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The next two hours flew by as Maan and Geet chatted, never running out of topics to discuss as one subject flowed into the next.
"Tell me about London," Geet said.
"It was fantastic," he said. "Even though I was working seven days a week, I managed to see at least some of the sights. I especially loved the countryside. It had such grace."
"What a lovely way to describe it."
"Haan par ye sach hai. Aur wahan ke log? They are wonderful. I swear, Geet, the kids there steal your heart in a minute. I was invited to a birthday party and the children were dressed in old English style clothes. Cute? They were just adorable."
"I took so many pictures of them, they will probably remember me as the tall guy with a camera for a face. I wanted to bring all of them home."
What a wonderful father Maan would be, Geet thought. His eyes were shining as he spoke of the children. He should have a family of his own, he really should.
"Enough about me," he said. "How long does it take for you to write a book?"
"Several months. I hardly come out when I'm on a deadline."
There it was, Maan thought, the first hint of Geet working hard; too hard, according to Annie and Pari.
"Couldn't you ask for more time fron your publisher, to come out?"
Geet shrugged, "The schedule I'm on suits me just fine."
Annie and Pari were right, Maan decided. This lady needed to be taken in hand, shown how to balance work and life, have some fun. Nice guy that he was, he was going to teach her how to do that.
She believed in compromise in two career relationship. Those compromises were rarely successful, but Geet could compromise with herself and have a better balance.
Maan was pulled from his thought as Geet asked him to tell more stories about his childhood, growing up with two brothers and a mischievous little sister. As he concluded yet another story, she was laughing so hard that she had to hold her stomach from one hand.
What an enchanting sound, Maan thought, a wide smile on his face. Geet's laughter was like tinkling bells, like wind chimes. Her brown eyes were sparkling, and her smile was real and beautiful.
"Oh Babaji," Geet said, catching her breath. "Your parents must have a patince of Babaji jo tum chaaron to samhala aur itna bada kiya."
"Either that or they were numb at some time," he said, chuckling. "We were a handful, all right." He paused. "Tell me about your parents Geet."
Her smile faded. "There is not much to tell. My father works with IFS, an ambassador. He's excellent at what he does, and was kept on through the years even though the government keeps on changing. We lived in US, France, Germany, you name it. They're in Australia now."
"That's a remarkable childhood. It sounds exciting."
"It wasn't," she said quietly. "Being a diplomat is a very social existence. My mother is devoted to my father and his career, and I admire and respect that. But I was left in the care of a nanny, or housekeeper, or whatever, the majority of the time."
"I have vivid memories of my parents coming to my room to kiss me good-night, but there were no hugs because they didn't want to wrinkle their evening clothes."
"You were lonely," Maan said, in the form of a statement, not a question.
"Yes. They sent me to US for high school. I went to fancy boarding school in upper New York State, then on to Stanford. When I became a published author, which was my dream, I immediately began to save money to buy a house so that I could stay put, not to have to move from place to place."
"You have a lovely home."
"Thank you. I like it, and I'm very contented here. I''.babaji, mujhe dekho. Mujhe to yaad bhi nahi ki maine aakhri baar kab apne childhood ke baare me baat kit hi. I certainly sound sorry for myself. Itna bhi bura nahi tha. My parents are wonderful people, and I know they love me. Bas unke paas time nahi tha."
Maan frowned, "I'm sorry."
"Babaji," she said, forcing a smile, "don't be. It is because of being alone in my childhood that I was able to achieve my goal in writing. I used to make up stories to entertain myself. I developed an imagination. And ta-da, look at me now, I'm an author."
"A very talented author. Wait a minute, is your husband's surname Handa?"
"No. I took my maiden name after my divorce. And that, sir, is the story of my life. Dull."
"Not even close." He looked directly into her eyes. "And your marriage?"
"Was a mistake. Jaisa ki maine pehle kaha, ye purani baat hai, and not worth discussing." She cocked her head slightly to one side. "You know Maan, you are a good listener. I'm a very private person, despite being in the limelight to promote my career. I can count on my hand the number of people I've told about my childhood, yet I dumped it all on you."
"Shared, not dumped, and I'm honored," he said, "I sincerely am." He caressed her cheek with one hand, and moved his head slowly towards hers. "Very--" he brushed his lips over hers "--very--" his other hand lifted to cup her face "'honored."
His lips caught hers, parting them, his tongue entering her mouth.
Geet's eyes drifted close, and her hand raised upward to grab his shoulders. A shiver swept through her, and heat that swirled low and steady within her.
Her senses were heightened as she savoured the taste of Maan, the feel of his hands on her face, his aroma, with the burning fire adding the fuel to her senses.
She was lost in the consuming desire, her b****** yearning for caress. She met his tongue boldly, dancing, stroking with a rhythm that matched the pulse of her femininity.
She couldn't think, she could only feel.
And it was ecstasy.
Geet, Maan' mind said. The kiss had started as one of comfort, meant to ease her pain of her lonely childhood. He could picture her in his mind, as a little girl, all alone and no one else to keep her company. His heart ached for her as he envisioned the cold emptiness of her youth. He wanted to fade the memories and bring her back to the present, with him.
And so, he'd kissed her.But now? He was at the edge of his control, the moment his lips had claimed hers. He wanted to make love to her. It was a burning need, a desire, an intensity like nothing he'd experienced before.
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