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Her Consent (Part 2)

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Maan smiled and told her, “Geet tum thaki hui ho. So jaate hain.” But this made her embarrassed. She kept up a brave face, “Nahin Maan. Main theek hoon.” Maan felt very amused. If she was really awake she would have felt very awkward expressing such desperation for their union. She might be a sherni to the world, but he still had to prod her deep to get her inner feelings out of them. Right now she wouldn’t agree to sleep. But Maan always knew how to have his way around her, while giving her the impression that she was in-charge.

He kissed her forehead and pushed her to lie down on the make-shift hay bed. He also lied down with her. He kissed her forehead again and then moved his lips towards her eyes making her close them. He kissed her eyelids and then the tip of her nose. Next he moved to her cheeks and chin. He avoided her neck, arms and belly as he thought that would excite her instead of relaxing her.

He noticed her feet and touched them lightly, caressing them a bit and taking off the dirt from them. On a sudden urge, he bent down and planted a kiss on one of her feet. Although she was half asleep, this startled Geet. She sat up, “Maan. Ye aap kya kar rahe hain?” She was aghast. She respected him to much to let him touch her feet, let alone kiss it.

Maan looked up at her, then moved away from her feet towards her face and put his hand on her mouth, “Chup. Bilkul chup. Aaj jo main chahunga wahi hoga. Samjhi tum.” He had that look in his eyes that always silenced her. Her eyes conveyed her submission. Then he made her lie down again and repeated the kisses on her face. She relaxed as he caressed her head and hair. Then he moved again to his feet. He did not kiss them this time to avoid startling her again. Instead he massaged her feet and ankles lightly. They were obviously tired from all the running around. He, then, lifted her salwaar a bit and massaged her calves as well. He noticed that she was almost asleep by then. He massaged her thighs through the fabric of her salwaar. By the time he was done, she was completely asleep. He smiled. His little plan had succeeded.

He slipped his hand beneath her shoulders to take her in his arms. She comfortably snuggled up closer to him as he lied down beside her to sleep.

—

Geet woke up see Maan standing near the door of the hut. He looked at her and smiled, “Good morning Geet.”

“Good morning,” she said cheerfully. And then she remembered the incidents of last night and looked confused for a while about what had happened. She realized that her memory was hazy after a while and then she did not remember anything at all. She must have fallen asleep.

Maan was amusingly watching her expressions as she tried to remember what happened last night.

“Maan. Kal raat main…” she started blurting it out and then suddenly realized what she was doing.

Maan walked towards her and faked innocence while asking, “Kya hua Geet. Kal raat ke baare mein kuchh kah rahi thi tum? Kya hua tha?”

Geet by then had remembered how he had deliberately made her relax so that she could fall asleep. She was embarrassed at her self as well as slightly irritated at him. She stood up and said, “Kuchh nahin.”

Then she tried to move away, but Maan pulled her by hands and wrapped his arms around her bringing her very close as he looked at her lovingly. Geet finally said, “I am sorry. Main kal raat so gayi…”

“Geet. Sorry bolne ki zaroorat nahin hai. Lekin haan. Pachhtaogi to tum zaroor,” he was clearly being naughty, “Tumhein pata bhi nahin hai ki is ek raat ke badle main tumhein kitni raatein jagane waala hoon. Ab to permission mil gayi hai mujhe.”

Geet looked down blushing and also feeling nervous.

—

“Geet!” Teji’s shout brought them out of their reverie and they hastily separated. Teji had arrived there with the police. He must have been searching for them. He glared at Maan and Geet and asked, “Ye sab kya ho raha hai? Geet chal yahan se.”

Geet looked nervously at Maan and he blinked assuringly. Then he moved confidently towards Teji and folded his hands to greet him, “Sat Sri Akal Veer ji. Maine apna parichay aapko nahin diya. Main Maan Singh Khurana,” he paused and added softly while looking at Geet, “Geet ka pati.”

“Kya? Ye kya mazaak hai? Geet?” Teji questioned Geet directly.

Geet was still quite nervous, but when she saw Maan’s smiling and happy face, she also gained courage, “Ye sahi kah rahe hain. Mujhe manane ke liye ye Balwant Singh ban kar hamare ghar mein aaye the.”

“To hamare ghar mein Maan Singh Khurana ban kar kaun rah raha hai?” Teji was immediately worried.

“Woh Dev hai. Mera bhai,” Mana explained.

Geet realized that they had no clue about Dev and Nandini. She asked hurriedly, “Veerji. Nandini aur Dev mile kya?”

“Haan. Woh log mil gaye hain.” Teji had no clue about how to react to this bizarre situation. So, he just kept up with his strict manners and asked them to come home with him. He decided to let Beeji handle the situation.

—

Now that the secret was out, Geet was not at all mindful of her behaviour towards Maan. She didn’t budge from  his side through out their walk out of the jungle. She held his arms and leaned on him for support when she felt tired. She naturally took her place beside him on the police jeap that would take them back. Teji was unable to say anything to them, but he wasn’t happy about her behaviour at all. All this public display of affection was not to his liking. He kept glaring at her, which she was oblivious of. His glares did not skip Maan’s notice. But Maan wasn’t the one who could be bothered about it. He, in fact, found his frustration funny and even smiled to himself couple of times thinking of how Teji must be feeling at the moment.

Beeji was relieved to see them back. Dev and Nandini had come back earlier and Nandini had already sung praises of Balwant. How he cared for everyone’s safety before his own, made them go away from there and fought the goons alone.

As Beeji turned towards Balwant to thank him, she noticed his short hair and missing turban. She was extremely surprised and looked at Teji with quizzing eyes, who in turn glared at Geet and Maan.

Maan came forward and folded his hands to greet Beeji, “Mujhe maaf kar dijiye Maasi ji. Jhooth bol kar aapke ghar mein aana pada. Lekin Geet ko manane ke liye mere paas koi aur chaara nahin tha.”

Beeji was unable to make any sense of what he was saying. Geet came forward and told her that Balwant is actually Maan. She also told her that Maan loved her beyond anything and he took on even the humiliation of working as a driver of the household just to get her back. He cared not only for her, but also for her family. So, even after she had forgiven him he waited to make sure that her family also has a good impression of him. Geet apologized for herself as well as for Maan for lying to her.

“Lekin Maasi. Aap ye to maanti hain na ki Maan bahut achchhe insaan hain aur woh mujhse bahut pyaar karte hain. Meri chot ko to inhone apne pyaar se bahut pahle theek kar diya hai. Aur is parivaar ke bhi hamesha saath rahe.”

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To be continued

Her Consent (Part 1)

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Note on the story

This story is based on the Amritsar track. It starts on the night of Karwa Chauth that Maneet celebrated there.

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He wanted her. He wanted her so bad and here she was! Innocently giggling and being playful. Without knowing what havoc it was creating in his heart, his soul… his body!

“Geet,” he held her hands tight and spoke in heavy voice, while his eyes showed desire and desperation, “Main tumhare kareeb aana chahta hoon. Tumhare saath ek ho jaana chahta hoon. Apne rishte ko aur aage badhana chahta hoon.”

The expressions on Geet’s face changed. The giggling and smile disappeared. Maan wasn’t sure if the inscrutable expression on her face was because she was feeling shy talking about it or whether she was not ready.

Maan would understand if she was still not over the trauma of miscarriage. He was willing to wait, to wait forever. But he did have his desires. He could control them for her. But he needed to know, what she wanted, where she stood on the path that was their relationship. And when she seemed oblivious to his subtle hints, he resorted to a more direct way of asking her.

“Geet. Oye Geet. Kidhar chali gayi puttar?” Beeji’s shouting voice disturbed their conversation. Geet gave another inscrutable look to Maan before she ran away.

—

They had spent the entire afternoon running around in the jungle. First to get away from the goons and then to find their way out of the jungle or at least to a safe place inside it. For last half-an-hour Maan had been carrying Geet in his arms as she was too tired to even walk on her own. Finally they had located this hut which looked safe enough.

Maan put Geet down on a layer on hay and said, “Geet. Main kuchh khane ka intezaam karta hoon.”

But Geet clutched his hands, “Mujhe akele chhod kar mat jaiye. Mujhe dar lag raha hai” She again had the same inscrutable expression on her face. Maan wondered what she meant and looked at her intently.

“Aap aise kya dekh rahe hain?”

“Tumhari aankhon mein apne sawaal ka jawaab dhoondh raha hoon.”

She looked away nervously. Maan started moving away.

“Kya hua Maan?” She asked hastily.

“Mujhe mere sawaal ka jawaab mil gaya.”

“Aap sawaal kyon poochh rahe hain mujhse? Ye aapka haq hai?” She blurted out.

Maan looked at her for couple of seconds as if trying to understand what was on her mind when she said that. Then he sat down beside her, “Geet. Mujhe haq nahin, khushiyan chahiye. Aur woh khushi mujhe tabhi mil sakti hai jab hamare milan mein tum mere saath ho. Jan hamare saath se tum utni hi khush ho jitna main hoon. Tumhare saath zabardasti kar ke mujhe khushi to nahin mil sakti hai Geet. Usse kahin behtar mere liye intezaar hai, us intezaar ki kasak mein bhi ek mithaas hai. Main kabhi bhi apne rishte ki mithaas ko khatam nahin karna chahunga Geet.”

Geet looked really surprised and overwhelmed, “Maan,” she started speaking but could not continue.

Maan was worried. He cupped her face and asked, “Kya hua Geet? Maine kuchh galat kah diya? Main kuchh bhi aisa nahin…”

She silenced him by putting her hands on his mouth and nodded negatively to answer his question. Then she spoke, “Jab se aap meri zindagi mein aaye hain, aapne mere liye bahut kuchh kiya hai, har kadam par mera saath diya hai, mujhe izzat se, sar utha kar jeena sikhaya hai, mere liye apni jaan khatre mein daali hai…”

“Geet. Tum ye sab kyon bol rahi ho? Maine bas…”

“Itna kuchh kiya hai aapne mere liye ki ab aapke kuchh bhi karne se mujhe ashcharya nahin hona chahiye Maan. Mere liye, meri khushiyon ke liye, meri izzat ke liye, mere atma-samman ke liye aap kissi bhi had tak ja sakte hain, kuchh bhi kar sakte hain. Aapse meri ummedon ki to koi seema hi nahin honi chahiye. Aur hai bhi nahin. Lekin phir bhi… phir bhi aap har naye din, har naye pal meri ummeedon se bahut aage nikal jaate hain. Kuchh aisa kar jaate hain ki main phir se ascharya mein pad jati hoon ki aap mere liye kya kya kar sakte hain. Maan. Ho sakta hai ki duniya mein aur aise log hote ho. Lekin main jhooth nahin bolungi. Maine apni zindagi mein kissi aise mard ko nahin dekha hai, jisse ye ummeed ki ja sake ki woh apne is haq ke aage kissi ki chinta karenge – shaadi ke itne dinon baad… Maan. Agar ye mumkin hai ki kissi ka dil baar baar jeeta ja sake to aaj aapne ek baar phir mera dil jeet liya hai, khareed liya hai mujhe.”

“Bas karo Geet. Shayad is duniya mein aise khushnaseeb log hain jinhein unki khushiyan bahut aasaani se mil gayi hain, ya aise badnaseeb log hain jihein apne jeevan-saathi se khushiyan nahin mili. Aur isliye woh unki parwah nahin karte. Main bahut zarooratmand hoon Geet aur swarthi bhi. Barson gham aur gusse ke andhere mein rahne ke baad tumhare aane se mujhe khushiyan mili hain. Main unhein kho nahin sakta Geet. Kabhi nahin. Main tumhare oopar koi ehsaan nahin kar raha. Bas apni khushiyon ko dil-o-jaan se bachane ki koshish kar raha hoon.”

“Kya meri aankhon mein aapko apne sawaal ka jawaab nahin mil raha hai?”

“Bas is ek baat ke liye Geet, main tumhari aankhon se nahin tumhari zubaan se tumhare dil ki baat sunna chahta hoon. Kyonki galti karne ki koi gunjaish nahin hai mere paas.”

Geet leaned towards him and put her head on his chest, “To jawaab ‘haan’ hai Maan. Meri aankhon ka, meri zubaan ka, mere dil ka, meri aatma ka, mere shareer ka, mera – sabka jawaab haan hai. Main hamesha ke liye, har tarah se aapki ho jaana chahti hoon. Pighal jaana chahti hoon aapki baahon mein. Aapme aise samaa jaana chahti hoon ki aapse alag mera koi wajood hi na rahe,” she moved away and looked straight into his eyes, “Main hamare rishte ko ek naye mukaam par le jaana chahti hoon.”

The happiness he felt was visible in Maan’s eyes. Then they turned naughty and Geet could no longer meet them. She smiled shyly and started looking down. Maan came closer to her, cupped her face and then drew her in an embrace keeping one hand on the back of her head and the other one around her upper back, with his chin resting on her head. Geet also hugged him back and then their hug got tighter. They started caressing each other back. Maan noticed her pigtail. She had done her hair like that after a long time. This reminded him of her in their pre-wedding days. Since then she had changed her hair-style and he liked the new style on her. But still this pigtail had a feeling of old familiarity about it and he liked it. He took the rubber-band off from it and started undoing her hair. As he was caressing her hair and head lightly, he felt that she was leaning more heavily on him than earlier. Her grip on his back was also lighter. Surprised he broke the hug and saw a very sleepy face of hers. She was startled out of her nap when he broke the hug and appeared to be trying hard to keep awake.

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To be continued

Blind Trust (Part 2)

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It was a five piece night dress. There was a short top with noodle strap and a knee length wrap around skirt of black silk. The third piece was a full sleeve gown which would go up to her calves; but with a caveat. It was practically transparent. Clearly the purpose was not to hide anything of her body, but to make it even more tempting for him. The dress also came with matching lace lingerie.

Geet wore the entire set and took a look at herself in the bathroom mirror. The top was not covering the lower part of her stomach, exposing her belly button. The contrast of her milky white complexion against the dark color of the night dress was making her look incredibly attractive. To add to her inviting look was her uncombed, wet hair. Though not given to vanity normally, Geet could not help but accept to herself that the dress made her look extremely…. desirable. It excited her, but the feeling was soon over-shadowed as her fear returned. She silently prayed for everything to go well, took a deep breath and stepped out of the bathroom.

Maan was watching television sitting on the bed, his legs stretched out. He was wearing his black vest and pajamas. As he heard the sound of Geet coming out of bathroom he turned, “Geet ye dekho…” The words disappeared from his mouth as well as mind when his eyes fell on her. He was caught unawares because he hadn’t seen her taking the dress to the bathroom.

He turned back towards to TV only to switch it off immediately. He took a deep breath and let out an audible sigh. Then he got down from the bed and went to her. He held her at the shoulders and said, “Warning de diya karo aisi harkatein karne se pahle Geet. Warna kissi din jaan le logi meri.”

“Ji?” Geet instinctively got worried and then grew embarrassed as she realized that he was praising her.

He stared at her for a few moments, obviously smitten by her scorching hot appearance. Then his expressions changed as he noticed something. She was fidgeting, in a way she did when she was nervous.

“Kya hua Geet? Koi pareshaani hai?” He asked immediately.

He always knew! She sighed. There was no point in trying to hide anything from him. She was better off being honest.

“Mujhe… bahut… dar… lag raha… hai…”

“Kyon?” He asked naturally, but then understood it on his own, “Oh!”

“Geet.” He cupped her face, “Tum meri biwi ho, mera pyaar ho. Lekin itna hi nahin hai hamare beech. Tum meri zindagi ho, jaan ho meri. Mera yakeen karo, main tumhein kabhi chot nahin pahunchaunga.”

“Main jaanti hoon Maan,” Geet replied hastily as she realized that her fear could also mean she was not trusting him, “Bas thodi se pagal hoon na. Isliye kabhi kabhi…”

Maan smiled, “Tumhein pata hai na tumhein kya karna hai?”

Geet looked confused for few moments, then realized what he was referring to and nodded.

“Kya?”

He really wanted her to spell it out! All right; she would do it.

“Agar bura lage. ya taqleef ho to aapko batana hai,” she looked down feeling shy.

“Bilkul. Ye hui na meri sherni jaisi baat.”

Geet smiled.

Maan appeared to think for a couple of seconds and then asked her, “Geet tumhein mujh par poora bharosa hai na?”

She looked straight into his eyes and replied confidently, “Bhagwaan se bhi zyada.”

He kissed her forehead and said, “Phir bilkul bhi ghabraana mat.”

She watched curiously as he walked to the cupboard and took out one of his ties. He went behind her and brought the tie close to her eyes. She took the cue and closed her eyes as he put the tie as a blindfold over her eyes.

Geet started running her hand over the blindfold, but Maan pulled the hand away and kissed it.

“Koi beimaani nahin Geet,” he said in his heavy, seductive voice. He could have asked her for her life when he spoke like that and she could not have gone against his wish. This was a relatively simpler demand; not opening her eyes.

Maan started running his hands over her arms, back, neck, shoulders, belly, chest – the entire body. With the loss of her sight due to the blind fold she was unable to predict his moves. And she realized that the anticipation and unpredictability doubled the effect of those moves on her. She decided to relax and enjoy as he drove her and the night according to his whims. He startled her by suddenly picking her up in his arms. But she relaxed again. She was at his mercy, quite literally, but safe.

She was surprised, when instead of putting her on the bed, as he usually did, he made her stand somewhere. She heard him walking around, doing something, but she had no idea what.

“Apna gown utaaro Geet,” He suddenly said. His voice said it all. It was not a request. It was an order.

Geet gulped. It was one thing when he ripped off her clothes roughly in the bed. It was another thing to do it herself, especially when she knew he was watching. But the thought of denying him anything did not even cross her mind. She proceeded to do what he wanted her to do. She untied the belt of her gown with trembling hands, then took it off her shoulders and let it fall on the floor.

Maan took off his vest, went behind her and hugged her from behind, while caressing and rubbing the exposed parts of her belly. The touch of his body on her bare hands, neck and belly sent a shiver down her spine. She visibly trembled and Maan noticed it with a smile of satisfaction.

Maan knew he would get wild with her that night. The only way to ensure that she also enjoyed it was to make her as needy as he was. That is what he was trying to do. Over the two weeks since their consummation, he had observed her in the bed. He knew what worked for her. And he was using all of that knowledge. Needless to mention, he was quite succcessful.

“Oopar waala bahut soch samajh kar jodiyan banata hai Geet. Jo abhi-abhi maine dekha, aur jo abhi dekh raha hoon, woh agar kissi kamzor dil waale ne dekh liya hota to na jaane bechare ka kya hota. Mera dil bhi do palon ke liye dhadakna bhool gaya tha Geet. Lekin maine sambhaal liya. Shukar hai ki tum meri ho, sirf meri…”

With this he moved her wet, open hair to one side and traced the side of her neck with wet, audible kisses. When he licked the trace left by the kisses, Geet completely melted. She turned around to face him and hugged him tight. She literally clutched into his bare skin and rubbed her face and upper body against his. Maan grabbed her hair and pushed her head backwards. Somehow, she always reacted naturally to his pushes and pulls, letting herself be guided by them, and hence it never hurt her. This time also she moved her head to match with his push and he attacked the front of her neck with kisses making her squirm due to sensations it created in her body. Done with her neck, he suddenly lifted her by waist, walked a bit and then put her down again. When she stretched her hands to touch his face, she figured out that she was standing at a height, because his face was at the same level as hers. That made her realize where they were. They were in the balcony! Balcony had a raised platform on one side. Was it open? She grew nervous for a fraction of second, before remembering that she was with him and had no need to worry about anything. He would take care of everything.

She leaned back on the wall and felt Maan untying her wrap around skirt which fell on the floor. She hadn’t noticed while wearing the dress that the panties that came with them had buttons on the side and with one swift movement, Maan had her lower body completely undressed, surprising her one more time in the evening. She had felt him all over her body earlier, but typically in the dark under the bed cover. Right now she felt very exposed and could not help wondering what would be the expressions of his eyes. She was waiting for him to either guide her to the bed or lift her in his arms to take her there. But he did the unanticipated yet again by entering into her right there, both of them standing. A moan slipped from her lips as she realized why he had made her stand at a height. Maan immediately checked with her to ensure that the moan was not due to pain. She was enjoying it so much that she could not reply him with words. When he asked, she simply put her hands around his head, brought it closer and planted a deep kiss on his lips. Maan was encouraged to see her being so needy and gave into the madness he was feeling within him.

A white later, totally spent, she was pressed between the wall and his body. She was thankful for that because otherwise, she would have sank into the floor. Maan was also panting and hence was leaning on her body for support. Once he had caught his breath, he kissed lightly on her lips and asked her, “Geet. Tumhein pata hai hum kahan hain?”

She nodded slightly and replied suprising him, “Balcony mein.”

She knew! “Tumhein dar nahin laga Geet.”

“Aapke rahte kaise lag sakta tha?”

Maan smiled looking at her adoringly. She meant every word of it when she had said that she trusted him more than she trusted God!

“Phir to tumhari aankhon ki patti kholne ki koi zaroorat nahin hai Geet. Tumhein aise bhi sab pata chal hi jaata hai.”

“Nahin Maan!” Her restlessness at his joke was endearing!

“Kyon Geet. Kya hua?” Maan pretended to ask seriously.

“Mujhe aapko dekhna hai…”

She was just too lovely. Maan felt like picking her up, pushing her in the bed and making love to her all over again. But he controlled himself. He took her blindfold off and planted kisses on both her eyes before she opened them. They hugged passionately. After breaking the hug, Geet looked around and found that curtains were drawn all around the balcony. Her blind trust in Maan was not misplaced!

– The End –

Blind Trust (Part 1)

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Geet couldn’t help wondering how he had controlled himself for so long. Before their wedding and even after it. Because ever since they had united physically for the first time, his hunger for her seemed to be increasing day by day instead of satiating.

‘Har raat ko…’ Geet blushed while thinking about it, even though she was alone in the bathroom preparing to take a shower.

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Every night he had his demands. Sometimes Geet would be very tired, but when she saw his pleading, yet possessive eyes; when she felt his loving, yet rough and demanding touch, she could not say “No”.

She could not say ‘no’ to him because she knew that if she did say ‘no’, he would back off immediately. Her trust on him was infinite and he had never broken the trust. He was rough and passionate in bed. He would pull her hard, clutch her with all the force, pin her down, turn her around and move her to his satisfaction, bite her while kissing and yet even a slightest sign of her discomfort would make him stop immediately. And if she was indeed uncomfortable, it never escaped his notice. He invariably found out and stopped; or at least slowed down. Initially she used to get embarrassed when that happened. But he had done everything possible to make her understand that there was nothing to be ashamed about.

“Geet. Tum ye galatfahmi apne dimaag se nikaal do ki tum khud taqleef sah kar mujhe khush rakh sakti ho. Meri or dekho Geet,” he had lifted her chin to make her look into his eyes. The desire that was oozing out of them a while back had been replaced by love, concern and assurance. Geet had felt comfortable and safe as she looked into those eyes, “Tum jaanti ho ki mujhe kaise pata chal jaata hai jab tumhein taqleef hoti hai?”

She had nodded her head in negative.

“Kyonki agar tumhein achchha nahin lagta hai Geet, to mujhe bhi achchha lagna band ho jaata hai. Hamari khushi, aur hamari taqleefein alag nahin ho sakti hain. Samajh rahi ho na meri baat?”

Geet had replied with a nod again, but affirmative this time.

“To ab tumhein pata hai ki tumhein kya karna hai?”

“Kya karna hai?” She had asked innocently.

Maan was bewitched by her innocence. He had drawn her close and had planted a kiss on her forehead before explaining, “Agar tumhein kuchh bhi bura lage, ya taqleef ho to tumhein usi waqt mujhe batana hai.”

“Oh… woh.. nahin… haan…”

He had laughed slightly seeing her fidget and had immediately silenced her by attacking her lips with his own.

—

Geet came out of her thoughts and found herself panting simply by remembering that night.

She looked at the night dress in her hand that she had to wear after taking the shower and wondered what the night had in store for her.

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She had never said “no” to him until four days ago. It was nature’s decision, not hers. Her periods had started. He would have to wait for four days, she had explained feeling all shy and embarrassed. He had also noticed the look of guilt on her face. She was feeling guilty for denying him, even for this reason. He could not help feeling enamoured with her love and devotion to him. He must have done something really good to deserve this love! He figured that trying to tell her that he did not mind would not necessarily make her feel good. She might, instead, start singing his praises. Absurd as it seemed, that’s how she was. And call him a narcissist, but he loved her that way. Although that meant that in times like these, he had to use another weapon to kill her guilt. That of distracting her with teasing.

“Achchha Geet. Phir to ab tum kitchen mein bhi nahin jaogi. Koi kaam bhi nahin karogi. Tum ladkiyan bhi na bahut chaalaak ho. Saare kaam se bachne ke liye achchhe riwaaz nikale hain.”

“Kya?”

“Aur nahin to kya? Ladkiyan hoti hi hain kaamchor aur bahanebaaz.”

“Jee nahin. Aur ye sab rasmein baba adam ke zamane ki baatein hain. Aaj kal koi nahin maanta inhein. Aur main kissi kaam se peechhe nahin hatne waali hoon.”

“Achchha! Lekin tumhein to sabse zyada thakaan waale kaam se to chhutti mil hi gayi hai.”

“Kis kaam se chhutti mil gayi mujhe?”

Maan had put his arms around Geet and had fallen back on the bed making her fall on top of him, “Mere kaam se Geet,” he had said seductively and suggestively, “Lekin chinta ki koi baat nahin hai. Jitne din main intezaar karoonga, utne dinon ka badla bhi loonga tumse.”

“Maan. Aap bhi na…” She had tried to move away, but Maan did not let her do that.

“Tumhein apni baahon mein lene ki to manaahi nahin hai na Geet!” He had said smiling.

She had also smiled and had settled down to sleep in his arms.

—

Geet patted herself dry, looked at the night dress again and remembered the note with which she had found the night dress kept on her bed the next day.

“Jab dubara hamare beech ki dooriyan mitane ki raat aa jaye, to us din main tumhein ismein dekhna chahta hoon. Aur haan – is intezaar ki kasar poori karne ke liye taiyaar rahna.”

When she picked up the dress to wear it, her hands trembled. She realized that she was extremely scared. This wait of four days would definitely have made a monster out of him. And she was scared that something would go wrong. For a moment she thought of not wearing the dress and postpone the inevitable for one more day. But that wouldn’t do.

—

To be continued

The Misunderstanding (Part 11)

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Maan settled her on the bed and drew a chair close to the bed.

“Aapko nahin sona hai Maan?”

“Bas tasalli kar loon ki tumhein neend aa gayi hai, phir main chala jaunga. Koi awaaz nahin karoonga. Pakka.”

Geet was also hungry for his presence around her. So, she happily accepted his plan even if it meant he would be awake for much longer. She closed her eyes as he caressed her forehead and hair.

Both of them slept well for the first time since their showdown at Khurana Constructions.

—

Dadi was pleasantly surprised to see Maan in the mansion for breakfast.

“Maan beta. Hum aapka nashta bhijwane hi waale the. Achchha hua aap khud hi aa gaye.”

“Haan Dadi Ma. Maine socha ki yahin nashta kar loon. Garam, garam. Dadi Ma. Geet nahin uthi hai?”

“Pata nahin bete. Hum dekh kar aate hain.”

“Nahin. Nahin Dadi Ma. Aap baithiye. Main dekh leta hoon.”

Dadi Ma was surprised again. Yesterday he did not even want to see her once. Today he was happily offering to go to her room himself. Whatever had happened, had happened for good, she decided and let him go. She had known for quite some time now that Geet was the only path to Maan’s happiness. And there was nothing she wanted more than his happiness. Only if it did not have to be at loggerheads with Dev’s happiness, she thought sadly. But all that was Dev’s fault and he was not a kid. Adults have to pay for their mistakes. She shook Dev’s thoughts away from her mind, even though it was difficult.

—

Maan entered Geet’s room to see her sleeping peacefully. There was a smile on her face and she looked even more beautiful while sleeping. He decided not to disrupt her sleep, but he could not resist waiting there for couple of minutes and drinking in the divine beauty of her face. Just when he turned to leave, he heard her shifting in the bed. She was half awake, stretching her body. Then she noticed him and smiled. She sat up, rubbed her eyes and looked at him again. This time she appeared surprised, “Aap sach-much yahan hain?”

A naughty smile formed on Maan’s lips as he came back and sat beside her on the bed, “Kyon? Tumhein kya laga ki tumhara sapna continue ho raha hai.”

“Haan. Woh…” She stopped as she realized that she had just admitted to dreaming about him. Then she tried to cover it up, “Nahin. Main… Woh… Mujhe laga…”

“Chup. Bilkul chup,” he silenced her by covering her mouth with his hands, “Subah, subah jhooth nahin bolna chahiye Geet.”

She blushed and appeared embarrassed. Maan smiled indulgently, moved forward and drew her into a hug.

“Maan beta, sab theek to hai na?” Dadi barged into the room and they separated hastily. But not before giving Dadi Ma a glipmse of their intimate moment.

Dadi Ma smiled knowingly and said, “Hum aap logon ka nashta kamre mein hi bhijwa dete hain.”

“Nahin, nahin Dadi Ma,” a highly emabarrassed Geet objected, “Main abhi taiyaar ho kar neeche aa jati hoon. Aap log nashta shuru kariye.”

“Nahin Geet. Tumhein aaraam ki zaroorat hai. Baar-baar sidhiyon se utarna-chadhna theek nahin hai,” Maan was genuinely concerned, “Main neeche jaata hoon aur tum yahin nashta kar lo.”

He got up to leave, but Dadi Ma did not want to let go of the opportunity. Nothing was better than them spending time together and coming closer again.

“Geet akele bore ho jayengi Maan. Aap yahin rukiye. Hum nashta bhijwa denge Nakul ke haathon.”

“Ji Dadi Ma,” Maan was the happiest person at the proposal.

—

There were some important meetings Maan had to attend. He conducted them in his outhouse office and came back to check on Geet. The sight that greeted him on entering the room took his breath away. Geet was sitting in front of the dresser and was struggling with his kurti’s zip at the back. It was half done exposing her upper back. The dori near her nape was untied too. Her hair was untied going over her right shoulder leaving the left side of her neck exposed. Geet didn’t see Maan entering the room until he had reached close to her. She was stunned when she saw him so close to her. His eyes were glued to her, almost devouring her. Geet stood up nervously, but before she could move away from him, he held her by her shoulders. He was standing behind her.  He moved the few strands of hair that were still on her back to her right shoulder. Then he bent down and started kissing the exposed part of her spine. Starting from the bottom he moved up and on reaching her nape, he moved left towards her neck. Geet was breathing heavily by then. She didn’t want to show just how affected she was. She had closed her eyes and was clenching on her fist to achieve that, but it did not help. She was still going weak in her knees and if Maan had not been supporting her through out, she would have collapsed on the floor.

“Maan!” Maan came out of the trance when she whispered his name. He looked shocked at what he was doing as if he wasn’t aware of it until then. He stopped kissing her and his face showed a hint of embarrassment. He held her until he was sure that she was stable and then moved back. When she turned to face him, he wasn’t meeting her eyes and it appeared as if he was struggling to explain something to her.

Geet was feeling shy, but at the same time she knew she had no qualms in submitting to Maan, if he desired so. So, she gathered courage and asked, “Kya hua?”

Maan looked at her with unreadable expressions in his eyes. Then he moved forward and held her hands. He directed her to the bed and both of them sat down on it. Maan continued to hold her hands as he spoke, “Geet. Pagal ho jaata hoon main jab tum mere paas hoti ho. Kabhi kabhi khud ko rokna namumkin ho jaata hai.”

“Lekin… maine to… aapko… nahin… roka…” Geet gulped hard as she said this. It had taken a lot of courage for her to speak it out.

Maan smiled lovingly, “Jaanta hoon Geet. Aur mere dil ka ek kona hai jo sirf aaj ke baare mein sochta hai. Woh chahta hai ki main tumhein apni baahon mein bhar loon aur apne itne kareeb le aaun ki saanson ke liye bhi jagah na bache. Lekin…”

He paused and Geet looked up anxiously to know what he wanted to say. But his eyes were so penetrating that she could not meet them for long and started looking down again, waiting for him to conitnue.

“Lekin Geet. Mere usi dil ka ek kona woh bhi hai jo jaanta hai ki tum mere liye kitni precious ho aur tumhara khayal rakhna kitna zaroori hai.”

He left one of her hands and caressed her cheek with the free hand, “Geet. Tum abhi kamzor ho aur apni zarooraton ke liye main kuchh aisa karne ki galti nahin kar sakta jisse tumhein koi taqleef ho jaye. Mujhe tum kuchh palon ke liye nahin, zindagi bhar ke liye chahiye Geet.”

Geet finally looked up. The desire in his eyes were replaced with love and care. She was overwhelmed. Not knowing how else to show what she felt, she leaned forward and hugged him. He also happily reciprocated. Before breaking the hug, he moved his hands to the zip and zipped up her kurti. He also tied her dori and then broke the hug. He made her lie down on the bed and pulled the bedcover over her. Then he sat down close to her head and caressed her forehead, “Kamzori lag rahi hai na Geet? Aankhein band kar lo aur chain se so jao. Main yahin tumhare paas hoon. Tumhein kissi cheez ki chinta karne ki zaroorat nahin hai.”

Geet smiled, clutched one of his hands bringing it close to her heart, then closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep as Maan watched her lovingly.

– The End –

The Misunderstanding (Part 10)

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“Geet. Agar tumne mujhe galat samjha to ismein tumhari koi galti nahin thi. Tumne zindagi mein jitne dhokhe khaye hain, uske baad to koi bhi aisa karega Geet. Aur maine bhi to tumhari galatfahmi door karne ki koshish nahin ki. Tum please khud ko pareshaan karna band karo aur so jao jaa kar. Tumhein aaraam ki zaroorat hai.”

“Lekin…”

“Bas Geet,” he wanted to touch her and reassure her. But after he was reminded of his behaviour at the farm house that morning, he was unable to do that. He felt like he had lost the right!

Geet hadn’t noticed it till then, but when he stopped her from speaking further she saw him moving towards her and then withdrawing his hands consciously. She thought it was because he could not forgive her. He was being nice to her because she was ill. But he could not forgive her.

She said sadly, “Mujhe pata hai ki main maafi ke kaabil nahin hoon. Aur aap dil ke itne achche hain ki aap mujhe sazaa bhi nahin denge. Phir bhi ek baar maafi maangna chahti thi.” She turned around to leave.

She would leave. But she wouldn’t rest. Maan had to talk and that was not an easy thing for him to do. He was not prepared for this. But then he could not let her suffer because of that. He had to talk.

Geet stopped in her tracks as she heard Maan’s voice, “Mujhse maafi maang rahi ho Geet?” She turned back and faced him as he continued, “Mujhse? Jisne waada kiya tha tumhari har mushkil aasaan karne ka. Lekin jab tumhein taqleef hui, to tumhare man ki baat samajhne ki bajai tumhein aur taqleef de di. Jab tumhein sambhaal kar rakhna chahiye tha, tumhara khayaal rakhna chahiye tha, tab maine tumhari taqleefein aur badha di.”

“Lekin…”

“Geet. Main khud ki ummeedon par khara nahin utar saka. Shayad main tumhare liye sahi nahin hoon. Aur sahi ho bhi nahin sakta. Maan Singh Khurana – jiske bhai ki wajah se tumhare gujre hue kal ne tumhein itni taqleefein di hain, itne dard diye hain, ye soch kar hi mujhe apne naam se jude hue har rishte se nafrat hone lagi hai,” Maan’s guilt was evident on his face and eyes and so was Geet’s pain on hearing him pour out his insecurities and disappointments with himself.

Maan turned away from her as he continued, “Mujhe dar lag raha hai Geet ki agar main tumhari zindagi mein raha to tumhare aane waale har pal mein, tumhare guzre hue kal ka aaina ban kar tumhare saamne khada rahoonga. Tumhare ateet ke har dard, har taqleef ko tumhein yaad dilata rahoonga. Chahte hue bhi tumhein tumhare ateet ko bhulne nahin de paunga Geet. Aur main khud kabhi nahin bhool paunga ki maine use ghar se nikala tha, uski madad karne se mana kiya tha, aur isliye usne tumhare saath…”

Geet was stunned by this time. He turned back to face her, “Geet. Kya tum kabhi apne ateet ko bhula paogi? Kabhi mujhe maaf kar paogi?”

Geet was so taken aback that she could not say anything immediately. He looked at her for couple of seconds and then walked out. She saw him going to the terrace.

She sat down on the bed. She needed sometime to find her voice back. He had been torturing himself with so much of guilt. She was only concerned that he would be angry at her. But this anger at himself – she hadn’t thought about it even in her wildest nightmare.

—

Maan went to the terrace unable to bear Geet’s silence. It was full moon night. He remembered the evening when he had made her wear the engagement ring making the moon his witness. Was the same moon to witness the end of their relationship now?

‘Geet ne kuchh bhi nahin kaha jab maine usse poochha ki woh mujhe maaf kar payegi ya nahin. Kya use bhi yahi lagta hai ki main uske liye sahi nahin hoon?’ Maan thought to himself. He had decided to be brave. To go away from her life for her betterment. And yet, when he had poured his heart out to Geet, he had hoped that she would stop him. That she would say she had forgiven him. And that she did not hold him responsible for what Dev did. But she was silent. That was the end of his world. His world that revolved around Geet.

“Haan!” The voice ringed in his ears and he turned back to find Geet in front of him.

“Geet?”

“Mera jawaab haan hai. Aap jaanna chahte the na ki main apne ateet ko bhool paungi ya nahin? Haan – main bhool jaungi apne ateet ko. Mere liye mera ateet, meri nafrat, mera guzre hue kal ka dard, kuchh bhi aapse bada nahin hai. Agar mujhe aapka saath milega to main sab kuchh bhool jaungi. Lekin kya aap mera saath denge?”

Maan’s eyes had tears once again. But this time they were of happiness. He did not mind shedding those tears. Not in front of Geet. There was nothing he needed to hide from her. They moved forward and gave each other a bone crushing hug. It felt like getting cold, sweet water after spending several days in a dry desert. They just could not have enough of each other.

Maan was the one to break the hug first, “Geet. Ji to kar raha hai ki aaj tumhein kahin jaane na doon. Bas apne saath baitha kar raat bhar tumse baatein karta rahoon.”

“To kariye na,” Geet eyes were also moist with happiness as she looked up at him.

“Nahin Geet. Ab bilkul nahin. Tumhein aaraam ki zaroorat hai. Aur… ab to hamare paas poori zindagi hai. Hai na Geet?” He actually seemed to look for reassurance.

Geet nodded happily.

“Bas ek baat Geet.”

“Kya?”

“Tum bahut majboot ho. Aur tumhein meri madad ki koi zaroorat nahin hai. Lekin mujhe tumhari bahut zaroorat hai Geet. Main tumhare bina zinda nahin rah sakta. Mujhe phir kabhi chhod kar mat jaana Geet.”

“Maan. Shayad maine aapse itna to seekh liya hai ki main aapki madad ke bina zinda rah sakti hoon, khud ko paal sakti hoon. Lekin Maan. Saansein lena to kaafi nahin hai na. Main aapke bina zindagi nahin jee sakti. Aur na hi jeena chahti hoon.”

Overwhelmed they hugged each other again.

“Chalo Geet. Main tumhein kamre mein chhod doon. Tum aaraam se so jaana. Aur neend poori kiye bina mat uthna.”

—

To be continued

The Misunderstanding (Part 9)

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“Bas Dadi Ma. Aap please aisa bol kar mujhe aur sharminda mat kijiye. Main pahle hi itni badi galti…”

Just then the nurse walked in and informed Dadi Ma that Geet’s discharge papers were ready. When she left, Dadi Ma proceeded to do the task Maan had assigned to her.

“Geet beta. Hamari ek baat maanengi aap?”

“Boliye Dadi Ma.”

“Please hamare saath ghar chaliye. Aapko bed-rest ki zaroorat hai.”

“Nahin Dadi Ma,” Geet was guilty, “Maan…”

“Maan ne apna samaan outhouse mein shift karwa liya hai. Unka kamra hamare kamre ke sabse paas hai. Aap wahin rahengi. Please Geet. Agar aapne hamari baat nahin maani to hum aur bhi guilty feel karenge. Itna naraaz mat hoiye humse.”

“Bas Dadi Ma. Mujhe sharminda mat kijiye baar baar maafi maang kar. Aap jo kahengi main wahi karoongi.”

Maan wanted her to go home. Even after all this, after she had doubted his unconditional love, after she had insulted him, after she had…. slapped him, he still cared about her. Geet wondered for a moment if she could disappear into thin air, not having to face her embarrassment and shame. But that route was not for her. Hers was a life of struggle. If she had fought for her dignity, she had to fight her shame also. She had to pay for the hurt and insult she had given to Maan.

—

“Hello. Dadi Ma? Sab theek hai na?” Maan hurriedly picked up the phone and asked anxiously.

“Geet ghar aa chuki hain beta. Aur unki tabiyat bhi abhi theek hai.”

“Thank you Dadi Ma,” Maan had to try hard not to choke on his words.

“Aap unse milenge nahin Maan?”

“Dadi Ma. Abhi use aaraam ki zaroorat hai.”

“Dinner ke liye to ghar aayenge na aap.”

“Nakul ko boliyega mera khana outhouse bhijwa de.”

—

After Geet had settled down in the room and Dadi Ma had left for her own room, Geet became restless. The room had Maan’s aura about it. She could feel his presence there. She remembered spending a night in this room with him, when he was angry with her for hiding his pregnancy from him. Even then, when she had fallen sick, he hadn’t thought twice about bringing her home and taking care of her. That’s the way he was, wasn’t he? He might be angry at her, he might think he hated her, but he could never stop taking care of her, he could never stop loving her. And she doubted him? His love? She thought he would help a criminal against her? She doubted his integrity?

She tried hard for the sake of her health, her baby’s health, but she could not sleep. Her guilt, her shame would not let her sleep. Even when she managed to take a nap, she would wake up in minutes with some dream or nightmare haunting her.

She looked at the wall clock. It was 2 am. She could no longer stay in the room. She had to see him. She would come back without disturbing him, if he was sleeping. But she just had to see him. She woke Nakul up asked for the spare keys of the outhouse and he promptly brought it for her. He did wonder why she needed to go to the outhouse this late at night, but Geet avoided his question and he was too sleepy to make much out of the situation.

Geet practically ran towards the outhouse and opened the door. She slowed down and walked cautiously, without making any noise, once she entered the place. She climbed the stairs to reach his room. The door was unlocked. She opened it slowly. The lights were on, but Maan was not in the room. She walked in and saw a shirt of his lying on the bed. It was the same shirt he had worn that day. She could not help the urge to pick it up. She held is close to her heart and kneeled down, supporting her hips on her heels. She clutched the shirt even closer and started crying silently. Despite her agitated state of mind, she found peace there and slept off resting her head on the edge of the bed, Maan’s shirt clutched close to her heart.

—

“Geet!” Maan was shocked to see her there when he came back from the bathroom. He had returned only a while back, had changed into his night dress and was freshening up, when Geet had walked into his room.

At the same time Geet woke up calling his name, “Maan!”

She was dreaming of him, Maan realized and his heart skipped a beat.

Geet became extremely embarrassed when she saw him. She had come there hoping to see him, but she had not expected to find him awake. She had not thought about how to talk to him. She was also disoriented having just woken up from sleep.

“Woh Maan. Sir. Main… Sorry. Ye shirt…” She realized that she was clutching on to his shirt and she threw it back on the bed, “I am sorry. Main jaati hoon.”

She began to leave, but Maan held her hands. He did not pull her to him as he had done that morning. He was fully aware that she was weak and needed care. Instead of pulling her to him, he walked to face her.

“Geet. Dadi Ma ne tumhein bataya hai na ki tumhein complete bed rest ki zaroorat hai. Phir itni raat ko aaraam karne ki bajai tum yahan kya kar rahi ho?”

She had to say it now, “Mujhse bahut badi galti ho gayi hai…”

Maan thought she was referring to the slap. And that reminded him of his behaviour just before that. He became very conscious of touching her. He suddenly left her hand and interrupted what she was saying, “Geet. Jo main aaj kiya uske baad…”

“Woh galat tha. Lekin uske baad to maine aap par haath utha kar ek aur galti kar di. Uske liye bhi mujhe maafi maangni hai, lekin abhi main uski baat kar bhi nahin rahi thi,” Geet’s eyes were downcast as she was recounting her mistakes.

“Kya matlab?”

Geet started crying again as she spoke, “Dadi Ma ne mujhe bataya ki… aapne Dev ki bail unke kahne par sirf do ghante ke liye karwai thi. Aur maine? Aap par shaq kiya? Sooraj par andhere ka ilzaam laga diya maine. Maine jo kiya uski to maafi ho hi nahin sakti. Aap mujhe sazaa de dijiye Maan. Mujhe koi bhi sazaa manzoor hai.”

“Geet!” Maan’s heart was tearing apart seeing her in pain like this. This was all that was needed. What did he have to lose if he had answered that one questino she had asked? ‘Kyon shaadi karna chahte hain aap mujhse?’ Just one reassurance of his love and she would have melted in his arms. Why did it all have to come to this? May be he could explain now at least.

—

To be continued

The Misunderstanding (Part 8)

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Not knowing where to go and what to do, Maan drove to the Indian Paints office. Instead of going to his cabin, he went to Geet’s. He saw her chair and sat down on it, feeling her presence around him. Just then Romeo and Pandey walked in without knocking, “Geet ji…”

They were startled and their cheerful demeanour changed, “Sir Aap? Sorry. Woh actually Geet ji subah hi nikli thi aur tab se dikhi nahin, to hamein chinta ho rahi thi. Hamein laga ki woh aa gayi, isliye…”

“Geet ki tabiyat kharaab thi. Ab woh theek hai. Do-teen dinon mein wapas aa jayegi.”

“Kya? Tabiyat kharaab hai? Kahan hain woh?”

“Apollo hospital mein. Lekin woh ghar jaane waali hai. Chinta karne ki koi zaroorat nahin hai,” He paused, thought about something and added, “Mujhe pata hai ki tum log usse milna chahoge. Lekin doctor ne use bed rest ke liye kaha hai. Agar zyada visitors honge to shayad use problem hi ho. Isliye bura mat maanna, lekin abhi zyada logon ka wahan jaana theek nahin hoga.”

Romeo and Pandey were surprised to see their boss talking so calmly and respectfully, especially after the outburst they had seen the day before.

“Thank you Sir. Hamein batane ke liye. Unka aaraam karna hi theek hai. Sab log pareshaan hain Geet ji ko lekar. Hum unhein bhi bata dete hain.”

“Haan. Aur… tum log kal se lagaataar kaam kar rahe ho. Sab log ghar jao. Baaki ka kaam baad mein ho jayega. Ek-do hafte mein backlog clear ho jaye to kaafi hai.”

That was another shocker for them. Not knowing what else to say, they just thanked Maan and left the cabin. Maan had wanted to thank them for being Geet’s friend, for being on her side, for making her laugh when he was being a monster. But he did not know how to do that. Only Geet could so effortlessly pour her heart out to people. She did not hesitate is saying sorry or thank you when needed. And only she could make others pour their heart out too. Like she had done with the workers. Like she had done with him. But he… he had lost her.

He realized that the workers had gotten into the habit of walking freely into Geet’s cabin. He could not stay there. He absent-mindedly walked to his own cabin. He noticed the tapes of CCTV footage lying on one of the shelves. He took out the ones from the cameras in her office and started watching them. He had watched most of those things live. But then he had been angry. Now, every sight, every familiar action of hers brought tears to his eyes. He kept watching the footages and kept shedding tears silently. Then he came to the part he had not seen earlier. Geet ran into the cabin crying. Then she opened a taabeez she was wearing on her hand. And… Maan was stunned. The engagement ring came out of it. Maan stopped the video and replayed it, again and again, until he was fully sure of what he saw. He noticed the date and time of the footage and realized that it must have been after he had insulted her in the washroom.

Maan could hold it no longer within him. He sobbed. He cried out loud like he had not done in his life since the time he remembered. He cried and cried until his voice was hoarse and all his tears seemed to have been exhausted.

And at the end of it, he was left with nothing. He was neither laughing, nor crying, he wasn’t even moving from his place. He looked lifeless except for the slow blinking of his eyes. He was in some kind of trance and he came out of it when his phone rang.

—

“Geet Beta!” Dadi Ma entered as soon as the nurse told her that Geet had gained consciousness.

“Dadi Ma?” Geet was surprised as well as happy. Since the time she had come to live in the outhouse, Dadi Ma had been a mother-figure to her. And although this relationship didn’t count when her relationship with Maan was broken, still seeing Dadi Ma made her feel very relieved and secure. She did not know how long would it last, but at that point of time she really needed a shoulder to cry on. A strong enough shoulder. Tears started flowing out of her eyes.

“Nahin Geet,” Dadi Ma got worried and she walked faster towards her, “Aise nahin karte beta. Pata hai aapko, stress ki wajah se hi aapki tabiyat kharaab hui thi. Apna nahin to apne bachche ka to khayaal kijiye.”

Geet leaned forward and hugged Dadi Ma.She tried hard, but she could not stop her tears. Dadi Ma’s heart went out for this girl. And her guilt at being the possible cause of her separation from Maan increased many-fold. She was already miserable seeing Maan’s condition in last one week.

“Bas Geet. Chup ho jaiye, please. Hum hain na yahan. Sab theek ho jayega.”

Geet broke the hug and wiped her tears, as she tried to become calm.

“Sorry Dadi Ma. Main bahut ghabra gayi thi.”

“Koi baat nahin beta. Aap hamein apni pareshaani nahin batayengi to kise batayengi?”

Dadi Ma pressed Geet’s hand and they stayed silent for a moment.

“Geet beta. Hamare dil par bahut bada bojh hai. Hamein aapse baat karni thi beta, par aap to bina bataye na jaane kahan gayab ho gayin?”

“Kya baat hai Dadi Ma?”

“Hamein pata nahin ki ye sahi samay hai bhi ki nahin. Lekin hamein lagta hai ki shayad hamare sach batane se hi aapko bhi shanti mile.”

“Paheliyan mat bujhaiye Dadi Ma. Please mujhe bataiye ki kya baat hai.”

“Beta. Mujhe nahin pata ki aapke aur Maan ke beech kya hua tha? Maan ne to hamein kuchh bataya nahin. Aur office waalon se bhi hamein aadhi-adhoori baatein hi pata chali. Lekin beta agar aapke man mein Maan ke iraadon ko lekar koi bhi galatfahmi hai to use door kar lijiye. Unhone sirf aur sirf mere kahne par Dev ko bail dilayi thi, do ghanton ke liye. Hamein pata tha ki aapko achchha nahin lagega, lekin hum mamta ke haathon majboor the beta. Hum…”

“Dadi Ma!” Geet got the shock of her life. Dadi Ma looked at her and was scared at what she saw. Her face had suddenly become pale. Life seemed to have gone out of her body.

“Geet!” Dadi Ma shook her and Geet came back to reality.

“Geet beta. Aapko humse naraaz hone ka poora haq hai. Humne jo Maan se karwaya, woh galat tha… Lekin kya aap ek baar is boodhi dadi ko maaf nahin kar sakti. Hamari galti ki sazaa Maan ko…”

—

To be continued

The Misunderstanding (Part 7)

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Geet tried to free herself from him as she said, “Sab kuchh galat hai. Jo hua hai, jo ho raha hai. Sab galat hai.”

Maan clutched her even harder, “Tumehin problem ho rahi hai na Geet ki tumhare bina main itna khush hoon? Tumhein problem ho rahi hai na ki tumhare hote hue bhi main kissi aur ko ahmiyat de raha hoon? Tumhein problem ho rahi hai na ki main kissi aur ko kareeb aane de raha hoon?”

It was getting beyond Geet’s tolerance. She pushed him hard and freed herself, “Chhodiye mujhe.”

But Maan was not affected by her pained expressions or her words. He pulled her back again, “Tumhein problem ho rahi hai na ki main tumhare saath nahin, kissi aur ke saath dance kar raha hoon. Tumhare kareeb kyon nahin aa raha hoon?”

She continued to struggle to be let free. After a pause Maan continued his verbal assault, “Bolo Geet tumhare saath dance karoon. Ya…” He pulled her closer and their lips almost touched. While his words were insulting to her, she was well aware that Maan was not in his senses. The only thing she was trying to do, then, was to free herself so that she could get away from him before more damage was done. Another attempt, “Sir mujhe jaane dijiye.” She half succeeded, but he pulled her back and forcefully hugged her. The he made her keep one of her hands on his shoulder and grabbed her waist once more, bringing them in a dancing pose.

“Kya hua Geet? Tum door kyon ja rahi ho? Tum to yahi chahti thi na? Ab sharma kyon rahi ho? Yahan par koi nahin hai. Aur agar koi hoga bhi to kya farq padta hai.”

Geet could not help getting hurt now. Tears started flowing from her eyes but they seemed to have no effect whasoever on Maan.

He ignored her tears and constant pleas of letting her go as he forced her into a dance. Geet did not realize what she was doing until she had already done it. As soon as she found one of her hands free, she slapped him.

Startled by it, he let her go immediately. Geet herself was as startled by her action as he was. When he looked back at her, his expresions were blank. He did not even show the anger that was so visible on his face few moments back. It was as if he was unable to make any sense of what was going on.

Geet on the other hand was visibly shaken. She immediately regretted what she had done. And yet she was too stunned to say or do anything. She looked at him shocked and ashamed at what she considered a serious lapse in her behaviour. At that moment she wasn’t thinking of how wrong he had been. She was only thinking of how could she slap him. Him of all the people in the world. She started crying openly and ran away from there. Maan was glued to his place as he saw her going away, still not able to think or do anything.

And then the physical and mental exhaustion, irregular eating and sleeping habits and emotional stress of last half an hour took its toll on Geet as her head started spinning and she started losing her balance.

That brought some sense back into Maan as he ran towards her, “Geeeet!” He reached just in time to prevent her from falling, “Geet. Kya hua tumhein? Aankhein kholo Geet.” And then suddenly things started making sense to him. She was right when she said everything was wrong. It indeed was! What on earth was he doing? Giving her so much stress? She was pregnant.  She needed to be taken care of. And what was he doing? He hated himself. But this was not the time for self-loathing. She needed care.

He rushed her into his jeep and took her to the hospital. After checking her up, the doctors told him that she had fainted due to stress. As such there was no immediate danger, but she should not be taking so much stress as it can be bad for her own health and fatal for the baby. Maan maintained his control in front of the doctors, but sank into the chair in the waiting area as soon as they had left. Outwardly, he looked exhausted and devoid of the ability to think. But inside there was a storm going on as the events of the last few days replayed in his mind. He waited and waited for her to become conscious. The doctors had told him that she would be up only by the late evening. They also said that once she was up he could take her home, but she needed complete bed-rest.

He was waiting for her to wake up. He was checking on her every few minutes. But when the time drew closer, he realized something. It wouldn’t be the best thing for her to see him when she wakes up. That would only stress her more. He took out his phone to call Dadi Ma and noticed that the battery had died.

He walked to the reception and made the call.

“Dadi Ma,” his voice sounded so exhausted that it had Dadi Ma worried.

“Maan beta. Kahan the aap din bhar? Farmhouse se phone aaya tha ki aap achanak gayab ho gaye. Aapka phone bhi nahin lag raha tha. Office mein bhi kissi ko kuchh pata nahin tha. Aap theek to hain na?”

“Main theek hoon Dadi Ma. Par Geet…”

“Geet? Geet mil gayi? Kya hua Geet ko beta?” Dadi Ma was worried even more.

“Dadi Ma. Geet ki tabiyat kharaab hai. Abhi koi khatra nahin hai. Lekin use bed rest ki zaroorat hai. Abhi behosh hai. Thodee der mein hosh aa jayega. Dadi Ma! Aap please mera ek kaam karengi.”

“Boliye beta. Geet kis hospital mein hain?”

Maan told Dadi Ma about the hospital and asked her to convince Geet to go home with her. He was sure that Geet would not listen to him. Dadi Ma agreed. He waited for Dadi Ma to arrive in the hospital and then reluctantly left the place.

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To be continued

The Misunderstanding (Part 6)

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Nobody other than Geet knew who he was. Romeo was startled and he asked, “Aap kaun hain?”

“Main kaun hoon? Main Maan Singh Khurana, is company ka owner.”

Romeo’s body language changed and he looked more deferential.

Maan continued to shout, “Aur tum yahan kaam karne aate ho ya flirt karne? Nikal jao abhi ke abhi yahan se. You are fired.”

“Maan?” Geet was shocked. Then she controlled her temper and corrected herself, “Sir! Romeo mehnati worker hai. Aap bina matlab ise fire kyon kar rahe hain?”

“Ye meri company hai aur mujhe apne decisions kissi ko explain karne ki zaroorat nahin hai.”

Maan left the place with this and Geet quickly reassured Romeo, “Romeo. Tumhein kahin jaane ki zaroorat nahin hai. Tum apna kaam karo. Chinta mat karo. Mera gussa ye tumhare oopar nikaal rahe hain. Main aisa nahin hone doongi.” Then she ran after Maan.

“Sir. Aapka gussa mujh par hai. Aap woh Romeo par kyon nikaal rahe hain.”

“Tumhein aisa kyon lagta hai Geet ki meri duniya tumhare chaaro or ghoomti hai. Main kissi ka gussa kissi par nahin nikaal raha.”

“Mujhe nahin pata ki aapki duniya mere chaaro or ghoomti hai ya nahin. Lekin itna to saaf hai ki main kya karti hoon, kya sochti hoon, mere aas paas kaun hai, isse aapko farq padta hai. Romeo mera dost hai, mujhe khush dekhna chahta hai, mere saath thoda hansi-mazaak kar leta hai to aapko usse khunnas ho rahi hai.”

“Geet!” Maan was enraged. She had bluntly told him what was happening to him and he was not ready to accept it.

“Agar aisa nahin hai to Romeo kahin nahin jaayega. Maine use bola hai ki woh kaam karta rahe. Agar aapko use nikaalna hai to wapas aa kar bol kar jaiye.”

Maan did not reply to that and walked away from there. Geet went back to the shop-floor.

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Geet became busy with the workers and she did not have time to dwell on what happened with Maan. She had decided to stay in the office until the work was finished. Everyone tried to send her home for the night, but she did not agree. Finally they made her agree to take some rest in the office itself. They also arranged for her to eat something, but she was too nervous about the whole thing. She did not eat much. She came to her cabin, sank in to her chair and slept off almost immediately from the exhaustion.

She woke up in the morning when the landline in her office rang.

“Hello?”

There was no reply from the other end as Maan was coming out of his jeep at his farmhouse.

“Hello? Aap theek to hain na?” She remembered how Maan had left yesterday and got worried for him.

“Tumhein kaise pata chala ki phone par main hoon?”

“Ji… Woh… Haan… Aapi gaadi ki awaaz…” She fumbled for the explanation.

“Geet. Mere cabin mein ek green color ki file padi hui hai. Us par ek Chinese company ka naam likha hoga. Tum abhi ke abhi woh file le kar mere farm house par aao.”

“Farmhouse? Abhi? Lekin office mein bahut kaam hai. Main peon ke haathon bhijwa deti hoon.”

“Agar main peon ke saath hi woh file discuss kar sakta to supervisor ki job to uski honi chahiye thi na. Tumhari kyon hai?”

Geet tried hard to not get angry and replied as calmly as she could, “Main aa rahi hoon.”

“Aadhe ghante mein mujhe tum yahan chahiye.” Maan said and disconnected the call.

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Geet reached the farm house just in time and rushed to meet Maan. She asked one of the housekeeping staff where Maan was and barged into the room. She was surprised to see a party going on there. With her enxhausted face and crumpled clothes, she was looking completely out of place and she grew extremely conscious of the glances she was getting from the people there.

She couldn’t fathom why Maan would call her to a party with an official file. She decided to find him, hand him the file and leave immediately. As soon as she spotted Maan she walked quickly towards him.

“Sir. Aapne ye file mangwayi thi,” She said ignoring her surroundings.

Maan was talking to a girl then. He pretended not to even look at her and said, “Wait karo. Main abhi busy hoon.”

“Par…”

“Geet. Maine kaha na main busy hoon. Tum yahin wait karo.”

Geet had no option but to shut up. She started moving away and looked around trying to find a lonely corner. Just then the music started and Geet saw Maan inviting the girl he was talking to for a dance.

She looked at the girl. Short dress, high heels, latest accessories, short, stylish hair – everything that Maan used to tease her about at one point of time.

Why did he call her here? To make her uncomfortable, jealous? She should not give in to this, she thought. But she could not take her eyes off them once they started dancing. She remembered the time when he had dragged her to the dance floor in a similar party. Both of them were angry at each other then. But that dance had showed something else. Something that they had taken a long time to accept to themselves. Their passion, their desire for each other, their love! And what was he doing today dancing with this girl? Trying to insult those moments, those memories, that feeling, that love. As the song ended and he lifted the girl up as a finale to the dance, Geet could hold herself no longer. Her eyes became moist and before he could see her crying, she left from there.

Maan immediately noticed that she was missing. That wouldn’t do for him. She had to be there. She had to see that she did not matter to him. That he was not affected by her presence. That his life could go on with others irrespective of her presence or absence. But how would she know if she was absent? She had to be present. He walked out of the room to find her.

He did not have to look hard. She was trying to get away from there, get away from him. He ran after her and pulled her by hand. He held her close and clutched her waist with one of his hands. He glared at her with his steely eyes without saying anything.

She burst out finally, “Ye kya kar rahe hain aap? Kyon apna tamasha bana rahe hain? Kyon aisi harkatein kar rahe hain, jo karne ki izaazat khud aapka man aapko kabhi nahin de sakta? Bas kariye.”

Maan continued glaring at her unwaveringly, “Geet. Aisa kya kar diya hai maine? Dance hi to kar raha hoon. Ismein galat kya hai?”

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To be continued