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CHAPTER-1

Maan Singh Khurana wasn't quite drunk. But he could get there if he put his mind to it, but at the moment he preferred the nice comfortable buzz of the nearly there.

Boring. Predictable. Tedious. Maan sighed. He ran through an entire list of adjectives to describe the way he felt about his so called charmed life. Born with a silver spoon in his mouth--------no, no, no make it golden spoon in his mouth. He hated the routine that his life seems to have established. He looked on as his date of tonight danced with one of his friends and gave him a come hither signal. Maan wondered why he was not interested? He nodded and raised his glass as a toast and as a signal to show her that he would like to finish it off.

The world knew him to be a rich, successful man. One of the new breed of businessman who have had a large family wealth and business to take over. But he was signaled out and written about as he not only took over an empire but had his hand in making it reach heights that it hadn't had before he had taken charge.

As Maan sat there nursing his drink, no more in the mood to finish it off then going to joining the couple dancing on the dance floor, he was thinking of ways to excuse himself when a soft voice called him from his back______

"Excuse me, are you Arnab Desai?"

Maan turned and looked at the girl standing in front of him______ among all those there advertising their background and wealth, she stood out like a vibrant wildflower in a field of grass. Her boots caught his attention first. They weren't the elegant Italian leather boots favored by the style-conscious women of his crowd, but heavy black boots like those used to ride a motorbike. Black Jeans, faded nearly gray seemed to be hugging, slender, boyish hips. The jeans ended on at an impossibly tiny rounded waist, which was covered with a bright orange t-shirt. A black half sleeved leather jacket finished off her attire. He raised his face to take on her face which was incredible, heart-stopping, pale as rose cream, her features delicate. But his gaze became arrested on her full, sensuous lips which looked as if they had just been kissed to a rosy pink .

She was saying something and Maan reluctantly raised his eyes to look into hers and was yet again lost, she had such doe like eyes, brown pools, innocent in their intensity and for some reason riveted on him.

Though he couldn't explain the attraction, he was jolted with the first genuine excitement he had felt in weeks. Forgetting his Scotch, forgetting his boredom, forgetting everything for a second, Maan stood up and faced her completely_____________

AND

BHAM!!!!!!

In one single, graceful motion, the chit of a girl slammed her fist into his nose.

More out of shock than any serious injury, Maan took a step back, holding his nose.

In an abstract way at the back of his mind he thought the girl knew how to pack a punch at someone. If the respected Khurana image hadn't been deeply ingrained in him since birth, Maan would have laughed with sheer exhilaration at the unexpectedness of the attack and the source. As it is he became aware of the hush that had fallen around him, other than the music still playing, the discotheque was almost quiet.

"That will teach you never to dump girls this way, so that they will try to commit suicide!"

"HUH! WHAT!"

"Stay away from Mel, and if you dare to contact her again or talk to her, I'll haul your sorry ass straight to hell. Understood?"

Maan stared with fascination at the girl and her audacity of coming into his discotheque and punching him------ didn't she know he could have her arrested for this? He was startled by the depth of her anger and the unwarranted accusation behind it. Despite his own conviction that it was time to cut his losses and make her aware of her mistake and salvage his pride, he was undeniably intrigued by the puzzle she presented. The women he knew did not enjoy scenes, much less creating them. This woman appeared totally unfazed by the stir she'd caused and judging by her looks she was itching for another round, still righteous in her anger!

Geet looked at the man that her cousin had pointed out to her and was feeling more angry by the second with the way he went on staring at her as if she was spouting Arabic. This man was the reason that her friend was at present battling between life and death. OH! How she wished he would fight back and she could kick him at some much needed places.

Right then she felt her arms being hauled behind her back and she was rendered immovable by the security guards who had come up behind her and caught hold of her. Kabir who had been watching his sister suddenly saw two men hold his Di's arms behind her back and without waiting to see any further, he ran head first at the two security guards, butting them with his head. Some other random guy also present at the club also came to Geet's rescue and a-open-to all ensued and in the confusion Geet tugged at Kabir's arm and they exited from there.

Maan and his friends were able to restore a measure of peace after 15 minutes but by that time his mysterious assailant had long gone.

Kat tried being the girlfriend and started making concerned noises about his nose being broken or bruised and then called for the waiter to bring some ice. MSK started getting angry at that unknown girl who had come in like a whirlwind and just like a whirlwind again disappeared back into her shadows and with just his bruised ego to show after the encounter. He excused himself and left from there.

Geet came out of the Discotheque almost running with a firm hold on Kabir's arm. She didn't stop till she climed onto the bike that she had parked on the opposite side of the road and roared off. After she became sure that noone was following her, or no police sirens can be heard she slowed down and stopped. Geet could feel her whole body start to shake with delayed signs of shock with the aftereffects of what she had just done.

She had just punched a man !!!!SHE had done THAT!!!