MG FF: Winter's End Thread 2 link 1st post - 4.2.14 - Page 22

Chapter 10

Maan lay in his bed and wondered about Geet. She was honest, a trade he valued a lot.

But what struck him as most noticeable about her was the plain fact that she was not interested in him. She was professional, smiled when necessary and talked straight. There was never a hint of any personal feelings in the way she dealt with him.

The more he thought about it the more he wanted to know why. Why was she unaffected by him. She had even admitted that she still didn't know him well enough to judge him and some how he felt a strong urge to prove her wrong, he was special. He wanted her to know how he really was, how he was before Samira. He set his mind on it. For very long now he had waited on the platform for the right train to take him away from the hell he was living in and he saw it in form of Geet.

When Maan woke up Saturday morning he could swear the sun was shining brighter than usual and birds were chirping more cheerfully. He did his workout with more enthusiasm and surprised his family by joining them for breakfast.

"Good morning Maan, how come you are joining us today?" his Dadi asked.

"Just felt like it" he sat down. Nakul brought coffee and Maan remembered Geet's coffee machine. He smiled but it was followed by falling cutlery and gasps. His mother held his forehead.

"Maan, are you feeling well? Do you have any complaints about dizziness or similar?" she showed fake concern.

"What are you talking about?"

"You smiled. Maan Singh Khurana actually SMILED." Maan gently pushed his mother's hand off his forehead and said irritated:

"Why are you making such a fuss? Have you never seen me smile?" He left from there before someone could utter a reply. He had previously been in similar situation and every time the discussion ended by Samira. Maan didn't want to ruin his mood but wanted everything to be perfect for today. Upon arrival at KC he then realised that it was Geet's day off from KC, she only worked Monday to Friday. He wanted to see her badly and went to her cabin. He had hoped to find a photograph but there were none. Apart from the coffee machine there was no indication that anyone was using this room. He wondered as he always thought people liked to keep something personal at their working place. Even he, who kept personal and professional matters miles apart, had a photograph of his family on his desk. He went back to his cabin and took a fresh sheet of paper on which he wrote:

Geet ... - what is her surname? (I can check that from the employee data base)

Where does she live - again the employee data base could help

What does she do apart from working for me - ???

What does do in her free time - ???

Why is she so indifferent towards me - ???

Maan circled the last question. He folded the paper and kept it in his pocket. He had the feeling that many more questions would join the list and he intended get an answer for all of them.

The first one was her surname. He checked trough his files and to his dismay found most spaces not filled in. No surname, no address, no contact details, nothing else.

He frowned. How could he overlook this? The day he had brought Geet in he had told her to fill in the sheet and Tasha was to type the contract. Come to think of it he remembered not even reading through the papers. Now what to do? He could ask Pinky but she might get suspicious. He could call Geet, but under what pretext?

The files he had given her had no mistakes in them in fact the way she had explained certain points even a school child would understand.

"MK, Mr DeMello just called and asked if we could keep the meeting today itself. He is planning to go abroad and wished to finalize everything today itself." Maan's mood lightened.

"Yes, you can tell him to come now and make sure to get the paper work ready till then." Sasha gave him a sugar sweet smile and asked:

"By the way MK, how come your new secretary is not in? This is all her work."

"Do as I say or you won't be here any longer to wonder about that." Sasha quickly left. She always had something for MK and couldn't stand any other woman getting closer to him than she was. It hence was of her interest that MK fired his secretaries at regular intervals. She wasn't too concerned about his last remark since she knew he didn't like too much interference.

Maan shook his head as Sasha left. He knew she liked him, her over sweet way and constant sucking up were all too obvious but he wished she would keep it to her self. He liked her for her work, she was an asset to his company but personally he could only describe her as a dolled up troll.

Mr DeMello was an Italian gentleman who had met his wife Rose years ago in India. Now, at their 25^th wedding anniversary he wanted to gift her something special. Maan was to build a villa for her with old roman architecture. Maan usually didn't do small project but this client was a very good friend of his father's and he couldn't refuse.

Sasha held her presentation in front of George and he liked Sasha's ideas. Maan though did notice that the presentation did not uphold his expectations. He asked Mr DeMello to come to his office for a personal chat.

"I noticed you were not too happy with Sasha's presentation, Mr DeMello. Do tell me where it lacked and I will personally look into it."

"Feeling." He said. Maan wondered.

"Your architect is talented; I don't want to doubt that any second. But this is not to be just another office building or hotel. This Villa is a very personal gift to my wife. I want it to be unique in all ways just for her. Let me tell you my story, this may help you. 25 years ago I came here with some friends to go on vacation. I met Rose on a beach and it was love at first sight. We even got married shortly after and moved back to Italy. She never wanted to leave India but didn't complaint as I couldn't move here because of my work. Now since I am retired I want to make up for all the time she could have spend here. This house is to be her own little world." Maan nodded. This was one reason he didn't take up such projects. He was no good at feelings.

"I would appreciate it if you could give me some time so I can work out a better plan. I want this to be perfect." Mr DeMello agreed and left Maan alone.

Precap:

"I want you to tell me everything you know about feeling."

Who asked whom??? If I get at least three correct answers, I will post chapter 11 sooner... All the best!