Something About Us- MG || (Part 51|Page 52) - Page 2

Loved it!!!

Geet is struggling with her career, it's better she get along with Maan. Even he had liked her, opening his car door when she was walking on road was it coincidence or was he stalking her. And he brought her to penthouse.

Was Geet scared. She got missed out for 6 months. Hope they meet again. Maan had liked her acting or watching her ads. That's so sweet of him.

Hi

Nice to read this new take on the story.

Maan is affected by her more deeply, and loved that he doesn't want to let go without a fight. But is he doing it for love?? Like acknowledging his feelings for her. Or it's something else!

Part 2

Great update… excellently written

so Geet went with Maan

her question and curiosity were anticipated

of cos she is drawn to Maan like a moth to a flame

her hesitation was justified

nevertheless to she went with Maan

well the place is detached and cold just like Maan

her thoughts were reasonable

ahh she was there as she wanted to be there

at least they both do not play games

Gosh he kissed her again and she reciprocated

for Maan this does not change anything

Geet was indeed upset hearing this

oh she feels used

can understand why she left

now she decided to avoid Maan at all costs

however Maan was affected by her

his thoughts well portrayed

Maan is certainly intrigued by Geet

his frustration was expected

she is different from others

at least he sent her a message

alas she did not respond

not surprised she blocked him

hmm six months have passed and no sign of Geet

he even watched her performances

great that he acknowledged her talent

he feels a connection..........

update soon

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nice update

geet is running from maan n detach herself from him

maan wants geet in his life

but not able to approach her

maan can see potential in geet

geet thinks maan is playing game with her so she clearly says that she is not interested in any game

Part 2

Curious Update

Maan taking Geet to his penthouse and sharing a kiss

with her but this also somehow scares Geet and she leaves

immediately but worst it seems like she has gone back to her home

while Maan still cannot forget her

oh now I hope soon both meet somehow

Amazing update hope geet is okay, maan is getting worried for geet

Very interesting story

Maan totally intrigued by geet she is so different and is amking his life interesting he has gone onto lookimg her up and watching all the things she has been on he can see her potential and feels she is wasted in what she has been doing

Time for him to step in and give her a boost

But inlynof he finds her na she has disappeared and not replied to him

He is missing her andnrwalises thatbthey do have some connection

Wonder what geet is upto she has been avoiding him Completely

Part 3

One particularly restless night, Maan found himself pacing his penthouse, the vast space feeling emptier than ever. He glanced at his phone, again contemplating whether to try and contact her through a different number or email. But what would he say? How could he explain the turmoil that had become his daily existence since she left?

*Am I obsessed?* he mused, running a hand through his hair. *Why can’t I move on?*

In truth, he knew he was. But it was more than just infatuation; it was the connection they had forged, however fleeting. He craved that unpredictability she brought into his life, the way she challenged him without even realizing it. He wanted to see her succeed, to see her shine in a world that tried to dim her light.

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The party was winding down. The chatter had faded, leaving the faint clinking of utensils as the catering staff packed up. Maan sat at the corner of the bar, nursing his drink. His usual smirk was absent, replaced by a vacant stare into the amber liquid swirling in his glass.

Maybe he was a little too drunk. Maybe that was the point.

The bartender was cleaning up, and most of the guests had already left. Maan signaled for another drink.

But maybe it was time to leave. He semi-stumbled off the barstool, the world tilting slightly under his feet. He wasn’t just drunk—he was seeing things. A familiar silhouette caught his eye across the dimly lit venue.

Her.

But it couldn’t be. She looked… different.

The girl he remembered had long hair, a timid demeanor, and a polished exterior. This woman was instructing the catering staff, her shoulder-length hair tucked behind her ears, dressed in a checked shirt and jeans. She wasn’t wearing a trace of makeup, yet she looked effortlessly beautiful.

Maan squinted, trying to steady himself. Drunken imagination, nothing more. But his legs didn’t listen. They carried him toward her, his grin widening at the absurdity of it all. He was halfway there before she turned.

Her eyes widened in recognition, and in an instant, her confident stance faltered. She froze, her lips parting as if to say something, but no words came out.

For a moment, neither of them moved.

The bane of her existence. The stain on her life. The first man she ever kissed.

Geet’s brain scrambled for control. Her inner system crashed and rebooted. Of all the places, of all the times—why here? Why now?

But before she could recover, Maan stumbled. She instinctively caught his arm to steady him, her touch confirming the worst: this wasn’t a hallucination.

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Maan woke up to a pounding headache and unfamiliar surroundings. His mouth felt dry, and his head spun. The last thing he remembered was seeing her. Her.

Was it real? Or had he drunk himself into a vivid fantasy?

He sat up, the room slowly coming into focus. Simple furniture, neatly arranged. A smell wafted from somewhere—a mix of spices and something fresh. He walked out and found her bustling around, dressed in pajamas and a loose T-shirt, her phone pressed to her ear as she checked off a list.

She glanced at him briefly, wordlessly handing him a glass of lime juice before returning to her call.

He took a sip. It was incredible. How could lime juice be this good?

She moved seamlessly between the kitchen and the room, her focus entirely on her tasks. Maan set the glass down and started toward the door.

But before he could leave, she tugged his arm, still on her call, and gestured for him to sit.

He sat, confused, as she placed a plate of food in front of him—mini idlis, upma, and chutney. She didn’t say a word, disappearing back into the kitchen.

Maan leaned against the kitchen doorframe, watching her work.

“Whatever… my part of the payment is…” he started awkwardly.

“What payment?” she replied without turning, her tone matter-of-fact. “The breakfast is free. And this is my place, not a hotel. No room charges either.”

Her words were blunt, and her demeanor was… different. Gone was the hesitant, wide-eyed girl he remembered. This version of Geet was composed, practical, and oddly distant.

“You’re different,” he muttered, half to himself.

She finally turned to look at him. “People change.” Her voice was steady, but her eyes avoided his.

“You got into catering, huh?” he asked, gesturing to the neatly packed food containers.

She nodded, busying herself with another task. “Had to. My previous plans didn’t pan out.”

There was no bitterness in her tone, just a quiet acceptance.

“What happened?” he pressed.

“I went bankrupt,” she said simply, looking him in the eye for the first time. “Too poor to continue pursuing anything else.”

Her words hit harder than he expected. He knew, deep down, that he’d played a role in her downfall.

He shifted uncomfortably. “What you were trying to do back then… it was wrong,” he said cautiously.

She shrugged, her focus still on her work. “I know.”

He fell silent, unsure of what to say next. Finally, he tried to lighten the mood. “The haircut suits you.”

She didn’t acknowledge the compliment.

“You could say thank you,” he added, a hint of his old charm slipping through.

She turned; her expression unreadable. “My family burnt my hair. It doesn’t grow properly anymore.”

Her words hung in the air, heavy and sharp. He frowned, taken aback. What kind of family would do that?

She turned away, resuming her work. “You were drunk,” she said, as if to end the conversation. “You passed out. I brought you here. That’s it.”

“And?”

“And then morning happened.”

“It’s been months,” he said softly, watching her.

She nodded. “Hmm.”

He hesitated. “What was your plan back then? Find a rich guy, sleep with him, and… what?”

She shook her head, not meeting his gaze. “It was just stupidity. Forget about it.”

But he couldn’t. “You changed your whole life because of it.”

She paused, then turned to him, her voice steady but her eyes fierce. “I thought I could move forward in my career by making connections in the right places. That wasn’t the way to do it. I didn’t know better then. But it’s over. Now, I cook for people. My father runs a sweet shop in Shimlapuri. I make tiffins here. That’s all.”

Her honesty, her strength—it was disarming. She wasn’t the girl he remembered. She was something more now, something… formidable.

Maan lingered near the door, unsure of why he felt so unsettled. “Your cooking is good,” he said, finally.

“Thanks.”

He hesitated. “If you’re catering, give me your card.”

She handed it to him without a word. He looked at it, then at her. She was back to her work, as if he didn’t matter.

As he walked out, he glanced back one last time. She didn’t.

Maybe she’d moved on. Maybe he hadn’t.

Geet resumed her work, the rhythmic chopping of vegetables filling the silence as she tried to process Maan’s unexpected insistence on conversation. **What had happened to him? ** she wondered, **Why was he so keen on helping her?** There was nothing special about her—just a girl from a small town trying to survive in a big city.

She remembered the countless times she had watched other girls chase their dreams,

some of whom had even succeeded, while she remained stuck in a cycle of disappointment and struggle. **He must have met millions like her**—girls who had glimmering potential but never found their way. Why was he fixating on her?

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As the weeks passed, Geet immersed herself in her catering business, pouring her heart into every dish she prepared. But as she moved from one event to another, she couldn’t shake the feeling of being an outsider looking in on a world she yearned to be part of.

The world of successful people who lived on luxury and comfort.

She would often find Maan in these elite parties.

At every party, she witnessed the lavish lifestyle Maan inhabited, the kind of life she had once dreamed about. The grand halls were adorned with opulence, laughter and chatter echoing off the walls, and the clinking of glasses reverberated through the air. She often found herself standing in the shadows, watching him from a distance, her heart heavy with mixed emotions.

Maan always looked at ease, mingling effortlessly with the crowd, his dark humor causing bursts of laughter from those around him. He was magnetic, drawing people in with his sharp wit and intelligence. She watched as he navigated conversations with grace, his presence commanding yet playful. But amidst the revelry, she also noticed the tension that occasionally flickered behind his smile—something she had seen during their last encounter. It was a fleeting glimpse of loneliness that made her wonder just how isolated he felt, even in the midst of a crowd.

One evening, as Geet served appetizers at an extravagant gala, she spotted Maan across the room, leaning casually against the bar with a drink in hand. He was engaged in a conversation with a group of well-dressed individuals, their laughter ringing out like music. But as she moved closer, she noticed the way his gaze would occasionally drift towards the door, as if waiting to escape.

Later that night, as she carried a tray of food past him, their eyes locked for a brief moment. There was a familiarity in that glance, a shared understanding that transcended the chaos of the party. She couldn’t help but feel a mixture of admiration and heartache for him.

In the midst of the revelry, she had an epiphany: **this was his world, one she could never truly belong to.** The glitz and glamour felt foreign and unattainable, a life built on connections she lacked. And yet, she couldn’t shake the feeling of wanting to be a part of it—if only for a fleeting moment.

After the party, while cleaning up, Geet overheard whispers from a group of socialites gossiping about Maan. They called him a “genius” and a “maverick,” but their words dripped with a mix of awe and fear. It was clear they both revered and resented him, caught in the web of their own insecurities and aspirations.

“He’s too unpredictable,” one of them remarked. “You never know what he’s going to do next. I can’t imagine being close to someone like that.”

Another chimed in, “He’s a genius, yes, but he’s also a wild card. He doesn’t fit the mold. That makes him dangerous.”

Geet’s heart sank at their words. **Dangerous?** She recalled her own initial thoughts about him, the way he had made her feel both intrigued and uneasy. But now, witnessing the way they talked about him, she couldn’t help but feel a flicker of protectiveness. They saw him as an enigma, someone to admire from a distance but never truly understand.

As she wiped down the tables, she found herself grappling with her own feelings.

Maan was not just a figure of curiosity; he was a person with depth, flaws, and complexities she was only beginning to grasp. Despite his privilege, he bore the weight of loneliness that she had witnessed firsthand.

Weeks turned into months, and each time she saw him, the silent connection deepened. Yet, there was always a barrier, an unspoken tension that lingered between them.

As Geet continued to work in the catering business, she found herself navigating a world filled with glitz and glamour yet tinged with a persistent undercurrent of condescension from the high-class guests. Every event felt like a performance, and she was painfully aware of her role as just a servant in their extravagant play.

At one lavish gala, she caught snippets of conversations from the wealthy patrons. They spoke about their latest acquisitions, vacations in exotic locales, and exclusive events she could only dream of attending. It was in these moments that Geet felt the sting of their superiority. They glanced at her with indifference, their eyes glossing over her as if she were nothing more than a piece of furniture.

“Can you believe they hired someone from a small town?” she overheard one woman scoff to her friend. “I mean, it’s so quaint, isn’t it? Like a charity case.”

Geet forced herself to maintain her composure as she carried a tray of hors d'oeuvres, the laughter and chatter of the elite echoing around her. **A charity case.** The words lingered in her mind, a bitter reminder of her status in this glittering world. Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t shake off the feeling that she was just an accessory to their lives, a prop in their grand show.

Maan, on the other hand, moved effortlessly through the crowd, his charm disarming those around him. He was the golden boy—the one everyone wanted to befriend or impress. She watched as he accepted compliments and engaged in witty banter, drinks in hand, the life of the party. But with every sip, she saw him retreat further into a world of facade. He needed alcohol to socialize, to navigate the shallow waters of polite conversation with the elite.

Geet noticed how he would lean against the bar, a drink in hand, laughter rolling off his tongue as he interacted with his peers. Yet, beneath the surface, she sensed the underlying discomfort—the way his eyes would dart around, searching for something, someone, or perhaps even a moment of genuine connection. He wore the mask of a carefree socialite, but she could see the strain behind it.

Later that night, as the party began to wind down, Geet found herself cleaning up discarded plates and half-empty glasses. She caught sight of Maan, who had retreated to a quieter corner, his drink cradled in his hand. He looked weary, the facade of charm slipping as he leaned against the wall, staring into the distance.

As the weeks passed, Geet observed the subtle dynamics at play in the lavish parties she catered. Maan was a constant presence, yet he was never truly the life of the party. While his sharp wit and intelligence drew people in, it was his impulsiveness and eccentric nature that kept them at arm's length. Most guests viewed him as an enigma—fascinating but dangerous, a wild card in their neatly curated social circles.

He moved through the throngs of guests like a lone wolf, pausing to engage when it suited him, but always maintaining a distance. Geet could see the masks that everyone wore, but Maan’s was different. He used humor to deflect, to keep others guessing, but there was a fragility beneath it. He needed drinks—oodles of them—to socialize, to numb the edges of his brilliant but often overwhelmed mind. Each sip seemed to ease the tension in his shoulders, softening the sharp angles of his persona.

One evening, during an upscale charity gala, Geet found herself serving drinks at the bar. Maan was there, surrounded by a small cluster of admirers who hung on his every word. She noticed the way they leaned in, eager for his attention, but she also sensed the undercurrent of fear that colored their admiration. Maan was unpredictable, and that unpredictability made people wary.

She watched as he accepted another glass from the bartender, his movements languid yet precise. With each drink, the distance between him and the rest of the party seemed to narrow slightly, but the tension in his expression only deepened. There was a restlessness about him that made her heart ache—like a trapped animal desperately seeking a way out.

Later in the night, after the crowd had thickened and the laughter grew louder, Geet found herself near him again. He stood leaning against the bar, one hand clutching a drink, the other casually tapping against the polished wood.

Their yes met, but no words were exchanged.

As the night wore on, Geet found herself serving drinks and observing the high society that surrounded her. She saw how they revered Maan, yet also how they feared his impulsiveness. It was a delicate balance—one misstep, and he could shatter their carefully curated image of wealth and success.

When the event concluded and the guests began to disperse, Maan approached her as she cleaned up. He looked more unsteady than usual, the effects of the drinks evident in his posture and expression. “Are you okay?” she asked, concern etched in her voice.

He leaned against the bar for support, his eyes searching hers. “I’m not sure I know what that means anymore.” “Being okay?” she prompted.

“Yeah,” he replied, a hint of vulnerability breaking through.

Geet felt her heart twist at his words.

His gaze locked onto hers, and for a moment, the noise of the party faded into the background.

He searched her face for something—hope, perhaps.

As they stood there, the tension between them crackled in the air—a promise of something deeper, something genuine. Maan was an enigma wrapped in a cocoon of bravado and alcohol, while Geet was the mirror reflecting the truth he struggled to see.

Though their worlds were starkly different, they were both searching for connection— one trapped in the gilded cage of privilege, the other navigating the harsh realities of striving for her dreams. In each other, they found a flicker of understanding, a shared desire to break free from the confines of their lives, even if the journey ahead was uncertain.

And as the last guests trickled out and the party faded into memory, Geet couldn’t shake the feeling that this slow burn between them was only just beginning.

First of all a wonderful starting

But I didn't receive pms 😑 I read all the parts in a go

To start with Maan a secret dangerous & quite magnetic character ... Opposite to this Geet from a middle class family orthodox & quite curious to change her life

I really admire Maan here he is good at reading people his guess about Geet was bang on an he is really irritating Curious

This wasn't Geet expected & the kiss added to her irritation & her curious nature & she felt trapped all of a sudden 😞

Waiting for more

Keep writing ✍️

Now coming to part 2

It was really interesting ... The continuous meeting or can say Maan was use to this made Geet More concious

The challenge Maan has thrown at Geet resulted to their moment at the pent house & really it shook Geet to the core & now gathering herself she went out from his life

Maan was really getting restless after that as he couldn't get over Geet easily as he had presumed & second his loneliness was also the key factor

Waiting for more

Keep writing ✍️