so sorry for being this late again
I don’t know why but am just not getting time to sit peacefully and update.
college is just killing me.
I will update at most once or at least twice a week. please bear with me!!
“hectic… I am assisting dad in his work along with college… its tiring.”
He smiled and spoke genuinely to her, “miss busy handa… you seem to learn a lot lately hmm…”
The waiter served their orders and left. The whole evening they talked about everything except the reason why she was upset. He didn’t ask and she never bothered to answer as well. they spoke everything except the bitter things… they spoke of their college… their work… their lives and Geet seemed to calm down a bit… a lot of it!!!
They probably finished the third coffee and none of them realized how long it had been. They did find comfort in each other’s company… thats what they could conclude and maan seemed to drown more into it. if possible, he could probably go on listening to her forever and ever. It was only when maan’s cell beeped, they realized it was past dinner time.
“Geet… lets have dinner together…”
Geet thought for a while.. she was in no mood to get home. She agreed and they headed to a restaurant. He was just too happy with her being around. She was so different… unlike those girls who threw themselves at him. she definitely had a spine, he was confirmed and this is what he loved the most about her. oops!!! Did he say ‘loved’?? well whatever it was… it was such a nice feeling. They settled on their table and as usual he let her order. By now he had come to know that she loved continental food, especially non-veg dishes. Dessert…umm he knew what she’d order—chocolate mousse!!! And she ordered exactly that…for both of them. It didn’t matter whether she knew all this about him or not… he was happy that he has come to know her so well. they silently had dinner when maan suddenly spoke up.
“you were upset about something? Wanna speak about it?”
It was then she was reminded of the real reason why she had come out of the house. she pierced the meat ruthlessly with her fork and looked at him, “I am damn irritated hotshot… you wont believe dad did this to me…”, and she narrated him the whole thing of the proposal and stuff.
“I just don’t understand what he was thinking!”
Maan thought for a while… he knew it was wrong to know personal stuffs from other companies… it was business after all… but he knew he has to make Geet understand. She was very competitive in nature… very straightforward and very hardworking. He might just guide her…he didn’t know from where these feelings came to him but they were all so automatic…like he didn’t have any control over what he was feeling and strangely maan singh khurana was going just the way his heart wanted to.
“listen Geet… if you really want to do anything properly, the first thing is to be very patient with stuffs around…”
She stopped midway of her food and listened to him carefully… he indeed seemed very career oriented…thats what it looked like and thats what she concluded about him. he was one Richie rich fellow who knew a lot.
“you cannot get angry just because you think you are right. listen to the other person..try to formulate his/her words… the reasons, calculations, speculations, profits, losses… anything that related to it.. research on the proposal… think about it and then decide on those that fits your company the best! These are the basic basic stuffs Geet… you can’t ignore them if you are directly involved or indirectly.. don’t forget… its an organisation and to fit in, you have to be a good listener as well.”
“then I was wrong…”, she was irritated. Geet handa was wrong???
“its not about being wrong or right sweetheart…you are definitely not wrong from your point of view but you will lead people. You cant be impulsive even if you are right..”
She seemed to be in deep thought. Maan noticed her expressions and held her hands softly, “do you understand? You are just a beginner right now. I will be frank with you Geet… you hardly have any experience! You are just nothing right now without your father’s name! You need to develop those things…or else you are nothing.”
She muttered a faint ‘umm’ and both finished their dinner silently. Maan didn’t probe her further nor did he say further allowing her to think. He has come to know her calibre and he was somewhere excited to see her prospering… soaring high in the sky. He wanted to guide her.. he wanted her to be the best in her field. He felt something around him, looked around a bit and then ignored.
They walked towards the car park slowly when maan felt a tug on his arms. He stopped and turned back only to see Myra, standing in front of him. Geet turned back to see her when Myra’s piercing glare focussed on her. she rolled her eyes and moved a bit farther, watching the drama unfold. She was definitely not into all this. She pretended to yawn, showing off Myra and waited for the drama to start. Myra looked at maan who’s gaze was too cold to bear.
“what is it Myra?”
“maan…”, she spoke softly, “please listen o me for once…”
Maan sighed, “yeah am listening…go on!!!”
She tiptoed and cupped his face, “why don’t you believe me maan… I really do love you!!!”
He was bored… he held her hands and pushed her off him, “we are done Myra… you know it well. did you not hear anything that day?”
She looked at him earnestly, “I did… and I thought a lot about it too… I thought maybe I was over reacting but then I wasn’t wrong maan. I did fall for you… big time! I love you a lot..”
Her words meant nothing to him.. he was totally cold… to her feelings, like they meant nothing to him.
“I know it will be tough for you but trust me… its no plan.. it no game. Its as real as it could get!!!”
He looked at her for a while and then yanked her close in a jerk. Geet was enjoying the moment but she was totally shocked when maan pulled myra closer. Where they going back together again? Ohh god that sl** was trying so hard to rope her hotshot. She absolutely hated it. she felt like pulling away Myra and giving her one tight slap for her audacity. But what she heard further actually made her head spin.
Maan lifted her hand and caressed her cheeks, “what is it that brings you here Myra.. back to me?”
He was so soft… Myra was somewhere wishing that he was convinced. She closed her eyes, feeling his touch, “you… yourself. You do remember those night right… how you loved playing with my curls…”
Geet had just come closer to do what she had planned but now she felt like puking, hearing those words. Ewww… how could she say all those crappy things? And hotshot loved her long hair?? She craned her neck a bit to really check whether myra had long hairs.. and indeed she had…waist long dark think locks.. beautiful ones.
“its true… I do like women with long hairs…”
Geet felt like killing Myra right there for having long hairs. Ohh god.. she didn’t even realize what she was thinking.. probably the being ‘Geet handa’ effect. she thought whatever she wanted to and there was nothing… absolutely nothing in the whole world that could stop her from doing whatever she wished to…not even her conscience.
“…but I don’t like Myra who has long hair!”
He pushed her away coldly and turned back to Geet, slipping his hands round her waist, “good night Myra… have a good sleep. Bye.”
Tears rolled down her eyes seeing the rejection in his eyes… he never felt anything… anything at all. And then her eyes fell on Geet who walked so close to maan… his hands protectively wrapped around her. she burned in anger… jealousy.. how could she? She screamed out loud, “its it because of her?? is it her for whom you reject me???”
He heard it… she heard her broken voice too…coated in the pain of lost love but they ignored. they got in their cars and drove off. Maan drove straight to handa mansion and stopped right in front of the gate. She looked at the place and then back at him suspiciously, “you seem to know a lot about me…eh hotshot?”
He smiled, “of course miss Geet Handa…everyone knows you!”. He stressed a bit on her surname.
“thanks a lot…”, she spoke plainly and turned to get off. He leaned forward and before she could realize anything, he placed a soft peck on her cheek, “good night…”
She got off and turned to face him. he smiled, waved a bye and drove off. She wondered what was wrong with this guy!!!
“you are incorrigible..”, she muttered to herself. But then it was bail-able right… I mean he helped her a lot today.. then it was ok? Was it really ok? She shook her head and ran inside.
The hall was entirely dark as she stepped in. She sighed and stepped on the stair when she heard nisha’s voice, “why were you so late?”
She turned back to see a fuming nisha.
“and pray why were you not taking my calls Geet? where were you?“
She rolled her eyes, “I was having dinner with a friend… phone was on silent and thats why I was late! Now can I get back to my room…please?”
Nisha was very worried… it was 11pm and Geet wasn’t even taking any call since the moment she left the house!
“how can you be so careless with everything Geet? do you realize how worried I was?”
“Chachi..please, aap meri fikar mat kijiye… I am fine. Kuch nahi hoga mujhe…”
[Chachi…please stop worrying about me. I am fine. Nothing is going to happen to me]
“yeah right but then do you care about me?”, nisha really didn’t want to have an argument with Geet but Geet never leaves her a choice.
“good night Chachi…”, Geet walked away, not even bothering to answer nisha. She had a lot to do today… she had to prove something to her dad and she will. She heard nisha shout at her, “Parkati… could you please learn to behave?”
She ignored all of it and shut the door. She dropped her clothes and went to take a warm shower. She was pretty tired but then she had to prove her worth. She quickly finished her shower and stood in front of the mirror, drying her hair. She took a few strands of them, locking them between her fingers and moving the dryer over. She looked at her hair that reached probably upto her shoulders and was reminded of maan’s words on the same.
A smile teased her lips as she recalled his words… she was never into all those girly lovey dovey things but some moments do get you the feel of being a girl. She didn’t know what was she doing.. she kept the dryer down and ran her fingers in her hairs, detangling them, softly, carefully. She checked their length.. umm only till her shoulders—pretty shorter than Myra’s!!! She smiled how he never cared for Myra in front of her… from day one.. be it the disc, the restaurant, Paris…or even now. She felt pampered and somewhere deep down something tingling but she ignored it altogether. She ruffled her hair and hit her head, “huh… Parkati..”
She laughed at herself and got back to her bed. She brought some files, her laptop, pen, paper, books… whatever important she could find and sat on the bed, surrounded by the stuffs. She had a lot to work on. She started her work by reviewing the basics of the company..where it invests, which deals had been signed… and simultaneously made a report for herself . she stayed awake the whole night, flipping through pages, browsing through websites, noting down the things she needed to study… and she didn’t even realize when she dozed off, in the early hours of the morning, completely exhausted!
He walked into his office, greeting people who wished him. they were confused… Maan singh khurana actually wishing someone that too so nicely!!!! It was a good news for the employees… they will be spared. He straightaway went to his cabin and called for Adi. He briefed him all about the scheduled meetings and he was too happy to feel irritated by some stupid meetings he hated. He didn’t know why he was so happy… but then he was sure the reason was Geet. he didn’t know what feelings he had been feeling but it was all so new… so beautiful.. days were so bright and he just couldn’t wait to speak to her. he called her a couple of times but all of them went in voicemail. Knowing her, she must be in college or breaking her head over what he told last night. he loved her single mindedness. She did whatever she liked to… somewhere deep inside wishing her to grow immensely.
It was not in him to go after someone… be it Geet! and same was with her. one month was gone..they spoke hardly once or twice. Life seemed busy… but they always thought about the other person. Geet was still busy in learning everything that she could.. about the market, the company’s shares, the different departments… everything. She just wanted to prove her worth. She even kept quiet at times where she’d accompany her dad from some meetings and find things absurd.
Life was busy for him too. He got a few deals on an international level and he was totally engrossed in it. it was something related to his favourite field of marketing and management and something he had been eyeing for a long time. Meetings after meetings, travels, conferences… it was just too hectic. He didn’t meet her..neither could he speak to her and then he didn’t feel much. yeah he did feel nice seeing her around and speaking to her over the phone but his work preoccupied his mind pushing away almost everything about her out of his mind.
Geet forgot all about the khurana person for there were no occasions that related her to him. she was done with him… she hardly spoke to hotshot and got focussed in her work. She worked really hard and did impress people in the office. She worked with one motive that she had to be at the top. Mohinder was too happy to see Geet working so hard yet his health became all the more fragile. Nisha worried for both of them…geet seemed too busy to even know what was going in her home and then there was mohinder who refused to talk about his health issues to his daughter. Nisha was stuck in the middle… she couldn’t see Geet going colder and colder yet she couldn’t even tell about mohinder for he had taken a promise. She felt it so stupid.. so childish but then she didn’t want to let them down.
She sat in her cabin browsing through some files she had been working on. she didn’t even tell her dad about the research she had been doing for the past three months. She was still stuck as just an assistant… like an apprentice and that was it. she had no say in office matters whatsoever until she was asked to. Mohinder made sure no one helped her just because she was the chairman’s daughter. He made sure she wasn’t given any special treatment, no respect in terms of positions… she even had to collect her own from the canteen and strangely Geet kept mum to all these. Mohinder was at first very surprised knowing that Geet hated being treated the way she didn’t like… but she was calm. He probably guessed she was trying to get in terms but least did he know her secret efforts… precisely it wasn’t secret but she worked when she was totally alone..nor did she even speak about it to anyone. Her phone buzzed breaking her concentration. She looked up from the file and then at the name flashing on it. hotshot… umm she looked at the time… it was going to be 10pm. She didn’t even realize how long she had worked but then she was getting his call almost after one whole month. She finally closed her file and rested back on her chair.
“Geet.. meet me in 15 minutes in front of the airport.”
“what? Airport? Where are you?”
“just do as I say okay… come now. Am waiting.. 15 minutes.”
The call was disconnected. She looked at the phone and then at the time, “whats with him?”
But he sounded quite serious. She wondered if he was in some problem. She picked her keys and walked out. She drove as fast as she could and reached in 10 minutes. She parked her car in the taxi stand. She saw him stand at a corner, waiting for her. she waved at him and ran out.
“you okay hotshot? Is there something important?”
“umm.. I just wanted to see you before I left!”
She was surprised, “left? Are you going somewhere?”
He was seeing her after such a long time. She had got a very sharp features.. probably developed as she grew up in those months. He crossed his arms over his chest, ‘yep I am… shifting to London for a year.”
“what??? London? So suddenly??? I mean how… why…”, she was totally surprised. He had become a good friend and more than that she knew he was a very good help as well.
“work Geet.. I have lot of things to handle there and its getting tough doing it from here…”
“yeah right… but for one whole year??”, she eyed him meaningfully, “what do you do hotshot?”
He smiled… she still didn’t have a clue who he was. She just accepted him just the way he presented himself and trusted him as well. she was someone who wouldn’t even touch her own self until she wished to…then who was he?
“nothing much Geet… I just run a small company… thats it!”, he answered playfully.
“small company and it has got a branch in London? how exactly small is it?”, she asked him suspiciously.
His smile became wider and he leaned forward and pulled her into a bear hug, “yeah…its a very…umm… different kind of company you see!”
“really?”, she still didn’t seem to be convinced yet she reciprocated the hug.
“I will miss you… so do give me a call whenever you will be free…”
“hmm I will…”
She didn’t even say that she’d miss him… she’d miss her friend…because those things probably didn’t exist in her life. she bid him a goodbye and walked off not even waiting for him to leave. Her work was done… then what was the need to stay back? Maan hoped she’d stay.. but then seeing her walk away… he somewhere felt a little bad. He wanted to see her so much before he left… he’d be busy there so he might not come to india at all, until its urgent, but her walking away pinched him somewhere but then who cares!! She was the ‘Geet handa’… and that was all about her. he smiled and turned to leave when he heard a jerk of a taxi driver make a very lewd comment on her.
It was really very bad and maan was furious. How dare he? He turned around to beat the hell out of him.. how can someone say like that about his Geet? more importantly about a woman? He just turned to the person and the next moment he saw him fall on the ground crying n pain. He was surprised to see Geet stand beside… apparently thrusting a kick on his right place, making him wince in pain.
“Trust me…I am even more indecent.”
She spoke so coldly… maan was actually witnessing this side of hers for the first time ever. He knew she was like that from day 1 but then there was a certain spark in her eyes that he just couldn’t miss… something so fierce and strong…yet so cold and ruthless. He watched her walk away in attitude even without turning to at least wave him a goodbye.
Did she even have a heart? he shook his head and let that pass. He was thinking too much about it perhaps. She was like that and he respected women who didn’t cry for help, rather stood up for themselves. But that look I her eyes…that bothered him somewhere within. He pulled the blanket closer in his business class and dozed off, waiting to step down t the place where he was brought up.
Meanwhile, Geet walked back to her office, collected her files and other documents and headed home. The house was probably in a pandemonium… servants running here and there, crowding mohinder’s room and gossiping amongst themselves! Was something wrong? Curious, she walked up the stairs and peeped into the room. The doctor just came out which made her panic a bit.
“what is wrong with dad?”, she demanded, “what happened?”
She ran in to see her father lying on the bed , looking almost lifeless and then at a worried nisha. She saw him for a while and screamed at the top of her voice, “suna nahin meine kya poocha… dad ko kya hua hain?”
[did you not here what I asked… what happened to dad?]
The doctor immediately came closer to them, “relax miss Geet… sir ko kuch nahin hua hain. Work overload ki wajah se thodi si kamzori hain and low bp…thats it unhe bas kuch dino ke araam ki zarurat hain.. aap please shaant ho jaiye..”
[relax miss Geet… nothing has happened to sir. He is a little weak and has got low bp due to work overload…thats it. he needs to rest for a few days…please calm down]
Mohinder looked at the doctor and blinked his eyes in assurance. The doctor sighed and left. Geet just sat beside her father, watching him sleep under the effects of medication. Once he slept, she sat on his table and reviewed whatever reports she had made that day. Nisha called her for dinner… she refused, she sent her dinner in the room…she was least interested in it. she was focussed on something very different altogether. She checked on her father from time to time and slept off there on the table itself.
next: One year later…