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Masoom Dil.
Dil to bohot masoom hota ...bohot payara hota hai ..use bas ek pyaar krne wala chahiye or uski masoomiyat sambhalne wala <3
Part 1:
Oh Maan , you are so cute' said Riya giggling. 'I know i am the best' said Maan smirking. He held her hands , slowly closed the distance between him and Riya to capture her lips in a kiss , but as he neared her slowly slowly , he felt something pop on his back , he ignored the feeling and snuggled more closer to his girlfriend Riya amidst the dark corner of his house. He felt the sensation again on his back and in a few seconds his back was wet due to the attack of water balloon on his shirt. In a few seconds he recieved few more on his legs , back and head. He looked down onto the floor and found one unburst water balloon which is probably the one he felt earlier and few burst pieces of balloons. He looked aside to capture the person who threw them , his anger reaching high. Riya calmed down Maan and pulled him to herself again ' Choro na Maan. The more wetter you get, the more hotter you look' she winked. Maan thought for a few second...seductive voice of Riya pacing down his anger and he look seductively into her eyes. He again neared her and then he felt pool of water on his back and heard a melodious laughter. He turned around to look at his 15 years old family friend Geet Handa , throwing water at him through water gun. His anger getting high again. He glared angrily at Geet and she showed him her tongue and ran away. 'Mai tume nahi chorunga Geet' Maan shouted. Riya annoyingly pushed Maan..'Ek kiss , ek choti si kiss karne me tume itni der lag rahi hai.., i am so pissed off Maan. Tum jab apne chote chote dosto ko niptalo to mujhe bulaaa lena.' She walked off angrily , Maan tried to stop her but she made no heed and walked off on her high heels. Maan ran a hand through his face and marched in anger towards the big hall where a grand party was being held.
The celebration of Geet Handa's 15th birthday. The most naughty girl that he had ever encountered in his whole life. He entered the big hall. several guests stopped him to greet him and several girls flashed a smile at him. After all he was a young boy of 19 years old.
He ignored all of them and made his way to the garden . He knew exactly where to find that naughty girl who was hell bent on ruining his dates.
Standing near her big favourite fountain in her lovely Garden that blazed with wonderfull lights.. covering the darkness of late night...Get giggled as she remembered her funny act few minutes before. How she loved to tease Maan and trouble till he come over to scold her. She was attracted to his greek god features. He just reached his 19th 2 months back but his body was to die for. Man ! he was god gifted. She was naughty but innocent.
'Geet ! Kiu mere peeche pari ho ' Kitni dafa samjhaun tumhe mai' Maan shouted.
Geet laughed. ' Isi ka inteezar kar rahi thi mai , tumari shakal bilkul usi water balloon jaisi hgai hai..' She laughed more.
Maan fisted his hands ' Mai tumhee balloon lagra hooon?' He said gritting his teeth.
' Arayy! Array! Itna gusaa mat karo water balloon, phat jaogee! ' Geet continued to laugh.
'Geeet!' Maan pulled her towards him.
Geet stopped laughing. Their faces so close..they could feel each others breath on their lips that created a new sensation in Geets body which she was unaware of. His hands on her tiny waist. This was strange , as he held her tiny young waist and held her wrist. She looked into his eyes.
'Yeh mujhe kaisa feel hora hai.. aisa to pahlee kabhi nahi huaa...pahli dafa hora hai ...kiya hai ye feeling. itna acha kiu lagra hai mujhee' Geet wondered while she stared into his brown eyes.
Maan admired her small tiny features and felt her soft tiny waist. Fits perfectly in his hands.
'Kitni khubsurat hai ye... par iski harkatey..uff bohott tang karti hai mujhee ...bohot gussa ata hai ispe par pahli dafa mujhe ye itni achi kiu lagri hai..itni kareeb se to isey pahle kabhi nahi dekhaa... acha lagra hai bohot. Kia hogaya Maan! 15 saal ki choti bachii hai...or bohot badtmiz bhi...' Maan gained his conscious .
He pushed Geet and moved back. Geet moved back as well , suddenly quite. She did not understand this feeling. she never went close any guy , infact she was too innocent to think about intimacy. She made a clear mind on asking about this to her friend Aliya.
Maan gathered his thoughts. She was innocent and a young girl. Not even an inch close to maturity. He should think about making up to Riya and teaching a lesson to Geet.
'Geet! Jo tumnee kia wo acha nai kiaa..ainda aisa nai karna nai to mai tumari mom ko bata dunga.' He warned.
'Hmmm okk' instead of a naughty reply he got a lost reply from Geet. Being a naughty girl , she also was an intelligent child , knew everything and anything.
'Mujhe to sab pata hai... par mai ye kiu nai samajh parahi ke mujhe abhi abhi kia feel hua ... jab Maan mere itne kareeb tha... wo to mujhe zara nai pasand...tto phir uske paas itna acha kiu laga mujhee...? Oh god. '
She left as she heard her mothers voice...and Maan stood near fountain. He hates that naughty little girl. Unfortunetly she was her dads best friends daughter and they were neighbours. He had to deal with her almost everyday and her target of attacks was always Maan. But todayy he felt different with her , very different. He brushed off his thoughts thinking he was just paying too much attention to that little girl. He should be with his friends now... having fun with girls his age . He smirked and marched off into the hall.
Hi beauties . So yeah ...thats my intro . :$ Please like and comment. I would love to write more so... this story is about how innocent Geet grows up in the shelter of hot , proud , egoistic Maan
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