MG SS: TE AMO - CHAPTER 3 UPDATED PG 7 -- 21-APR-2014

Edited by GurtiWonderland - 9 years ago

Character Sketch

Maan singh Khurana : 30 years old, eligible bachelor and big Casanova , Very successful business man as well No. 1 car racer who owns a multimillion Motor Racing Company. His personal life and Family is one big mystery.

Geet Handa: 25 Years old, Orphaned at the age of 10. Grew up in Orphanage until she reached 18. Music is her life force and she can't live without her guitar. She is very successful singer & guitarist and works at five star hotel band as a Singer/ guitarist as an entertainer. She lives with her best friend Monika seth who is also a musician and works with geet at Hotel band.

Devika Shetty: 27 years old Super Model, On & Off girlfriend of MSK.

Other Characters are revealed later on as the story goes on.

Edited by GurtiWonderland - 10 years ago

~Chapter 1~

MAAN SINGH KHURANA, Delhi's most eligible Bachelor and The king of Race; roared into the headset, knowing he'd half deafen his crew members who were listening.

"She is Hot man," he yelled, feeling the grab of the tires,

the tightness of tail. He accelerated into Turn Three at the Speedway in track, pulling the wheel hard left, hanging on to control as he fought for more speed. A glance at the oversize tachometer told him the engine was cooperating.

M'ville was his favorite track. He always did well here. Being a Delhi boy, it was important for him to win in Sunday's race for a lot of reasons. Today's training run was feeling good. The team members were working together like magic.

The run of bad luck they'd suffered recently was about to end. He loved race week in delhi, culminating in the big race. Sunday is the death race, at any cost he have to win the race.

He owned this course, and anybody who wanted to try and take him better be ready to do serious battle.

Then he felt the speed fall away as though somebody'd turned off the ignition.

"Arggh! f**king no!" he yelled, as a multicolored blur of cars zoomed past him like a swarm of bees. It was only a practice to make sure everything was running smoothly, but it was clear that things on the MSK team weren't going smoothly at all.

After they'd towed the car into the huge garage, by the hauler that housed a second race car and all the tools and spare parts they might need, Mercy, his crew chief, slapped him on the back. "shaayad fuel line damage huwa hoga, MK, Sunday takk hum teek karadenge."

Maan nodded. He didn't bother saying anything. Every one of the glum faces on the team reflected his own expression. Luck, They really needed some luck.  Preferably the good kind.

As usual, even though it was only a practice, loads of fans were out, a number of them gorgeous young women. Maan didn't quite know how the young women had suddenly decided stock car racing was sexy, but he wasn't complaining. To Maan, they made his job a lot more interesting.

There was at least a 8 dozen of college girls crowding him now as he made his way to the garage, but he didn't mind. They all had long hair and bare legs. some bared their legs with little bitty skirts, and some wore butt-hugging shorts, and unless he learned their names he'd have trouble telling them apart.

A girl who wore a T-shirt read MSK, the King of NASCAR told him her name was Shaaeen. "Where y'all from, girls?" he asked as he gave autographs on a  ball cap with his number"4"on it. Some women gave him a hard time for using terms like girls, but he wasn't going to stop. Political correctness was so complicated he'd pretty much given up trying to figure it out. "We are from Nagpur" she said,

"Long way from home."

"humsab specially aapko dekhne aaye hain MK," she said, as she'd no doubt say to any other driver she could stop. "Are you going to win on Sunday?"

"Sweet Heart" he said, "I am going to do my very best."

Then he posed for a photo with the bunch of them and took the next item shoved under his nose. As he signed a copy of today's newspaper, he wondered idly how many bedrooms had his picture tacked up on the wall and shrugged.

Who could figure celebrity?

He made sure all the kids got an autograph, and then with a final wave and a "thanks, Guys.Ummhaa" giving a flying kisses and waving his hand at the crowd he walked past the guards and back into the garage where his crew was already crawling over his car like ants over picnic leftovers.

"Hey, MK," Mercy said. "Hum sabb crew member's dinner keliye bahar jarahey hain. ?"  giving a cheeky smile "aur Boozing ka bhi intizaam kiya hain, wanna join?"

"Can't. I'm going to a wedding."

"Who do you know getting married in Delhi ?" Mercy asked.

"Devika."

Mercy blinked slowly. "You're going to your ex's wedding?"

"It's kind of a tradition. I've been to all of them."

He and Mercy had known each other for years. His crew chief regarded him with eyes that had worked on metal so long they'd taken on the color of steel.

Devika, his ex, had gone on TV twice now claiming he and she were getting back together. Both times it had come as a big surprise to Maan. Probably a bigger surprise to the poor she was set to marry tonight.

"I've got it covered."

"tumne usse jaane kyu diya?"

He thought about it. "I wasn't much of a boyfriend type, Devika, she deserve someone better than me and I can't give her what she wants.. who am I to blame her?"

"MK, she wants you back."

"Not going to happen."

Edited by GurtiWonderland - 10 years ago

wow!! after a long time..
Good to c u back.. Great start..!!

nice start...
good to see u back

GOOD TO SEE YOU BACK ROSE

~Chapter 2~

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Maan pulled his brand new blue Rolls Royce Phantom infront of delhi's most famous and expensive 5 star hotel "Palash" looking at the rear mirror.

The vault came running towards the car and stood bowing, stepping out of his car maan threw the car keys towards the vault giving his killer smile "Take good care of my baby doll"..Vault smile at him scratching his head. Maan took out 500 bucks from his wallet and shoved into vault's pocket.

Maan took a high chair in bar sipping at his orange juice observing the bar ambiance. Maan took out his cell to make a call to his friend and manager of the hotel to ask about the wedding reception venue. After the call he looked at his watch for one last time and got up to leave but suddenly turned his head back to look at the stage and forgot to breath. His eyes fell on the most beautiful girl who was setting up her guitar and testing chords for very first song of the day she is going to sing. Maan slowly walked towards the stage like he was hypnotized by this serine sensual girl. Her eyes are so beautiful like he have never seen. Her long dark brown curly hairs where scattered around her neck making her look more sensual and alluring.

His eyes followed her perfect curves, "hmm.. perfect"..her strapless black short gown  has wrapped her figure like a second skin making her curves look more prominent. His thoughts were disturbed when a hoots and whistles started and then he saw how each and every men in this hall looking at his girl.. "His?" when did she become his. When did he become a possessive bas***d. He tried to think when did he became this possessive with his all ex's but the answer is none. Not even devika..he never felt these kind of emotions with her or anyone but why now.

For god sake he didn't even know her name.  And then he heard a most sexiest voice he ever heard.."Hey kaash, kaash yun hota..Har shaam saath tu hota ...Chup-chaap dil na yun rota...Har shaam saath tu hota" Geet tried her best not to quack. She is very nervous..This is her very first performance in five star hotels. All the people in this hall are very rich and influenced people. Until now she used to sing infront of local people in low grade clubs, infront of orphanage children..and at her friend's band. Never she dreamed about singing infront of these many people and that too very rich. "Guzara ho tere bin guzara ab mushqil hai lagta...Nazara ho tera hi nazara ab har din hai lagta" Money was never so important for her..she has learnt that lesson at the very young age...but to survive in this world she has to make some tough decisions. And singing in this five star hotel is one among them. 

All kinds of people comes to five star hotel ..specially from music world .celebrities ..singers...music composers. Her main aim is to become a good play back singer but singing in low grade clubs, not-so-famous band won't make her dream come true. Monika, co-guitarist nudged her to come back to this world and continue her singing... "Hale dil tujhko sonata...Dil agar yeh bol pata...Bakhuda tujhko hai chahta jaan" ..Geet looked at the crowd who were listening her song ..dumbfound..each one's eyes were on her... "Tere sang jo pal bitaata...Waqt se main woh maang laata...Yaad karke muskuraata haan...Woo oo .."

Maan thought maybe adi is talking about some other singer...he wasn't so happy about adi talking to his girl..Adi "I heard Miss. Handa singing and I want to talk with her...gotta ask her whether she will sing in the reception.." maan was about to ask which one, Adi "Excuse me maan ! "and saw adi approaching Geet ...who was packing her instruments and talking animated with moni. Maan fisted his palms and immediately called adi..but he was already infront of geet asking her to sing in a reception. But geet instantly denied and reasoned that she have made plans for tonight.

 Maan made his way towards Geet making every band in hall to gasp and geet was one of them...Geet's voice stuck in her throat when she saw the GREAT MSK...her personal Dhak Dhak ..Approaching. ..MAAN wore his Racing jacket over black turtle neck sweater on faded black jeans..geet never seen him in person..Expect in TV and news paper.. 

She tried to form a word but couldn't say anything...her jaws are dropped when maan extended his hand to shake her hand...Maan ."Hi...My name is MAAN?" took her cold hand in his hand feeling the smooth texture of her delicate skin ...her mild natural perfume teasing his senses...he slightly squeezed her hand without breaking the eye contact...Geet thought she might be dreaming ..no way she can have too many good things happening in a single day.. geet couldn't break the eye contact...maan smirked himself knowing his charming effect on girls. Maan "May I know the name of this gorgeous girl" bringing her hands to his lips to kissed on back of her hand. Geet's forgot to breath..moni nudged her to speak..moni "G..breath" ..Geet meekly "G-G-Geet.. "..

.Maan "Such a gorgeous name for a gorgeous girl who possess a gorgeous voice.. Geet...hmmm"...Geet felt her heart skip a beat when she heard her name from his mouth...very slowly maan said near her ears .. "Like a song of my life"..so that just could hear it..Geet definitely thought she is dreaming...Adi interrupted "Miss. Geet...Please think about this again ...They are ready to pay your band double, it's very urgent.. at the moment you are the best possible option we have...we have less time and we would have called another band but due to time constraint its highly impossible..."

 "Monika suddenly asked "How much? " Adi " 2 lakhs + bonus" ..monika's voice stuck in her throat "What?...2 L-L-Lakhs.." Adi "If that's not enough ... I will talk with their organizer" Adi said looking at maan as if he is pleading "And Mr. Khurana can arrange your whole band a free passes to his upcoming Kawasaki International Race" then geet said "I will sing in the reception...but" making maan to wonder whether he is wrong to pursue her..he knew money is very crucial thing in life ..he thought geet is no different from others...but geet's next answer made him to change his opinion about her..Geet "but if I were to sing alone I wouldn't have asked for the fee but I have other members in band..so, no require of double pay or the bonus..Whatever fee was offered for the previous band..That's fine with us + plus free passes" blushingly geet said to adi.

 Adi left a relief breath..his job is spared no fear of losing it... Maan was speechless...for no reason he just wanted to hug her ..kiss her...he wanted to say that her answer made him happy..how proud of her..he whispered her name once again "Geet.." like she is the song of his life yet some thing was stopping him ..he ignored it ..anyways ...he is only interested in lust... nothing matters to maan singh khurana...

Monika said to adi bringing maan out of his trail of thoughts. Monika "we all agree with geet and will be there..where is the reception taking place and what kind of songs they prefer..do let us know in prior.." Adi "Ok we will take a leave now...please be there on time...you have half an our tops..meet you there...and all the best to you all.." Adi had to drag maan from there..maan kept looking back at geet ..and even geet was doing the same...Maan said to geet before stepping out of the hall "See you soon Geet"...

monika was watching all these and warned geet to be careful with her heart...and how maan dump girls like cloths and he can only lust you ...but can't love you..."Kahi...tumhey unsey pyaar na hojaye"..then geet replied back wiping her tears remembering how her mother suffered in so called love .. "Never ...never"

 

@Reception

 

Pre-cap :  Geet "Can you keep up?...Baby boy, make me lose my breath...Bring the noise, make me lose my breath..Hit me Hard, make me lose my breath (Hah Hah)...Can you keep up? "

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Geet " My Lips wants to feel your burning skin..to get them warmed.."

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Edited by GurtiWonderland - 10 years ago

i just came acorrs this story and read two parts
story is interesting
maan is casanova ..
geet is orphan
maan saw geet and started feelig something different
eagerly waiting for the next part

simply amazing
loved it

maan was fida at first sight