MILAN- The Final Destination
PART- 96
Exams are approaching so have been busy. But how can I not update today… It's our GHSP 3rd anniversary⭐️⭐️. The most special day in every maaneetian's life so an update was more than mandatory. Enjoy!! 😃
Maan almost ran out of the store behind her. She had looked so broken. Yeah, she shouted on Jia, it was totally unnecessary. She was just a child n few words would have convinced her there was no need of shouting. But, despite the fact that nobody shouted at his princess, he understood that Geet didn't do it purposely, the excruciating shock n realization on her face wasn't faked. She was scared… of the dress? A mere dress. Like she was so conscious that day about that saree. What was her problem? He had to go find out. What if she did something? No.
Jia sorry. The little one said sobbing squeezing her eyes tight resulting in more tears to drop. I wanted the big girl dress. She confessed. Mommy angry ho gai.
No princess she isn't angry. She was just a little bit upset. Maan wiped her tears. Will you wait here? Daddy will bring Mommy back.
Otey. You don't angry on me na? Fear came upon her face; she didn't want her daddy angry. Jia will be good.
You are already good baby, why would I be angry? I will be back fast. He stood up n asked to guards to take care of Jia.
Coming out of the clothing section he turned here n there frantically to search for her n ran down the already moving escalators. He caught sight of the end of her dubbata n went behind her.
Meanwhile in KM, a girl sat on the sofa waiting. Nakul came n she told whom she wanted to meet. He informed that Geet was not home n probably would come by evening. Just as she was about to stand up, Rohan literally skidding on the floor n jumping over the back of the sofa settled beside her, obviously delighted by the stunt he had pulled.
Seriously if guys think that their stupidity is cool they needed mental check up. The girl thought inwardly n smiled at him forcefully.
Rohan took in the appearance of the girl before him. Dressed in a yellow sundress, she looked sexy n beautiful. She was small n had chubby cheeks but she was pretty n the 4 inch high heels made up for the short height.
Hello, I am Rohan. He said forwarding his hand. She only eyed his hand n didn't made a move. Etiquettes state that now you should introduce yourself.
Oh really? She said flicking her perfectly styled hair over her shoulders with attitude. Sorry but I don't introduce myself to everyone n anyone.
Rohan gave a whistle n she started to stand up. Rohan held her hand. It was small but fitted perfectly in his. You are not supposed to hold a girl's hand in the first meet. She might get offended. She spoke in her foreign-return accent.
You seem to know thoroughly about all this. But… Rohan laced his fingers into hers n smirked when she shuddered a bit. Sometimes, the girl might find it really sensual. He said in a husky voice coming closer n the girl leaned back, pulling her hand out of his grip. So, what's your name?
Shanaya. She blurted in the heat of the moment but the damage was done so she covered it up. Shanaya Khanna.
And I assume you came here finding me? He said folding his hand at the back of his head.
She twisted her lips at his attitude, well, she was no less. In your dreams. I came to meet Geet. I thought she would go to shopping with her. I tried her cell but she wasn't responding. So I came, my brother asked me to give this report because I was coming. I said okay I will. He also asked me to say sorry for the delay with the report, he had been studying it.
She kept blabbering but stopped seeing the overly sweet expression on Rohan's face. Hey why you stopped? Go on, speak about the world. I can hear you all my life, it's so sweet I wonder if your lips are the same.
She rolled her eyes n thrust the report into Rohan's hand. I believe you would hand this over to Geet. She stated n Rohan asked what it was. She again started with her blabbering that Neeraj her brother was Geet's psychiatrist n it was Geet's medical report from the recent check up. She stopped short again after seeing his same exaggerated expressions. N decided to leave. Rohan tried but she didn't give him her number n left.
No problem he could take it from Geet later, thinking he opened the envelop pulling out the sheets that were Geet's medical report. For a moment the floor slipped from below his feet, he didn't know Geet's condition was this bad. Her depression was of high stage n her health was only worsening time, her blood pressure was low n there were several other things going on with her that were not so favorable. He thought how she looked pale n weak was somewhere because of her relation with Maan but it was her mental n physical condition. Did Dadimaa know about this?
She didn't want to do it. Now Jia will also hate her. Why she had to push everyone away? She came downstairs wiping at her rapidly flowing tears n entered another clothing store; she needed time n also she didn't have any money. So she simply dashed into the changing room sinking to the floor and weeping at her own stupid actions.
Two of the walls were fully covered with mirrors, the one she sat against was plain n the left one was the door. She couldn't look herself in the mirror in front. How pathetic could she get, couldn't even wear a dress to fulfill a child's wish. She buried her face into her knees crying her miseries out careful to not make noise though.
She looked up when Maan suddenly barged in, the little space getting cramped. You forgot to lock the door. He said grimly n his face softened seeing her condition. Hell, why she was crying like she murdered someone unintentionally? What happened? This couldn't be just because you screamed at Jia, could it? Tell me what's the matter?
Geet stood up, her eyes taking that hard look she sometimes used to hide her meek self behind. Leave me alone. She said turning her head. The mirror though failed her intension of avoiding him. Maan stood in his tall n intimidating glory. He took a step forward n instinctively she glued herself to the wall. W..what are you doing? Its n..ot home.
Maan almost laughed. You sound like we do… thing at home. He was being sarcastic if only he remembered that night when he had come back drunk.
One more step n he was hovering over her not exactly touching but his body heat intimately caressing her, making its way into her body. Her throat was choked n she tried to get away. He slapped a palm on the wall beside her head she attempted for other the side n he did the same with his other hand.
Not looking at his face she stared at his chest. Exposed chest! Damn why he had to leave his top buttons open. She dropped her eyes to his shoes. Better n safe.
Look up. She shook her head n closed her eyes. He made clear of the consequences of her denial by taking another step when there wasn't much space to do so. As a result his body came into direct contact with her making her shiver. She held her breath looking up forcefully. One more tear slid down along the slight curve of her cheek. He nearly took it into his mouth but when she flinched, stopped.
Does my touch bother you so much? He asked hurt at her response n then turning angry when she only gazed at him with expressions which he couldn't decipher. Why wouldn't you wear that dress?
Her chin trembled but this time her voice didn't shake. If she wanted a way out she had to be strong. That's none of you business.
That's my business. And you have to answer. I am fed up this no.
Why he always had to think about himself. He was fed up.. what about her. Leave me. Keeping her hands on his chest she tried to push him back. He took none of it n this time pinned her hands to the wall.
Why are you doing this to me? She asked again on verge of crying.
Same applies to you. Why are you doing this? Why you always have to say no? Why wouldn't you let me touch you? W..hy you won't kiss me while I am asleep? He asked with so much vulnerability, she thought he was drunk again. Tell me dammit, why?
She started struggling. She didn't want these mind games. Be strong, don't give up. Be strong, don't give up. She chanted in her mind. Breathing seemed like a chore now, her chest was so tightened. Please Geet tell me. His voice had gone hoarse n low while his finger traced some patterns on her inner wrist. Unable to resist, she moaned n the sound was so invigorating to him. He placed his warm lips on her eyes.
They were still in agony n were angry but slowly it seemed to get mixed with something as lethal, lust.
Let me go. She said with no true conviction in her voice. Her voice sounded breathy n his hips had started on their own to move against her. Maan didn't bother to answer her as his lips harshly crashed down to hers; it was the only way to break her n to satisfy his heart.
His lips were so hot against her own as he molded them to hers. They fitted perfectly n as the heat suffused her whole body, she gasped. He didn't miss a beat n dived his tongue into the deep caverns of her mouth. Hot, seeking, taking all that she had.
She wasn't kissing him at start of the kiss but when his tongue tentatively touched hers, something broke inside her. She pulled her hands out of his, lacing her fingers into his dark, thick hairs, her mails gently racking through the scalp, just the way she wanted to do every time she saw him after that night a week ago.
Hot, white desire swept between them as they both kissed each with fervor, selfishly taking what they wanted. All history, grief was taken over by lust which for now seemed to be the only thread binding them. His hands came to her waist slipping down her kurti playing with the edge of her hips her fingers moved down to his shirt, feeling the hard panes of his chest. He grumbled n she felt it more than she heard. He pressed himself more tighter to her. Her hips ground in a slow rhythm against his. It felt too damn good. He pulled at the hem of her kurti, the dubbata long back discarded; they broke apart as he pulled it over her head.
Immediately they dived back, his mouth traced kisses down her jaw, neck n upper chest blowing softly at the moistened skin. She trembled with the effect of it, her hands fumbling with his buttons. Finally she opened them all n Maan still kissing her neck pulled back his torso so she could get rid of the shirt. They were so much in sync it seemed they had been practicing it for decades. His body came back to press over her when he got freed of the shirt.
Her nails raked all over his back leaving her mark while he made his way down to her breast slipping the right strap down. Just then a knock disturbed them n they became aware of their not so apt location. Maan rested his forehead over hers, staring possessively at her lips. She looked into his eyes, flabbergasted. What just happened?
He moved back n she suddenly felt cold n exposed. She covered her torso with her hands, where did her kurti go?
Sensing her discomfort Maan picked up the kurti, a soft smile gracing his lips. These were the best few minutes in last couple of years. She forwarded one hand to take the cloth but instead he slipped the sleeve over it before she could understand a thing, he made her wear the kurti then he picked his shirt n wore it, but didn't close the buttons n stood in front of her. She looked here n there n he eyed his button. With tentative fingers she closed his buttons with utmost difficulty n he handed her the dubbata. They came out, a long line gave them disgusted looks, Maan didn't mind, he was just too happy where as Geet's face turned red like a tomato.
After coming back to Jia n Geet, with a pained voice asked for forgiveness for her childish n rude behavior. Jia being the sweetheart she was didn't even know why her mommy was saying sorry, she was just worried if Geet was angry. So, after both of them getting through with their guilt, they billed for all the dresses Jia had selected for herself.
They wandered around the mall, purchasing several toys n dolls then went to the gaming section on the fourth floor. All this time Geet seemed like she wasn't blessed with a tongue. She answered in umm, hmms n her eyes were permanently glued to the floor. Not demoralized by her not-so-upbeat behavior Maan felt unusually elated. His eyes every now and then halted over Geet of which she was very aware. He was practically touching her over with that intense, burning gaze of his.
Not again Jia. Maan almost whined like a baby when Jia pointed at another toy shop.
But Daddy that bunny is so muteee.
Still on the fourth floor they were standing before a pillar. The pillar had a mirror fixed along its length. Daddy n his princess were engaged in their debate and Geet took a second to fearfully observe her reflection in the mirror. Her face had a constant blush n eyes were sparkling, surely the after affects of what happened earlier in the trial room. Why it always happened that whenever she tried to move away, shun his thoughts something occurred getting his thoughts back to her mind with double the intensity.
Busy in the contemplation of her hard luck, she saw a little spot of red light for just a second on Jia who was in Maan's arms. Then it went away. Again the red spot came back in focus this time over Maan's forehead. She furrowed her brow in confusion as she saw the pointed beam shifting in between Jia n Maan through the Mirror. They both were indulged too deep in their argument n so didn't saw it n the guards also didn't noticed as the little beam of light faded n came back a number of times in mere few second. She turned around taking a few steps further. Squinting her eyes she tried to find the source of the mystic red spot through the far off giant glass walls of the mall on the opposite end.
Like a thunderclap she caught the source of the beam from the building roof across the mall n turned back to Maan n Jia in haste. Then everything appeared to happen in hazy, fast forward.
PRECAP- Geet in hospital 😭
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