Maan comes down
to the breakfast table and all three instantly just chuckle. He gives them all
the death stare, and they all shut up.
He goes right past Geet not even looking at her direction and sits on
the chair. Geet watched his body
language through out and she could feel something was off. He hadn't once even looked at her.
She brings out
her arm to grab the pasta bowl saying, " Maan let me pour you some . . . "
" Koi zaroorat
nahi hai . . . I can get it myself", he says interrupting her and grabbing the
pasta bowl himself before Geet.
Again he didn't
even make eye contact with her and just starts eating the pasta.
Geet was getting
irritated now. "oh so Mr. Maan Singh Khurana khafa hai humse. Mujhe avoid karna chahta hai. . . We'll
just see about that", she slyly thought.
Daadima were watching these two from the sidelines and were giving each other
signals with their eyes as they softly chuckled at their antics.
takes her right foot out of her chappal and starts to rub it against Maan's
Maan drops his fork with the sudden rush of sensations that were running
through him. He looks over to Geet
who was putting up an innocent face and eating her food. Daadima and Vicky give him a weird look
and he blurts out a, " sorry" as he picks up his fork back up.
Geet wanted to burst out laughing but
she held it in, but then she got another wicked twinkle in her eyes. She takes
her foot again and this time runs it all the way up his inner thigh. Maan from the sudden shoot of
pleasurable desire up his leg, got pasta stuck in his throat and started to
Geet: Kya hua
Maan! Hear let me pour you some
She pours a
glass full of water and starts to come over to Maan, but along the way she acts
as if she trips and spills the glass of water all over Maan's pants.
"Oh my God! I am
so sorry Maan. I will clean it
She takes her
dupatta and starts dabbing it around his thigh and then pretends to
unintentionally move her hands around his manhood.
"Oh Sweet Lord"
Maan screamed inside his head trying to suppress the moans that wanted to rip
out from his throat. He was
getting bloody turned on! What the hell was she doing? That too in front of
Daadima and Vicky?!?!
"Geet" he says
trying to control and steady his voice so it didn't come out as a moan, as he
grabs both her hands.
Maan: Leave it. Don't
trouble yourself. I will just go change.
whispers only for him to hear," Kyun? Kuch kuch hota hai. . ." ,she winks and
goes back to her seat leaving a shocked Maan to fend with the desire flowing in
him all by himself.
Maan clears his
throat and says, " excuse me I am going to go change", while giving a glare to
beta we are done with breakfast. Once you are done come to the mansion the
pundit is here to tell us which date will be good to hold your wedding.
enlarge with happiness and with the corners of her eyes she looks at Maan, who
was also staring at her as if he was lost in her. Geet just blushes and lowers her eyes.
Vicky: Bhabi are
Geet nudges him
playfully with her hand and then says, " CHup! Khabar agar tum mujhe bhaabi
dobara kaha toh mujhse bura aur kohi nahi hoga".
Vicky does a
dramatic, " NAAHIII".
at him surprised.
" Daadi as if
Maan bhai wasn't enough of a zaalim singh khurana 'his future wife has already
turned to a Mrs. Zaalim singh khurana that too before marriage. Geet ki babaji please mera raksha karna
there will be two zaalims in the house'.mein toh gayi!" Vicky innocently whined
looking at the ceiling, but then bursts out laughing.
Both Geet and
Maan give him the death stare.
Vicky: See look!
They are both giving me the death stare.
Rab ne bana de jodi!
Chalo let's go", Daadi says while trying to control her chuckle.
Geet . . .You also go change as well . . .your dupatta is all wet and then both
of you join us.
Daadi and Vicky
walk out leaving Maan and Geet alone.
Before Geet could make any movement, she get's slammed against the wall. She keeps her eyes closed as maan's
breathe hovered over her collarbone and up her chin chilling her to the bone.
He moves the
strands of hair that was blocking her face and pushes it behind her ear. He brushes his lips over her cheek
until he reaches her ear and whispers, " So Mrs. Zaalim Singh Khurana mujhe
taang kar rahi ti! Itni himmat hai tumhari paas!"
Geet opens her
eyes and slides her index finger down the side of his face until she reaches
his chin and pulls it closer to her.
Her lips brushing around the edges of his lips and there breathes
mingling into one. She looks
straight into his eyes and says, " Himmat toh bahut hai. . . apka zaalimy
mujhse koi asar nahi karte! If I
were you I would be scared of this Mrs.Zaalim Singh Khurana. You know there is still time to back
out Mr. Khurana?
"Acha . . .is that
so!" he says grabbing both her arms and slamming them against the wall as he plants
kisses all the way up her neck and towards her lips. Geet plays hard to get and moves her face to the side.
oh my god
really? Thank you Geet! I will go tell my girlfriend the good news!", maan says
while turning around to head out the door.
Geet grabs his
hand and pushes him against the floor.
" Mein toh sirf mazaq kar rahi ti! But now the truth comes out! Kaun hai
woh! How dare she! Mera naam toh Mrs.Zaalim Singh Khurana hai . . .I will cut
her into pieces and feed her to the monkies!" she fumed on as she entrapped
both her arms around his chest as they laid against the ground.
But in a split
second Geet found herself rolling against the floor, and now Maan was on top.
Soniye! Kya nakhre tumhari! But
tell me you wouldn't do anything to me?
Geet: I know she
must have done something to you.
Some witch craft or something. . . because I know you would never hurt
and leave me! Maan and Geet are
two souls but one body.
Maan was losing
himself to her. He couldn't
believe the love and trust she had for him.
"Not even witch
craft would be able to separate me from you. I love you Geet! I love you so
much" he says kissing her forehead.
Geet: I love you
toward her plump pink lips as they were inviting him, except to Maan's surprise
she rolls out of his embrace and Maan opens his eyes to the white ground.
He looks up at
her , " What I don't even get a kiss? Not even after your zaalim torture
session at the breakfast table?
" nope! We are
already late. . . daadima is waiting for us" she giggles away up the stairs.
Maan looks up at
the sky, " Geet ki babaji. . . you are laughing at me and enjoying aren't you! Sigh!" he says going up the
stairs but a naughty sexy smirk comes on to his face, " Mrs.Zaalim Singh Khurana.
. . time to meet Mr.Zaalim Singh Khurana. You are going to have to pay up sweatheart" .