hey guys!! maan's entry is finally here haha 😆
i know the first parts have all been sad (im not the depressed type, trust me lol - im saying that because i remember whenever i write sad stuff for school, theres always people who come up to me and ask if im ok and depressed hahahaha. anyways……) sooo this part is a little lighter and more fun to read, i hope!! 😛
ooh and please continue to leave comments, because thats how i can tell if im being confusing or not lol!! im trying to clear up confusion as i go 😃
and again, sorry for the late update. blame it on uni 😔 lol
Chapter 2
Click. Click.
Geet slowly opened her eyes and sat up. Her door knob was violently turning from side to side, making the loudest clicking sounds it possibly could. Geet rubbed her eyes with her fingers, slowly got off her bed, and made her way to her door. Who could be trying to get into her room that early in the morning? Just as she unlocked the door, it came flying open towards her, just missing her face by a few inches.
"Hu," she held her breath and shielded her face.
"Who are you?"
Geet lowered her hands and looked at the man. He was wearing tight maroon dress shirt with a buttoned up black vest with black dress pants. In short, he looked way to formal for a homely setting.
"I asked you a question," he said rudely. Who was this girl and what was she doing in his house? He examined her carefully. Her eyes were slightly red, he assumed from tiredness, her hair was a huge mess, she probably just got up, and he could tell she was still standing there in shock. He rolled his eyes. "Hello? Anyone there?" he tried again, waving his hands in her face.
"Oh. Sorry," she said, scratching her head, and then yawning. "I'm Geet," she said. "By the way, you know, just out of curiosity, is this the way to barge into a girl's room? And that too, this early in the morning?"
"Huh," he snickered. "You call 1:32 PM early in the morning? Which time zone are you in?" he joked.
"What?" Geet turned to look at her clock. She hadn't realized it was already so late into the afternoon. The night before, Geet had finally cried herself to sleep, while holding a picture of Arjun next to her, at around four in the morning.
"And anyways, this is my house. What are you doing in it?"
"Your house?" she asked. He didn't seem like the friendly type.
"Who's house did you think you were in then?" he smirked.
"Savitri Devi's house," she replied confidently.
"And do you know who I am?"
"Obviously not," she replied. She was getting pretty annoyed now. "Though, you do look like someone i know...but he's much nicer."
"Maan," he said, as if he expected her to know. "Maan Singh Khurana." He repeated when he saw the confusion in her face.
"Oh, hi. We've never met before, but I've heard about you," she told him. "Vicky told me a lot about you," she added, seeing his confused face. According to Vicky, Maan was the best brother ever. Vicky had made it seem like Maan was some kind of god, but this guy seemed like completely the opposite.
"Vicky?"
"Yeah. We're like best friends," she explained. "We've known each other since college. We also work together. I thought he would have told you about me…" She sounded disappointed.
Maan pressed his fingers to his forehead. How could he have forgotten? Vicky would always talk about someone named Geet. He used to talk about her so much that everyone in the family had been convinced that this Geet was his girlfriend, but he would always insist that they were just friends. In fact, they were the best of friends. Apparently she was like the sister he never had. Maan never understood how Vicky's best friend could be a girl. And there was someone else he used to talk about. What was his name...Arjun? Apparently all of three of them were like best friends or something..."Oh yeah, Vicky has talked about you a lot."
"Great! Now that we've introduced each other, do you mind leaving? I'm extremely tired."
"Wait, but –"
"And stop staring at me like that … it makes me uncomfortable," Geet said, looking down, trying to tame her hair.
Maan quickly lowered his eyes. He hadn't realized that he was staring into her eyes. There was something in them that he could relate to. But what was it? Could he really be seeing pain in her eyes? The same kind of pain he felt? No. She was a woman. It can't be. He shoved the thought away from his head. "All women are the same," he reminded himself.
"Wait, I just need to get some files that I keep in here," he said, pushing right past Geet into the room.
"What the hell? You can't just come into a girl's room like that!" she yelled.
"Yes I can. It's my house."
"Wait! Those are my files!" she ran to him and pulled the folders out of his hand.
"No, they're mine," he said coldly. "Give them back."
"I'm telling you, these are my files. Trust me, you're not going to be able to make any sense of what's in these anyways," she said walking backwards.
"Give them to me!" he yelled, as he reached for the files in Geet's hand. He pulled the files and Geet along with them.
Before he knew it, he was on the ground with Geet on top of him, and all their papers scattered around them. Her hair covered his face, and he could feel her fists pushing against his chest, trying to separate them. He hadn't realized that he was holding her waist protectively.
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?" he screamed, rolling over on top of Geet.
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?" she yelled back. "You're on top of me, you idiot. What do you think I am? Get off me!"
"Trust me, I don't want to be anywhere near you," he said back. "In fact, I don't think any man would want to be around you, especially when you look like that!"
"Well you're not doing a very good job with it," she said. "You're on top of me. And excuse me, but when you barge in a girl like that, especially when she's just woken up, you can't expect her to look like a goddess. Now just get off me!"
"I am, damn it!" Maan forced himself off her and sat on the ground next to her trying to gather all his papers.
Geet, using the edge of the bed, pulled herself off the ground. She couldn't believe him. This Maan dude just barges into her room, then pulls her onto the ground with him, and then yells at her for it? And he tells her she's unattractive? "Ugh," she grumbled and crawled back into bed. She knew it would be useless trying to get him out of her room. "Just close the door when you leave," she yelled and pulled the covers over her face.
Maan covered his face. "I can't believe she's going to live with us for a year," he groaned.
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