Part One
He was sitting in his wooden framed cabin which was though a little bigger in space than others in the row. His hairs were tangled due to time to time running of his fingers in there. His eyes, a bit red and swallow from sleepless nights, were darted deep on the LED screen infront while his fingers typed efficiently all the words on the keyboard. The piles of files and papers were all placed in a corner along with a rectangular photo frame having the picture of his family and beside it, stood a stationary holder.
Marking a border line in the end, he reviewed the article once again in Microsoft Word, before he saved it and e-mailed a copy of it to the editor in chief for approval.
"One more done..." He whispered, leaning back on his easy office chair and rubbed his eyes which were in pain now, with his palms. He badly needed a day off now after all the hard work he put in his work recently. Getting appointments, Collecting information, arranging your schedule according to others, penning down the information correctly was all his work to do as he always believed that all the experience and information he collects on a particular article could only be delivered by him in its best way.
"Maan" Suresh, the assistant editor's call made Maan look up. He started to raise up when Suresh patted his shoulder.
"Take it easy...No need for formality right now..." Maan just gave a weak smile in return of his kind gesture.
"Are you done with the article of Neeta Lula?"
"Yes Sir...just finished it" Maan replied.
"Good good..."Suresh smiled down at the young man. The shine of satisfaction in his eyes, his efforts to put on the best in his work, always make Suresh love him more than his other sub-ordinates.
"Now please go home and take rest tomorrow before your new assignment. By the way, have you get in touch with Geet Handa?"
Maan released an exasperate breath.
"I am trying Sir. But her secretary is completely refusing to let me talk to her directly...According to her, She doesn't allow any personal interviews with herself"
"That's what making people more interested in her personal life. You know people want to know, what is hard to know. Though sometimes I feel bad for these celebrities. Everyone has a right to have privacy...But we as media, has to do our duty to let people know what they want to know"
"I know Sir..." Maan truly agreed with him.
"Anyways, Now you please go home and take some rest...If any editing will be needed in this current article, I will ask Natasha to handle it" Maan did a dancing jump inside but kept his face solemn to show his innocence.
As Suresh left, Maan quickly put almost threw all his things in his briefcase and turned towards exit. On the way, he got to look at Natasha who was looking daggers at him. Seems like, Suresh informed her of the duties, she need to handle on behalf of Maan.
"I will get back to you for this" She mouthed the words, without using her shrill voice.
Maan just wink her way and left.
Natasha and Maan has started there carrier at the same time and were working on a same post in the hottest fashion mag, Freeze, when a promotion announcement was made in the company which could either be given to Maan or Natasha of being ranked as senior journalist. Though Natasha do have a huge list of articles to show her capability, Maan had interviews of some rare people who don't let journalists get inside their life much. But he did. He had the ability and charms to make everyone feel so happy and connected, so comfortable that after a meeting, they couldn't say NO. And that quality of his proved so worth full for the company that in the end, he was promoted leaving Natasha to fume. But the biggest problem with him was that he knew his capabilities. He knew how intimidated he could prove out to be and he use them in the best of his abilities to get all the information, that he needs.
Throwing the bag carelessly on the passenger seat, he looked in the side mirror and grin. Half of his tiredness was gone seeing that fuming face of Nats but still, his body ache for relaxation and he will just do that tonight before getting all focused on his next project, i.e Miss. Geet Handa.
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One week later:
Geet woke up in the silence of her room. Stretching her arms out, she loosen up her body before she looked out from the window on to the cloudy sky. Indeed a great morning it was. Cool breeze was blowing along with the mist smell of damp soil due to the rain last night that always intoxicate her. She so wanted to have a bed tea right now while enjoying the view, but damn.
"I shouldn't have asked the whole staff to go away...atleast I should have keep Gauri" She mumbled mentioning her cook. But nothing can be done now. The whole staff willnt be back by next week so she has to do everything by herself.
After taking a warm bath, she wrapped her hairs into the towel and wearing her casual full sleeved sweats and trouser, she went towards the kitchen of her two bedroom apartment. The sink was so unusually filled with used dishes and glasses. All thanks to her laziness. Her maid used to make sure its clean and tiy all through. The bin was overflowing with the garbage of the take-out and home delivered food, she survived on in last few days. She got a smirk as an old memory come in her mind.
"Geet...you are such a lazy bum...how will you manage your house without servants after your marriage" She laughed remembering how her Maasi Loveleen got all hyper seeing a chocolate wrapper laying down on the floor and two uncleaned dishes in the sink a day. Those days.
She took a deep breath and a lazy smile graced her pale lips.
But then, seeing this state of her house, Maasi must have got a mild attack.
Geet giggled at the thought.
"Let's make Maasi a little proud of her education" She rolled up her shirt sleeves and get on to clean the dishes. After being done with it, she cleaned the shelves, did a little dusting around the living room, made her bed, put her wet towel on the drying stand and after putting all the garbage in two plastic bags, she covered her face with a stole before she get out with them. She looked around in the corridor and on finding no one there, she went towards the garbage room to throw it. She came back to her apartment without knowing that that a pair of eyes was watching her every move.
It was around evening now and she was getting irritated with her house arrest self. Tonight she wanted to go and enjoy with her friends. Her college friends who love her. Not as Geet Handa, the SUPERSTAR, but Geet or preferably Geet, who is a normal average girl with dreams of a happy life. Who has her set of problems and doesn't put a mask of fakeness every time. Who is naughty at times but still lovable, not someone to have crush on as a celeb.
She jumped on her bed to get hold of her mobile and lay down with a THUMP on her bed. Scrolling through her list, she dialed Nandini's no who was one of her closest friend from college.Nandini pick up her call on the second ring.
"Geet..." Geet giggled hearing Nandini's excited voice...
"How dare you no calling anyone of us in last two months?...You know how hell worried we were to think that maybe we lost our friend in the lime light of this industry... Only newspaper was a way of information for us about your whereabouts" She complained, just her way. The UNSTOPPABLE WAY.
"You know there is no way I will ever leave you guys Nandini...You are the only one's who keeping me sane in this insane lime light world of mine"
"Newaz...How are you? You are free?" Nandini asked quickly
"Yes...thats why I called...I am free, and alone and bored...lets hang out..." Geet twisted a strand of her hair in her hands as she spoke.
"One minute..." Nandini excused and Geet guessed that she is talking to someone before she get back to the phone.
"Yes...Dev told me that there is a new club opening tonight...we were already planning to go there this week...lets hit it tonight itself" Geet quickly agreed hearing the excitement in her friends voice
"Great, but tonight theme will be black...so do try to wear something sexy and stylish" Nandini continued and Geet could clearly imagine the excited wink she would have given saying this that made her giggle.
"For sure...see you tonight then...can't wait to meet you all...Pick me up on your way"
The friends wished eachother bye and Geet get on to plan her looks for tonight. The idea to meet her friends surly kept her busy all till evening.
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Maan rubbed his eyes and again get back to his work of staring at the main door of the club, Geet Handa disappeared in few hours back. He remembered how different she looked when she left her building with her friends. He almost couldn't recognized her till her friend called out her name in excitement. The Black dress she wore was hugging her like a second skin. Her legs were bare and clean adding with the black stiletto heels which were a perfect git. Her hairs were open and were falling on her shoulders like a waterfall. Her eyes still had that line of kajal that always make them look big and bright and her lips were still covered with a gloss but other than that, she was natural. Not a single hint of make-up was applied on her face.
Gorgeous.
His mind shouted out loud. She was just perfectly defining this word. But it wasn't his mind that surprised him. It was used to think about Gorgeous girls. It was his heart that took him with a shock as it was pleading to get this look of her once again and wanted to keep it captured in his eyes forever. It can't seem to get enough of her.
He was following her and right now his work seemed to be more of a detective than a journalist. When first his boss suggested it, he simply laughed at this idea but then later on he knew, it is what he can do right now. The more determined she was to not give him an interview about her personal life, the more intriguing he felt. He rented an apartment on the above floor of her building so he could keep an eye on her. He would wait outside in the parking or in her corridor for her all day to get a hint of her personal life. That's all he could do till she either notice him and push him away or give up her stubbornness and give him an interview.
He pondered over his thoughts for a few more minutes discussing his own state when she emerged with her friends. They were laughing like anything and in between were looking behind at something. Few hi-fived, few giggled, few put hands around other shoulders. There state telling him that they had put a prank on someone or may be, more than one.
She is naughty too.
He made this point in his mind before he saw her getting into the jeep of his friends and getting away. He looked in the rear-view mirror to take out his car when he noticed it.
The smile.
He was smiling unknown to himself. The smile was pure, hearty and sweet. A smile from his heart.
And then her giggling face flashed infront of his eyes that made his smile more bright that even his secured dimpled got visible.
"You are gone Maan...Hold up yourself man" He mentally shook himself before he took out his car and followed her.
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Next: Maan-Geet Face-To-Face...
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Edited by ..oneOone.. - 11 years ago
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