‘Oye!....
Chich chich…
Wohoo!.....
Main Yahaan ....
Oye idhar .....
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meri taraf toh yahaan dekho...
chich cheeecchh chich!!!!'
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Maan hissed at
Geet from behind a set of curtains in the dinner hall where Geet was busy seating
Dadi ma on the dinner table with other guests of the evening. If he could whistle he probably would have done that too to catch her attention!
She heard the hissing and looked to see
who was making such noises and noticed Maan pointing at her and signalling her to
come closer.
She looked at him annoyingly remembering the brewing argument they had just a while ago. Geet turned back making a face and decided to ignore his signs of calls.
'Mujhe ignore kar rahi ho!! (You are trying to ignore me!)
Mujhe ! Main Maan hoon.. meri taraf har ladki nazar juhka thi hai!' (Me! I am Maan! nobody ignores me, every girl turns her head at me!) Maan whispered to himself under his breath.
Maan noticed her resolute face of
ignoring him and this hit his adolescent ego which usually sits at the tip of
his pointed nose! So Maan walked straight at Geet and grabbed her by the hand.
She almost screamed in surprise and a yelp escaped from her lips; of course others around noticed.
Dadima was the first and
sternly directed her eyes at his hand holding Geet's and said
‘What’s going on here Maan?!’
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