MG FF- ABHI NAHIN AANA THREAD #2 - Page 29

His eyes fell on the invitation card Arjun had left. He was definitely over thinking about it... thats it! he needed to refresh himself. He had been working like hell over the two years...he definitely needed a break to just forget all these and concentrate on his work!

He just hated the outcome now... he was totally disturbed the whole day! Ohh god... this was just too much of a shocker for him. No wonder he had been with so many women but he had never even given them a second look, forget dreaming. They threw themselves at him and here he was ready to... he hated to even think on those lines. Maan Singh Khurana being desperate for some girl was out of imagination...but Geet!!! neither could he concentrate on his work nor could he forget about her at all. He didn't know what was wrong with him that day... he had never ever thought of someone like this...she was someone so distant yet so desirous. He hit his head again to have gone with the flow. He was definitely overdoing it now. He thought may be a good rest might help him out and thus, headed back home.

Geet walked in very tired and sleepy. The entire mansion was silent.. it was going to be 11 now and Nisha had called her thrice already. But then Nisha knew Geet well and left her to do her work. Geet dumped her bag on her bed, taking out the invitation card again and checking out the details. Did she even want to go? Maan would be there too. She looked at the card very carefully again and then didn't know what happened with her, she made her mind to go. She was Geet Handa after all... and every single of her decisions were right...they were ought to be right and even in this case, there was no thinking. She did it because she wished it. she didn't even know what her heart said... probably it didn't even exist for her. she wanted to go and she will go...no stopping now. She threw the card coldly on the bed too and walked into the washroom, wrapping a towel around herself.

Ana sneaked into her room and looked around for her. she heard noises from the washroom and giggled to herself. She plonked herself on her bed and pulled the spread over herself. Two minutes later she peeped out of her spread and her eyes fell on something shiny on the bed. She sat up and looked at it carefully. It looked like some card. She brought it closer and read the contents that made her frown in anger.

Just then Geet came out in her towel, wiping her hair and stopped seeing Ana reading the card. She shook her head and went to her cupboard, taking out her night suit.

"when did you come here Ana?", she spoke slipping into her tank top.

"di... I hate you!"

"what happened Ana?"

"you are going to Goa and that too leaving me alone here!!! I just hate you for that!"

She looked at Geet waiting for a reaction but her face was just as expressionless as a rock. She didn't even know what she felt hearing that. how can she just remain calm when she was so mad at her? Geet went closer and sat beside her. Ana just looked away, feeling sad. It wasn't even a week since she was back and here her sister didn't even have time for her. Geet took out her laptop and logged into her e-mail id. Ana felt really bad...she wasn't even saying anything. She was mad at her and thought of going back to her room. Geet seemed too lost in her work. The moment she stepped down, she heard Geet, "who said I was going alone?"

She stopped right there and a wide smile appeared across her lips... she was taking her??? she just turned back and hugged her tightly, "ohh diii I love you so much..."

"hey can you please get off me and let me work?"

Ana knew her sister was like that...so devoid of emotions. She twisted her lips and fell back on the bed beside her.

"you know what if you keep that stone face when you get proposed, that person will really feel that you love women!!"

Geet ignored her stupid comments and concentrated on her work. Ana made faces and tried to get her attention but Geet was Geet. though she was happy that she met maan after a long time but she still couldn't forget her ego being crushed like that. she didn't get the deal whereas he came out of nowhere and frisked it away like that. she hated that...she hated him for doing that but then she didn't hate him too. What a paradox!!! She hates him... okay that was professional but she liked him personally. She stopped and thought for a while...she liked him?? did she really? She was a very practical and ambitious young woman. She liked him... and there was nothing more to it but she hated him as much for not playing fair and square.

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He checked his phone for one last time before switching it off. No ways he could go and speak to her. his ego was again at stake... how could he just... arrghh he never thought twice before getting a girl to his bed but there was this stupid protective instinct for her that he was feeling so...so... restless just because of that stupid dream. He still hadn't been able to forget the dream... the more he tried to forget...the more felt the urge to feel her closely... just like their kiss in Paris. he concentrated on the announcement by the flight attendant to divert himself. He just couldn't believe he was going to Goa one day earlier than scheduled. Marriage was on 15^th and here he was going on 11^th itself. He seriously needed a break and definitely something new to focus on.

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days in Goa was definitely a bliss for him. the beaches and the marriage functions were quite refreshing. He was glad that he came here. He met up with his old friends and Arjun and of course Myra. He rolled his eyes... she was one of the guests but then somewhere he was glad that she was there. At least he didn't think of her in order to escape from Myra. He felt her stupid to still have been chasing him with that 'I love you' tag on her face... gosh people can be such dogs.

It was around 8 in the morning and he sat on the private beach, booked for the guests. There were still so many girls throwing themselves at him. though he didn't car but he felt relieved to have once got back to his old routine. He put on his sunglasses and lied back on his chair, feeling the warm sun kiss his bare body. He was just in his shorts and he could hear girls sighing and drooling over him. the wind was still a little cold. The guys played beach volley..even some girls joined him.

"heyy maan.. join us yaar...", he heard Arjun call for him. he lifted his glasses and looked at him. they starting another match, "you guys carry on...", he pulled his glasses back on and closed his eyes. This was calm..all so calm. The guys and girls screamed and hooted as they played. He could hear them clearly and the waves washing over the shore. He liked being near the water and decided to stay near it too. He observed the different sounds coming from everywhere and then there was this shout that caught his attention, "hey Ana... come fast..."

Ana... he had heard it. Ana...umm umm he was reminded of Antara from his London office...her friends called her Ana. He smiled... she was a very sweet girl.

"coming... just wait for me..."

His ears shot up... he had heard this voice.. Antara Handa?? Here? And then suddenly everything went silent. There were a few whistles from the guys, he could guess but then his curiosity with the advent of Ana took over. He took off his glasses and looked at everyone. They were looking at the water. He wondered what was wrong and then took the risk of looking where they did. He couldn't even believe his own eyes at what he saw... she came out of the water like a white goddess with that sparkling skin, wiping the waters from her face in a two piece black swim suit, looking extremely sexy. He knew it was her... he could identify her anywhere possible and of course she had that magic wand in her hands to make every head turn towards her.

He just kept on gaping at her... as she slowly came out of the water and smiled at him. reality struck... what the hell was she doing here? He didn't know whether to curse his luck or be thankful? He was so happy to see her... so glad to have found her yet the very person he was running away was right in front of him. he will definitely go mad!!! It was so unconscious of him to stand up and extend his hand to her. he could so well make out each of her features... those beautiful curves, curvaceous body, smooth expanse of her skin... slender legs and that beautiful face... he felt short of breath and realized he had actually stopped breathing at all. He took a deep breath in and looked at the guys who were gaping at her wide eyed.

"hey hotshot...", she smiled as she reached closer, holding his hand. He felt himself being electrocuted... she was definitely going to die because of her. though he loved his name from her lips so much, he had missed that 'hotshot' part as well. his hand slid across her bare waist, pulling her closer, "how come you are here?"

"umm..umm...", she pretended to think, biting her lips, "well Arjun invited me."

Before he could say anything, jazz came running and hugged her, "heyyy Geet.. hume tho laga tha ki tum aaogi hi nahin..."

[hey Geet..we thought you'd never come...]

"umm I wasn't sure myself as well...", she spoke, eyeing maan. He twitched his brows on her. she smiled and walked down with jazz to the others. He watched her retreating figure and gulped down hard. This was getting difficult right now. He couldn't just let those guys drool on her like that.

"Geet...", he called out, not being able to bear the fact. Like he had felt that protective instinct for her, he'd never let those guys look at her in any wrong way. She turned haring him, "yes maan..."

His heart skipped a beat while he threw a sarong at her, "better come back soon and take rest..."

She saw that intensity of his look... clearly understanding what he meant. She definitely loved this side of his. She knew he didn't want her to go in those skimpy clothes and She knew what men thought of her. she wrapped the sarong round her waist, covering most part of the body and turned back to face him. he wasn't there... rather he had walked back to their resort. She smiled at his concern... probably the first time someone had urged her to wear something rather than taking them off. She felt happy... and something different that she never knew. She didn't even know how small things matter in life but she was feeling happy about them.

It was afternoon and everyone was having a gala time at lunch. The bride and the groom side were teasing each other, having fun. Everyone joined them along with arjun and jazz. Maan stood at a corner watching them, enjoying himself. He looked around for her... but she was probably in her room. He felt a little restless... he so much wanted to see her. he looked at the people around and then at arjun who seemed busy in gaping at someone. He saw jazz beside him and they both stood together holding each other...then who was it that arjun was gaping at? And jazz hadn't even noticed yet. He looked at the same direction as arjun and hated the feel of it. Geet was coming down the stairs, wearing shorts and a fitting white top, speaking over the phone. Indeed she looked pretty but he hated the way arjun was looking at her. he just hated the whole feel of it. his blood boiled seeing arjun move a little bit aside to get a clear view of her.

She was at the last step when she felt a strong grip around her arm and pull her to another side of the hall. The phone fell off her hands... she had never experienced something this strong. Well no one bossed over her... she bossed over others. She pulled her hand away getting irritated and snapped, "hey whats wrong with you?"

He glared at her... so intense that she almost felt she lost her voice.

"koi dhang ke kapde nahin hain kya tumhare paas?", he screamed at her.

[don't you have anything decent to wear?]

He stopped instantly.. ohh god what was wrong with him? it was not her fault for wearing that she liked... it was that stupid arjun's fault... disgusting bas****. He left her hands and walked off from there... ohh he was definitely going mad. She stood there for a while, wondering what was wrong with him and then she was reminded of the morning incident and related it to the current one. He was getting jealous... she somewhere felt victorious.. god knows for what but she was loving the whole feel of it. she didn't bother to change, rather walked into the hall, looking for him. she had always done whatever she liked... and this was something so different. It was oddly nice and she felt so pampered.

Maan walked back and stood near the balcony. He called Adi to know about office, trying to calm himself down. He spoke to him for a while and finally felt better. Work can always distract him. he checked his ipad for some mails as he walked down the corridor when he collided with someone and heard the breaking of glass. He instantly looked up to see who it was and down at the shattered pieces of glass.

"ohh am sorry... I didn't...", Ana apologised immediately. She was looking up at the decorations, holding the glass when she collided with someone. And there she stopped, realizing who it was!!!

Her eyes widened seeing Maan Singh Khurana right in front of her!!! ohh god he looked more handsome now... much more than what she had seen in London.

"sir... you here?", she asked, amused.

It was not in him to say sorry but it did take him time to recognise that face.

"antara handa... right???"

She was so glad that he remembered her. ohh she was in 7th heaven. She had become of his fans.

"yep... its surprising to see you here!", she added honestly.

"feelings mutual antara...", he smiled.

"ohh I came here with my sister... Geet handa..I guess you know her right!"

That was it. he was confirmed. She was Geet's sister. But there was a stark difference between the duo. They didn't even seem sisters nature wise.

"umm.. good to see you here..."

"you..are not joining us for lunch?"

"umm.. no I have some matters to look into. You guys carry on..."

He turned to leave but then stopped and looked at her, "yeah Sorry... you got your dress dirtied because of me..."

He walked away, leaving a lost Ana. It was then she realized the juice had spilled over her dress... ohh she was definitely so much in awe with this man. He was too good... haiyeee she went back to her room, feeling all so dreamy like a fairytale and fell on her bed. People said he was chivalric.. indeed he was. She was too happy to have met him here.

The whole day Geet looked for him but he wasn't even around. She didn't even know his room number. Why was he even mad? She thought and unable to find any answer she just let it go. She wasn't someone who'd go after every other person. She enjoyed with her friends with drinks and gossips..something she had missed from quite a long time. They sat in the lounge and chatted. She stirred her drink before sipping in.

"you looked hot babe..", Rahul commented.

"thanks... I missed this flirt rahul these days..", she was totally sarcastic about it. arjun joined them after a while and took a seat beside jazz, though not taking his eyes off Geet. Ana had made new friends and was busy with them. she never interfered in Geet's life...and so did Geet. that was what made them really close.

"so..', Arjun looked at Geet, "when are you agreeing to sell the resort to us Geet?"

Her ears shot up hearing it. she took out a cigarette and placed it between her lips, lighting it. she took in a puff and let the smoke fill the air, mingling with others who smoked too.

"I am not selling the resort Arjun..forget it."

"it doesn't yield much profit..then whats the point in keeping it as your liability?"

"if it doesn't yield any profit, why are you so hell bent on buying it?"

"well... I researched a bit on it...and the location around and I it perfectly fits my factory requirements..."

Geet took in another puff and cut him in between, "am not selling it Arjun.. not to you and not to anyone! Never!"

Ohh this was bad! Arjun hated it. this girl was too much of a bi***. He had been eyeing that location for a long time and his father had formally spoken to Mohinder about it..but Geet had refused then...and she is refusing now as well. as arjun had started building his factory in the land just adjacent to the resort, it was creating problems for both the teams. And since then they had been after the resort..but Geet was one stubborn girl. She'd hear none. Thousands of memories had been etched in each brick of the resort and though it was personal, she never showed it in the front.

"think again Geet... its not going help you in the long run..."

"thanks for the warning. I must leave. I have to get ready for the function."

She walked away leaving an irritated arjun. That evening saw the glitterati flocking the resort for parties held in the honour of the brides and the groom side. She had looked around for him for such a long time yet he wasn't visible. She didn't even have his number now. She sat in front of the mirror, wearing her earrings, thinking about him. come to think of it, she was here because he was here... she wanted to meet him... and then his anger.. and the protectiveness she felt... she just couldn't ignore. He looked angry... he was indeed angry and she really wanted to see him badly... though the reasons were unknown to her own self.

Ana came out wearing a beautiful lehenga with matching bangles and necklace. She looked at Geet and screamed in horror, "diii... kya pehena hain aapne?"

[di..what have you worn?]

Geet looked at her and herself in the mirror. Umm her dress was okay... she was in a sky blue knee length evening gown. Ana hit her head and went closer to her, "ma was right.. you really don't know how to dress up except for office!"

"Ana... don't become Chachi right now. Am comfortable in these... "

"but di... its totally out of the theme..."

"I like being different Ana... just go! Your friends must be waiting."

Ana knew Geet wont listen. She sighed and ran downstairs, excited to see MSK around. She joined her new found friends, looking for MSK and others. The guests had started pouring in and there was a gossip amongst girls about MSK attending it.

Geet called up Sasha asking about the work and stuff. 30 minutes later, she went out to the balcony, wearing her stilettos. He must be there in the party... she'd speak to him then. She was eager to see him, excited like a kid.. that he might whisk her away from the crowd again. she smiled feeling the cool breeze of the sea touch her. the night was getting dark by the time and then her eyes fell on someone on the sand. She blinked her eyes a couple of times..there was no one around. She looked carefully only to find her hotshot, stand there in his tracks and a loose shirt, looking towards her. wasn't he supposed to be in the party? She checked the time.. it was already 7:30. She looked at back at him and he just walked by the water, slowly, with his hands in the pocket. She stood there for a while, watching him walk away, lost in her thoughts. And the next moment, she ran back into her room, took off her dress and jewellery, slipped into her tracks and shirt, wore her slippers and ran out, putting her phone on silent mode.

She rushed down the stairs only to hear loud music blaring out of the hall, making everyone deaf. There were laughter and probably dance too. She looked at the entrance and then walked out to the beach. The dim lights of the resort illuminated the otherwise dark place. No people were around... they were all enjoying the lavish party perhaps. She didn't even think once before going to him... she went just because she wanted to. She was panting by the time she caught up to him. running on sad was extremely exhausting. She had been for hardly 2-3 minutes but she was short of breath. She stooped soon as he saw him and walked slowly behind him. there were no one around and she could still hear the sea birds. It was a beautiful moment with the water slightly touching their feet. They walked for a few seconds in silence and she spoke up, "I am here...as you wanted!"

He stopped hearing her voice, without even looking back. He breathed in sharply and again started walking. He had still not been able to forget the looks of Arjun..they were far to disgusting...far too lustful. He was even more angered when realization struck that she was the friend of jazz that he was talking about. Geet wondered why he was this silent...especially with her. he never showed up during the lunch as well.

"won't you speak to me?", she asked. He didn't even respond. He just walked and she, behind him. she called him again...and he didn't respond. This was rubbing her on the wrong side. How dare he ignore her like that? just how dare he? She ran and stopped right in front of him, glaring at him.

He stopped, seeing her in front, glaring at him. he watched her face closely and her entire look...she wore a lose track and a grey top.

"just speak out something damn it...", she screamed at him, irritated.

He watched her curls play on her eye, with the wind. He softly leaned closer and pushed them away gently. She had never felt something so gentle ever in her life... not even at home. She closed her eyes involuntarily, feeling his touch over her... perhaps the first intimate gentle touch she had ever felt. She felt her hair being tucked by her ear but his touch still lingered over her cheeks. The waves washed over their feet yet they stood there, still, feeling each other.. seeing each other like they were seeing for the first time. They didn't know what took over them but the moment felt so special..with just both of them together.

"why did you come here Geet?", he spoke, unable to bear the burn any longer. He wanted to stay away from her... yet life was showing some other colour altogether.

"umm.. because... I wanted to see you...", she spoke out honestly. She couldn't even avert her gaze from his face... it had a myriad of emotions that she had never seen before and she didn't even know why she felt like being honest only to him. his heart was filled with something he knew not of... something so warm and so beautiful. She came because she wanted to see him... just that word from her made him skip beats.

He caressed her cheek softly, "but I didn't want to see you.. I came here because I didn't want to see you...tum bahut pareshaan karti ho mujhe..."

[you disturb me a lot...]

"but mein tho reh nahi saki na... mujhe tho aana hi pada...mujhe ab bhi aana hi pada..."

[but I couldn't stay away na... I had to come.. even now I had to come...]

He was so over whelmed with her words... she was so earnest about it.. he couldn't even stop himself from cupping her face and touching her lips with his. It was first a peck from his side... and then a few kisses here and there and she kissed him back, slowly... as if trying to match him. it was like a sweet surrender.. they didn't know what they did or why they did. They just had to do it. his one hand cradled her head, angling it correctly, while the other held her round her waist, tightly, protectively.

She kissed someone for the first time... and she knew it was like a drug. She leaned closer to him, kissing him back fiercely...desperately... like a hungry lioness getting the taste of blood for the first time and craving for more. She stilled a bit when she felt his tongue flick right on her lips, demanding an entrance. She clutched him tighter, not knowing how to proceed. He felt that restrain but he just couldn't stop... he didn't want to stop at all. She was impeccably sweet and extremely hot. He squeezed her waist tighter, making her gasp. He took in the moment and slipped his tongue right into her. she shivered with the feel of his warm tongue slide into her mouth, so swiftly, sensually... erotically. She opened her mouth wider to let him access her... she felt him touch the corners so slowly... creating ripples all over her. she moaned a bit and closed her lips over his tongue, suckling over.

A kiss so devastating, so sensual and so erotic... they had never felt. The loneliness of the beach could do nothing to part them away. The waves came and went by... leaving them all alone with the desire burning in them.