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(Part 33)
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Part 34
G - Wait!!! Stop!
Lady A - What happened?
G- That ummm... can I crash at your place tonight?
Last A- My place? Did you and Sir have that big of a fight?
G- No... just…can I?
Last A – Sure. Sure. Beauty sleeping at my place tonight. No objection at all.
Lady A drives to her own apartment and both go inside.
Last A insists on giving up her room to Geet while she settles outside on the couch.
Geet sits on the bed blankly feeling as if the whole evening was a dream.
She is contemplating which line of sorcery Maan originated from.
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Maan is sitting at the back seat of his car eyes closed.
Feeling the slight alcohol buzz.
Geet's shy laugh still echoing in his ears as she danced close to him.
Assistant (driving the car) – Sir, we have arrived.
When the assisted doesn't get any response from Maan.
He turns around to check if he was okay.
Looked like he was just sleepy, so the Assistant speaks a bit louder.
Assistant - Sir? Sir!!
M -What?
Assistant - We have arrived home.
M - Oh.
He opens the car door.
He sees it is his own empty house they have arrived at.
He leans back in the car again and massages his forehead, messing up his hair.
Trying hard to let things go but all he could rationalize was that he should be at someplace else.
Why am I trying so hard to do opposite of what I want... what we both want.
Why am I being so stupid and stubborn.
She didn't say no, and we are both adults.
And we are both... why am I still here. I need to go.
He takes out his phone to see how late it was.
Was it too late already?
If I go now, will it become awkward?
Finally, he just calls Geet.
If she says yes, he is going to go over. Simple.
Geet picks up his call instantly.
G - Hello?! Are you okay?
M - Hmm I am fine.
G - Have you left? Did your assistant find you?
M - Hmm after few more drinks, he found me. Where are you?
G - I am at lady A’s place. I am crashing here tonight.
M - So... you don't go back home...
Maan asks feeling disappointed.
Banging the back of his head against the car seat.
G - Yeah, I didn't…
M - Why?
Why does she have to suddenly turn so obedient!?
He is really regretting his sober self's decision right now.
Maan finally gets out of the car.
And walked into his apartment.
He kicks away his shoes.
Pulls off his tie.
Throws away his jacket.
All the while waiting for Geet to respond.
After a minute there is Geet’s voice again.
G- Are you still there?
M – Yeah.
Geet buries her face in the pillow not knowing how to respond.
She couldn't say it's because he told her not to go home.
Then if he asks her to come back. Will she come back?
G - I don't want things to get complicated.
M - We are both adults. We know what we are doing. It's not complicated.
G - It's not?
M - Damn it babe. It is!
Geet blushes hearing this new way he addressed her.
She isn't sure what she wants but she is liking how it is making her feel.
Maan reaches his bedroom and sees the empty bed.
He lets out an audible sigh and lays down.
He didn't know what to say to her or what he should or shouldn't say to her.
G - I have seen you drink before. What happened today?
M – You.
G – Why? What did I do?
M - You looked especially hot today. I mean you always look pretty. You know you are pretty too. But I always thought you were a beautiful kid, trying to make believe as an adult.
G - I am not a kid! I never wanted to be treated like a kid.
M. - I didn't treat you like one today. And then you ran away.
Geet clutches onto her dress.
M - Will you come back if I ask you to?
G – No.
M - Not even if I ask nicely?
Geet giggles thinking all the ‘Dears’ and ‘Wifes’ he says when he tries to be extra nice.
G – Nope.
Maan breathes hard hearing her laugh.
M - Do you know how sexy your laugh is?
Geet’s giggle stopps abruptly.
Her breath caught in her chest.
She didn't know.
M - Can you laugh again?
Geet couldn't laugh.
She was busy trying hard to calm down from all the random innuendo he was throwing at her.
M - Please babe.
She gives a fake hahaha laugh.
Maan chuckles deeply into the phone.
His voice dropping an octave.
M - Still sexy.
Geet pulls the phone away from her and covers her reddened ear with her hand.
It really felt like he was next to her, whimpering into her ear.
She wonderes herself how red her neck and ear turn when she blushes.
M - Your dress…is it new?
G – Mhmm
M - Are you still wearing it?
G - Yeah... I can't reach the back zipper.
M - I could have helped you unzip it.
G – Ahmm…I mean it's stuck... its... the zip.
M - I can also help you rip it off.
Maan could imagine the flimsy fabric easily ripping under his hands.
Geet buries her face in the pillow.
She didn't know if she wanted to go get it off this this herself or... or... she remembers how effortlessly he had picked her up and carried her around.
She could feel the sensation of his hands brushing against her back as he had held her on the dance floor.
Edited by NilzStorywriter - 1 years ago
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