Chapter 4a
It was a long standing tradition in the Khurana household to spend the Sunday mornings together. It was another usual lazy Sunday afternoon, with most men discussing business and politics; women chatting about latest trends and of course gossiping about parties they have attended and the youngsters who were getting bored to death - until they were hit by a tornado called G.
Maan was sitting with some of his uncles and cousins, contemplating why he had not planned an outdoor trip this weekend too; when he saw her walk in. He watched her stride upto him - her eyes flashing, cheeks a flaming red and he involuntarily got up. He nodded his head slightly when she came up to him and asked "Maan Khurana?", and before anyone knew a blow landed square on his face.
Everyone was stunned !
Pointing her finger she lashed out at him, "Is thapad se tumhari saari aakal thikane aagayi hongi. Don't you mess with me, jaante nahin ho tum mujhe, aisi band bajaungi ki nani yaad aa jaayegi. I hope Shadi ka bhoot to utar chukka honga, ya abhi bhi shadi karna chahte ho mujhse"
She turned to leave and stopped - she could not move….she looked down to see …. he had linked his index finger with hers and pushed her hand down ….when??? she in her angry outburst had not realized.
"Leave my hand you as***le. " She tried jerking her hand from his vice-like grip but he would not let go. She tried every self defense move she did learnt – twisting, turning, kicking, pushing but he did not budge even an inch, obviously he was lot more well-trained.
"Listen you moron, just leave ……" she started to curse again
"Shut up" he cut her, his voice menacingly low, "Stop making a scene and come with me." he commanded.
"No ways" she scowled and tried freeing her self again . He stood there unruffled. All drained out, she stopped struggling knowing it would be futile .
"Al right" she said defiantly… down but definitely not out.
"This way" he gestured and followed her into another room.
No sooner had he closed the door, she started showering all known profanities on him.
He pulled her and put a finger on her lips, "Chup bilkul chup", he glared, "Not a word now.", he warned again and moved back and turned giving her his back.
'She was going to pierce his eardrums with all her cursing. FOOL that is what he is. Damn! His brain had surely gone for a ride that day…how could he involve this crazy little twit in his already f**ked up mess. Was his Dadi not enough that he now had to deal with this 100/min cussing motormouth.'
In an attempt to calm his flaring nerves, he closed his eyes and running his hands in his hair, he let out a long breadth.
Finally convinced that he wouldn't strangle her he turned back and was amused at her sight – she looked all stoned, her eyes wide open , mouth agape, her face white, devoid of any color – surely the wild cat had turned into a lost kitten .
He walked up to her with a knowing smirk – it was payback time; she sure had to pay for the slap among other things.
"So what were you saying 'I don't know you?'. Well honey! We have all our lives to know one another. For starters I'll tell you something about myself," he said playfully. "I detest all kinds of 'tamasha.' In future think twice before pulling such a stunt in public." He barely managed to not make the last bit sound like a threat.
He watched as color rose up her face, her lips pursed and her eyes starting to fire up again and he raised a finger to stop her.
" Yes" he said "for the second one" and elaborated "I want to marry you"
"Are you out of your mind, why on earth do you want to marry me?" she asked clearly infuriated.
"Because I like you." He said with a poker face.
"Bul***it"
They glared at one another.
"You know what, give this crap to some *** chick who will go all crazy for you and SPARE ME."
"You know why I like you?" he asked ignoring her uproar.
"You are nothing like any random girl, I like your attitude, your confidence," he spoke as he walked towards her "your face flushed with anger" ,his voice now an octave lower , "your eyes bright and gleaming " he kept coming closer to her "your hair ……… " he whispered as he raised his hand to touch her hair.
She pushed him.
"Don't act smart, you fat head. Open your damned ears and get this straight ' I'.m . not . marrying .you'"
'This is pure entertainment.' He thought 'so much fun in getting her riled up'
"Tum kuch bhi karlo hamari shadi hogi, jaroor hogi." He stated and started towards the door.
"Whatever " she muttered and rushed out before him.
She walked back to the main hall -all seething and simmering determined to get back at him – 'he does not like tamasha,… hmm ', she blew her hair, 'just wait and watch'.
She came and stood in the middle of the hall and clapped her hands to gain everybody's attention, "All of you, may I have your attention please "
A fuming Maan followed her. She turned to him and said, "You want to marry me? hmm …. let me tell you something about myself, Infact all of you must know this."
She looked in to his eyes and said with cold fury, "You know who I am,hmm… Geet Handa, Mr Mohinder Handa's daughter …. But do you know I was not born to his legally wedded wife. I am an unwanted byproduct of his clandestine affair with his gold-digger of a secretary. I am a bl***y illegitimate, that is what I am." , she said her voice devoid of all emotions but her eyes – overcome with such vulnerability for a moment that even after she replaced it with insouciance Maan could not look away.
He could not look away even when she had turned to his Dadi and asked, "You would not want some one like me to be a part of your family, would you?"
And before Dadi could reply she walked back to him and arching one of her eyebrows and asked " So, 'Mr. I-am-oh- so-smitten' still wants to marry me, eh?" She looked at him , he definitely looked like a deer caught in the headlights. "Seems like cat got your tongue." she smirked looked around and turned to leave.
She had barely moved a few steps when he stopped her.
"Geet " his deep voice reverberated, "Maan Singh Khurana never changes his decisions – never"
She whipped around ready to explode– a stubborn bullheaded jerk that he was she is going to show him what it is to mess with G.
"How or to whom you are born does not change a thing about how I feel for you" he stated, his expression so serious, so intense, all playfulness having left his demeanor.
She just gaped at him in disbelief
Dadi came upto her and putting a hand on her shoulder said "hum sab jaante hain aur humne saab jaanke aapka haath Maanga hain. Aap abhi ghar jaiye aur shanti se sochiye. Aapne pariwar se bhi baat kariye. Humne apna faisla le liya hain aur hum chahte hain ki aap thande dimag se sochkar aapne liye sahi faisla le."
She gave him a 'this is not over yet and you're so dead' look.
She left fuming from there but not before doing some damage she punctured the tires of all the 3 cars parked in the front porch.
When the security personnel came to inform Dadi about the punctured tires, she looked at Maan to see his reactions. Everyone waited with bated breath to see, how will he react.
For a second he was looking all ready to erupt but the next moment he laughed shocking everyone especially Dadi.
He just brushed it off and instructed the security to get all the tyres changed and to arrange cars for the guests if they are not replaced by the time they left.
He left taking no notice of his family, who were gawking at him…
11.15 am Monday, Head Office – Khurana Group of Industries
The usually hustling bustling office was unusually quiet today, thanks to the astronomically rising temper of the M.D and the one to be worst affected was none other than his personal assistant , his right-hand man Aditya Talwar.
Adi as he was more popularly known, was really in a fix today. He had been working with 'Maan sir' for last two years and never has he seen him so out of character, agreed he is strict, a perfectionist and does not tolerate mistakes but he has never shouted on his staff or snapped at them for inconsequential issues, infact he held immense pride in the fact that he never had to bear his boss's moodswings………. But today his ever composed Sir had fired people left right and centre ... moreover he had cancelled all his appointments so he needed to reschedule a lot of things - but this was not a reason for his predicament - surely he could accommodate his sir's 'once in two years' bad mood. The apparent cause of his dilemma was the phone call he had received just an hour back,
"Adi, hum Savitri devi baat kar rahe hain, humari ek guest Mrs. Mrinalini Handa , Maan se milne ane wali hain. Make sure that she is directly taken to his cabin as soon as she comes and don't make her wait."
And for the past hour he has been deciding what is worse - Maan sir's wrath or his Dadimaa's ire, because sir has explicitly asked not to be disturbed no matter what. He was still nowhere near making a choice when Mrs. Handa appeared relieving him of his musings and he led her to sir's cabin-pronto
Maan had been in a foul mood since morning and his staff had to bear its brunt and so he thought it best to confine himself to his cabin. He was trying his best to concentrate on the sales figure when he heard a knock. He was annoyed, clearly his staff did not understand what 'do not disturb' meant. He was readying to fire irrespective of the person when the sudden appearance of Mrinalini Handa startled him
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