TPR3 Chap 15 – Unbidden thoughts.
Sunday Sundae is served ;)) I am back and stuck in a room with these two ( what I go through for you guys! Sheezz :)))) – this weeks epi is so long! Some people wanted long which I have done, some people wanted romance which …..you will have to read and see! So read, enjoy, excuse any errors, as usual I haven’t had much time to edit it and don’t forget to comment please I love to read them and they tell me what you like and what you don’t ;))
“Hum tummmmm ek kamremein bandh ho aur chabbi kho jaaye!” She whipped her head around at the song.
“Aaj ke most requested song is playing for all you lovers out there in Delhi ke love ki gaaliyon mein…”A DJ voiced in his most sultry voice as Geet’s eyes located that the sound was coming from an abandoned radio.
“Geet there is no way out from the back, and we can’t go out the way we came… we are stuck here until the riot calms down.” Maan voiced grimly his hands on his hips, reappearing from behind the stacked boxes.
The radio blared out “Tere naino ke bhool bhulyan mein Bobby kho jaayeee….” more like Geet kho jaye she thought as she looked into the deep dark chocolate depths of Maan’s eyes.
Chap 15 – Unbidden thoughts.
Geet gulped back those words her brain had uttered so loudly in case they spilled off her lips. Moving fast she switched the radio off in case it presented her brain with further thoughts about Maan which she SO didn’t need. Taking a deep breath she drew herself up, her eyes travelled the length of him.
“What are you doing here?” Yes, be casual about it Geet, she coached herself, but what was he doing here?
Maan gazed at her. Clearly she was not happy to see him, her stiff posture screamed she was ready for a fight. What should he say, that he was in the vicinity, just happened to be passing by, came to save her?
“I saw you on TV.” Deliberately he was opaque.
Had he come to save her again? It didn’t help that he looked like some dark avenging angel instead of the veritable white knight. Wearing a black shirt that hugged his torso and black jeans that fitted so well in all the right places he knocked her senses sideways. Forbidden thoughts sprang out of nowhere and manifested themselves, she couldn’t help the way her eyes travelled over him, or the way her breath caught as he gazed right back or the erratic beating of her heart. Everything about him screamed delicious dark temptation- he should have come with an Alice in Wonderland label that said- open me & eat me slowly she thought.
Extracting herself from errant thoughts her brain computed what he had just said. Incredulous, her eyes widened, “You saw me on TV? What does that mean?”
He wasn’t going to win this one, he decided to come straight out with it. Now he had a perverse urgency to see her reaction at what he was about to say.
“Yes, I saw you on TV, in the midst of a whole lot of thugs led by Sharma. After reading about Deepak and his appearance at the club at the same time as Sharma and realising what kind of company he keeps, I put two and two together and realised that he almost assuredly has a connection with Sharma. I thought he might be here and… that you would need help.”
Her eyes widened even further for a moment whilst she digested this information.
What did he mean he had information on Deepak?
“You… you had information on Deepak?” She stumbled over her words as she gaped at him.
“Yes.” He really enjoyed watching her reactions. Each and every emotion was so beautifully expressed on her stunning face. First shock that he knew about Deepak and now would come outrage.
“What business is it of yours?” Geet’s temper rose and her eyes flashed fire. She didn’t want him to know about Deepak, her sordid connection to him.
God! She was stunning when she was mad, his eyes narrowed on her flushed cheeks and her lush lower lip she was now busy worrying with even white teeth.
“I made it my business Geet.” His dark eyes spoke volumes and she was temporarily thrown back to being in his house, in his arms, lying over him. Her face transfused with more pink.
He resisted the urge to smile at his small victory. He had managed to resurrect that moment between them, his ego was satisfied. There was something undeniable between them that even Geet was having trouble denying, her face said as much but he didn’t expect her to crumble so easily.
“No. It is none of your business Maan. I don’t need a saviour, a white knight.” The words spilled out of her because she had been thinking more about the delicious dark angel in front of her.
Tough. He didn’t blink as he withstood her anger.
“You are not listening. Let me tell you again. I don’t need a saviour I can handle myself.”
From outside there was a huge bang, they both turned to see, then the lights went out.
Maan muttered a sharp oath that bounced around the room like a stray bullet, breaking into their heated sparring underfed with sensual energy.
The inky black seemed to have swallowed them both and he edged towards Geet to see if she was OK and walked straight into her.
“Maan! Stay still!” Muscle and hardness surrounded her.
“Geet you stay still, what are you doing?” he growled as she swept past brushing against him towards a stack of dark looming crates.
“Shush!” She hushed his concern. “I think I saw a lantern here.” She started to feel around with her hands and came into contact again with warm hard muscle.
“Maan, will you stand still!” Sharply she admonished him more because his nearness was a temptation she was finding hard to resist. Her fingers so wanted to linger and explore that solid muscle but she pulled them away going back to her search for the lantern.
Unaccustomed to being told what to do with such hard tones he growled right back, “I will find it if its here, you are sure you saw it?”
“Yes, of-course otherwise why else would I be stumbling around in the dark?” Geet sounded annoyed. “Maybe Maan this time I can save you from this terrible fate.” She finished in a tone that dripped with sarcasm.
She was being so sassy, he glared at her in the darkness and realised that his glare was pointless when she couldn’t even see it.
“Ok hold this.” Finding him again she handed him the lantern and with the other hand she felt around and found matches.
Striking a match she held it up whilst he opened the lantern and she was able to light the wick.
Loud shouts and screams were coming from all around them but here inside this warehouse it seemed as if time was standing still.
The atmosphere changed to forced intimacy as they both stood close to each other in the small light of the lantern. They were stuck in here for a while yet if the noises outside were anything to go by.
She was stuck she rephrased in her brain, she was stuck in a dark room with Maan Singh Khurana. All sorts of possibilities formed in her mind, with a sigh she thrust them aside.
Putting the lantern down, she sank to the floor, there was no point in trying to get out although her brain screamed she needed to escape from his proximity but she didn’t have a choice, they would have to sit this one out.
She saw he did the same.
Each leaning against a crate, they sat facing each other in the warm light of the lantern.
Why had she sighed liked that, with regret. “Geet we will be fine.” He reassured.
A smile broke out on her face. “Maan you really have to get over your saviour complex. You think I haven’t been in such situations before? Riots like this happen every other day in my job.”
Saviour complex? His eyes narrowed on her. He didn’t have a saviour complex! He wasn’t trying to save everyone, he just wanted to save her.
“That as may be but Deepak is sure to be around somewhere.”
Geet looked him right in the eyes. “I can handle Deepak.” She had to.
His pointed look said otherwise.
“He caught me unaware at the club, but now that I know he is back I will be… and am more cautious.” She wasn’t having him give her that look, yes he had saved her but he need not think that she was relying on him for evermore.
“By the way why did you get information on him?” And then it occurred to her, “Wait a minute you must have obtained information on me too?” That’s the only way he would have realised her connection to Deepak.
His silence told her a lot.
“Of-course you did. Maan Singh Khurana! What business do you have finding out information on me.” Her eyes blazed at him.
“It wasn’t like that.” Exasperated he pushed a hand through his dark locks.
“Then what was it like?” She was dumb founded that he had done such a thing. Bristling with anger she glared at him through the golden glow.
“We were looking to create a media division and I thought you could head it.”
She looked as if she didn’t believe him at all.
“Ok then why did you find out about Deepak.”
Even in the dim light he saw her face pale.
“He’s no relation of mine.” she ground out, her flesh breaking out in shivers at the dark memories.
“I needed to know, he could do this to any other woman, and he did it in my friends club.” Again he could have skirted around the subject but he didn’t.
His voice gentle and sincere. “Geet he tried to kidnap you, if Aamir hadn’t seen you, who knows what could have happened to you.” He watched her closely as he said those words.
She knew exactly what Deepak was capable of, especially to helpless women.
“As I said I can handle him, you don’t need to do anything.” She was done with this topic, she didn’t want to explain anymore to him, it was none of his business anyway.
The fight seemed to have gone out of her. His eyes narrowed on her face. Clearly whatever lurked in her past with relation to Deepak disturbed her even now.
“What did you mean when you said to Pinky Deepak was bad news? What did he do to you?”
Without warning she jumped up at that.
“I am going to find a way out.” She really didn’t want to have this conversation with Maan.
Exasperated he jumped up after her grabbing the lantern, “Geet! There is trouble out there and its pitch dark in here how are you going to find a way out? Sit down before you hurt yourself.” Holding the lantern high he tried to light her way and walked straight into a large crate.
He cursed as Geet burst out into peels of laughter, “Maan please sit down, you have hurt yourself.”
He stared at her, at least that disturbed look had vanished from her face. “You have a sassy mouth,” he muttered, “I am so going to love kissing it.”
That stopped her laughter instantly she stared at him with shocked eyes.
“You..you… are SO not going to get a chance to do that.”
“We both know there is something between us, no point denying it. I think we should explore it.”
“Do you? Well I think there is nothing to explore.”
“I think there is.” He moved closer putting the lantern down on the ground, it cast a warm glow from below onto their faces.
She moved back at his stealthy approach.
“Maan, I don’t think so.”
He reached to a whisker’s breath of her. Her breath was warm on his face, her eyes wide. He felt himself drown in the smoky amber.
“Oh…I think there is.” His husky tone washed over her like a caress.
She tried to move back but she was backed up against a crate. He reached out to push a errant curl of hair behind her ear.
“Geet.” He whispered her name softly. “Oh I think there is a lot that is worth exploring.”
With that his lips closed over hers softly.
Her shocked gasp was swallowed as she felt his lips on hers. She expected his lips to be as hard as the muscles that she had touched instead she found that his lips were firm but incredibly gentle. They whispered softly over hers like a butterfly, she felt herself leaning forward wanting more of their touch. Then as she reached towards him he secured his lips over hers.
Now there was a demand from him, a demand for her to open her lips and let him explore, and she couldn’t resist, she allowed him access and then they were kissing as if they would steal the very breath from each other.
Her hands that she had pulled back from exploring now did what they had itched to do before.
A deep moan escaped him as her hands made their way across his back and threaded themselves into his hair.
He pulled her into him a little further with firm but gentle hands wanting, needing to feel her in his arms but allowing her to break free if she needed. She all but melted into him as the kiss went on and on. Finally they broke apart both breathing erratically. He leaned his forehead against hers.
“Now deny that there isn’t anything between us.”
What? Is that why he had just kissed her like that? Settling stormy amber eyes on him she gasped with outrage. “Did you just kiss me like that to prove a point? You and your ego need a bloody planet of your own! There is no room for all of us here.” Smartly she stepped away from him.
“What?” He growled, that’s not what he meant at all. He just wanted, needed her to stop creating barriers between them. He wanted to show her how it was between them.
Angrily she picked up the lantern and stormed off in the direction from where they had entered.
“Geet stop, its still too dangerous out there!”
“I would rather take my chances out there!” She muttered fumbling for the door.
There was no way he was going to let her leave it that. He reached out and covered her hand, stopping her from pulling the door wide open just as they heard a voice outside brag “I saw her just around here, Deepak, your chamak chaalu Geet can’t have gone far!”