Love Digger's husband Ch 33 6/5 - THD 2 LNK - Page 52

Originally posted by: -Crayon-

What Sheesh babi?

You don't even know how to post an image? You took so many posts to do that?

Oh yes and that's the gorgeous face I fell in love with...irrevocably! 😳

Wait..a minute..You look like me man! Kind of! 😳

P.S. Where are your caps?? 😲

Originally posted by: 18mypride

sheesh chating ke saath saath typing bhi kardona.plz plz plzzz

Originally posted by: -Crayon-

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The expressions of the policeman : Priceless! 🤣

Chap 17:

Geet:

She was out on the beautiful Saturday morning on a visit to the nearest mall. She found the place getting crowded already. She saw so many friends walking hand in hand smiling. Some of them sitting on the wet corrugated platform by the fountain messaging their friends and being beside more friends. She saw a song and dance routine on a make shift stage and someone dedicating a song to her 'bestest' friend.

She had contemplated meeting up a couple of her friends. But they would just whine about what a hard time the professors were giving them. How they had missed a mark in the internals. And about how their parents were forcing them to cut down on their internet time and study. Geet was not ready to listen to all that just yet. She needed to be good enough to brag about her office and what a great time she was having there.

She had to admit she had already cut down on talking time with her friends. Sigh. Then she told herself that she was the 'cool' one. Her friends did not know about Maanstein and Dracula. They did not know that she was hiding in the restroom and sneaking out of office to get home. If she chose to, she could brag. But there was something cooler than bragging. It was being unavailable. Yes Geet was now such a big shot she had no time for people with pocket money. She was out there earning 'real' money. Not hunting for a silly paperweight or having inappropriate thoughts about a colleague.

And thus began her hunt for the elusive paperweight. It was an interesting episode for her all in all. Yes Murphy's law had acquired a very deep meaning.

She reached the large stationary store.

Shoppie "Madam you want paper weight with clock inside?"

Geet nodded. And she was shown an actual clock being surrounded by glass. The clock looked like a Rubik cube covered by dial on all of its cubical sides. Pretty neat actually. But it was nothing like the paper weight Maan had. That paper weight was directionless. One could look at it from any angle and it showed the time. How did they do that! She wondered about the technological marvel of it.

Geet "I wanted one with translucent needles that show time from every direction."

Shoppie "No sorry madam."

Geet "Can I talk to your store owner or somebody. I need such a piece as soon as possible."

An elderly gentleman wearing a badge walked by.

GM "Yes madam, what can I do for you? I am in charge here."

Geet explained her needs to the man. The man appeared to be very smart.

GM "Oh that! Madam let me fetch a catalog."

He brought a fancy heavy magazine with shiny pages.

GM "I believe you are talking about this one?"

There we go. It was from a branded crystal maker. And it was exactly like the one Maan had. Her eyes strolled down and saw the price. She almost died of heart failure. The amount was an insane amount of dollars.

She asked the gentleman nervously "Do we have something local? Non branded?"

GM shook his head gravely "We do not have even this piece in stock. If you want we will order it and you can have it in about a couple of weeks. Local ones, I cannot say I have seen such a piece. It would be a poor imitation even if it is there. Nothing can match the crystal quality you see in this one. They are special pieces made to order madam."

Well going to the factory outlet for this one was out of the question huh.

She smiled uneasily "Thanks. I will think about it."

GM "If you can give me your email ID, I will mail a catalog of this piece for you to think about. It will have product description…"

The rest went blah blah and more blah for her. This was a different kind of screw. A branded one. Talk about monkey diamonds. Who paid such exorbitant money for fake crystals man? When one could not even wear them! Dracula must have some spare cash to keep gifting these kind of things huh.

There was no point staying in the mall now, was there? She came back home dejected. Why did she get herself in these kind of messes? No wonder Maan was behind her behind to find it. It had been gifted by his brother for most likely a special occasion and it cost the earth. She smacked her forehead to knock some sense into it. She could not repay the cost even if she were to forfeit her salary. She did not want to cry about it. She had to find a way. She just had to.

Then an idea flashed, Pinky!

Geet "Hello Pinky. What plans for weekend."

Pinky was giggling "I cannot get over this you know. Tara has set me up with this architect guy who is like part of her team."

Geet "Vow!"

Pinky "It is all a big mystery you know. She hasn't told me the guys name. There are a few guys in her team. I am trying to guess which one. I have my fingers crossed that he is the one I really like. But you never know with Tara you know. She springs surprises."

Geet could not help but smile. Couple of friends helping each other out.

Geet "Pinky listen, if I need to buy some stationary on company expense what do I need to do?"

Pinky "Do you have the corporate card?"

Geet "Huh?"

Pinky "Ha that bright blue color card. I am sure you must have seen it being used by now."

Oh so that was what Dracula was using to pay for Sapna brunch. Interesting. Feeding the girlfriends face with a corporate card. Definitely gossip worthy.

Geet "So I have to get one of those. Then?"

Pinky "Nothing. Just swipe it and then fill out an online form at the claims site. Must be a breeze really. Stationary right?"

Geet "Yes. Like notebooks, pen, paperweight."

Pinky "You must see no issues with that."

Geet "How long will it take to get this card?"

Pinky "Hmm you have to check with bank wales you know."

Now a plan began to formulate in Geet's mind. Just swipe the card and then use it to buy the paper weight! For one moment she let that sink in. And digest. Then she slapped herself. What, she was going to become an embezzler now? Was this her moral fiber? She was judging Dracula, then what was she?

No she would have to find another way. Come to think of it, if the blasted paper weight was so expensive anyone might have been tempted to just slide it into their purse or pocket. She had been stupid enough to leave it on her desk while going on road trips. If it had been lying on Maan's desk, no one would have dared to take it. But now that she could be blamed someone had grabbed the opportunity to make some dough. Not the roti wala. Gandhi one.

But this was like finding a needle in a haystack. Anyone could have taken it. The culprit might have observed and coveted the object on Maan's desk and was biding his or her time to grab it somehow. She cursed herself. What would Maan think? That she grabbed it on an instinct, then realized its worth, sold it, made money for herself and now she was pretending that she had lost it.

She was in a hopeless mess. She could not digest the fact that Maan would think she was a thief. He knew she was going through a financial crisis. And he would most likely think she had made a neat little bundle for herself. She was mouthing the following sentences on mute. 'I am not a thief! I am not an embezzler! NO!!'

She considered all her options and gave up. There was no way out. This time she would be fired with a botch on her entire career. People would remember her by this deed. They would judge her while she was living and posthumously.

She decided to sleep on it and think about it the next day. But when one needs it the most, sleep evades us. As she lay on the bed she thought about the beautiful object. How shocked and stricken he had been when she had grabbed it so carelessly and forcefully from the table. He had not gotten angry about it. He had laughed with his wonderful smile and just requested her to return it. She could not even cry about this.

He loved his evil brother so much. Maan had even apologized to her not caring it was not he who had wronged her but someone else. He had just cared about making her feel better. He had just cared.

And what had she done? She had won the battle against Dev but lost to an apology. She had lost the respect in front of Maan's eyes. He had probably hired her thinking she was a nice girl who would fulfill her responsibility well. But she had been so headstrong. Would he believe her? Would he respect her again? Sleep came after that but it was as expected not a deep one. She had troubled dreams. It mostly consisted of Maan pointing the finger at her and saying seriously in his deep voice 'hang her'.

The entire weekend passed by like a howling train. The realization set in that aside from committing a felony there was no other way out of this mess. Come Tuesday she was ready. She did not get a call from Dracula thankfully. She could not deal with him at the moment.

She reached the office and waited in the parking lot. She was early. She sat on the security's spare chair glum and dejected. Her mind was a blank. For the first time in her life she realized her friends were right. She was not gifted or street smart. Yes she was good in her studies when she put her mind into it. But otherwise she was a big zero.

She had to wait for a long while to spot the blue sedan. She frantically waved in front of the car and it stopped. The passenger window opened once more. She wordlessly plucked out the car lock, opened the door and sat on the seat. He was staring at her. Yes it must seem very strange for him.

Geet "Can we drive to a place which has some privacy. I don't want people to see me making a fool of myself again."

He said softly "Geet..what is wrong?"

She was trying hard to hold back her tears. She did not want to cry. She had brought this on by her own foolishness.

He seemed to have sensed her discomfort. But his voice seemed a little irritated. She supposed it was not nice for him to see a glum face first thing in the office on a new week. It increased the Monday blues or in this case Tuesday blues. Finally he said.

Maan "Ok I will drive to the terrace. It would be empty right now."

Once they reached she broke down. And the flood gates opened. He was looking at her uncomfortably. His eyes hovered around the terrace to make sure there was indeed nobody present. It was not a nice thing for a man to have a weeping willow in the car now, was it? She knew she was treading a thin line with his patience. But she could not help herself. She had inadvertently gone wrong on so many levels and had almost become a criminal.

He pulled out a couple of tissues from the dashboard and offered it to her. She took it and almost blew her nose before thinking the better of it. Once she had gained a little semblance of control, she kept the tissues aside and stared ahead.

Maan "Geet, I am not sure how to handle this. What happened? Did Dev say something again?"

Geet shook her head. Without any more drama her hand went to the back of her neck. And she slowly tried to unclasp her thin gold chain. It was becoming difficult to unlock it. She had been wearing it for a long time.

Maan "What are you trying to do?"

She raised her hand a bit and he involuntarily ducked. She gaped at him.

Geet "What? I am not trying to hit you."

He sighed exasperated. Her hand reached the rear view mirror and turned it towards herself. She brought the obstinate necklace buckle to the front. She managed to remove it slowly. She handed the chain to Maan who looked confused but accepted it.

Maan "What am I supposed to do with this? In case you did not realize this is very awkward for me."

Geet gulped "I know this paltry chain might not cover it. But it is the best I can do. Please accept it."

Maan squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again in confusion "Accept it? Cover what?"

Geet's eyes became moist again "I lost the paper weight. I know it was precious. I am sorry. I swear I did not sell it and make money for myself. I know it costs a lot. But I will repay it somehow. I promise."

Maan's eyes widened and he gave a small smile. Wait, he was smiling? This man was strange. He wordlessly opened the glove compartment and fetched the beautiful gleaming paper weight. Sparkling in the Sun. She gaped again. And looked at him. His eyes were twinkling with unconstrained mischief.

Something in her made her react. She was not thinking. Whether it was the relief of having found the damned thing or the fact that she had made a royal fool of herself or that he had watched the spectacle while she was crying like a little girl or that he had it all along; she did not know. She punched his chest.

Her hand seemed stuck to him with glue. She could feel his rapidly increasing heartbeat that matched her own. She felt like declaring 'Now it is your turn to fear. Abh tumhe darr lagh raha hai.' She did not of course. His expression gradually turned cynical and his eyes were set hard as if to mock the effect he had on her. Her stomach churned to indicate his proximity. She had never been more scared. His eyes traveled to her neck to observe her swallowing bouts of body fluid. His lips parted a little to one side revealing perfect pearly whites. She was going to die of dehydration.

Maan "I was just trying to get you to loosen up a little bit. I took it when you were having your power nap. I was expecting you to confess on Friday and we to have a good laugh about the entire episode. But you had to be you and cry. By the way, you can take your hands off me now."

She quickly removed her hand as if she had touched a live wire. And blushed fiercely looking away.

Maan "Just try and blend in. Nobody will eat you. And see, because of you I have lost my favorite parking spot. I saw somebody park there as I was talking to you. I have to park on the terrace now in the Sun."

She smiled shyly. To herself mostly. No use arguing after having already lost the parking spot, Mr Maan. She felt so happy about that fact.

Maan "So see you around then."

She got out of the car. He grabbed his suitcase, locked the car and walked away fast towards the elevator looking at his watch. She could not decide whether he looked better walking away or forcing his way on to the front.

And then she gasped. What were the odds that she had written the Baazigar story and she had ended up on a terrace alone with him the next time she saw him? Geet Frank was a soothsayer or what!

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