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Maan Singh Khurana believed in self-education.
When he was in junior KG he had taught himself how to push back any one of the bullies who dared to so much as touch him.
When he was seven, he taught himself not to cry when his parents died in a car crash.
When he was twenty-one, he had taught himself not to cry and get drunk when the girl he loved the most walked away from his life.
With painstaking effort he had worked his way up the corporate ladder before finally establishing Khurana Constructions as the most competent builders in the city. He had a team of qualified engineers and MBA graduates but everyone knew Maan was the real reason for the company's success.
But he could never teach himself how to stay with-oops, without Geet. If she had just been an ordinary pretty secretary he wouldn't have even looked at her. But Geet was different. She had that damsel-in-distress look in her which always awakened the chivalry in his heart.
Though he was not exactly willing to play knight to a princess who spoke more than 'Save Me!' when she was in the mood to.
When she had abruptly left the job, admist rumours she was a divorcee, he had breathed a sigh of relief. He could go back to acting himself again.
He hadn't counted on Geet appearing in front him though.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he yelled, angry and perplexed at the same time.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, hands on her hips. "If Savitri Aunty came to know that you are sleeping here-"
"Savitri Aunty? Who's that?"
"Oh wow, you don't even know the name of the person whose house you are sleeping in. And that also someone who is your most important client."
"Look, I know the names of all my clients by heart and there is no woman called Savitri who I know."
Geet sighed. "I always knew you were a bit weird...but this is the limit. Hello? This house belongs to Savitri Aunty."
"Geet, my grandmother is the one who owns this house."
"Oh..okay, I get it. You've become so close to her you consider her as your grandmother. That's sweet of you sir, but this outhouse is for employees, not for her fellow clients. But still, a guest is a guest."
Maan smacked his head. Who was this Savitri Aunty? And then he realized.
"Geet," he said, giving her a sweet smile-albeit with a dangerous look in his eyes, "my grandmother's name is Savitri Singh Khurana."
Geet looked at him, her jaws dropped.
Friends, the circle of life is very odd indeed. Not only did it conspire to make Maan and Geet meet each other, but it also conspired to make sure where Geet went, she would return to her past.
And then at the same time, both of them said, 'Dadi!!!"
Savitri Singh Khurana, on hearing their yelling, promptly pulled her blanket over her head and pretended to go to sleep.
They ran towards the main house, and Geet was about to go up the stairs when suddenly she noticed Maan standing outside, looking hesitant. For the first time Geet saw Maan look...weak.
"Oh ho, you are some shy bride doing grihapravesh or what? There is no kalash or anything here."
"Um," said Maan, regaining his composure, "Listen, lets not disturb Dadimaa. She must be sleeping...her old age is making her very tired."
Geet wanted to say, "How sweet!' but instead she folded her arms, and with her nose up in the air she said, "Fine, but tomorrow morning you will come to know the truth."
And she walked towards the outhouse.
Maan stared at her as she walked away, a strange feeling in his heart as he saw her take confident strides, determination in her chocolate brown eyes.
And that feeling was soon replaced by dread.
"Hey!" he screamed, and he ran after her. Giggling and squealing like a five-year old Geet ran too, eager to claim the room for herself. She could stay in any room in the outhouse, but in no way would she leave a place just to get rid of Maan Singh Khurana of all people. She had done it once, and had no intention of doing it again. She had her self-respect to think about.
If someone would have seen them, that person would have swore the two were mentally-challenged.
That's it guys! Sorry, can't write more, tutes in half an hour. Thanks again for the response! Love, Meg.