(thank u Purvi for providing me the pics...they r just superb for the story.)
Wish u a very Happy BIRTHDAY maan.ki.fizz (faiza)
Part 6
"Kuch nahi Bhai. Mein bas kal raat ki party ke bare me kuch soch raha tha" Maan replied to Rajiv but his thoughts still lingered on Geet, 'ab kahan bacch ke jaogi, Geet. Now I will not be the one touching you but you will be.
"Kal raat koi party hai? Mujhe kuch patta kyun nahi hai iss party ke bare mein?"
"Maine bas abhi plan ki hai Bhai. Let me think it over and then I will let you know." Maan replied to Rajiv's queries.
Part 7
That night after coming back from Handa Haveli and despite the lateness of the hour, Maan stripped off his formal cloths changing into his gym pants went to his private Gym to practice his tai-chi.
His arms moved, his muscle bunched and stretched as he exercised. Expected actions brought expected results. But even after an hour of exercise he couldn't shake up the sense of uneasiness.
After his unfruitful session at gym he went for his bath and then straight for bed. Once he was in the bedroom he threw the windows open and let the night breeze stir up the room. But as he lay in the dark he found it difficult to settle, to find any trace of tranquility this grand old house usually gave him.
More than once during the night he woke up to find he'd knotted the sheet quite spectacularly and had to sit up to untangle it again before punching his pillow, lying down and staring mutely at the inky sky outside his windows.
When draw broke up he gave up trying to sleep and put on his track pants, a T-shirt and his running shoes and set out on an uneven track that ran round the perimeter of Khurana estate.
When he'd been a little boy he had always thought the estate as a playground and the woods on one side of it as a jungle where he could play Tarzan. When he had grown a bit more it had become a battlefield.
He had waited here for Geet once when he had become a teenager. His father had been out of the city, either dealing with a business emergency or meeting a woman. Probably both. When he had spent the summers here, Papa's presence had been sporadic at best. Dadima too had stopped coming to Khurana Mansion after her clash with Papa. Maan had often been left to his own devices, overseen by an assortment of servants, of course.
He had hated that when he'd been young but later he'd realized what a gift it had been. He had relished the freedom that many teenagers yearned for but never experienced. No wonder he'd got a reputation for being a bit of wild and reckless person.
Not that he had done anything truly bad. He'd been naughty and a trill seeker, but not a delinquent. His father had indulged him to make up for the lack of a mother and his frequent absences and, with hind sight, Maan could see how it had made him quite a immature sixteen-year-old, despite the arrogance and overconfidence that had come with broad shoulders and family money.
Perhaps it would have been better if Papa had been a bit stricter. It had been too easy to play the part of a spoilt rich kid, not working hard enough at school, not giving a thought to what he wanted to do in his life, the cushion of Khurana name and money had always been there protecting him.
He turned back and looked towards the Haveli. Rotund dome was visible through the trees, enormous and beautiful.
Geet Handa had never been a fling but it made things easier if he remembered her that way.
She'd challenged him. Changed him. Even though there summer romance had been short lived, it had left an incredible mark on him. Up Until then he had been contend to coast through life.
Everything had come easily to him-money, popularity, female attention-he'd never had to work hard for any of it.
Meeting Geet had been such a surprise. As the unimpressed look she had given him as she had come to Khurana Haveli to deliver something to Dadima. He had seen fire and guts and more life in her than he'd seen in any of the silly girls who had fluttered their eye lashes at him in the school each day. Maybe that was why he'd pursed her so relentlessly.
Although she had been a year his junior, she'd had put him to shame. She had such big plans, big dreams. Dreams she had now made true.
He turned and started to jog back the uneven path, back towards the Haveli.
After they had broken up, he had taken a hard look at himself, asked himself what he wanted to make out of his life. He had all the opportunities a boy could want, all the privileges, and he had not taken advantage of a single one. From that day on he had decided to make the most of what he had. He had finished school, amazing his teachers with his progress in the last year of his school. After finishing his studies he had gone to work for his father.
Some people had seen this as taking the easy option. In truth he had wanted to do anything, but work for the family firm. He had wanted to spread his wings and fly. But his mother had died when he had been six, before any sibling had come along and his father when he had been nineteen and now the only close family he and Dadima had, were each other. So he had done the mature thing, put the bonds of family before his own wishes and joined Khurana industries with ah smile on his face. It hadn't been a decision he had regretted.
He had kept running while he'd been thinking and now he looked around , he realized he was at the decrepit cottage. He slowed to a walk. Even this place was filled with memories of Geet-the most exquisite and the most intimate-all suddenly awakening after years of being mere shadows.
Did she ever think of the brief, wonderful time they had shared together? Had their relationship changed the course of her life too? Suddenly he really wanted to know. And more than that he wanted to know who Geet Handa was now, whether the same raw energy and fire still existed beneath the polished exterior but now this second he want to now more the reason of her rude behavior.
Hopefully, the upcoming wedding would be the perfect opportunity to find out and she had handed her that to him on a sliver platter by slapping him.
So now she did not like him touching her, well he would have to change that.
Now, Miss Geet Handa you will be the one touching me. Just wait and see. Maan pledged himself.
Precap: Party.
friends I had an idea for another story...I don't know whether it will be a short story or an ff but I know that much that it will be a slow one...I mean to say...I will not be updating it every other day but as and when I could. As the story would require me to do a bit of research before I could write anything...and that can take time. (Which I unfortunately I do not have in plenty).
So if u all r interested plz let me know so that I can post the first part (Which I have already written).
Edited by crystal-rose - 13 years ago
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