MG ~The Heart has its Reasons~ Note - pg44 - Page 24

Originally posted by: bhanu_rekhag

sooooooooooo cute... awesome update

Very funny

I couldn't stop laughing.....

2 of my tests got miraculously postponed.. so here it is, Part 7!

Part 7

Mere Khwaabon mein jo Aaye

A warm summer breeze enveloped itself around Geet, as she stepped into the night air. She smiled back. There was something about winds that she had always found endearing, comforting. She remembered how on the night when she was coming to Delhi, they had assumed the form of powerful gusts, as though urging her on, following her, as she followed them. There were whispers within their even breath. They spoke to her, her silent companions.

That night, they seemed to be chiding her. Were they right? Was she going too far? Wasn't the whole idea of having fun at his expense childish, and a tad unnecessary?

But she was quick to dismiss such thoughts and reduce them to irrational nothings.

This was Maan Singh Khurana, a shameless casanova with no respect for girls, and even less so for those whom he called the behenji type of girls. What was she to do? Allow him to strut around with that oversized ego and believe himself to be superior to all else? Submit herself to his orders, whims and fancies, just because she had signed a contract, and that too, somewhat by force? Of course not. She was Geet Handa after all. And he was just an insensitive self-centred brat.

Also, what was life without a bit of fun?

Contented, she leaned onto the balcony railing, and gazed down at the lake and the flickering city lights reflected in its glassy ripples.

She glanced at her watch; there were fifteen minutes to midnight. She could sneak down there and be back in time for the cake-cutting, or whatever it was that these city-people did to celebrate their birthdays.

...

"Hi, I'm Maan," Maan said smoothly to the girl in the pink dress, as he confidently leaned against the bar. Maan Singh Khurana was back in the game. Bachna ae haseenon.

"Sameera," she replied, gracefully swiveling on the bar stool to meet his eyes. She had decided that this Maan Singh Khurana was not all he was made out to be. But of course, seeing him so close to her, with that charming corner smile, did tweak her perspective to a significant extent. She smiled, slightly out of breath.

"Care to dance, Sameera?" he asked, tending out his hand.

And just then, before she could respond, Dev appeared, completely uninvited, and like the retarded idiot that he was, he said cheerily, "Bro, where's bhabhi? Naintara wanted to know more about that honeymoon place you guys had in mind. You know how competitive she is. I think she wants us to have our second honeymoon there."

Sameera's smile faded away.

Maan wished the sky would just crash upon him, then and there. Geet was right, he must have been adopted. How could this moron actually be related to him?

...

Geet hummed to herself as she bent down to run her hand along the icy lake. The moonlit wavelets trickled down from her bangles like pearls. She sighed. It was nearly midnight - time to get back to that pretentious world of plastic smiles.

But as fate would have it, her stay at the lake was to last for a bit longer. As she was getting up, she tripped over her dupatta and fell into the lake, and before she knew it, the current had swept her away from the bank.

She thrashed her arms and legs frantically, trying to keep afloat. Her feet struggled to find the bed of the lake, but there seemed to be nothing but nothingness below. She was gulping in water helplessly. Her lungs were beginning to succumb to the pressure squeezing them. An eerie silence rang in her ears as the water began to force her down. No, this could not be the end. She fought against the waters and managed to break through the surface again.

"Bachaao," she gasped.

And then, she was submerged in the surrounding darkness.

The next thing she knew, she was no longer drowning, and there was a strong pair of arms carrying her. Just like in the movies. She hurriedly thanked Babaji and opened her prickling eyes.

The man carrying her was wearing a grey mask and a tight-fitting superhero-type grey and blue suit. Wait, he was a superhero?

Geet, incredulous, blinked a few times but with her rapidly clearing vision, the image of this man only became more distinct. Maybe her brain had been addled by the trauma. Or maybe she was dead, and the angels in heaven looked like superheroes now.

He gently put her down on firm land and as he did so, she noticed a gash on his chest. Perhaps it was one of the branches floating on the lake's surface that had ripped through his suit. Blood was oozing freely from the cut. All because of her, she realised guiltily, gratefully. There were so many words whirling through her dazed mind, she wondered which to utter first.

"Who are you?" she coughed out finally.

She could not see his mouth, but could tell from his eyes, that he had smiled. Those eyes, it struck her then, she thought she had seen them somewhere. But before she could place them, there was a swish of a cape and a flashing grey blur, and the man was gone. She had not even had the time to thank him.

And then, his words came back to her... "What do I look like? Coast guard?" ... Was it him?

Geet ran back to the lounge, sprinting, skidding, stumbling over. The guests looked at her, perplexed. But she spared them no attention. Her eyes had found him. Maan Singh Khurana. He was sitting in an armchair looking moodily at the dancing couples.

"Maan," she panted.

"Handa!" he said, visibly surprised, "You're wet!"

"You're not," she said, confused, running her hand through his hair. Was it a superhero thing, instant drying up?

"Handa, what are you doing?"

"But it was you," Geet said, "You saved my life."

"Did I?"

"Didn't you?"

"Handa, what happened? Are you - did somebody spike your drink? Oh yeah, you wouldn't know. Uh, did you drink something you thought was juice, that smelt a bit funny and made you feel dizzy?"

"What are you talking about?"

"What are you talking about?" he echoed, pulling her away from the party so that they could talk to each other without having to shout over the noise.

"Maan, you saved my life," Geet said, searching for the truth in his eyes, "I was drowning, and you came and saved me."

"Oh, is that why you're wet? I was wondering."

Geet could not understand why he didn't seem to understand. Maybe he was pretending, because he didn't want to divulge that he was a superhero. All superheroes did that after all.

"Oh yeah?" Geet said, a knowing look on the face.

Maan stared at Geet. The girl had gone crazy. Well, slightly crazier than usual. It wasn't just her nonsensical words. She was looking at him differently too, tenderly. Incidentally, she was also looking extremely attractive in her wet avatar. But that was beside the point. There was something amiss in all this.

But before he could get down to figuring it out, she began to unbutton his shirt. He tried to protest, but his throat seemed to have dried up, and he ended up just gazing at her, mesmerised, until all buttons had been freed from their oppressive buttonholes. He felt his heartbeat pick up pace as the ambient temperature seemed increase by a couple of notches. She brushed her hand over his bare chest, puzzled.

"It healed?" she muttered.

"Huh?" was pretty much all he could say.

Sameera chose to enter the corridor just then. Maan looked at her and tried to say something, but the scene felt quite self-explanatory to her, and she left as quickly as she had come.

Geet didn't seem to have noticed. Her mind was a battlefield of contesting voices. Did superheroes heal so fast? Or had it not been Maan in the first place? Wait, why did she think it was Maan?

"Was it you?" she asked, a bit desperately now.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. But where on earth were you? You missed Dev's birthday toast, and Naintara's tuneless singing. It was classic."

"You were here?"

"Duh!"

"All along? You never left?"

"Of course. Ask anyone. I was here. All along. Actually, ask Dev. He's been stalking me, making sure I can't score any girls."

Geet came back to her senses. It was not Maan who had saved her life. Of course, it could not have been Maan. What was she thinking? He would never do something like that. He wasn't the chivalrous type. He had made it quite clear in the car. Then why had she been thinking that it was him? Or, as an impish little voice in her head pointed out, had she been hoping that it was him? She brushed away the ludicrous idea.

"Sorry, Khurana," she said, back to her usual self, "I thought something... But it's not. Anyway, um, you can wear your shirt."

"Handa," Maan smiled, "It's okay. Mujhe pata hai, tumhe mujhse pyaar ho raha hai. Tumhaari galti nahin hai. Main houn hi aisa. As long as you remember that we're breaking up in two months, I don't mind."

"Pyaar, aur tumse?" Geet snickered.

"Toh tum meri izzat lootne ki koshish kyun kar rahi thi? Bolo na, haan, bolo na..."

"Sameera?" Geet asked, genuinely confused.

"Don't act innocent, Handa!"

"Um. okay, yes," Geet bluffed, "I did it for Sameera. Um, my last prank for today."

Maan sighed, exasperated. These were going to be two very long months.

Geet, meanwhile, was lost in blissful thoughts. Her perfect man... he existed! And he wasn't Maan Singh Khurana! How... perfect!

....

Glossary

Mujhe pata hai, tumhe mujhse pyaar ho raha hai. Tumhaari galti nahin hai. Main houn hi aisa.

- I know you're falling in love with me. It's not your fault. I'm like that only.

Pyaar, aur tumse?

- In love, and that too, with you?

Toh tum meri izzat lootne ki koshish kyun kar rahi thi?

- So, what were you trying to do, unbuttoning my shirt? (not a literal translation of the Hindi.. but that's pretty much the gist of it)

Bolo na, haan, bolo na.

- Tell me, yeah, tell me.

awesome update....i know its maan right....plzzzz reveal the truth...i want only maan to save geet....or is this another twist....anyways it was amazing update.....plzzzzzz update soon loved it

Thanks for the update! It was a fun read!

Well awesum update

Whose this new superhero Hop Maan only

Handa was really confused

Liked the way Dev spoiled Maan's convo wit Sameera😆😆

Originally posted by: vinithaa

awesome update....i know its maan right....plzzzz reveal the truth...i want only maan to save geet....or is this another twist....anyways it was amazing update.....plzzzzzz update soon loved it

Nisha je viens juste de lire ta partie😳, je suis entrain de rougir☺️, c'est Maan qui a sauver😍, c'est sur que c'est lui, sa deviens de plus en plus interessant😍, j'attendrai impatiemment ta prochaine partie🤗

Great chapter!👏 I just love the way they address each other with their last names! Hmmm... Im not going to be making any guesses on this mysterious saviour... it could be Maan or it could be someone else! Actually i'll be happy even if it wont be Maan, because in the coming chapter's if he's introduced Maan can be totally jealous of him!😉😆 "Tum meri izzat lootne ki koshish kar rahi thi"😆 lol this line totally cracked me up.