Chapter 10

sanjeevani09

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PART 9

It was 10.05 pm the stop clock went on. All the hustle in the house died. It was pin drop silence. Geet had found a place near the staircase to hide behind a big vase from where she could see every movement in the hall.

In the screeching silence she heard footsteps at a steady pace approaching the main door. Without even a knock the door was opened by nakul, head staff. The footsteps didn't even pause for the door to open...it seemed like a well rehearsed parade to her. Black polished shoe still shining as if polished 1min ago was visible to her. She moved her gaze up...Black formal trouser on long legs, crisp white shirt and black vest coat well fitted on his toned body. The shirt didn't show a single wrinkle, it seemed freshly ironed and not used for whole day. His face had no marks of tiredness. Hair gelled to its place and he looked as if going to office right now. This was not what geet was used to her tayaji and papaji seemed more tired and dress crumpled when they came back in evening. If they were old then veerji was young. When he came back from his business he also seemed so tired, shirt wrinkled, and ofcourse angry. Maan didn't seem angry to her only serious.

She realised how handsome he was....his body was toned and she cud feel his muscles flex as he walked. #geet jhali kya dekh rahi hai....yaad rakh kal isne tujhe data tha...geet was in awe of maan and his authority'his walk was so steady and sexy. Uff she was just admiring his physical attributes. His deep voice broke her self thought.

Maan ' Khana lagao.

His face didn't change its expression to a slightest. He was talking to nakul but never looked towards him and walked past her to the bedroom.

Nakul served the soup....maan had a few spoons and finished it quietly and then odered him to give some other dish.

Maan ' nakul...he said sternly...ye thanda kyu hai? Tumne kab banaya ise? Kya karte ho tum log din bhar....ab to daadi bhi nahi hai to khana bhi nahi banaoge thik se.

He just got up from the table and left.

#geet- felt sad when he left food unfinished. Bechara bhooka rah gaya....gusse mein khana chorne ki kya jaroorat thi...itne dishes thi kuch aur kha leta. Kharoos....soup mein namak kam tha to bhi pi gaya aur vo dish to abhi bana tha kitna thanda hoga...bewakuf kharab khana kha liya aur acha chor gaya...but then she marked saare servants data khane k bad bhi ye kah rahe the ki aaj sir ne khaya nahi...they all are too loyal to maan thats y they are feeling so sad for him. Maan influences their life differently...what is that even when he scolded them in worst pitch possible still they hv compassion for him....babaji ye aadmi paheli hai vo bhi supercomplicated.#

Now geet sneaked out of her hiding and to not gain suspicion went to the kitchen to get a glass of water.ice cream tempted her. She took scoops of ice cream in a bowl, loaded it with chocolate sauce, some fresh cut strawberries and went to her room. # how cud he resist eating icecream....this is just so wonderful. #

She entered her room. It was dark, she had switched off the light before going down. geet ' murmered ' pehle bowl table pe rakh do tb light jalaungi... she moved in darkness her eyes still not used to it. She saw a black shadow near the glass door of terrace. She lost her balance out of fear and just as she opened her mouth to scream. The shadow moved quickly and shut her mouth with fingers. He was too close to her. His long fingers crushing her lips. She tried to struggle with one hand as the other held the icecream bowl in between their chests.

Maan pushed geet to the wall so that he can switch on the lights. But geet started fighting with him. He held her free hand with his hand and stil closing her mouth. He brought his face really close to her that their faces cud brush each other and said firmly in low voice ' geet' Stop this. Geet was still struggling. She was so absorbed in his physical closeness and strong male scent that she cudnt recognize his voice or say hear it even. All was like greek to her'something said in hush tone. He pressed her body with his on the wall. He left her hand to switch on the light and geet struggled even more and in process turned the bowl......SLUSH the icecream spilled on both of them.....messing their clothes. Maan felt something cold and sticky flowing thru his shirt on his chest. Geet very well understood what was that' Lights on. Maan looked at himself......icecream smudged on his t shirt and the opening.. it slipped on his clean chest. He looked up at geet with anger. Geet's duppata was on the floor due to the scuffle. Her mouth wide open after realising it was maan. Icecream was spread all over her neck, the hem of the kurta and her curves were all covered in icecream. Curves had layers of icecream interwined with chocolate threads. Maan's gaze was set there for a moment longer than it should have. Geet marked this. She hurriedly picked her dupatta. Maan turned his gaze from her and turned back. There was grave silence in the room.

Geet opened the wardrobe and gave him a towel. And when he starts wiping himself she finally spoke.

Geet ' Aap yahan kya kar rahe hai?

Geet ' hey no offence but are u alright types....she turned her hand to show gay...u knw straight or that type....she tilted her head a bit.

dnt thrash me...........plzzzzzzzzz😭 for the delay in next update.