OPPOSITES ATTRACT

Part 30

Note: Happy Reading. A small precap... Next part will have Sameera.

The sound of metal alerted Maan he turned back pushed the door open.

Geet. He asked in the dark room.

Hhhmmm.

Where are you?

Here. The lock is jammed. She banged the door.

Ok let me see. He took out his mobile and kept it on the slab facing mirror to create some light. He tried to open from outside.

Try from inside.

Handle is broken. You break the door. Geet suggested.

Geet it is not so easy. Doors are made to be strong; not to be broken.

But I could break the handle with my strength, then why cant you break the door with your strong arms. Why do you exercise so much? If it was Hoshiyarpur, few strong boys would have managed to do it in minutes. Geet blabbered.

Geet in your Hoshiyarpur, I think doors are made to be broken, not here. Now if you will shut up I will try to open the lock. Maan said with irritation.

In the little light Geet looked around and an idea hit her head. She brought the metal dustbin near opened her sandals and pushed it across the door. She stepped on the bin, the closed pot and then the small slab on the wall and mounted on the wooden partition separating two cubicles. Maan was still busy with the lock when she crossed one leg, across the door. Without any prior hint Geet's foot just landed over his shoulder. He jerked and looked up to see Geet trying her best to balance her body on the thin wooden plank as she was alighting on his side.

Geet What are you doing? He shouted angrily.

This was the best option. With this she flung her other leg outside the cubicle. Maan tried to hold her, she slipped into his arms as her first leg went down from his shoulder rubbing his chest. With a jerk Geet was in his arms and he tried to hold her close but Geet miscalculated that she can stand on her feet and in process slightly pushed him away. Both got misbalanced. Maan couldnt balance her sudden jump and the jerk she gave him at once. They swayed and fell with Maan atop Geet. He instinctively moved one of his hand behind her head to prevent her from injurying herself.

Thump and they were both on the floor. Maan's full body covering hers with full weight. Both embraced each other tightly. Maan's one hand holding her waist and the other below her head.

Her nails dug into his back as she held him close. He looked down at her to see if she was safe. Her eyes were shut tightly, her lips trembeled over his bare chest. Her warm breaths on his chest made a new sensation trickle down his spine. He tried to move back but she was holding him tightly and he didn't want to miss the moment. He submerged his face in her hair as an act of submission. His rough jaw rubbed on her bare shoulder. She smelled of fresh lime from her face wash. He remained still breathing in her scent in soft breaths.

Geet felt his bare chest slamming over her lips. At first she couldnt gather what was happening untill she opened her eyes to his rock hard chest and masculine smell. It took her minutes to understand that they had fallen and Maan was over her and she was clinging to him. Her hands were around him holding him desperately close. Her lips trembled when she found they were pressed against his chest. She moved her lips to inhale and her lips brushed his chest. This was the first intimate encounter for her which left her nerves numb. She didn't know how to react. His scent was driving her crazy, and she was liking this proximity. The way he held her, possesively, send sparks down her spine. She had goosebumps even when she was sweating. She again closed her eyes and held him as it was the most beautiful thing and she desired to be there. The light of the mobile went off which made them aware of their position. Geet tilted her face and her lips brushed all over his chest and her cheeks faced his face now.