Tum Se Hi (MG) #2 (last part/Epi @pg 71) 15th July - Page 29

Originally posted by: swetha10

Wonderful update..

luved it..

Originally posted by: angel_mew

awesome dear😊

THIRTY SIX

The following evening, Geet stood in the kitchen looking at the clock on the wall. The hands seemed to be moving at a snail's pace, inching to seven o' clock and Maan's scheduled arrival.

She'd dressed in jeans, a magenta coloured sweater and matching socks, with the hope that the bright, cheerful attire would improve her dark, gloomy mood.

It hadn't helped one bit.

With a groan of self-disgust, she stomped out of the kitchen, smacking the light switch off as she passed. In the living room, she sank onto the sofa in front of the fireplace and stared at the leaping flames.

She was a wreck. Maan had called late yesterday afternoon, said they needed to talk, and was seven o'clock the next evening convenient?

He'd sounded stiff, like someone making an appointment to sell life insurance. She'd agreed to the plan, and had been a bundle of nerves ever since.

She couldn't pretend that she didn't know what Maan wanted to discuss. The man had told her that he was in love with her, Babaji. He'd then proceeded to tell her to think, think, think, about the list of items he'd said. Now the time is up. This was it. Maan was coming for answers, responses to what he'd said.

"Babaji, what will I do now?" Geet said leaning her back against the back of the sofa.

Parts of Maan's word had echoed in her mind through the entire day and on into the evening.

I do love you Geet. It's the truth. It's honest and real. When we made love it was far more beautiful, intimate, special and rare, than anything I, and hopefully you have ever experienced before. Think about the babies, the miracles, knowing our child is within our reality. I do love you Geet. I do love you Geet. Just think and feel. Think, think, think.

"Oh-h-h," she moaned again, pressing her palms to her aching temples.

She was so confused, so incredibly unhappy. It was as though an exhausting tug-of-war was taking place in her mind, yanking her back and forth between fantasy and reality.

The make-believe was glorious. She had no ghosts from the past haunting her, holding her back in fear. She was free to follow the message from her heart, to tell Maan that she loved him, wanted to be his wife, and the mother of his children.

In that fantasy land, she didn't have a demanding career that required her full devotion, both emotionally and physically. She wrote books as a hobby. Yes, that was good- a hobby, where she dashed off a paragraph or two when the mood struck.

But reality? It was totally opposite from that fairy tale. And reality was synonymous with the truth, and the truth was what she would have to convey to Maan in a very few minutes.

But not the whole truth, she thought sadly. She would not tell Maan Singh Khurana that she was in love with him. It would serve no purpose, because the bottom line fact that they have no future together could not be changed.

The doorbell rang, and Geet sighed as she got slowly to her feet and started across the living room.

She wished she was anywhere other than on her way to opening the front door. Himalayas had appeal, or Africa, or'

"Geet, shut up," she said to herself.

She stopped in the entry hall, took a deep, steadying breath, then opened the door, praying to her Babaji that her smile didn't appear as phony as it felt.

"Hello Maan," she said, stepping back. "Please come in."

"Geet," he said, nodding slightly. There was no trace of a smile on his face.

She closed the door and turned to look at him, allowing herself to savor a quick glance of his magnificent physique presented to perfection in jeans and a while shirt.

Maan looked directly into her eyes, placed one hand on her cheek and brushed his lips over hers.

"It's good to see you," he said, dropping his hand to his side.

"Yes, well, it's nice to see you too. Shall we go in by the fire?"

She hurried past him without waiting for his reply, and Maan followed slowly behind. Geet sat down on the sofa and folded her hands in her lap, suddenly wishing she's mastered knitting so she could busy herself with something other than the tension-filled moment.

Gently, Maan ordered himself. Annie had emphasized that he was to discuss the issues at hand gently, talk things through gently. That was going to be a good trick. Considering the fact that he was so stressed he felt a tightly coiled spring that was about to go rocketing into spade at a slightest provocation.

He considered settling onto the sofa next to Geet, then rejected the idea, knowing he was too wired to sit still. Instead, he planted one forearm on the mantel.

Damn, he thought. Geet looked like a scared kid who had been summoned to the Principal's office. Her beautiful hazel eyes were wide and wary, her hands clutched tightly in her lap, her feet planted square on the floor.

The tension in the room was a nearly palpable and for the life of him he didn't know how to defuse it before it exploded into a disaster.

"Hell," he said.

Geet blinked in surprise. "Hell?"

He shoved his hands into his jeans pocket for a lack of better thing to do with them, and his frown deepened.

"This is really ridiculous," he said. "This is supposed to be a momentous moment, a special occasion in both of our lives, and I feel as though I came to announce that your dog died."

"Well, I--"

"Geet," he said, his volume now on high, "I love you. I want to marry you. Have you got that? Is it loud and clever enough for you?"

next -- Part 37 -- page 52

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Originally posted by: J.Rahman

yeppie I am the 1st one to comment. 🥳
its simply amazing.
loved the update.
geet is hell nervous about the matter where as maan is frustrated.
waiting to know the reaction of geet on maan's outburst.
update next part soon.

Originally posted by: tamanna1391

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