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(Part 30)
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Part 31
Then she gets up and washes her hands
She comes back and asks:
G- Are you okay with a face mask?
M - What's a face mask?
Geet explains.
She had sheet masks and premade gel masks. Or her special blend of few ingredients that she mixes to create a face pack type mask.
M - Which one should I go for?
Geet leans in close. Lifts his chin, turns his face left and right.
Totally professional. No secretly touching just for sake of touching.
G - Hmmmm your skin is nice... you don't need any... but I would recommend my homemade blend.
M – Alright. Use that then.
G - It's a bit floral smelling though.
M - I like flowers.
Geet shrugs.
If people smell flowers on him later today. He better not blame her.
First, she puts a stretchy cloth hairband to keep his hair away.
Then, she quickly makes the face pack paste and applies it to his face.
She instructs him not to speak for next 15 mins or the mask will crack.
And then adds 2cucumber slices over his eyes as nostalgic touch.
While his face pack was on, she gives him a cursory head and neck massage.
Too much would disturb the cucumber slices. So, a short 5 min massage.
Then she tells him to relax and checks on the lunch.
Everything is pretty much ready.
She had made some pizza dough and already assembled the toppings.
Now she just puts it in the oven to start cooking.
She lays out the cutlery.
Once face pack dries up. She gently wipes it off his face.
Removes the headband. And tells him to take a shower. While she prepares the food.
Maan who usually had a million things to say was unusually quiet throughout and obediently listened to everything.
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Maan takes a quick bath and changes back into the clothes he had come in.
By the time he comes out, Geet cleans up the impromptu spa materials and lays out the food.
They both sit down and start eating.
Maan complements her on the food and then thanks her for the spa.
G - Glad you enjoyed it.
M - Hmm it was quite relaxing. Just what I needed
He grins and winks at her.
She laughs back.
Both knew his mental trauma was fake. But both played along.
G- One thing though…now that everyone knows you are a married and then I go with you to the annual company ball. Wouldn't people make a connection? Don't get me wrong. I am not trying to get out of it. Just a bit concerned.
M - Don't worry about it. These people think too much so it's going to be quite the opposite. They will most probably deduce you are a close insider with my wife and that's why as a safe choice you have accompanied me to the party.
G -Really? That’s a bit far-fetched logic.
M - …..That is what they will conclude.
G - Hard to believe...
Maan puts away his cutlery and looks at Geet turning serious.
M. - They will. Coz everyone knows your background. No one will think I will marry you. A nobody with nothing to her name and no significant family as her backing.
Geet is shocked at his blunt words.
Maan sighs.
He didn't want to say all this.
M - This is the truth. And this is what they will think. But I don't think this way. Those who only look at current position but not the potential are fools. Everyone starts at zero, and you have also just started spreading your wings. It's wrong to judge and quantify your achievements against a conglomerate or against a person who has already been working for 10 years. So, I don't think you are a nobody. Also, I don't need to sell myself as a son in law to a rich family. Neither do I need to buy a rich daughter in law. So, your family background; I don't care about it. They can be rich, poor, middle class. It's all the same.
G- You really think I have potential? What if I don't?
M – Well. Then you can open a spa. I give you 5-star rating.
Geet smiles.
He really didn't care.
And it's plausible. She has seen the tax returns. He really won't know what to with more money.
Both resume eating forgetting the ugly topic.
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M - When are you leaving for you next assignment?
G - The next evening after your annual ball party.
M. - Any breaks in between?
G - Don't know…maybe I'll come back after a month.
M - Hmm try to come back if you can.
He likes seeing her, spending time with her.
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Both finish the meal and sit in front of the TV.
Geet sees clip of Maan's interview once again being broadcasted on an entertainment news channel.
G - Hey. I have a question.
M - What?
G - What's with all the ‘My Wife this’, ‘My wife that’, ‘dear wife’ stuff, huh?
She pokes him with her elbow.
G- Hmm? What's up with that?? Hm hmm?
M - Since I can't take your name what other choice do I have?
Geet looks at him with narrowed suspicious eyes.
G- Really?
M -Yes. Absolutely.
G - Okay... then what's up with the 'my dear' this morning when you came in?
She asks raising an eyebrow.
M - That was just to rile you up. For fun
He answers after a moment of glancing at her.
G- Just to annoy me?
Maan nods his face brimming with sincerity.
G - Then why do you want to annoy me so much all the time??!!
M - Ah....
A smile lights up his face
M - It's...a. ... it's fun.
G - Not for me.
M – Well. You can try to annoy me back for fun.
G - I am not a meanie like you to do such things. I’ll just cut off your baked goodies supply instead.
She says with a mischievous grin.
M - Hey Hey Hey!! It's okay. Go ahead be mean. No need to torture a man's stomach.
He says playing along.
G – No. No. I think it's perfect way to get back.
M - My dear, don't be like that. C'mon.
W - Again with the dear! You really don't want them. I get it.
Maan looks at her mournfully while playing along.
He pats her head.
M – Okay. I promise not to call you any cute names. Don't be mean to me, please?
Geet contemplates the sincerity and his promise keeping the track record.
G - Fine. You are on probation for a month. If you behave, I’ll make you stuff. I will even bake fresh cake for you.
M - Deal
He gives her a genuine ear to ear happy grin.
Geet nods and closes her eyes under the head pats, which somehow always relax esher into sleeping.
Seeing her fall asleep, he covers her with a blanket.
Cleans up the food and drinks quietly and then leaves the apartment.
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