Maaneet SS - The Perfect Pair - Epilogue updated 18/11/2024

Author's Note :

Hello, everyone!

I’m super excited to share this SS with all of you. This story is a fun, light-hearted take on our Maaneet but with a little twist - they’re in college!

Geet’s chaotic, free-spirited personality meets Maan’s serious, no-nonsense attitude in the most hilarious ways, and I had a blast writing it!

Some of you had asked for more stories, so here it is - this one has been sitting in my drafts for about a year, and I decided it was finally time to share it I wrote it randomly back then on another couple, but now, I’m excited to post it for you all.

This one-shot will be posted in 3-4 parts, and I’ll be sharing one part each day. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Please feel free to share your thoughts, leave comments, and let me know what you think of how Geet and Maan’s story is unfolding! Your feedback always makes my day. 🥰 Happy reading! ✨

Love love,

Anushka

P.S. Stay tuned for the next part tomorrow! Can’t wait for you to see what happens next! 😏

Part 1 -

The college campus was alive with the usual hustle and bustle. Students were either chatting excitedly in groups, walking in and out of lecture halls, or lounging on the sprawling lawns, enjoying the late afternoon sun. In the middle of it all was Maan Singh Khurana, striding through the corridor with his usual air of focus and composure. Tall, athletic, and with a presence that demanded attention, Maan was the kind of person who didn’t go unnoticed. His sharp jawline, intense eyes, and neatly combed hair were enough to leave a lasting impression on anyone who crossed his path.

However, today, there was one person who would manage to knock him off his usual stoic self - and it wasn’t because of his intimidating looks or the numerous admiring gazes he received. It was because he was about to meet Geet Handa.

Geet, on the other hand, was the epitome of organized chaos. A whirlwind of energy, clumsy charm, and youthful exuberance, she lived her life at full speed. The moment the bell rang to signal the end of her class, Geet didn’t waste a second. She stuffed her books into her bag, tossed her phone from hand to hand as she typed furiously, and dashed toward the next event on her busy college schedule.

She was supposed to be meeting her group for the college fair preparation. But right now, all that mattered was the message that had just pinged on her phone - a reminder from her mom about wedding plans (again). And knowing her mom, she wasn’t going to let Geet forget about the endless “family matchmaking” conversations.

Geet was so engrossed in reading her mom’s lengthy message that she didn’t notice the tall figure of Maan walking in her path. With her eyes glued to the screen, she rounded the corner at full speed.

Crash.

A sudden impact sent both her and Maan sprawling in opposite directions. Books and papers flew in every direction, landing in an untidy heap, while Geet, in her usual flair, yelped in surprise.

"Oofo! Sorry!" Geet squeaked as she quickly scrambled to gather her things, her phone slipping out of her hand and landing next to Maan’s polished shoes. She looked up, only to freeze for a second as she realized who she’d just collided with.

Maan Singh Khurana.

The name alone was enough to send a shiver down the spine of any student on campus. He was a legend - a top student, the guy with perfect grades, perfect looks, and who never seemed to crack a smile. And here she was, sprawled on the floor in front of him, her books scattered like confetti.

A slightly flustered Geet rose to her feet quickly, dusting off her jeans. “I wasn’t looking,” she said, her tone apologetic but still managing to sound a little too casual, as though she hadn’t just crashed into a very important person.

Maan, meanwhile, stood up smoothly, as if it were second nature to recover from such collisions. His expression was one of mild annoyance, but it didn’t quite match the small glint of amusement in his eyes. As always, his movements were deliberate and precise, as he bent down to help her collect the papers.

“You really should watch where you're going,” Maan said in a deep voice that carried a hint of reprimand. He made it sound like the entire situation was an inconvenience to him, but his tone wasn’t harsh - more like someone who was used to perfection and didn’t expect this kind of chaos in his life.

Geet, however, was unbothered. She raised an eyebrow, flashing him a cheeky grin. “Oh, trust me, I was watching,” she replied as she bent down to pick up her last remaining piece of paper. “But my phone’s way more interesting than the ground right now.”

Maan gave her a deadpan look.

Geet stood up and gave him an exaggerated shrug. "Totally my fault, though. I’m a walking disaster." She was already trying to make light of the situation, perhaps because she knew that getting embarrassed around a guy like Maan would only make her seem more out of place.

The air between them was thick with awkwardness, but Geet’s casual nature made it a little easier to breathe. She flashed a bright smile as she bent down to grab her phone, still unaware that it had been placed neatly in front of Maan’s polished shoes, almost as if he were waiting for her to take it back.

Maan picked up her phone with his fingers, holding it out to her without a word. Geet blinked in surprise, her eyes wide. “Oh! Thanks!" she said, still half-embarrassed but trying to recover. "That’s definitely a new way of picking up a phone, though. Usually, people just bend down.”

Maan said nothing, only raising an eyebrow at her. Geet, who had expected no further comment from him, couldn’t help but let out a small giggle at his stoic face.

“What? You’ve never heard of a human tornado before?" she said, eyes twinkling with mischief. "I swear, I’m like a one-person natural disaster. I mean, look at the evidence," she motioned to the books still scattered across the floor. "Hurricane Geet, always leaves a trail behind."

Maan’s lips twitched slightly, though he didn’t quite smile. The truth was, there was something oddly fascinating about her - about how she didn’t care about making a fool of herself or being ‘proper.’

“I can see that,” Maan said dryly, bending down to help her gather the last few papers. He could barely suppress the glint of amusement that had crept into his eyes. “But do you always run into people this way?”

Geet laughed again, a bright, unaffected sound that made the cold, professional Maan feel a little less... serious. "Well, not always. But I guess you're just lucky, huh?"

She gave him a mischievous grin as she finished collecting the last paper and stood up, brushing her skirt. “But hey, I can’t help it. People have to learn how to dodge me eventually."

Maan finally allowed a small smirk to tug at his lips. “I’m not sure I’m ready to learn how to dodge a tornado.”

Geet’s face lit up with a huge, delighted smile. "You’ll get used to it!" she said, giving him an exaggerated wink. "Trust me, after a while, it’s just background noise."

She grabbed her bag and gave him one last playful look. “Well, it was fun, Mr. Maan Singh Khurana. Don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll run into each other again. But next time... watch out for me!”

Maan watched her walk off, still grinning to himself, his initial annoyance evaporating into something he couldn’t quite place. It was strange how, in a few short minutes, this hyperactive whirlwind had left him feeling... something else.

He hadn’t expected a collision quite like this.

But somehow, he was starting to think that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t as annoyed by Geet Handa as he thought he would be.

Part 2 -

It had been a couple of weeks since that disastrous yet oddly charming collision in the hallway, and despite all logic (and Maan's best attempts to avoid getting pulled into Geet's world), he found himself running into Geet at the most unlikely places. It was like she was following him - except, of course, she wasn’t. It just felt that way.

The first time it happened, Maan had been seated in the library, trying to finish an assignment that, honestly, he could have done in his sleep. But knowing his usual luck, he was deep into the third paragraph when Geet stormed into the library like a walking hurricane, loudly announcing to anyone within a five-foot radius that she had - again - forgotten her books at home. She then proceeded to loudly debate with the librarian about borrowing someone else's notes.

"Aren’t we supposed to be helping each other out in college? Why do I need a 'library card' to borrow your notes?" Geet had protested, hands dramatically flailing in the air as though she were leading a protest march.

Maan had just buried his face in his hands, muttering a quiet "Why me?" as the entire library turned to look at her, their faces a mix of exasperation and amusement.

But he hadn't expected the follow-up.

"Oyeee, Maan Singh Khurana!" Geet had exclaimed when she spotted him at a desk. "You're here, too! Well, you owe me for the collision the other day, so I’m borrowing your notes now."

Maan had tried to ignore her, knowing she had a tendency to make everything louder than it needed to be. But she just would not leave. She plopped down next to him and began rifling through his papers.

"Geet, could you not ...." Maan began, but she was already pulling out one of his neatly written notes.

"Ah, don’t worry, I’ll return it in perfect condition! I promise," she grinned, waving the note in front of his face like she was presenting him with a trophy.

Maan sighed, rolling his eyes, wondering how on earth she was a student at the same university. "You're impossible," he muttered under his breath, to which Geet only responded with a wink.

---

That encounter, though, wasn’t the last. The next day, they found themselves paired together for a group project in their Marketing class, thanks to Professor Kapoor's questionable seating arrangement. The minute Geet was assigned to his group, Maan’s shoulders slumped in silent resignation. Of course. Of course, this would happen.

He had been hoping to work with someone who would just get straight to the point, someone who wouldn’t waste time on nonsense - but no, Geet was the exact opposite.

"So," Geet said, slamming her notebook down on the table with a loud *thud*. "Let’s talk about the future of advertising! We could create a viral dance challenge! Like, have you seen those silly TikTok dances? People go wild for them!" She flung her arms in the air, demonstrating a terrible version of the latest dance trend.

Maan stared at her, utterly dumbfounded, his mind racing to process what had just happened. The class was quiet, everyone staring at Geet, waiting for Maan to say something. He cleared his throat.

"That... that is not what we're here for," Maan said slowly, as if explaining it to a child. "This is a professional project. We’re supposed to focus on, you know, actual strategies for marketing - not viral dance challenges." He stressed on the word professional.

Geet pouted and crossed her arms. "Well, excuse me for thinking outside the box, Mr. Always-Right. You and your 'serious business' ideas!" she shot back. "You know, I bet the marketing world could use a little more fun. A little more *Geet Handa* energy. You need to learn how to let loose. We can’t all live in spreadsheets and graphs, Maan."

Maan sighed deeply, glancing at their project guidelines to see if there was any mention of 'viral dance challenges' or 'Geet Handa energy' anywhere on the list. There was not. "Okay, fine. But we’ll work your way later. Right now, we need to come up with a solid marketing plan. And no dancing involved."

Geet flopped back in her chair dramatically. "You are such a buzzkill," she groaned. "I swear, you’re like a walking PowerPoint presentation. Do you ever just... have fun?"

Maan shot her a glance, his lips twitching as if he might be amused despite himself. "I have fun."

"Oh really?" Geet said, raising an eyebrow. "What’s your idea of fun, then? Reading through the marketing textbooks you love so much? Or maybe writing a 30-page analysis on how to maximize ROI?" She gave him a mock-exasperated look. "Wow, Maan, wild times ahead."

Maan couldn’t hold back a chuckle. "You're really something, Geet Handa," he muttered, half-impressed by her unfiltered confidence and persistent antics.

---

By the end of the group meeting, Maan had to admit that despite the chaos, they actually made some progress - thanks to Geet’s “out-of-the-box” thinking. It was like having a tornado of ideas mixed with a caffeine overdose in the room. Somehow, she always managed to steer him back to the task at hand, even if it was in the weirdest ways.

The next day, when they met for their next round of brainstorming, Geet showed up in a full-on outfit - as though she were auditioning for a reality show. “Maan, look! I have a ‘branding’ idea,” she said dramatically, wearing a T-shirt that read: “CEO of Chaos” in bold, comic sans letters.

Maan blinked at her, his eyes narrowing. “You’re wearing that to a meeting?”

Geet gave him a cheeky grin. "What? I’m bringing personality into the presentation. Isn’t it what every brand needs? Something different? Something... memorable?" She spun around, showing him her entire outfit, which she’d paired with sparkly sneakers and a rainbow-colored hat.

Maan’s face twitched. “Geet, this is not a fashion show. We’re here to ... ”

“Okay, okay,” she cut him off, sitting down with an exaggerated sigh. “I’ll tone it down. But seriously, Maan, you need to loosen up a little.” She looked at him, her eyes glinting with mischief. “It’s like you’ve got a permanent frown line going. Maybe I should get you a stress ball or something. Or better yet - a party hat!”

Maan stared at her in utter disbelief. "A party hat?"

"Yeah! A little fun never hurt anyone!" Geet said, winking at him.

Maan couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. “I think you’ve got too much fun in you, Geet."

“Impossible!” she grinned. “I’m a work in progress! One dance challenge at a time. And maybe next time, I’ll bring the party hat!”

And in that moment, Maan realized something that had been slowly creeping up on him - Geet, for all her chaos and loud, ridiculous ideas, had a way of making life feel... interesting. Her energy was infectious, and although he’d never admit it, he found himself almost enjoying the madness.

"Fine," he said finally, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "But only if you promise no dancing."

Geet grinned. “Deal! For now...” She winked.

And just like that, the unlikely duo - Maan and Geet - found themselves embarking on a journey neither of them expected.

Part 3 -

The final weeks of the semester were here, and with it came the crunch of deadlines, presentations, and - of course - Geet’s incessant need to disrupt Maan’s perfectly organized schedule.

Despite his best efforts to stay focused on his studies and maintain his normal serious demeanor, Maan had found himself spending more and more time with Geet. It was like an unspoken agreement - he would do his best to steer their conversations back to academics (or at least something productive), and Geet would insist on turning everything into a big deal. The more he tried to resist her, the more she became like an unrelenting wave, pulling him into her chaotic world.

Today was no different. They were sitting together at their usual spot in the library - Geet, with her legs up on the chair, leaning back in her seat like she owned the place, and Maan, with his back straight and textbooks stacked neatly in front of him.

The silence between them was comfortable, but only for a few moments. Geet had been peering over her textbook, making little ugh sounds as she tried to focus.

“I swear, these definitions are all the same,” she muttered, running a hand through her hair, frustrated. “What is brand positioning anyway? Does it mean you’re stuck with one personality forever, like some kind of label?”

Maan glanced at her, a little surprised at the sudden outburst. “It’s a marketing concept, Geet. It’s about how a brand is perceived by the public in relation to its competitors.” He gave her a pointed look. “Nothing to do with ‘personalities.’”

Geet looked at him with wide eyes, pretending to be shocked. “Oh, right, of course! So, you’re telling me that I have to be perceived as a brand now? You know, like ‘Geet Handa: The Human Tornado’?”

Maan smirked slightly at that. "You already are a brand," he teased, his tone more playful than he intended. “A very loud brand.”

Geet put a hand to her heart. “Ouch! That hurts. But I’ll take it. Being a loud brand means I’m remembered, right?” She grinned widely, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “I’m like... the social media influencer of chaos. People can’t forget me.”

Maan couldn’t help but laugh at her confidence. It was absurd, but oddly endearing. Maybe she’s not so bad, he thought, though he quickly pushed the thought away. He was a man of order. He didn’t let himself get swayed by chaotic, unpredictable personalities... right?

Geet, noticing that he was finally reacting to her, leaned forward a little, her face softening into something more thoughtful. “You know, Maan, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you let loose properly. I mean, really let go. You’re always so... serious. It’s like you have a permanent frown line.”

Maan stiffened a little, surprised by the sudden directness of her comment. “I’m not always serious,” he said, though the words felt a little unconvincing even to him.

Geet raised an eyebrow. “Really? When’s the last time you smiled just because you felt like it? Not because something was funny... but because you actually wanted to smile?"

Maan hesitated. He wasn’t sure how to answer that. He wasn’t exactly the ‘smiling’ type. His life had always been about goals and work. Smile if there was a reason for it, and otherwise... well, why bother?

Geet watched him carefully, reading the struggle on his face. She leaned back again, crossing her arms. “Look, Maan. You’re the kind of guy who, if someone threw a party for you, you’d be the guy in the corner sipping tea, pretending to enjoy it while everyone else is dancing, right?”

Maan chuckled despite himself. “I’m not that bad.”

“Are you sure? Because I’m starting to think you might actually be a little boring.” Geet grinned, then added, “I bet your idea of fun is... organizing your pens by color and size. Or maybe sorting your books by genre - alphabetically, of course.”

Maan’s eyes widened at the accuracy of her description, and he immediately looked down at his textbook to hide the smile that was creeping onto his face. “I... do not organize my pens,” he muttered, but it was too late. Geet was already laughing.

“Ah-ha! I knew it!” she crowed triumphantly. “You’re a walking, talking version of a catalog! And I bet you love it that way. But you can’t be all work, Maan! At least smile every once in a while. You might find it... contagious.”

Maan stayed silent for a few moments, his eyes darting between his open notebook and Geet’s face, which was now bright with enthusiasm. He could feel the warmth of her presence even though she wasn’t doing anything overtly special. She was just... being Geet. Loud. Fun. Spontaneous. And for some reason, it was starting to grow on him.

"You... you're ridiculous," he said finally, his voice quiet but still amused.

"True," she said matter-of-factly, “but I’m your ridiculous.”

Maan blinked, and for a moment, everything seemed to pause. She was looking at him with a wide, playful grin, but her eyes were softer than usual, more... open. She was challenging him, teasing him, but there was something else there too. Something more sincere.

Maan opened his mouth to say something - anything - but for once, words failed him. He couldn’t explain the sudden feeling that had settled deep in his chest. There was something about the way Geet made him feel... alive. Maybe it was her unpredictability. Maybe it was her ability to make even the most mundane moments seem like an adventure.

He let out a breath, realizing that - despite all the chaos she brought into his life ... he was starting to enjoy it. He was starting to enjoy her.

“You’re... not exactly what I expected,” Maan said softly, breaking the silence. The words were out before he could stop them.

Geet’s teasing smile faltered for a second, her eyes widening slightly. She tilted her head, her expression turning more thoughtful. “What do you mean?”

Maan looked away, suddenly embarrassed by the vulnerability in his own words. “I mean, I... didn’t think I’d ever get along with you. You’re... too loud. Too spontaneous. But somehow, I... like it. Like you.” He caught himself mid-sentence, realizing how it sounded. “I mean ... I ... I don’t know. I just ... ”

Geet stared at him, blinking rapidly as if processing the statement. Then, without warning, she burst out laughing. Not in mockery, but in the most delighted, surprised way. It was as if he’d just said something absurdly funny, and yet... sweet.

“Oh my God!” she laughed, clutching her stomach as if he’d told her the funniest joke in the world. “Did you just say you like me?” she squealed. “Is this an official confession, Maan Singh Khurana?”

Maan’s face turned a shade of red that could rival a tomato, but he refused to back down. “Maybe it is,” he muttered, embarrassed. “Maybe I like your chaos... your energy. Maybe I like that you pull me out of my head and make me... laugh for once.”

Geet, still laughing, leaned forward and held out her hand. “Well then, consider this my official acceptance of your confession, Mr. Khurana.” She grinned widely. “Welcome to the whirlwind. You’re officially stuck with me.”

Maan shook his head in disbelief but couldn’t suppress the smile that had finally crept onto his face. “You’re impossible.”

Geet just winked at him. “I know. But you’re stuck with me now. And I’ll make sure you have fun. Trust me.”

And for the first time in a long time, Maan didn’t mind one bit.

Part 4 -

It was a Friday evening, and the campus had a special energy to it - students rushing out to enjoy their weekend, the scent of fresh popcorn from the campus theater wafting in the air, and the sun setting in a warm orange glow. And in the middle of it all was Maan Singh Khurana, standing outside the cafe on campus, looking every bit the epitome of calm... except for one little detail.

He was nervously adjusting his shirt.

Now, Maan Singh Khurana, the Maan Singh Khurana, was many things. Confident, calculated, intelligent, successful - and he was never, ever nervous. But tonight... tonight, he was supposed to be going out with Geet.

A date.

He hadn’t even meant it to be a date, honestly. Geet had dropped the suggestion casually, in her typical 'I have no filter' way. “You know, Maan, you should finally take me out. I’m tired of you sitting in that library all day being all serious and perfect. You need a break. We need to have some fun.”

Maan had been caught off guard. “We? And why exactly do you need a break?”

Geet had grinned mischievously. “You’ve officially been a part of my world for weeks. And it’s time you stop pretending you’re immune to fun. Plus, someone has to help you rediscover your sense of humor.”

Maan, being Maan, had been unsure about the whole idea but found himself saying yes anyway. Because, well, he’d already found himself agreeing to way too many of her crazy schemes. He could only blame himself for letting Geet worm her way into his life - and, apparently, his social calendar.

And now here he was. Waiting. His stomach doing flip-flops, feeling entirely too much like a nervous teenager.

---

"Hey, Maan!"

Maan snapped out of his thoughts and turned to see Geet walking toward him, her usual cheerful energy radiating from her. She was wearing a cute, casual outfit - jeans, a loose T-shirt with an incredibly bold print of a cat wearing sunglasses, and her signature brightly-colored sneakers. She looked... carefree, as usual, and Maan couldn’t help but feel his nerves ease a little just from seeing her smile.

"You're... late," he said, trying to keep his tone casual, though his eyes betrayed him as they briefly swept over her. You’re late, but you look... incredible, he thought. He quickly turned away to hide the small blush on his cheeks.

Geet rolled her eyes, giving him a look. “I’m not late, I’m fashionably late. It’s called building suspense. If I’d shown up on time, you would’ve been bored by now, and where’s the fun in that?”

Maan raised an eyebrow. “Suspense?” He glanced at his watch. “We’re meeting for coffee, Geet. Not for a thriller.”

“Oh, please! Everything is a thriller if you try hard enough. You should try it sometime,” she winked.

“Right,” Maan muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “So... coffee?”

“Yep! Coffee, the perfect date beverage,” Geet chirped, tossing her hair over her shoulder like she was walking into a five-star restaurant. “But I’m feeling fancy, so we’re getting it from the good cafe adjacent tp the street. No basic coffee for me!”

Maan stared at her. “You’re seriously turning this into a big event, aren’t you?”

“Absolutely. When I go on a date, I go big or go home.” Geet beamed, her eyes shining with excitement.

Maan just shook his head, laughing to himself. “You’re impossible.”

“Well, someone has to keep you on your toes, right?” Geet grinned, nudging him playfully as they walked toward the cafe.

---

The cafe, as promised, was not the regular campus spot. It was a quirky, cozy little place tucked away on a side street, with fairy lights twinkling around the windows, mismatched furniture, and a chalkboard menu full of creative concoctions. As they entered, the smell of fresh coffee and baked goods greeted them, and Maan immediately felt more at ease.

“Ah, now we’re talking,” Geet said dramatically as they stood in line to order. “Look at this place! It’s got character.”

Maan, looking around, nodded in agreement. “Okay, I’ll admit, it’s a good choice.”

Geet raised an eyebrow. “You admit it? Wow, I must be really rubbing off on you.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” Maan replied dryly, though his lips twitched upward in an uncharacteristic smile.

Geet grinned, clearly pleased with herself. She leaned toward him, lowering her voice in a mock-serious tone. “Okay, so. We’re here for coffee. But what’s the deal with us, Maan? Like, are we - are we on an actual date? Because if so, I should’ve worn something fancier. This T-shirt was kind of a last-minute decision.”

Maan blinked, taken aback by the sudden change in tone. He hadn’t expected this conversation, especially not here, in front of the barista who was casually smiling at them like it was just another Friday night for her. “I ... uh ... what?”

Geet crossed her arms and leaned in closer. “Don’t look at me like that. You know what I’m talking about. Are we, like, 'officially' on a date? Or is this just, like... 'hanging out' but with coffee? Because, if we’re doing this, I should be mentally prepared to be all charming.”

Maan blinked again, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. “I -- uh ... I’m not sure what you mean,” he said, trying to regain his composure. “We’re just getting coffee, Geet.”

She smirked at him knowingly. “Uh-huh. Okay. But seriously ... what if I’m secretly expecting a full-on romantic evening? You’re not gonna disappoint me, are you, Maan?”

Maan froze. For a moment, his heart skipped a beat, and he stared at her, confused. Did she mean that? Was she actually interested in something more than their... usual banter? He didn’t know what to say.

Geet, however, didn’t wait for his response. She just burst into laughter, seeing the panic on his face. “Relax, Maan! I’m kidding. Well, kind of. But seriously, relax. I’m not about to make this the most awkward date of your life.” She winked at him. “But maybe I’ll surprise you by being the best date you’ve ever had. I am pretty amazing, after all.”

Maan let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I know, right?” she said with a smirk, clearly proud of herself.

---

As they finally sat down with their coffee - Geet with a ridiculously fancy caramel macchiato that was basically a dessert in a cup, and Maan with his usual black coffee - the tension finally broke. Geet had her feet propped up on the chair across from her, talking animatedly about her day, recounting how she accidentally locked herself out of her dorm room and had to climb through her window to get in.

Maan, despite his best efforts, couldn’t stop laughing at her dramatic retelling of the incident. “You climbed through a window? How did you even - "

"Easy!" she interrupted, flapping her hand in the air. "It was totally a stealth operation. You should’ve seen me - I was like Spiderwoman... but with zero grace."

"That sounds... dangerous," Maan said, still chuckling.

"Ah, you worry too much," Geet grinned, leaning back in her seat. "It was worth it. Anyway, we need to come up with a real date plan soon. Not today, though. Let’s just enjoy the coffee. No pressure, okay?"

Maan nodded, his heart settling into a comfortable rhythm. “Agreed. No pressure.”

And for the first time, as they sat together - Geet rambling, Maan listening - he realized that maybe, just maybe, this was exactly what he needed. Not a perfect date, but something real. No expectations. No pretenses. Just them.

And that, he decided, was more than enough.

Epilogue -

Six months later, Maan Singh Khurana found himself in a place he never thought he’d be: voluntarily attending a party with Geet Handa.

It wasn’t just any party, though. It was her kind of party. Geet had insisted - no, demanded - that Maan attend a campus event she’d somehow convinced the student union to host, a party with glow sticks, loud music, and the sort of chaos that Maan had long been wary of.

But, as always, Geet had her way of making him cave.

“Come on, Maan! You’re coming, and you’re going to have fun, whether you like it or not!” she’d said that afternoon, practically dragging him out of his dorm room.

And so, here he was, standing in the corner of a room lit by neon lights, his arms crossed, surveying the sea of students dressed in neon colors and glowing accessories.

Geet, of course, was right in the thick of it. She’d practically sprinted into the center of the dance floor the moment they’d arrived, and now she was literally leading the crowd in a completely spontaneous dance routine. The sight of her - wild, carefree, and glowing (literally) - made Maan’s lips twitch into an amused smile, despite himself.

"Hey, Maan!" Geet’s voice cut through the noise. He turned, surprised to see her bounding over to him, her hair bouncing with every step. “Are you enjoying the party, or do I need to drag you into the madness?” she grinned.

Maan raised an eyebrow. “Do you really think I’m going to start dancing?”

Geet grinned, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Oh, you’re so going to dance. In fact, I think you owe me one dance, after all the times I’ve dragged you out of your comfort zone.”

Maan sighed, knowing there was no escaping it. He wasn’t sure when he’d gone from actively avoiding Geet’s “fun” plans to actually... looking forward to them.

"Fine," he said, his voice laced with mock reluctance. "One dance. But just one."

Geet jumped up and down with excitement. “YES! That’s all I ask!” She took his hand and pulled him toward the dance floor.

And just like that, Maan found himself surrounded by a group of students, all moving to the beat of the music. The flashing lights made everything seem like a dream, and for a second, Maan almost felt like he was part of something bigger - something a little bit wild, a little bit chaotic.

He could feel Geet next to him, laughing and twirling, her energy infectious. She was a whirlwind - no doubt about it. But now, as Maan moved along with the rhythm, he realized that he didn’t mind the whirlwind so much anymore.

In fact, he kind of liked it.

Geet, noticing that Maan had finally joined in with the music (albeit in his own very Maan way), gave him a victorious thumbs up. “See? Told you it would be fun!” she shouted over the music.

Maan, with a slight grin, shook his head. “I’m only doing this because I owe you. One dance, and then I’m back to my serious, no-nonsense self.”

“Right, sure,” Geet laughed, “I’ll believe it when I see it!”

As the night wore on, the party didn’t slow down. Geet managed to drag Maan into a few more dances, though he was much more reserved compared to her, who was dancing like there was no tomorrow. At some point, Maan found himself standing on the sidelines, watching Geet, still glowing under the neon lights, completely lost in the moment.

It struck him suddenly - Geet wasn’t just a whirlwind of chaos. She was like the spark that made everything feel alive. She wasn’t just about bringing fun; she was about making life feel more real. She made him laugh in ways he never thought possible. She made him let go of his fears, his insecurities, his endless desire for control. She made him feel something different. Something that - if he was being honest - he had never expected to find.

And in that moment, Maan realized that while he used to think he had everything figured out.. his future, his goals, his perfect, predictable life - what he didn’t know was that he needed this chaos. He needed Geet.

Later, after the party wound down and they were both walking back to their dorms, Geet was talking animatedly about the night, still buzzing with excitement. Maan walked next to her, his mind miles away but strangely at peace.

“You were right,” Maan said quietly.

Geet paused, looking up at him, her face illuminated by the streetlights. “About what?”

“About needing more fun,” Maan replied, his voice soft. “About needing... this.” He gestured vaguely to the night, to their surroundings, to her.

Geet smiled knowingly, the corner of her mouth lifting in that playful grin that Maan had come to adore. “Took you long enough, Mr. 'Perfectly Organized.'”

Maan rolled his eyes, but a smile tugged at his lips. “I’m not perfect, Geet,” he said. “But I’m... perfectly fine with being a little less perfect with you.”

Geet stopped walking for a moment and turned to face him, her eyes warm with something more than mischief now...something a little softer. “You’re not so bad yourself, Maan Singh Khurana.”

They stood there for a moment, just the two of them, the world moving around them. Maan felt something shift in his chest, something warm and comforting, and it hit him again....he couldn’t imagine his life without her.

Geet raised an eyebrow, noticing the change in his expression. “What is it?” she asked.

Maan hesitated for a moment before speaking, feeling the weight of his own words. “I think I might be falling for you, Geet Handa.”

Geet blinked, surprised but not shocked. She reached out and placed a hand on his arm, her smile broadening. “Well, well, Mr. Khurana... Took you long enough to say that, didn’t it?”

Maan chuckled, feeling a mixture of relief and excitement. “Yeah. I guess I just needed to stop overthinking everything for once.”

Geet’s grin softened, her eyes lighting up. “Well, that’s about time. You’ve been perfecting the art of being a walking textbook for long enough, Maan. But now?” She stepped a little closer to him. “Now you’ve got the best of both worlds.”

Maan’s heart swelled, and he took a deep breath, realizing that the chaos...the loudness, the unpredictability, the mess....had become his favorite part of life.

Because it was with her.

“Guess I’m lucky then,” he said quietly.

“More like you’re blessed, Mr. Khurana,” Geet teased, but her tone was soft and sincere. “I’m pretty much a package deal - chaos and all.”

Maan nodded, his smile widening. “I’ll take the package deal,” he said, pulling her into a hug.

As Geet wrapped her arms around him, Maan realized he wouldn’t trade this - her - for anything.

And in that moment, everything felt perfectly imperfect.

A love that wasn’t about grand gestures, but about finding comfort in the chaos.

A love that was messy, unpredictable, and perfectly theirs.

A love that was enough.

They were The Perfect Pair

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Hi Anushka

hope that you are well.

Congrats on the SS....

thanks for sharing

lovely concept

Originally posted by: khwaishfan

Hi Anushka

hope that you are well.

Congrats on the SS....

thanks for sharing

lovely concept

Hey thanks for comment .. I'm glad you liked it

Stay tuned for Part 2 (To be posted tomorrow)

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Part 1

Fabulous update... superbly written

well Maan and Geet are pole apart

but opposites do attract

so she collided in Maan

admire how Geet made light of the situation

at least he was not angry

ha ha called herself Hurricane Geet

pleased that Maan helped Geet

of cos he was intrigued by her

after all she is different

update soon