Kaisa ye Ishq Hai?! *~MANEET FF!~* Teaser/CH1. PG1

"O ho Mummy! Tus vi na bade mazaaki ho!"

That was the sweet and nature filling voice of Geet Handa. A beautiful young woman who would jump cliffs to help another and live her days to the fullest. With waist length, Dark brown hair, and gorgeous light brown eyes, She was one of the most prettiest girls around. Born and raised in a casual punjabi family. Nothing out of the ordinary from her family but her. She was sweer natured, Immature at times, funny and carefree.

"Hai Rabba! Ab main is kudi na ke kara?"

"By God Mummy, I can't handle it! Im going for my interview now ok? Satsriakaal, Koi na aana mere naal!" She laughed and grabbed her tote with her CV, Phone, Packets of gum and emergency deoderant jiggling inside.

"Laa laa la la la laa... Mere Khabon me jo aaye! aa ke mujhe tar paayen! Usse kaho zara saamne toh aaye! Oh ho Satsriakaal Bhalla Uncle! Ki haal shaal?" She grinned, Humming songs and greeting anyone she came across.

She grabbed an apple from a stall and smiled at the owner.

"Oi Geet! Rab tere naal hove! Good luck ji Good luck!" The stall owner gave her a crooked thumbs up.

"By god Santu bhaji! Aise nai aise hota hai thumbs up! " She rushed back and corrected his thumb.

He waved at her as she stepped into a auto rikshaw.

"Khurana..."

"O Geet! You told me 2 weeks in advance where you'd be going today! Khurana enterprise na?" the rikshaw-wala looked back at her.

"By god tussi kamaal karde ho! Of course! Now take the short-cut will you? I think i'm already late.." She glanced at her wrist-watch. 9.15. Would she get there in 15 minutes?

Geet poked her head out and felt the warm and stuffy breeze of Mumbai hit her face. From the Lassi stands and the vada Pao stalls. Mumbai was the best city in India. Although she didn't like it a bit when her family moved to Mumbai from Chandigarh when she was 10 years old. Now it felt as it was her home.

She started getting flashbacks to when she ate her first Vada Pao. Another when her hair got tangled in a broken kite. Another when the boy next door smashed an egg on her head as a welcoming gift to the neighbourhood. Thank god that idiot moved away. She was so focused in thinking that she forgot what she was going for.

"Lo aa gaye, We're here.. Good luck" said Ram Singh the Auto-wala.

"How much?" She asked leaning into her bag.

"Nothing Free of charge Di. Aap jaiye! Your getting late ok?" He drove the Auto away.

"Arre! Take some money!" She called after him but he disspeared out of sight.

She was putting her wallet away when someone snatched something out of her hand and ran away leaving her in a whizz.

"Oii! Teri Toh! Oii Ruk! Maa ka dood pia hai toh ruk! Stop! You idiot! Wait!" She screamed attracting an audience. She began to run but tripped of her sandal and fell on the floor landing on her bottom and her hair flying in her face. She blew it away.

A group of passerbys approached her.

"Behen Ji? Kya hua? Koi madath chahiye? Do you need help?" The man held out a hand to her.

She stared at him for a while trying to squint the sunlight from her eyes.

Geet smacked his hand away and then grabbed hold of it.

"Tum logo se kuch nahi hoga! I'll catch him myself! She clutched her bag and ran a completely opposite way.

She ran past people dropping their things then turning and blowing them kisses and saying sorry and panting at the same time. She was known for multi-tasking.

She appeared in an alleyway. She side-stepped through it to avoid the brown spottings left there with flies on them. Euuggh!

She arrived at a opening and confronted the man who was still gawking in shock.

"Oii! Give it back now! " She ordered as furiously as she could.

"Why should I? Its mine now! Now get lost!" he spat at her.

"Teri Maa Ki!! Teri toh main baand baja kar jao gi! you wait!" Geet hadn't said something so hideous ever before.

She rushed to the man and kicked him in his sensitive spot and left him falling on the floor and rolling around groaning.

"AAAGHH!!" the theif clenched his teeth.

"By god! If you want to steal then use your intelligence! I haven't seen people stealing peoples make-up compact before! I thought they went for the wallet." She laughed.

Geet wasn't stupid to open her wallet in the midst of such a crowd. I mean duhh, It was India.

Her make-up compact was designed so it looked like a wallet. She had taken her Make-up compact to put her wallet in deeper and the man had snatched the compact while the wallet was safe with her.

"Yaar Kya hai? I should've left it! I'm terribly late for chasing after you like a lunatic!" She smirked and skipped away as fast as she could.

*****

"Vai Guru! Meri raksha karna! Please! I heard Mr Khurana is a mean person!" She silently prayed about a million time till she arrived at the Huge building with glass floors and all.

She walked over to the receptionist.

"Hai rabba! Itne chote chote kapre! Aur itni badi cleavage! Rabba Menu bacha rak! Agar Khurana sahib ne mujse aise kapre pehnaye toh me mar java gi!" She mumbled staring the receptionists horrid modesty.

"Sorry Ma'am? I couldn't get you? And I don't know hindi." The girl with a name tag Kumari said.

"Kameeni Phir India main kyu hai?" Geet sighed.

"Pardon?"

"I said, Lovely to meet you!"

"Aww Thank you! Nice to meet you too! So How may I help you?"

"Im here for my interview, My name is Geet. Geet Handa.."

"Umm.. But Ma'am you should've been here a quarter of an hour ago...I don't think Sir will be happy.."

"Happy or Chappy.. I don't care.. Just direct me to his room, And trust me... I will walk out with the title of Khurana Enterprises new Chief assistant!

Aur teri jaisi chamak challo wali mamuli si receptionist nai jo din bar ladko ke saath patte urathi hai!" She added.

"Huh?"

"Nothing My dear, Now where is Sir's office??"

The lady gave her directions and rolled her eyes.

******

Geet managed to squeeze herself in the cramped elevator. She made space in the middle of a fat Indo-Chinese lady and a young Indian man. Her new bosses' office was on the eleventh floor so it was a long elevator ride, With people coming in and out at each floor.

As the elevator went up, The young man next to Geet also elevated his eyes over Geets body. He leaned over purposefully to touch her bare arm. And as soon as he did that. SMACK!

Geet pounded a huge and loud smack on the mans face.

"How dare you! Just how dare you try touch me! Huh? Pervert!" She smirked and stepped off the elevator as it came to floor eleven. Everyone else was standing there in shock. The young man smiled an evil smile. So many perverts here. She thought.

Geet wriggled herself in her clothes. And straightened her hair. She didn't even know much about this Maan Singh Khurana. He was probably a man in his mid 50's to early 60's. Why Bother, She hadn't even seen his face before!

She tip-toed to the enourmaus glass door and Peeped inside. Suddenly she got an urge to jump inside and end this dramatic nervousness.

"She slammed the door open and Jumped inside.

"Namaste Khurana uncle Ji! Im Geet Handa! I've come for my interview!!!"

She squealed leaning to see who was behind the large desk chair.

The chair spun around and Geet was shocked to see the Most good looking man she had seen in years. With an arched brow and a sexy frown and dark and intense eyes. This was Maan Singh Khurana. A very dashing young man probably in his mid 20's?

"Vai Guru, Menu Bachaa le...By god Pehle hi pata hona chahiye tha muje..." Geet whispered to herself.

"Umm... I'm so sorry Sir... I mean I'm here for the interview, to be selected as your assistant. " She finished.

"I'm sorry but you don't qualify" said the most deep and manly voice ever. Maan went back to shuffling his papers as if Geet was invisible.

"Kya? I mean But sir you didn't even see my CV or take my interview! How can you just reject me?"

Maan sighed. With a You-Piss-Me-Off look on his face.

"Khurana Enterprises has a strict code of conduct here. Which was sent to all applicants the day you applied. So you decide to break the rules by coming late, harrass my receptionist downstairs, commit acts of violence against fellow members in the elavator, then barge into my office without asking or knocking and have any slight idea that you might be able to get chosen for this job But NO. Your wrong, I'm sorry but you will have to leave. Immediately. "

Kameeni chamak challo receptionist jooth bol rahi thi! I don't Know hindi! My foot! Geet thought in her head.

Geet met eyes with Maan. Getting called to an interview for the job in the best and biggest company in Mumbai wasn't going to go to waste. Specially when it comes to Geet Handa.

"Oh really sir? Do you think I'm not capable of this job? Well By God di kasam Sir, I will prove that you won't find anyone better than me! And I will prove that I am better than you!" She raised an eye-brow just like he did earlier.

Geet didn't see or know the age of Maan Singh Khurana before but she certainly knew that Maan Singh Khurana had an ego. And he wouldn't let anyone break it...

"My You seem to think a lot maturely out of the elevator and out of my receptionists eyes? Am I too good looking for you?"

"Huuuh?" Geet stumbled.

"It was Sarcasm"

"Well your horrible at it Sir."

"Well I'll give you one month to prove what you can bring to this company and in that month you will prove to me if your better than me or not. No one has ever challenged me before. Lets see how a small middle class girl does... Now you may leave.. Your office arrangements and things will be done. " He turned away to his laptop and checked the time.

"Oh ho Geet, Tu toh gayi, Bilkul Gayi.." Geet whispered to herself. She gritted her teeth and smiled at the person whose Ego she'd have to break in less than a month. But many things could happen in a month right? People learn to swim in a month, People can recover from Coma in a month,

People can fall in love in a month...

So what was this? Geet smiled fully this time. Get ready for the biggest musibat you've handled Mr Maan Singh Khurana... Get Ready...