Hi all...How have ya all been? My fever better now stagnant at 101...but I feel loads better. My PC got fixed last night...but dunno what is wrong...with the net connection🤢🤢. Using a neighbour's laptop at the moment😆. My granny told them that I was feeling bored by sleeping all day and so they gave me their laptop to keep me occupied😆. See LUCKY ME!😉 Neways I want to inform you all that the last bit of this update might not be so convincing cause I have no idea how to fly planes and stuff..😆 Neways enjoy the rest of the update...and yah if you feel this update lacks laughing stuff check out these posts. They will make up for the lack of humour....FOR SURE!🤣
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Enjoy the update and don't forget to comment. PART 28"Funny...When I realized I was in love I didn't feel anything new...and extra wonderful. But today when I have a feeling that unconsciously Maan has started loving me back everything is taking new colours and fragrance" Geet smiled and walked towards the Canteen.
"Er...Geet, Group Captain Maan was looking for you. He went towards the solitary confinement room" a guy informed her.
Geet looked at the fellow highly surprised. She had seen Maan cozily snuggled in bed when she left the house for the Canteen. Was it possible that he had reached here before her??
"Thanks" she nodded at the guy politely and made towards the Solitary Confinement room.
Everything was impenetrably dark within the room and Geet walked inside, her heart fluttering wildly. Why did Maan call her here?
She heard the door close behind her with the softest creak. "Maan?" she whispered. Her voice boomed through the spacious room. The room had only a bench in it which was pushed against the wall having the only window. It felt like some doomed jail. Geet was aware that solitary confinement was the most harsh punishment given.
"Maan, where are you?" she asked again into the darkness. Her knee hit the bench causing her to fall down. "Arrgghh.." she let out. Within seconds she was pulled up roughly. From mere touch she could make out that it wasn't Maan.....even the cologne was different.
"Who is this?" she asked fear gripping her heart. Geet Handa was a fighter...but here she didn't even know who her opponent was. It put her in an uncomfortably lower hand.
"Scream as much as you want....Your boyfriend will never hear you" a familiar hiss reached her ears. She quickly recollected the source.....It was the guy Maan had punched in the Canteen.
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"Adi, Have you seen Geet?" Maan was tensed. His dream had made him restless and not finding Geet anywhere in the Base Camp was making him go wild with increasing panic.
"In the morning I had seen her near the solitary confinement room..." Adi offered.
Maan thanked him and ran towards the room. He had been searching for her from morning after his training sessions but was unable to locate her. The Canteen staff told him that she hadn't come today for work. It was well past evening and yawning into night and she hadn't reached home either. Maan had already made two trips back home searching for Geet.
His legs carried him fast towards the room. He saw the door bolted from outside but decided to peep in.
Geet sat there, on the only bench in that room. She was looking out of the high window with the fresh moonlight shimmering across her face. Maan saw that there were tears....silent tears very unlike the tears he had seen on the occasion of her outburst. He entered the room.
Geet sensed Maan's cologne floating across the room and turned her head in his direction. Their eyes were locked....Maan saw the wounds inflicted in there. His heart hammered with pain....a pain so excruciating that he found it hard to breathe. He sat down on the bench next to Geet. She turned her face away looking at the white disc in the starry sky through the window.
His hand came over hers, gently reassuring that 'Come what may...I'll be there'. Her hands trembled faintly in his.
"Geet, what happened?" he found his voice.
"The fellow in the Canteen you punched.....tricked me into coming here. They gave me a message that you were waiting for me in here....I came..." her voice stopped. Maan sensed the feelings taunting her at the moment. His own heart fearing what had happened in this room.....
The image of that burly guy harassing and mutilating Geet ripped his heart apart....It ached him.
"His Geet....The ETERNAL SONG of His LIFE......HIS LOVE....GEET!" his heart completed his feelings.
"Did they....???" he couldn't bear to say the word 'rape'. His eyes were filled....This was the second time that tears were flowing down his eyes. The first time had been during Sameer's funeral. The tears slipped and fell on Geet's hand. She looked up at him...her eyes tinted with a sheen of a new tear attack.
"No..." the answer caught him by surprise. It was only then he noticed that her clothes were intact.
She turned her face to show him the other side.....His heart stopped. On her neck and cheek there were black and blue bruises. Maan could make out the finger imprints. The guy had slapped her continuously. It fired Maan....
On her neck the marks were more pronounced but somehow Maan could exactly figure with what he had hit her. The question mark covered the expanse of his face. Geet noticed it and muttered "Belt."
Maan squeezed Geet's hand tightly. That moron had hit her with a belt. Maan could feel his blood boiling. How could that fellow stoop so low...hitting a girl with a belt. It was inhumane...
But seeing Geet his anger eruption got postponed for later. First of all he had to take her back home....
"Come on Geet...Let's go home" he pulled at her hand standing up himself. Geet nodded and stood up.
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"Did it hurt?" Maan asked making her sit on her bed. Maan had called up Marshal Nihaal Juneja on the way back home and informed him to take disciplinary action against the guy. His name was Hiten something...
"No...It felt like eating candy" Geet sourly bit back. Maan realized how lame his question was.
"Didn't you hit back?" he asked. Geet could have never stayed still while getting hit...she was sure to get back at him atleast twice.
"He ties my hands up with my ruddy dupatta...." Geet spat. The memory of those slaps and hits were painful enough and the fact that she hadn't been able to hit back was like sprinkling salt on the wounds.
Maan opened the first aid kit and dabbed a swab of cotton with spirit and gently touched Geet's neck bruises with it. She let out a deep hiss that undid something within Maan's heart. He dropped the cotton, held her shoulder and let his trembling lips touch her wound....
Geet whose eyes had been shut due to the burning sensation caused by the lotion jerked them open at the touch of Maan's lips on her neck. "Damn! Inspite of the wounds...it was still sizzling"
"Maan..." she let out a moan. It felt like the ultimate panacea....Geet was only too dazed as to what was happening.
Maan slowly turned her face...to the damaged side and let his breath skim her skin arousing greater sensations. Her heart skipped several beats...Maan sealed his lips on her cheek. Geet arrested her breath thinking hopelessly "Had that idiot damaged my lips...I would got a kiss also..."
Maan drew back and looked at her with a pained expression. His hand rose and Geet could see his fingers tremble.....One shaky fingertip grazed her lower lip. Geet closed her eyes to sink in the essence of the moment. A second later she opened her eyes to see him staring at his finger.
Geet swept her fingers over her lip and found that it was bleeding. The force of the slaps had split open her lip.
"Geet there is something I want to tell you...." Maan stammered hopelessly.
"Maan...before you do...I want to let you know something...You don't have to feel compelled to reciprocate my feelings for you. Neither do I want you to be pressurized by you father's wish....If you want to do anything...Do it from your heart...." Geet told him.
She had been hit by the thought that maybe Maan would feel forced to loved her back due to her feelings or under pressure of that promise. She wanted to make absolutely sure that if they wanted to translate their friendship into love it would be wholly from their hearts....without excuses.
"Tomorrow morning...I want you to come with me to the airfield. Will you come?" he asked, his voice was dipped in a plea.
Geet nodded. He made her lie down comfortably on the bed and tucked her in. He had work to complete.
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The mid afternoon sun beat down on her skin harshly. Geet had never been this close to a plane....never been up in air. The roads were her love...the air was Maan's. Geet was aware that Maan was attempting his level best to cheer her up. She wished she could tell him that the fact that he cared the world for her was enough for her heart to sing melodies....but her face felt sore with pain and she couldn't talk much.
Maan was dressed in pure white which accentuated his rich looks. Geet found it hard to stop staring at him. He was making her behaving like some four year old who had eyed a beautiful toy.
He held her hand and walked firmly towards the private jet sitting before them. On the tail the words 'KingAir' was written.
"Your private jet?" Geet asked him, awed.
He merely smiled at her. The smile caused her heart to somersault. "Damn! this man!" Geet cursed.
Dhananjay Khurana had gifted Maan this private jet on Maan's promotion to Squadron leader. Maan had been ecstatic. A week later the grand old man had passed away leaving the Khurana empire on Pratham Khurana's shoulders. Maan had safely tucked away the jet with Nihaal Juneja who owned a greater number of planes. Maan didn't need the jet....he would fly the official Air Force ones.
Maan bundled her into the cockpit and she wriggled over into the passenger seat, smiling at the novelty of flying with the man she loved. Maan climbed in and settled himself next to , ready for take-off.
"Any questions?" he asked laughingly.
"Am I flying with Maan Singh Khurana, my boss? Or with Group Captain Maan Singh Khurana...or with Mogambo, my friend?"
she giggled.
"You are flying with VAMPIRE Maan...." he winked.
Geet felt a rush of color storm into her cheeks. Her Mogambo had transitioned into CULLEN territory and established himself in her heart. It felt great....
Geet looked on in pride as the Maan completely took over the controls on the plane, efficiently. Her smile swelled with a growing sense of love...for this man who spoke the lanugage of Air.
The pressure in her ears built and the churning sensation in her stomach grew as the plane soared upwards hitting the clouds. Geet closed her eyes trying the curb those feelings.
"You okay?" Maan's concern made her open her eyes. The previous sensations forgotten....only he had her existed...
Maan felt the heightening pleasure of being back in air. Funny...he hadn't noticed Geet's beauty more closely. She shone. Her hair was a halo of glory in the afternoon sunshine. He loved the deep black clarity of her eyes. It occured to him that the vitality of his existence depended on her smiles. He could never hope to cope without her...without her outrageous humour...her sunny charm. She made his life bright, exciting....worth living.
Geet caught him looking at her....wait...staring at her. His honeyed eyes unleashing a tingling feeling that she couldn't control.
"Geet....I LOVE YOU..."
Geet stilled. The world stopped...Time coagulated. Even the air that they had been rushing past hummed with eerie tranquility. The only sounds Geet could hear was her heartbeat jumping wildly and his heart beat loudly giving a silent proof to his words. Her face felt too stiff to either smile or cry. Maan's hands were on the controls and his face was angled towards her...waiting...waiting for her response.
Geet had been aware that this out-of-schedule flight with him was a way he wanted to cheer her up. She had also read the multitude of expressions, the reason of his tears upon seeing her hurt in the room last night. But she hadn't quite expected him to vocalize his feelings this fast....It did come as a surprise. She had expected him to beat round the bush....analyze, re-assess, calculate, make a big speech and then come to the point.....The case here was wholly different.....just a mere, simple, heart-felt 'I LOVE YOU'. It tugged at her heart.
The sweetness of his whole plan seeped into Geet's brain. The flight had been symbolic...to show that he was welcoming Geet into his heart, accepting her as his love....sharing with her things closest to his heart-FLYING! Why didn't it strike her before.
"I love you too, Maan" she smiled back. Her eyes sparkled with joy.
He smiled....sending a letter of extreme joy to Geet's soul. She felt complete.
Khwaabon bina, nigahen meri jee rahin thi
Koi nahin tha yeh akeli meri thi zindagi
Ohhh yehhh'
Khamosh tha honthon pe baatein nahin thi
Koi nahin tha yeh akeli meri thi zindagi
Tum mile toh mil gaya yeh jahaan
Tum mile toh har pal hai naya
Tum mile toh sabse hai' faasla
Tum mile toh jaadu chaa gaya
Tum mile toh jeena aa gaya
Tum mile toh maine paaya' hai khuda
Palken moondein chaahat meri so rahi thi
Khushboo hawaaon mein thi
Maine nahin mehsoos ki
Mmm mm.mm
Jaane kahaan bahaaren meri khil rahi thi
Khushboo hawaaon mein thi
Maine nahin mehsoos ki
Tum mile toh mehki baarishen
Tum mile toh jaagi khwaahishen
Tum mile toh rangon ka hai silsila
Tum mile toh jaadu chaa gaya
Tum mile toh jeena aa gaya
Tum mile toh maine paaya hai khuda
Tune duaaein suni
Dil ki sadaiyen suni
Tujhse main maangu aur kya
Tujh bin adhura hun main
Tere sang poora hun main
Karta hun tera shukriya
Kaise kahoon, kaise kahoon'
Kaise kahoon'kaise kahoon'
Kaise kahoon lamhe mujhe choo rahe hain
Aisa laga hain inmein tera hi toh ehsaas hai
Ohh hooo
Kaise kahoon dil mein nayi aahaten hain
Aisa laga hain inmein tera hi toh ehsaas hai
Tum mile toh mera dil gaya
Tum mile toh sab kuch mil gaya
Tum mile toh logon se kya vaasta
Tum mile toh jaadu chaa gaya
Tum mile toh jeena aa gaya
Tum mile toh maine paaya hai khuda
(I have purposely cut off the english bits...😆)
Love
pallo🤣
Edited by livelygal - 14 years ago
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