||When Destiny Knocked Twice|| CHAPTER 2 Updated

Five years ago, Geet Handa disappeared from Delhi without telling anyone. The world believed she had run away after a scandal that destroyed her family's reputation. Only Geet knows the truth—she left to protect someone she loved.

Now she returns under a new identity: Gouri Sharma , a talented architect known across Europe. She has been invited to redesign the prestigious Khurana Heritage City, the biggest project of Khurana Constructions.

The problem?

The owner is Maan Singh Khurana.

The man she once loved.
The man who believes she betrayed him.

Maan has spent five years turning heartbreak into ambition. He is colder, more powerful, and determined never to trust anyone again.

When Geet walks into the boardroom, both freeze.

Neither expected destiny to give them another chance.

But before they can face their past, mysterious accidents begin happening at the construction site. Confidential files disappear. Anonymous letters warn Geet to leave Delhi before "history repeats itself."

Someone knows the truth about what happened five years ago.

Someone has been waiting for Geet's return.

And someone will do anything to ensure Maan and Geet never uncover the truth.

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hii all, here i am with a new story if you will support me like the last one.

Congratulations on your new SS

Prologue is Interesting and makes me very curious

to know what had happened

for someone to want Maan and Geet separated

Hi hope you are well

Congratulations on the new story

Great introduction... finely written

So Geet left to protect Maan

Now she is back

Wonder who wants to separate Maan and Geet

Will they succeed?

Update soon

Who was Geet protecting and from whom? She may have another identity, but her old identity is not so hidden.

PROLOGUE

The Last Goodbye

Delhi...

Five years ago.

The city shimmered beneath a sky filled with countlessstars, its lights twinkling like tiny promises. In the heart of South Delhistood the magnificent Khurana Mansion, glowing with warmth and celebration.Crystal chandeliers sparkled from every ceiling, fragrant white lilies and redroses decorated every corner, and the sound of laughter echoed through thegrand halls.

Tonight wasn't just another family gathering.

It was Dadima's sixty birthday, and almost everyinfluential business family in Delhi had been invited.

But for one man...

Tonight meant something far more important.

Standing alone on the balcony, dressed in a perfectlytailored black suit, Maan Singh Khurana looked nothing like the fearlessbusinessman the world admired.

His hands were trembling.

Inside his pocket rested a small velvet box.

A diamond ring.

For weeks he had rehearsed what he wanted to say.

For years he had hidden what he felt.

And tonight...

He was finally going to tell Geet Handa that she wasthe only woman he had ever loved.

A soft breeze brushed against his face.

His lips curved into the faintest smile as he remembered thefirst time she'd barged into his office, arguing with him over a constructionplan, refusing to back down despite his intimidating reputation. Everyone elsefeared him.

Geet never had.

She challenged him.

She laughed at him.

She cared for him without expecting anything in return.

Somewhere between those endless arguments and stolen smiles,she'd become the center of his world.

Behind him, Dadima appeared with her familiar, knowingsmile.

"So..."

Maan turned.

Dadima folded her arms. "Are you planning to stand hereall evening, or are you finally going to tell that girl how much you loveher?"

Maan looked away, suddenly feeling like a nervous teenager.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Dadima laughed softly.

"You've built skyscrapers, negotiated billion-rupeecontracts, and scared half the business world. Yet one tiny girl makes youspeechless."

Maan smiled despite himself.

"She isn't tiny."

Dadima's eyes sparkled.

"So you have been noticing."

Maan sighed, unable to hide it any longer.

"I love her, Dadima."

The words felt liberating.

"I've loved her for a long time."

Dadima placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"Then don't waste another moment."

She glanced toward the ballroom.

"Go bring my granddaughter home."

For the first time in years, Maan felt something strongerthan ambition.

Hope.

He slipped the ring box back into his pocket and headedinside.

The ballroom was alive with music and conversation. Guestsmingled beneath glittering chandeliers while waiters moved gracefully throughthe crowd.

Maan's eyes searched instinctively for Geet.

She wasn't near the stage.

Not by the buffet.

Not with Pinky or Adi.

A strange unease settled over him.

He walked toward Pinky.

"Where's Geet?"

Pinky frowned.

"She was here a few minutes ago."

"Did she say where she was going?"

"No..."

Adi joined them, balancing two plates of snacks.

"I thought she went to the garden."

Maan checked the garden.

Empty.

The library.

Empty.

The terrace.

Empty.

His heartbeat quickened.

"Geet?" he called, his voice carrying through thequiet corridors.

No answer.

He searched every room in the mansion.

Nothing.

A member of the household staff approached hesitantly.

"Sir..."

"Yes?"

"Someone asked me to give you this."

The man handed him a white envelope.

Maan's chest tightened.

He recognized the handwriting instantly.

Geet's.

His fingers shook as he opened it.

Inside was a single sheet of paper.

Maan...

I'm sorry.

Please don't look for me.

Forget me.

It's the only way to protect everyone.

Goodbye.

— Geet

For several long seconds, the world around him seemed todisappear.

He read the letter again.

And again.

Every word felt impossible.

"No..."

His voice cracked.

"No... this isn't Geet."

The paper slipped from his hands.

Pinky picked it up, her eyes widening.

"What...?"

Adi stared in disbelief.

"This doesn't make sense."

Maan rushed out of the mansion.

The guards hadn't seen where she had gone.

Her phone was switched off.

Her luggage was gone.

Her room was empty.

It was as though she had vanished into thin air.

That night, not a single person in the Khurana family slept.

The next morning...

Delhi woke to shocking headlines splashed across everynewspaper.

HANDA INFRA ACCUSED OF MASSIVE FINANCIAL FRAUD

INVESTORS LOSE CRORES

HANDA FAMILY DISAPPEARS OVERNIGHT

Television channels replayed the same breaking news on loop.

Reporters crowded outside the deserted Handa residence.

The family had disappeared without a trace.

The scandal spread across the city within hours.

People whispered that Geet had betrayed everyone.

That she'd fled to escape the consequences.

At Khurana Mansion, Maan stood silently in his office,staring at the newspaper.

The ring box still rested on his desk.

Unopened.

His jaw tightened.

The hurt in his eyes slowly hardened into something colder.

Resolve.

"If running away was your choice..."

His voice was barely above a whisper.

"Then I won't wait anymore."

He closed the ring box and locked it inside a drawer.

"I'll never look for you again."

Outside the office, Dadima closed her eyes, silently prayingthat one day fate would reveal the truth.

Miles away, a black car sped along a deserted highway.

In the back seat sat Geet.

Tears streamed down her face as she clutched anotherenvelope to her chest.

Inside it was a photograph of Maan smiling—a candid picturetaken months earlier.

"I didn't leave because I stopped loving you," shewhispered through her tears.

"I left because I had no other choice."

She looked out the window as Delhi disappeared behind her.

"I just hope... one day... you'll know the truth."

The car disappeared into the morning mist.

Neither Maan nor Geet knew that someone had been watchingtheir every move.

From the shadows of an abandoned warehouse, a mysteriousfigure placed a file marked "Project Phoenix" into a lockedcabinet.

A satisfied smile crossed the stranger's face.

"Perfect."

"They've finally been separated."

"But the game..."

The figure switched off the light.

"...has only just begun."

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Curious Start

Maan is in love with Geet but seems like there is someone that

did not want Maan and Geet together

Geet was forced to leave Maan yet she is deeply in love with him

and the fact that she is protecting him she had to leave

but for Maan it seems like a betrayal

Fascinating prologue.... superbly written

Maan was so excited to propose to Geet

Of cos dadima knows him well

Adore dadima teasing Maan

Oh no Geet left

So she left a note for Maan

His reaction was justified

Feeling for Maan

So the Handa family is facing a crisis

As expected Geet left to protect Maan

Now her family also left

Not surprised that Maan was shattered

Sad that he resolved not to look for Geet e

Dadima' s thoughts were reasonable

Does she know something

Geet really loves Maan

She should have spoken to Maan instead of leaving

Will he get to know the truth?

Who is behind all this?

They clearly wanted to separate Maan and Geet

What game has begun?

What is their motive?

Update soon

Chapter 1 – The Woman Who Returned

Five Years Later...

The morning sun bathed Delhi in a warm golden glow asflights from around the world landed one after another at Indira GandhiInternational Airport. Travelers hurried through the arrival gates, someexcited to reunite with their families, while others stepped into the city forthe very first time.

Among them walked a young woman dressed in an elegant ivorypantsuit. A pair of dark sunglasses concealed her expressive eyes, while hershoulder-length hair swayed gently with every step. She carried herself withquiet confidence, the kind earned through years of hard work rather thaninherited privilege.

To the world, she was Gauri Sharma, one of Europe'smost sought-after architects.

But beneath that new name...

She was still Geet Handa.

She paused just outside the airport terminal.

Delhi.

Five years.

Five years since she had left this city with nothing but abroken heart and a secret too dangerous to reveal.

She closed her eyes for a brief moment and inhaled deeply.

"So much has changed," she whispered.

A familiar voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Welcome back to India, ma'am."

Her assistant, Riya Mehta, waved enthusiasticallywhile holding a tablet and a bouquet of lilies.

Geet smiled warmly.

"Thank you, Riya."

"I've arranged everything exactly as you instructed.Your apartment is ready, the project files have been delivered, and yourmeeting with Khurana Constructions is tomorrow morning."

At the mention of the company, Geet's smile faded almostimperceptibly.

"Khurana Constructions..."

The words still had the power to make her heart race.

She quickly composed herself.

"Good."

Riya looked at her curiously.

"Are you nervous?"

Geet gave a faint smile.

"I've worked on projects worth billions. I don't getnervous."

Riya laughed.

"I've read all about Khurana Constructions. Their CEOis famous."

Geet remained silent.

"People say he's impossible to impress."

Silence.

"They also say he's incredibly handsome."

Geet looked out of the car window.

"I've heard."

Riya continued excitedly.

"Maan Singh Khurana. Business magazines call him the'Iron King of Indian Infrastructure.'"

Geet's fingers tightened around her handbag.

She knew every headline.

Every interview.

Every award.

Every achievement.

For five years she had secretly followed his success fromthousands of miles away.

She knew he had transformed Khurana Constructions into oneof Asia's leading companies.

She also knew...

He hated her.

...

Across the city, the towering headquarters of KhuranaConstructions dominated the skyline.

Inside the executive boardroom, a presentation was underway.

Directors and senior managers sat around a long glass tablewhile a projector displayed the blueprint of an ambitious township project.

At the head of the table sat Maan Singh Khurana.

Sharp grey suit.

Calm expression.

Unreadable eyes.

He listened to every detail without interrupting.

When the presentation ended, silence filled the room.

Finally, Maan spoke.

"This design ignores environmental regulations."

The project director swallowed nervously.

"Sir..."

"The residential blocks reduce emergency access."

Another silence.

"The budget estimate is unrealistic."

No one dared respond.

Maan closed the file.

"Rejected."

The meeting ended instantly.

Everyone hurried out of the room, relieved to have survivedanother review.

Only Adi remained behind.

He smiled sheepishly.

"You scared them again."

"I pay them to work."

"And I stay because I enjoy risking my life."

A faint smile appeared on Maan's face.

Only Adi could joke with him.

Adi sat opposite him.

"Tomorrow's meeting..."

"I know."

"The international architect arrives."

Maan nodded.

"The board is very excited."

"I care about results, not excitement."

Adi sighed dramatically.

"You know, normal people occasionally smile."

"I smiled."

"When?"

"Just now."

Adi blinked.

"I must have missed it."

For the first time that morning, Maan chuckled softly.

The office door opened.

His secretary entered.

"Sir, the architect from London has landedsafely."

Maan glanced at the project file.

"Gauri Sharma."

One of the world's finest architects.

Award-winning.

Creative.

Professional.

He expected nothing more.

He certainly didn't expect his past to walk through hisoffice door.

...

Meanwhile...

Geet stood inside her apartment overlooking the Delhiskyline.

The city looked exactly as she remembered.

Yet everything felt different.

She unpacked a small wooden box from her suitcase.

Inside lay an old photograph.

She and Maan.

Smiling during a charity event years ago.

Her fingers gently traced his face.

"I kept my promise."

A tear escaped despite her efforts to stop it.

"I stayed away."

She placed the photograph back into the box.

"But destiny brought me here again."

The doorbell rang.

Riya entered carrying several project files.

"Tomorrow's schedule."

Geet accepted them.

"The board meeting begins at ten."

"Anything else?"

"Only one thing."

Riya hesitated.

"The CEO personally requested that every consultantreport directly to him."

Geet looked up.

"What?"

"Apparently, he oversees every major decisionhimself."

Her heartbeat quickened.

Tomorrow.

After five years.

She would stand face to face with Maan Singh Khurana.

Would he recognize her immediately?

Would he ask questions?

Or would he simply look at her with the same cold hatredthat haunted her memories?

Sleep refused to come that night.

...

The next morning...

At exactly 9:55 a.m., a sleek black sedan stopped outsideKhurana Constructions.

Geet stepped out.

Employees entering the building paused for a moment,admiring the confident architect who had arrived to lead the company's biggestproject.

She adjusted her blazer and walked through the revolvingglass doors.

Inside, the receptionist greeted her politely.

"Welcome, Ms. Gauri Sharma."

"Thank you."

"The board is waiting."

As the elevator doors closed, Geet stared at her reflectionin the mirrored walls.

Five years.

Countless sleepless nights.

A thousand unanswered questions.

Everything had led to this moment.

The elevator reached the top floor.

The doors slid open.

She walked toward the massive boardroom.

On the other side of that door...

Maan Singh Khurana was waiting.

Geet took one deep breath.

Then pushed the door open.

Her footsteps echoed across the silent room.

Maan looked up from the project file.

Time stopped.

The file slipped from his hands.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

The woman standing before him...

Had the same eyes.

The same face.

The same heartbeat he had tried to forget for five longyears.

"Geet...?"

The whisper escaped his lips before he could stop it.

She stood frozen.

Their eyes met after five years.

Neither of them spoke.

Neither of them moved.

But both knew...

Life would never be the same again.

To Be Continued...

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Chapter 1

Curious Start

Geet back in Delhi after 5 years

but what secret is she keeping and protecting ?

Maan knows that she is Geet even though she has a different name

now I wonder how she will work with him, because now his pain will surface

and so will his hatred towards her

waiting anxiously to know about the secret that kept them apart