M mistress Ch. 16 16/09 pg 40 - Page 7

Originally posted by: 7thHeaven

i m dying to read the reaction of ur readers once they read the delhi parts😆 ready for surprises and shocks

^^^^ i better shut up before i let the cat out of the bag and spoil it for other readers😆

CHAPTER 12

As the days passed it was inevitable that Geet and Maan grew closer. And, yes, she was courting disaster, Geet thought as Maan's super yatcht began its stately progress through the suez canal. She was standing next to Maan, enjoying the greatest adventure of her life, knowing there could only be one outcome. Maan had his arm around her as if they belonged together as they watched the passing traffic, but that was an illusion. They were destined to be apart, everywhere but there on his yatcht.

In some places the canal was wide as a lake, and was called the great Bitter Lake, Maan was explaining, while all Geet could think of was how quickly time was passing, and how she wished they had more time so she could enjoy this trip to the full. Maan looked so effortlessly sexy with his inky black hair blowing around his wickedly handsome face. He had no idea, she thought as they waved to people in traditional houses lining the banks, how deeply she had fallen for him.

'look at the fishermen,' he said. 'wave to them, Geet.'

The men were rowing small boats with their nets bundled in the back, and in the distance she could see a super-tanker. There were pylons and industrial units, cheeky by jowl with holiday flats and minarets. She had never seen such a mix of things and said as much to Maan.

'theres such a lot I want to show you, Geet.'

She hadn't meant her eyes to filled with tears, and turned her head away from him when he tried to blot them with his thumb. 'do you mind if we go inside now, Maan?'

'No, ofcourse not,' he said in a concerned voice.

She led the way'wishing they were in Delhi'wishing this were over'wishing she could get on with the rest of her life.

Liar, Geet thought as Maan took hold of her in the shadows of the doorway. She wanted this to last forever'and, like a child on its birthday, she refused to accept that the day had to end.

'I can understand that youre overwhelmed,' he said. 'I felt much the same way when I came here for the first time.'

Yes, that was it, she told herself, smiling up at him.

The days slipped by until they eventually sighted Delhi. The country appeared through the haze of dawn like a magical, mountainous island, drawing them towards it. Maan left her to go and stand at the rail, while she had to forget a body singing from his touch and get on with her own preparations. She guessed that however quietly Maan planned to arrive there would be papparazi on the dock. It was inevitable, and she didn't want to let him down.

She chose to wear a stylish, dark blue two-piece, another salwaar-kameez, and she teamed that with silky soft leather sandals'not that anyone would notice, but even in the backgrounds she wanted to hold her head up high.

Being with Maan had ramped up her self-belief, Geet realized. After the accident she had gone from invalid to apathy and from there to wildly flailing about in search of a new identity. But now, and largely thanks to Maan, she had a purpose, which was to pick up the pieces fo her career. And if she didn't win the contract to handle the interior design for him, it wouldn't be for want of trying.

Her heart lifted when she went up the deck and saw Maan staring intently at his homeland. For a moment she stood back just for the pleasure of watching him without disturbing him, but as always Maan sensed her closeby.

'Geet.'

He sounded pleased to see her and reached for her hand. She went to stand beside him to watch the dusty land of green and gold fields drifting past.

They were cruising past a tea plantation, Maan explained, and the glistening rivers she could see in the distance fed those fields. Beyond the lush green hills there were purple snow-capped mountains. She thought it a dramatic landscape over which a striking man could rule.

People had started waving to them from the shore, and the excitement grew as they recognized the yatcht and realized who was on board. Geet waved to a group of children lodged perilously in a tree and felt ridiculously thrilled when they waved back at her. How could she even think of taking Maan away from this'how could anyone?

Her emotions were all over the place, Geet realized as Man shot her a look. The sense of impending loss was becoming unbearable, but she concentrated on the children, all the time hoping that she and Maan chould atleast go forward as friends.

'are you crying with happiness?' he teased her when her tears refused to be driven back.

'ive got something in my eye,' she said impatiently.

'can I help?

'too late,' she said, tipping her chin at a determined angle. Far too late. The damage was already done.

'well, I have to say, you look absolutely lovely,' Maan commented as he swept and approving glance over her outfit.

'right back at you,' she said, chirpiness cloaking her inner turmoil, though Maan did look fabulous in a black sil tunic and loose-fitting silk trousers that caressed his powerful body like a lover. 'theres only one thing that could improve your appearance,' she commented, 'and that's a smile.' She had never seen maan looking so preoccupied.

'theres only one thing that could improve your appearance,' he said, staring pointedly at her eyepatch.

'and that's non-negotiable,' she said.

'surely, you're not still worried about it?'

She knew her eyepatch was a constant irritation to Maan, he always reffered to it as the enemy that kept some part of her hidden from him. 'im not worried about it at all.' She said. 'and as this is to be a quiet arrival and I shall stay in the background, its hardly relevant.'

Maan said nothing. Perhaps he offer to stay out of the way was what Maan had hoped for.

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hmm i guess i was in an updating mood hence two updates LOOL.. 😆😃

so heres to a new start!!⭐️

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Love,

Zamee<3

Awesome!!! How evidently one can feel the pain of Geet and yet not know whats Maan's thoughts 😉 Well i guess patience is definintely the mother of all virtues.. 😆