Bound by Honour|Updated Chapter 17 page 42 Updated 15th Sept - Page 9

Another great update! I’m glad Maan does not care about Sameera and is making sure that no one says anything to Geet. He is being a caring friend or husband even. I was hoping Maan was going to see a Geet in a bikini. Well we need the attraction to start ASAP, him getting jealous on top too, then lots of romance and hopefully head over heels in love with Geet by the time he returns from the honeymoon. At least then Sameera will not be able to manipulate him.

Amazing update.

Geet mother still favouring to sameera n how can she to geet like that.

It's good that maan spoke to geet mother n gave befitting reply n told not to bother geet from now onwards.

Maan threatens to geet mother in name of his dadi n that his dadi is capable is doing so.....

I think maan is still Remember sameera n feel sad.

Good that maan block sameera number.

Like the way maan teasing geet n they r making efforts to remove awkwardness.

Hope that this trip will make positive impact in their relationship.

Geets mother needed that dose from Maan . Hoping they get it from dadima soon . So mean they are .they forgot they were up for it that day . Already loving their nok jhok. Update fast fast . Can't wait for the story to unfold . Sam should be blocked only . Yay lovely update

So glad to see Maan have that talk with Geet’s mom!! And glad that he is making an effort to get out of that awkwardness..

Waiting to see how things turn out..

Awesome update maaneet are spending good time together, maan block sameera 's number, how can geet's mother only thinking about sameera she didn't even care about geet? She is also her daughter!! Maan told he she didn't stop pressuring geet then! Then she have to face his dadimaa's wrath

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geet's mother is cruel who only think of sameera

but maan warn her not to disturb geet in any way which my lead to exicute daadi's threat

both maan n geet enjoying their time together

Chapter 5

The next few days consisted of Geet and I going to excursions and spending the evening either relaxing in the garden or heading down to the beach or visiting the local shops surrounding the resort where we’d stayed at. We had gone out every evening to eat at different places as usual enjoying new foods and experiencing new things. Monica Arora did not call again after our last conversation and Geet seemed to relax and we both enjoyed our time together.

“Take a nice picture” Geet demanded as she stepped back and posed.

I chuckled and snapped a couple of pictures of her in several different poses.

Once I had taken a couple of solo photographs, I joined her side and we snapped a few selfies when another tourist offered to take pictures.

I placed my hand on the small of her back and she placed her hand around mine and we smiled for the camera. We thanked the tourist and Geet took the phone to check the pictures.

“Let’s go to the restaurant then you can continue scrolling” I told her as I started walking ahead. I stopped when I realised that she wasn’t following. She’d stopped and the smile that was on her face that had dipped down.

“Geet…” I called her in confusion.

She looked up at me, forced out a smile and swiped the gallery closed before handing me the phone. “I’m hungry” she muttered.

“Wait, what’s wrong?” I held her arm stopping her from going ahead.

“It’s nothing” she shook her head.
“It surely isn’t nothing, Geet. What is it?” I asked. “Did Sameera text something?” I unlocked my phone screen and checked the messages to see if she had sent a text from another unknown number. And she had.

Do you not remember us?

Attached was a photograph. Sameera had captured a selfie of resting her head on my chest and her hair spilled across me and our smiles radiant as we’d posed.

I deleted the picture, the message and blocked this number as well.

“Geet…”

“It’s fine, Maan” she cut me off before I could apologise or offer her anything to console her. “Let’s go, I’m hungry” she said as she walked ahead. I followed confused on how to stop Geet from being affected? I couldn’t apologise for my past. Sameera was my past. Had Sameera not been Geet’s sister then it would have probably been easier.

Geet and I entered the restaurant and were shown to a private booth. We sat down and were handed menus to peruse over for a moment. I couldn’t really concentrate and looked at Geet as she avoided meeting my eyes.

“Geet” I reached across for her hand.

“It’s fine, Maan” she responded pasting a smile at me. “It isn’t as if I am oblivious to you and Sameera” she added.

“No, but that doesn’t mean Sameera has any right sending these” I countered.

“No, she doesn’t but I am not going to waste a second on my sister” she agreed.

“I’m sorry, dumpling”.

“You’ve got nothing to apologise for. You had a past and I get it. It’s a little difficult with it being my sister, but it doesn’t mean I am going to lord her over you. We all have pasts” she shrugged.

“But you weren’t making a mistake of marrying yours” I muttered.

“You love her, don’t you?” she asked. “You’re angry, but you still love her, right?”.

I paused and considered her words. I did love her, but she had hurt me too much. She had ripped my heart out of my chest and stomped on the love I had for her. “I did love her. But the moment you have your heart broken, that love doesn’t remain” I responded.

Geet stared at me as if she were trying to scrutinise me and seemed like she was wondering whether to believe the words I spilled out.

“No matter what happens, once your trust and heart is broken – it can never be mended”.

She hummed softly and scanned the menu. “I’m hungry, let’s order” she changed the topic.

I sighed heavily and let her change the subject not wanting to discuss Sameera anymore myself.

I decided to switch off the call notifications that night for everyone except for my family in case they needed to reach out if there was any emergencies. I also scrolled through my gallery and deleted images of Sameera from my phone. My heart ached and I couldn’t help the tears that stung my eyes. The memory of her leaving me at our wedding reminded of what she had done and the hurt consumed the love I had for her.

Geet and I managed to get back on track and enjoy our holiday.

It was on the third day into the second week of our holiday when I had received a dreaded phone call from my brother, my grandmother had taken a fall and injured herself pretty badly. We had packed within the few hours and managed to book a flight to return. Vedant had sent a car for us to be picked up and straight to the hospital.

Geet had held my hand throughout the drive and reassured me that my grandmother is a strong woman and she would be alright. I wanted to believe it. I needed to believe it because my grandmother meant the world to me. She and my mother had shaped us to be where we are at today. Had it not been for the two women in my life and my brother’s life, we would not be at the position we are at today.

When we arrived, Geet and I met Vedant at the entrance and taken to where my grandmother was set up. I sucked in deep breath when I noticed her looking frail and pale in the bed. I noticed the purple bruises that form on her arms and winced. I couldn’t even imagine the bruises over her body and her leg was in a cast. My mother hugged me and cried when she explained my grandmother had slipped on the stairs and the doctors think she has a fracture on her leg but are waiting on the results of the x-ray. She’s all bruised up and will need hourly care since she wouldn’t be able to do her usual activities.

“Oh Maan, I am so scared” my mother cried. “You know your dadima doesn’t like just sitting somewhere. This will affect her mentally and physically”.

“She’ll get better, mama. She’s a strong woman” I responded.

“Mama, if dadima sees you crying, it’s going to affect her even more. We need to be positive and believe that she will get better. If we’re negative and upset, it will weaken her resolve” Geet explained touching my mother’s shoulder.

“I know, I know” my mother sniffed and wiped at her cheeks. “She’s… she’s been so strong and now seeing her like this”.

“Mama, she will get better. We’re all here for her” I promised releasing my mother and entered the private room and greeted my grandmother as she stirred awake. Geet joined my side.

“Don’t tell me she called you back” Dadima groaned and winced as she shifted.

“We were not going to be able to stay away hearing you’ve hurt yourself” I stated.

“She could’ve waited until you returned. I’m sure you’d have noticed the wheelchair” she grumbled and looked down at herself. “When can I get up?”

“You’ve bruised your entire body, fractured your leg, you aren’t getting up anytime soon” I pointed out.

She grimaced. “I hate lying down like this”.

“I know, dadima” I reached out squeezing her hand. “But if you follow the doctor’s instructions, I am sure you’ll get back on your feet”.

“Maan is right, dadima. You’ll need to follow the instructions down to the dot and eat healthily in order to recover faster” Geet added.

She hummed and looked between us both. “Were you enjoying your honeymoon?”

I sighed and stopped myself from rolling my eyes at her. She’s pale, bruised and fragile, but she was still concerning herself over us. Before I could answer, Geet responded.

“It was great. We’ve had fun as usual”.

“And have you progressed to anything else?” she asked nosily.

“Dadima” I chided.

She huffed and rolled her eyes. “I am merely curious and wondering if you have taken my words into consideration properly”. Even with the woman injured and fractured, she still has to have a say in everything.

“Dadima, you’re broken right now. Let’s focus on you”.

She rolled her eyes at me and glanced between us both. “You both promised”.

“We know” Geet intervened and smiled. “We really did enjoy our time away. The break was just what we needed”.

Once we’d reassured dadima, we had enjoyed our holiday and were fine, she’d finally said she was tired and we’d walked out bidding bye and leaving her to rest.

I went to speak to the doctor with Geet. After we’d been given the information of her injury and aftercare, we’d walked out and informed my mother and brother of the same.

“They’re keeping dadima here for a couple of days. She’ll be released in a few days, so let’s go home and I’ll come in the morning. Someone else can come in the afternoon to take cover” I informed to which they’d agreed to and we were on our way home since it was late evening and visiting hours were coming to an end.

“Wait” I called out to Geet as she climbed out of the car and started towards our property.

She glanced over at me and raised her brows. “What?”

“This is a surprise” I said walking towards her and placed a hand over her eyes and led her towards the front door.

“What are you doing, Maan?” she laughed.

“Dumpling, shush. Don’t ruin my hard work” I chided.

“What hard work? You were holidaying with me” she nudged me with her elbow.

“Okay, fine. My team’s hard work” I responded and stopped as we entered. “You ready?”

“For?”

“Your surprise, dumpling” I replied.

“Sure” she chuckled and I removed my hand.

She giggled and slowly blinked as her eyes adjusted to the lighting inside. “Oh… Maan…” she turned around and looked at me. “What is all this?” she asked softly.

“Sameera was my past, dumpling. This house… had her traces and I wanted to get rid of it. This house is ours. Yours. It’s a mark for the beginning of our marriage” I responded. “Do you want a tour of your new home?” I asked seeing her speechless.

She hummed unable to voice her thoughts and nodded.

“Come on” I said and gestured to the open plan space that had our living room, dining and kitchen and led to the back where our pool was.

Geet was in awe as I took her around the entire property. Even the old storage room which held old memories had been stored in a small room in the basement.

In order of the pinterest posts: Main house, ground floor. Open space kitchen, dining and living area with garden and pool.

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Second floor: 4 guest bedrooms. Geet's work space. Maan's work space. Cinema room.

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Workspace Geet's with adjoining jewelry studio:

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Maan's office space:

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Cinema room:

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Terrace floor: Master Bedroom with balcony, dressing room and bathroom.

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Terrace:

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Geet

I have no words.

I am absolutely dumbfounded by the extent of the changes.

Not one trace of Sameera remained. Everything consisted of colours and things that Maan and I liked. Our love for neutral and small splashes of colour showed in the rooms. He had even a room converted into a home office for me so I could design my jewellery.

I couldn’t really speak. I could only stare in awe and that is what I did.

Maan didn’t prompt for responses as he showed me around and I was glad. I couldn’t say anything right now. In the week and a half that we were away, he had his contacts and paid an extortionate amount to get the house décor changed to tones that I would like.

His old bedroom had been converted into guest bedroom. And our new master bedroom, it was on the terrace floor. Outside of the bedroom was a mini balcony before we’d step out and walk down the hallway, on the left there was the stair case leading to the second floor and a little further down onto the right doorway led to the rooftop terrace.

The rooftop terrace had a seating area remained the same as before. He hadn’t made changes to it before and I was glad he hadn’t changed it because I loved it as it was. Before Sameera, we had spent time watching movies on the terrace and often dozed off on the sofa.

I walked outside and settled on the sofa with a sigh and Maan joined sitting across from me. He stretched his arm across the back of the sofa and watched me.

“I… I don’t know what to say” I stated after finally gathering myself together.

“You don’t have to say anything” he responded.

“I think I do, but I don’t have the words” I replied in return. “I am just in absolute awe of everything, especially the bedroom. I really appreciate it, Maan. You didn’t have to do that, I would have been okay with moving to a new bedroom”.

“I don’t want you to be okay with things, dumpling. I don’t want you accepting anything that is less than perfect for you. Even relationships”.

I knew what he was hinting at. He’d always told me to stand up for myself with my family, and I often did. But they were my parents and sister. I loved them. I just wanted them to see me as me and love me as I am. Not hope that I was like Sameera or in the limelight of shallow groups of people or become a socialite.

That wasn’t me.

“Everything here is perfect” I stated.

He smiled and reached across taking my hand into his and squeezed. “I’m glad, dumpling”.

“I so need to pick a nickname for you. One that you hate”.

He chuckled and lifted my hand pressing a kiss to the back of my hand. “Good luck”.

Link to the Blog: https://allureofliteraryromance.wordpress.com/2023/02/11/bound-by-honour-chapter-5/

It does have the pinterest posts on one page.

Anyway, hope you've enjoyed this update and are enjoying this new MG. Please do hit the like and comment.

Lovely lovely update on the newly done up house . Beautiful gesture . Geet deserves this . Happy shez getting it now. Why did dadima fall ? Hope she recovers soon . I don't like her getting hurt . Sameera is one nutcase . Continue soon

So glad dadi is okay hope she recovers fast look at the way she was pushing Maan and geet even from the hospital bed!!!

Right when things were going okay that message had to pop up from sameera. That’s sad. But then this is going to keep happening considering she is geets sister

they have to do a way to circumvent this

but what a beautiful surprise Maan had for geet. Beautifully redone up house matchinger and maans taste

lovely house and gesture

Beautiful and wonderful update! Thank you so much. This Maan is such a sweetheart. He is being the perfect husband and trying so hard. I hope his resolve will stay strong like this. He changed the whole house for his ‘dumpling’ as he wants her happiness. Lets hope their feelings grow so strong, that no one can break them. I hope Maan shows Sameera who he really is. If he loves you, he will give you everything and if you mess with him, he will destroy you. That’s the Maan we know. Thanks again.