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Part 12:
Geet woke up the next day to feel her body sore. She sleepily turned over to the other side to notice that the other side of the bed was empty. She could hear the shower running in the bathroom.
She cursed herself for having slept so late. If she hadnt woken up, Maan would have left her to sleep and gone to the office without breakfast. Geet grabbed the shirt which Maan had disposed off last night and hurried towards the kitchen.
When Maan came to the dining hall fully dressed, there was a plate of freshly baked sausages with bread and butter waiting for him. As he sat on the table, Geet wished him good morning , carrying a jug of juice towards the table.
Maan pulled her into his lap and kissed her cheeks lightly, loving the way her cheeks went all red.
"Geet, i want to have breakfast differently today." Maan whispered in her ear and Geet gave him a confused look.
"I just came to the realization that food tastes just out of this world when you feed me." he continued and Geet blushed again, trying to get up but Maan held her back.
"Unless you feed me, i'm not going to office, even though i have an important meeting. " Maan said in pretence sadness.
"Aap bhi Na! Bahut sharaaarthi ho gaye ho. Kahaan se sikha ye sab?" Geet asked as she started feeding him, trying to pull her hands out as he started biting her fingers.
"Tumhaari Aankhon se. Bolthi kuch aur hain aur karthi kuch aur!" Maan pulled her closer to him.
Geet had never heard him speak hindi before. She had assumed that he couldnt speak hindi, but he was Maan SIngh Khurana after all.You could expect the unexpected from him.
"Not bad Mr. Maan Singh Khurana. I'm impressed by your hindi speaking skills, but you need to reduce that accent of yours. It so sounds like those foreign cricket commentators who try talking hindi. It sounds so hilarious." Geet laughed softly.
Maan could not help smiling, seeing Geet so happy. After breakfast he went into the bedroom and got a gift for her. Geet's eyes lit up as he handed her the box.
"A small gift for my lovely wife." Maan placed a peck on her lips. Geet unwrapped the gift t find the latest version xperia phone. She gave a big thank you hug to him.
"Geet, you even have a network connection with this phone. I want you to use this number from now on. It has come t my notice that certain enemies are trying very hard to get a glimpse into my personal life. Being my wife, you are exposed to the same risk. They can trick you into danger if they get to know about you, and my hunch is that they have found your telephone number. I cant let you be exposed t any risk. This connection is 90% safe since it has been registered private. Nobody would be able to look up this number, but you are at risk with your old telephone number. Only if yu dont mind Geet, could you give me your old cell phone so that i can give it to my security to check whether it is being tapped? They will forward any personal calls coming to you, to your new number, so you can call anybody you want. But please dont give this number to anybdy. If it was about my safety i wuldnt be concerned, but the person here is you." Maan explained in a serious tone.
Geet handed over her phone to him. " I understand. I can do anything for you. " Geet went near him and hugged him tightly. Maan kissed her cheek and left for office saying that he would meet her later.
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Maan smiled as he clutched her phone in his hand. He had found out the previous day that Daadima was nowhere close to stopping her investigation and her next step was finding out Geet's number. He was so furious that he thought he would murder somebody. His Daadima was taking advantage of his silence, but she was forgetting that he was her grandson. If she was smart, he was two steps ahead of her. He had paid her detectives an unimaginable sum to keep misleading her.
Nobody would be able to find Geet's number anymore, he smirked. He would be the only person in this world having Geet's number. Whatever interaction Geet was doing thrugh her phone would be accounted through this number and he would montior which calls from this number could be diverted to her. Now his Daadima could keep trying Geet's number as a passtime but would never be able to contact her, Maan laughed as his driver sped off.
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Geet was done with her day's work. She packed her stuff and left Khurana corporations. Heavy wind was blowing as she was walking towards the rickshaw stand. There were no rickshaws in sight. Suddenly, without warning it started raining cats and dogs. Geet tried to take cover somewhere but could find none. The cold water seeped into her body through her clothes, leaving her cold.
She started walking in an effort to find a cab or rickshaw. She remembered her mother's words about falling sick if you get wet for the first rains as she sneezed.
Just then a black car passed. Geet recognized it as Maan's car but it just whizzed past her without even stopping. She felt sad but then she realized that Maan was doing it for her own good. He could not afford to be seen with her for her own safety.
After a long time she managed to find a cab and made her way home.
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Maan was busy dicussing an important issue with one of his employees in his car when his employee exclaimed Geet! Maan glanced outside the window to see that she was soaking.
"Sir, i think we should give Geet a lift. The poor girl is drenched. " The employee was about to ask the driver to stop the car when Maan stopped him with his words.
"You dare stop my car and i will make sure you never get a lift in any sense." This was just the beginning of the pathway to hell for Geet.
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Geet made her way into the apartment with great difficulty. She culd feel her body burning with fever and her head was in splinters. She herself knew how she got herself out of those wet clothes and into the shower. Weakly she put on some home clothes and got into bed hugging the blanket to herself to stop the shivering.
She was brought out of her sleep when the bedroom door clicked open and Maan entered the room.
"Oh, Geet! You are asleep! I am starved. I was really hoping that i could eat something delecious cooked by your lovely hands. " Maan said as he opened the laptop and began to work on it.
Geet managed a smile. "No problem. Just give me five minutes and i will make something for you." She got up weakly from her bed. Geet decided against telling him that she wasnt feeling well. He would simply be worried. She slowly made her way to the kitchen by holding the wall for support. Maan noticed it but he chose to ignore.
Geet thought that she eould faint by the time the dinner was ready. She laid the dishes on the table and called out for Maan. By the time he came, she couldnt even stand. She murmered something about being full, hurried into the bedroom and fell into the bed.
Much later that night, Maan entered the room to see that Geet was shivering. Good for her! He switched on the AC and reduced the temperature so that it was almost freezing.
Geet was twisting and tossing. She couldnt sleep due to her bosy temperature. The cold of the AC was killing her but then poor Maan, she couldnt ask him to reduce the temperature. He was so used to being in a cold country that probably he could not bare the heat. She closed her eyes in an effort to sleep.
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She opened her eyes groggily the next morning to see Maan bent over her with concern.
"Couldnt you tell me that you werent well? Look at you. You are burning with fever. Is this how much you love me Geet? That you cant even share your illness with me. I'm very disappointed." Maan looked away from her.
"Maan, I'm fine, really! Calm down. I just need a dose of medicine and i'll be back to normal. But i do not think i will be able to go to the doctor. Could you please arrange for some medicine." Geet asked him weakly.
"Geet, you insult me when you speak like this. Do you even need to talk like this? The doctor will be here in another five minutes. I dont want you getting out of bed or else you'll see the other side of me. " Maan strode out of the room angrily.
Geet felt her heart bloom with pride. Maan was so worried about her. She was right in not telling him about her fever. He would probably worry himself sick about her, she thought as she leid down and went to sleep.
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He would be damned if any doctor could come to this apartment before two days. She needed to suffer a little for her family's sins and what better suffering than this?
He took out his phone and made arrangements with a super model for a trip to Singapore. He would come back when Geet was ready for him. Afterall nobody satisfied his needs like Geet.
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Geet was almost semicnsious by the time the doctor had arrived after 3 days. Maan had been called out on an important meeting and he told her that he was worried sick about her. After that she was not able to contact him.
The doctor gave her a mild scolding for her negligence, kept her on saline and gave her a strong dose of medicine. After a few days of complete rest she was feeling better and Maan's call saying that he would be back, just added to her joy.
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