MG FF - FAIRY...TAIL??!! THREAD 10 - Page 48

Geet stood there…why did she look so familiar? She thought for a moment and then she heard the announcements being made. She shook her head and quickened her steps….

She stood backstage with other volunteers helping with things. Principal and other dignitaries were presenting students with their awards and degrees. She was so dying to see if he had come or not and she couldn't even go out..uff being the president of the students' council, you have to sacrifice so many things. She was arranging some papers to be handed over to the princi when she heard his name being called out—Maan Singh Khurana! She was filled with pride when she heard people applauding for him…all for him….after all he was the topper of the year. Everyone backstage ran to see him crowding and jumping over each other. Even she ran towards the stage…atleast she could have a glimpse of him. A wide smile plastered on her face and she tried to make her way through the crowd. Uff looks like everybody wanted to see her Maan. Poor girl got pushed away. She pouted cutely and tried again. She got pushed away yet again. Then she heard the princi asking him to speak something to which he politely refused saying everyone can do it if they work hard.

Haiyee his voice….geet madam was so so so dead and upar se these people…suddenly they seemed so tall…she got so angry. Uske Maan ko itna ghoor ghoor ke dekhne ki kya zarurat hain?

She was so thrilled that he was there..OMG he was there…he was there…she took a deep breath in and pushed herself through the crowd…ab to chahe kuch bhi ho jaye!

By the time she reached near the stage, he was already gone. Her heart sunk…ek to she was so disturbed for the past few days upar se not able to see him…she got so frustrated. She hung her head and walked back. she couldn't see him… grrr why was this happening with her today? She got so mad…she snapped at everyone and every little thing. She even called on his number but no response. He was probably busy with his friends and teachers...she presumed.

She had to rush to the party venue that was scheduled for 7pm for the decorations and she got held up there. But the entire time she had a part of her with him. She checked her phone 1000 times to see if he called or at least texted and her face would fall every time. She was sinking every moment…and by the time they had finished it was 5:30pm. She hardly had an hour and a half to get ready for the party. Everyone was excited except her. she was dead tired…. And with him not being around it was hardly any fun. If he was here, then why can't he just meet her? why is he tadpaofying her like this?

She went back home, probably with two large drop of tears trickling down her big hazel eyes. 90degree greeted her wagging his tail. She ignored and went to change. He followed her and waited for her to come out of the washroom. It had never been that she didn't react to his "meow". Even if she was sad, she'd at least pat his head lovingly.

She came out wearing her green salwar kameez. Jess called.

Jess: geet… are you done? Am going to pick you up for the party.

Geet sighed…party…with all that depression on her head, she was in no mood to party…actually she was angry at Maan… humesha use pareshaan karta rehta hai…dusht daanav!

Geet: no jess… I am not going..

Jess: not again geet! Come on, Maan is here baby…you don't wanna meet him? Goodness geet…he looks damn cool with that light stubble of his…

Her heartbeats went high and so did the red meter.

Geet (trying to control her anger): you…you met him….

Jess: of course I did…come on geet get ready am coming in 15 mins.

Geet: am not feeling well jess…you carry on I'll go if I feel good…

She disconnected the call and fell on the bed fuming.

Geet (st): aap sabse mil sakte ho bas mujhse nahi…fine mein bhi nahi bolti aapse…

She closed her eyes. 90degree meowed. She ignored and changed her side!

90degree (st): why is she so upset?

He tried to drag her attention towards him meowing again and again. Geet kept ignoring.

He tried again, "MEEOOWWW"

She closed her ears and shouted, "just shut up you stupid cat….and let me sleep"

Bechara 90degree hurt!🥺

90degree (st): sob sob mujhe kiss nahi kiya upar se stupid bhi bola..aur cat bhi bola sob😭

He rubbed his head on her feet lovingly and went out of the room.

She woke up with a rumbling tummy. Uff she had slept off. It was around 9 at night. She sighed…he must be in the party no…she wanted to see him NO NO…this time her gussa was big…

Geet: apko jo karna hai kijiye Maan…I hate you!

She headed towards the kitchen. 90degree followed meowing. She looked at him irritated. He stopped and she went in.

She was in a foul mood. She took out some vegetables and slashed them mercilessly with her knife.

Geet: khud ko samajhte kya hain han? Jab jee mein aaya baat kar liya…jab jee mein aaya akela chod diya…

She found 90degree mowing near her feet again. She was already in a super bad mood. She showed him the knife she was holding.

Geet: kya hai? Kyun pareshaan kar raha hain tu?

90degree (scared): meow meow… (meri baat to suno…)

Geet: kuch nahi sunna mujhe…aur pareshaan kiya to aaj khana nahi milega…

90degree (helpless): mew…meow.. (par darwaza to…)

Geet bent down to him.

Geet (cutting in): tujhe meri baat samajh nahi aa rahi…

90degree (almost fainting): mewww mowww (arrey ek baar baat to suno…darwaze pe…)

He was pulling her salwar by his mouth.

Geet (irritated): kya hain bahar? Why are you pulling….

And her eyes fell on the kitchen door…she forgot her words. He stood there leaning against the wall, with his arms crossed over his chest , smiling at her. she slowly stood straight with the knife still in her hand, gaping at him, wide eyes….not able to distinguish between reality and dream. A few seconds passed in silence… she neither moved nor spoke anything… he inched closer.

Maan: geet…geet..

She snapped out of her thoughts and the knife slipped off her hands and fell on the floor..no no actually on 90degree. But our handsome hunk😉 90degree had good reflexes warna tho bechare ke naam kea age "late" lag jata!!! Pheww saved!

90degree (softly): moew moew mew…(yahi to tabse kehne ki koshish kar raha tha…)

She stood still…her hand still up in the air…he slid his fingers between hers and squeezed her palm.

Maan (naughtily): aise kya dekh rahi ho…checking me out han…

All this while, she was emotionally a mess…tears rolled down her eyes…all those that she had locked inside slowly found their way out. She looked at his hold and then at his face… she could barely whisper, "ma..maan…" and she fell into his arms hugging him tight, crying…letting those tears fall, wet his chest. He held her back.

Maan: kya baat hain shona..kis baat se pareshaan ho?

She was feeling him after so many days jaise she got her life back….touching him… how he felt under her fingers…she forgot her anger. She just wanted to be in his arms…she pressed herself harder against him. He pulled back a little, lifted her face by her chin and lowered his lips to meet hers.

90degree shy shy☺️, ran away to MM leaving them alone!

She cried into his mouth, clutching him tight by his collar. All these days he wasn't with her…the thought itself made her go insane with that longing. He traced her lips with his tongue and very unexpectedly, she pushed herself into his mouth, asking for more. He groaned into the kiss trying to control his urges…but her longing for him was reflected in her kiss. He couldn't deny. She was a little short of him. He lifted her a bit and made her sit on the counter and probed deeper. She moaned in pleasure and her hands restlessly rubbed his back.

He parted a bit to catch his breath and the next moment, her dupatta was lying on the floor. His lips replaced that piece of cloth round her neck, placing urgent kisses, leaving his mark everywhere.

"Maan…" she gasped when she felt his tongue play with her skin. SHe clutched his hair tight unable to take that sensual assault of his. Tears had left her long back and the only thing wandering her mind was him. She couldn't take that anymore. She pulled him up by his hair and slammed her lips on his luscious ones. He bit them making them bleed and soothed her too.

Uff…that longing.. so many days of not being with him..not seeing him…she wanted to compensate all the painful days through the kiss. He tried to move back a little…she didn't let him infact leaned forward on him taking in those lips. He smiled at her restlessness and caressed her hair which was tied in a loose plait.

He didn't back off until she calmed down, rather allowed her to take the lead. He just held her waist and supported her.

She cupped his face and broke the kiss, unable to breathe and rested her forehead against his, breathing heavily. A tear escaped her closed eyes and dropped on his cheek. He slowly opened his eyes to look at her closed ones. She dare not open her eyes. What if it was all a dream? She open her eyes and if he is not there…then….

Maan :geet…

Ahh the way he calls her…she clutched him tight still not opening her eyes.

Maan whispered: aankhein nahi khologi?

She held her heart, shaking her head for a no.

Maan: mujhe nahi dekhogi?

He slowly reached her hair and untied her plait. She didn't reply this time. She just wanted to feel him. He took her hand and gently slid it down his cheeks…she shivered

Maan(huskily): ab??

She shut her eyes tighter..biting her lips. Her hands slowly went round his neck and hugged him, burying her face in his shoulder. His hands snaked her slender waist and his cheeks brushed against hers. She felt tickled with his stubble….hey wait a min..did she think stubble?

Her eyes snapped open and she sat straight with her eyes spitting fire.

Maan: I missed you sweetheart..

Geet (cutting in): don't talk to me…

He wondered what happened to her all of a sudden..

Maan: geet..

She jumped off the counter, picked her dupatta and walked out with attitude. He rubbed his temples and followed. She went and sat on the couch. He slumped beside her.

Maan: shona batao na kya baat hain..

Geet: mujhe aapse baat hi nahi karni…

She stood up and walked towards the dining table and sat on the chair. He followed her there too. Oh god.. her anger actually vanished seeing him…the great Maan Singh Khurana come after her like that…but he deserved it!

Maan: geet batao na…kya baat hai! I didn't go to the party and came for you…ab tum aise karogi tho….

She cut him in between and shouted: tho meine kaha tha yahan aane ke liye? Why didn't you go there han?

She tried walking away from there but he held her hands and pushed her against the nearby wall pinning her down.

Geet: just leave me alone Maan…. I hate you…

Maan: pehle ye batao ke tum kis baat se naraz ho? Mere party me na jaane se ya mere yahan aane se…hmm!

She looked away angrily, trying to get out of his clutches. He smirked and trapped her between the wall and himself. She couldn't even move.

Geet: chodiye mujhe…

Maan: pehle batao…

Geet (irritated): aapke paas sabse milne ka time hai par mujhse nahi…poore din I was dying to atleast have a glimpse of you….do you even realize what was going through me? You met jess, Rahul and… and Dan but not me… you didn't even take my call… I was so dis….

He didn't let her finish and captured those complaining lips with his into a soul searing kiss. She hit his chest.

I hate you….i hate you…

He took in all her complains and kissed away her tears that had made their way down her cheeks….

He parted panting.

Maan: sorry… but I wanted to meet you alone sweetheart…bas you and me…

She blushed and looked down, trying to hide that smile.

Maan: bhookh lagi hai yaar…do you want to starve me to death?

She waked him.

Geet: go and freshen up…phir dinner karte hain!

He placed a kiss on her red cheeks and went to the bedroom to change taking his bag.

She stood there for sometime trying to gather so much happiness in her tiny hands and when she could finally breathe normally, she headed towards the kitchen, blushing scarlet, still not able to believe he was really with her!

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