#4 Thread ||MG SS: Rough Ishq IMP page 37||31st Jan'15|| - Page 12

Part 31

Finally Maan noticed them, and shook his head, gesturing them to carry their bags. Maan placed his hand, on her waist...pushing her forward. She stumbled a bit, unsure, unprepared. Holding him for support she straightened, and skipped her way out of the plane as he gestured 5 of his men to cover for her.

Maan shook his head again, foolishly. He was right, she just wasn't ready...

The atmosphere in Hawaii was just something else, the liveliness and freedom in air...it reflected in her behaviour as well as his. He smiled to himself, but just then he heard clicks of camera- he didn't expect the paparazzi to follow up here. Shit! Guess he should have informed the officials, to not allow the paps as he rushed to her aide. Although she was handling quite well, questions about the status of their relationship shook her quite a bit.

"Since last few months, you have been business rivals, now suddenly being partners- any motive behind it, you think Mr.Khurana?" There was a certain glint in his eyes, which made Maan doubt whether he was actually a reporter.

"Yes there is" Maan ascertained, curving his palm around Geet's waist, possessive and protective hold. Well that was a warning, ogle at her, and I will poke your eyes out'. Pulling her close, "this arrangement has brought us closer, a relationship has been formed". He slipped his hand to her left hand- ring finger, and the diamond ring glinted- a different one though, when did he buy it?

"You are engaged now?" The same reporter asked, although there was certain victory dancing in his eyes. Maan narrowed his eyes at him, the behaviours so suspicious. "We had heard rumours of your engagement being broken, is it true?" Maan took in a sharp breath, Geet answered however, "It is our personal matter, that, you need not interfere"

"Her father killed yours, does it not bother you, Mr. Khurana?" Maan curled his fists, tightly, the whole thing was kept under wraps, how did they find out? Thankfully, his guards made way for them finally and they passed through... Geet's steps though seemed uncertain, uncoordinated. Maan ushered her in, Geet saw, him whispering something to one of the men who guarded the plane. The man looked buff, scary. Last she saw the guard holding in the hoard of offending reporters, as Maan slammed the door shut hard, and they took off.

~~~

His phone beeped. It was faux'. He swore under his breath, remembering to silence himself, in order to not alert Geet, who slept on his arm, peacefully, although she was quite fidgety when awake.

The hoard of bloody reporter, a group of B-grade actors, Damn it! However the one asking the offending questions had escaped, bas***d! Thankfully, they had captured the cameras, mobiles before they broadcasted the whole conversation. He had to leave Geet to interrogate them. So much for spending time together, huh!

He softly leaned in, pressing a kiss on her forehead, gazing down at her beautiful face. So pretty she is! He moved back, just as she woke up.

The first thing, her eyes laid on was his lips, why wouldn't he move closer...she was getting frustrated, damn it! The car jerked to a stop, she got up tantalizingly slow...her chest moving up first, followed by her face- brushing his face, just mere inches gap from him, enough to give him a peek of what he was abstaining from. Geet bit her lip naughtily, seeing his dazed face, she felt guilty. He must have been under some sort of pressure, due to those reporters may be-

"I have to leave- meeting- important" He spoke hurriedly, unsorted, and she smirked victoriously. Glad she had such a huge effect on him, she giggled chewing on her lower lip. "I have to be the butt of that joke" Maan murmured, running his hand through her tangled hair, slowly massaging her scalp. Seriously she had to stop biting that darned lip, if he wanted to keep his sanity intact. He laid his head back on the seat, his hand withdrawing- to compose himself.

She could feel him getting detached, she looked down- eyes lowered, she held the ring as if it was the prime cause of everything and thrust it back in his hands. Without speaking a word, she strode out and watched the villa. Beautiful, she was about to utter but checked herself as Maan walked out of the car equally furious, oblivious to the chauffer and the guard who were watching them as if in a tennis ball match.

"What does this mean?" He pulled her hand and slid the ring in, again. Geet pursed her lips, forcing herself to calm down- fighting with him when he was furious was never helpful to either of them. "Is this where we are going to live, for the next few days?" She prompted, changing the subject.

Maan narrowed his eyes at her, somewhat disappointed- his father had brought him once here, the house bought by his mother- for Maan, for his wife. At the time, when he first saw it, all he could imagine was spending time with Geet there, it was so peaceful; "Don't you like it? Ma bought it" slipped right out of his mouth. Damn Maan, he cursed himself, you might overwhelm her, calm the f**k down!'

"It is lovely...for honeymoon?" Geet said, but asked incredulously midway as she read the now clear name plate at the gate. Idiot, why did he bring me here, his mother expected him to bring his wife on honeymoon here, does this mean-

"Congratulations Maan for your honeymoon...Love Ma" Maan read out, gulping in shock, that damn butler, he didn't want Geet to see it, yet. He cleared his throat, "Ignore it..." He pushed her forward, placing his hand on her back, he walked her in as the butler opened the door. Maan glared at him. The guy was an endearingly comic, but right then he created a big problem for him. The sucker for English royal that he was- he bowed and Geet stared at him. What was he doing?

Discreetly, he gestured the guards to move the bags into the room upstairs as Geet was introduced to Ramon, modernized form of Raman as he liked to call himself. In his late twenties, he was a quite a catch and Maan clenched his fist, jealous.

"Besides..." He called out, "you are my fiancee" He asserted her a look that bode no argument. Geet whipped back, staring at him appalled, "I am?" Came out as a question. "Yes... The ring remains where it is" He said, pushing it back as she attempted to slide it out.

"And everything is forgotten and forgiven, isn't it?" Geet asked sarcastically now angry, he didn't even ask her, idiot. She was furious, why couldn't he behave normally- somewhat expected.

"No..." He breathed out, "I know nothing can be forgotten, and...certainly nothing can be forgiven but I hope..." He sighed, releasing her hand, "you can find it, to...forgive me" He turned away. The fury in her, instantly died down. He was a walking contradiction.

So softly dominant, she sighed, "And then what... Be friends?" She asked, bitterness seeping into her tone.

"Friends?" He spat, insulted. Glad he thinks something at least like me' she muttered. He wanted to win her love, be her partner...being friends, ughh! "This...this whole thing, what do you want me to say Maan? You buy me a ring, yet you won't ask me! You make me sleep beside you, yet you wouldn't touch me...you wouldn't kiss me, you... I am tired, frustrated- physically and emotionally" She bursted out, hysterically.

And sexually' he thought, smiling taking her into his arms. Her voice muffled into his torso, "And Maanu di-she sent-me- property" Small words he heard but didn't question, letting her calm down. He knew she wouldn't answer at that time.

He slowly lifted her, cradling her head, "I brought you here..." He lifted her chin, "to spend time with you..." He kissed her forehead, a soft gentle one, that gave her the comfort she required, "to enjoy...to recuperate", he tucked her hair behind her ear. And to fall in love', words left unsaid, that gently chimed in air, in the gap between them.

Geet nodded, "but I won't accept the ring" She said determined, Maan huffed, sighed and nodded finally after a pregnant pause. "Don't wear then, I am okay with it, but keep it with you" He compromised.

"But..." She protested, "I will make you wear it every time you take it out..." He warned, making her laugh and reluctantly nod in agreement. He seemed to find whatever he was searching for, in her eyes, for he nodded, satisfied now.

"So what do we do now?" She asked, now wanting to distract him and her, as well.

"We roam, we enjoy, we sleep" He flicked her nose, mimicking her. He carried her up the stairs, dumping her on the soft bed. Geet naughtily, pulled on his hand, he fell on her, her hands wounding around his neck, pulling him in, testing his limits.

"Geet, what are you doing?" He stuttered out. Buffering machine!

"Testing your limits" She bit his nose, playfully. Maan shook his head, reminding himself of the impending interrogation. "Fine, think of tricks till I return" He said, getting up.

"Return?!" She shrieked out, hitting him with the pillow, "yes, I told...you I have work...and meetings", he said slowly, avoiding each hit. "I am attending them as well then" She spat, getting up. He said they were going to enjoy, spend bloody time together...and then he goes back to work.

"No you rest today, you will have jetlag...tomorrow I am taking you" He said, pressing her head back into the pillow. "To a meeting?" She asked, sarcastically.

"No, Geet...to the beach" He said, exasperated. Reaching back, he handed her, a mobile. Her eyes gleamed, "Finally! The tyrant has pity on me" She widened her eyes, feigning shock. Maan simply rolled his eyes.

Geet twisted her mouth at his expression, "Does it have Rehaan's number?" She asked, tersely. Maan gritted his teeth, of course she would ask for him, her so-called friend who obviously wants the miss oblivious.

She wanted to ask about Maan's medicines, still she had some suspicions and she wanted to confirm them.

"Yes..."He said, but after a thought, "you call him, only when the matter is of upmost importance, which I cannot solve" He ascertained, hoping such a situation never comes.

"It is" She said, gazing at him, seriously. You are of upmost importance, to me, Maan.

She pulled on his hand, she wanted to clear the air about Rehaan, once and for all, she couldn't continuously handle his jealousy episodes everytime she talked to him or mentioned hospital, or him, "Listen Maan..." She cupped his face... "He helped me...a lot...when no one was there..." Guilt swarmed in his eyes, he-only he was responsible for his situation now- he pushed her into that f**ker's arms- realizing, he nodded, "like...a brother Maan, I respect him and you...maybe can make peace...without -" She struggled to get the right word, so as to not offend him or make him insecure.

"I understand" Maan said, only if that jerkface keeps his eyes and hands off you, he thought.

"Thank you... Now..." She pushed apart, "do whatever you wanted to do" She shooed him away.

As he walked to interrogate the frauds, all he could think about were her words, "Maanu Di" "Sent her" "Property". She really stooped so low to manipulate Geet?

~~~

A few days later...

They have been going around a lot. A lots of sight-seeing, and travelling, enjoying their time, and true to his word, he made less work and more visiting. And no kissing, idiot. Although, he seemed a little tensed last night...he had cradled her in his arms, cupping her cheeks when she woke up, covered in sweat. He had forced her to visit a therapist, a few days back, thankfully a female in late fifties.

Another visit today, she sighed pulling up her sleeves, she noticed. Deep dark red nail scratches, as if she had been scratching them, but when did she?

"Hello Megha ji" Geet greeted her doctor, still tensed about the scratches. Dr. Megha greeted her, focusing on the scratches, her frown lines, her tensed form.

"How have you been sleeping Geet?" She started her session. Geet explained about the nightly sweating. "The attempted rape..." Geet sucked in a breath, how did she know, did Maan remember? "Do you remember the man's face?" Geet relaxed, Megha noticed, she was speaking about the day of engagement, she nodded in denial. The male nurse strode in, with out knocking, her skin felt like scratching...as she felt, him ogling... This she has been feeling, last two days, the beginning of panic attacks, even when Maan came closer.

It was only when she looked into his eyes, she felt his soft touch and gentle caress, she realized he was not that man... A feeling she hadn't allowed herself to feel, since the accident, she didn't realize. Her panic attacks calmed down, when he would roll his eyes at her, whisper naughtily... although never sensually.

Her skin pricked now, as the male nurse came closer, she fidgeted on her seat. Megha noticing sent him out, it was just a test, but confirmed her doubts. Her body was catching up along with her mind to the abuse she faced, finally, she was getting nightmares, Maan had already informed her, two nights back, as he worriedly called her, frantic at 2 in night, asking for her to come look at Geet.

"Your body is catching up along with your mind, which had blocked the memory Geet" She explained calmly. Geet clutched her fist, nervously, "You are getting nightmares, the scratches..." Geet nodded, understanding now, Megha came around, placing her hand on her shoulder feeling the start of a panic attack in her, "Let him help you". Geet nodded, but shivered...

Megha immediately called up Maan, "Hello Doctor... Is everything okay?" His voice, frantic. The poor boy, is so in love, and worried for Geet. She needed it.

She handed her the phone, "Maan..." Geet breathed out, as Megha walked out of the room. Geet finally calmed hearing his voice, "I am coming..." He said worried, asking the meeting to be wrapped, although his words so informal for a meeting of business gentlemen. "I am...okay" She eventually said, "A business meeting?" She asked, trying to distract herself. "Umm...no" He winced, it was difficult to lie to her, after watching her so fragile, the nightmares, they were nightmare for him as well. It pained him so so much, how she scrubbed trying to rub off that man's touch, her scream so loud, so painful, so agonizing. A call for him, his name, one he didn't respond then, didn't respond for months, and now when he did, it was destroying her.

"Maan...are you planning something?" She asked, realizing finally when she had searching newspapers frantically, the next day they arrived, loads of newspapers he ordered as they were stacked in the store room, specifically four months back... It was about the incident.

"The reporters were not..." She said realizing, "Yes- I-will talk to you later" He said, confirming her thoughts, she was relieved, maybe he would find something.

The last few days have been so blissful, that she couldn't help to feel the hope of having better- a better life and future, happiness.

"Come home soon!" She said, cutting the call smiling happily. He was so caring, so changed, change for better. Megha came in few minutes later, declaring the session for the day over. Geet returned back.

~~~

An array of cuisines were kept on the table, as Geet slept on her folded hands, snoring lightly, and Ramon was keeping watch on the food. Maan was shocked and angry. Again, she waited for him, hungry. She was getting bloody nightmares, for god's sake, she should not exert herself.

"Out" He shouted, Ramon squeaked and scrambled out, bowing. Geet woke up stretching out like a cat, so sensuously.

"You waited for me" He bit out, angrily. "I told you to come home soon" She reprimanded, stretching her toes, her red dress inching up to her milky white thigh.

"I told you not to wait hungry, you need to eat-" She silenced his angry rant.

Wrapping her hands around his neck, she pulled him into the couch beside the table,

"Make me"

Precap:

Nightmares.

"An attempt to seduce your man" Geet learns a trick or two.

Thanks for likes and comments. Truly they mean a lot really lot to me.