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Chapter 7

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Maan was seated in one of the chairs of the long gigantic rectangular dinning table and he could see all the servants hovering all around the hall setting the place as per his Daadima's instructions, "setting it upside down, uff what a circus!" he grumbled within. He had categorically instructed his Daadima that he wanted the wedding to be simple yet all his pleas fell on deaf years. First the lavish wedding and now this, poor Geet, all this show biz is going to scare her. He thought ruefully. He held his head between both his hand and stared listlessly at the table while the servants scurried helter skelter. At that moment he heard footsteps approaching and then he heard the same authoritative firm voice of her grand mom which has reigned the Khurana mansion for years now. He lifted his gaze to look at her. Maan sometimes admired his grand mom for her strong persona but when the same persona got to him he couldn't help but feel exasperated just like the way he was feeling now.

"how nice Maan, you look great in white and from what I know it's Geet's favorite color too, how sweet and romantic!" Daadima teased with a naughty glint while she glided across the hall to reach where his beloved stubborn grandson was seated. She could see that he was thoroughly irritated and she very well knew the reason. She had arranged for her kitty friends along with some family friends to come over today for brunch after Geet's muh dikhai which her grandson distastefully referred to as "circus".

"Daadima please will you stop teasing me, I wore this because you wanted me to wear something traditional and this is your choice if you have forgotten, after all white is your favorite color too if you have forgotten" Maan replied with an arrogant jut and a mischievous smirk spread across his face as he said so.

Savitri Khurana looked at the young man, her grandson and smirked. Though in her eighties she felt fit like a 20 year and her elegance and poise always stood out. She had brought Maan up without any help, when her son and daughter in law died. Since then Maan had been her reason to live. Though the blow of her son and daughter in law's death was not easy to forget she managed with little Maan by her side and as he grew up he got all the qualities of the Khurana kin, strong, stubborn, good looking, tall and someone who never backs down easily.

"what now you are smiling for what Daadima, for god's sake stop pulling my leg, I know I know, I slept till 10.30, but it's not a criminal offense, after all I have been fatigued and emotionally stressed for quite sometime now and I needed it. I know it's a bit strange because I have always been an early riser all my life but then there are always exceptions in life and c'mon Daadima you must be knowing it after all you know how difficult it can get when you have to handle a huge business empire when your emotional and personal life is in doldrums, you know the pressure's of it" Maan defended.

"Maan did I ask or say anything, I was just smiling because I never thought mr perfect could ever wear his clothes upside down" with that Daadima burst into peals of laughter while Maan stood there transfixed. He looked at his grand mom with exasperation and irritation written all over his face and stormed off to his room.

Geet now held the long cloth called sari and stared at it in confusion. she was now dressed in a red suit with the jeweleries that Maan's grand mom had given her but the only and the biggest problem she had at hand was how to drape a sari? She mentally chided herself for not learning it when Antara di had insisted that she should know how to tie a sari. Thought of Antara di made her eyes brim with tears. She was such an angel. How she would take care of her, pamper her and sometimes scolded her. How she had ran after her when during her annual function in school she was selected to play Sita in the play Ramayana and had insisted that she learn to wear a sari and how Geet had cried cribbed and made a huge issue. Antara di had to tie it for her at the end with an exasperated sigh and she had been thoroughly irritated. The memories always brought a sweet sad smile across her face and her eyes sting with tears. Wish she was here to help, wish! She thought ruefully. She wiped the tears and somehow brought her attention back to the job at hand, sari. " I can ask Daadima to help, ya I'll do that" she started towards the door with the sari in hand, but stopped when she heard Daadima's voice, "uff mohan you people are just incorrigible, how may times do I need to tell you that I want ths flower arrangements on the other side of the hall not here. Cant you people give me a break, if I'm not here you people don't seem to take your job seriously, tell me at my age is it possible for me to look after everything!".

"no, Daadima seems to be too burdened, now if I go to her with my problem, she'll help me but then I'll tire her more already she seems so fatigued and she has been handling all the arrangements alone. So I'll try it on my own, at least I know how to tie a petticoat and I'll wear the blouse and then I'll think what to do with the sari." Geet thought brightly.

She wore the matching skirt and the blouse and was holding the sari twisting it right and left. She was totally at a loss when an idea struck her and immediately she jumped across the room to where Maan's laptop had been lying. She opened it and punched in the password quickly and within minutes she was surfing the net, searching diligently for some information about saris. Whatever little she gathered from the net, she tried draping the long red cloth around her. She somehow managed to tuck it around folding it here and there and managing the pallu on her side while her legs felt tapped and her body crammed. She slowly trudged towards the door and when she around a few meters away the door burst open.

Maan burst into the room fuming, his face looked hard, his eyes bulged with fury and his nose had turned red due to anger. It was a common thing, whenever Maan got furious his nose would turn red and geet and antara always made fun of it by calling him "scarlet prince" which irritated him to the hilt. Maan in a fit of rage threw his kurta away and stalked around the room bare chested as he fumed. Off late his Daadima had developed a n irritating habit of teasing him all the time. And especially during the wedding she never left any chance to pull his leg and is till continuing with her charade. Today in the morning also sh embarrassed him and now this and what was wrong with him? How could he? He wore his kurta upside down, all the servants were smiling all along and with little encouragement from his daadi they were all laughing at him. Him! The Maan Singh Khurana! They never dared to raise their eyes and speak to him and today they were all mocking him! Gosh! He banged his hand on the study table when he heard a sudden sound and all hell broke loose.

His lifted his gaze from the teak wood study table to witness something which he in his entire life had never imagined. Geet stood at one corner, a quivering mass, she looked frightened and her face seemed tense. She stood stock still while her face were a mixture of confusion and dread . When Maan shifted his eyes he noticed that she was skimpily clad in a sari, that had been draped around in an awkward way and left nothing to imagination. Her milky white skin at the midriff looked inviting while the pallu on her shoulder threatened to fall giving a clearer view to her cleavage. The blouse was a snug fit and it accentuated her curves while the satin skirt stuck to her thighs which was giving her a sexy look.

Maan's eyes emitted heat as he regarded the sight in front. A sudden electricity leaped in between them.

He now took slow and steady steps towards her without breaking eye contact while Geet moved back two steps for every one step that Maan took towards her. She gulped her saliva in fear for Maan's face didn't give away anything as to what he intended to do. He simply kept on coming near while Geet kept moving back. From the moment he had entered in to the room, he seemed disgruntled and thoroughly and had failed to acknowledge Geet's presence in the room until she gasped when he threw his kurta away in rage giving Geet a clear and desirous view of his body and now he was moving towards her like a panther, "babaji, please help me!" she mentally chided while her back hit the wall.

"Trapped! Oh no!" her eyes popped out of her sockets while she cringed and closed her eyes in fera as maan was only a few metres away still coming near.

She could now feel his breath near her ears ,could feel the warmth of his body and could smell his cologne. She opened her eyes slowly to witness Maan staring down at her meek posture with a heated gaze while his arms trapped her on either sides and he had a sexy smirk plastered on his face. For a moment Geet felt herself drowning in his chocolate brown eyes and his burning steady gaze but instead what came out of her mouth at the moment surprised her even. She meekly asked " Maan why are looking at me like that? And what happened to your kurta?"

Her words jolted Maan out of his trance and he was suddenly aware of his naked upper body. In a jiffy he was at the door picking his kurta up and wearing it the right way. Without looking at Geet he simply said, "I guess you don't know how to tie a sari, I should have understood, what I'll do is I'll send someone over to help you with it. I am very sorry and thoroughly embarrassed at my behavior for now and in the morning, I promise I'll not repeat it ever again". With that he sauntered off towards the study.

On his way to the study he summoned one of the maids to go and help Geet.

He needed to clear his mind. Some space was required. He needed to think things over. His behavior flustered him, he had no clue why?

"I guess it's time to see things the way they are, it's time to access your feelings man, high time" he thought.

Here Geet stood transfixed and she mentally scolded herself for embarrassing Maan, "idiot why did you do it, see he was feeling so awkward that he couldn't look into my eyes and talk, it's all my fault! Fool, I'll make him understand that there's nothing to be''.." her self cursing was interrupted by Daadima's voice when she walked in.

"get beta you could have come to me if you wanted any help with this" she said holding the sari up , "ok now turn around and let me drape you in it and dress you up like my princess" she said.

On the other hand,

Maan was seated in dark oak wood desk with an ottoman in deep thought staring listlessly at the ceiling.

so here's part 7 for all my lovely readers. i hope you all will like this update as much as you did the previous ones. if you have any suggestions please feel free to share , am all ears! please do leave behind your precious comments and likes as they keep me motivated and help me to write.

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Amazing update ...Maan definitely have some feelings for geet , it not mere attraction but he himself not aware of it ..please update next soon

that was mind blowing updte loved it dear

Originally posted by: Thesaurus

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wow awesome upd.

loved it to d core.

daadi teasing maan loved it.

and the saree scene of maaneet was just wow.

i am in maaneet dreamland.😳

upd.soon.⭐️

my pleasure you liked it so much!

Originally posted by: SONOMAKTER1

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my pleasure!

Originally posted by: --Fairy--

Amazing update ...Maan definitely have some feelings for geet , it not mere attraction but he himself not aware of it ..please update next soon

i'll try and give a speedy update soon dear!
so glad you liked it!

Originally posted by: p.maan

Awesome update

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you are an awesome reader!