MG FF My Perfect! Suitor Thread 5 - Page 54

She clutched the arm of the chair nervously when he walked towards her...The manner in which he looked at her was more than enough to paralyse her heart... Placing his hand on hers, he leaned closer...She quivered when his forehead touched her temple & his breaths made sensual patterns on her cheeks...then he trailed down to her neck & shoulders...where his lips did rest of the job...

"Why...Why did you...bring me here...?I am...I am not your secretary...that you...that you carry me everywhere..."

She squirmed, not in her senses...His hand went round her waist to make her steady...then he trailed his nose upwards to her face...She shunned breathing when his lips touched the side of hers...!

"Secretary nahi ho, par girlfriend toh ho."

The depth of his voice almost fainted her!

"Room Service!" there was a knock on the door from outside. Maan parted from her.

The last memory that Geet could recollect of the previous night was that she didn't bother to change into her night dress & had fallen asleep resting her head on the study desk itself after writing some words in her diary.

And now she was in Shimla...They had checked into a hotel where Maan had booked two separate rooms for both of them. She had already freshened up & wore a pair of casual black jeans & sandy brown top with a jacket while he wore a dark blue shirt with first two buttons left open & jeans. Currently, they were having their private breakfast in the balcony of Maan's room.

They sat opposite each other & he just gazed at her while she fidgeted with the spoon with downcast eyes.The sun shone brightly in the sky & the weather was extremely pleasant with the view of vast stretches of beautiful snow-capped mountains also having green foliage. The soothing cool breeze around them played with her curls making her look even more divine...

"Babaji...yeh mujhe...yeh mujhe aise hi dekhte rahenge...toh main kaise..." she cribbed inwardly trying to control her rising beats.

"Generally when you are angry, your nose turns red but now why are your cheeks red & pink?"

He asked mischievously leaning across the table to her.

"Woh'Woh because...because my handkerchief is pink na so it's color might have come on my face while wiping...! "

He smirked. Geet bit her lips at her answer & he concluded that it was the best weekend plan to spend quality time with his Mishty.

"I...I don't... want to come...for sight-seeing... with you..."

said Geet after breakfast. He stepped closer to her from behind & whispered,

"If that's what you intend, I don't in the least mind carrying you in my arms & taking you with me."

Before she could react, he had already scooped her in his arms. She shireked & her eyes turned dreamy when they met his dark intent ones...Her reverie broke when he prepared to walk.

"No...No No...aise nahi...I will come with you...par aise nahi...aap jahan bologe main aapke saath chalne ke liye ready hoon...sachchi...You can take me anywhere...please mujhe niche utariye!"

Her choked voice managed to say even though her mind was dazed & cheeks turned a shade redder. He landed her on the ground with a passionate smile while her eyes turned downcast yet again.

First they went for skiing. For that, they had to get into heavy suits, mufflers & boots. It proved to be very difficult to walk on the snow wearing them, especially for Geet. And let's face it! Apart from Geet, even Maan didn't know how to ski properly! So when she was admiring another guy who skied expertly, Maan's face puffed in anger. He tried to ski but slipped everytime! Geet wanted to giggle seeing his state but dared not seeing him glaring at her! Even she slipped many times while skiing. And once, she fell on Maan & both fell back on the snow with her over him.

"You have put on a lot of weight.I don't think I can carry you in my arms anymore!" he said roguishly referring to the heaviness of her suit.

Geet frowned & tried to get off him but in the process fell back on the snow next to him.

"Yeh kabhi nahi sudharne wale!!!...His days go incomplete without teasing me once...!!! He does whatever he wishes, meri toh koi sunta hi nahi hai na...!"

She just went on muttering. Maan got so irritated that he leaned over her...

"Stop talking to yourself & talk to me!!"

"Mujhe aapse baat nahi karni because main aapni favourite hoon!!!" she looked away!

He leaned all the more close & whispered huskily, "Tum meri bhi favourite ho Mishty."

That diluted her frown & she struggled to not allow blush to invade her cheeks!

After skiing, they discarded the suits & went for adventure sports like river-crossing & even horse-riding. Maan was always into mischief which made Geet frown a lot but when he sat behind her on the horse-back, her heart beats galloped faster than the horse itself...!

They visited some more places till afternoon & after lunch when Maan wanted to go to a private place with her but Geet was quick to foil his plan by wanting to visit the museum instead.

It was almost evening when they returned back to the hotel. There was a lush green area full of tall trees & flowers in the back yard. Maan took her there. It was a serene place with no one around, only the sound of birds could be heard.

"Why did you bring me here? I am tired." she strained her vocals to get that firm.

She prepared to leave but he grabbed her by the waist & yanked her closer. Her hand landed on his biceps & his dense eyes bore into hers...

"I was getting bored in the museum & you didn't even look at me once."

She shrieked hearing his hostile voice...He dipped his head in the hollow of her neck & kissed her with fervor. Her nerves felt numb & she was hyperventilating as he continued kissing her. She managed to wriggle out but he pulled her back to him & her back clashed against his torso. Her cheeks flushed when he bit her earlobe & dropped kisses on her shoulders...He was drowned in her...

"Ma-an koi...koi aa jayega..."

"Mujhse... naaraz toh nahi... ho na Mishty?" he uttered between kisses. No! She was not! She can never be angry with him for so long. That was & will be the reality of her life.

Maan then pinned her to one of the trees & stared at her intensely. The air blew light around & the ruffling of the leaves could be heard. Her eyes were downcast & cheeks crimson...There was a red rose in his hand which he slowly trailed from her temple to her chin...She quivered when he sensually brushed the rose across her lips...She took the flower from him with it touched her chest...His eyes were drugged with love. He kissed her forehead...her eyes...her nose...her cheeks...Her chest continued to heave up & down...He cupped her face to make look at him, straight in his eyes...She felt weak in her knees...

"Geet..." He voice was solemn, "I tried both vodka & whisky but it didn't help. So you have to make me yours. You have become a habit. I am addicted to you since I first saw you. I don't regret for any of my pranks because they always bring me closer to you as I can't imagine a day without you around me but yes genuinely hurting you was never a part of my mischief. You have easily bribed my mind to always think about you & my heart beats for you before it beats for me. My life needs you every moment. And yes I can't promise I won't play pranks on you in future but I do know one thing that I really love you."

She just kept looking at him. All her senses were numb as his words seeped in her soul. He had never talked to her like that. There was no rougishness in his eyes but earnest confession of love.

"He loves me..." the words echoed in her entire being & she cursed herself for doubting him.

Her eyes turned downcast not able to take his passionate gazes any more. A very shy smile graced her lips & Maan saw that...He placed his forehead on hers...

"Mishty, say yes because after that I have to think of a master prank...I mean plan to manaofy Daarji as well."

The way he said that made her feel like she would burst with blushes. She ran from there with her paralyzed legs...He smiled quirkily...

Geet ran straight into her room & closed the room behind her. She was breathing very heavily as if her lungs just got to know the art of breathing. His words drummed in her ears & her heart turned violent...

"Babaji...main Maan se...main Maan se kaise kahoon ki...ki main unse pyaar karti hoon...I will never be able to say that to him...unke saamne toh meri bolti hi baandh ho jaati hai...toh main kaise..." her cheeks were red & she was in a dilemma gazing at the red rose in her hand...

She shrieked when she heard a knock on the door & she very well knew who it was...

"Mishty, I forgot to tell that one of my clients is hosting a party in the hotel ballroom after an hour. And we are attending it."

"W-Woh'mujhe nahi aana...aap chale jaaiye." She bit her tongue & closed her eyes tight.

Maan smirked hearing her shaky voice, sensing her condition. He leaned closer to the door & hummed huskily.

"Chann se jo tute koi sapna, jag suna suna lage, koi rahe na jab aapna!"

She bit her lips when she heard his fading steps...

All heads turned as Maan Singh Khurana entered the ballroom. He had worn a black suit & was looking sophisticated & killer as always. His persona was such that made women crave for his attention. Simi was one of the invitees present in the party...Maan shook hands with his business associates occasionally glancing at the entrance for Mishty to arrive but she didn't come...

The couple dance had already began. Maan sat near the table of cocktail ,sipping whisky. Just then Simi approached him. She was wearing a black shimmering gown which shamelessly revealed her cleavage. Maan didn't even look at her.

"Maan" her voice was seductive, "You & I both know you want me so why are you faking?"

He snapped her hand away when she sensually wanted to place it on his shoulders.

"Three magical words. Get. Lost. Forever." His voice was extremely gruff.

And just then he saw Mishty entering the ballroom. And that was it for him. Her divine beauty & innocence was more than enough to intoxicate Maan...She had worn a pink one-shoulder gown which fitted in perfect places & the neckline had black beads. Long silver ear-rings were seen partly veiled by her soft & silky hair. And her feet wore heels. Clearly she was the most beautiful girl in the ballroom...

Simi & Geet were shocked to see each other face to face. Geet gave a stern look at Maan seeing him with chudail. He smirked & walked up to her.

"Chalo achcha hai, the heels that you have worn didn't make you taller than me."

Seeing him smile quirkily made Geet lose all her confidence which she had donned with greatest difficulty.

Simi was left fuming when she saw Maan stretching his hand to Geet for a dance. Geet readily accepted , held by his captivating gaze. A soft sensual song played in the background & the lights were already dimmed.

He pulled her to him & the manner in which he looked at her made Geet realize he was drunk a bit. She shivered when his hand went round her waist pulling her more closer & her hands rested on his shoulders...His eyes were drugged with passion. He twirled her around, trailing his fingers seductively up her arms to her shoulders'.where he placed a kiss which titillated her...She shrieked when he turned her around to face him once more & their eyes were locked. His stares made her feel so special as if she was one only remaining in this world who mattered the most to him...There was a strong yearning for her reflecting in his dense eyes...He shook her more close...She was so lost in him that her fingers moved automatically to touch his face...He brought his lips closer to hers...& she knew their intentions...Maan was startled when she backed out & left the ballroom in a hurry...!

Simi stopped him when he was about to follow his Mishty. He as always snapped her hand away.

"You are leaving me & going after her!! I have everything that she doesn't has!!!"

"If you claim to be a super model, then make it crystal clear in your brain that Geet is the heroine of my life!!!!!" his voice was rough with passion.

Maan left the ballroom.

Geet was alone in the balcony. The night view of Shimla was indeed very picturesque with gleaming lights popping out from every household on the mountains. The pleasant breeze did nothing to aid her vibrating heart & fluttering nerves. She was full red.

"N-Nahi...I can't kiss him...par I shouldn't have come out that way...woh kya sochege...agar Maan naraaz ho gaye toh...!" she was scared.

"Geet!!!!!!"

She was terrified to the core hearing his high pitched voice. She turned around & saw Maan at a distance. He was hurt & his lava eyes proved that...

"So you still hold the belief that I 'm using you for my fun & entertainment?!!!"

She tried to say no but he didn't listen.

"Fine!! Forget whatever I said. And I'm sorry to have entered your life. You won't be troubled anymore."

She felt her world turning into ashes when he turned his back prepared to leave...

"N-No Ma-an...Wait!!!!!!!"

She ran to him & hugged him tightly from behind. Her firm grip startled him.

"I am sorry...mujhe aapse koi shikayat nahi...mujhe aapse kabhi shikayat thi hi nahi...You are mine...you can't leave your Mishty alone...samjhe aap?!!"

Tears formed in her eyes. Maan smirked in pure happiness. He turned around & their eyes met.Her cheeks turned red & her eyes turned downcast.

And the very next moment, he smashed his lips on hers but only after locking the balcony door...