The Bride & The Knight ~ Maneet SS ~ Updated Chapter 2 @ p.n. 5 ~ 14/7 - Page 2

Chapter 1: when Bride met her Knight

The bustling streets of the city seemed like a labyrinth of urgency and purpose. Cars honked impatiently, vendors shouted to attract customers, and pedestrians hurried along, each consumed by their own destinations and deadlines. Yet, in the heart of this chaos, CID officer Maan Khurana moved with a calm determination that set him apart.

Maan had seen it all. Years of serving in the Criminal Investigation Department had honed his instincts and sharpened his reflexes. Tall, with an athletic build and piercing eyes, he commanded respect and attention wherever he went. Today, as he strode into the headquarters, he sensed that something significant was about to unfold.

"Officer Khurana, the chief wants to see you," said a junior officer, saluting as Maan entered the building. Nodding in acknowledgment, Maan made his way to the chief's office. The chief, a seasoned officer with graying hair and a stern expression, looked up as Maan knocked on the door and entered.

"Ah, Maan, take a seat," the chief said, motioning towards a chair in front of his desk. Maan complied, his curiosity piqued by the chief's unusually somber tone.

"We have an assignment for you, Maan," the chief began, sliding a file across the desk. "It's a bit out of the ordinary, but given your expertise in handling high-risk situations, we believe you're the best man for the job."

Maan opened the file and scanned the contents. It detailed the security arrangements for the wedding of Geet Handa, the daughter of a prominent politician, Mohinder Handa. The Handa family had recently received several threats from political rivals, and ensuring Geet's safety had become a top priority.

"The threats are credible," the chief continued, leaning back in his chair. "Mohinder Handa has made many enemies over the years, and it appears that some of them are targeting his family to get to him. Geet's wedding is a high-profile event, and we can't afford any lapses in security." he had kept his daughter in small town on the border of the city to keep her safe from the threats...it's been few years now...she has been living away in the town.

Maan absorbed the information, his mind already working through the logistics. Maan looked up, meeting the chief's gaze. "Understood, sir. I'll need a team of our best officers, and we'll need to coordinate closely with local law enforcement and private security hired by the Handa family."

"Of course," the chief agreed. "You'll have full authority to make the necessary arrangements. Your primary objective is to ensure that Geet Handa remains safe at all times, especially during the wedding ceremonies."

As Maan left the chief's office, he felt a mixture of anticipation and responsibility. This assignment was not just about protecting a high-profile individual; it was about safeguarding a young woman on one of the most important days of her life. He gathered his team, briefing them on the situation and outlining their roles.

It was a warm June Friday, the sun was shining brightly, and the birds were chirping merrily in the trees. The same day, Maan and his team arrived at the Handa residence, a sprawling mansion surrounded by manicured gardens and guarded by an imposing gate. As they entered the premises, they were greeted by the few guards who checked with them.

Inside the big house, everyone was busy getting ready for a huge party. You could smell delicious spices in the air, and there was music playing that made you feel excited. Maan watched everything carefully, noticing how much work was being put into getting everything ready for the wedding.

his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings. As a CID officer, he was trained to be vigilant, and today his mission was to protect Geet Handa, the daughter of a prominent politician, through her wedding preparations.

Meanwhile, upstairs in her room, a young woman with deep brown eyes and long brown hair, was preparing for her wedding day. She was the daughter of a prominent politician, and as such, her life had always been one of privilege and protection. Little did she know, however, that her life was about to take an unexpected turn when she crossed paths with Maan, a stranger who would become her guardian angel.

Geet had always been surrounded by bodyguards due to her father's high-profile career, but on this particular day, she found herself alone in her room, lost in thought as she contemplated her upcoming marriage. She and Kunal has been friends from childhood but from last few years from when she was kept in town like caged bird...they both has lost the contact with each other...him being busy with his father's business and after this years gap suddenly her father came with this marriage proposal for her. she hadn't refused her father for anything..being obedient baby girl of her father...it's not like she feared her father much but she respect him way too much...for her, her father was everything after her mother left her in her tender age.

Suddenly, there was a gentle knock on the door. "Come in," Geet called out, her heart fluttering slightly at the interruption.

Her best friend, Pinky barged in like her usual habit. oh geet...you look awesome...she admired her friend who had draped in beautiful dress...she was actually checking with the measurement and ornaments of the upcoming function....

she blushed hearing her then composing herself, she asked her, tu bata, why you came in running like this...

oh teri..look I forgot...

like your usual habit,' geet teased with giggle...the only solace she had in this golden cage was her best friend and few maid friends there...who has been there always with her like shadow.

there downstairs, tailor has come to take your measurements for your wedding attire. “Geet, the tailor is really handsome. You should totally check him out!” Pinky teased with a mischievous grin...having mistaking maan and his colleagues as people from town...as everyone wore village clothes to hide their identity and mixed with people of town.

“Oh, Pinky! You and your wild imaginations,” Geet laughed, but her curiosity was piqued. she was eager to see her wedding dress...she was excited for marriage like any other girl of her age. they waited for few minutes but there was no sign of him...while downstairs maan was still examining the surrounding and wanted to meet Mr. Handa who supposed to come from Delhi today.

when pinky became frustrated and rushed out to call him on geet's insistent... she called out for the maid and sent her to call him and send him to geet's room.

let's go... geet memsaab had called you...?' the maid called out to him and he was startled, 'Gee memsahib par hum toh handa sir se milne aaye hai.'

let's go fast... she has been waiting...' the maid was insisting so much... and maan was already alert...he decided to check on her... he turned to other officers, tell Mr. handa about me when he arrives.

they nodded in agreement before dispersing everywhere.

geet was checking on her dress circling around herself while watching her reflection in the mirror and that's how maan found her...he watched her beautiful sight through the window of her room and was left mesmerized.

Geet Handa stood out with her beauty and grace. She was stunning, with long, dark hair cascading down her back and eyes that sparkled with intelligence and warmth. There was a grace about her, a quiet strength that Maan admired instantly.

The door was kept opened so he stood at her doorstep and cleared his throat to get her attention.

geet turned around, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight of Maan. "oh tailor ji finally you are here...why did you take this much long...'

Maan blinked, momentarily taken aback by her assumption and broke in small smile seeing her assuming him as tailor.

you are laughing? how dare you to laugh over me...Geet handa!? she made o shape face glaring him with brown eyes.

no..no...madam..i am not laughing over you...baat yeh hai ki...

'don't tell me any excuses now...let’s take my measurement fast...last time the dress was not made of my choice at all...it was lost like size of my grandmother...and i want modern style blouse. Do you understand..now

But listen to me first...’ maan tried to explain her again but geet was a if in own tune didn’t let him speak anything...

Tape laya tumne,? She didn't let him speak but inturpted again seeing his blank expression, 'Nahi.....hai babaji... who made you tailor...' she hits her forehead

Chaddo..mein deti hu... taking a tape measure from a nearby table and handing it to him. “Let’s start with the bust,” she said, lifting her chin confidently.

Maan blinked, realizing the mix-up. He opened his mouth to clarify, but the sight of Geet’s earnest expression stopped him. There was something disarmingly charming about her.

Maan swallowed hard, his pulse quickening. He stepped closer, carefully placing the tape around her bu*t, his fingers brushing against her skin. Geet inhaled sharply, feeling an unexpected jolt of electricity at his touch.

As Maan measured, he could feel the warmth radiating from her. His breath hitched slightly when he noticed how close their faces were. Geet’s eyes met his, and for a moment, the world outside ceased to exist.

To be continued...

Hey friends, here is first chapter..hope it has come out well....I had taken my cousin's help in writing little portion of it....

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