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‘hi..’ Geet smiled in surprise.
‘how are you?’
‘good!’ Geet shy, as she spoke to him. Her first crash when she was in year 9 and he was In year 11. A rejection she faced when she found him with another girl making out. Awww long time. Sounds silly that she even fancied him and lucky she never told him. Geet observed his face, and that teen love somewhere disappeared. It sounds so silly now. She actually had crash on him! Uff..
‘how is your family?’ and his family happens to be very close to her family. ‘I haven’t seen your mum for ages. Few years.’
‘yes we moved! How are you? How was your summer vacation?’ Geet smiled at him.
‘it was good!’ Ron was mixed English and French. His real name is radhe mohan rayen and his granddad was from India, and that’s where he got his name from. Of course he is full English now as his parents are! And modified his name to ron!
‘I have to go… I see you soon!’ geet smiled and walked off.
Ron looked at her disappearing body. Oh wish he could say that he is in love. In love with Geet. He should Propose her to merry… Maybe after they finish university!
Ron brushed his hair with a red face and walked the to the other direction.
Couple of weeks passed by with Geets busy schedule. She barely had any time properly eat let alone ring Maan to ask him how was he! For past few weeks she even managed to completely forget that she is married. However in past she always managed to find some time to call her parents, but even that seemed to much hassle as they will question how is everything? Etc… Blah blah! Uff…
Geet just ignored everything and dipped her head down to enjoy her life. To go out partying with her friends… Of course not drunk! But at one of her friends birthday party… She was dared to drink.
It’s her best friends party, joya. She just turned 22, and she held a grant disco. Geet couldn’t refuge at all.
‘you have to come!’ Zara insists.
Geet was cooking busy with her little work around the house. Maan have haired basically everything from the cook to cleaners… But she refuged the cook. Her life seemed to posh! And all her friend wonder who have she married! Uff…
‘ok! Fine! If I do miserable on mondays exam than its your fault.’
Geet walked in her room, sliding her cupboard to find a dress. A short bottle green dress hanged for her to wear. After shower she popped the dress on, with white high hill and white crystal set. She brushed her wet hair, and than applied moose for natural dry. Natural curl started to form with each second. Geet placed light makeup and perfume, and there she was ready. The dress were above her knee and sleeveless. She looked pretty she thought. She wondered how this would have effect on her husband? It’s been about 2 months since she left India, and will be on her way back in less than a month! Again! & this time she can imagine how he will not leave a single chance to consummate there relationship. She dreaded that moment & come to think of it, he did not come to met her yet. Its been long two months.
Geet slides open her wardrobe again… Weirdly, she liked men shopping, and although Maan haven’t visited her even once in last 2 months, she weirdly brought cloths for him! Random! She thought.
‘Geet! Are you ready?’ Zara knocked and stepped in. ‘oh oh… Looking too pretty babe!’
‘anyway… Party hold at royal Victoria! We have to hurry now!’
Geet rolled her eyes and with a white purse she walked out.
As Geet entered, she thought this was a stress relief party and it truly was. Zara spines her hand around her arm and pulled her in to the crowed. The disco ball was shimmering at the top… She could barely see anyone’s face as bumped in to one to another. Finally she managed to cross the stair and walk up to the bar, where joya stood with her would be husband.
‘Geet…’ she came by, hugging her tight. ‘I hard you are married!’ she screamed over the loud music. Her voice still wasn’t hearable.
‘yes I am!’ she smiled and than with little style… ‘mrs Geet Maan Khurana!’
‘it’s unfair that we were not invited!’ joya complained. ‘I want to see your man girl! Where is he!’
Geet nodes in disbelieve… ‘we went through this conversation about 100 times in past two months!’ Geet crossed her arm, annoyingly. And with false angry face.
Joya laughed and came by hugging. She looked at Asad, her would be husband who was smiling and busy talking with some people.
‘they are busy, now Geet, we have to celebrate! Your wedding… & my birthday!’
Geet worriedly looked at her… ‘and how exactly?’
‘by taking 5 shot in a row!’
‘for money! 500 pound!’
‘no!’ Geet was in no mood, and in past she would becomes tipsy- after 1… And after 5… She probably will be drank! ‘I will be drank! No way!’
‘so you are saying you are a looser?’
Geet rolled her eyes. She was very comparative… And an arrogant! She no way would say no to a challenge.
‘fine I will… But after that I will walk out!’
‘ok! Deal!’ joya knew well, after she drinks all of them… They will able to bring true Geet out. Who will enjoy every bit of this party!
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