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TPR3 Chap 5 -The event

Sunday Sundae is served :)) Again they meet, of-course they do, how could they not. Otherwise this story would be SO boring ;))) So read enjoy, excuse any errors as usual I haven’t had much time to edit it and don’t forget to comment nahi tou kuch kuch ka break lag jayaega in my brainwa ; ))))))

TPR3 Chap 5- The event

Geet shuffled the papers in her hands as she stood near where the ceremony was gong to happen. The new wing was state of the art, cancer treatment would be the best in the state here. She was very impressed. And even more impressed with the fact that the majority of the money had been donated by Maan Singh Khurana which had surprised her.

He was bound to come to the opening, wasn’t he? Did she want to see him again? As if he was about to consult you on his coming and goings Geet, she grimaced. Why was she even thinking about him, she muttered to herself, what did it matter to her if he came or not, she was here to do her job, that’s all.

“Geet shall I set up here?” Pinky interrupted her thoughts as she put down the bags containing the equipment in a suitable position. The lobby of the wing was large in size with an atrium at its

centre, giving it a light airy feel. A small stage had been created right under the dome. The afternoon Sun flooded in through the glass giving them ample daylight for filming without having to set up too many artificial lights. They were relatively early so they set up near to the stage in order to get a decent vantage point of the ceremonies. Here and there people were milling about arranging chairs around the small stage others were placing flowers in tall vases and finishing touches around the place making it look presentable.

“I wonder if Maan…err Mr Maan Singh Khurana…”

“Give it up Geet,” Pinky grinned cutting into Geet’s sentence, “You are allowed to call him whatever you like, you were practically glued to the man two days ago!”

“Pinky!Shhhhhh….!” Geet squealed, “it was nothing like that and you know it!” Warmth flooded her cheeks as she remembered that moment in his arms.

Pinky bent over with laughter as she saw Geet’s embarrassment. “Its good to see you actually affected by a man.”

“Pinky I was not affected by him at all!” Geet shot back indignantly. “I am not affected by any man. There is no place for men in my life,” she added quietly as a dark shadow flitted in her eyes and instantly Pinky felt contrite.

“Geet one day you will find the one.” She was at her friends side placing a gentle hand on Geet’s shoulder as a shudder went through her.

“No thank you, you can keep your one or even two in your case.” Smiling she winked at her friend. Pinky I am sorry, I didn’t mean to sound like the abla naari again.”

“You two girls will have to move from here!” Said a brusque voice from right behind them.

Both Pinky and Geet turned on that tone with fire in their eyes and a stubborn tilt to their chins.

“You and whose army says so?” Geet challenged the rough looking man. “We are not moving anywhere, we were here first.”

“Areey kudis move from here or else!” Colour flared in his outraged face at being challenged by two women. Swarthy skinned, stocky and well built, he looked very much like someone’s strong armed minder. As he tried to out stare them his mouth worked on a tooth pick. His weedy long haired companion, had dark eyes which were darting from one side of the room to the other, he also shifted from one foot to other with nervous tension. Almost as if he was expecting to be caught out by someone.

“Get lost!” Pinky told them in a firm tone. “Find somewhere else to put your camera up, as we said WE were here first.”

That didn’t go down well with him at all. Enraged, he violently threw the bag he was holding down at Geet’s feet.

“Shiva! Kotha! Be careful!” The weedy companion practically shouted, jumping away from the bag as if singed.

“Idiot! Its not on yet” His swarthy companion advised his tense associate with an unpleasant smile.

On? What did that mean? Geet eyed the camera in his partially open bag, it looked like something from the graveyard of photographic equipment, wires seem to be coming out of it that didn’t make sense at all. Bending down she was about to touch it when the man whipped the bag away throwing a crude gaali their way.

“Kaminis you will regret this!”

“I am not sure what he is about to do with that ancient relic he has in his bag, but he sure isn’t going to be able to film anything with that thing.” Geet frowned. “Anyway, what network are they from?”

“Leave him Geet, complete idiots they are. Chalo, lets get ready.” She glanced her watch, “the VIP’s should be coming in soon I want to be set up and ready when you get a chance to interview them.”

“Yeah, sure,” Geet replied pulling everything out of her bags she would need. In moments both of them were in professional mode ready to start filming or interviewing the event.

“Pinky run the camera I am going to talk about the historical reasons why this wing is so important to this town, this state.”

“Ready? 1..2..3 camera rolling…action!” Pinky said peering into the camera.

“Welcome to the brand new cancer wing at the Sarabai Memorial Hospital, this new wing is at the forefront of cancer treatment…”

“Daadima this way,” Maan gently escorted Savtridevi along the corridor, ahead of them Dr Gupta the administrative head walked backwards, chattering incessantly to them both about how excited he was to be opening the new wing and how wonderful it will be for the patients to have such a facility to use and staff to work in, thanking them for their donation effusively.

“Guptaji please, you will fall,” Savitridevi warned as the little man stumbled in his excited rush.

“Do not worry Savitrideviji even if I fall I am in the right place to get help!” He snorted laughing at his own joke.

Savitridevi couldn’t help smiling at the excited head’s antics and turned to look at Maan, but Maan’s attention was entirely focused somewhere else.

Before them the little stage was set out with fresh flowers, people milled about waiting their arrival and alongside the stage a beautiful young woman was talking into a camera being worked by another striking young woman with bright pink spunky hair.

“Woman power! I like it.” Savtridevi approved as they moved forward towards them.

Maan was transfixed, the pool of light fell straight on to her through the glass dome. The rays bathed her in a soft golden glow, serving to highlight her natural beauty.

The glasses were back. Hiding.

But even with the glasses he saw her focused eyes gleamed with purpose, whilst her mouth…oh god…what a mouth, those full lips with a touch of pink gloss sent his temperature rocketing. He heard the words but they meant nothing as he stood transfixed on her face.

She felt his presence before she even saw him. The fine hairs on the back of her arms stood up. Taking a quick deep breath she carried on with her intro until she finished what she needed to say.

“And…That’s a cut.” Pinky concluded.

“Maan close your mouth beta, or you will start swallowing flies.” Daadima advised with mirth in her tone.

“Errr….Ms Handa..nice to see you again, Ms Gupta.” Maan’s deep tone acknowledged them as daadima’s sarcastic remark snapped him out of his trance.

“Pinky, please call me Pinky…” Pinky smiled, nudging Geet to do the same.

“Geet, yes please call me Geet.”

“I already do,” muttered Maan under his breath.

Savitridevi looked at Maan with interest, she had not seen him pay this much attention to any woman, not even the one he was engaged to. She turned to look at ‘Geet’ with interest. Certainly she was a lovely looking woman, but her grandson had met many lovely young women before. Greatly surprised she stared at Maan as he remained mesmerised by the young woman whilst she was turning a pretty shade of pink under his scrutiny.

“Err Maan won’t you introduce me to these lovely young women?”

“Yes..Yes of course daadima…” he tore his eyes away from her.

“What my grandson means is I am Savitridevi, pleased to meet you both.” She extended her hand, both Geet and Pinky shook it and greeted her.

“Lovely to meet you Savitridevi, you are an inspiration for us both.” Geet said with a genuine smile.

Next to her Saviridevi heard her grandson catch his breath at that smile. She had to admit the young lady was beautiful to look at but she had never seen her grandson so taken with anyone like this.

“Its fabulous to see women make a foray into this field, well done ladies.”

“Daadima, Geet is one of the finalists from ‘Emerging Young Journalist’ competition, the one DBC have organised.”

“Ah, the one where you are on the panel of judges.” Now she understood where they had met.

“Congratulations Geet and good luck! Savitridevi smiled. Brains as well as beauty. So maybe that was the reason why her grandson was paying so much attention to her, she knew he was a great admirer of hard work and talent. Looked like Ms Handa had it in spades. Still he was engaged to Sabrina, should she worry about it? She didn’t like to interfere…more to the point, well, she loved to interfere in his life but he didn’t like it. Maybe she would try some roundabout way of talking about it to him later she thought.

“Mr Khurana please, Savitridevi please come this way lets start the event.” Dr Gupta gushed amiably as he rounded up all the people that needed to be there.

Maan nodded taking their leave as he and Savitridevi went along with Guptaji. The place was crowded now and people started taking their seats as they realised the event was about to start.

Pinky started rolling the camera and focused on the podium to capture the opening addresses.

Geet stood alongside looking over the crowd scanning for people she could interview, noting down questions she could ask them. There were quite a few VIP’s ranging from business people to film stars and even a general from the Indian army. She knew several of these people were invited as they had made donations to the wing and some were on the board of directors.

Her eyes kept drifting to Maan even though she tried hard to distract herself. He looked the very epitome of the very successful businessman that he was. But more than that he exuded power and charisma. He had managed to get under her skin her somehow and she wasn’t happy about it. Groaning at herself to get a grip she turned to look in the opposite direction to where he was sitting and found herself staring at the antics the two goons that had tried to move them earlier to get nearer the stage.

They were pulling out the ancient relic of a camera from their bag, from where she stood she could see they were being extremely careful with it. She frowned at how carefully the two of them put things down on the floor and the set the camera on a stand.

Stand? Well more a high stool. What the?

These two weren’t even pretending to film anything, just doing something in the bag very, very carefully, whispering to each other, checking the time by looking at their phones and counting on their fingers and arguing with each other.

Finally they decided something and the muscle man bent and did something in the bag. Then they quickly both looked around to make sure no one was watching them, smiled at each other and stood up. Bizarrely then they stepped away from the set up they had so carefully constructed and started walking away, very fast.

Something definitely smelled fishy here. Without causing a fuss Geet decided to follow them. She signalled to Pinky to say she would be just a minute and followed in the direction of the two men. She could just see them walking down the corridor to the exit. She quickened her step to catch up with them. As they reached the exit the stocky man pulled out his phone and dialled someone.

“Haan ho gaya…haan time set kiya…arrey we counted boss..no mistake, just like Swami showed us…nahi, no problems. No…only some smart women who think they are so clever!” He laughed loudly. “But soon they will see who the clever ones are. Sorry boss, no, no …we didn’t get into an argument…yes..everything will go as planned. Yes I pressed the switch, now the only way it wont happen is if they find it and disconnect the red wire…cut laal wire, at the cutting laal ribbon ceremony, hehehe!” He guffawed into the phone. “Haan boss we are coming fast don’t want to be here when it all goes kaboom!”

By now Geet was positive these two had done something really bad.

“OI! Stop! What did you just do?” she shouted out from behind them.

They both turned in surprise at being called and stared in fright at her. Then as she moved forward towards them they started to run. Increasing her pace Geet grabbed the weedy man’s arm and held on to him hard, firing questions at them about they had been doing.

Maan stared at her vanishing back feeling that something was very out of place. She had been staring hard at a camera crew on the other side of the stage. He wondered what had fascinating her about them. More to the point, why would Geet follow those two men and leave her prime place? And he was pretty sure she was following them at the speed she took off after them. It didn’t make sense.

Daadima was going to be a while yet, he decided to check out where she had gone. The corridor she had gone down led to an exit to the grounds, he increased his strides as his puzzlement at her actions grew. Opening the exit door he walked out to see Geet shouting at two men, one of which she was holding on to despite being pushed and slapped by both of them as she was half dragged behind them.

“GEET!” Maan shouted her name out in shock as he ran towards her. As they saw him running towards them, the two men made a huge effort and managed to get her to let go of the arm she had been trying so hard to hold on to. They ran off as fast as they could across the green field that was part of the hospital grounds without looking back.

“Geet! What’s going on? Who were those men? Why were they hitting you? Are you all right? ” Her lip was cut, she stood nursing her arm where they had been hitting and breathing hard from her exertions. Also he could see her face was red from where she had received hard slaps. Her glasses lay in the grass smashed to smithereens.

“Maan….” She took big gulps of air “…they were were talking about switching on something…”

“What?” Maan’s brow raised with worry as he took in her injuries, but more than that, her panic.

“Oh dear God …” Geet started to turn back towards the hospital as she suddenly realised what they had done, breaking into a run full speed towards the event.

“Geet? Stop… you are injured.” He broke into a run alongside her. What the hell was she doing?

“Maan…please no time to explain I think…just come with me. I hope I am wrong. Please God let me be wrong.”

Out of breath she skidded to a halt just before the corridor opened out to the atrium. Savitridevi was still on the stage giving her speech. She signalled to him and Maan followed her as she made her way to what looked like a camera on a stool.

“Geet?” He questioned quietly from right next to her. She frowned at him. Doesn’t the man even get out of breath?

“What’s wrong?” He frowned at down at her.

“Errrr M..Maan Mr Khurana…” Fearful that she might be right, she stumbled over the her words.

“Just Maan will do.” His dark eyes told her they were somewhat beyond formalities.

“Err Maan…” she wiped her brow, licking her dry lips and said “If this is what I think it is we need to clear this place immediately.”

“What?” Puzzled he stared at her agitated state.

Slowly and carefully she sank down on her haunches and very carefully prised the bag open.

Maan’s eyes widened as he saw the ticking device attached to what he could see were explosives.

“Dear God!” Geet whispered horrified to find that she was right.

The timer was telling them they had six minutes to clear the place.

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18 responses to “TPR3 Chap 5 -The event

  1. karam80

    January 21, 2018 at 3:47 pm

    Mindblowing update…..
    Daadi smell something between Maaneet….
    Geet realized soon something is wrong with those 2 people….
    Maan is watching her all the time…..
    And when she disappeared….
    He followed her….
    And Finally they got the Time bomb….
    But only 6min left….
    Looking forward to know what they gonna do now???
    Continue soon….
    Can’t wait for next part…

     
    • janememe

      January 21, 2018 at 4:43 pm

      Thank you Karam80 for your comment. Its the big multi million dollar question- if you only had six minutes what would you do with those last six minutes?? eeeeeeeeeeee !

       
      • karam80

        January 21, 2018 at 4:48 pm

        Nothing I Think I will wait for 6 min to complete….

         
      • janememe

        January 21, 2018 at 5:03 pm

        A totally Zen thought- like it 😉

         
  2. gkapoor123

    January 21, 2018 at 4:35 pm

    Who were the guys who were dragging geet hope they are able to stop the timer

     
    • janememe

      January 21, 2018 at 4:45 pm

      THat gkapoor is the question…who? Yeahthe timer….six minutes and counting! Yikes thanks for your comment ;))

       
  3. fermeen30

    January 21, 2018 at 10:21 pm

    Loved the update. When Geet and Maan are together something is always bound to happen. Eager for the next part, the time bomb.

     
  4. honeygrape

    January 22, 2018 at 12:31 am

    Uffff. Geet and maan together in action. Lovely.. Glad that dadima has got impressed with geet. Eager to know what they will do with those bombs

     
    • janememe

      January 22, 2018 at 9:39 am

      yeah who could fail to be impressed our Geet buahahahha :))) yesssss me too :))) Kaboom!

       
  5. Madhuri53 / Madhuri Kulkarni

    January 22, 2018 at 5:03 am

    Part 58 – Geet finally found out about what they two men were doing. Wasn’t there any security check in? how could they got in.? or it was not so important event so anybody can get in?
    Oh..ho..ho….maan eyes were glued on geet only. Dadi too noticed his interest in geet. She was surprised to see maan getting impatient for one girl which she never noticed when maan was with Sabrina.
    Finally geet found out that was time bomb and they had only 6 minutes. What & how they will do.? But those two men flee away.

     
    • Madhuri53 / Madhuri Kulkarni

      January 22, 2018 at 5:12 am

      Sorry. Its chapter 5.

       
    • janememe

      January 22, 2018 at 9:42 am

      Security must have let them in as they They thought they were media ;))) (waise thats a good point) Of course his eyes are favicol se chipke Geet peeeeeeeee ;)))) wahi tou what wll they do with 6 minutes! YKES :)) Thanks for your comment.

       
  6. Mansi

    January 22, 2018 at 7:18 am

    Hey nice update,they met again yippie💃And maan smitten by her.always his eyes following her.dadi noted the attraction.woh gundey geet ko maare i prefer the geet who knows martial arts as season one tpr.jo gundon ko thodthi hai😊.only six minutes for a blast oops…time is ticking hope ninja khurana and geet will do something.geet say no man is allowed in her life aw 😲.hope msk changes that.

     
    • janememe

      January 22, 2018 at 9:44 am

      hainaaaaa thode martial arts sikhnee paadengi (wink wink) yes totally OPPS six minutes and counting! WAAAAHHHHH Ninja Singh ko bahut kuch baadlna hai Geet ke life mein :)))

       
  7. Anupama Sharma

    January 26, 2018 at 12:27 pm

    Nice update….. Maan is total lattoo on Geet and daadi is smart enough to smell something fishy between two.
    Looking for a blastful update soon…….which will bring them closer

     
    • janememe

      January 27, 2018 at 3:53 pm

      I will defo try being them together! Kaboom! :))

       
  8. maanKijaan

    January 28, 2018 at 5:33 am

    Wow.. so much happens in the 2 updates. Geet has been beaten by the men who planted a bomb there, why would,they have to do it in the first place. Too much information to digest, Maan comes to her rescue yet again, and they hav just 6 mins to clear the venue. Waiting for more.

     
    • janememe

      January 28, 2018 at 5:19 pm

      Hi Maankijaan yesss so much has happened = I do hope you are enjoying the pace. 6 minutes only abb read chap 6 to see what happened ;)) Thanks for commenting ;))

       

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