MG ff:strange desires 2,link to thread 3 - Page 11

Geet could feel her heartbeat thudding as she rushed into her room. Babaji! Was it true that Maan sir was in hoshiarpur out of all the places? In her home town? Did he know how much she was missing him? Did he feel her heartbeat? Could he have come all the way for her? Geet slapped herself on the head to get herself out of her nonsensical thoughts.

Her thoughts were definetely going haywire these days. Afterall if Maan sir had to visit this small town out of all the places, it was definitely something important. And wasnt helping the government build small scale industries in this town important enough? Obviously that was the reason why he was here. Why was she thinking otherwise? As if he would come all the way her leaving his job just for her. Geet's heart did a summersault just thinking about the idea but Geet kept her hand on her heart and convinced it otherwise.

Anyways, she was not bothered about Maan Singh Khuraana, she told herself looking at the mirror ignoring the blush creeping up her cheeks. So what if he was coming to her place in the evening? It made no difference. There would be so many other guys, besides why did he agree to come? Why couldnt he refuse? If he was thinking of having fun with the girls at the function, she would dig his eyes out of thier sockets. No, why would she? She wasnt bothered. Big deal! let him look. She wouldnt even make out whether he was present at the party. She would be busy with other things. So she had no cause to worry. Wasnt that right?

She was going on and on lecturing herself in front of the mirror that when the clock struck she gasped surprised. Hey babaji, she had to get ready. She went near the bed and picked up the clothes she was to wear. The lehenga which looked gorgeous only this morning seemed to look dull now. No, she was not going to wear this. After all it was her brother's wedding. She spent another hour going through her wardrobe and making a mess on the floor. It was of no use. Dejectedly she landed up selecting the same new lehenga which had arrived for her this morning.

She took her own sweet time to dress up and stole another fifteen minutes to carefully adorn the makeup. Next she braided her hair and placed the dupatta across the neck. Then she examined herself in the mirror. She wasnt looking that great. Infact she wasnt even looking good. Oh no! she had to change her clothes. This was going to be the most horrible outfit worn by anybody present there. Just as she was brooding to herself she heard the door knob click and in entered Pinky and Meera in Punjabi suits.

Meera wolf whistled while Pinky gave a thumbs up sign looking at Geet.

"My my, somebody is looking just out of this world. This is not fair Geet. It is your brother's wedding and by the way you look, you will be stealing all the attention Brij Veerji has to get. Poor him." Meera made a sad face.

"Stop exaggerating Meera. The outfit is not that great. Infact i dont like it. I dont like it at all. Given a chance i would want to go shopping again." Geet gave the mirror a frustrated look.

"You've got to be kidding me." Pinky slapped Geet on the shoulder. "The combination of peacock blue with a majenta skirt makes you look breathtakingly beautiful. Are you crazy? I wont be surprised if marriage proposals start pouring in. Anyways, i'm surprised that you out of all the people are making such a fuss on clothing. It is usually either Meera or me cribbing. You rarely pay attention to what you are wearing, so what the hell has gotten into you today? Are you planning to impress someone? "Pinky winked at her.

"Stop talking nonsense guys. Please! I dont need to dress up to impress somebody. Actually i dont care if he is impressed or not. Who told you that i'm dressing up to impress him? Does he even get impressed by anything? He would barely..." she stopped when she saw both her friends giving meaningful looks to another and realized that she had bluttered out more than she cared to reveal.

Before they could interrogate her, there was a knock at the door and a lady informed them that the sangeet ceremony had already begun. Geet thanked her stars and dragged them out of the room, lest they start thier questionaire again.

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Maan entered the house to find a large crowd had already gathered and true to themselves, they seemed tobe enjoying. His heart which had been at peace thanks to one glance of the reason itself, again started testing his physical capability. His eyes just scanned the crowd to find the peacemaker of his heart but unfortunately, she was nowhere to be seen.

He made is way through the crowd and stood at the corner with Aadi who seemed to be enjoying himself conversing with every passerby in Punjabi. This man was such a pest sometimes. Here he was trying his best to fit into this alien party, but Aadi with his punjabi was totally making him feel like an intruder. Just then there was a slight tap on his shoulder and Man turned to see Geet's father smiling at him.

"Sir, i', glad you could make it to this function. We are so honoured to have you here. It is so nice of you to spend your precious time with humble people like us. I'm sure Geet will be very happy to see you here."

His heart skipped a beat on hearing Geet's name but he chose to ignore. They began talking and Maan secretly patted himself on getting on really well with Geet's father though he didnt know why. Soon Brij joined them and Maan congratulated him while Brij said, " Sir, i hope you dont mind me requesting you something. You look really good, but since you have come to punjab dont you think Punjabi clothes would be worth trying, and what better occassion than this function. I could give you my clothes, but only if you dont mind."

"I definitely wouldnt mind, but you should stop calling me sir. It makes me sound like an outsider." Maan smiled at them and Brij led Maan to his room to change. Maan changed into a black kurta pyjama and looked at himself in the mirror. Not bad, he thought. Now he would not feel odd. The formal suit was definitly maing him look very out of place, but now he looked like a true punjabi.

The task in hand now was to find Geet. He oncle again ran his hands through hi hair and dashed out of the room with a goal in mind.

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Geet was admist a a large number of guests, but her eyes were constantly seeking for him. She literally scanned the crowd ten times already thinking she might have missed him standing somewhere. After the eleventh time was over, she realized that he had after all absented himself. Anyways why would he come to a commoner's function? That would be too below his status right? Geet's mood was getting darker and darker by the minute. Some girls pulled her to dance with them. She was so pissed off that she wanted to blow somebody's head but alas she could not do it during her own brother's wedding. So she smiled politely and shook a leg with them.

Just then the girls around her stopped dancing, pointed at someone and started giggling. Geet angrily turned to see who the giggling was directed at, when she froze abd her mouth formed a small O.

Standing before her was a magnificent creature in black, every bit of him screaming male. He did come her heart screamed while her mind screamed hot. She was rooted at the spot seeing him laughing and talking to her brother and didnt realize that the girls had left her side and were slowly inching towards him. She walked awasy from there angrily.

The remaining part of the function was spent by Geet, glaring at him from a corner while he was surrounded by numerous girls and thier mothers trying to catch his attention. Her blood was boiling to such an extent that she wanted to urder something. And the best part was, he hadnt even noticed her. But Ofcourse! How could he when he was surrounded by so many idiotic girls whose mothers didnt leave a chance to tie up thier daughters with a filthy rich guy. Word must have spread that Maan Singh Khuraana was here and boy, wasnt he enjoying the female attention?

Suddenly she saw a girl hugging Maan and that was the limit. If she did not leave right now she would end up pulling his hair out of his scalp.

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Just what does he think of himself? Mr. attitude king! If she saw him again today, she would end up doing something really bad. Geet was muttering to herself walking through the corridoors when she was pulled into a dark room and before she could scream, a hand covered her mouth as she was pushed against the wall.

Maan was mesmirized by the sight of Geet dancing with some other girls. He did not realize that he was out of breath from trying to hold his breath until Brij came and tapped him on the shoulder. When he looked back again, she had disappeared. And then began the torture with numerous Aunty's trying to fix him up with thier daughters. One of the girls who was a supposed foreign return just hugged him out of the blue. It was when he broke out of the hug that he caught a glimpse of Geet running up the stairs. He quickly excused himself on pretence of nature's call to catch up with her. He made his way through the house and reached one of the rooms. When Geet was passing through the room he simply pulled her to himself.

"Ssh Geet, it's me." He whispered into her ears and he felt her relaxing.

Geet was hell angry but when she heard his deep sexy voice, she forgot everything and just looked at him.

Slowly Maan's hand cupped her face and she felt the shivers running through her. His fingers carrassed her shoulder as it made its way to her hair and Geet let out a small gasp. Without her realizing it, he had opened up her hair to let the long tresses carrass his fingers. The wind blew her hair accroos her face, sticking to her lips. Maan slowly removed the hair from her face, slightly pressing her lips in the process.

Geet just closed her eyes and further backed against the wall.

"You look beautiful with your hair open." he whispered and Geet could feel his breath on her lips. By now she was not in her senses. Her breathing was more than abnormally fast and her chest was colliding with Maan's bringing out all the weird kind os sensations in her.

Suddenly Geet remembered how Maan was flirting downstairs.She snapped back to reality and tried to push him, but his grip on her only strengthened, bringing her more close to him if possible.

"Why did you come here? I thought you were enjoying yourself downstairs." Geet tried to get out of his iron cluthes.

"Geet, Geet, stop it. Just look at me." He shook her hard to calm her and Geet stopped listening to the intensity in his voice.

"I came here to give you something and please do not refuse or else i will think that you have not yet forgiven me." He picked up a packet which was against the wall and placed it in her hands. "Once again a very happy birthday Geet. Enjoy yourself. Good night" He whispered against her hair, but when Geet opened her eyes he was nowhere to be seen.

In a trance she took the packet and went to her room. Slowly she pulled the box out of the packet and opened it. Lo and Behold! this was the most beautiful saree she ahd ever seen. She placed it against her cheek and rubbed it to herself feeling his touch.

"Thank you!" she whispered to no one in particular with tears in her eyes, when Meera and Pinky barged into the room.

Meera stopped in her tracks to gape at the saree." Geet, it is breathtaking. Did veerji gift you the saree? COuld i just try it on for a second?" Meera came towards her to take the saree when Geet hugged the saree protectively to herself.

"Dont dare touch this saree.It is mine." Geet said possessively and both of them were shocked to see this rude nature of Geet. Meera washed it off by saying that she was just kidding, while Geet walked out of he room as if in a trance.

Now Meera was sure something was definitly wrong with Geet, what with Geet getting weirder as the days passed by! She would find out the cause for this sooner or later, whether Geet liked it or not.