Chapter 3
The big pompous board of the upmarket Regent
Beverly Wilshire was glowing to its full glory in an otherwise pitch dark
light. As soon as their car stopped by, a bell boy comes running down
to them. Maan and Geet got out of the doors.
Good evening, Mr. Khurana, he bowed down to greet Maan.
Will you be needing the car anymore tonight?
I-
I hope not! Maan stated. The bell boy took Maan's briefcase along with
him moving inside leaving them two alone to bid good byes.
Ah. We're here. Maan started.
Yeah. Geet barely managed to squeal, lost in the grandeur of place she was standing outside.
The place was exquisite. It seemed to be from 17th century carved in
hotel. More like a monument that people should pay to have a look at
rather than being a hotel. Well that is the power of rich men, they can own anything they want.
So you'll be all right? His tone became too soft all of a sudden, not wanting to startle her lost form.
Geet averted her gaze from the hotel and replied
Yeah, I'm...gonna grab a cab with my twenty bucks, she added after a pause.
And go back to your...umm... office. Maan tried to lighten up the environment.
Yeah.My office. Yeah. Geet smiled bitterly.
Well, thanks for the ride Geet.Hmm See you. He could clearly see she wanted to tag along him but was not sure of what he wanted.
Good-bye! Saying this Geet turned on her heels and moved to sit at bus stop just in front of his hotel.
The moment Maan turned his back, he could not help but feel a
soaring pain rising in his heart. He felt as if he is leaving behing his
most cherished belonging. The thought that he may not see her again
made him restless. His brain barked "For God's sake, she is a hooker.
Walk straight, enter your den and forget her'. At the same time is heart
shrieked 'Stop her before she disappears. She brougt solace to me. Just
for an hour if not long. Just give her a better farewell if nothing
else'
Tired of the turmoil between his head and heart Maan turned on his
heels and neared Geet who was still sitting there, trying desperately to
cover herself off the chill in air.
Maan cleared his throat
No taxis?Geet was surprised to hear his sudden voice. She smiled embarrassed and answered
No, I like the bus.
Unsure of how to frame his next words, Maan directly jumped on to
the question
I was thinking- ...Did you really say $100 an hour?
Yeah.Yeah.
Well, if you don't have any prior engagements, I'd be very pleased if
you would accompany me into the hotel. Maan gave a small nervous smile.
'Whats wrong with you Maan. This is her profession. Stop behaving as you
are making an advance on a poor girl' he said to himself.
Geet quickly jumped on her feet at the offer and grinned back at
him.
You got it. She mentally thanked her Babaji. Thanks to this man she
may pay their rent by tomorrow.
So!! What is your name? Geet enquired as she joined Maan into the lobby of the hotel.
Maan!! He questioned himself for nth time in the night, 'What 's
wrong with you man'. When was the last time he introduced himself by his
first name and not by the pompous legacy of 'The Khurana', he couldn't
think of any .'I tend to behave strange around this girl' he sighed
thinking to himself.
Hmmm..Maan!!! That's my favorite name in the whole-whole world!
Giving him a slight push with her shoulder playfully she lied through
her teeth and gained a smirk from Maan in response.
'You need not try that much', he winked.
'Okie dokie' she made a face of hurt puppy. In just the next minute
she chirped
'I tell you what Maan, this is fate! That's what this is.'By
now every one in the hotel lobby was giving Geet a weird look. Her
s**tty dress and gaudy make up in no way was a match to a place so high
end as Beverly Wilshire Hotel. Moreover her creaky high pitched loud
voice and sound of dragging her boots on the marble floor disturbed
everyone present in the lobby gaining her some very disgusted looks.
Even the hookers who generally accompanied their customer's for one
night fantasy trip were trained on how to conduct themselves and had an
elite-ness to them. She had no idea how every single person around them
was seeing her as she was some filth, a dirt. Maan, unlike Geet was well
aware of the looks they were garnering making him damn uncomfortable.
He pulled geet harshly towards him as she kept moving forward lost
in her blaring loud talks. He snaked his hands around her bare waist.
Geet shuddered at this unexpected sudden contact as his knuckles grazed
her satin smooth waist. However Maan was oblivious to the passing
undercurrents between them as his sole focus was at the task at hand. As
his body rubbed to hers dangerously, his hands moved,caressing
her waist at what Geet thought was an agonizingly slow speed, he pulled
out her overcoat that was loosely hanging out of her tattered purse.
Here, take this and wear it. His harsh voice broke the momentary intoxicated state Geet had flown into.
She
looked up at his face confused, wondering what is so wrong with him all
of a sudden . He may not have been 'real sweet' to her but he was
gentle and soft spoken at most of the times. As if reading the question
floating in her big brown hazels, he softly whispered
'Look Geet,umm..he
did not know how to tell her this without being too inappropriate..
Well, this hotel is not the kind of establishment that rents rooms by
the hour. He cocked an eyebrow wondering if she understands what he
means...or he needs to try a bit harder.
Ah.Wow! Geet suddenly understood his subtle indication.
It's all right. You're gonna be fine. Maan tried to sooth her before she displays another inappropriate behaviour.
Nodding
in understanding,Geet quickly wore the overcoat. Though she herself
felt uncomfortable in those skimpy outfits, she had to wear them to
attract the customers. 'This man behaves weird...it's nothing like what
Meer told me. Probably he is one of those white collar men who act as
decent fellows to society but show their real self behind the closed
doors. Chodd na geet, tenu ki, wo jaisa bhi insaan ho. Tune kaun si
shaadi krni h is sey'. Though the thought of marriage brought a sadness
on her features momentarily, she brushed it off and thought.'.Jaldi se
ek ghanta finish kr aur kat le yaha se. Wrna Meer and I will be on roads
by tomorrow night'.
Suddenly realizing that Geet wasn't with him, Maan looked back to see her, still standing ther lost in her reverie.
Irritated
he yelled '
Come with me'. Already Geet was uncomfortable with people
around staring and now Maan's sudden temper, she was totally a wreck
now.
'And stop fidgeting' Maan added trying hard to supress his
anguish...which in turn made her to falter even more in her steps. He
sighed and waited her to reach him. What Maan could not understand
was...It wasn't her who was embarrasing him but it was the fact that
others could see her like this troubled him to no extent without his
knowledge.
Good evening, Mr. Khurana. A man called out to him from behind.
Maan turned to see the hotel's receptionist smiling politely at the two.
Hello Mr. Lewis..Any messages for me?Yes sir, we have several. We have transferred them to your suite.
Thank you.Lewis glanced at the women standing behind Maan
and smiled politely at her. Though one look at her and he knew 'to what'
she belonged to, he did not show any aversion like other guests clearly
did. That was how he was taught to behave.
Following his gaze, Maan quickly guarded Geet from the
receptionist's eyes by standing right in front of her. He gave him a
stern look to him and ordered.
Send up some champagne and strawberries to my suite, please?
Of course sir. He quickly understood his client didn't like his
demeanour. 'Room service for Mr. Khurana please', he ordered a bell boy.
Maan held her hand and quickly moved towards the elevator.
As soon as the lift's door opened, Geet's eyes grew wide in surprise.
She freed her hand from that of Maan's and literally jumped inside the
luxurious elevator and shrieked
there's a sofa in here for two. She
quickly settled herself in there assuming it to be his room. The lift man
gave her a shocked expression. Maan quickly jumped in and smiled to him
muttering First time in an elevator.
Ah Sir. He smiled wickedly clearly understanding who Geet was. Maan
simply wanted to punch him in the face but somehow controlled himself
not willing to create a scene. He moved to Geet and whispered
Close your
mouth.Geet complied quickly
Sorry, I couldn't help it.
Maan turned to the lift man and instructed
Penthouse.Geet
knew better now. She has to keep her big mouth shut if she wanted to
save Maan from any further embarrasement for the night.
As the lift door opened and they got out, She cajoled to him..'
The penthouse, haan'
Yes.Mmm.To the left.Maan guided her. Within a few
seconds they were at the door of his opulent penthouse. He pushed in his
card and they both entered. Geet was awestruck. Her mouth opened and
she was lost in the magnanimous place.
Impressed? Maan smirked.
You kidding me? I come here all the time. Geet tried to not show him how intimidated she was.
She turned to him and snorted
and As a matter of fact, they do rent this room by the hour.
Maan gave his lop sided sarcastic smile
Sure they do.Geet
saw a door leading to the balcony. She lunged forward to it. Though Maan
was tempted to follow her, he chose to stick inside. After a while she
came back and exclaimed.
Wow, great view from there! I bet you can see
all the way to the ocean from out here.
Maan who by now had taken up to a file and was sitting comfortably
in his study table, nonchalantly replied
I'll take your word for it. I
don't go out there.Why don't you go out there? Geet was
genuinely surprised. Why would anyone spend a fortune at hiring such a
palace and not live it up.
I'm afraid of heights. Maan answered
coolly. He had never shared his personal bit with anyone. He never
wanted anyone to know about his fears. He liked the world to consider
him invincible But here he was dropping all the barriers in front of a
girl he knew for barely last one hour. And instead of feeling bad about
opening up, he was strangely calm. This girl has surely got something.
You are? Geet was finding it hard to believe that a grown up man can have such childish fears as well.
So how come you rented the penthouse? She asked what was troubling her.
Maan smiled answering her
It's the best. Maan Singh Khurana always wants the best. I looked all around for penthouses on the first floor, but I couldn't find one.Hmm..satisfied
with his reply, totally ignoring 'The MSK' rant much to his dismay, Geet asked the next one
Well, now that you have me
here, what are you going to do with me? She fidgeted uncomfortably in
her boots expecting the 'certain' to follow. She wanted to get over with
it as soon as possible.
Maan kept looking into her eyes and replied after some time
'Want to know something? I don't have a clue.'
No? Geet wondered what was happening.
I hadn't exactly planned this. He stated the truth.
Well, do you plan everything?
Always. He replied with a warm smile.
Yeah. Me too. Not now yeah, but used to at some point of time. Again that familiar gloom marred her features.
Shaking her head slightly she came back to present.
But now You
know, moment to moment. That's me. That's- Yeah. Maan colud not help but
notice the plethora of emotions that played on her face in last few
seconds. She intrigued him.
As she noticed him staring, she shifted from her place and sat atop
his table seductively. After all thats what she is supposed to do.
Mm-hmm.
You know, you could pay me now. The only thing she had on her mind was
the rent.
That's one way to maybe break the ice. She drawled moving a
finger across his arm.
Her closeness brought him out of his reverie.
Oh, yeah. I'm sorry.
He fidgeted to find his wallet.
Here..Uh, I assume cash is acceptable.Cash works for me, yeah. She grinned.
By the way, your as* is on my fax. His voice had a naughtiness within, he never knew existed in him.
She
looked down embarrased and lifted herself just a bit up so that he
could pull it down from her. Her baby face made Maan wonder 'Cute. She's
very cute.'
As Maan touched her derriere softly while trying to pull out his fax, both could feel a sudden rush of
blood in their bodies. A mere touch and their heartbeats escelated twice
the normal.
'Geet what's wrong with you, you aren't supposed to
feel like this, Now when you have already got the money, do your work
and get your as* outta here asap'. She mentally chided herself.
All
right. Here we go. She spoke pulling herself out of the spell he had cast
on her with a mere touch. Unzipping a pocket in her boots, she picked
out a few colorful packed condoms.
Pick one. I got red, I got
green, I got yellow. I'm out of purple, but I do have one gold circle
coin left, the condom of champions. The one and only. Nothing is gettin'
through this sucker. I'm a safety girl. A buffet of safety. She spoke in a breath as Meera taught her, trying her
best to act bold and experienced as if she had been out there doing
this all her life. All she had on her mind after getting her charge was to get out of his room after fulfilling
what she is paid for. This man was affecting her strangely and she
feared only that..
Gaining no response from him on his choice of condoms, she tilted
herself ahead and grabbed his shirt opening the top button up...
All right, let's
get one of these on you. She moaned.
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So
that's it fellas for Chapter 3. I actually wanted to add Maan and
Geet's first togetherness in this part itself. But with the kind of
detailing I prefer, it was becoming too long...almost double the size of a standard chapter. So I winded it up here only. Rest in next Chapter.
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