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!!!

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dadima's full support n planning geet is taking slow steps to remind maan of their relation n love

Chapter 6

daadima is the best

liked that she is making plans to bring to Maan and Geet closer

so Geet was assisting Maan

of cos he was angry irritated seeing Geet there

however could not say a word knowing why she was there

as expected he does not want Geet's help

glad that daadima's plan worked

pleased that Maan and Geet worked closely together

not surprised that he was affected by her closeness

she indeed noticed this

that moment they shared said everything

great that Maan was not rude to Geet

loved Maan's admission

admire Geet's response

Geet's thoughts were justified

Maan was clearly thinking about Geet

Maan's dilemma and thoughts were understandable

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Hey Guys! Here is Chapter 7!

Chapter 7 – A Subtle Reminder

The Khurana Mansion was buzzing with activity. A small family gathering was planned — nothing formal, just a casual lunch to discuss upcoming business expansions. But for Daadima, this was more than a gathering. It was another step in her plan to gently push Maan and Geet closer.

Geet adjusted her dupatta in front of the mirror, smoothing out every crease. Her heart raced. Today, she would have to interact with Maan constantly, and every word, every gesture had to be precise. She whispered softly to herself, “Bas dhairya… bas patience. Har kadam pe Maan ko yaad aayega.”

In the drawing room, Maan sat with his usual posture — tall, commanding, eyes sharp as they scanned the room. But something felt different today. He found himself glancing toward Geet more often than he realized.

Geet, carrying a tray of refreshments, stepped lightly across the room, carefully avoiding bumping into anyone. When she reached him, she offered a cup of black coffee.

“Sir… coffee?” Her voice was soft, almost hesitant.

Maan’s eyes flicked up. He took the cup, and their fingers brushed. Again. His chest tightened, and he forced himself to look away, muttering, “Thanks.”

Geet’s lips curved slightly, but she kept her composure. These small moments — a touch, a glance — were seeds. Daadima had called them the “subtle reminders.”

The gathering progressed, with cousins, employees, and relatives chatting about business, renovations, and upcoming projects. Geet found herself assigned next to Maan repeatedly. She answered questions, handed files, and discussed plans, all while subtly keeping his focus on her presence.

At one point, a vase toppled near Maan. Geet reacted instantly, steadying it before it fell completely. Their eyes met, and for a heartbeat, Maan’s breath caught. He said nothing — but the moment lingered, unspoken.

Later, as the sun streamed through the French windows, Maan found himself walking beside Geet toward the balcony, ostensibly to check a business plan.

“You seem… very confident with everything,” Maan said abruptly, not looking at her.

Geet smiled faintly, trying to hide the flutter in her chest. “Sir… confidence comes with experience. And… thoda patience bhi hota hai.”

Maan’s jaw tightened. He could feel it — her words, her presence, the way she moved, the way her voice had a rhythm that seemed oddly familiar. Why does this feel… natural?

By evening, the gathering had dispersed. Geet returned to her room, exhausted but satisfied. She had survived another day without Maan realizing how deeply she was affecting him.

Meanwhile, Maan stood at his study window, the city lights reflecting off the glass. His mind replayed every interaction — every accidental touch, every glance, every soft word she had spoken.

Why am I thinking about her like this? he murmured, frustration and curiosity battling within him. I don’t even remember… and yet…

He pressed a hand to his chest. That subtle pull, the inexplicable warmth, the sudden flashes of deja vu — they were growing stronger every day.

Daadima, watching from the staircase, gave a small smile. “Beta… bas kuch aur din. Tumhara Maan phir se yaad karega. Aur phir… sab kuch phir se shuru hoga.”

Geet, unaware of Daadima’s words, whispered to herself in the quiet of her room, “Bas thoda aur… aur phir Maan ko yaad aayega ki main sirf uski hoon.”

That’s it’s for this Chapter! Hope you guys like it!!!