Game or Love-MG FF #2 link #3 - Page 30

The days just went on with increasing intimacy, romance on high and closeness in everyway. They started talking and discussing even more freely.

Almost three months have passed this way and one night Maan was little troubled with slight cold but was still working on his laptop. Only then Geet came in made angry face at Maan.

She took the laptop from him and placed it aside and presented him a glass of milk with haldi.

"No more work now… see how troubled you are with cold and still can't leave this work… Kaam choriye aur yeh haldi wali doodh pijiye."

"Geet please….I am almost done babe"

But she just removed it showing her angry glare at him and giving him milk…

"Take this and sleep"

Maan smiled at her drank the milk and Geet was about to go with the glass when he pulled her towards him, she landed on lap….

"you know what you are behaving like wifey wifey" he whispered in her ears. Geet heart skipped a beat when he said that. But next moment

"But Darling don't even think in those direction…." Geet felt embarrassed and hurt with his words. Not that she wanted to be his wife but his directly saying that was kind of insult.

To hide her hurt , she said

"What makes you think I even want to be your wife…. I am fine the way I am"

He was in mood of talking so he just went ahead…

"Yeah I know you are not thinking that way… I just said it casually… and yes you suit the way you are…. Anyone being my wife would be Mrs Maan Singh Khurana for whole world and she have to be really different "

Geet again felt hurt… why was he talking that way. Then a thought came

"Does he mean I am just a girl in his life who does not deserve to be Mrs Maan singh Khurana…" That felt little insulting…

"Am just curious…. How exactly have Mrs Maan singh Khurana have to be… not that I want to be one"

"In true there will be no Mrs Maan Singh Khurana as I am never gonna marry but if there was one then you know there will be lots of expectation from her…."

"Like??? "

"She has to live upto high expectation from Khurana bahu… elegant, socialist, modern… one who will be capable of keeping high profile yet carry it will elegance, stylish... how beautiful her actual heart will not be important but how she presents herself to world. I can't explain but everything different than you…"

"So that's your choice of a wife for you….."she was badly hurt… he underestimated her

"No way… mujhe to shadi he nahi kerni… I am fine this way… I said what would be expected from her….world will expect… only the girls form the very royal family can live upto this expectation aur agar aywein koi ladki hue tou to she is gone…"

"You will not support her?? "

"Do you think I am a kind of person who will be running around to help my wife from society…. No way….. rishtoon ke piche itna time waste kerne ka irada nahi hai mera…. Jiskee issue woo handle kare…."

"Only from royal family" ran in her mind… did he really show her where she stands…. No she did not want to marry him herself then why was she getting hurt. Does she comes under an Awien koi ladki category. It was getting hard to digest his each word.

"Why have he to bring this topic when none of us want to marry" She was lost in her thought when Maan pulled her more closer and supported her by holding her waist…

"But you are good the way you are…. Manchali se… busy in the morning arranging your and my stuff for office, helping me ready for office and at night staying in my embrace…. Aise har raat meri bahoon me saji achchee lagtee ho tum mujhe, I don't like to see you any other way…" Maan said it casually but Geet was all confused as what he thought of her…

She felt really hurt. To her it sounded like he meant she is just good to be his keep.

"Nahi… chi" she jerked her head. But all that he had said what did it all sound like...It seemed to her that she was only meant to be in his arms every night for his physical need…In order to deny this to her own self when Maan started placing kisses on her shoulder she tried to stop him.

"Maan not today… you have cold, so just take some rest"

But Maan was no where listening and pressure of his kisses increased and he already opened her dori from back…

"No way I am leaving you this moment"

Next morning was Sunday and Geet woke up to see herself in his arms and both with nothing on them… this was scene of most Sunday morning but today it was hurting.

She tried to take her cloth from under him but Maan pulled her to him and she landed on his chest.

"Maan, please leave na… Mood nahi hai" he opened his eyes and turned themselves to come on her top…..

Took the tip of her curves in his lips.. she moaned, then took her lips in his while rubbing her curves…

"Umm…mood nahi hai… iske mood nahi hai… umm bolo" but now Geet was in no condition of saying anything…. His closeness captured her brain everytime.

Then whole day Maan was just casual not knowing the storm within her…

"He is so casual… nahi Maan mere bare me aisa nahi sochte hain… how can I even think that way… he takes so much care of me… kitna khyal bhi to rakhte hain mera…" she tried to be positive.

Geet unknowingly went in front of mirror to look at her self. She looked at her dressing and felt it was far less upto what normal girls in Mumbai wore then how could she compare it with Maan's level. He was top most businessman of India.

"But that is Maan Singh Khurana… I only know Maan… mujhe to Maan se matlab hai" she convinced herself but then again ater a thought

"But the truth is both are same person" she was all confused. It was first time her mind went to this direction. She was also unknowingly looking a Maan. His style his dressing and his each and everything were so superior. Ohh he was owner of one of the biggest group and she was employee in a very small firm. What a big difference. But these actually did not count in their relation.

"Why am I even thinking in this direction "

Maan have been watching Geets aloof behaviour whole day. He knew something was disturbing her but could not figure out exactly what. He decided to do something to cheer her up… he wanted to do something he have never done for her.

In the evening he came to Geet.

"Maan where were you…"

"Nowhere…. Come with me." And he took her to the dressing table and made her sit.

"Maan what's the matter" Maan placed finger in her lips "Shhh"

He then brought a beautiful necklace in front of her and placed on her neck...it was a simple necklace with diamond pendant…

"What is this Maan"

"Bas chota sa gift tumharee muskurahat ke liye"

She immediately got up

"What are you trying to do Maan…. Placing my price" Maan got all confused…

"What rubbish are you talking…. Are you in your senses…"

"I am in my senses and I don't want this" she rushed to her room and closed it. Crying madly inside.. she wanted to pour everything out.

Maan got worried.. he knew something was going in her mind and now she has closed her door.

He pleaded her to open the door. After lots and lots of pleading from Maan Geet opened the door.

He hugged her tightly like he got his life back.

"Don't ever do this … what is the matter baby" Geet hugged him back realizing she was confused for no reason… he cannot think of her in that low manner.

"I am sorry"

Next to be continued

Precap: Holi