His Pregnant Girlfriend Part 10

His Pregnant Girlfriend 

Part 10 

He made a way to her and she rose from her place... She is actually running out of words... she doesn't has idea to... where to start... 

"Should I thank him and leave...?? What will he think??? I am bimbo. . Type.. but where should I go??? Meri bag???" All questions clouded her brain... but Maan has sensed her dilemma as by the noon only... he has received a report about her whole history and he knew she has no one in this world... neither she has anything to feed herself and keep herself safe... she was betrayed by her so called relatives and lost whatever property she has... in her naivety.

"Well... if you has enough of dangling on your legs than stop and listen to me" Maan took a wine bottle before settling on the couch in front of her...

After getting her attention... He spoke in his usual stern tone 

"I have a proposition for you" the seriousness in his baritone has alert Geet..

"What Proposition.. Sir??" Her confused frown face made Maan chuckled.

"Well... I need a girl.. for" 

Geet's jaw slacked... She just complete his stance in her mind... And now fuming with his audacity... "How could he?? Kaisa admi hai ye Krishna jii... kya.. kya kaisa... shameless hai ek dum..." 

Maan was amused, to see her face has turned scarlet and eye widen like soccer ball.

"How dare you Mr. Pervert?" She snorted and emphasized on his new name.

"Haiii... hold on Miss hosiyaar pur..." but before she complete his stance... He heard her...

"How.. how do you know... I am from hosiyaar pur" she feared now from her stranger and Maan just couldn't help but took few leopard steps toward her, This girl has something in her blood that excite him like a vampire to blood or a werewolf to his mate.

He didn't want to be look like pervert in real but this girl deserve a lesson to be teach... with this thoughts he trapped her between his well built arms... And locked her all moments.

"App... app... dekho mujhse kar.. karate aate hai.." Geet fumbled with his proximity and demon deep black eyes.

"Vo dekha maine kal..." He creased his tip of nose from her ear to jaw and nuzzle in her neck slightly.

She gulped her salvia... "Dekho.. maine kaha naa.. I am not your type" she tried to be sweet and composed.

"I know that... but you don't know anything..." he is dangerously close to her... and she isn't in position to oppose him.

she gathered her courage and ask in meek voice "Apko kya chahiye..."  

"Tum..." Ohh his blunt reply send shiver in her spin... She can't state... it is fear or embarrassment.

"Jii...??" She was sweating purposefully... Maan's eye travelled back to her face and he noticed her vulnerable status and decided to stop teasing her. 

He was amused when he comes to know that she is in same school as him but she has joined the school in same year when he is shifted to abroad for studies.

He couldn't help but remember about morning... when he got all the reports about her...

He was amused when he read his detective "Dhruv's Reports" he has specified her hate for Maan Singh khurana... and all the school staff and her batch was aware of her enmity with him just because she is second best in between her beloved teachers as she has to hear his praise and academic records... and for his irony she got few less marks from him in her boards... and according to his old teachers... her hate has reached to next lever that she started to use his picture for "Arrow Target practice".

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Nakul made him come back from whirlpool of their sweet-bitter past meeting... He composed himself and left to check over Geet.

Maan sighed to see her again on her favorite spot... he slides the glass door with remote control and strolled to the swing... Which has been placed in the terrace garden. He sat next to his lady love... who is lost in another world... not particularly watching anything... He never like her silence, neither he could imagine his life without her chatter-patter.

Nainatara has rubbed her old wounds and she needs distraction.

"Mujhe tu laga tha... tum mere baare sochna hii nahi chahti or yeha tu tum mere khawbo.. mai aise khoi hu..."

geet pull out from her trance with his high... Actually too high assumptions about himself.

"Kya... kya khoi hu..." 

"Ge..ettt..." He sensually called her before  wrapping his arm around her shoulder... and pull her ever so slightly on him... "Aisa bhi kya kar raha tha mai... tumhari soch mai ki tumhe mere Anne ka bhi pata nahi chala..." his husky voice has paralyzed her sense... His effect on her was something... She cherished n crushed at same time... 

She lifted her lashes delicately and fumed to see that satisfying smirk... she comes out from his embrace fiercely and spat back... "App ko naa... jaida hii kushfahmi hai apne baare mai... Mr. Khurana" 

"Accha.." Maan rose from the swing with his palm on his waist... "tu phir tum kya... taare gin rahi thi yeha..."

"Kyu... mere pass or koi kaam nahi hai... haa mai tu Sk ke baare mai soch rahi thi.. haa aa sk" 

Maan chuckled to see her back and trying  to make him jealous with her favorite hero name... like he care about some sk... vk... whatever is his name.. but he played along with her.

"Ohh please Geet... I don't want to hear some sk... or vk name in this house... do get that straight in your brain..." He pointed a warning and stubborn look to her...

"Accha... !!!" She too charged on him... 

"Kya... accha.. you should listen to me... actually you have too" he stated the statement as fact..

Geet gave him a very unreal smile "Really... !!! And why so???"

"Because.. I am your would be husband" his stupid and brainless bickering has taken a toll over her sense...

She turned with all pride and moved inside their room... Maan was confused as per his prediction... she should chop him in pieces... but her back away from argument... wasn't something usual.

He tailed behind her... and found her shuffling with her cupboard... he was startled

"Geet... itni si baat per koi ghar chode ke jaata hai kya.." he took away things from her hands...

"Ghar chode ke????" 

"Maannn. .. ghar chode ke jaye meri juti" she snorted.

"Ohh tu ye cupboard mai...????" he asked unsure.

"Ohh ye... let me show you my love.." that super sugar coated smile has alarmed Maan.

She insert pen drive in the most advance set of theater present in their room.  She called over the servant and ask them to get some snakes and cold-drinks for her... and than she carelessly plopped on the king size bed in front of TV. ..with the Remote control in her clutch..

Maan was mute specter of all the scene going on in front of him... He moved a side to give place to servant to stroll the trolley of snakes beside the bed. She gave a big smile to Maan before tuning the television with a big half naked poster of SK...

Maan couldn't help but turn possessive to see his possession  was drooling over some so called actor's half naked status... 

She has revenged upon him... Now she engrossed into the movie that she couldn't even make out the difference between bowl n cup... 

He just can't stand for one thing in this whole world... "Her Ignorance".

He marched toward the system and switched off it... Geet groaned loudly in displeasure...

"Maannn..."

"Maine kaha naa Geet tum movie nahi dekho gii..."

 Geet rose on her knees... All ready with her claws to pounce at him.

"Accha...!!! Kon ruke mujhse"

"Mai.. aur kon hai yeha.." 

Maan folded his arm under his chest in his trade mark style.. but Geet is Geet...

"Haa ... haa... abb tu meri icha meri marzi hai hii nahi... baby koi nahi hai humara yeha..." she faked to wipe her non-visible tears.

"Nutanki..." he said and left with his laptop to sit on the recliner to focus on his work and avoid that puppy look of his girl.

But hell... this girl has her own way to reach to him... He rose and with so much displeased expression... Turn on system back... And let her watched those half naked man... She gave him a victory smile and he glared her back in response.

Geet was watching her man  who look cute when he glanced at tv in between and than her... He smiled to see his cute possessive side. She diverted her attention back to movie... where her favorite actor disguised himself as "Driver Balwant" to win back love of his life back.

 She couldn't help but literally imagined herself and her Maan in the scene... She was lost in her own imaginary world... where his full of attitude Maan has disguised himself as driver just to pacify her..

She scared with her own imagination if Maan comes to Know about her so called imaginations and his role as driver of her into them than he will just burn her with glares... Ohh he has that power to burn the others with his glaring ability.

She chuckled as he was like for others but for her... He bent down for all stupid demands of her... He just can't have her enough and she is aware of it that's why... she never parted from him... even she had to faked her fainting just to make Dadimaa agree about her stay with Maan... till their marriage.

She imagined them same as movie where Maan was giving her a ride on cycle and singing punjabi song for her... she just prayed that Maan never comes to know... about her audacity of thinking him as her slave Driver... off course if he is her driver than... he can't be just Driver... she blushed with her bold statement...

Maan checked upon her find her in deep slumber with a small smile enhancing her sharp features. He moved near to her and tuck her in quilt... 

He frowned to see her murmuring in sleep... he bent little to hear her... 

"Maan.. app driver banke bhi kitne hot hu.." he amused with her description than smile...

"Driver...??? Pagal hai bilkul..." he switched off television and the side lamp to let her sleep.

This Part is hardest part for me as this Pictures are no where going with my story but later I got this idea... Never Share my blog link, Password or stories with anyone. Never make files of my SS as I have copyrighted my all work... so you can understand.

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Precap - Nainatara's mother taunt Geet... than?????