Again sorry for the wait...but finally here is the update! Hope you all enjoy...this update and following ones will help to understand what happened between Geet and Maan.
WARNING: SOME INTIMATE SCENES! So if uncomfortable skim through those parts😆
Geet's Dress:
Chapter
9: Cinderella's Ball
Dance with me tonight
Let's get carried away
Let the night shine
Commemorate our memories
Present:
Geet looked at
herself in the mirror. Even though she was fragile and bruised inside, it
didn't seem to show. She didn't want to go to the party but she knew that it
was essential.
Dr Bing had
called her to say that she had to go to the party for the starting of their
research project, as it was organized by their sponsors. It was too important
to miss; both for their careers and for the benefits the research could do.
After all this was the main reason she had come to Delhi, for there were many
patients here willing to join the research and thus was one of the research
centers.
She had gone
all out with the way she looked. She was wearing her favorite dress. It was a
cream colored net vintage Valentino dress and it had stones all over it. She
put on her gold strappy heels which also had stones studded. She knew that she
was looking her best. In such situations appearances were very important, even
for trainee surgeons. Rich people liked to give money to the good looking, as
much as it annoyed her to admit.
With some
final touches to her makeup, Geet was satisfied with the way she looked. It was
time to go to the ball.
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PAST:
Slowly they
were becoming closer and closer. Every night they would escape into their own
world, not separate from reality as this was becoming more important than any
other part of their day. Each moment was spent in anticipation of getting to
see each other.
No topic was
vetoed between them apart from their identities. So no names or anything that
would lead to them finding out who they were. Inhibitions were lowered and
they reached a comfort level.
One night they
spent talking about first times; first day at school, first
memories and first kisses.
"My one was
when I was 13. She was a 15 year old girl at school" Iman said with a slight
smirk, rethinking the memory. "It was nothing great, but at the time I was
quite nervous."
"Well my one
was when I was 6" Belle said calmly.
Iman however
looked disgruntled at the information. "So you were an early starter."
With a grin
Belle explained. "It wasn't like that. In my neighborhood a baby was born. The
baby was cute and fun to play with. My best friend and I thought that it was
time we had a baby ourselves. We had started to get pocket money and so we felt
old enough to have a family. My mum had told me that babies were born when
Mum's and Dad's kissed in their room. So it didn't seem like a hard job at all.
We went to my room and gave each other a small peck on the lips. We then waited
for half an hour staring at my tummy seeing if it would grow. That's how our
parents found us. They were quite concerned, so we had to explain everything.
While it seemed like they were angry at us, looking back I suppose they were
more amused than anything else." Belle laughed as she recalled the fond memory.
"We were told that we couldn't have any kids until we were older. Instead my
friend got a puppy, which to us was a better substitute."
They talked
about their school life. Iman found out that Belle had gone to public schools
her whole life and as such had a variety of friends. On the other hand Iman had
gone to boarding school in UK when he was but a little boy, which is why he had
a British accent.
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They also
continued with their nighttime activities. Belle was adamant to learn how to
ride a bike, so one night after her shift she forced Iman to help her.
Initially he refused to teach her and said he would rather just watch her fall.
"FINE! I won't
need your help anyway!" Belle said in anger. She got her bike and tried to ride
it.
For the first
few seconds she was riding it and was quite excited but then..BANG..she fell
down!
The first time
Belle fell, Iman just laughed. The second time he tried not to react. But the
third time he was angry.
"That's
enough! You are going to break something if you keep on falling off"
"No I don't
need your help! I can do it myself" Belle was still upset about his initial
refusal. But all protest died on her lips as he came close to her and lifted
her onto the bike. She could smell his clean aftershave and the sandalwood
scent. He was so close to her that she could only see his face, everything else
was out of focus. His arms were digging into her soft flesh and the moment he
let go she felt a loss. He sat behind her on the narrow bike sit, their bodies
pressed together. She could feel his rock hard chest behind her, burning her
skin and his breath on her neck. His hands came around the front, holding the
handle bars over her hands. Her feet were resting over his on the pedals. Every
part of her body was tingling with the sensation of having him so close, it was
sensory overload for her.
Slowly he
started to ride the bike. It was unnerving, feeling them move together on the
bike. Every movement caused their bodies to come closer and rub against each
other.
"You just have
to trust yourself. Balance yourself by maintaining speed." He whispered, in his
beautiful voice, right into her ears. "Don't think about falling. Just ride"
Belle tried to
focus on riding but he was a distraction. After a few minutes he got off the
bike.
"Now I'll push
the bike and you will ride. Ok?" His voice sounded slightly gruff, but other
than that there was no indication that Iman felt anything.
Belle slowly
started to pedal, finally paying attention to the task at hand. She knew that
he would catch her if she fell, so she had more confidence. It took her a while
to realize that she had been cycling for a few minutes without falling.
Suddenly she felt exhilarated. The wind biting against her face felt lovely,
giving the impression that she was flying across. She sped up, letting her
instincts take over and started to circle around Iman.
"Wow! I am
actually cycling!" She screamed out into the night.
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PRESENT:
As she entered the ballroom Geet
felt like a lost intruder. Everyone was dressed quite lavishly, like her, but
she still felt out of place. She didn't know most of the faces here, so she searched
for her boss, Dr Bing. But instead he found her.
"Geet!" Adam Bing "Looking great
out of the scrubs."
"Hi Boss!" Geet smiled at him.
"Thanks Adam. You clean up nice as well. Now explain to me what all this is
about. I was surprised by your sudden call."
"There is a new investor, who wants
to meet with us. It's really important because it's the boost our research
needs. You know that we were having problems with finance. They are willing to
invest 20 million pounds."
Geet nodded in understanding. "This
is great news, Adam. After all it's the reason why we are here."
"Come on. Let me introduce you to
the investor." Adam led Geet towards their table but Geet froze as she saw who
was sitting there already, staring at her with his intense look.
"Mr Khurana, this is Dr Handa. She
is my trainee surgeon and is part of the research team. Geet this is Mr Maan
Singh Khurana, head of Khurana Enterprise. He is one of the investors in the
Heartbeats research program."
Maan looked drop dead gorgeous in a
black Armani tuxedo. His hair was brushed back, making his features even more
prominent. Geet tried to ignore the blast of attraction that hit her.
Maan stretched out his hand in
front of her, ready for a handshake. Geet didn't want to touch him at all but
couldn't see how she could avoid it.
Geet
you can't refuse this. Think about Adam, the research and your career.
So she slowly reached out and
touched his hand for a minute before letting go. She clenched her hands, trying
to wipeout the feeling of his touch.
Why
can't he leave me alone in peace? I just want some peace! Nothing else!
Like the ever proper gentleman,
Maan pulled out the seat next to him for Geet to sit. Again she couldn't refuse
but inside she was seething with anger.
Dinner was an awkward experience.
Geet maintained her silence, unwilling to say even one word to the person next
to her. Poor Adam had to carry the conversation but it was so stilted that he
gave up and started to talking to others on the table.
Soon the dancing started and before
Geet could think of an excuse to leave the table Maan asked "Could I have this
dance?" Geet just glared at him, not willing to say anything at all. But Maan
being Maan was hardly perturbed by her reaction. "Dr Handa I think investing 20
million would at least let me get a dance." He stressed on the word Doctor to
point out the obligations she had.
She continued to maintain her
silence but stood up to indicate that she was going to dance with him. She
looked calm and collected but if one took a close look at her eyes they would
see the pain and anger she was feeling at the moment.
Maan put his hands one hand on her
waist and with the other captured her hand, pulling her into a waltz. Memories
flooded into both their mind; dancing in the moonlight, with no one to see
them. While the memories brought a smile on Maan's face, they were thorns for
Geet.
He was dancing to close to her so
that their bodies were barely an inch apart but still they danced perfectly in
sync. It was as if they were floating across the dance floor.
"Geet say something." Maan
entreated. "Tell me why you are so angry. I know that I was late in getting
back to you. I should have gone back to Melbourne when I could but things came
up. How could you stop talking to me all together?"
"Your 20 million doesn't mean that
I'll enjoy this or talk to you. You can't buy me ok. I am not for sale."
Maan looked deeply hurt at her
comment. "Geet I don't want to buy you but I will do anything to get to you. Anything!"
Geet look disgusted at him. "Please
stop this drama. You know very well why I don't want to talk to you."
Maan's hands pressed into her
waist, pulling her even closer. "No more cryptic comments! Explain Geet what I
did!"
Now Geet was livid. The gall of the man to act as the victim.
After all that he has done, he has the audacity to raise this issue. But then
again he never cared.
"Tell me Mr Khurana was it good for
your ego to know that a girl like me was willing to sleep with a total
stranger? I didn't even know your name yet I fell quite easily into your arms.
It must have felt brilliant. But then again you left the next day. So I must not
have been that great in bed-"
"Geet! Chup! What are you saying? Don't
degrade that night. That night was the-"
Geet snorted. "Oh so you don't want
to talk about that. Then do you want to tell me how you had a girlfriend during
that time. I am sure you must have loved having two women."
Maan was shocked. "WHAT! What do
you mean girlfriend? There was no girlfriend. I only wanted you. And I know
that you want me as well. How can you doubt that?"
Geet had enough. She pushed his
hand away and started to walk away. She couldn't bear to be in his presence any
more.
Maan quickly followed her but it
was difficult with all the people around. Soon they had reached a corridor. He
grabbed her hand.
"Let me go! Why can't you let me be
in peace" She screamed at him but Maan didn't pay any attention, instead he
dragged her into one of the rest rooms. Pulling her inside, he pressed her
against the door.
"Now let's talk" His hands were
framing her face and her thighs pressed her against the wall. He rested his
head against her head so that their noses were touching. "Do you really think
that it was for amusement that I was with you? Was it "amusing" for you? It was
much more for me than a moments enjoyment. Maybe you need to remember what it
felt like"
"Get off me!"
"Never" was his succinct answer.
Without any preamble he took her lips into his.
Geet tried to push him away but he was insistent. He pried her lips open so
that he could taste her and that made her lose her resistance. Maan must have
sensed her compliance because he pressed even further. His hands went to her
back and started to unzip her dress, pushing her dress off her shoulders. His
fingers trailed down her back, sliding down to her sides. He wanted to savor
her skin and touched her everywhere he could. All the while his lips were busy
kissing her. They started to trail down to her chin, to her neck and then her
shoulder.
Geet had her eyes closed and was
panting with the desire he forced on her. She leaned her head back, letting him
attack her neck. His teeth bit on her sensitive skin, causing her to shiver and
grab his head closer to her. She could feel one of his hands creating havoc on
her body by sliding along her back and pressing against her ribs. Not touching
her where she wanted him to but taunting.
His other hands started to slide up
her leg, pulling her dress high. His hands were driving her insane. As his
hands roamed higher to her upper thighs she jerked away. She opened her eyes,
to see his face filled with desire and something that she refused to read. Both
their breathing was erratic as they stared at each other.
"Geet. Please" Maan said in a
hoarse voice, roughened with the madness of the moment. His eyes tried to
communicate what he felt for her, trying to convince her the depth of his
feelings. His hands went to her cheeks, trying to bring her face towards him
again but Geet had to stop.
She couldn't bare his touch any more. Pushing
him away, she said in a voice filled with revulsion "Get away and stay away
from me!" With that she turned around and run away.
This time Maan didn't follow but
rested his head against the door, trying to get back his bearing.
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What
did I do? How could I just let him do that? And despite everything how did I
enjoy his touch.
Self-disgust hit her hard as she
drove off. The whole thing felt surreal as if it was another Geet who had just
kissed Maan that way. But she couldn't be in denial. She needed to get away.
After all she hadn't even told him the main reason why she could never forgive
him.
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PRECAP: Maan finds out about the past...and more about Meliara!
Iman and Belle's first kiss!😳
AUTHOR'S NOTE
Thank you all for the lovely comments you always give...but please keep on commenting cause it keeps me writing even when I don't feel like it. I hope that you guys aren't getting bored 😕
Ok guys
Lots of love,
SanjanA
NOTE:
Chapter 10: Drowning with you - Pg 56
Edited by maan-ki-sanjana - 12 years ago
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