MG | Protect The Boss | Ch.28, pg 48 [20/02] - Page 14

Maan was sat cross legged on his bed, typing vehemently on the laptop in front of him.

"Hey!"

The familiar voice jolted him out of his attention, as he looked up to see a beaming Geet.

"Geet?" he asked, looking at her up & down in surprise. She wore a simple white anarkali suit, her face was devoid of make up, her loose curls fell around her face messily, yet she still looked like an angel.

Her alluring hazel eyes were shining as she wiggled her eyebrows like a child. "Guess what I brought with me?"

She retrieved a silver platter from the nearby table, a platter which Maan didn't even know had been there.

"Ladoos!" she grinned, and plopped down on the bed opposite him, mimicking his sitting position. She pushed the screen of his laptop down & set it aside.

"Geet, what are you-"

"Shh." She placed the plate in the middle of the two, then winked. "We're going to play a favourite childhood game of mine." Her eyes widened as she leaned closer & whispered, "A ladoo eating competition."

Before Maan could say anything further, Geet began stuffing ladoos in her mouth.

And before he had a chance to blink, she grabbed a ladoo & stuffed in in his mouth.

"Geet!" he exclaimed between mouthfuls. "What the hell is this-"

She grabbed another ladoo & brought it to his mouth, but he grabbed her wrist with too much force, sending her flying on top of him.

Maan's hands instantly gripped her waist to prevent her from toppling over him Geet grabbed his collar for support. He saw her serene face mere inches away from his, her doe eyes unblinking, her hair acted as a shield between the two as it fell past Maan's face.

Still unblinking, Geet bit her lip attracting Maan's gaze instantly towards her perfect lips. He heard his heart beat rise in anticipation, but before he could even think about making a move, she whispered, "I think we squished the ladoos.

A strange second's silence fell between them, then Geet broke into her musical laughter, leaving Maan bewildered & amused himself. Her hands tightened around his collar as her body shook in uncontrollable laughter, her curls bouncing around with every movement of her head.

Maan wanted to kiss her then.

He blinked his eyes fast, as if attempting to block out such thoughts, but it didn't help when Geet was still hovering over him & looking even more so beautiful with her captivating smile.

"Whew," she breathed as she rolled off Maan, catching her breath from her intense laughing session. He noticed that she was without a dupatta, making her womanly assets more revealing...

'Maan, stop thinking like a teenage boy!' he scolded himself, peeling his eyes off her as he sat up on the bed. 'You've seen her wear shirts & skirts at the office, so why are you turned on by the way she looks in traditional wear? Tell her to leave Maan, tell her to go & to take her ladoos with her.'

He looked back to where Geet had been standing a few minutes ago, but she was gone. Confused, he jumped off his bed & looked around the room.

"Geet?' he called uncertainly, wondering if he was dreaming when he heard her giggling again from outside. Opening his bedroom window & walking out onto his balcony, Maan found Geet stood at the balcony, perfectly poised with the perfectly intact, non squished tray of ladoos.

She must have read the question on his face, as she simply said, "I never run out of ladoos."

Geet grinned her infamous smile once more, as the wind ran through her hair, sending it billowingly beautifully behind her.

"Ladoo!" Maan jolted upright in bed, panting heavily. He ran a hand through his thick mass of hair as he looked at his bedside clock it was 3am in the morning.

"What. The. Hell," he clambered out of bed, pulling his black vest on and walking out onto his balcony. "Why was I dreaming of ladoos? More importantly, why was I dreaming of Geet with ladoos?!"

He cautiously looked around, half expecting her to appear with the plate of ladoos again.

"No, Maan. It's ok, no ladoo competitions," he reassured himself as he breathed in the fresh air of the night, trying to decipher what his dream had meant...

***

Who said ladoos can't be romantic? 😉 happy belated Valentines day to all!