Maan and Geet- Love Wins Against All Odds.. - Page 4

great story

very interesting

Chapter 5

glad that daadima is supporting Geet

she was correct about Maan's state of mind

agree with daadima on the way forward

Geet's reaction was reasonable

pleased that she assured Geet

so the planning started

as expected Maan warned Geet

well Geet saved Maan

not surprised that Maan was affected by Geet's touch

daadima is indeed smart

she created situations so that Maan can rely on Geet

at least Maan was not rude to Geet

daadima gave Geet good advice

of cos Maan is thinking about Geet

he was clearly frustrated

then the object of his thoughts appeared

great that Geet was persistent

daadima remarks were reasonable

liked that Geet has hope

update soon

Nice part

Both are trying

Maan ko kuch yaad aa jaaye

Here you go guys!

Chapter 6 – A Day of Closeness

The morning sun filtered through the grand windows of Khurana Mansion, illuminating the polished floors and the lush interiors. Geet walked carefully down the staircase, carrying a small stack of files Daadima had asked her to deliver to Maan.

She paused at the foot of the stairs, taking a deep breath. Today, Daadima had planned a day for her to assist Maan with office work at the mansion itself. Nothing too dramatic — just a few meetings and some paperwork — but enough for Maan to be reminded of her presence and reliability.

Geet adjusted her dupatta and whispered softly to herself, “Bas aaj… aaj bhi himmat dikhani hai.”

Maan’s study was as pristine and intimidating as always. He was seated behind his massive desk, reviewing contracts, his sharp brows furrowed in concentration. When he looked up and saw Geet standing in the doorway, he tensed immediately.

“Tum yahan kya kar rahi ho?” His voice was clipped, but Geet noticed a flicker of something behind his stormy eyes — curiosity, maybe even a tiny shred of acknowledgment.

“Files le aayi hoon… aapke liye,” Geet replied, holding them out steadily. “Aur Daadima ne kaha ki aaj aapko thoda help chahiye hogi.”

Maan’s jaw tightened. “Mujhe help ki zarurat nahi hai. Tum bas quietly raho aur disturb mat karo.”

Geet suppressed a smile. His old authoritative tone had returned, yet the faint tremor in his voice betrayed the truth — he was unsettled by her presence.

The morning passed with meetings, phone calls, and reviewing project blueprints. Daadima had arranged everything so that Geet and Maan had to work together closely.

At one point, while discussing the site plan for a new project, Maan pointed to a corner of the blueprint. “Geet… yahan ka measurement thoda adjust karna padega. Tum handle karogi?”

Geet’s eyes met his, steady and confident. “Ji Sir, main dekh lungi.” She leaned over the desk to trace the lines, and her arm brushed against his. Maan’s chest tightened, though he quickly shifted back to hide his reaction.

“Careful,” he muttered, though his eyes lingered on her longer than necessary.

Geet’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile. “Ji Sir… always careful.”

Later, a sudden crash echoed from the balcony outside. Maan instinctively moved forward, only to find a stack of boxes had toppled. Without thinking, Geet rushed to steady the heaviest box, her hands meeting his in the process.

Their eyes locked for a heartbeat, neither pulling away immediately. The tension was electric — the kind that made breathing difficult, hearts race, and memories feel just out of reach.

Maan’s hand twitched as if he wanted to hold hers longer, but he forced himself to step back. “Are you always this… impulsive?” His tone was annoyed, but his eyes betrayed him.

Geet smirked faintly. “Ji Sir… life mein thoda impulsive hona bhi zaruri hai.”

By afternoon, the mansion staff had cleared the room, leaving Geet and Maan alone with paperwork and blueprints. The quiet was heavy but comfortable. Geet noticed Maan’s restless movements — tapping his pen, rubbing his temple, a frown that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Sir… aap kaafi tense lag rahe hain. Thoda break le lijiye,” Geet suggested softly, offering him a cup of tea she had prepared.

Maan hesitated, then reluctantly accepted the cup. Their fingers brushed as he took it, and this time, the spark of closeness lasted longer than before. Maan stiffened, aware of it, but he didn’t pull away immediately.

“Thanks,” he muttered, his voice low.

Geet’s heart fluttered at the simplicity of the word. She nodded, trying not to smile too widely.

As the day progressed, Daadima’s plan worked subtly. A few more “accidents” — a file falling near him, a pen rolling toward her, minor construction questions — forced Maan to interact with Geet repeatedly. Each time, he felt that strange pull he couldn’t explain.

By late afternoon, they found themselves on the balcony again, reviewing a blueprint for an upcoming project. The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink.

“Yeh project… tumhare input ke bina incomplete hai,” Maan admitted quietly, his eyes not leaving the blueprint.

Geet looked at him, her voice gentle. “Sir… aapke saath kaam karke hi complete lagta hai.” Her eyes flicked toward him, searching for a reaction.

Maan stiffened, then looked away. The words struck deeper than he wanted to admit. For the first time, he realized that he needed her — not just for work, but in ways he refused to name.

That evening, as Geet returned to her room, she reflected on the day. The small moments — their hands brushing, shared laughter over minor mishaps, the quiet looks — all felt like tiny victories. She whispered softly to herself, “Bas… thoda aur, Geet. Bas thoda aur patience. Tumhara Maan phir se yaad karega.”

Meanwhile, in his study, Maan sat alone, staring at the papers he had supposedly been working on. Instead, his thoughts kept drifting to her — to the warmth of her hand, the sound of her voice, the way she had smiled when she steadied the fallen box.

Why am I thinking about her like this? he muttered under his breath. I don’t even know her… and still… I can’t stop noticing her.

The silent storm inside him was growing, a storm that would not subside until he remembered everything — and until he could no longer deny the pull between them.

That’s it for now!!!