MG ~The Heart has its Reasons~ Note - pg44 - Page 7

nice starting

Originally posted by: NoorFatima

nice starting

i really liked it

cont. soon

Thanks alot for what u did realy thanksfull from my heart

Originally posted by: lody

Thanks alot for what u did realy thanksfull from my heart

Love love love your FF and your sense of humor. 🤣

Loved the part about the Handa's behavior in front of the suitor 🤣 ..... I could visualize that and imagine Geet's expressions. 🤣

and Geet ran away with Brij's favorite scarf just to be contrary 🤣

Geet thinks she is auditioing for a role 🤣

Can't wait for more. Could you please PM me when you update?

Thanks
Jhan

Originally posted by: liv2laugh

Love love love your FF and your sense of humor. 🤣

Loved the part about the Handa's behavior in front of the suitor 🤣 ..... I could visualize that and imagine Geet's expressions. 🤣

and Geet ran away with Brij's favorite scarf just to be contrary 🤣

Geet thinks she is auditioing for a role 🤣

Can't wait for more. Could you please PM me when you update?

Thanks
Jhan

hey ya.... Nisha awesome track... thanks for the pm... & please pm me when u update nex...

Originally posted by: nisha.munim

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Thanks so much Sireesha!

Dhak dhak has entered... kind of. lol. But yeah there would be a lot more of him in forthcoming parts. In part 1, I had to give the background and set the scne, But now it's Maaneet all the way! :D

Originally posted by: Tressa

hey ya.... Nisha awesome track... thanks for the pm... & please pm me when u update nex...

lol.... Geet ran away wid brij's scarf & money... cool ya.. nice idea.. :)

(See Index for links to video preview and Part 1)

Part 2

Geet turned towards the door, where all the girls' dreamily blinking eyes were fixed, albeit in a rather floaty way.

The object of the sighing pandemic was the young man leaning lazily against the door frame, with a confident smirk on his handsome face. He was wearing a well-fitting half-sleeved maroon shirt, that clearly delineated and accentuated his well-chiseled biceps, and a black waistcoat over it. He swaggered into the studio, allowing his sharp eyes to freely scan the girls from hairline to stilettos.

He stopped at Geet, who was the only one without the customary groveling starry-eyed look. She distinctly stood out from the rest of the girls, by the way she was looking at him, curiously, with that unacceptable probing look, as though she was the one evaluating him. Also, she had manifestly missed the part in the advert that mentioned "sexy" as dress code. The nerve! She was very beautiful, no doubt, but her mere presence in the room presented itself as a source of acute irritation to him. Actually, no, she wasn't even beautiful. The legs of that girl in the short flirty pink dress, on the other hand, now, they were another story altogether.

"What's your name?" he asked abruptly.

(A few mental girls mentally died, then and there, just hearing that husky voice).

"Geet. Geet Handa," she said, not bothering to smile. She had quickly decided that she disliked him. Just another typical guy with the emotional range and intelligence quotient of a retarded baboon's.

"What's with the clothes, Handa?"

Geet quickly glanced at her beige and turquoise embroidered chiffon kurta. But she hadn't spilled something over it. She looked back at him, puzzled.

He shook his head at her derisively, and winked at the next girl, who was so flustered that as she tried to get up, she nearly fell off her chair. All the other girls giggled girlishly, relieved that such a highly foreseeable misfortune had not befallen them. The man's mouth twitched as he just stood there, looking slightly sheepish, but just as smug.

Geet stared at him, utterly disgusted by his glaring lack of chivalry, or any semblance thereof. Obviously, she had been right to dislike him from the start. She stood up to help the girl but the latter ran out of the studio, amidst hysterical peals of laughter. The man shrugged.

What on earth did he think of himself?

"What on earth do you think of yourself?" she asked. The question was begging to be asked.

"Maan Singh Khurana," the man said, by way of self-explanatory answer, holding out his hand to her.

It was him, Geet realised, shocked. That was the name that girl had given, Maan Singh Khurana. The main lead of the serial, whose fiance's role she was going to audition for. So Maan was the actor's name, not the character's.

Geet did not respond to his handshake invitation. So what if he was the main lead? It did not mean they had to be friends. And surely, it was Arti Sen who would decide on who got assigned the role. This Khurana was just another actor. Completely irrelevant in the grand scheme of things.

Maan was obviously taken aback but he quickly smoothened his frown to a sneer. He withdrew his hand, turned to the other stunned-looking girls, and pronounced graciously,

"These churidar-kurta-wearing, small-town people... we must forgive them their ignorance. Even eye contact is taboo where they come from. They haven't quite gotten to the stage of handshakes yet."

The other girls laughed like it was the most hilarious thing they had ever heard. Geet spared a second to gape at him, before shaking her head in pity at the other girls. How could they stoop so low?

Not that it was their fault, of course. What with the drastic decline of good men over the past decades, there had been an overall drop in women's standards (and their sense of humour). They had all been forced to condition themselves to make do with the riff-raff that came their way.

Geet Handa was cut above the rest though. There was no way she would resort to fawning over men like these, irrespective of how irresistibly good-looking they were. Wait, what was she thinking? Irresistibly good-looking? Oh, puh-lease!

"Ignorance?" Geet said wryly, when the laughter had finally subsided, "You wish. Actually, fact is, I have standards."

"Okay, you're rejected," Maan said dismissively as he turned away, suppressing a yawn. Girls who thought they had to think, how annoying! They always had to be in control of everything and felt they were obliged to complicate the most perfectly uncomplicated of things. They even had standards when it came to handshakes now! And she had actually applied to be his fake fiance. Now suddenly, she remembered her standards. Confused or what?

"What?" Geet protested, incensed, "But, but I haven't auditioned yet. And who are you to reject me anyway?"

"Exactly, Maan," somebody said from Geet's left.

It was a sweet-faced, bright-eyed girl, wearing a mini white dress with a ruffled neckline, and her hair in a high sleek ponytail.

"Hi," she said to all the girls, "I'm Parineeta, from the Game-Set-Match marriage bureau. You must have seen our ads? Rab banaayein jodiyaan, setting karaayein hum? I'm here to profile you girls to ascertain who is most compatible with MSK."

"Compatible?" Geet asked, befuddled, "But why? It's just a role, right? We'll be acting. It's all fake."

"Yes, babes," Parineeta answered, "It is essentially all fake... but seeing that the girl who is finally finalised will spend so much time with MSK, we think compatibility is an essential prerequisite for -"

"Pari," Maan interrupted, "you know that's stupid. Like I've told you before. This is only a job."

Parineeta knew her reason was lame, but she could not exactly tell everyone that she was a double agent now, could she? It was imperative that Maan remained oblivious to the fact that while she was pretending to help him find the perfect actress to be his fake fiance, her actual aim was to find him the girl with whom he was most likely to fall in love.

"Not at all," Parineeta insisted stubbornly, "Finding a good actress is not enough. I assure you, Maan, the best of thespians would fail to be convincing, if not for natural interpersonal chemistry. And we just can't have people cast doubts on the veracity of your story. With this questionnaire and the other psychological tests I have in mind, we can mathematically compute the probability of potential chemistry between two people. It's all scientifically tested and proven, and has been widely implemented all over the world, with a success rate of not less than 87.3%. "

Geet looked at Parineeta in awe. Was she serious? Wow, the things people would do for TRPs! No wonder Arti Sen's serials were so addictive.

"Okay," Maan said moodily, "but isn't it obvious enough, there can be no compatibility between me and this thing?"

"Just let her audition," Parineeta replied, slightly exasperated.

One of the most important rules of the matchmaker's handbook, Parineeta reminded herself, was to never overlook the potential of irrationally strong initial dislike to bloom into love. Also, she liked this girl. Finally, someone who could stand up to Maan Singh Khurana; someone he would grow to respect.

Parineeta could distinctly foresee it, a couple irrevocably in love, and a hefty cheque from her client.

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Glossary

Rab banaaye jodiyaan, setting karaayein hum ­- God matches the couples, we set them up together.