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Sorry for the delay! Enjoy! Do leave your comments and likes! :) .Sara

Untouched Yaadain:

Part 15:

They were seated at a first class section in the plane. As the plane took off, Geet got scared looking outside the window. The airport was slowly fading away. She clutched on to Maan's arm, tearing his skin with her nails. Maan just politely held on to her hands. This was her first time getting on an airplane. Her heart clutched as the plane took off, leaving the surface and in to the sky, hiding itself behind the shallow clouds. Geet looked outside, unable to help herself.
"Geet, tum jitna bahar daikho gi tumhay utna hi dar lagay ga aur meri skin utni hi kharab ho jaaye gi."
Realizing now, Geet slowly lets go of his arm.
"Tumhay pata hai Geet, main aik CEO of Khurana Constructions, mere staff members kya kahen gai when they'll see my arm like this, All bruised. Akhir meri image aur class hai."
Geet just took out a magazine to read, trying to ignore Maan as embarrassment rushed through her heart. Maan fell for her ignorance. In fact, kind of hurt from inside.
"Never mind. Tumhay kya pata yeh class aur image kya ho gi. Jahan se tum aayi ho, it's not your fault. Mere baare main kabhi socha kero. Your every action will be held with me. So I like to avoid the embarrassment."
I allowed her to dig her nails in my arm leaving bruises, and she is ignoring me? Maan got his headphones and watched the tv ignoring her just as she was. Geet covered her face with the magazine trying to read but in reality, tears were coming out. Geet woh teri her waqt insult kerte hain and you? That's it. She saw a bell button right above the seat and she clicked on it. An air hostess came running.
"Yes Ma'am?"
Maan looks overs at her in confusion. Since the air hostess was an English woman.
"Geet. Jo kehna hai mujhe pata do. I know you don't know English. So pata do." Geet looks at him in anger. She bites her lip in anger, trying to control herself.
"Well sir? Is there anything she wants?"
"One sec." To Geet: "Geet kya chahiye. Bolo I'll tell her." Geet shoots an abusive look at him, making him shut up.
"She doesn't want anything." Maan tells the air hostess without letting her answer. The air hostess nods.
"Stop!" Geet yells. Maan looks at her in shock. The air hostess turns around.
"Yes Ma'am?"
"I would like to change my seat right now." Geet orders, leaving Maan in shock and awe.
"But Ma'am how can we change your seat. It's merely impossible at this moment. As there are no seats available in first class section."
"Geet kya ker rahi ho?" Ignoring his question she goes, "I don't care. Give me a seat anywhere. I'll even sit at the corner of the plane. I just don't want to sit here!"
"Alright Ma'am. Give me a second, let me check any available seats in the economy section." Geet nods and she leaves. Maan clutches her arm.
"Geet yeh kya ker rahi ho? Aur aur tumhay English aati hai. Why didn't you tell me before?"
"Hamare beech kehne sunne ka relationship tha kab?" Geet pricked his heart like a dagger.
"Geet y-yeh tum kya keh rahi ho? And why don't you wanna sit here with me?"
"Kyun ke I don't find it necessary. Mere paas to class ya image hi nahi hai. Then why do I need to sit in this first class section. Yeh to aap jaise arrogant and audacious man ko jaga suit kerti hai. Not me. Aur main waise bhi aap ki image and class ko kharab nahin kerna chahti by sitting next to you. Loug kya kahen gain? Aap ki image main to paani phir jaye gi."
"Geet you know I didn't mean that. Woh to bas main..."
Ignoring his explanation, she rose up. The air hostess comes.
"This way Ma'am." Maan holds on to her arm.
"Chodiye mujhe." People around them two stare at them, enjoying the scene held before their eyes.
"Geet saare daikh rahe hain. Drama create mat kero. Itni si choti si baat ke liye tum kyun mera aur apna tamasha khada ker rahi ho?"
"Is liye to main keh rahi hoon leave my arm. Let me leave in peace. Main aap ka tamasha kaise banne dai sakti hoon since you are the only one with class and image. I'll see you when we depart this air plane." Maan frees her arm. Geet takes her hand carry baggage and leaves with the air hostess. Maan sees Geet leaving. She disappears into the economy section leaving him all alone. Maan pounds his fists against the seat in front of him, not realizing the owner of the chair was shooting glares at him. A feeling of remorse rushed him. Without wasting another moment, Maan rose up with his baggage. He followed Geet down the Economy section. As he walked to aisle, stares from strangers grudged him. Geet ended up sitting at a two-seated seat, right next to the window, in the middle of the plane. As soon as Geet settled down, Maan abruptly came rushing for the seat, afraid that someone might take it. Geet looked at him in anger and was a little shock. Maan was not that kind of a person who would leave his comfortable and high class seat for a middle class seat like this. Geet still didn't show any sort of sympathy but ignored him, biting her lower lip.
"Geet, did you know that when you bite your lip in anger, tum kitni cute lagti ho?"This was not a usual compliment she would receive from him which startled her a little but she never showed it. Instead rage anger was filling her mind and heart. How dare he insult me like this? Aur main pagalon ki tarhan unko smilain doon? He wish. Maan just kept on looking at her not sure what to do to cheer her mood. Screw you man. Maan shouted at himself. What to do? I need to be more nice to her from now on. Kuch bhi ho jaaye. Maan secretly clutched on to her hands who were laying motionless on her lap. Geet looks at him in anger and tries to free her hand. But Maan was Maan with the strength of a powerful wrestler. Her pleads were gone missed by Maan. "Yeh aap kya ker ker rahe ho? Chode mujhe?" Geet shouts in a whisper. "Kyun apni wife ka haath pakadna guna hai?" Geet knew her pleads will not grudge him at all. Instead she stopped trying and let his hands wander on her hands. Though from inside, her heart became heavy, their regular beat increased, thumping so loudly. She was afraid that he might be able to hear her obnoxious heart thumping loudly. A smile lit Maan's face. He always wanted to hold on to her hand but never got the courage to do it so. Now was the opportunity and he will not let go of it. Geet tried to hide her smile but it was too obvious. "So Geet?" Maan wanted to start a convo with her. Since they never got the time to have the real convo. He wants to learn more about her. But Geet was not in mood. "Main movie daikhna chahti hoon. So please" Ignoring him she places her headphones on her ears, escaping this world in to another. But Maan was not a man who would let her go easily, ignoring him. He takes one ear bud out of her ears and places it into his ear. "Let's watch it together." This was a another way to learn more about her likes and dislikes when it came to movies. Showing one last glare at him, she started the movie: Bodyguard. Protesting wouldn't work cause she knows Maan likes to have things his own ways. They sat their quietly as they watched the movie. For the first time he was actually enjoying watching a movie, obviously because of her. Throughout the movie Geet's mood changed. In the beginning she was laughing and later when the movie got sad, tears started to flow down her cheeks. Maan lent his handkerchief to her. But when she didn't take it, he wiped the tears himself. Edging himself closer to her. Geet drooled over him with her teary eyes. Suddenly the song Teri Meri Prem Kahani started to play. For an instant they forgot they were in the plane. They didn't even look at the screen.

Teri Meri Prem Kahani hai Mushkil
Do Lalfzon mein yeh bayaan na ho paaye
Ik ladka aur ik ladki ki yeh kahani hai nayi
Do lafzon mein yeh bayaan na ho paaye

Instead they were lost in their own world.

Ek Dooje se huwe juda jab ek duje ke liye bane.
Teri Meri Meri teri prem kahani hai mushkil
Do lafzon main mein yeh bayaan na ho paaye.

Maan caresses her cheek with her finger. Geet unable to control herself slowly caresses his hair with her shaky hands.
Sara Din beet jaaye Sari raat jagaye, Bas khayal tumhara lamha lamha tadpaye
Yeh tadap keh rahi hai mit jaaye faaslein yeh tere mere darmiyaan jo hain saare.

A smile lit his face and upon seeing his graceful smile she smirks. Maan slowly slips his hand in hers, holding it tightly.
BANG!!
A bomb explosion in the movie snatches them away from the moment.
The song had ended without them knowing. Maan and Geet settled back at their seats, awkwardly peeking at each other. Geet tried to free her hand from his grip but he didn't budge.
Geet was back at admiring Salman Khan in one of the action scene where he was beating the crap out of the goons.
One thing that made him jealous was the numerous compliments Salman Khan received from Geet. Sometimes its his body or his sense of humor or his action or his romantic sense. There was absolutely nothing that Geet didn't like about Salman Khan which made Maan burn from inside out of jealousy. "Geet! I don't like this movie. Kitni ajeeb si hai. Koi aur daikhte hain." Maan exited out from the movie which made Geet angry. "Yeh aap ne kya kiya? Movie band ker di?? Yeh meri favorite movie hai. Salman Khan is also my favorite. Khabardaar movie ke baare main kuch kaha to. Maan! Yeh kya kiya??"Maan was startled to see her explosion over just a movie. "Hum koi aur daikhte hain. Acha koi aur achi si movie batao?"
"Ok fine but this aapne change kiya na to phir main aap se bilkul baat nahin keroon gi. okay?"
"Okay fine."
"Promise?"
Geet held out her pinky for a promise. Maan shook it while smiling. Another excuse to touch her what else does he need. "Promise." Maan confirmed. Geet switched it to Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jaain gain.
Unfortunately for Maan, Shahrukh Khan was also her favorite actor. Through out the movie she passed compliments to SRK.
"He's the romantic hero and Salman Khan is the comedy and action hero!"
Maan sighed, cursing at his luck. He's probably the only unfortunate husband in this world whose wife is complimenting on other men in presence of her husband. Maan just fake smiles at her while his inside is boiling with jealousy.
The End!


Part 16
Hope you all liked it. Do comment and like this post. :) 'BTW if you want any PMs from me, so please do add me to your buddy list. Thank you! :) .Sara
Edited by sara_06 - 12 years ago
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Posted: 12 years ago
Update after a long time but loved it
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Posted: 12 years ago
awesome update
thanks for the pm
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Posted: 12 years ago
So maan is being getting J loved the update too hilarious
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Posted: 12 years ago

kuch aur work kare na kare

jealousy always work in a relation

awesome update

& one question is story ka ending happy hoga ya sad???

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Posted: 12 years ago
awesome update
poor maan jealous SRK n Salman khan
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Posted: 12 years ago
Awesome update...loved it
LOL maan J wit salllu n SRK😆
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Posted: 12 years ago
Are maan to shahrukh aur salman se bi jealous feel krta h. Superb part.
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Posted: 12 years ago
Awesome update dear!!
Hmm so Maan insulted Geet!! nd Geet ignored him.. wow.. he deserved dis...
he watched movie wid her...
Maan is J wid Sallu nd SRK!!!
plzzz cont soon dear
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Posted: 12 years ago
Sorry for the delay! Enjoy! Do leave your comments and likes! :) .Sara



Thank you guys for your lovely comments!
Untouched Yaadain:

Part 16:


Without them both knowing, they had fallen asleep together while watching the movie. Geet's head on Maan's shoulder and Maan's head replaced on her head while their hands are entangled tightly, a smile peeking, lingering at the end of their lips. Any passerby would compliment them two, not daring to disturb their beautiful dream. A jealousy lingering in any girl's heart, praying to be in that lucky girl's position. Any guy, upon looking at them, would get closer to their sweethearts, mimicking them two. Maan and Geet had set the airplane on fire. They've become a model for all the passengers. Even the air hostesses were enchanted and some jealous upon seeing them two lost in each other.
"Good Morning ladies and gentlemen, we would be landing in half an hour at the Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport. Please fasten your seatbelts and please lock your tray tables. Thank you."
Geet slowly woke up as the air hostess talked over the speaker. She tilted her head, but couldn't fully do it cause of Maan's head on her head. She tried moving her hand but Maan was holding on to it tightly. Giving in, Geet just sat still sort of enjoying the moment. "Daikh Geet, Maan ne tera haath pakda huwa hai aur tere sir ke ooper apna sir rakha huwa hai, is liye tu move nahi ho sakti. Zayada khush na ho. Ab baithna teri majboori hai is mai tu kya ker sakti hai. Haina? Haan." Geet mimicked to herself. Trying not to be affected by Maan's warm breath on her forehead, nor his hard yet calm hands. His beard caressing against her forehead. She could just fall asleep in his warmth but she wanted to stay awake and cherish this moment. She might not get the chance again.She closed her eyes. She knew her heart was deceiving her, but she liked it. She just wanted to forget all of her problems, her past. And at least hold on to one good memory of him when she'll be gone. Slowly Maan's head started to stir, his fingers slowly moving while still holding on to her hand. Geet didn't know what to do? What if he catches me? What will I tell him? That I held on to your hand tightly cause I was enjoying the moment? Geet just simply let her eyes stay shut, pretending that she's asleep. Maan opens his eyes to see Geet "sleeping" peacefully beside him. Though she has lines on her forehead, indicating that she's in tension while in sleep. Maan smiles at her. "Lagta hai koi ajeeb sa khawab daikh rahi hai." He slowly places his finger on her forehead, and slowly her forehead lines disappear. "Geet while I am here, tumhe koi tension bother nahi kerega." Geet couldn't believe her ears. Did The Maan Singh Khurana just promised her to take away all of her tensions? What's going on with him day by day? This is not the same man whom I got married to. Where did he go? Trying to hide her smile from Maan, she shifts her head to the window, to hide her smile.

-After an hour-
The plane slowly shifts itself on the ground. By then Geet is fully awake from her "sleep", pretending that she didn't hear his sweet talk. She looks out the window, the beautiful Paris is finally here. They both make their way out the airport. It was pretty chilly and Geet didn't have anything to cover herself with except of her dupatta which didn't really help either. Looking upon her struggles, Maan hands over his sweater.
"Ye lo, pehn lo. Warna thand lag jaaye gi?"
"Ji?" Geet asks as if not hearing his question properly.
"Maine kaha yeh sweater pehn lo werna thand lag jaaye gi. Uncha sunne lag gayi ho."
Geet makes a face at him but takes his sweater, muttering "Thank you." under her breath. The Limousin arrives. For whole 1 minute, Geet stands astonished to see a huge car before her. "Itni badi gadi?"
"Haan Geet. Isse Limousin kehte hain." The driver opens the door for them. Geet expected to see passengers sitting in there, just like riding a bus.
"Maan ander koi nahi hai."
"Haan Geet kyunke yeh gadi sirf hamare liye aayi hai."
"Per Maan.."
"Kyun tumne Shahrukh Khan ya Salman Khan ki movies main yeh nahin daikhi kabhi?" Maan mocks with a sarcastic tone.
"Khabardaar mere Shah Rukh Khan ya Salman Khan ke baare main kuch kaha to?" Geet turns into an obnoxious ninja.
"Tumhare?" Somehow the word "mere" made him boil from inside. "Geet tum me sharam naam ki cheez hai ya nahi. Apne husband ke saamne kisi aur mard ke baare main baate kerte huwe tumhae thodi se sharam nahin aati?"
"Ae lo. Is main sharam ki kya baat hai. Yeh to saari dunya jaanti hai ke Geet SRK and SK ko bhot pyaar kerti hai."
How lucky of them. Maan thought.
"Geet daikho bahar daikho. Yeh kounse topic le ker baith gayi ho. Chodo useless topic hai." Though from inside he wanted to scream at the world that how unfortunate he is. Instead of thinking about him his own wife is thinking about some other men. How would anyone tolerate this?
Geet glares out the window in the Limousin which was brought specially for them. Paris looked more beautiful at night time. As they were proceeding with their little journey, the city lights the encounter shine upon them, as if welcoming them. "Wow Maan kitna pyaara shehr hai."
"Hmmm.." Maan half listening. Half of his thoughts were devoted in the thrilling thoughts of his wife with other men like Salman Khan or Shahrukh khan. What will he do then? Stop being stupid Maan, they are STARS. Un ke to laakh female fans hotin hon gi. Geet is just one of them that's all.
"Waise Geet. Your undying love for Shah Rukh Khan and Salman Khan, don't you think ke unki lakhon female fans hon gi? I mean you are just one of them. Phir bhi tum un donon ko itna pasand kerti ho jis tarha kal tumhari un donon me se aik ke saath shaadi ho jaaye gi."
"Kaash Maan. Kaash aisa ho sakta. Shah Rukh Khan is already married. But Salman Khan is not. Un ke saath ho jaaye to wah!"
Geet stares at him with her innocent eyes, not knowing her answer would make him burn in jealousy.
"Shah rukh Khan ki shaadi ki badi parvah hai but what about ours? Bhool to nahi gi kahin?" Maan murmurs under his breath.
"Geet waise hamari bhi shaadi huwi huwi hai. Not only Shah rukh Khan's." Maan makes sure to remind her so if she has forgotten, which seems like it to Maan.
"Haan. Huwi huwi hai. But sirf 2 months ke liye na. Us ke baad aap apne raaste aur main apne."
Maan's heart took a flip. Stupid contract. Geet ko yeh bada yaad hai. Though unaware of the fact that Geet is also suffering from the same "disease" Rethinking about their contract marriage gives her chills, though she herself knows that this is best for him and maybe for her too. Who is she to hurt Maan? Woh mujhe bilkul pasand nahin kerte. But what was this whole airplane scene? Woh mere liye apni business class chod ke economic class main aa ker baithe the. Mere saath Shah rukh khan and Salman Khan ki movie daikhi, we held hands though unintentionally, but still. Unko kuch to feel huwa ho ga na. Kuch bhi. But if he was affected with it, woh mujhse kehte na? He would've said something about his growing feelings? If he have any of course? Yeh kahin one sided love to nahin hai? It's good if he doesn't love me. Unko meri taraf se sirf dard aur takleef mille gi. Main un ke saath aisa nahin ker sakti. Mujhe meri growing feelings ko chupa ker rakhna ho ga. Jab unko meri sachai lagay gi, he will only be hurt.
Throughout the rest of the ride, they sat quite lost in the depth of their thoughts. Making their future plans, differently. By the time they reached the hotel, Geet had fallen asleep again due to the time difference. India was 3 and half hours ahead of France. She should be deep asleep by now.
But Maan was on the phone, talking to Adi who was apparently in India still.
"Adi, how lazy of you? Tum logon ne apni flight kaise miss ker di?"
"Woh s-sir main to time pe pohnch gaya tha but Sasha zara late pohnchi thi."
Maan rubbed his temples, rolling his eyes. Girl problems!, Maan thought.
"Theek hai. Agli koi bhi flight milti hai to jaldi pohncho."
"R-right sir." Maan hanged up. He was already tired, and now this problem has occurred. He turned his face in irritation to see a beautiful peaceful Geet sleeping. Her head laid back on the car seat. A piece of hair strand was bothering his view. Bothersome Maan, without thinking, stroked the hair strand behind her ear quickly but calmly. In the process, Geet got a hold of his hand, clutching her hand with his hand. Maan gave half o a crooked smile at the sleepy Geet. He held on to her hand tightly and placed her hand on his face, quietly guiding her hand on his face. First his forehead, then his cheeks, then his lips where he kissed her hand. Geet felt something and shrugged a little on her sleep. Maan realizing that the car had stopped and the Sikh driver was gazing at him in a confused way. He quickly pulled back giving a glare at the driver. Maan didn't want to disturb Geet's sleep. So he quickly picked her up and took her in to the Hotel Fouquet's Barriere's room, the most luxurious hotel in France. One "room" looks like a mini apartment. He placed her on the bed. Tired as he was, he fell asleep quickly without even changing. Hands entangled, they stayed asleep peacefully.

The End!

Part 17

Hope you all liked it. Do comment and like this post. :) 'BTW if you want any PMs from me, so please do add me to your buddy list. Thank you! :) .Sara
Edited by sara_06 - 12 years ago

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