Love Digger's husband Ch 33 6/5 - THD 2 LNK - Page 10

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Chap 3:

FEW MONTHS EARLIER:

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The man was the man of the moment. He was as handsome as death himself. The world's attention was upon him. He was being begged to invest. Begged to bestow a look upon the mere mortals surrounding him. A mere word from him that he was backing out from a project was enough to cause shock waves and end the very project.

Clients and investors alike scurried around like bunnies waiting to see if the expression on his face had changed. Whether his stubble had darkened since they had last met him. Was he using too much hair gel? Women of course liked him for his faux intelligence. For he had nothing much to add. Nothing more to bring to the table. Not in terms of management or in terms of feelings.

The world's eight marvel. A man who had managed to build an empire based on 'I never lose until I actually lose' attitude and a foreign degree. There have been whispers in the hallway of time that he actually had a past that was something to write home about. But that too turned out to be a damp squib. As mentioned a little while above it was one of nature's greatest mysteries that a man with a characterization like him had made it anywhere near big in life and in love.

All said and done, he was a powerful rich man with an aptitude that tended towards domestically violent behavior. He knew only to physically torture the poor emotional women souls for their own good of course. His polio afflicted sister prayed everyday to God to forgive him for his sins. He wanted to change but a change meant for him a change in his personality. A Byronic hero could never be a part of a happily ever after story now, could he?

But the man was angry. There was a thorn in his perceived flesh. A thorn that only seemed to grow right in front of his face causing him to forecast an impending doom. He thought but only briefly before making yet another reckless decision that he was sure would turn out good because after all he was he.

He spoke into space for he had his Bluetooth headset on "Aman, I want Maan Singh Khurana out of circulation."

Aman "What is that Maan Singh Khurana Sir, a newspaper?"

Man "What the… Aman, this is not the time for over the top comedy. I am serious. We need to manage our profit margins."

Aman "Sir, sorry sir. I am just your invisible phone employee. I rarely get to meet you. So it is easy to misunderstand over the phone."

Man shook his head "My name is Arnav Singh Raizada. Just do as I say dammit."

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ASR awoke with a start. Vow that was a weird self shrinking satirical introspection DREAM. May be he had forgotten to take his insulin medication and was having hallucinations. But Maan Singh Khurana was a rising name in town. And ASR did not like it one bit.

PRESENT:

Maan:

It was the weekend and Maan Singh Khurana had a party to go to.

He started getting dressed with his favorite classical opera music playing in the background. It helped him maintain that sense of rhythm. For a man like him that is what music meant. A way of keeping time whilst enjoying it subconsciously. He did not like new age music like rock or pop. Because that kind of music made everything mechanical. They could never be used as 'background' score for life. It did not allow a space continuum to think. Music which only leant itself to dancing and head banging could not be heard from a place of calmness. It did not excite the body's nerve endings and simulate it. Maan did not mind even instrumental music.

But for now since he was dressing in a black suit 007 style, opera music seemed more appropriate. He put on his clothes along with a stupid looking bow tie. It was supposed to be in vogue. That is what Annie had told him. And he did not think much about what he wore as long as it was expensive and Annie approved it. Well he supposed he could wear 'usual' clothes. But that meant thinking about his entire look and planning for each occasion. When some ace designer who knew what he was doing had already done it, why not just buy it and wear it when one can afford it?

Maan went downstairs and was about to leave when he saw Daadi coming in with someone who looked like trouble. Not to worry. Maan had a way of evading it.

Daadi "Beta, this is my friend's granddaughter, Sapna."

Well he had to agree she looked pretty and smart. But weren't they all?

Maan "Hello Sapna. Nice meeting you. So Daadi I will.."

Daadi "Sapna has come down from the US and is new around here. So why don't you show her around the city this weekend beta."

Oh no! Not again! When would Daadi ever get the message.

Maan "Daadi I am busy this weekend."

Daadi "Hmm. We will plan something Sapna beta. Don't worry. For now Maan please entertain this nice girl for a few minutes while I get tea ready."

Maan was feeling like banging his head against the door. But he just smiled instead. But of course he had his own maneuver. Where he could nullify all of Daadi's tricks. Whose grandson was he, after all!

Maan "So Sapna, what do you do?"

Sapna "I actually work at Pottery Barn right now. To save up money for college."

Maan nodded "Vow! Most impressive. So very independent. I wish I could say the same about myself."

Sapna looked puzzled "How do you mean?"

Maan shrugged "I have to report to my younger brother Dev in office. Just imagine! He is the CEO of Khurana Constructions. Heard of it?"

Sapna nodded "Oh so he is like the managing director."

Maan "You must be thinking what an old guy like me is doing stashed in his younger brothers place eh?"

Sapna smiled understandingly "Not at all. Hello, I am of Indian origin. I know in India people stay in their parents or whoever's place for a longer time."

Maan "Probably. But I think it is high time our mentality changes you know. If someone had kicked me out when I was 16 I would have been a better man by now."

Sapna was looking thoughtful. Just then Dev Singh Khurana walked in. Sapna turned and saw the most handsome devil she had ever seen enter. He was six feet tall, drop dead gorgeous, fabulous smile(he had not smiled yet but still), dressed in casuals and walked with a swagger.

And he had a tan to kill for too. It was an all natural tan. It happens only in India, California and sometimes in Miami. Sigh. And here she was, stuck with the stuck up narc wannabe James Bond aka Maan Singh Khurana.

Maan "Talk of the Devil. Dev, come on up here."

Dev "Yes Bro."

Maan "Meet this nice girl, Sapna. She is from the US of A."

Dev gave a broad smile. Holy smoking shit. He did have a fabulous smile. Somebody cut the girl some slack here.

Dev "Hello there Sapna. Are you new around here? I can show you around this city this weekend if you like."

Aha. Yes way! This guy was actually asking her out! Sapna smiled "Sure Dev, I would love that."

Maan "Dev, why don't you entertain this girl while I leave for a party we needed to go to. I was talking about this party."

Maan held the invitation up for display and it had Dev's name on it.

Dev "But Bro I…"

Maan "Don't worry at all. I will take care of this. You enjoy with Sapna, bye!"

Maan heaved a big sigh of relief and left for the party. All the best, Sapna!

He brought the car to a halt when he reached on location. He got down from the car and threw the car keys to the valet. He walked in to make his usual subtle yet happening entry. As Annie always said "Bhai, it is all about the entry."

He went in. He had hardly made his 'entry' when he heard a familiar voice.

"Monkey Diamond!"

He turned around and did not recognize the woman in front of him. Dressed in a white chiffon saree with a daring semblance of a blouse. And her tresses long and strong. She appeared to be a true model this time. The little girly woman had grown up fast. For some strange reason it made him uncomfortable. He did not smile.

Her face showed a great hurt. He could see her gulping. He wanted to walk away from her at that moment. But something made him stay. His heart was beating faster as she slowly walked closer.

Geet "I am sorry."

Maan was puzzled "For what?"

Geet "For not bringing a smile to your face."

Maan was astonished.

Geet "I mean you brought a smile to mine last time we parted. But this time I failed. You do not like that I am dressed this way probably. I will go away."

Maan found himself saying "Wait. It is not that. I just…I did not recognize you in this kind of avatar. You look like a different person. Why are we even talking so deeply about this? Ok let me smile."

He gave her a nice and bright smile. She smiled back with her eyes. It was endearing. What he saw there reflected true joy.

Maan "Hmm so we meet again. So soon. How come you are here?"

Geet "A friend invited me here."

Maan "I see. So Ms Geet Handa, what do you do for a living?"

Geet "I am a student. In Bachelor of Science."

Maan "So that explains the total internal reflection part."

Geet smiled "What do you do?"

Maan "I am an architect."

Geet giggled "Obviously you would be related to construction business na. Not everyone comes here on a free pass."

Maan smiled "Free pass? Hmm who gave you that. Your boyfriend?"

Geet rolled her eyes "God no. My family does not encourage 'boyfriends'. My friend gave it to me. And she ditched me at the last possible minute as usual."

For unexplainable reasons that made him happy. He smiled. They grabbed a starter from a travelling tray. Some smelly crab meat.

Geet looked a little red with embarrassment. Hmm what was that all about.

Geet "Actually na, it is the darnedest thing. I never forget a face. But I always mix up names. What was your name again."

Her entire face was looking sorry.

Maan laughed "I will make it easy for you. My name is Maan. As in man with a double a. That should be easy to remember, right?"

Geet nodded smilingly.

Before they could talk further several people came up to Maan and began talking. Maan observed Geet finding herself a table and in all likelihood playing you know what again.

It took him a long time to finish meeting all the people in the party. But he carefully kept her in his line of sight. She was busy playing with her hair if not with her phone. Here was one girl who did not mind sitting alone. He was feeling sorry for her poor earlobes that had to bear the weight of the dangling earring things. He just did not get the point of the torture that women put themselves through in the name of looking pretty.

When he was finally done he came back to the place where Geet was sitting.

Geet "You know a lot of people here."

Maan "Well it is the kind of work that I do. These are all our potential clients. I attend these parties just for PR."

Geet made a 'Whatever. I don't really know what you are talking about' face.

Maan "What do you plan to do once you graduate?"

Geet "I haven't really decided yet. May be join a research program and try getting a Phd or something."

Maan nodded "Good."

There was an awkward pause.

Maan "How come you were modeling for the book then?"

Geet "Pocket money."

Maan "I see."

A soft melodious old world music started playing. Lending harmony to the quiet murmur of people shuffling about getting ready to shake a leg.

Maan "Want to dance?"

Geet just shrugged like it was the most normal thing in the world to dance with him. She was so matter of fact about the entire thing. He loved that somehow.

They began waltzing slowly. He had his one hand on her back where he could find some piece of cloth. It was hard given the tailor had been seriously miserly about using material for the blouse. The other hand of his was loosely encased in her palm. She had her other hand on his shoulder. They were just swaying.

She was in deep thought.

Maan "What are you thinking?"

Geet "You know my secret aspiration?"

Maan smiled "I wouldn't know that now, would I?"

Geet "I wanted to be an actress. I know it is funny. But still.."

Maan thought for a bit "Actually it is not. You might have some potential there."

Geet "Probably. My friends tell me the same thing. Anyway I believe I have figured out the scientific basis for acting."

Maan looked at her in wonderment and also observed that she was much closer to him now than she was a couple of minutes ago. She did not seem to be aware of it.

Maan "And what is that?"

Geet "Palindromes."

Maan blinked "Palindromes! As in 'Madam, am Adam' kind of?"

Geet "In literature yes. It means the word or phrase is the same when read backwards."

Maan "Is there some other dimension for that word then?"

Geet nodded "I believe yes. Ok now for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, correct?"

Maan was puzzled "Yes I believe it is called Newton's law."

Geet "Correct. Now that means everything that happens in this world is cause and effect, right?"

Maan continued to frown with the ever growing realization that the distance between them was almost non existent. She had totally forgotten that he was a stranger it seemed like.

Maan "Somewhat. So?"

Geet "So in essence, a palindrome in science means something that which can be cause or effect. Copy so far?"

Maan nodded. He could sense her faint fragrance now. He looked at her face having the most animated expression. As if the explanation was rendered true by the exaggeration. In all her excitement she kept stepping on his leg. And it hurt too with the pointed heels in her shoes. He was now watching where her feet were landing more than her face.

Geet "Now the acting done by the actor and the reaction from the audience is a palindrome. Meaning to say one cannot distinguish between cause and effect there. Whether what you feel about somebody's acting is actually the cause of their performance or the effect. Once the cause and effect become indistinguishable the actor's job is well done."

Maan "Aa true. I sort of get it. Although.."

Geet "See the root of the word 'palindrome'.."

She was dangerously close now and he wanted to signal to her to move away. But he did not want to break the excitement that she was speaking with. He was carefully avoiding stepping on her saree lest it should come apart.

Geet "Palindrome can be split as palin meaning again and dromos meaning direction. So something which is multidirectional can be technically called a palindrome. The actual root of the word comes from crab movement. Which is sort of you know backwards."

He let out a deep sigh "Backwards. Aa Geet..would you.."

And suddenly without warning she raised her arm. It missed giving him a black eye by a whisker. She was talking with her hands now.

Geet "And one more astonishing fact, scientists have discovered that most of our DNA which is you know our genetics is a sequence of palindromes. Just imagine. Acting is in our genes."

Maan smiled at her statement "Hey I have a topic for your Phd thesis.

'Why crabs make excellent actors.

Especially when they are not had as starters'."

She was laughing like a hyena who went to school. He had never had this much fun ever. But he was fearing for his own safety. Thank God! Someone had the sense to turn off the music. Folks were becoming too cozy with one another around here.

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