Maaneet FF:mannmeet - Page 23

Geet felt tears rolling down her cheeks.she stood still like a statue. Maan's word kept ringing in her ears, too young, just a crush, don't think about her that way. It started raining, she slowly slid down and lay on the floor, and let the cold seep through her veins and numb the pain she was feeling. She looked up at sky, it blurred. She did not know how long she was there. She thought about all the things, she had planned, the future she had thought about. To wake up each day and see his face first and to sleep each night in his arm. Sometime, she had thought that she will be the best wife, never saying no to anything he said and then, other times, she decided to rule his heart like a queen and make childish demand to him, like asking him to take her to disneylan twice a year. But now, her dreams lay broken.

She heard someone calling her name. It was him. Maan was standing in the balcony door.

geet! What are you doing here?

It was raining harder.

You are not suppose to bath in rain. Stop being so childish. Everyone is searching for you, only 1 hour is left till party. Now, get up and get ready for the party. Geet looked toward the sky, it was still crying with her. She closed her eyes and ignored him. Maan looked irritatingly at her.was she mad?he looked at his watch, he has to get ready as well. He called her name again but she did not answer.

He angrily strode into the rain. He went to her and grabbed her arm and made her stand. He left her arm and said, now go and change. She swayed, he automatically grabbed her. Her head was on his chest and her eyes were still closed. She felt totally limp in his arms. His arms encircling her waist was supporting her. Maan, geet are you alright? She said, nothing. Maan looked down at her face, rain drops were clinging to her closed eyelashes. He gently shaked her, geet, geet.

he picked her up and took her inside. He took her inside and placed her on the bed. She was shivering. He quickly got the towel and tried to dry her. She did not move. He put his hand on her forehead to check if she had temperature. She was burning. He was about to call mama, when he saw tears rolling down her cheeks. He suddenly knew she had heard his conversation.

He cleared her tears away with his hand and said, don't cry. Geet opened her eyes, they were blood red. Maan stared shocked at her. Tears still rolled down her eyes. He gelt like somebody ripped his heart out. He had never seen like this. She never cried easily. He hugged her and said pleae, don't cry, don't cry get. I am sorry, i was really angry, i don't know what i said in anger but i did not mean it. A shiver went through her body and then,she said hoarsly, her head still against his shoulder, you don't care about me, you don't love me.

Maan, ofcourse, i care geet. She pulled back and looked at him, you really mean it. Maan looked at her and said, i mean it. Geet quickly kissed him on lips. He was surprised. Then, she put her head on his chest and tightly hugged him like she was never going to let him go. He quietly moved his finger through her hairs, thinking about what to do next. He closed his eyes and put his chin on her head, gently carassing her back, giving her silent comfort. He took a deep breath inhaling her scent. There was something familiar about it. He frowned. Then, said to geet, you are wet and you have temperature, you should go and change clothes. She moved away and nodded. Her face was turning red, maybe just realizing how she had behaved.

She got up from the bed but again swayed and fell on top of him her back toward him. Her hairs covered his face and that scent, it engulfed him. He involuntarily buried his face in her hairs and inhaled deeply, his arms taking her closer to his body and he felt that overwhelming desire run through his veins again. He remembered that night in the disco. That passion...

Geet moved out of his arms and said, i will go and change. She went out of his room.