Chapter 50
Adrian Lewis stared out of the window enjoying the warmth of the blazing sunrays casting down over his apartment. He pushed open the balcony doors and stepped out, brushing his fingers through his thick hair, a small smile adorning his lips.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, he pulled out his phone smiling as he read the text.
Just arrived! On my way xxx
He responded instantly grinning widely, he couldn’t wait to see his girlfriend.
Their respective jobs had taken up most of their time, with him being the face of Calvin Klein, he had been touring around various countries and cities for photoshoots. Geet was setting down the foundations of her designing company followed by her hectic schedule with the airline. He and Geet had talked of finding a house together, however they never discussed where. Adrian was settled in Dubai and since her training had finished she returned to India and was living with her parents whilst now starting up her own business.
Despite their schedule, they just about managed to see one another during the weekends, he either visited her before going for another job or she’d visit Dubai whilst flying on the job and stayed at his apartment.
Adrian turned around hearing the key rattle and the door opened, he turned around stepping inside the apartment grinning widely as he saw his girlfriend walk in.
Geet released her hold on her suitcase and moved towards him, she threw her arms around his neck as he lifted her off her feet kissing her fervently.
“I missed you so much” she sighed burrowing her face into the hollow of his neck.
“Are we going to be ignoring each other through the flight?” Gaurav questioned after a moment noticing how stiffly Geet had settled.
“Mr Khurana, I’m not…”
“Geet, you don’t need to be formal” Gaurav cut in smiling gently, “I realise that you’re holding a grudge against us”.
Geet didn’t say anything, she wasn’t going to lie to the old man.
“I also understand that we judged you poorly, and we never should have” he continued, “I apologise for that, that has been a regretting mistake”.
Geet looked confused and curious at the same time, he regretted saying no and found that their no had been a mistake.
“I’d like to extend my hand of friendship and call this a truce?” Gaurav held out his hand.
Geet considered for a moment and shook his hand offering a smile.
“I apologised to Marissa, but never got to apologise to you” he added.
“It’s okay” Geet answered, the grudge she held chipped away. She’d been judged many times for various reasons, not many had apologised for judging her before knowing her.
A genuine apology is what it takes, she would forgive at the snap of her fingers if the apology was genuine and one regretted it.
“Gigi, I’m bored” Nick looked up at her getting bored of his tablet. “Can I take my seatbelt off?” he questioned shoving his tablet away and tugging at the seatbelt.
“Not now, give them another couple of minutes” she answered taking his hands into hers trying to distract him, they weren’t cleared to unbuckle their seatbelts yet.
“I don’t wanna fly anymore, I’m bored” he scrunched his nose.
Why did you sit here then? Geet pondered, she found herself noting Gaurav Khurana looking amused. Had she muttered her words? It was either that, or he was amused by her nephew. She hoped it was the latter.
“Do you read, son?” Gaurav asked grabbing Nick’s attention.
“I’m not your son” Nick frowned, “My daddy is over there”.
Geet smiled inwardly watching their interaction, she turned her body slightly facing Nick. Unaware that her t-shirt had ridden up, the small of her back exposed and drew the attention of the man that only settled on the other row.
Maan shifted uncomfortably, the small dimples of the small of her back were prominent, he also noticed a black tribal mark that peaked out, another tattoo. He wondered when she had gotten that, as she had revealed on the Instagram video the one on her forearm was her first tattoo. Maan looked away hoping no one realised he was staring, he couldn’t believe his damn luck.
Gaurav had chuckled at Nick’s response, “I didn’t mean to say I’m your daddy”.
“You can call me Nick, mister” Nick informed. “This is my Gigi” he pointed. “But I only call her Gigi, alright?”
“Okay, so what can I call her?” Gaurav asked.
“Hey Gigi, what does the Santa call you?” he asked innocently.
Geet looked surprised at his choice of wordings, she looked up seeing Gaurav laughing which made her only chuckle. “Boo, boo I don’t think he’s santa”.
Nick looked over and perused him then turned to Geet, “He’s skinny to be Santa. Santa is fat”. Before Geet could respond, Ashley and Sophia came down the aisles asking everyone what they’d like to drink. Gaurav pulled out his wallet, whilst Geet ordered herself a glass of flavoured water and a carton of orange juice for Nick.
Geet looked at Nick for approval when she noticed Gaurav had pulled out his wallet, she informed “All drinks and meals are free on the Emirates, unless you’re ordering the premium champagne”.
“Oh, okay” Gaurav was surprised, usually all airlines charged for food and drinks and the cost was ridiculously overpriced.
“Would you like something sir? We do hot drinks as well”.
“Can I get a coffee with 2 sugars, no milk” Gaurav requested.
“You want anything else?” Geet asked helping herself to the orange juice on the cart and grabbed herself a bottled water.
“Crisp” Nick grinned.
“Of course” Geet rolled her eyes knowing his love for crisps came from her sister who was munching on them a lot over the last few months since she learned about her 3rd pregnancy.
“Pass him a cheese and onion crisp” Geet told Ashley.
After Ashley and Sophia had served their row, they moved forward serving the next passengers. Geet opened up the packet of crisps for her nephew then unscrewed the lid of her bottle, her lid however accidentally fell out of her hands rolling over to the side just as another air stewardess walked pass nudging her elbow unknowingly. The lid had rolled to a stop by Maan’s feet.
She turned her head to look at him and he averted his eyes immediately.
“Maan” she called.
Maan cursed his eyes for staring at her, what the hell was wrong with him? He turned his face towards her trying to seem nonchalant but it was so difficult. He was trying to seem invisible as he sat in the airline, but with her so close…he found himself staring at her.
“Would you be able pass the bottle lid? It’s rolled over” she asked.
He looked down and noticed that the lid was indeed near his feet, he bent down reaching for the lid and straightened, he held it out for her. Electric currents sizzled through him awakening his every desire as her fingers touched his skin as she took the lid.
“Thanks” Geet sipped her flavoured water, she hadn’t ignored how his skin heated. She noticed the shudder when her fingers touched him, she took another gulp glancing at the corner of her eyes, he was now looking away.
She hadn’t missed the glances she had received over the last few months, she certainly wasn’t blind to someone attracted to her. She had seen many times with her dates, the soft look in their eyes and the eyes focused. His eyes softened and focused whenever she had noted him watching her. She had ignored it, he averted his eyes each time and looked away from meeting her eyes. She just hadn’t thought he’d feel attracted to her, not after their first initial meeting at her house.
Savitri had stolen glances over where her husband had sat down, then looked at Nick and Geet. She was going to sit besides her husband however Nick had ran in and sat there, and ‘saved’ the seat beside him for his Gigi. She looked distastefully when Geet had crossed her leg over the other, her bare thighs and knees exposed to everyone close to her.
She didn’t seem to notice the sort of attention she was drawing to herself, had Geet been brought up properly, she would’ve been aware of the men sitting around her and covered herself properly. It also didn’t escape her notice, the tattoo that adorned her forearm.
Back in her days, she hadn’t ever worn a kameez that came above her knees. Since she married her husband, she had been wearing sarees with the full blouse that covered her completely, she believed her body was only for her husband to see. It wasn’t there for the rest of the world to see, she had been instilled with that belief from her young age.
“Where are you going?” Geet asked Sean as he walked by.
“Just heading to the toilet” he answered.
“Hi daddy” Nick looked up grinning. “Santa called me son” he pointed to Gaurav, “Are you going to shout at him now? You said you’re going to…”
“Okay, that’s enough from you boo boo” Geet covered his mouth looking at her brother in law, “Clearly he has a knack for talking, doesn’t surprise me seeing as you’re the father”.
Sean shrugged, “Hey, at least he’s honest”.
“What’s Tara doing?”
“She’s nodded off with Theresa in her arms” he told her, “I’ll catch you in a bit, I need the toilet” he excused himself walking away.
Geet knotted her gown, drying her hair she scrunched it up into a bun and walked out of the bedroom inhaling the aromatic cooking smell coming from the kitchen.
“What are you making?” she questioned pausing by the doorway, she perused her boyfriend from behind, he had taken his t-shirt off, his dark jeans rode low on his hips revealing his toned abs and V that she so loved.
“Salt and pepper chicken with stir fry noodles” he glanced over arching his brows noticing how she leaned against the doorframe only dressed in a navy coloured gown.
“Come here, Pearson” he lowered the flame and turned around. “I don’t think I kissed you a proper welcome”.
Geet smiled walking over, her hands instantly going to his shoulders and tilting her head back allowing him to kiss her deeply.
“Kartik doesn’t believe we won the award back in 2015” Shaira walked over leaning against the seats and looked at Geet.
“I didn’t say that” Kartik walked over piping in.
“He scoffed” Zarina called out laughing.
Geet arched her brows, “Are you doubting my firm, kid?” she questioned.
“Can you stop calling me kid? At least don’t call me that in front of my family” Kartik looked embarrassed, his cheeks heated. It didn’t help that he had a baby face.
“It suits you, son” Gaurav chuckled.
“He, your daddy?” Nick looked up from his tablet hearing the word son again and looked at Kartik.
“No, I don’t know him” Kartik answered shaking his head.
“Why you call everyone son?”
“It’s like a name” Geet informed, “Like how you call me boo boo nicely, he says son”
“I don’t like son” Nick looked at Gaurav, “You call me Nick, or… or pumpkin like Papa Neels calls Gigi. I never be called Pumpkin”.
“Pumpkin?” Kartik snickered.
“Something wrong with that? Kid” she emphasised.
“No, no..” Kartik shook his head biting back his smile, it didn’t last long he laughed.
“Boo boo, I sometimes don’t like you” Geet looked down at her nephew, she excused herself heading down the aisle to go to the toilet.
The door opened suddenly, startled she stepped back only to have a wrist catch her and stop her from stumbling back, she stepped forward trying to stop her own self from falling.
She felt herself colliding full frontal with another body, their eyes drew to one another…
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