FF: KAUN HO TUM? 26th Mar: Chap 22 on Pg 99! - Page 14

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Finally Maan reached HH

CHAPTER 3. MAIN GEET HOON!

Maan came out of the bathroom with towel tied around his waist and started to rummage through his bag for some clothes. As he pulled out a faded jeans and some shirt for himself, he sensed someone staring at him from behind. And then he heard the person speak.

"Hello ji!", it was a girl's voice filled with cheer and life.

Maan turned around and was shocked to see that it was none other than Preet from the Haveli standing in front of him.

She stepped into the room and Maan noticed that something was different. The girl looked like Preet but the similarities seemed to end there. For one, she was wearing white salwar kameez with colorful dupatta that he had seen earlier while the girl from the Lodge wore nothing but white. Unlike Preet who gave soft smiles, this girl gave smiles that seem to stretch from one ear to other. Preet spoke softly; this girl's simple greeting with hello itself was loud. And while Preet was calm and graceful, this version of Preet seemed to have some vibrant energy fused into her. All this assessment was done in few seconds and now Maan was confused. Who is she?

"Kaun Ho Tum?", words tumbled out of Maan's mouth before he could stop himself.

The girl took his words in stride, "Main Geet hoon! Geet Handa! Aapki honewaali wife! Of course, only if you accept me!" Maan stood there in shock. This was his future wife! Duplicate of a ghost?

Geet continued to ramble, oblivious to Maan's inner turmoil, "Waise ghar waale toh chaahte the ki hum typical style mein mile! You know jahaan aap saamne baithenge aur main aaungi andar se, sharma sharmaake, aapke liye chai laate hue. Aapko chai dete hue bolungi leejiye aur phir sharmaaungi! You know the routine! Daadima bata rahi thi ki mere pehle aap kuch ladkiyon se mil chuke hain so you know what to expect! But main na ji bore hogayi hun uss routine se! Aur naahi mujhe yeh sharmaana warmaana aata hai! Daarji ne mujhe sherni ki tarah paala hai aur main sherni hi rahungi chaahe Ma kuch bhi bol le! Isliye main khud hi chali aayi! Apna introduction dene!"

Maan simply stared at her. He did not know what to say or do.

Geet continued to speak, "Waise mujhe toh aap pehle hi pasand aa gaye ho! Daadima ne jab photo dikhaaya tabhi mujhe samajh mein aagaya ki aap hi ho, iss sherni ke sher! Aur jaise jaise Daadima aapke baare mein bataati gayi waise waise aap mujhe aur achche lagne lage! Aur phir maine aapko chhat se dekha aur Babaji ki kasam, main toh behosh hone waali thi! Woh kya haina ki aap reality mein jyaada hi handsome ho! Toh yeh raha mera faisla! I like you and don't mind marrying you! Ab bas aapka faisla baaki hai! Achchi tarah se sochke bataa deejiyega ki yeh Handa khaandaan ki kudi aapko achchi lagi ki nahi! Theek hai?"

Geet turned to walk away but turned back, "Waise aapko koi sawaal poochna ho toh soch leejiye! Shaam ko ladki dekhne ki formality start hone waali hai! Tabhi jab hum dono ko akele mein bheja jaayega na, tab pooch leejiyega! By the way, mujhe koi sawaal nahi poochna! Woh kya hai na, maine apne saare doubts Daadima se clear kar liye hain! So that is one hurdle crossed! But if you have any questions, do ask. Thanks for listening! Au revoir!"

Geet turned to walk away when Maan spoke up, "Au revoir? You know French?"

Geet turned around while slapping her forehead, "Ae le lo! Maine ramayan suna diya aur aap hain ki mahabharat ke sawaal pooch rahe hain! Mere baare mein poochna hi tha toh mera favorite color poochte! Aap toh kuch aur hi poochne lage! Waise, aapne pooch liya toh bataa doon ki schooling maine Amritsar ke sabse bade school se ki hai! Daarji wanted the best for me! Isliye mujhe Maasi ke yahaan as in Amritsar bhej diya! Wahaan maine French as a third language study ki hai!"

Geet turned and walked off. Maan just stood there stunned when suddenly Geet turned near the door, "By the way, ek baat bataaun?" The girl has mischief written all over her face and Maan blinked in surprise. Geet giggled, "Aap na bina shirt ke bade handsome lagte ho!" Maan's eyes widened and he finally realised he was standing in only a towel in front of her. His hands instinctively crossed over his body as if hiding himself and once he realised how silly his reaction was, he dropped the hands and turned around.

Seeing Maan's reaction, Geet started giggling, "Ae le lo! Kudi main hoon aur aap kudi ki tarah sharma rahe hain! Lekin mere jaane ke baad darwaaza band kar leejiyega! Kya pata koi yahaan se guzar raho ho aur towel khul gayi toh?"

Maan's eyes widened in shock and he instinctively grabbed the towel around his waist as his face turned a little red. Geet let out a tinkling laughter and ran away. Maan turning around ran towards the door and shut it right away. He heaved a sigh of relief. What the hell was that? A girl or a hurricane? She talked so much. And what was with her and her urge to laugh every moment? But as he remembered her tinkling laughter, Maan smiled. He had to admit though, she was not only pretty and intelligent, but bold and sassy. If given a choice between a Preet like girl who seemed to be soft spoken and shy types and a girl like Geet who was vibrant and daring, he would choose Geet. Because Geet was a girl who would keep him on his toes, challenge him, knock him down a peg when he behaved too high handed and also make him laugh when he was too lost in his own problems. Daadima was right. Geet is the right person for him!

Then Maan's mind flashed to Preet and he frowned. Preet se yaad aaya, how can two girls look so similar and yet be so different? Then he remembered Preet telling him that she had a younger sister named Soni and she was the daughter of Handa House and Maan sighed. Of course, Geet must be Soni, Preet's sister. He shook his head. But something told him that was not the case. He narrowed his eyes. Baad mein Geet se poochta hun. After all, she did say we will get chance to be alone once the meet and greet happened. Yes! I will ask her about her sister, Preet right then.

"Aur yeh hai humaari Geet!", Rano announced as she walked beside her daughter who had her head down and holding a tray with tea cups in her hands. If Maan hadn't met Geet before he would never believed that behind this shy girl there exists a firecracker. She kept the tray on the coffee table in front of him. Her lips had simple smile while her head was still down. Maan looked at her curiously from where he sat on the sofa with Daadima by his side.

After Geet's impromptu introduction, Maan had gotten dressed and gone to find his Daadima. She was sitting in the lawn with Daarji and soon both were regaling him with tales of old Punjab when there were no tractors and people used to plough their field with manual labor and bullocks. By the time they were half way through their tales it was time for lunch. During Lunch, Maan had looked around waiting to see Geet again. His Daadima also seemed to search for Geet because she questioned Daarji about the girl. Daarji had told her that Rano did not want her face to face with Maan before they are formally introduced.

Brij and Geet's father snickered at Daarji's words. Maan overheard them joking that Formal introduction was just an excuse. Rano was just scared that with her forwardness Geet might offend Maan or even scare him off before they even spoke to each other. Maan was amused. If only they knew that I have already met their firecracker daughter.

After lunch, Maan retired to his room and relaxed for a while. Then he took up checking his mails through his phone and before he knew it, it was evening and Daadima was ushering him to wash his face and comb his hair so that he can formally meet Geet. Maan had blinked in surprise at that. Did he seriously need to wash his face and comb his hair? What was he, a five year old? Then he realised that Daadima was nervous. It seemed she liked Geet more than he had thought. Shaking his head, Maan fixed himself and the grandson grandmother duo walked out to meet the Geet Handa formally.

And that is how Maan found himself seated on a sofa with Daadima by his side looking at Geet as she kept her head down. He noticed that unlike earlier, her duppatta was covering her head, reminding him of Preet. He shook his head. He was not here to think about Preet. He was here to marry Geet. Focus Maan!

Rano lovingly ordered her daughter to serve tea and Geet still smiling shyly, poured tea out of the tea set and handed him the cup and saucer. Then she did something that surprised Maan. She looked at him and then acted as if she was shyly looking away. Her acting was so exaggerating and overdone that beside him Daadima started to snicker. He remembered how Geet had talked about the girl shyly handing the tea cup over with disgust and he realised that she was mocking the same situation. Maan glared at her and then at his Daadima. If he got married to Geet, it was obvious that this Daadi Bahu Jodi was going to team up and stand up against him.

When Maan looked back at Geet and glared at Geet again, Geet simply winked at him and walked off to serve her family. He looked at her with his mouth wide open. Did she just wink at me? Then he shook his head as he realised that the girl managed to make him speechless twice in one day. He smiled tenderly. The girl was definitely something different than what he had seen till now.

Soon Daarji suggested that the girl and the boy could go and have a private chat on the terrace. This way they could get to know each other. Daadima agreed and soon Brij was taking both of them to the terrace. Once left alone in terrace, Geet walked to the parapet and leaned over the ledge of the terrace. She looked out at the scenery and Maan followed her and stood by her, his arms folded against his chest, looking at the scenery too.

"Toh poochiye", Geet spoke as she looked at him, "Jo poochna hai!"

Maan frowned, "Poochna?"

"Hey Babaji!", the girl slapped her forehead as she stared at him with wide eyes, her voice taking a higher pitch, "Aap itni jaldi bhool gaye? Daadima ne aapke baare mein bahut kuch bataaya, par aap bhullakkad hain yeh nahi bataaya!"

"Hey Babaji! Yeh mera saath kaisa dhoka hua hai!", Geet cried out while Maan looked at her bewildered. What?

Suddenly, Geet took one look at his confused expression and burst out laughing. Now Maan was even more confused. Once she calmed down she looked at him impishly, "How was my acting?"

Maan finally realised that she was teasing him and rolled his eyes.

Geet then smiled at him, "But seriously aapko yaad nahi, main jab aapse mili thi maine kahaa tha ki aapko mujhse jo jo poochna hai woh soch leejiye kyunki shaam ko hum formally milne waale hain!"

Maan closed his eyes, "Oh yes! I do remember you saying something like that!"

Geet chuckled, "Toh poochiye! Jo dil mein aaye pooch leejiye!"

When Maan had agreed to see girls for his marriage, he had a list of questions ready in his mind that he wanted to ask every girl. And he had asked those questions to every girl he met. But today looking at a smiling Geet, he did not want to ask the questions. Somehow he had the feeling that this girl would pass every question he asked with flying colors. It was as if she was the one he was waiting for. It was as if she was the part missing from his life till now and now that he found her, he did not want to let her go by asking questions. She seemed to be the answers to all his questions.

Maan shook his head, "I don't think I have any questions!"

Geet's eyes widened and then the smile on her lips turned wide. He smiled back at her and they stood there in silence.

Suddenly, Maan remembered something and he could not resist from telling Geet about it, "By the way, I met your sister yesterday!"

"Sister?", now it was Geet's turn to be bewildered.

"Haan! Your sister! Preet!", Maan spoke.

Geet burst out laughing, "I don't have any sister!", she told him laughingly, "I am the only daughter of this house!"

"But I saw her!", Maan cried out.

Geet shook her head, "Nahi baba! Aur koi hogi! Meri koi behen nahi hai! I am the only daughter of Handa House! And that is why Daarji loves me so much! He always wanted a daughter but his wife died after giving birth to one child, my dad! Kehte hain ki jab Ma ko ladki hui toh Daarji ne saare pind mein mithaai baati thi! Infact, isliye Daarji Ma ko itna sammaan dete hain, unki har baat maante hain, aur unki daant bhi khaate hain, kyunki Ma ne unki beti ki ichcha poori kardi! Warna iss pind mein ek bhi ghar nahi jahaan ghar ki bahu ko itna sammaan diya jaata ho! Daarji kabhi Ma ki baat nahi taalenge kyunki Ma ne unhein poti ke roop mein, mere roop mein iss ghar ko beti di hai!"

Maan was beyond confused now as Preet's face flashed in front of him, "What? Really? You don't have a sister? An elder sister who calls you Soni?"

Geet shook her head, "Nahi! Aisi koi bhi nahi hai!"

Maan looked on confused and then he remembered something. Geet had penchant for pranks! What if... what if it was Geet there pranking innocent people? It could be possible. He suddenly looked at Geet in new light.

"It was you!", Maan burst out as he looked at Geet with wide eyes.

"Me?", Geet asked in confusion.

Maan chuckled, "You are the prankster!", Maan stated.

"Haan! Yeh toh sabko pata hai! Kuch naya bataayiye!", Geet giggled.

"No! ... I mean... Uh!", Maan stuttered, "You are the one who pranked me yesterday night!"

"Night? Yesterday? Kab? Main toh aapse aaj mili hoon!", Geet looked at him curiously.

"Woh tum hi thi! Kal raat ko! Singh Lodge mein! Around midnight!", Maan spoke in short sentences still unable to believe that the girl pranked him so elaborately. Then he remembered that how the Lodge owner spoke about ghost being in the Lodge for a while. It must be Geet and her friends who were pranking the people at the Lodge for the last few months.

"Midnight? Lekin main toh raat ke nau baje so jaati hoon!", Geet spoke innocently. Too innocently, Maan mused as he smirked. Oh yes! He has unraveled one of her pranks. Ha! And she thought she could prank Maan Singh Khurana so easily. Ghost My Foot! Yeh toh jeeti jaagti insaan hai!

"Achcha! Aur woh kaun thi jo Naina Barse Rimjhim Rimjhim gala phaad rahi thi? Tumhaari bhoot?", Maan asked annoyed.

Geet blinked in surprise, "Naina Barse! Yeh kaun sa gaana hai? Naina thug lenge suna hai! O Re Naina bhi suna hai! Par Naina Barse? Pehle toh nahi suna? Kaunse movie ka hai?"

Maan narrowed his eyes, now sure that the girl was pulling his leg. But he decided to play along, "From that 60s movie Woh Kaun Thi!"

Geet burst out laughing, "Yeh kaun se zamaane ki gaano ke baare mein baat kar rahe hain aap! I don't like old songs! Mujhe toh naye gaane pasand hai! Yo Yo Honey Singh!"

Maan frowned, "Who is Honey Singh?"

"Aapko Yo Yo nahi pata?", Geet stared at him with wide eyes, "Nahi! Main aapse shaadi nahi kar sakti!"

Maan's jaw dropped open and Geet continued, "Jo insaan ko Yo Yo Honey Singh nahi pata main usse shaadi nahi kar sakti!"

Maan blinked as he stared at the girl in shock.

When the girl noticed his expression, she burst out laughing again. "Maan!", Geet said in a sing song voice, "Aapko chedna kitna aasaan hai!"

Maan rolled his eyes. This girl was definitely crazy! His patience was wearing thin and with a touch of anger in his voice, he asked, "Don't lie Geet! Tell me! Was it you who pranked me or not?"

Geet shrugged and looked at him mischievously, "May be! Maybe not! A prankster never tells her secrets you know!" With a giggle she turned to walk away and Maan realised that he did not want her to go. No, not yet! Don't go! Abhi Na Jaao Chhod Kar Ke Dil Abhi Bhara Nahi...

Maan grabbed Geet's hand stopping her effectively. As Geet turned around and looked at him curiously, Maan realised that Geet had mesmerized him with her pranks and her bold nature. Her sassy nature actually impressed him and he felt like she was mystery he did not mind solving his whole life. I am smitten!

"Haath kyun pakda?", Geet asked when Maan did not say anything.

Maan took a deep breath and spoke in a calm and sincere voice, "Jab Daadima poochegi ki mujhe tum pasand ho ki nahi, main haan kehne waala hoon! Main iss rishte ke liye haan kehne waala hoon!"

Geet's eyes widened but Maan was not finished. He dropped her hand now that he knew she was staying and listening, "Geet! Tumne mujhe subah bataaya ki tum mujhe pasand karne lagi ho Daadima ki baatein sunne ke baad! Ab mujhe pata nahi ki Daadima ne mere baare mein tumhein kya bataaya hai! Lekin main tumhein apne baare mein apne shabdon mein kuch kehna chaahta hoon!"

When Geet did not move, Maan continued, "Main koi seedha saadha insaan nahi hoon Geet! I am what people call complicated! I brood a lot! Kab ek kona pakadke apne khayaalon mein kho jaaun mujhe pata nahi! I have a very short temper aur choti choti baaton pe mera ghussa hona normal hai! Maine kabhi life ko enjoy nahi kiya Geet kyunki maine apne Maa Baap ko bahut chote umar mein kho diya. Daaadima ne mujhe sambhaala, paala posa aur aaj main unhein sambhaal raha hoon! Mujhe ek bhi naya song nahi pata, including that Yo Yo fellow you were talking about!"

Geet's jaw dropped open as she gave him a mock shocked look. Maan chuckled at her expression and she laughed back.

Maan shook his head, "Seriously Geet! I don't know new songs aur last time maine movie dekhi thi was when I was a teenager. I think I still remember its name! Raja Hindustani I think! Infact, I have never even seen a multiplex from inside!"

Geet again gasped mockingly but Maan went serious, "I am not perfect Geet! I am many flaws! Mere saath rishta nibhaana bilkul bhi aasaan nahi hai! Ab bataao Geet! Mujhe jaanne ke baad kya ab bhi tum iss shaadi ke liye tayyaar ho? Do you still want to marry me?"

Geet tapped her forefinger on her cheek as if she was thinking, "Hmmm..."

Then she gave him a saucy smirk, "You know what! Kyun na hum neeche chale aur main aapko sabke saamne aapko jawaab doon!"

Geet turned and walked away and Maan raised an eyebrow. Yes! Life would be very interesting being married to this girl!

Maan followed Geet downstairs and the moment they reached the hall their family accosted them.

"Maan bete! Kya socha hai tumne?"

"Geet puttar! Twannu yeh munda pasand aaya na?"

"Geet! Sach bol! Tujhe Maanji pasand aaye na?"
"Oye Geette! Kya bolti hai? Shaddi karegi ya isko bhi tata bye bye bolegi?"

"Geta betaji! Sach bolo! Apne Daarji se dil khol ke baat karo! Maan twannu pasand hega ki nai?"

Maan spoke first, "Daadima! Mujhe Geet pasand hai!"

Daadima looked at him with surprise and then surprise turned to happiness. She turned to Geet and looked at her expectantly. Geet looked at Maan and then at her family members. Her father and mother looked anxious while her Daarji smiled at her indulgently. Brij looked on curiously.

Geet walked to her mother and hugged her. She pulled away and ordered her mother, "Jaao Ma! Apni kudi ki vyah di tayyaari karo!"

Rano's face transformed as her lips smiled widely while her eyes teared up. Her doll was getting married.

Geet grinned happily. She was getting married to the man who captured her heart. Her mother kissed her forehead and Geet turned to the males of her family eager to see their smiles and happiness. But she was disappointed to see that none of them seem to be happy.

Geet frowned, "Oye! Mere ghar ke sheron! Aisa kya hogaya aap teeno ko jo itne chup ho? Twaddi Geet di shaadi hai! Khushiyaan manaao! Bhangda paao!" Maan, Daadima and Rano looked at the Handa men confusedly. All three looked very sad. Her Daarji walked away and sat on the sofa. His face showed nothing but sorrow. Geet walked towards her Daarji worried about him. She sat on her knees in front of him, "Ki hoya Daarji? Kuch toh bolo! Apni sherni nu nahi bataaoge?"

Daarji gave her a sad smile, "Oye meri bulbul! Teri shaadi hogi toh tu mennu chadke chali jaayegi! Meri ghar ki hasi ghar se chali jaayegi! Toh bata, kaise main khush ho jaaun puttar?"

Geet's eyes teared up and she hugged her Daarji tightly, "Fikar not Daarji! Main roz aapko phone karungi! Aur har mahine aapse milne aaungi!"

"Lekin betaji! Baat pehle jaisi nai hoga na! Tu toh kisi aur ke ghar ki shaan kehlaayegi! Hum toh apne bachchi kho denge!", Daarji explained.

"Bhai saab!", Daadima spoke up with a smile on her face, "Aap yeh kyun soch rahe hain ki aap apni beti kho rahe hain! Yeh sochiye na, ki beti ki shaadi karke aap apne liye ek aur beta le aaye hain! Agar Geet humaari hui toh Maan bhi toh aapka hua na?"

"Haan Pappaji! Bachchon ko aashirwaad deejiye! Dono apni zindagi ke agle daur mein chale hain! Unki shuruvaat aansuon se mat keejiye!", Rano tried to convince her father-in-law. When Daarji did not budge she turned to her husband and son, "Aap dono toh kuch samjheeye! Geet ke liye yeh khushi ka din hai! Use uski pasand ka jeevan saathi mila hai! Uski khushi ke din pe toh uska saath deejiye!"

Mohinder was the first one to move as he went and hugged Maan, "Maan bete! Aaj se aap humaare ghar ke damad nahi, bete hue!"

Brij also moved ahead and hugged Maan, "Welcome to Handa family Maan ji!" Then he pulled away and commented, "Aur aaj se humaare ghar ki musibat aapki hui!"

Geet's jaw dropped open as she looked at her brother, "Kya kahaan?"

"Aur nahi toh kya, har waqt mennu prank karti rehti hai! Ab jaa! Abhi se apni pati ko sata aur hum sabka peecha chod!"

"Daarji! Dekha aapne? Iss khotte ne kya kahaan?", Geet stood on her feet with her hands on her hips.

Brij continued to tease her, "Ab bas teri shaadi tak ki der hai phir iss ghar ka sabse best kamra mera!"

Geet stormed upto him and pointed her forefinger at her, "Oye! Woh kamra mera hai, aur meri hi rahega!"

Brij remained unmoved by Geet's antics, "Aur Maan ji, agar aapko yeh jyaada sataaye na toh mennu aake bataana! Main isko sambhaal lunga!" Maan looked on amusedly while Geet fumed, "Waah! Bhai mera aur side inki le raha hai? Tujhe inhein dhamki dena chaahiye ki meri behen ko theek se nahi rakha toh tujhe dekh lunga aur tu hai ki mujhe sambhaalne ki baat kar raha hai? Thair! Tujhe toh main sambhaalti hun!" She pulled out her one of her shoes and seeing this Brij ran away from there.

Wielding her shoe like some weapon Geet ran right after him. Seeing this, everyone in the hall burst out laughing including Daarji, Maan and Daadima. Daarji finally got up from his seat and walked to Maan. Hugging him he mumbled, "Meri sherni ka khayaal rakhna! Shaitaani hai, ziddi hai lekin dil ki badi naazuk hai! Meri bulbul ka dil na todna!"

Maan nodded and took Daarji's aashirwaad.

"Gaya! Khotta ghar ke baahar! Warna dikhaati isko!", Geet announced as she walked inside the house.

Daadima walked to her new bahu and hugged her. Geet was surprised and was about to hug her back when she remembered the jhoota in her hand. She shrieked as she dropped it and Maan chuckled again. She hugged Daadima and Daadima pulled away, "Humaari ghar mein sach mein khushiyon ki bahaar banke aa rahi ho beta! Waada karo ki jaise iss ghar mein tumhaari khushiyon ki kilkaari har waqt goonjti hai waise hi hungama humaare ghar bhi machaaogi!"

Geet grinned and nodded and soon the Rano hugged Daadima and next Geet found herself hugged by everyone in her family. Just as she turned away from her mother, she came face to face with Maan. She was about to hug him too when she realised what she was doing and she stopped herself.

"Mujhe hug nahi milega?", he asked softly, teasingly.

Geet playfully looked at him, "Phir kabhi! Aaj ke hug ka quota khatam!" She huffed and walked away. Maan chuckled at her fun loving nature.

Just then Brij arrived and shouted, "Oye! Khush khabri hi kya jis mein dhol na baje, bhangda na paaya!"

All looked on in shock as Brij ushered in some men dressed in traditional Punjabi wearing holding dhols and other instruments with them. They started playing and Brij started to do Bhangda with them. Daarji and Geet's father joined them and Daadima pushed Maan into foray. Geet also joined them and Maan again came face to face with Geet, "Congratulations Miss. Handa! We are getting married!" Geet smiled back broadly as their family continued to dance.

So people, tell me, do you like my prankster Geet?

And did my banner scare you? It did scare me I admit!

Tell me your thoughts on both the topics when you review!

See you on 31st December with some Maaneet romance!

Thank you, take care and have fun,

Kalpana

CHARACTER SKETCH

Maan Singh Khurana, 32 years old

Geet Handa, 24 years old

Daadima aka Savitri Devi Khurana

Sukhdevlaal Handa aka Daarji

Mohinder Laal Handa and Rano Handa

Brij Handa, 25 years old

superb update

Hilarious update! Loved it. Maan aur Geet ka rishta pakka ho gaya!

Chapter 3
That was brilliant. Maan ke observation skills ke kya kehne... One glance and he could give differences between Geet and Preet in bullet points.

Geet is cool.. All vibrant and sassy! I already adore her. Her spunnk is something! Maan ke lattu hone se pehle Geet fida ho gai.

So Preet looks like Geet. Is she some ancestor of Hands?? Because Darji seems really fond of a daughter as the Handas have not had a daughter. I really loved the Handa men.

Dadima and Geet are already bonded. So Maan tough times. Maan likes her a lot. I admired his honesty.

Love at first sight wala mamla ho gaya. Story is really intriguing! Ab Preet ka kya case hai??

The curious case of Geet's doppleganger!!

Superb update

wah, kya dhamakedaar entry this geet ki. in love with this prankster geet. chalo miya biwi razi ab jaldi karwao shaadi. BT mystery is still on. who is preet if not geet's sis?