PART 7
PAST CONTINUED
(note.. blue is for maans dialogue red for Geets
the italic font is for their respective mind talk like self talk .. hope it is clear
Yes geet is maans pari😉)
She shook her head.. no ways she is not looking at him.. she decides & right when she looks up at him, he looks at her. She immediately look down. She bit her tongue.. she knew he saw her watching him. Babaji!!
Christy gave her a little wrist band as a gift for Diwali. This was cute tradition they followed. Christy gifted her for Diwali & she would get something for X-mass for her. They have been frds since 2nd grade almost 9yrs now.
Geet squealed & hugged her. "U made it. Wow this is so pretty"
christy "I even used ur fav colors"
geet "I loved it"
christy "let me help u get off this dress"
geet "I need to take a leak first"
she runs to the bathroom.
She lifts the whole gown & get herself light. She causally pulls her dress down & walks to the sink. She sighs & leans over the wash basin to wash her hand. She decides, might as well wash the make up. She splashes the water on her face & again & again.. until she feels all the makeup.. comes of. When she looks up in the mirror she sees him.
All mighty MK leaning up against the wall. Babaji he surely wants me dead!!.. she almost screamed freaking out.
He had that cute smile plastered on his face.
maan "Hum phelen kyun nahi milen"
he thinks.. bit louder though. Well thats what he wanted to ask anyway.
He walked gracefully towards her.
She just ignored him totally & turns back to face the mirror. She splashes some more water to remove the eyeliner. She definitely didn't want to look at him face to face right now. This whole feel was weird. How it felt was also she can't explain. Herself alone with the MK, the arrogant jerk in the washroom, trust me.. this what every girl would dream off & she didn't want to be among those girls & he had that reputation.. no one believe it was nothing. She refused to be part of any such fantasy.
Geet "To think about it.. umm.. actually I don't know, or maybe because I am not that brainless girls ur used to, or may be because I am not the girl who fantasize about u all the time, or maybe simply because I don't want to have sex with u"
oh boy she was mad really mad.
All the time she glared at him looking at mirror cleaning her make up. What irritated her the most was, he still chuckled.
ok.. that was it. She was not going to talk to him a word more or even look at him. She had never seen anyone as shameless as him. She made up her mind to just forget this ever happened. She was wipping her face & just leaving & just then all of a sudden he was right behind her..covering the little space he had maintained before, his hands resting to her hands that were on her side. His hot breath fanning the back of her neck. She so didn't want to feel that something running down her spine.
Well that was inevitable she was a teeneager never been so close to a guy in 16yrs of her life.. mean this way.. that too a hot .. she gulped.. really hot guy !! the thought itself was giving her goose bumps.. alone in the washroom..this close.. babaji.. is all she wanted to scream.
Maan "main ne tumhe dehka "
she looked up at his reflection in the mirror
"mujhe dehkte huin"
oh .. he whispered it so softly leaning closer to her neck.
She froze.. it felt like he was about to kiss her, but he just lets his lips scarcely gaze her skin making it long.
Her eyes trembled not able to meet his "main ne nahi dehka, aap dehk rahin the mujhe" she accused
she was supposed to sound firm but it comes out merely as a whimpers when his fingers trail up her arm then to her waist, how was she supposed to sound anyway.
She could feel his hand cold even over her satin fairy dress. His hand gracefully wrap around her body making her nerves freak.
"tum kitni masoom ho" he again whispers close to her ears
she almost was about to lose it but takes a deep breath getting her mind clear.
Geet "is that supposed to be compliment" she turns back to look at him.
That was not a reaction he expected
geet "whatever thanks "
she pushes pass his grip around her body & walks the door. Just before she reached to the knob she feels his fingers slip into hers & pulling her into him. She tries to wiggle off his grip. He just pushes his body harder against hers.
She got kind of conscious with the feel that ran through her right now. It was wired, she was actually feeling turned on. Even though she never wanted to be the girls who throws themselves at him, but right now she couldn't help it. Come on this guy is so handsome. This was all new to her & this whole thing began to freak her out as his hard body against her was walking them over so they could be pushed against the wall.
He tucks her closer "mujhe tumara yeh jhoota gusa pasand hain"
he smirks making his hand slide up her thigh to her curved back. His fingers comfortably rests cupping her back.
She jerks his hand at once & looks away "get to reality Maan, there is nothing jhoota here"
he could kill to hear his name on those lips.
He fakes a pout "that was so comfortable there"
his eyes look at her lips & then to meet hers.
What ever was happening was so dam confusing to geet. Common this is the MK. What the hell is he doing flirting with her. She knows she is not his type of girl at the first place, not even his age. To think about it he doesn't have any type as such. He just can't spend his night alone. All he needs is some one to.. she didn't even want to go there. If thats what he is trying with her.. better not. She is not going to let him play with her, how ever hot he may be.
She rolls her eyes pushing, imitating his pout
"I guess ur fingers could get lot more comfortable place"
she instantly bite her tongue the way it came out & his eyes had that nasty glint. That typical devilish types.
His long fingers glide softly over her waist drawing a pattern down to ..
she can't believe she felt a gush of something down their.. right now.
she holds his hand right their.. "STOP" she struggles
"mera matlab yeh nahi tha"
he makes another cute little fake pout "thats sad"
"u should think what u say to guys"
her nose was flaring in anger & embarrassment
"thats why I said ur such a massom.. "
he slowly leans to her plump lips & softly pecks them.
Her eyes flashes open in shock.
He had that grin before walking away "it would be nice"
she crossed her arms growling "what nice"
he winks just before opening the washroom door "us"
oops jhali geet was left totally shocked.. what the hell did he just say?
What us?
What is happening to her?
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muskan
Edited by muskanp - 11 years ago
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