Geet tried to walk
again but she was pulled back again. She was annoyed by the fact that Maan was
trying to hold her back.
"Mere
haat chodiye," Geet said in between stifling her tears. There was no reply. She
again repeated a little louder and yanked her hand away. She heard a loud tear
and was shocked to find her shirtsleeves ripped away. Maan also looked
curiously for the cause of the noise. Geet realized that Maan had not held her
but it was the stupid table and in the process her shirt was caught and now she
had a torn shirt to take care of. Could the day get any better she thought
cursing her ill luck and blaming her Muruga. First her boss orders her to make
coffee and chides her for its ill taste and next thing she knows is she has
ripped her shirtsleeves right in front of the man whom she despised. Tears were
carelessly running down her cheek while she violently tried to wipe them away.
She tried fixing her sleeves by trying to hold them together somehow so that
she wouldn't make a fool out of herself walking through the office with torn
sleeves.
Geet's
failed attempts caught the attention of Maan. He was initially amused at the
sight but quickly felt pity on seeing Geet's tears roll down incessantly. He
did want to make her pay for her rude behavior but not at the expense of her
dignity. He pulled out his blazer got up from his seat and pulled out his
blazer hanging behind his chair. He extended the blazer to her in the hope she
would accept it.
Geet
shot an angry glare at him. He first insults her and now he thinks he could
make it up by donating his blazer generously. She wondered whether Maan Singh
Khurana born to be selfish or was he an epitome of selfishness. Her cheeks
burned with anger for him evaporating the tears that were continuously rolling
down her cheeks.
"Aap
zyaada smart mat baniyega," she spat angrily, "you cannot salve the situation
by offering your blazer, this shirt ripped because of you, so unless you ask
sorry I am not going to leave you."
"Hello,
excuse me? This shirt ripped because of your carelessness, and I was kind
enough to offer you my blazer so that you don't have to face embarrassment when
you walk around the office," Maan said folding his hands on his chest. "Stop
acting like a little kid, take this blazer, and get back to your work, I have a
lot of work to do," he said again offering the blazer again.
"Nahi,
aap ke wajah se hui hai, you have to ask sorry," she said as a fresh set of
tears rolled down.
"Arre,
kamal ki ladki hai, stop irritating me and I am not going to ask sorry for no
reason," he said with an annoyed look on his face.
"Aapko
kehna hai kehna hai, samjhi aap?" she said bawling like a little kid.
Fearing
Geet would create a scene he clapped his hands together and placed it on top of
his head, "I am sorry meri ma," he said shaking his head. "Ab hogaya sorry,
phir se nahi kahoongi, take this blazer and please get back to your work."
"Hm!
Antha bayam irukkatum (May you have that fear of me)," Geet said wiping away
her last tears.
"Kya
kaha tumne? Yeh baar baar kya bak bak karti rehti ho?" he asked annoyed by her
incomprehensible mumbling.
"Nahi,
kuch nahi," she said trying to cover up. She swiftly grabbed his blazer and
wore it. It was a little loose on the ends and the sleeves were too long for
her. She neatly folded them and adjusted it to cover her petite figure.
Geet
walked to the door when she heard Maan, "by the way you are welcome." She
looked back at him puzzled by his statement. She quickly realized she never
said thank you for the blazer. But then again, it was his mistake he was trying
to correct, so there was no necessary for thanking him.
"Mr.
Khurana aap ne galti ki toh obviously you had to make it up," she shrugged. "So
I am not going to thank you for no reason."
Maan
was taken aback by her nonchalant reply and in the place of pity, anger boiled
in him. He was nice enough to offer his blazer and here she was defending
herself and refraining from even saying thanks. He had come down to her level
and told her sorry for no mistake of his. Sorry, the word that never existed in
Maan Singh Khurana's dictionary came into existence today. He was angry with
himself for letting his guard down and offering to help this egoistic and
stubborn girl. She was rare combination of strangeness and insanity mixed
together.
Geet
walked out of the cabin sighing in relief, as she was afraid of walking out of
her boss's cabin in torn clothes. What would people think of her and her
character? He was very rude in insulting her coffee making skills. She had
carefully followed his instructions and for the first time coffee did look
amazingly look good and he just spat his mouthful! It was her first time making
coffee, appreciating the act was far off but his rude behavior was uncalled
for. She was hurt and on top of that her shirtsleeves ripped increasing her
embarrassment on her first day of work. Muruga! She screamed mentally cursing
the day's events.
Geet
walked back to her cabin as discreetly as possible to avoid gaining attention
of the staff of her tear stricken face and the unfit blazer. She slipped into
her cabin when Pinky walked in to give her a file from Sasha. Pinky saw Geet's
distraught face and huge blazer that adorned her petite figure. She eyed Geet
curiously but a wave of concern washed her face when she saw Geet's tear
stricken face.
"Geed!
Entha? (what)," Pinky asked with concern, "is anything bothering you?"
"No
Pinky, I am fine," Geet said straitening her hair and wiping away the last
streak of tears on her face. Pinky noticed a part of Geet's sleeve hanging down
the blazer and came near her to take a closer look at it. To her horror she
found Geet's robe torn through the large blazer that failed to conceal the
tear.
"Ente
Guruvayurappa! Why is your robe torn Geet?" Pinky asked aghast.
"Woh
woh," Geet stammered trying to find a good reason.
"Geed
please don't hesitate with me, I am like a good friend to you, please do tell
me what happened I shall see if I can be of any help," Pinky said earnestly.
Geet
saw pure concern in Pinky's voice and narrated the day's events suppressing
herself from breaking down again. Pinky listened to Geet's woeful narration
while constantly assuring her everything would be fine. And then Geet narrated
how Maan offered his blazer to help her cover her ripped sleeves and while she
was saying, Pinky was pleasantly surprised by his act.
"Oh!
Maan o? DD gave his blazer, gave HIS blazer," she blinked with uncertainty.
Geet
stopped her narration and looked puzzled at dreamy eyed Pinky. "Haan, he gave
me his blazer," she finished unsure of Pinky's reaction.
"Ayyo
Guruvayurappa! I so wish I were in your place today. Agar main tumhari jagah me
hoti na, toh, irukki anaichu oru umma tharu!" Pinky said hugging her arms
together.
"What?"
Geet asked not sure what Pinky meant.
"Oh!
Sorry I meant gale milkar ek chumma deta," Pinky said again lost in her world.
"Abachaaram
abachaaram (disgusting!)" Geet retorted at the mere thought of kissing Mr.
Jellyfish Singh Khurana.
"Tujhe
pata hai Geed, he never usually goes out of the way to help anyone. He keeps
his relation purely professional and never does anything too personal. This is
the first time he has helped personally. So you should really thank that he
saved you from embarrassment," Pinky said thoughtfully.
"What
do you mean never helps?" Geet questioned.
"Well,
to tell you the truth he always keeps people at bay and never allows them to
come near him. But why he does that, enikki ari illa (don't know)," Pinky said her
shoulders. "Anyway Geed, I came to give you this file, its from Sasha ma'am,"
she said handing over the file to Geet. "But I still think you should thank him
for his gesture," she reminded while exiting the Geet's cabin.
Geet
reflected on Pinky's suggestion of thanking Maan. It was nice of him to offer
his blazer to save her from embarrassment but that was his responsibility
right, she argued within herself. Maan had made her cry and as a result while
turning around her sleeve ripped, so he deserved no thanks, she convinced
herself. Yet in the corner of her mind, the thought of thanking Maan lurked,
but she quickly brushed away the thought and decided maybe she would give him a
brief thank you when she returned his blazer tomorrow.
Geet
finished up the day's work from her cabin and avoiding walking around the
office too much in case she caught her colleague's unwanted attention. She
headed out in the evening out of Khurana Constructions hoping to catch a taxi
back home so that Arjun would not come to know of today's events and fret over
her. As she walked out of the building she was surprised to see Arjun's car
waiting for her in the parking lot. "Ayyo Muruga! Ithu thevaya? (Was Arjun
coming here necessary)," she said hitting her head in frustration. Sooner or
later Arjun would find her sleeves ripped and would certainly question her
about it. And no amount of cajoling would work, as he would definitely extract
the truth from her. Praying that he wouldn't deny her working she slipped into
the car.
"Hi
Ammulu**," he said turning around but stopping midway looking at her wearing a
strange blazer and flustered face. A range of expression played in his face
starting from curiosity to worry and then anger. Geet had feared just that, she
didn't want him angry.
"Would
you care to explain?" he said gravely.
"Arjun,
please, first calm down, shaant ho jao," she said trying to pacify him, "its
nothing like you think."
"Tum pehle batao why did you cry and why
do you look all disheveled? Why are you wearing this blazer?" he said with
growing concern for her. "And please do not try to hide anything from me. You
very well know I shall come to know the truth sooner or later."
Geet
sighed, what he said was absolutely right, she couldn't hide anything from him.
He cared too much for her and he would definitely find out what happened. And
she didn't want him to find out from another source; she would rather herself
tell him and prevent if not maximum outburst at least some amount of his
outburst on the situation. She hesitantly narrated the events of the day while
constantly assuring him that she was fine.
Arjun's
blood boiled as he heard her narrate her boss' misbehavior and he clenched his
fist in response to her narration. How dare her boss hurt her Ammulu, he might
be the MD of Khurana Constructions but he had to know how to behave with others.
Even before Geet could finish her narration, Arjun angrily turned to leave the
car and scare the daylights out of this man named Maan Singh Khurana, the
so-called boss. Geet quickly stopped him and pulled him back, fearing dire
consequences.
"Arjun
please meri baat to suno, I am fine, really, dekho mujhe kuch bhi nahi hua,"
she said, "Please do not do anything rash."
Arjun
was not going to give up too soon, "That man needs to know how to behave with
woman," he said with clenched teeth.
"Haan
Arjun but violence is not the solution, socho agar tum abhi usko maroge to
unnecessarily it'll become police case, and situation will just worse," Geet
said trying to reason with Arjun.
"I
bloody don't care, he has hurt you and he deserves no less than my wrath," Arjun
said with blood shot angry eyes.
"Arjun
please, mere khatir, you can't do anything stupid like bashing him up, promise
karo," she said pleading.
Arjun was caught between her word and
his fury; he couldn't do anything against her word. "Maan Singh Khurana, tumhe
chodungi nahi, meri Geet ka dil dukhaya hai, I shall make sure you pay dearly
for it," he vowed in silence. Geet managed to calm Arjun down, she silently
sighed in relief that what she feared didn't happen. Arjun banged his steering
wheel at his helplessness to anything to the man who hurt his Geet and
complained that she always tied his hands up in the name of "mere khatir". He warned
that if he came to know anything similar happen to her, he would not spare Maan
even if Geet were against it.
Geet was happy that Arjun didn't resort to violence
and had let go of the matter. She made sure she never mentioned her boss was
the same man she met on plane else the double dose of his act of cruelty would
cost his life and her dream! They drove back in silence while Geet wondered
what the coming days would bring her.
**Ammulu is a common pet name. Arjun addresses Geet mainly as Ammulu or Geet but teases her as Bambaai Maami.
alright here is the next part. i know all u people were eagerly wanting to see who was at the door whether it was Maan or mehMaan 😆 sry i had to get on with the past how long could we let Geet hanging by Maan's desk 😛 so please dont throw chappals at me promise in the next 2 updates u'll kno who it is😉
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