Short Story ~ Objection, Your Honor! It’s Love ~ Completed

Had this scene flash in my mind a couple of days ago, and I just couldn’t shake it off… It’s nothing big, just a random moment of inspiration Don’t expect anything fancy, just a spontaneous whim Also, I'm updating all parts today itself so please; I request you, take a moment to like all the posts and comment on each one. This would mean a lot.

Objection, Your Honor! It’s Love

Part 1

The courtroom buzzed with restless murmurs as people filed into their seats. The air was thick with tension, every pair of eyes fixed on the young woman standing at the defense table. Geet Handa adjusted her black-framed glasses and smoothed the crisp fabric of her white lawyer's robe. Her reputation as a fearless advocate preceded her, and today was no exception.

Her client, Rajveer Malhotra, sat beside her, his face a mask of calm. Too calm, Geet thought. Something about him had felt off since their first meeting. But a case was a case, and Geet prided herself on being objective. Personal feelings had no place in a courtroom.

"All rise," the bailiff announced, and the room collectively stood as the judge entered.

Once seated, the judge wasted no time. "Counselor Handa, your opening statement."

Geet rose to her feet, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor. She cast a quick glance at the jury, her voice steady and commanding. "Your Honor, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, today you will hear a case built on weak evidence and assumptions. My client, Rajveer Malhotra, stands accused of financial fraud - a charge that, I intend to prove, has no factual basis. This is a trial about justice, not conjecture."

As she continued, her words flowed effortlessly, but then something...or rather, someone...caught her attention.

Seated among the spectators, a man leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his broad chest. His posture was casual, but his eyes - dark, sharp, and utterly unyielding...were locked onto her. He didn’t belong there, not as a curious observer nor as someone invested in the trial. No, this man exuded authority.

Her words faltered for a fraction of a second, but she quickly recovered. The stranger smirked, clearly aware of the momentary slip. Geet clenched her jaw and pushed through her statement, determined not to let him distract her.

By the time the court adjourned for a recess, her mind was racing.

~~

Later, as Geet packed up her notes, the man approached her. His strides were purposeful, his presence commanding. Up close, he was even more imposing.

"Miss Handa," he said, his voice deep and resonant. "Interesting argument."

Geet straightened, clutching her files. "And you are?"

"ACP Maan Singh Khurana," he said, flashing a badge briefly before tucking it back into his jacket.

Her eyes narrowed. The name wasn’t unfamiliar. ACP Maan Singh Khurana was a rising star in law enforcement, known for his impeccable record and unflinching resolve. But why was he here?

"What brings you to my courtroom, ACP Khurana?" she asked, keeping her tone professional.

He raised an eyebrow. "Your courtroom? I wasn’t aware lawyers owned them."

She met his sarcasm with a cold smile. "You didn’t answer my question."

Maan’s smirk deepened, but his eyes grew serious. "I’m here because of your client, Rajveer Malhotra. He’s been on my radar for a while now. Financial fraud is just the tip of the iceberg."

Geet’s brows knitted together. "If you had anything substantial, he’d be in prison already."

"Not everything is as simple as you’d like it to be, Counselor," Maan replied, his tone hardening. "But I’m not here to debate. Just consider this a friendly warning...don’t let your legal prowess blind you to the truth. Malhotra isn’t what he seems."

Geet squared her shoulders, unwilling to be intimidated. "I base my decisions on facts, ACP Khurana, not insinuations. If you have evidence, produce it. Otherwise, stay out of my way."

Maan held her gaze for a moment longer, his lips twitching in amusement. "Be careful, Counselor. You might find yourself in deeper waters than you’re prepared for." With that, he turned and walked away, leaving her fuming.

~~

That evening, Geet sat in her office, the faint glow of her desk lamp casting long shadows on the walls. The day’s events played on a loop in her mind. Who did Maan Singh Khurana think he was, waltzing into her courtroom and undermining her case?

Her phone buzzed, cutting through the silence. She hesitated before answering.

"Geet Handa," she said, her tone clipped.

"Counselor," came the unmistakable voice on the other end.

She sat up straighter. "ACP Khurana," she said, her irritation clear. "What now?"

"There’s something you need to know about your client," he began, his tone all business. "Rajveer Malhotra isn’t just a fraudster. He’s connected to a series of disappearances. I’ve been working this case for over a year."

Geet’s grip on the phone tightened. "You’re accusing my client of being a criminal mastermind now?"

"Let’s just say I have reasons to believe he’s not as innocent as you think," Maan said darkly. "But proving it has been...complicated. My advice? Watch your back, Counselor. This case isn’t just about justice; it’s about survival."

The line went dead, leaving Geet staring at her phone.

She leaned back in her chair, exhaling sharply. Maan Singh Khurana was proving to be more than just a thorn in her side. He was a mystery - a dangerous one.

And something told her this was only the beginning.

~~

Geet Handa stood, her heels clicking sharply on the polished courthouse floor, looking every bit the confident lawyer she was known to be. Today, however, her mind wasn’t on the case at hand but on something...someone...entirely different. Her thoughts drifted to the incident earlier that morning, when she’d accidentally found herself tangled in a conversation with none other than ACP Maan Singh Khurana. The man was impossible to ignore, with his sharp eyes, crisp uniform, and aura that screamed authority. But beyond that, there was something about him that intrigued her, something beyond the stone-cold demeanor he wore like armor.

Maan had made his presence known when he barged into her office, a familiar yet inexplicable urgency in his demeanor. "Ms. Handa," he had said, his voice low, almost commanding, as if he'd known her for ages. "We need to talk."

"Not now, Officer," she had snapped back, not missing a beat as she gestured to the papers spread out before her. She wasn’t afraid of him, or anyone for that matter.

He had raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised at her boldness. "You’re not interested in hearing what I have to say?" he asked, the challenge lingering in his voice.

"I'm not interested in the lawless, drama-filled nonsense you deal with, ACP. I’m far too busy," she had quipped, her smile the only indicator that she wasn’t entirely serious.

That had led to a small back-and-forth where Maan, clearly more irritated than usual, had demanded her attention. His eyes had narrowed as he attempted to dissect her indifference. "You know, you have a knack for making things difficult, Geet Handa."

The use of her first name had been deliberate. She had caught the slight emphasis on it, and though her professional front was intact, something inside her stirred. Was he testing her? She couldn’t decide.

After a brief pause, she had stood, pushing the papers aside. "And you, Officer, have a knack for ruining my perfect morning with your ridiculous requests. What do you want?"

“Let’s just say,” Maan had smirked, “YOU’ve been under my radar for quite some time. And it’s about time you found out WHY.”

She hadn’t liked the sound of that, nor the vague promise of answers it held. But she had also been curious. Geet wasn’t a person who liked being in the dark. And so, against her better judgment, she had agreed to hear him out.

~~

Now, standing in the courthouse, her mind was still whirring with the oddity of the morning. A police officer, always so guarded, so meticulous, had just walked into her life like a storm. But why? What did he want from her? A case, a lead, or was it something else entirely?

Her phone buzzed on the table, pulling her back to reality. It was a message from her best friend, Sanya, who was updated with this encounter just after the meeting between them took place, a fellow lawyer and the only person who knew just how rattled Geet was by Maan's presence.

Stop overthinking. Just meet him. U knw he won’t bite. Or maybe he will ;)

Geet couldn’t help but smile at the message, but she quickly suppressed it. She wasn’t going to fall for this. She wasn’t going to get tangled up in whatever drama Maan Khurana was weaving. She had far too much to focus on...cases to win, papers to file, clients to deal with.

But there was something magnetic about him. Something that pulled at her resolve.

~~

Later that evening, Geet was just finishing up her work when the door to her office opened. Without looking up, she knew it was him. She could feel the change in the air, a shift she couldn't ignore.

"Ms. Handa," Maan’s voice was smoother this time, less abrasive, more like a challenge.

She looked up, arching an eyebrow. "Are you stalking me now, Officer?"

Maan grinned, a rare smile that softened the hardness of his face. "I don’t stalk. I observe. And you, Geet Handa, are an interesting puzzle."

She stood up, folding her arms, more amused than annoyed. "I’m not some case for you to solve, ACP. Now, what do you want?"

His gaze lingered on her for a second too long, but he didn’t flinch. Instead, he stepped closer, his body language confident and unapologetic. "I need your help."

Geet was taken aback by his directness. "Help? With what exactly?"

"Something big is coming. And you’re the only one who can help me navigate through the legal mess that’s about to ensue."

She frowned. "Legal mess? You need my help with what, exactly?"

Maan hesitated for a moment before speaking. "A high-profile case. It's delicate. Too many people have their hands in it, and it needs someone with your expertise to clean up the legal side of things."

Geet crossed her arms, considering. "And what’s in it for me? What makes you think I’m just going to jump into some high-profile mess without any reason?"

Maan’s expression hardened. "Because, whether you like it or not, this case is going to involve you. Whether you help me or not, you’re already in the middle of it."

She couldn’t deny the pull of curiosity that latched onto her at that moment. She had no intention of getting involved with whatever shady dealings Maan was hinting at, but she couldn’t resist asking, "How am I involved?"

Maan’s eyes locked onto hers. "You’ll find out soon enough."

And just like that, Geet knew she was in for a ride she couldn’t escape from. Whether she liked it or not, she was tangled up with ACP Maan Singh Khurana.

But one thing was for certain - this case would be anything but ordinary

Part 2

The morning sun had barely crept over the horizon, painting the city in shades of orange and pink, when Geet found herself already pacing in her office. A cup of coffee was still steaming in her hand, but her mind was elsewhere...specifically, on the tall, stoic police officer who had interrupted her quiet life with a storm of questions and uninvited intrigue.

Maan Singh Khurana had given her just enough of a challenge to make her curious about him - and it bothered her. Geet prided herself on her sharp instincts and quick wit, but there was something about this man that made her feel like she was the one being questioned. She had seen his intense eyes locked on her, analyzing her every move, and it both irked and intrigued her.

Her phone buzzed. A message popped up from her fellow friend, Sanya.

Is it true? Did u really meet HIM?

Geet rolled her eyes at the capital "him" and typed back a quick reply.

Yes I met him. And yes, he’s as irritating as d rumors say

Sanya's response was swift

So... will he be ur nxt case? Bcos we both knw u always find a way to make it personal :P

Geet smirked at the screen. Sanya wasn’t wrong...Geet had a way of getting involved in her cases in ways most lawyers wouldn’t dare. But this one? This felt different. And she wasn’t sure if she liked it.

She was about to respond when her office door swung open. Standing there, looking as if he had just marched out of a crime scene, was Maan Singh Khurana himself. His expression was unreadable as his eyes scanned the room, pausing briefly on her desk before they locked onto hers.

“You,” Geet said, her voice rising in disbelief. “You again?”

“I need your help,” Maan said, his tone flat, but there was an urgency in it that caught her attention. He stepped forward, ignoring the stack of legal papers on her desk. “I’m not here for the case. Not exactly. I need you to look over something.”

Geet frowned, leaning back in her chair. “What is it now? A police investigation that requires legal loopholes?”

Maan didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he pulled out a thick folder from his bag and placed it on her desk with a thud. The papers inside looked official...official enough for her to feel the gravity of the situation.

She raised an eyebrow but didn’t move to open the folder. “What’s this?”

“A case. It’s complicated. And messy,” Maan said, his voice softer now. His eyes met hers again, more vulnerable than before. “You might be the only one who can make sense of it. You’re the best lawyer in town. And if I’m wrong, I’ll pay for it.”

Geet leaned forward, finally taking the folder into her hands. She felt a jolt of curiosity as she flipped through the documents. The case was related to corruption, shady deals, and police involvement...exactly the kind of thing she specialized in. But there was something else she didn’t understand. It wasn’t just the legality of it; there was a personal thread running through these papers that caught her eye.

Her gaze shot up to meet Maan’s again. “Who’s behind this?” she asked, her voice sharp.

“That’s what I need your help with,” he replied, his tone grim. “I can’t do this alone.”

Geet’s mind raced. There was something she couldn’t quite put her finger on...the connection between the officer standing in front of her and the case he was now entrusting to her. Something didn’t add up. But as much as her lawyer instincts screamed to stay away, her curiosity was piqued.

“So,” Geet said, folding her arms, “Why come to me?”

Maan’s lips curled into a faint, almost rueful smile. “Because, Miss Handa, you’re the only person who can untangle this. You’ve been known to get under people’s skins...legally, of course.”

Geet narrowed her eyes. “And you think you’re above me, huh? Is that why you’re here?”

His expression hardened for a second, but then he gave her a knowing look. “I’m not here to play games, Geet. I’m asking you for help. This case... it’s dangerous.”

At that, Geet paused, her eyes softening for the briefest moment. She had seen enough cases in her career to know when someone was truly in trouble. She hadn’t expected this officer to come to her with a personal request...but then again, nothing about Maan Singh Khurana seemed typical.

“Fine,” she said after a long pause, “But I don’t work for free, ACP.”

He nodded. “I expect nothing less.”

As Maan turned to leave, Geet’s mind was already spinning with possibilities. What was it about this case that made Maan look so... burdened? What did he know that she didn’t? And why did the idea of helping him stir something inside her?

But as Maan reached for the door, he paused and glanced back at her. “I’ll need an answer by tomorrow.”

Geet didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she watched him walk out the door, her heart pounding in her chest. This wasn’t just about a case anymore...it was about something far deeper.

She was intrigued. But whether that intrigue would lead her down a dangerous path, only time would tell.

She sat back in her chair and exhaled slowly. This was just the beginning.

And she had a feeling she wasn’t going to like where it led.

~~

The next day passed in a blur for Geet. She couldn’t focus on anything other than the strange sense of urgency that Maan had left in her office. Her phone rang, her assistant came in to brief her about a new case, but none of it could break through the fog in her mind.

By evening, the city’s lights flickered on like tiny stars, each one a reminder that life moved on, regardless of her inner turmoil. Geet, however, found herself at her desk again, staring at the folder Maan had left behind. The papers were still neatly arranged, untouched. But the thoughts, the questions, the concerns they stirred inside her, were anything but tidy.

She sighed and stood up, pacing the room as her mind spun with possibilities. What if this was just another dirty case? One that, like so many others, she would have to defend against? Or was Maan truly in over his head, like he claimed? And why was she even considering helping him? He wasn’t like other officers she had worked with; there was a layer to him that was raw, a vulnerability she hadn’t expected from a man in his position.

Her phone buzzed again. A message from Sanya

Any updates? R u going to take d case?

Geet looked at the screen for a long moment before typing a response.

Dunno yet. Something’s off abt this case. I don’t think Maan’s being totally honest with me

Sanya’s reply was almost immediate

Shocker! But come on, Geet. U always take d dangerous cases. You can’t resist

Geet rolled her eyes, even though Sanya couldn’t see her. It was true...Geet had a habit of diving headfirst into situations that seemed hopeless. But this one felt different. There was an intensity in the way Maan had looked at her yesterday. His eyes, dark and serious, had said more than words ever could. She couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t just about the law. There was a personal stake here. And, damn it, she was curious.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on her office door.

“Come in,” she called, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling in her chest.

The door opened slowly, and there he was again...Maan Singh Khurana. His sharp uniform, the rigid posture, the silent intensity...all of it was the same. But there was something different in the air today. A sense of urgency that he hadn’t shown the day before.

“You’ve had time to think,” Maan said, walking in without waiting for an invitation. “I need your answer, Geet"

Geet’s pulse quickened at his words. “You don’t trust anyone else?” she asked, her voice betraying a hint of amusement, though she couldn’t deny the concern in his tone. “Is that why you’re here again, ACP?”

“I need someone who can see beyond the surface,” he replied, his voice low. “I’ve been part of this force for years, but this... And the people behind it? They have no conscience.”

Geet took a deep breath, glancing at the folder once more. She could feel the weight of his words pressing against her chest, and something told her that whatever Maan was involved in went far beyond police corruption. There were layers, shadows, and more questions than answers.

“What is it you want me to do?” she asked, her voice steady now.

Maan didn’t immediately answer. He stepped closer to her desk, his fingers brushing over the top of the folder, but his eyes were fixed on her face. It was as though he was searching for something...an understanding, maybe, or perhaps some kind of approval.

“I want you to help me find the truth,” he said finally, his words simple but heavy. “I can’t do this alone, Geet. If I’m wrong... I’ll pay for it. But if I’m right...” He trailed off, the unspoken implication hanging in the air between them.

Geet studied him closely. The seriousness of his request hit her harder than she expected. She had always known Maan as a man of few words, a man who relied on actions more than anything else. But this? This was different. She had never seen him this vulnerable.

“You’re asking me to put my career on the line,” Geet said, her voice firm. “If you’re wrong, you’ll destroy me along with you.”

He nodded, his expression unchanged. “I’m asking you to take the risk. I’ll be with you every step of the way. If you help me, we’ll get this sorted. You have my word.”

For a moment, Geet didn’t speak. She stared at Maan, the man who had barged into her life with a case that could ruin her if it went wrong. But at the same time, there was something compelling about him. Something honest.

“I’m not in the business of saving anyone,” she said slowly, “but I’m not one to back away from a challenge either.”

She stood up, looking him square in the eye. “Fine. I’ll help you. But remember, Maan Singh Khurana...if I’m doing this, it’s my way. You may be the police officer, but in my office, I’m the one who calls the shots.”

Maan smiled, the first real smile Geet had seen from him since their first meeting. It was fleeting, but it was enough to make her wonder if, maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something neither of them had expected.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he said, his voice softening.

And with that, Geet opened the folder, ready to dive into the web of lies and deception that was now her problem to unravel.

Part 3

The following days went by in a whirlwind, but not the dramatic, dark whirlwind of crime thrillers. No, this was more like a comedy of errors, only with a dash of danger thrown in for good measure. Geet found herself both exasperated and entertained by Maan's constant presence in her office.

Every morning, Maan would show up at precisely 10 AM, as if it were some sort of unspoken rule that neither of them dared break. And every morning, Geet would be ready, pretending to focus on work as if she didn't expect him.

But she did.

The first day was the worst - awkward silences, him standing near her desk while she shuffled through files, neither of them knowing quite what to say.

“Okay, I’m just going to say it,” Maan said, breaking the silence that had settled like a thick fog. “You look nice today.”

Geet raised an eyebrow, glancing at him over the top of her glasses. “And what exactly does that mean? Are you trying to distract me with compliments now? Because, spoiler alert, it’s not working.”

Maan shrugged, a teasing glint in his eyes. “What can I say? I’m a sucker for a woman who can multitask. You know, like look at files and make a criminal run for his life with just a glare.”

Geet couldn’t help but snort. “I wish! If only my glares could solve every case. But sadly, not all criminals are that easily intimidated. Some need a more... strategic approach.”

“Are you implying that I’m not strategic?” Maan smirked, leaning against her desk. “Because I’m pretty sure I’ve seen some very strategic maneuvers in my time.”

Geet smirked back, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Yeah, like how you strategically showed up at my office every day to make me second-guess my life choices?”

Maan raised his hands in mock surrender. “Guilty as charged. But hey, you could just say ‘thank you.’ I’m sure I’ve made your life much more interesting.”

“Oh, I’ll say ‘thank you’ when you stop acting like a puppy who just learned how to sit,” she shot back, rolling her eyes.

Maan chuckled. “At least I know how to sit. You, on the other hand, can barely stay still for five minutes without running off to solve another problem.”

“I like to keep busy,” Geet said with a shrug, secretly enjoying the banter. “It’s how I stay sane.”

“Right,” Maan said with a smirk. “I’m sure that’s why your office looks like a crime scene. Files everywhere. It’s a good thing you don’t have to solve this case with your organizational skills, or we’d all be doomed.”

“Excuse me!” Geet gasped, pretending to be scandalized. “My office is organized chaos. It’s a method. You wouldn’t understand.”

“Is that what you call it? Because I just thought it was a mess,” Maan teased, giving her a pointed look.

Geet narrowed her eyes. “If you’re not careful, I’m going to get you arrested for harassment. And let me tell you, ACP, I am very good at that.”

Maan raised an eyebrow. “Is that a threat, or are you offering me a chance to get better acquainted with your... skills?”

Geet smirked. “Oh, definitely a threat.”

The banter between them continued like this every day, a constant back and forth, with each word wrapped in playful tension. But beneath the humor, something was building. Neither of them could deny the spark that was always there, flickering in the space between them. It was subtle at first, like the softest touch of a hand, the quietest glance. But it was there. And it was undeniable.

~~

One evening, after another long day of solving, well... nothing really, Maan found himself sitting in Geet’s office again, leaning back in the chair as Geet worked on a case file, her brow furrowed in concentration.

“You know,” Maan said, breaking the silence with an unexpected, offhand remark, “if I had a dollar for every time you looked at me like I’m the biggest problem in your life, I’d be rich by now.”

Geet didn’t even look up from her papers, but her lips quirked into a smile. “I wouldn’t need to look at you if you stopped being such a problem.”

“Ouch. That stings,” Maan said, acting wounded, but he couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up. “Guess I’m just a walking headache for you, huh?”

“I’ve got a whole collection of headaches,” Geet replied, still scribbling notes, the banter rolling off her tongue as easily as breathing. “But you’re definitely top-tier, I’ll give you that.”

“Top-tier?” Maan raised an eyebrow. “Now, that’s an achievement. I’ll wear that title proudly.”

“I bet you would,” Geet muttered, finally looking up at him, her eyes glinting with humor. “And don’t flatter yourself. It’s not an achievement. It’s just a fact.”

The air between them shifted for a moment. Geet stared at Maan, her usual sarcastic smile softening into something more genuine. And then, without warning, Maan reached over and nudged her papers out of the way, his fingers brushing lightly against hers as he held her gaze.

“What if I said that I’m willing to risk more than just my career for this case?” he asked, his voice quieter now, the humor replaced with something more serious.

Geet felt a flutter in her chest, the playful banter fading for the first time since they’d met. She blinked, trying to shake the unexpected warmth that surged through her. “I don’t need you to risk anything, Maan. You’re already doing too much by putting up with my sarcasm every day.”

“I think it’s worth it,” he said, the corner of his lips curling into a soft, teasing smile. “After all, how else am I going to get you to spend more time with me?”

Geet snorted. “Oh, please. You really think I’m going to fall for that?”

“I don’t know,” Maan said, his voice dropping lower, his gaze intense. “But I’m willing to bet that if you’re being honest, you’re already halfway there.”

And for the first time in a long time, Geet felt her heart skip a beat. She opened her mouth to retort, but the words caught in her throat. Maybe Maan Singh Khurana wasn’t just a headache. Maybe, just maybe, he was starting to become something a little more... complicated.

~~

The next few days passed in a strange, almost rhythmical dance. Geet and Maan seemed to be operating on two levels at once - their usual banter, laden with sarcasm and playful jabs, and something deeper, something that neither was ready to fully acknowledge yet. But even in the midst of their amusing back-and-forth, the shadow of the case loomed larger. Maan had been chasing down leads, trying to pin down the elusive criminal mastermind, Rajveer Malhotra, whose criminal empire seemed to stretch across the city in ways Maan couldn’t yet fully grasp.

Geet, meanwhile, had her own reasons for being involved with the case. She’d received an anonymous tip-off that Rajveer was targeting influential businessmen, and she needed to gather intel for her client, a business tycoon who’d recently become entangled in Malhotra's shady dealings. The two cases, though linked by the underworld, were separate...at least that’s what Geet thought. But as she started to work more closely with Maan, she realized the complexity of the situation was much greater than anyone had imagined.

One evening, as the office lights flickered out one by one, the only light that remained was the soft glow of Geet’s desk lamp. She was hunched over a pile of paperwork, furiously scribbling notes, when she heard a knock on her office door.

Maan.

“What’s the matter, ACP? You run out of files to steal?” Geet quipped, not bothering to look up.

“You’re still up? It’s late,” Maan said, pushing the door open without waiting for a reply. “You should rest.”

“Rest?” Geet snorted. “You’re the one who’s been stalking my office for a week. I’m pretty sure I’m the one who should be telling you to take a break.”

“Stalking?” Maan raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at his lips. “I’m merely observing...there’s a difference.”

Geet finally looked up, her lips curling into a grin. “Observing? Like you’re some sort of creepy scientist studying an experiment?”

“Exactly,” Maan said, giving her a look of mock seriousness. “I’m closely studying the case. You and I...working together...are an... interesting combination.”

Before Geet could respond with a witty retort, Maan sat down in the chair opposite her, his face serious. “But listen, we need to talk. It’s about Rajveer.”

The change in his tone immediately wiped the smirk off Geet’s face. She leaned forward, putting her pen down. “What about Rajveer? What have you found?”

“Not much, yet,” Maan said, frustration evident in his voice. “But things don’t add up. The leads I’ve been following... they’re pointing toward a bigger network than I expected. Rajveer’s not just some petty criminal. He’s untouchable”

Geet felt a chill run down her spine. She had heard rumors about Rajveer Malhotra...the kind of rumors that made your skin crawl. Powerful, elusive, and ruthless, Rajveer had been operating under the radar for years. But this... this was different.

“You know I don’t do favors, Maan,” she said, leaning back in her chair, her mind racing. “You want me to help you? What’s in it for me? And do not forget, at this moment, Rajveer Malhotra is my client!"

Maan’s expression softened for a moment. “I’m not asking for a favor, Geet. I’m asking for your expertise. You know the law better than anyone, and I need someone who can navigate the legal side of this mess.”

“I’m not a detective,” Geet replied. “I’m a lawyer. And I don’t work without guarantees.”

“Guarantees?” Maan chuckled darkly, rubbing the back of his neck. “In this line of work, guarantees are hard to come by. But I promise you, Geet, we’ll get him. One way or another.”

She studied his face, the sincerity there making her hesitate. Part of her wanted to dismiss him, to keep her distance. But another part...the part that had already begun to feel an odd sense of responsibility for this case, for him...wanted to say yes.

“You know this isn’t going to be easy, right?” she said, crossing her arms. “Rajveer doesn’t make mistakes. If we’re not careful, we’ll end up buried six feet under.”

Maan’s eyes darkened. “I’m aware. But I’ve been chasing him for years. I’ve got enough dirt on him to take him down. But without the right legal backing, it’s all useless.”

Geet exhaled slowly, glancing at the case files spread out in front of her. Every fiber of her being told her to walk away, to keep her distance. But there was something in Maan’s gaze, something that pulled at her, a mixture of determination and vulnerability. He wasn’t just a police officer trying to do his job. He was a man on the edge, chasing something that could destroy him if he wasn’t careful.

“I’ll help you,” Geet said, surprising herself with the words. “But you owe me.”

Maan smiled, a little of the tension lifting from his shoulders. “Deal.”

The case had just taken a turn, and neither of them was ready for what would come next.

~~

As the investigation deepened, their connection only grew stronger. Geet found herself enjoying their banter more and more, even though it often ended with a sarcastic remark or a playful jab. But underneath all the jokes, the teasing, there was an unspoken understanding between them. They were a team...unlikely, unpredictable, and undeniably effective.

But there was something else, too. Something neither of them was quite ready to name. Their moments of quiet, when Maan’s hand brushed hers as they pored over documents together, when their eyes met over the top of a cup of coffee, their gazes lingering a little too long... it was all starting to feel like something more than just work.

Geet tried to brush it off, throwing herself back into her cases with all the intensity of someone who didn’t want to face her growing feelings. But every time Maan walked into her office, every time their eyes met, it became harder to deny.

~~

One evening, as the rain pattered against the windows, Geet found herself alone in her office long after hours, her head spinning with the complexities of the case. Her mind kept returning to the same thought - Is it worth it?

Maan’s voice interrupted her thoughts. “Geet, you alright?”

She looked up, startled, to find him standing in the doorway. His usual casual demeanor was gone...there was a new intensity in his eyes, something that made her pause.

“Yeah,” she said, nodding. “Just... thinking. You?”

Maan stepped into the office, his face unreadable. “We’re getting closer to something. I can feel it. Rajveer’s got people inside the system...inside the police force itself. But I’ll find them. One way or another.”

Geet stood up, her pulse quickening. “You have a plan?”

“Not yet. But we’re not alone in this anymore.” Maan’s voice softened for a moment, and Geet noticed how close they were standing now, the air between them charged with something they both refused to acknowledge.

As Maan’s hand brushed hers again, this time lingering just a fraction longer, Geet felt a rush of warmth flood her chest. She couldn’t help herself. She looked up, meeting his gaze.

“Be careful, ACP” she whispered.

For a moment, there was silence...heavy, almost suffocating. But then Maan spoke, his voice barely a whisper.

“Trust me"

And somehow, despite all the odds, Geet found herself believing him.

Part 4

The days were a blur. Geet and Maan had become experts in working together despite their obvious differences. She, the sharp-tongued lawyer with a knack for turning every situation into a negotiation. He, the no-nonsense police officer who preferred action over words. And yet, there they were, as tangled in each other’s lives as the case they were both desperately trying to crack.

One evening, after an especially frustrating meeting with a shady witness in the case, Maan stormed into Geet’s office. Geet had barely raised her head from her pile of files before he started speaking.

“Rajveer’s men are everywhere. I’m running out of time, Geet.” He leaned against her desk, his face as hard as stone.

“Always so dramatic, ACP.” Geet’s eyes didn’t leave the document in front of her. “If you want a round of applause for your ‘I’m-the-hero’ speech, you can go to the nearest theatre.”

Maan shot her a sideways glance. “You’re seriously going to mock me right now?”

“Of course I am. You’ve been doing this for years, ACP. If anyone’s the dramatic one, it’s you.” Geet pushed a file toward him. “Look, while you’re busy saving the city, I’ve been doing actual work. I found something.”

His brows shot up. “You did? What?”

“I found a lead,” she said, a triumphant grin spreading across her face. “A phone number linked to Rajveer’s transactions. It's the only solid connection we have to him right now.”

Maan’s expression softened, his eyes reflecting a mix of admiration and something else...something that made Geet’s heart stutter, but she quickly shoved the thought aside.

“That’s... impressive,” he muttered, barely hiding his surprise. “I think we can use this. But we’re going to need more than just a phone number.”

Geet stood up, pushing the chair back in one swift motion. “Fine, we’ll work together. But you’re not going to like my method.”

Maan’s gaze darkened. “Geet, I’ve learned to not ask questions when it comes to your... methods.”

“Good idea,” she said, walking toward the door. “Follow me.”

~~

Later that night, Geet and Maan stood outside a rundown warehouse on the outskirts of the city. Maan was glaring at her with the kind of expression that said, I can’t believe I’m doing this. Geet, on the other hand, was oddly calm as she checked her phone.

“You’re really sure this is the place?” Maan asked, his voice laced with disbelief.

“Positive.” Geet looked up from her phone. “This is where the phone number leads. Either you trust me or we go back to your stale police work.”

Maan grumbled something under his breath but didn’t argue. Instead, he straightened up and motioned for her to follow him. “You stick with me. And no trying to negotiate with anyone.”

Geet smirked. “Where’s the fun in that?”

They cautiously made their way toward the entrance of the warehouse, the darkness swallowing them whole. The air was thick with tension, each of them aware that things could go south in an instant.

As they reached the door, Maan signaled Geet to stay behind him. His instincts were sharp, honed from years of training, but tonight, something about the situation felt different...more dangerous.

“Geet,” Maan whispered, his voice low. “Stay close. Don’t do anything rash.”

“I’m not the one rushing in headfirst, Maan,” she replied, her tone teasing. “That’s your specialty.”

Before Maan could respond, they both heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps echoing through the quiet night. Maan’s hand instinctively reached for his gun, but Geet placed a hand on his arm, stopping him.

“Relax,” she said, her tone cool. “You’re not the only one who knows how to handle herself.”

Maan narrowed his eyes, his lips pressing into a thin line. “Fine. But if you get yourself killed, I’m never speaking to you again.”

Geet smirked. “I think you’re lying.”

As they stepped closer to the entrance, the door creaked open slightly, and Geet couldn’t help but glance at Maan. His jaw was clenched, his body tense. It wasn’t the first time she had seen him like this, but tonight, there was something in the way he was looking at her that made her stomach do a little flip. And maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe it was just the chaos of the moment, but she swore she saw a flash of something deeper in his eyes...a protectiveness.

Before she could dwell on it further, the door flung open, and they were greeted by a man wearing a mask, his voice gruff as he spoke. “What do you want?”

“I’m here to see Rajveer Malhotra,” Geet said smoothly, her voice steady and confident. “I’ve got business with him.”

The man’s eyes shifted to Maan, then back to her. “You’ll have to go through me.”

“Are you sure you want to do that?” Maan’s voice was icy, a warning in his tone.

Geet glanced at Maan, then back at the man. She wasn’t sure what happened next...whether it was the tension, or the undeniable chemistry between her and Maan, or the fact that she was sick of playing by the rules...but she moved before Maan could react.

In one swift motion, Geet elbowed the man in the ribs and twisted his arm behind his back. “You were saying?” she asked, her grin wide and mischievous.

Maan stared at her, blinking in disbelief. “Did you just...”

“Relax, ACP” she said, pushing the man toward Maan.

Maan, still speechless, exchanged a look with her. There it was again...the tension, the connection that neither of them wanted to acknowledge, but that was so glaringly obvious now that it was impossible to ignore.

“You know,” Maan muttered, shaking his head in disbelief as the man was cuffed, “I don’t know whether to be impressed or terrified.”

Geet shrugged nonchalantly. “What can I say? I’m full of surprises.”

They continued through the warehouse, deeper into the belly of Rajveer’s operation. Every step closer to the truth felt heavier, and yet Geet couldn’t shake the feeling that, despite the danger, despite the mystery, they were exactly where they were supposed to be. Together.

~~

As the hours passed and their investigation reached new heights, Maan found himself distracted by a thought that refused to leave him. He had always prided himself on his control, on his ability to shut out distractions. But with Geet? That was a different story. There was something about her that made him forget the world around him.

It wasn’t just her intelligence, or her sharp wit, or the way she could disarm even the most dangerous criminals with a single sentence. It was something else. Something deeper.

And as the case grew more complicated, Maan couldn’t help but wonder if it was too late to stop the one thing he wasn’t sure he ever wanted to control - his growing feelings for Geet.

But that was a thought for another time. Right now, they had a job to do...and Maan Singh Khurana wasn’t one to back down from a fight.

Part 5

The warehouse was silent now. After everything that had gone down - Geet’s surprising knack for hand-to-hand combat and Maan’s frustrated grunts as he watched her expertly handle criminals...it felt almost anticlimactic.

But they had done it. They had cracked the case wide open. Rajveer Malhotra’s operations were exposed, and the police were closing in. Maan could feel the endgame coming; the only thing left now was to ensure Rajveer didn’t escape.

Geet, on the other hand, had one last ace up her sleeve. While Maan had been busy interrogating the thugs they’d captured, Geet had been working her lawyer magic, digging through legal loopholes and making connections that Maan had no patience for.

“ACP!” Geet’s voice called from the edge of the room.

He looked up, startled. “What?”

She was standing with her arms crossed, a smug look on her face. “I’ve got the final piece. Rajveer’s biggest asset is in plain sight, and you didn’t even notice it.”

Maan’s eyes narrowed, irritation and curiosity mixing in his gaze. “And that is…?”

Geet waved her phone in front of him, then clicked it open. “This. You should have noticed the transactions going through his company. There’s a lawyer behind it all...someone who’s been covering his tracks.”

Maan walked over to her, glancing at the screen. “A lawyer?” His voice hardened. “We’ve already crossed paths with every lowlife under Rajveer’s thumb. Who is this one?”

Geet flipped the phone around so he could see the name clearly. “You’ll love this. It’s Rajveer’s own cousin. None other than... Arjun Malhotra. A lawyer with connections everywhere.”

Maan cursed under his breath. “Arjun Malhotra. Why didn’t I think of that?”

“Because you were too busy being a super cop,” she teased, nudging him with her shoulder.

“I can’t believe you figured it out first,” Maan muttered, his jaw clenched. “You’re one step ahead as always.”

Geet laughed lightly. “Well, you might have the guns and the badge, but I’ve got the brains and the strategy. We make a great team, don’t we?”

Maan’s lips quirked into a half-smile, the playful banter masking the deeper, more intense feelings brewing inside him. It wasn’t the first time she’d said something like that, and each time, he felt the same twinge of something he couldn’t quite place. She was making him feel... things.

“Don’t get too cocky. You still need me to get this guy, and I’m the one with the real experience.” He shot her a pointed look, unable to hide his smirk.

“I’m not getting cocky,” Geet replied, rolling her eyes. “I’m just saying we’re a good match. And I’m starting to think that maybe you’re starting to realize it too.”

Maan’s heart skipped a beat at her boldness. He took a deep breath and turned his attention back to the case. “Let’s focus on the job, Geet.”

She looked at him for a long moment, the unspoken words hanging between them like a tightrope. She could feel the same pull...the same unacknowledged attraction that neither of them wanted to address. Not yet.

“Right,” Geet said finally, breaking the silence. “So, how do we catch Arjun Malhotra?”

Maan’s face hardened. “We go after him the same way we’ve been going after Rajveer...head-on, with full force. I’ll need your legal expertise to make sure we catch him red-handed.”

“And I’ll need your muscle to get us there,” she quipped. “Deal?”

“Deal,” he said, locking eyes with her. “Let’s finish this.”

~~

As they left the warehouse and climbed into Maan’s car, the atmosphere shifted. The case was almost over, but there was an undercurrent of tension - something more than just the job. Maan couldn’t ignore it anymore. And for the first time, Geet wasn’t teasing him or distracting him. She was quiet, her thoughts clearly elsewhere.

Maan glanced at her, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel. “You okay?”

Geet’s gaze flickered to him for a second before she quickly looked away. “Yeah"

“About what?” he asked, his voice softer than usual.

Her gaze turned out the window, her thoughts clearly weighing heavily on her. “About how this is all going to end. You know, after we catch Arjun and Rajveer...”

Maan’s pulse quickened. “What about it?”

She turned to face him, a serious expression on her face. “What happens to us? After this whole mess is over?”

Maan’s breath caught in his throat. The question had been hanging in the air for a while now, but neither of them had dared to acknowledge it.

“I...” He stopped himself, trying to find the right words. “I don’t know. I guess... I guess we’ll figure it out.”

She raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. “Not very confident, are we, ACP?”

He chuckled, his heart pounding. “I’m confident in everything except figuring you out.”

Geet’s smile softened. “Funny, I was thinking the same thing about you.”

The words hung in the air between them, charged with an energy neither of them was willing to fully confront. But for now, neither of them needed to. There were bigger things to focus on. Arjun Malhotra. Rajveer. And the law that they both upheld...no matter how it twisted and turned.

~~

She was ready...ready to take him down. But more than that, Maan knew something else.

He was ready too. Ready to take the next step.

Because after everything they had been through, after all the banter, the bickering, and the close calls, one thing was clear - they were a team in every sense of the word.

But as Geet locked eyes with him, a smile playing on her lips, Maan realized that sometimes, even the most complicated cases had a way of working themselves out...just like love.

~~

The house was quiet now, the only sound being the distant hum of Maan’s phone as it buzzed incessantly on the desk. It had been a long night, but they had finally cracked the case. Rajveer Malhotra’s operations were exposed, his network of criminals on the verge of being dismantled. But there was one final step left, one final game to play.

And Geet Handa, ever so sharp, was holding the cards.

Maan paced the room, his hands clasped behind his back. He was exhausted, physically drained from hours of questioning and chasing down leads. But Geet? She was a picture of focus, her mind working like a well-oiled machine, and Maan couldn’t help but admire it.

Geet looked up from the stack of papers she was rifling through. “Maan,” she called out, her voice cutting through the silence, “I think I’ve found the last piece to this puzzle.”

Maan glanced over at her, his brow furrowed in curiosity. “What is it?”

She held up a sheet of paper, her lips curling into a sly grin. “You might want to sit down for this.”

Maan raised an eyebrow and made his way over. He took the paper from her hands, scanning the contents quickly. His eyes widened as he read.

“Arjun Malhotra again.” His voice was sharp with disbelief.

Geet nodded, her eyes gleaming with triumph. “That’s right. He’s been the one behind most of Rajveer’s legal cover-ups. The lawyer we’ve been looking for all along” She leaned in slightly, her voice lowering to a teasing whisper.

Maan blinked, his expression a mix of confusion and realization. “Now now see the irnoy...the same man you’ve been arguing in court for, defending with all your might... is the one running the whole operation! See I was right, lawyer sahiba”

Geet’s lips twitched, clearly enjoying the irony. “Yep. It’s almost poetic, isn’t it? Here I am, fighting for his release, only to end up helping arrest him. The universe has a twisted sense of humor, doesn’t it?”

Maan let out a low chuckle. “A real big punchline. Guess I’ll have to give myself the credit for bringing down your own client, huh?”

Geet’s eyes met his with a playful glint. “Hey, it’s all in a day’s work. I was just doing what was right. Whether or not I agreed with his actions... well, that’s a whole different story.”

Maan was still chuckling, but there was a sharpness to his gaze as he handed her the paper. “This changes everything. Arjun has been the mastermind behind it all. And now, we have enough evidence to nail him.”

Geet’s smile faltered for a second, her thoughts briefly turning serious. “You know, it’s ironic. I spent weeks, maybe even months, defending Rajveer. Believing in his innocence. And now, all of a sudden, I’m helping arrest him. All thanks to you, ACP. People are going to call me bevakoof for this”

Maan stopped pacing, finally meeting her gaze. “That’s the thing about justice. Sometimes you find yourself on the wrong side without even realizing it. And nothing wrong, you ARE 50 per cent mad”

Her lips parted as she processed his words. She wasn’t sure if he meant it as a personal reflection or a general observation, but it hit her hard either way. And despite the irony of it all, she couldn’t shake the guilt that lingered. She let go his 50% mad jibe for now.

“I guess this is the price you pay for believing in the system,” she said quietly.

Maan nodded, his tone shifting to something deeper. “And I guess that’s what makes you different. You always fight for what’s right, even when it’s complicated. Even when the lines blur.”

Geet met his gaze again, his words wrapping around her like an unexpected warmth. She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could say anything, Maan’s phone rang, breaking the moment.

“Malhotra,” Maan said into the receiver, his tone turning business-like as he shifted back into police mode.

Geet crossed her arms, listening intently as Maan spoke. She had gotten so caught up in their banter that for a second, she’d forgotten why they were even there. Rajveer. Arjun. The case wasn’t over yet.

Maan hung up the phone with a grim expression. “It’s time. We go after Arjun.”

“Are you sure we’re ready for this?” Geet asked, her voice slightly hesitant, though her eyes shone with determination.

Maan gave her a look. “We’ve been ready since the moment we walked in here.”

Geet straightened, her gaze hardening. “Okay let's go, then.”

~~

It was an hour later when they cornered Arjun Malhotra in his luxurious office. The city lights were dim outside, casting long shadows across the walls. Arjun looked surprisingly calm, almost too calm, as Maan and Geet stepped inside.

“So, you two think you’ve won?” Arjun’s voice was smooth, filled with arrogance, as he leaned back in his chair, not even bothering to stand.

Maan stepped forward, his expression cold. “You’ve been running Rajveer’s empire from the shadows. But it’s over, Arjun. We’ve got you. And this time, there’s no escaping.”

Geet, ever the professional, didn’t flinch. “You’re under arrest for conspiracy, money laundering, and aiding and abetting criminal activities. You have the right to remain silent…”

As she recited the rights, Geet couldn’t help but feel the strange satisfaction of finally being on the other side of the law. But there was a bitter taste in her mouth, the knowledge that she had once been so thoroughly deceived by this very man.

Arjun laughed, a low, almost amused sound. “You’ve been playing this game for a long time, Geet. How does it feel to arrest the very man you tried to protect?”

Geet met his gaze head-on, her voice steady despite the lingering irony. “It feels like justice, Arjun. And that’s all that matters.”

Maan glanced at her, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. “See? I told you. We make a pretty good team.”

Geet’s lips curled into a smirk. “Takes one to know one, ACP.”

With that, Arjun was taken into custody, the final piece of the puzzle falling into place.

As they walked out of the building, the cold night air hit them. But Maan didn’t pull away from Geet this time when their arms brushed. There was something unspoken, something that neither of them was ready to put into words yet.

They had finished the case. They had arrested the criminals. And as Maan looked at Geet, he knew one thing for sure - things had changed. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon enough.

And deep down, Geet knew it too.

Part 6

Geet paced outside the police station, her stilettos clicking against the pavement. The sun had set hours ago, but her internal storm had no curfew. She clutched a box of Maan’s favorite gulab jamuns, though by now, it felt more like a weapon of mass distraction than a peace offering.

“This is ridiculous” she muttered to herself. “He’s just a guy. A tall, brooding, annoyingly good-looking guy. Why am I even nervous? I’m Geet Handa! I’ve defended people in court without breaking a sweat. I can handle one Maan Singh Khurana.”

But as she pushed open the door to his office and caught sight of him at his desk...shirt sleeves rolled up, hair tousled, his usual frown etched into place...her carefully rehearsed confidence evaporated like a drop of water on a hot pan.

“Geet?” Maan looked up, startled. “What are you doing here?”

“Uh...hi.” She cleared her throat, shoving the box of sweets toward him like it was a court exhibit. “These are for you. Peace offering.”

Maan arched an eyebrow, suspicious. “What did you do now?”

“Why do you always assume I did something?” she huffed, crossing her arms. “Can’t a person just bring sweets without an ulterior motive?”

“With you? No.”

Geet narrowed her eyes, taking a deep breath to keep from throwing the box at his head. Instead, she dropped into the chair across from him, propping her chin on her hand. “Fine. I’ll just get to the point.”

Maan leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. “This should be good.”

Geet stared at him, her usual sharp wit momentarily abandoning her. How was she supposed to say this? She’d never been the one to confess first. Then again, nothing about her relationship with Maan had ever followed a conventional script.

“I, uh...” She cleared her throat again, feeling her palms grow clammy. “You’re not as bad as I thought you were.”

Maan blinked. “That’s...progress?”

“I mean,” Geet continued, waving a hand, “you’re still bossy and irritating and have the emotional range of a teaspoon, but...you’re also kind of amazing.”

His ears turned red, but he masked it by looking down at the box of gulab jamuns. “Are you feeling okay? You’re acting weird.”

“I’m serious, Maan,” she said, leaning forward. “You’re brave, and you care about people...even if you hide it behind all that gruffness. And despite your completely irrational obsession with rules and order, you’ve got this...charm.”

Maan’s face was now a deeper shade of pink, his eyes darting everywhere but at her. “Geet, what’s going on? Did you hit your head or something?”

Geet groaned, throwing her hands up. “Why is this so hard? I’m trying to tell you that I like you, you idiot!”

Maan froze, his pen slipping from his fingers and clattering onto the desk. “You...what?”

“I like you,” she repeated, more confidently this time. “Even when you’re being insufferable. Especially when you’re being insufferable. And I know I drive you crazy, but you don’t seem to mind. At least, not enough to stay away.”

Maan’s mouth opened, then closed, then opened again. For a man who prided himself on quick thinking, he looked utterly at a loss for words.

“Say something, will you?” Geet prompted, her frustration mingling with amusement. “This isn’t a courtroom, you know. You’re allowed to speak without being questioned.”

“I, uh...” Maan cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair. “I didn’t see this coming.”

“Clearly,” Geet said dryly.

“But,” he continued, his voice softening, “I think I’ve felt the same way for a while. I just...didn’t know how to say it.”

Geet blinked, caught off guard by his honesty. “Really?”

Maan nodded, his blush deepening. “You’re the most infuriating person I’ve ever met. And the most brilliant. And...” He hesitated, as if the next words were too big to say. “You make everything feel...better.”

Geet’s heart skipped a beat, but she couldn’t resist teasing him. “Wow, Maan Singh Khurana, are you blushing?”

“No,” he said quickly, though his reddened face betrayed him.

“You so are!” she laughed, leaning back in her chair. “Who knew the tough cop had a soft side?”

Maan groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. “Are you going to make fun of me for this forever?”

“Probably,” Geet said, grinning. “But don’t worry. I’ll balance it out by being nice sometimes.”

“How generous,” he muttered, though there was a small smile tugging at his lips.

Geet stood, walking around the desk until she was right in front of him. She leaned down, her face just inches from his. “You’re lucky I like you, ACP. Otherwise, I’d sue you for being this slow on the uptake.”

Maan chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re impossible, Geet.”

“And you’re stuck with me,” she shot back, smiling.

Before he could respond, she leaned in and kissed his cheek...a quick, playful peck that left him momentarily stunned.

“Goodnight, ACP,” she said, grabbing her bag and heading for the door.

Maan watched her go, a slow smile spreading across his face. For once, he didn’t have a comeback.

As Geet disappeared into the night, Maan leaned back in his chair, still feeling the warmth of her kiss on his cheek.

“Yeah” he murmured to himself, “I’m definitely stuck with her. And I don’t mind one bit”

Epilogue

Twelve months later...

“Maan! Stop being such a perfectionist and hand me the knife!” Geet’s voice echoed through the kitchen as she tried...emphasis on tried...to chop vegetables for their anniversary dinner

Maan, looking effortlessly smug in his casual black t-shirt and track pants, leaned against the counter with a smirk. “Do you even know how to use this?” He waved the knife dramatically.

Geet huffed, planting her hands on her hips. “Excuse me, ACP! I’ve been cooking for months now. I know how to chop!!"

“Oh, really? Because last time you tried, I ended up eating ‘potato soup’ that was 90% water and 10% burned ambition. Let’s not even talk about the burnt roti..."

Geet’s mouth fell open. “Maan Singh Khurana!” she yelled, swatting his arm. “You’re impossible”

“And yet, here I am. Stuck with you forever,” he teased, handing her the knife with a wink

“Forever, indeed. You’re lucky you look good, or I would’ve divorced you by now”

Maan raised an eyebrow, stepping closer to her. “Divorced me? That’s funny, because as far as I remember, you practically tackled me to the mandap”

“I did not!”

“Oh, you did. You were so desperate to make me your husband, you didn’t even wait for the priest to finish chanting. I’m still recovering from the shock”

Geet gasped, scandalized. “Say one more word, and you’re sleeping on the couch tonight,” she warned, narrowing her eyes

Maan chuckled, leaning down so their noses almost touched. “Admit it. You’re crazy about me”

“Crazy? Yes. About you? Debatable” But the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her

Before she could pull back, Maan’s arm wrapped around her waist, tugging her closer. “Careful, Mrs. Khurana. You’re playing with fire”

“And you’re playing with my patience” she shot back, though her cheeks were turning crimson

“Patience? Is that what you called it when you wrote ‘Geet loves Maan’ all over your case files last year?”

Geet’s jaw dropped. “I did not! Who told you that?”

“Your assistant, of course. She thought it was adorable”

“That traitor!”

Maan laughed, pulling her back into his arms. “Relax, sweetheart. I loved it. Although” his voice dropped to a teasing murmur, “if you were that obsessed with me, you could’ve just skipped the formalities”

Geet frowned, confused. “What do you mean?”

“Well, we could’ve skipped the wedding altogether and just gone straight to the honeymoon” he said with a wicked grin.

It took her a moment to process, and when she did, her face turned beet red. “Maan!”

“What?” he asked innocently, leaning closer. “Just saying. You did seem very... enthusiastic that night. Remember how you...”

“ACP MAAN SINGH KHURANA!” she yelled, clamping a hand over his mouth. “If you say one more word, I swear...”

His muffled laughter was contagious, and she couldn’t help but giggle as she pushed him away.

~~

Later that evening, they sat on the couch, the failed dinner replaced with takeout. Maan had his arm around Geet, and she was pretending to be engrossed in a legal drama on TV.

“You know, this show is so unrealistic” she said.

“Says the woman who once argued with a traffic cop for an hour about why she didn’t need a helmet” Maan quipped.

“That’s different! I had solid reasoning”

“Sure you did” Maan replied, smirking.

Geet turned to face him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “By the way, do you know what’s on my to-do list for tonight?”

He leaned in, intrigued. “What?”

“Winning another argument with my husband.”

Maan laughed, pulling her closer. “Oh, you can try. But I warn you, Mrs. Khurana. I play dirty”

Geet smirked, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “Good. So do I.”

Maan’s laughter turned into a soft chuckle as he shook his head. “You really are something else”

“And you love me for it” she replied confidently.

“Always” he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

As the night unfolded, their banter continued, laced with love, teasing, and the kind of intimacy that only they could share - a perfect mix of chaos and devotion that made their world uniquely theirs.

Hello, dear readers!

I'm excited to share my new SS with you all. While this may not be my finest work, I hope you find it enjoyable. I've compiled all the parts in first post for your convenience. If you could take a moment to like and comment on each post as you read, it would truly mean a lot to me. Atleast like and comment It boosts up my energy and willingness to write more.

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Hello, dear readers!

I'm excited to share my new SS with you all. While this may not be my finest work, I hope you find it enjoyable. I've compiled all the parts in first post for your convenience. If you could take a moment to like and comment on each post as you read, it would truly mean a lot to me. Atleast like and comment It boosts up my energy and willingness to write more.

Happy reading!

Hello,

I'm excited to share my new SS with you all. While this may not be my finest work, I hope you find it enjoyable. I've compiled all the parts in first post for your convenience. If you could take a moment to like and comment on each post as you read, it would truly mean a lot to me. Atleast like and comment It boosts up my energy and willingness to write more.

Happy reading!