FF:Our Strange Journey-Step27 Pg71 (28/9) UPDATING - Page 10

Originally posted by: mchopra

wow trisha..loved it..and guess..mmm how about a fight..i would love botth arrogance se bhare fools to get into a fight..hehe

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Helloesssssssss jaanios - ⭐️I'm sorry for keeping you guys wait......kya karoon - there were train delays aur itni thand mein I really did not feel like having to walk the extra long way to my house - but rest assured...........I just got home and the first thing I do.........no - not eat (like I should do as I skipped lunch) I'm here posting the next update for you

*Geet's eyes widen in shock as she reaches her class door and instantly sees someone sitting in her seat on her table* – yh kaun hai??? Kaun hai jisko yh nahi pata ki Geet Handa ki seat pe koi nahi baitha – ek min....abhi iss ko batati hooonn..........

And she proceeds to open the door...................................

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Psshhtt Geet.....Geet....Oiiii idhar dekh........

Geet could hear her name being called out.......she just couldn't gather where from – but that didn't matter, what did matter was that someone had the audacity to sit on her chair! – She couldn't tell who it was because the back was facing her – but it didn't seem like someone she knew, then again it was the first day back from summer – people must have had some sort of change – change yeah, not memory lapse – how can they forget that Geet Handa's seat was reserved only for her and for the past 8 years that is the way it has been – so how can some erra gehra just come and do their manmaani – well whoever it was didn't know what they had coming

She turned the knob of the door, opening the door slightly, when she felt someone pull her away from the door, causing her to shut the door with a slam.

Pinky: Oi Geet, are you gone mad??? Where were you? What were you doing? How comes you're late? You're never late, so what happened today? Oi bol naa........helloooo....anyone home??? *Pinky shook Geet a little, hoping to get a response – but Geet just stood there staring at her. Pinky got a little worried seeing her like this*

Pinky: Geet, what's wrong? Everything ok na? I mean.........you can tell me anything you want.....you know you can trust me – haina......bachpan se teri hi toh baatein sunti hoon – sirf teri...*Pinky said with a smile – hoping to cheer Geet up and coaxing her to speak....soemthing – it wasn't like Geet to be silent* ......Geet....bol na.......Geet - you ok??

Geet didn't know how to react, she was having one of her abnormal moments, whereby all her emotions were mixing up and causing her to switch off. First her worry for when she was told her mum was here to see her, then the fear she felt at being caught by the Head, then the anger towards Dev for his stupid prank, then the adrenaline rushing through her as prepared to face the person on her chair and then the shock and happiness mixed to see Pinky after the whole summer and then not to mention the caring side of her unleashing out onto Geet. This all got too much for Geet to handle as it happened too fast for her liking – she couldn't handle all this together and didn't know what to do or say. She simply hugged Pinky.

Pinky sensed her confused state and simply hugged her back trying to make her feel better. She'd known Geet since they were little, so she knew exactly how Geet was in terms of handling emotions – Geet would normally share everything with Pinky – like she was some sort of diary – a walking talking diary which would actually reply back to her.

Pinky was the middle child in her family – she had an older sister, Priya – 15 and a younger brother, Prem – 8 – Prem was in the same class as Meera and Pari, but wasn't friends with them – his thinking was he had enough of all the girly stuff at home – he couldn't bear it at school and so he tended to be with the boys most of the time-playing football or cricket – as far away from the girls as possible.

Pinky: Acha....Geet listen....Mr. Smith was looking for you....

Geet instantly returned to the present as she realised she had nothing to tell Mr. Smith now – because Dev had told her that Mr. Smith knew of her mother, but surely if that was a prank – then Smith must not have known anything.

Pinky: ...He asked me a few times, but I myself didn't know what to say...and soo....

But Pinky couldn't continue as the door to the art room opened and Mr. Smith appeared in front of them.

Geet: *thinking* Oh God now what do I do.......he's going to be extra angry at me.....oh no....what did Pinky say........babaji...helpppp.......I hope pinky ne sab sambhal liya ho....but what had Pinky told him........she never got around to tell me......oh nooo

Pinky: Oh noo..........now what......if he asks Geet where she was.........what will she do......I didn't even tell her the excuse I gave for her.....oh dear........oh babaji – help your Geet please...

Mr. S: Good Morning Geet....how are you? Nice to you see again *he said with a smile*

Geet and Pinky were shocked - why was he being sooo......nice??

Mr. S: We're just getting on with a few things to prepare for the Welcome Party coming up. Since you weren't here at the time, I'm afraid there's not much options left for you to choose from. You could either stay here, and help Pinky with the decorations or you could come in and help with the posters and banners – I know you really like your art so it's really up to you. What would it be then?

Geet stood there confused, why was he not shouting at her? or asking her where she was and why she was late?

Mr. S: Miss Geet...?

Pinky intervened, seeing Geet still quite dazed away

Pinky: Ohh....I already asked her sir, she said she'll help me with the decorations – there's soo much to do and I could do with the creative ideas from Geet *she smiled as she nudged Geet with her elbow* Right Geet?

Geet: ...huh...ohh yes Mr. Smith, I'll help Pinky

She looked over to Pinky, I wonder what Pinky had told him – whatever it was, he must really have believed her because he didn't seem to question her on it – she smiled thanking Babaji for giving her Pinky in the form of her saviour

Mr. S: Oh ok then....well I'll leave you two to it then.....have fun....and if you need anything – I'm just here in the other room...just come and ask *he smiled and made his way towards the door*

Both Geet and Pinky breathed a sigh of relief, at not having to explain about Geet's earlier absence and gave each other a quick high five before moving towards the paints desk..

Mr. S: Oh by the way Geet.....about this morning...

Geet froze – oh no....I knew this happiness was too short lived – I knew it was too good to be true

Mr. S: the next time, you are called or held back by any staff member, please do let me know or let someone from the class know so they can inform me, so that next time I don't get so worried by your absence – even if it's the headmaster... *he smiled* - I'm sure she'll understand.

Geet stood there looking at his retreating figure walk out of the door and then noticed the head walk past giving her a quick wink.

The head had saved her skin – Oh my goodness – she had told Mr. Smith that she was with her- hence her late entry. It all began to make sense – that's why Mr. Smith was so calm and composed rather than shouting at her asking her for an explanation. Geet smiled at the head and sent a silent thanks to her Babaji for saving her once again.

Pinky: oi....Geet....come on – I really could do with some help here

Geet turned and smiled at her friend and made her to Pinky helping her with the huge paper chains she had managed to entangle herself with.

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fabulous update wanted Maaneet face each othermaybe next part pls cont soon

lovely update dear
plz post the next part soon
thanks for the pm
Mariam

2nd of the 3 tonight

Geet and Pinky had been working on the decorations for a while, making chains, blowing balloons whilst chatting away about their respective summers and how they were going to miss the school after they left.

Pinky: ahh Geet we have soo many memories here, so many friends – it's going to be so hard to leave those behind....i wonder how the new place would be, new people.....but I'm so glad I'm going to have you with me – otherwise I would be running around like a headless chicken

Both girls laughed to their hearts content

Geet: Yes pinky, I'm glad too, it must be tough na going to a new place, where you don't know anyone and having to make new friends – aur itne bade building mein – toh koi bhi lost hojayega – at least us two will be together and we'll be able to work as a team – like always

Pinky: hmmm you're right, you know, we have a new boy in the class – I feel sorry for him, he must really be finding it hard – it's our final year here, everyone has their friends and all, he's going to find it tough settling here for just this one year – bechara

Geet: oy hoy....someone's feeling very concerned – hmm?? *Pinky chucked the rubber at Geet* haha ok sorry, acha he's the one sitting at my chair na – lucky him.....koi aur hota toh ab tak kacha chaba jaati...but he's new, doesn't know about the rules *with a mischief smile* chal I'll let him off this time, but next time if he again sits on my chair.....toh......

Pinky: uffooo – not again...ok ok you can warn him later on, i think he's due to join us for the deco prep – just as soon as he finishes his set test.

Geet: hmmm theek hai....

And with that both girls again set down to working through the preparations whilst still catching up on the latest happenings around them.

After a while......

Pinky: Geet, do me a favour please...go ask Mr. Smith if we can get some more sugar paper in black

Geet: ME?? why me...no no you go...I don't want to get him angry...he already thinks I was bunking...no no you go, if I go he'll think I'm looking to bunk again....you go

Pinky: uff...fine i'll go...gosh *Pinky makes her way out towards the class room*

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Maan's POV

FINALLY!!! Oh gosh that stupid test took forever.......... who made that test? It was soo ridiculously easy – but soo many questions that I had check them soo many times in case i was reading the question wrong – but no...i was right..how they were going to base ability of maths and science on those sets of results was beyond my imagination – if people were finding these hard then what i was doing amongst a bunch of low brainers – i had no idea.

Mr.S: ahh all done?? Can i take those in now?

Maan: ahh yes – I'm done

Mr. S: Well that's good, erm would you like to go to the art room and help out with decorations then......and i'll mark these for you...yes......it's just across the corridor this way....

I made my way to the art room half heartedly – I didn't really want to do any sort of decorations, Pari's face kept coming before me, I need to find out who that girl was that was talking to Dev earlier – come to think of it I need to speak to Dev – perhaps he could enlighten me of what was going on...I needed to get to the bottom of this.....

As I reached the art room that Mr. Smith had directed me to, I noticed the door was already open. I heard a humming sound, it sounded like someone was trying to sing..... I cleared my throat to get the attention of whoever it was....

Girl: oh great you're here – what took you soo long? Do you know how long I have been waiting here for you? see how much I have already done whilst waiting for you – I finished the chains already – I started painting the hanging balls – they seemed a little dull so I'm just going to do an overcoat on them..........come - you help me too.....

There was silence......Maan didn't know what to do.....

Girl: ohh do me a favour..............tie my apron for me .....the knot seems to be loosening from behind.....

Silence again......

Girl: uffoo .......I wouldn't have asked you if I could do it myself – but my hands are covered with paint – now you wouldn't want me to get my clothes dirty now, would you?

Maan stood there amazed how easily this girl seemed to be conversing with him, as if she knew him from a long time. Perhaps she was mistaking me for someone else.....she probably didn't realise in her humming........he was about to speak up to clarify he wasn't who she thought...

Girl: are you just going to stand there like a statue or actually do something useful? Hurry up will you, I don't have the whole day you know.

Maan smiled - this girl didn't know who she was messing with – she was ordering Maan Singh Khurana.......no one orders or commands Maan Singh Khurana......but surely she doesn't know who I am...so how will she know about me? Wait why am I defending her? Why am I smiling at her? I don't even know the girl and yet I'm standing her listening to her give me orders and I'm smiling??? Oh dear lord I'm going to go crazy......

Girl: what's gotten into you??

Maan stepped forward, with each step he took closer to the girl with her back to him, he felt his heartbeats race – his hands began to shake as he reached for the strings of the apron – what was happening to me? why am I getting so worked up – it's only some foolish spoilt brat who likes to get her way around things – so why was her closeness affecting me?? Maan closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he took hold of one of the strings......but he felt the strings slip out of his hand as he felt two cold hands attack him in the face with something..... wet........paint.....the girl had just turned around and splattered him with paint in the face. His eyes were closed due to the sudden impact of the paint hitting him as a sudden reflex, he could feel the anger within him begin to rise – who was this girl? First she has the nerves to order me and now she has the guts to cover me with paint – who did she think she was..............he tried to open his eyes to see the girl who was soon to be the victim of his ever growing temper.....but his senses froze as he heard a familiar sound.......it sounded like something he heard...........earlier this morning – it was the giggle....the same giggling he heard this morning as he entered the gates and was instantly drawn towards.........it was sounding so magical now that he could hear it up close...........he opened his eyes and looked at the girl, who by now had turned her back towards him and was half sitting and half standing as she tried to control her laughter. Maan was losing himself in the sounds of the laughter – he'd forgotten his anger – all he could think was of the laughter.......he was lost .......

omg geet threw paint at him lol..ohh she is gonna get it from maan lol lvoed the updates...continue soon!!! 😳 it was worth the wait btw 😃

so the girl is Geet wow what introduction but yu left us with clif hanger marvelous update pls cont soon

Well Well Welll - just as the day turns into a saturday - i present to you the 3rd of the 3 updates for this FF

Geet's POV

Geet had heard the floorboards creek by the door alerting her that someone was entering the art room. Thinking it was Pinky, Geet's mind quickly thought up of her usual prank and got to work, getting her to come and tie her apron for her.....as Geet heard footsteps getting closer to her, she thought of how naive Pinky really is as she always falls for the same old trick. She had thought about not carrying out her prank, thinking how easily Pinky gets fooled and feeling bad for using it for her own pleasure but her devilish mind soon retorted back as Pinky had really taken so much time in coming back......meaning Geet had to do majority of the work...ALONE.....surely...she was allowed to get her own back on her.......and Pinky wasn't those sadoo types who would get upset ' in fact knowing Pinky, this would initiate another one of their famous paint fights.......

Geet smeared paint all over her hands and waited....she felt a tug on her apron and instantly turned around and smeared the paint on before nearly falling down with peals of laughter......Geet's laughter was out of control, she had gotten the giggles and she was beginning to get a tummy ache with the amount of laughing she was doing......she was beginning to run out of breath and so tried to calm down......

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE???????

Geet looked up to where the voice came from.......her face dropped and her eyes nearly fell out..........

Geet: P..pp...PINKY?????? Geet's eyes widened even more as she saw Pinky by the door, all clean not a speck of paint on her and with a panicked face. Oh no......if Pinky was there....then....oh god..... *as she turned and faced the poor victim of her prank*

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She saw a guy standing in front of her with red paint all over his face.....he was staring at her......she gulped......ut oh.....she was in for it now......Geet tried to smile to hide her nervousness.....as she tried to look away but couldn't.

It was as if his eyes had held her captivated. He had light brown eyes ' the only bit of his face that wasn't red with paint..... she could see clearly in his eyes......something was different about them.......

Maan's POV:

Her laughter instantly broke off as she looked towards the door and then turned to look at me terrified. Her eyes.....it was as if I'd seen them before.......but where? She carried on looking at me, fear evident on her face....I wanted to reassure her that I was okay and wasn't going to bite her head off.....WHAT?? Me ' Maan Singh Khurana.......reassuring a girl?? A GIRL??? But it was her wrong-doing, SHE covered me with paint thinking I was someone else ' it's her fault so why am I feeling sorry for her?? What was I thinking ' why was this girl affecting me soo much.....I noticed her smile a little to hide her uneasiness.....my anger began to take over me again as I looked at her deep into her eyes......her eyes seemed to grow even greater in fear...........but I wasn't going to let that take over me.....No...NEVER

Geets POV:

The eyes had a change..........that spark he had was disappearing.....anger was evident within them...........

Geet broke out from her trance.......as she once again found herself looking towards the very same person.....only much older....

*back to the present flashback in Drama*

It was HIM'he was standing there casually 'looking over at his friends struggling to work well. He had his arms folded across his chest' he looked sooo......yummy!!! *GEET-get a grip of urself'look away- you're not allowed to look at him like that - look away NOW* with that thought in my mind... I couldn't help but smile at my ill-fate and as I decided to look away - my eyes met the most glorious, deep looking eyes -they had soo much emotion in them- so much to tell yet hidden behind a facade of some sort- as if trying to contain within afraid of the consequences if someone could read them.

I don't know how long we stood there looking at each other- lost in each other's deep deep deeeep eyes - everything seemed to have stopped - suddenly it felt like it was only us two ' no one else mattered it was like we couldn't get enough of each other....the moment was sooooo perfect - YET totally imperfect!

Our serious eye-lock was rudely interrupted by the moti highness who shouted at the top of her lungs reminding everyone we had 15 mins before we were to perform. That brought us back to our senses and we suddenly realised what we were doing. I ran to my friend, facing my back to him ' as I tried to hide the blush fast approaching my already red face. He must have had the same effect because he began trying to make casual talk to his mates. After 5 minutes of hopelessly trying to do a romantic scene in a group of 3 - *hw I so hated the person who mentioned 2 was a couple and 3 a crowd* - our friends got so frustrated and complained to the moti(of all people) that they couldn't work with us. The moti obviously being the moti she is, decided to get me and HIM to work together whilst sensing the uneasiness and got us started off by asking us to imagine 3 different ways of confessing one's love. Oh great - now that was just what we needed to think about -love confessions! Oh great!

We sat down - neither of us looking at each other, or uttering a word. I was beginning to get frustrated - y was babaji treating me like this?? At this point I was thinking of possible excuses to get out of college - no I couldn't handle this anymore - my first day, first lesson and already I'm hating it!!!

We sat like that for god know's how long - he must have felt the irritation too because we both started

Maan: Geet...

Geet: Maan... at the same time

*silence*

Maan/Geet: errr...

Just then the moti spoke up and silenced the whole class and announced the performances were to start.

Moti: Ok now- calm down everyone.....let's see what we have done in the time given - remember this all fun and meant to be enjoyed so no one will make anyone uncomfortable or laugh or make silly comments- we are all mature beings here and besides the fun - do not forget - this will be counting towards your coursework grades too- so do well and encourage others to do well too.

Maan(self thought): Did I honestly think this woman was nice?? Kind?? Oh great the evil person she is- she just had to bring forth the reminder of not making fun of anyone -now even if people weren't intending to be silly - they were most definitely going to be silly - has she ever heard of reverse psychology?? She certainly hadn't because she wouldn't have done what she did a few moments ago - Now I had another thing to add to my list of why I shouldn't be doing Drama - the public humiliation I'm due to receive was bound to do serious harm to my image!!

Geet's POV

Everyone cheered and showed their agreement. I just smiled - even though moti was, well a moti and at times did take jokes toooo further down the line and annoyed the hell out of me - she was a good woman at heart - NOTE: deeeeeeeeeeep down in the heart - for that moment I forgot all else and just thought about what she had said when suddenly she broke my chain of thought and reminded me why I disliked her;

Moti: Ok sooo now with the performances - ahh lets see........Geet and Maan - why don't you guys go first seen as you guys are all set on the stage already - Good Luck guys

Maan/Geet: WHAT??? (as we both looked from each other to the teacher, the rest of the class and then back at each other)

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