation had already started. The room was filled with dark and silence
as the projector was on. Maan silently motioned her to take a seat beside her
and she took it after giving a nod. After few initial minutes, she found
herself interested into it as the information related to the interior
decoration was getting discussed.
From under his lashes, Maan observed her and smiled. From his earlier sessions,
he got enough idea that she wasn't learning anything related to business. He
knew it was not her field but he had to try for his Aunty. But seeing her smile
now, he knew what she can do brilliantly and what he had to do. Planning things
in his mind, he turned his focus back on screen when he heard a low whisper
near his ear. "Who is this new chick? Mind introducing me after the end of
this presentation" Maan turned to find the supposed supplier, an old
business associate, Ratan leaning near him while his hungry eyes were fixed on Geet.
Maan felt his blood boiled with that comment and glared at him which Ratan
clearly ignored being in daze to see Geet. "That's some hot stuff
man" He whispered. That horny smile on his face was making Maan's fingers
curled into fist. He wanted to punch that man right that moment but stopped due
to business decorum. "Stop the presentation right here" Instead
punching, he ordered fiercely into the dark before getting up, pushing his
chair back with such an extreme force that it fall down on the floor with a
Thud'. All the attention was now on him.
Flabbergasted, everyone got up and the lights were turn on by someone, making
them all come face to face. "What happened Sir?" The employee, Raj,
who was giving presentation, asked with a trembling voice. "The thing happened
is that I am no longer interested in this deal. End of discussion...just wrap
everything up and leave Mr Ratan" He replied with a tone of finality.
Everyone was shock and looking at him with worried faces. "But Mr Maan...We
are promising to provide you best of our supplies for this project." Mr
Ratan fumbled with his words while standing up with a shaking body. It would
have been such a benefit for Mr Ratan's company to get associated in this hotel
business. It's after the months of convincing when Maan finally approved his
objects and quotations. Maan gave him a look so fierce that if eyes could burn,
Mr Ratan would have turned into ashes right there. "Everyone leave us
right now...I want to have a private discussion with him" Maan ordered,
tucking his hand in his pant pockets in ordered to stop them to reach for the
neck of this man standing in front. After a nod everyone left, leaving Geet Maan
and Ratan in the conference room. "Maan...What..." "Geet...please
leave" He commanded cutting in her between. She hesitated but moved
towards the door only to stop just outside for precautionary reasons. Maan's
temper was on such a high note that she was afraid. "The thing is that Mr
Ratan...I don't like to deal with those people who don't respect woman...and
that woman is no one else but my wife..." The color fade away from Ratan's
face. "And I can go to the extent of killing someone for her...Even if it
would have been someone else, I would still have done the same thing...Keep it
in your mind and leave now...Khurrana Hotel's will never be any working
relation with yours".
Outside Geet bit her lips on hearing his words. She was feeling something weird
but strong in her heart. His possessiveness was making her smile. How much he
cared for her and her security? She has started to understand that indeed he
has some strong emotions for her but the question she have in mind is, is she
ready to respond to it yet? She wondered. "Let my life decide
it". She thought and left for her cabin.
Seeing the dress, just delivered by Annie's assistant, Geet's mouth
dropped down . "What the...?" She couldn't complete and the next
moment take up her mobile phone and ring to Annie. "Annie...This
dress?" But before she could start, Annie was like always on her high
spirits. "Isn't that amazing? You know I just draw up the idea of this
dress 2 weeks back and just yesterday, my associates send me the picture of the
final creation...Instantly, I knew It will look great on you" She was on
and on while Geet rub her forehead in frustration. "But I never wore
dresses like this...This is so exposing...You saw this slit..." Geet was
horrified with the idea of showing off her legs. "Yeah..Just starting from
the end of thighs...its so seductive and sexy...God! I just can't wait to see
you in this gown...You will do wonders to it". Her voice was so dreamy and
excited. "Annie...Get this straight in your mind...I am so not going to
wear this gown" Geet warned into the phone. "You are Geet...If you
consider me your friend and sister than you are going to wear this dress and I
am so not going back on my words...In charity ball, mostly ladies wear these
kind of gowns...Even Ishita Bhabhi ordered me for a same one" Annie
blackmailed her like always. "But..." Again she was cut. "The
makeup artist will be there at 3pm on Sunday but her workers will come tomorrow
for waxing and cleansing...Be ready to get pampered" Annie didn't give her
chance to speak up and cut the call. Geet gave a look to the phone and next to
the gown and groaned.
Geet's Dress
It was Sunday. Maan put up cufflinks on his black
suit and set the collar before he went out of the room. The clock was striking
7:30 pm. They have to leave now in order to not be late for the party but where
is Geet?. He looked towards her room door that was still closed and thought if
he should knock or not. His finger rubbed his lips slowly in order to think and
then after making up his mind, move towards it. Hesitant, raising up his hand,
he was about to knock it when the door was opened by two girls who were in to
doll up Geet. They gave him girlish dreamy smiles with a small "Hi"
and left. Maan shook his head behind on their immature behaviour and took a
step in Geet's room when the sight made his breath came out in a Whooshhh.
Their stood Geet, making all her glory get on display. That figure hugging
bottle green dress was making her looking so breathe taking gorgeous. Her hairs
were having a poof infront while at the back, loose lazy girls were hanging on
her shoulders. Her ears were donned up with green squared sapphires. Her neck
was bare showing up the blades of her beauty bones. Her cheeks were adored with
blush and a bit of light make up, that was making her face look glowy and
shiny. Her eyes were looking big due to kohl and the green smoky effect applied
over the lids while her lips were plainly brushed with a light brown gloss. His
eyes roamed over her body and ended on her feet tucked in a 4 inch silver heel.
Feeling nervous with the intensity of his gaze, she moved up her just pink
painted fingers up to tuck the loose strands when Maan found the gold bracelet
that he had once put as a gift into her Cupboard on her birthday 2 years ago.
Does this means something? He wondered and looked into her eyes for answers but
only found himself lost into them. "Ummm...We should move now" She
whispered in order to end this sexy silence. Maan just nodded and gestured his
one hand towards the door. "Ladies first" A smile graced his lips
that put her in ease. "Gentleman" she thought and took a step to grab
her purse when the slit opened up, making Maan have a glimpse of her long
slender legs. His eyes struck to them while his throat got clogged up to utter
a word. His fingers started to itch in order to run along the smoothness of her
bare skin. Geet turned around after a moment to see him standing like a statue.
"Maan..." "Geet...You are not going out like this". He
voiced out after getting a hold of his hazy thoughts. She looked at him with a
bewildered look. "What? What do you mean by that?" She inquired with
a frown. "This...This " He cleared his throat that was keep on
getting dried. "This gown is too exposed...You can't go out in it"
She kept her hands on her waist and deepened the frown. "Do you actually
want me to change this dress when I am actually all ready to leave...Let's move
Maan..." And ignoring his words, Geet left the premesis of her room. Maan
hit his foot hard with the floor underneath. Damn...how will I hold myself...
How will I hold everyone away from her?
They entered the party hall with all the grace and glory that caught attention
of everyone. Maan's mood was still grumpy but just to cheer him up, Geet put
her hand in his and that did the work. First, everyone was surprized to find Mr
Maan Khurrana attending a function that instantly created a buzz. But as soon
as he lead the lady beside him keeping a hand on her petite back, announcing
her as his by the mere actions, created a lot of hype. Everyone greeted them
with polite smiles. Men, whom Maan knew from their neighbourhood and working
field, shook hands while ladies tried to interact with Geet. Not to mention,
her gown was the talk of many woman who envy the perfect figure, Geet owned.
Ishita who was moving from guest to guest in her navy blue gown along with her
husband, Raman, saw them and instantly moved forward to welcome them. "Hey
Geet..." Geet saw her and smiled while they hug and blew kisses in the
air. "Raman...He is Maan Khurrana as you know" Ramna nodded with a
sweet smile and the men shook hands along with exchanging pleasantries.
"And she is his wife, Geet Maan Khurrana" The way the name was taken,
made Geet feel sparks. Maan's eyes too moved towards her with happiness in
them, as if she was worldly announced as his by this mere introduction. First
time, after their marriage someone referred her as Geet Maan Khurrana. She was
His and only His.
"Maan...You have to go out and have to start
introducing Geet as your wife. She is Mrs Khurrana. Make her realise
it...Otherwise how you two will move forward into your life buddy...You know
here in the wedding, Whenever I introduced Shaina as Mrs Aryan Khanna, my
wife...I got to see a different kind of a glow on her face...Her eyes were so
bright, her smile was so from her heart as if its my name attached to her that
completes her. Try it man...I want to see you both happy in your lives together.."
Aryan's words from the earlier call rang in his mind and he got to know, he was
so right. Geet's facial expressions were a visual testimony to it. Even if Geet
is not ready to take the big step yet, she is getting affected by these small
things.
"It's so nice to see you...I was almost sure that you will back out"
Ishita giggled making Geet get a little out from her reserved hole.
"Actually, I was trying to but Annie is such a pusher, I ran out of
excuses..." Ishita instantly made her get at ease as she put hand around
her waist. "Annie is a sweetheart...Oh my! This gown looks amazing on
you..." Ishita complimented making her blush this time. "You looking
great yourself...But I hope I am doing justice to my dress as much as you are
doing to yours...I never wore such dresses" Geet somewhere lacked in
self-confidence when it comes to dressing. "You looking stunning...I think
Maan is going to have a hard time keeping his hands off you" The simple
yet meaningful comment did its work. Geet was instantly on fire as her mind
conjured up an image of Maan hands roaming over her body. Her lips went dry.
Her heart was throbbing in her throat. Ishita noticed everything but decided to
stay ignorant to it. "Oh Mrs. Sinha...Come on Geet...let me introduce you
the other ladies" Ishita lead Geet to meet other members of their club. Maan
was observing her from the back silently. He saw her mingling around with other
ladies and felt happy. Atleast now she will make friends here and open up a
bit.
Ishita's
Dress:
Half way through the party, as it started to get boring, Raman took up the mic
from the DJ. "Hey Guys ...In the presence of us Khurranaabis..." And
then he gave a look at Ishita who was like 'Whatever' making him chuckle. Ruhi,
her daughter, too was now standing with her mother and had quickly gelled up
with Geet in the past one hour. "And of course, some South Indians... then
why this party sounding so cool? Now just get up on the stage with your
partners and burn it with some moves...And as baray bazurg says, Charity begins
at home...I will like to be that helpless husband who will give charity of his
wife as she mostly danced on them rather than the floor". All laughed at
this statement while Ishita's nose flared up in apparent anger. Raman
approached her with a teasing smile on his lips. "Ishita..." He
called her while putting forward his hand to which she completely ignored.
"Come on na baby...Lets dance" He tried to hold he hand but she just
smacked his in return. "Why? Now why you want to dance with me if it hurts
you so much?" She pouted making his smile so wide. "Papa...You always
does this..." Little Ruhi complained from below making him Ishita held her
hands crossed over her chest. "Ruhi...If I make your Maa angry...I also
know how to make her smile" And with that he forcefully held her hand and
pulled her to himself in a close proximity. Forgetting her anger, she instantly
blushed being in his arms. He knew he has won. "Dance with
me...Please" He whispered slowly against her ear and in reply all Ishita
could do was nod and let him lead her to the dance floor.
Geet noticed the small exchange between the couple and was thoughtful. Is
married life always this romantic? Will she be able to feel this ecstasy?
Will Maan ask her for this dance? She doesn't even know if he likes
dancing or not.
Slowly, many other couples joined Ishita and Raman
out there. Maan, who was busy savouring a taste of wine from his lips and Geet's
from his eyes, observed her playing with the tresses of her hairs while her
lips were curved up into a dreamy smile. Her one foot was taping on the floor
based on the rhythm of the song. He knew she was a dance lover and it's been
months, she got any chance to practice. Should he go and ask her? He was just
processing the thought when he heard a voice at his back that quickly caught
his attention. "How am I looking man? I am going to ask that girl in green
for a dance? Do you think she will accept it?" Maan turned his head to see
a young boy of 20 correcting his coat while talking to his friend. His
desperate eyes were again and again casting a look in a way which leads to Geet.
"No...She is not going to dance with you." the next instant, Maan
answered the boy while getting up from the stool. "Why is it so?" The
boy didn't like the intervention and looked at him with a frown.
"Because..." He took two steps towards the boy and got a hold of his
tie as if correcting the knot before he looks straight into his eyes.
"That girl...Is my wife...And I wouldn't really like anyone even touch her
beside me..." And the knot was raised up a bit making the boy gasping for
air. "Understood" Maan looked daggers at him before he left him and
moved towards Geet.
"Would you mind a dance?" Surprised, Geet turned to see an expectant Maan
holding his hand out for her. She looked at it for a minute, deciding either
she should or not but making an excuse in her mind that it will look odd if she
refused her husband's hand in front of everyone, she slipped her fingers in his
hand. Maan grasped them frivolously, enjoying the feeling of her skin in his
before leading her to the dance floor.
Kyun badalo ki gali
Chand hairan hai kya pata
Armano ke sab irade
Pareshan hai kyu bhala
They took the position as the slow song was filled into the air, perfectly
depicting there emotions. Maan guided her one hand onto his shoulder while
other was safely held in his hand. He noticed Geet biting her lower lip like
she usually do in nervousness and smiled.
Aye dil bata
Jane kyu is martaba
Tune mujhe ye kya keh diya
Aye dil bata
Aise kyu hairat bhara
Ye pyar yu tune de diya
Geet's body shook as he his fingers leisurely traced down the path of her hand
before getting settled on her waist. Teasing her was he.
Samjhaya tujhe kitna phir bhi
Kiya tune bas apne man ki
Galiyo me jake kyu baitha ishq ki
Kuchh nahi ab mere bas me
Kuchh nahi yaha tere bas me
Badmashiya hai ye kis ki ishq ki
Be-pata lapata ho chala
She felt her heart rocking inside. His touch was soft but electrifying, making
her feel goose bumps all over. Maan felt her slight tremble as his thumb caress
the side of her waist. Her fingers held onto his coat over her shoulder, just
to keep herself steady. His eyes were a true mixture of love and desire, only
if she could see into them. As if she heard him and looked up into them, only
to be lost. If his eyes were a sea, she wanted to drown into them without a
lifeguard. If they were a maze, her heart wanted to always stay caged into it.
If they were a sky, she always wanted to fly onto it without fearing for a
downfall.
Aye dil bata
Jane kyu is martaba
Tune mujhe ye kya ke diya
Aye dil bata
Aise kyu hairat bhara
Ye pyar yu tune de diya
Maan felt something so strong for her at that moment. Having her in his arms
was a dream that he was living at the moment. He doesn't know how many times he
had dreamed of this moment in the last two months. How many times he had just
craved to grab her and keep her safe from the whole of the world into the
security of his arms. How many times, he wanted to just feel her this close to
his heart. He felt his heart will explode will all the love he had kept inside
his heart.
His fingers moved away from her waist towards her hips, pulling her a bit more
closer to his body. Her hand slide down from his shoulder to his chest to make
make distance as that much of proximity was making her have trouble in
breathing. At that moment, she understood what they say, forget everything with
his touch. But that action of hers, broke the trance he was living in. He felt
nothing but rejected. Unaware about his thoughts, she moved her face in order
to just make herself stable only to feel his warm fingers cupping her cheek,
making her again look at himself.
Ishita and Raman who was dancing nearby, cast a
look at them and smiled. "Give me your phone" Ishita demanded.
"Why?" But instead of replying to his answer, Ishita quickly took it
out from his coat pockets and switched on the camera to take a click of the duo.
"Work done " She
sent the MMS along with messaged only to get a quick reply of
"Yipeee" from Annie.
Janta hu tu sahi hai
Phir bhi mera kyu nahi hai
Dil me kiska ye dakhal hai
Sab pareshan is pal hai
Mujh me hoke bhi hai mujhse kyu door
This time, his questioning gaze met her teary ones. She was afraid of the
feelings developing inside her. Somewhere she knew what he did was wrong to her
but then everything seem to be over power by the care, possessiveness and
support that he had showered on her.
Aye dil bata
Jane kyu is martaba
Tune mujhe ye kya ke diya
Aye dil bata
Aise kyu hairat bhara
Ye pyar yu tune de diya
Maan misunderstood her tears. He thought that she was feeling pushed by his
feelings. He might have crossed the thin line of friendship and love. So
keeping a stone on his heart, he decided to give her time. He had promised her
that nothing will be forced on her and he was a man of his words. His fingers
loose their grip over her body while he took a step behind to put some distance
in between. His eyes were tore away from her's forcefully.
Aye dil bata
Ae dil bata o
Aye dil bata ha aa
Ye pyar yu tune kyu diya
As he moved away a step, Geet felt something so precious was getting snatched
from her. Like a part of her body was being pulled off by someone. Like her
heart was getting tore into two. At that moment, she decided to take a leap of
faith and trust due to the fear that was making her heart dip. He was just
about to turn when she held his wrist, making him stop in his tracks.
Astonished, he turned around to face her with wide eyes only to hear.
"Please don't leave me Maan...Not you too"
Ye Pyar Kyun Tune Day Diya
Unknown to them, the media who was covering up the
event was busy taking frenzy photos of the couple and this pose was surly going
to create a lot of Hungama.
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Edited by ..oneOone.. - 9 years ago
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