MILAN- The Final Destination
PART- 132
Kya kar rai ho?
The deep luster of his voice got her heated n she flushed. Hayeee that blush. I wish I was there. Geet smiled. You can be here. I am not in Antarctica. Hmm. But Mrs. Khurana this time I want you to come to me. I am in KC. Jaldi aao mai wait kar raha hu. Geet looked at the watch. But Maan it's already 6. Haan toh? There are no curfews on road after 6. For your handsome, super smart, cool, sexy, every-girl's-dream husband you can't come here? Geet rolled her eyes. I am busy. She said just to piss him and practically could see him glaring through the phone and then he would have pouted, she was sure of it. Aao na jaan please. Accha baba. I will be there in half an hour. Muaaah. Tell me that you love me. Love you jaanu.She told lovingly. Love you too. Geet smiled fondly as she hung up n got ready.
Geet tilted her head to look up at the tall building which was KC. Last time when she had come here with Maan's lunch there were 7 floors, the top most had Maan's lavish office. Today there was construction going on up above, maybe Maan needed more floors as this was KC's headquarters in India and business was always expanding.
She entered the building, took lift n stepped out on 7th floor. The receptionist who sat there recognized her instantly and personally escorted her to Maan's cabin. Whole place was almost empty as office hours had finished and the remaining ones were packing to leave. The employees greeted her as she passed by them n she replied them back politely. The receptionist left once they reached Maan's cabin n Geet came in without knocking. He was talking to someone on his phone standing over the window.
Stepping quietly she wrapped her arms around him from behind. I will call you later. Maan said to whomever he was talking n cut the call. Koi apni pregnant wife ko aise office bulata hai? She complained cutely nuzzling him on the nape. Pata hai mai kitna thak gai. Maan turned around n took her in full embrace rubbing his cheek against her hairs. When you run all around the house doing this n that, tab thakaan nai hoti? She smacked him the chest. Ouch! What was that for? Haven't you heard? Wife is always right. No I haven't.Maan grinned. She smacked him again. Okay-okay. Mrs. Khurana is always right. Good.She played with his shirt button. Mujhe kyu bulaya? She raised her head from his chest n kissed under his jaw then nipped his chin, the soft movement of her teeth making Maan's blood rush. Gussy-wussy ke lie. Oh god! Maan looked down at her beautiful face, eyes sparkling, full lips decorated with pink gloss, smelling of strawberry, just an inch away. So sweet, so soft.
His Geet. Naughty, seductive, bold still holding the whole world's innocence... having it all just for him.
Will you kiss me now? Maan blinked coming back from la-la land and trying to find inside himself the thing which was called control. Geet rolled her eyes n expunged the distance between their lips. Her ultra-supple petals moved over his. Kiss started on slow but the intensity increased instantaneously n Maan was doing it. She rendered him so weak, with her simplest of touch. His manhood strained in his pants, pushing against the zipper than into her thigh as he pulled Geet up on her tip-toes to deepen the kiss. From one to another to another the kisses didn't end but flowed.
Collecting every ounce of restrain that he had Maan parted just to see her eyes closed, mouth parted, lips slick not with gloss but his n her saliva. CONTROL. Maan reminded himself looking other way, panting. Geet yeh office hai. Geet opened her hazels. Last time you made love to me, on that same table, in this same cabin. Then it was office too. She splayed her palm on his back, flatting herself more into him, leaving no space. Someone down there wants me. Her hips grinded leisurely onto his member. Maan swelled painfully, the twitching increasing, need heightening. Geet not now... She pushed him back against the wall. What not now? Ab office bulaya hai, saza toh milegi. I haven't called you for this.
Geet pushed her body away from his n puffed her cheek giving him her back. Theek hai phir mai jaa rai hu. Maan grabbed her hand n jerked her back. Jaan naraz kyu hoti ho... hume ghar pe pyaar karne ka time milega. Nai... She pouted. Ghar pe bhi aap bas kaam karte rehte ho. Kaise milega time? I am sure you love your work more than me. Maan knotted his brows. Now that was an insult. Maine kabhi raat me tumhe bina pyaar kie sone dia? Haan every second night. She pouted. That's for your benefit Geet. Toh ab mai theek hu na. End that rule. Am not taking any chances with your health and dare you ever say that I love you more than anything else.
She stared in his intense eyes, felt his hands gripping her body strongly. Mai mazak kar rai thi Maan. Mai jaanti hu aap mujhse sabseee zayada pyaar karte ho. She pecked his nose Maan smiled, little specks of anger evaporating. You trust me na? Haan Maan. You know everything I do is for your good? Hmm. I have to show you something. Kya? The thing for which I have called you here for.
He left the cabin asking her to wait n came back after a while. For some reason he was radiating excitement and a kind of nervousness. When he held her hand in his Geet instinctively knew it was something big. Maan escorted her to the conference hall n before entering Geet felt fear recoiling. There were no people occupying the seats. He made her sit in center on front row settling in the adjacent seat besides her never leaving her hand. The lights went off n projector started.
Her name in beautiful font was there on the huge screen but her heart stopped when she read what was written below it... "Music Incorporated, Pvt. Ltd.". The image changed n a logo came upon the screen with her/company's name written across it. The presentation started. One after the other images changed, videos played, words in background spoken-explaining the plans, objectives and placement of various office blocks n branch buildings all over India. Blueprints, investment and hell know what else flashed before her but she neither saw anything nor heard. She had gone numb.
An hour could have passed or may be a century. The presentation ended, lights came back. Maan stood up, looking ahead, his chest wide, face proud of what he had brought up before her. For the first time she saw the successful businessman that he was, the knowledge of it making her small. She looked down hiding her face. Maan thought she was shocked, she was bound to be. He pulled her along to the under construction floor above. Workers had left for the day. Geet glanced around at the bricks n plaster on name of walls, at naked pillar holding the weight of ceiling.
This will be your office. I had not planned it to be here. In fact I had seen land for the office across town but then I realized I want you around me. If you got busy in work I at least want you close. So I can look after you. Handling a new company in market is not easy but I will help you. And I know you can do it. Four more floors would be added to KC n this would be your base. You can plan the interiors as per your liking... funky, vivid. Another main center would be in Mumbai but you will operate from here. Geet Maan Singh Khurana, MD of Geet Music Incorporated, the new queen of music world. The company would be releasing albums of biggest of movies and would bring out new talent.
Maan turned around, his lips spread into a broad grin. He came to Geet n held her face in his palms. It was cold.
Her legs were so weak it felt like she would collapse any moment. More than that, she felt heartbroken for him... so much trust. Did she deserve it? No. Tears came out of her hazels. I won't be able to do it. His smiled faded but face eased down kind of like he expected such reaction. But he was ready to tackle it. After their talk last night his belief had only strengthened. Don't know why she thought she was a coward because to Maan she was a woman of great will. In the hardest of time she survived, guarded her dignity and kept loving him. And now he wanted to give her a goal. The bad time, Maan was going to erase. He would make everything like it would probably have been if she had not fallen in that hellhole, if her parents had been alive n if he and she had been together since the very beginning. When they grew old he wanted her to be proud of him n herself too, for what she had achieved.
That's your misconception Geet. You know music from before you knew me. It's in your every breath. You played excellent guitar at a mere age of 10, did concerts in college. All students in Columbia were your fans. Tell me how many instruments you know to play?
She looked at him like he didn't know a thing. Playing instruments, doing petty concerts has nothing to do with running a whole music company Maan. It's a company. A person not knowing music at all could do it too. I have no experience, no knowledge. For god's sake I didn't even complete my MBA. And you know I was a fool. I never studied.
What I know is it's about music. The right person with good knowledge in the field could do wonders. You are the right person jaan. Marks in examination means nothing really. You were more into the creative things. Your presentations always got A+. Only because Meera helped me. No because you loved to do it. Whatever you love Geet you do it exceptionally. You are extremely talented. Na- Don't behave like I don't understand you at all. I am a businessman. I don't invest in anything that doesn't promise profit. If it was just about making you happy I could have given you some post in KC, no big deal. Why open a f**king company? But I know my funds are fairly invested. You would take Khurana surname far ahead with this new venture. Maan wiped her face of the tears. Tumne kaha tha tumhe mujhpe vishwas hai? Mujhe hai Maan. Then isn't my trust yours? Let me prove my trust on you. Please jaan. Give me one chance.
Geet slipped her hands around him as he gathered her in for a hug. What if I failed? What if all your money went in vain? There must be loads of it that you are risking. She didn't even want to think how many Crores he was playing with, certainly hundreds. Oh god!
Nothing. We would shift to a smaller house. She looked up n found him smiling naughtily. She smacked him, crying. Maan kissed the top of her head. Even then MSK will fend for his family. Then why are you worrying? Money means nothing, your happiness is all that worth.
This is Adi. Maan introduced once they were back in his cabin. One of the best men I have. From now on he would be working with you.
Hello Ma'am.
Call me Geet.
Hehehe... Adi laughed in his trademark style.
Adi, this is Geet Maan Singh Khurana. Your new boss.
Geet smiled faintly. Tomorrow is the official announcement of Geet Incorporated to the media. There are some quickies I would like to discuss with you about that.
Not now Adi. We are leaving right now. You tell her everything tomorrow before the conference.
Adi nodded with a smile.
When they were in the car Maan tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Are you still scared? Horrified was the word for Geet. But she smiled despite the fright that filled her. When did you plan all this? Since long actually. When you came to meet me in office last time n I asked you to work. Just after that I realized KC wasn't for you. And after that I started to plan this.
That meant even before he knew she was pregnant. He was planning it all since then n didn't tell her. So that's what kept you busy at night n this was why you wouldn't tell me anything?
Maan cleared his throat. Tumhe surprise dena chahta tha na mai. Geet bit back a small smile seeing him fearing her temper. The MSK fearing his wife. You are very cute. She said moving closer n kissing his cheek. Hey don't call me cute? I would rather prefer sexy. Par mai toh cute hi kahungi. I like cute more. Maan glared then his face softened. kay, I would cut the slack for you. As if I care. Geet teased.
Aapko yaad hai Maan jab hum Ujwal Academy me the toh waha par bhi humara ek friend tha Adi? The twins Adi-Manav. Maan laughed. Haan. Of course I remember those antique pieces. Geet grinned. And Manav used to bug Meera so much. He had a crush on her. As Geet started with the tales making faces n recalling everything from their school days, Maan observed her keenly, he wished she would behave freely with everyone n not just him n Jia n little bit with his family.
Maan concluded he had done nothing wrong in choosing Adi. He was a good man. Not strictly professional but friendly n humble, extremely reliable too. To him he was like a friend n Maan couldn't think of anybody else who could assist n guide Geet with the new venture as adequately as Adi.
Next day, the day of official announcement, Geet was positively nervous, Maan observed. Yesterday everything was fine. Her becoming the MD of a music company wasn't that big of a deal, right? Well... he had tried to make it all seem cool. But today since they woke up she was on edge, ready to freak out. Right now while she buttoned his shirt her hands shook.
Jaan tum itni tension kyu le rai ho? He asked grasping her hands. Mai... tension nai le rai. She lied. Then what is this? He raised her hands that were shivering. She lowered her lashes. Aapse kisne kaha tha yeh sab karne ko? What was the need to take such a big step without asking me? Like she would have agreed if he had asked. She was practically living in a shell, didn't want to do anything. She practically wished for nothing, where she stood, what she was doing she had no knowledge. He just wanted to change that. Maan knew she was scared just because she stood behind the start line. Once she took that step n began to run on the track, all fear will vanish and she would enjoy the race.
Geet, listen. This is just a conference. The media n everyone there is crap, no better than you or me. You just concentrate on your hubby, okay? I will be there with you whole time. The thing is-maximum-for an hour and then we would leave.
Hmm.
There is still time for the conference to start. I am leaving as I have to go and check everything. You take a bath, get ready n come to the venue, I will receive you. Maan cupped her face n kissed her on lips. It's just a formality, nothing to be scared of. Mai jao? Geet nodded. Jayiye. I love you. I hate you. I still love you.He left passing a wink.
Geet took bath n got ready in a beautiful suit. Maan was going to be with her n he would make everything okay. Geet heard the voice of her heart that was calming to an extent. Then she went to Jia's room to tell her bye. The TV was on while Jia was lying on her stomach on the bed, swinging her legs n drawing something in her coloring book. When she looked up at Geet, her eyes opened wide n mouth too. You wuk pretty. Thank you baby. I am going for some a very important work so give mommy a magic kissy. Jia sat up merrily n gave Geet a big sloppy kiss on cheek. Geet kissed her back n started to leave but then stopped, turned around. Jia baby give me the remote. Jia gave her the remote n went back to her drawing.
Geet knew she shouldn't be doing this. But she did. Just to check once, she switched on the news channel where the coverage of the conference was being telecasted. It was to prepare herself n turned to be the biggest misstep. The event hadn't started yet but guest had started to come. From only outside the hotel-where the conference was to take place-it looked ghastly. There were so many people, so much media, cameras flashing, voices coming.
The remotely was clutched tightly in her hand before it fell in the bed silently. Lights n noise was unbearable. Everyone was dressed in finest of clothes n they all looked so confident, flawless. The besties of business world... successful, rich. What would she do there when she had to think twice merely for going to a mall? How will she breath in there? And those people will ask questions n media too would throw questions at her. How will she reply to them all? Did she look fine? Consciously she tugged at her clothes. Her body went cold and loose. She wasn't prepared. Never would be actually. She couldn't handle so many unknown people. Her legs moved back. While answering she would stammer or say something that wasn't appropriate n they all would talk about her n this would all be on TV. No.
She ran back to her n Maan's room n locked herself inside the bathroom. There were so many people, so many of them. She was nothing.
Bathroom floor was still damp from her bath earlier though Geet was too disturbed to pay heed to it. Her body collapsed in a messy heap, the splendid suit soaking up in water. With her hands she scrubbed her face clean of all the makeup, pulled her hairs out of the braid. Words... old words echoed in her ears. The taunts about how useless she was. And his pain swirled inside her. It was also her mistake. Her parents' death for which she could do nothing. All sacrifices that Meera made. Her whole life was in front of her very eyes. There was nothing of her own. No accomplishment. No nothing. Just blackness.
No. Not now.
Never.
She wasn't ready and last thing she needed to do was to humiliate herself in front of so many people... herself n also Maan.
Maan. God, he had done so much n right now he must be expecting her there. But she would save him actually by not going there. She was a shame on the name of his wife. As he stood strong n proud, she was the burden nobody needed. Geet started to cry. But she didn't go.
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