ManEet OS: If Geet Had Run Away

Maan Geet OS: If Geet Had Run Away

The wedding was tomorrow.

Geet sat in her room staring at the bridal outfit spread across her bed.

Red.

Heavy.

Beautiful.

And it felt like a prison.

Everyone was celebrating outside.

Nobody had asked her if she wanted this marriage.

Nobody had cared.

Her opinion did not matter.

The decision had already been made.

A girl from Hoshiyarpur obeyed.

A daughter obeyed.

A bride obeyed.

Geet looked at the moon outside her window.

For the first time in her life, she wondered what would happen if she didn't.

By dawn she was gone.

---

Delhi was nothing like Hoshiyarpur.

It was loud.

Fast.

Merciless.

Three months later, Geet stood in the middle of a construction site arguing with a man who looked like he had never smiled a day in his life.

"You cannot fire me."

The man slowly lowered his sunglasses.

"I already have."

"Then I refuse."

His jaw tightened.

"You refuse?"

"Haan."

The man stared.

Nobody spoke to Maan Singh Khurana like this.

Nobody.

Yet somehow this girl had been doing it for ten minutes.

"And who exactly are you to refuse my decision?"

Geet crossed her arms.

"Who are you to make it?"

Silence.

Complete silence.

Adi looked ready to resign.

Maan looked ready to explode.

---

Weeks passed.

Then months.

Geet became a permanent storm in Maan's perfectly controlled world.

She talked too much.

Questioned everything.

Ignored his authority.

Walked into his cabin without permission.

Argued with him in meetings.

And somehow—

He found himself looking for her.

If she was absent, the office felt strangely quiet.

If she was upset, he noticed.

If she smiled at someone else, irritation settled somewhere beneath his ribs.

He ignored it.

He was Maan Singh Khurana.

Feelings were irrelevant.

---

Then Dev returned.

The moment Geet saw him, the world stopped.

Dev.

The man she had been supposed to marry.

The man whose lies she had discovered days before the wedding.

The man already secretly married to Naintara.

The reason she had fled Hoshiyarpur.

Dev's face lost all color.

"Geet."

Maan looked up sharply.

The fear in Dev's voice did not escape him.

Neither did the shock in Geet's eyes.

"You know each other?"

Nobody answered.

Maan's expression darkened.

"I asked a question."

Dev swallowed.

Geet looked away.

"We met in Hoshiyapur."

It wasn't a lie.

But it wasn't the truth either.

Maan knew immediately.

Something was wrong.

Very wrong.

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After that day Maan watched.

He noticed Dev avoiding Geet.

He noticed Geet becoming tense whenever Dev entered a room.

He noticed conversations ending when he approached.

And he hated not knowing why.

One evening he found Geet standing alone on the terrace.

Delhi's lights glittered below.

She didn't notice him approaching.

For once she wasn't talking.

Wasn't smiling.

Wasn't fighting.

Just standing there.

Looking lost.

Something about it unsettled him.

"You should go inside."

Geet glanced over her shoulder.

Normally she would have replied with something irritating.

Tonight she only nodded.

Maan frowned.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm fine."

"Liar."

The word escaped before he could stop it.

Geet looked surprised.

So was he.

Maan rarely asked questions.

He certainly didn't care enough to ask twice.

Yet here he was.

Waiting.

She looked away.

"My past followed me to Delhi."

Something cold settled inside him.

Dev.

The answer came instantly.

He didn't know how.

He just knew.

"Did he hurt you?"

The question was quiet.

Dangerously quiet.

Geet froze.

Slowly she turned toward him.

For a moment neither spoke.

Maan's hands clenched into fists.

Something unfamiliar burned inside him.

Anger.

Protectiveness.

Possessiveness.

All at once.

He didn't understand it.

He only knew one thing.

The thought of someone hurting Geet made him furious.

"No," she whispered finally.

"Not anymore."

Maan held her gaze.

Then, for the first time, he said something he had never said to anyone.

"If someone troubles you..."

His voice was low.

Controlled.

Deadly.

"They answer to me."

Geet stared at him.

Because Maan Singh Khurana never made promises lightly.

And when he did—

He kept them.

Always.

The wind stirred around them.

Neither moved.

Neither looked away.

For the first time since arriving in Delhi, Geet felt safe.

Not because her problems were gone.

Not because her past had disappeared.

But because standing beside her was a man who would walk through fire before letting anyone harm her.

Maan didn't say he loved her.

He wasn't ready for that truth.

Perhaps he didn't even understand it yet.

But as he stood there watching her beneath the city lights, one realization settled heavily in his chest.

Whatever battle Geet was fighting—

She would never fight it alone again.

The End

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