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Past Resurfaces (Part 3)

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“Maan Sir,” Geet interrupted horrified, “Suraj par koi keechad uchhal sakta hai kya? Aap par shaq karne se pahle mujhe bhagwaan par shaq karna hoga.” She paused before continuing, “Jo maine aapse kaha Dev ke baare mein woh sach hai aur is sach ko main badal nahin sakti. Lekin mera yakeen maaniye. Main iski wajah se aapko pareshaani mein kabhi nahin daal sakti. Aapki, Aapke parivaar ki, Dadi Ma ki khushiyan nahin chheen sakti, aapka parivaar nahin tod sakti. Aap khud ko pareshaan na karein, isliye main ja rahi hoon. Mere rahne se…”

Maan grabbed her hands and looked scared like a kid who is about to be taken away from his parents, “Geet! Agar meri khushi chahti ho to phir mujhe chhod kar jaane ki baat mat karna Geet. Kabhi nahin. Wapas andar chalo Geet. Apne ghar mein raho.”

Geet was overwhelmed, “Jo aap chahenge wahi hoga Sir. Main aapse sach nahin chhupa sakti thi. Isliye aapko chot pahuncha kar bhi batana pada. Lekin ab mujhe aur kuchh nahin chahiye. Mujhe koi badla, koi insaaf nahin chahiye. Inmein se kuchh bhi mere liye aapse, aapki khushiyon se badh kar nahin hai.”

“Insaaf to hoga Geet, chahe doshi koi bhi ho,” Maan’s eyes were on fire again. The determined Maan was coming out again leaving behind the one who looked so defeated a few moment ago. Because he was assured of Geet’s company in his life.

“Par…”

Maan cupped her face, “Bas Geet. Ab ye pareshaani meri hai, tumhari nahin…”

 

“Geet!” Dadi Ma’s stern voice startled them. She looked at Geet’s suitcase and continued, “Achchha hai ki aap khud hi ja rahi hain. Aapne hamara kaam aasaan kar diya.”

Maan and Geet were shocked at her words. They also noticed Nayantara standing behind Dadi Ma with some papers in her hand.

Maan said, “Dadi Ma! Ye aap kya kah rahi hain. Geet kahin nahin ja rahi hai. Aur woh kahin kyon jayegi?”

“Kyonki unka fareb hamare saamne aa chuka hai. Hum soch bhi nahin sakte the ki is maasoom chehre ke peechhe itna shatir dimaag chhipa hua hai. Kyon Geet? Kiska bachcha aap Maan ke, hamare khaandaan ke sar par daalna chahti hain?”

Geet was so shocked, she almost stumbled and Maan had to support her. Geet looked at Maan horrified, not knowing what to do. Maan nodded assuringly at her and put his arms around her shoulder to show his support. Then he looked calmly at Dadi Ma, “Ye bachcha mera hai.”

Both Dadi Ma and Nayantara were shocked at Maan’s declaration. But Maan preempted them saying anything against Geet by asking them to leave, “Geet ko abhi aaraam ki zaroorat hai. Dadi Ma, aap apne kamre mein jaiye. Main aap se wahin aa kar baat karta hoon.”

‘Inhein Geet ki pregnancy ke baare mein bhi pata hai aur phir bhi…’ Nayantara thought to herself while trying to think of her next steps.

—

Geet broke down as soon as Dadi Ma left, “Ye sab theek nahin ho raha hai Sir. Meri wajah se…”

“Geet!” Maan spoke calmly, “Itni jaldi haar maan gayi tum? Tum to sachchai ke liye poori duniya se akele lad gayi thi Geet? Ab to hum saath hain. Aur tum to meri taqat ho Geet. Agar tum himmat haar jaogi, to main kaise ladoonga?”

“Par Meri wajah se aapko apno se ladna pad raha hai?”

“Hum sirf sachchai ke liye lad rahe hain Geet. Tumne kuchh galat nahin kiya, maine kuchh galat nahin kiya, phir sazaa hamein kyon mile Geet? Mujhse waada karo ki tum mujhse door nahin jaogi,” Maan held out his hand, “Waada karo Geet.”

Geet was hesitant, but she could not hold back. She put her hands on top of his to convey her agreement and Maan put his other hand on top of hers and pressed it assuringly.

“Tum aaraam karo Geet. Bilkul chinta mat karna. Main abhi aata hoon.”

But Geet held his hand as he tried to leave.

“Kya hua Geet?”

“Dadi Ma… Dadi Ma hamari baat par kabhi wishwas nahin karengi. Aur agar karna bhi chahein to unhein bahut bura lagega, woh toot jayengi. Saara parivaar bikhar jaayega. Sabki khushiyan…”

“Geet. Kissi bhi parivaar ko ek criminal ko bacha kar khush rahne ka adhikaar nahin hai. Main ye nahin kah sakta Geet ki ye sab kuchh aasaan hoga. Bahut mushkil hoga, hamare liye bhi aur Dadi Ma ke liye bhi. Lekin is wajah se main sachchai ka saath nahin chhodunga; aur na hi tumhein chhodne doonga. Samjhi tum?”

Maan’s determination was evident in his words, facial expressions and body language. Geet had to let go, worried but assured of his support.

—

“Maan! Ye sab ho kya raha hai?”

“Dadi Ma! Main maanta hoon aisa nahin hona chahiye tha, lekin ismein Geet ka koi kasoor nahin hai. Aur hum sach mein ek doosre se bahut pyaar karte hain aur shaadi karna chahte hain. Phir sab theek ho jayega.”

The look Maan had given to Nayantara when he had entered Dadi Ma’s room clearly told her that Maan knew everything. So, she decided that there was no point trying to save her face in front of Maan. Dadi Ma was a better bet for her and she decided to make Dadi Ma her ally.

“Lekin Geet to teen mahine pregnant hain. Tab to Maan Veer ji unhein jaante bhi nahin the. Ye bachcha unka kaise ho sakta hai Dadi Ma,” Nayantara instigated.

“Tumne kaafee jaasoosi kar rakhi hai Geet ke oopar Nayantara. Aur kya-kya jaanti ho tum Geet ki zindagi ke baare mein? Kab se jaanti ho use?”

“Maan! Aapki aankhon par Geet ne parda daal rakha hai,” Dadi Ma did indeed come to Nayantara’s rescue, “Koi saboot ho ya na ho, hamein achchhi tarah se pata hai ki ye bachcha aapka nahin hai. Aapse hamein ye ummeed nahin thi. Hamein to hamesha lagta tha ki aap sahi aur galat ka farq achchhe se samajhte hain. Aakhir aisa kya jaadoo kar diya hai usne aap par ki aap sab kuchh jaante hue bhi andhe ban rahe hain.”

“Dadi Ma! Aapko bilkul sahi lagta hai. Mujhe sahi aur galat ka farq karna aata hai. Mera yakeen maaniye, sachchai jo bhi hai usmein Geet ki galti nahin hai. Nayantara! Dev kahan hai?”

“Kyon?”

“Jo poochha hai uska jawaab do.”

His intensity and anger scared Nayantara, “Apne kamre mein.”

“Main abhi aata hoon Dadi Ma!”

As soon as Maan left the room, Nayantara asked Dadi Ma to follow him, “Dadi Ma. Hamein bahut dar lag raha hai. Maan Veerji ke oopar to jaise khoon sawaar ho gaya hai Geet ko lekar. Hamein bhi chalna chahiye. Pata nahin Dev ko kya kahne ja rahe hain wo?”

“Theek hai.”

—

“Dev,” Maan thundered as he entered Dev’s room.

“Bro?”

Maan did not wait for any conversations. He directly walked up to Dev and slapped him hard.

“Bro ye aap kya kar rahe hain?”

“Jo tumne Geet ke saath kiya hai, uske hisaab se to main kuchh bhi nahin kar raha hoon Dev. Tumhari sazaa to abhi aani baaki hai.”

“Meri kuchh samajh mein nahin aa raha hai Bro. Maine Geet ke saath kya kiya?”

“Mere saamne bhole banne ki koshish mat karo Dev,” Maan grabbed his collar.

Just then Dadi Ma and Nayantara entered the room.

“Maan! Chhodiye Dev ko,” Dadi Ma shouted.

Maan left Dev, turned to Dadi Ma and said, “Dadi Ma! Aap jaanna chahti thi na ki sachchai kya hai? To ye hai sachchai. Geet ki halat ka zimmedaar koi aur nahin, Dev hai. Chand paison ke lalach mein usne Geet se jhoothi shaadi ki aur phir use chhod kar chala gaya.”

“Ye aap kaisi baatein kar rahe hain Maan Veer Ji. Dadi Ma! Geet hamare parivaar ko todna chahti hai. Pahle Maan Veerji ko apni baaton mein phansaya aur ab jab uski sachchai sab ke saamne aa gayi to unhein apne hi bhai ke khilaaf bhadka rahi hai.”

“Shut up Nayantara,” Maan was shaking with anger, “Khabardaar jo Geet ka naam bhi apni gandi zubaan se liya to. Agar Geet ki andar itni chaalaki hoti to tum log yun uski zindagi barbaad nahin kar paate.”

“Bas kijiye Maan,” Dadi Ma intervened, “Had hoti hai har cheez ki. Aap us ladki ke baaton mein aa kar apne hi bhai par ilzaam laga rahe hain. Nayantara se, is ghar ki bahu se, badtamizi se pesh aa rahe hain?”

“Dadi Ma! Woh ladki is ghar ki badi bahu hai. Aur… is ghar mein ek criminal ka saath nahin diya jayega. Dev abhi ke abhi apna saamaan pack karo aur nikal jao yahan se.”

“Bas bahut ho gaya Maan,” Dadi Ma was not about to budge either, “Dev aur Nayantara is ghar se kahin nahin ja rahe hain. Hum phir se aapki manmaani nahin chalne denge, woh bhi bina wajah. Aur agar ye ghar chhodenge, to yaad rakhiye ki hum bhi inke saath hi jayenge.”

—

To be continued

Past Resurfaces (Part 2)

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“Kuchh nahin Bro. Bas hamare beech ki baat hai. Ismein aapke jaanne ki liye kuchh nahin hai,” Dev put on his charming manners and replied. He immediately left the room.

Geet on the other hand looked really disturbed. Maan noticed it immediately.

“Geet! Sab theek to hai?”

“Haan,” Geet tried her best to appear normal. But it wasn’t her cup of tea. She dreaded the moment when she would have to tell him the truth. She had considered all the alternatives. Keeping mum for example – but that wasn’t really an option. That would entail living under the same roof as Dev. For the rest of her life. She also thought of going away from his life without telling him. But she knew just how much he loved her and how devastated he will be if she left without a word. She could not have done that to him. That gem of a person, her God, did not deserve that.

Telling him the truth – it had to be. She cringed at the thought of the pain it will cause him. But that was the only real option. The only question was “when?”!

“Kya chhupa rahi ho mujhse Geet? Kya hua tha kal shaam ko?” His hands were crossed on his chest and his voice was authoritative and demanding.

“Kuchh bhi to nahin,” she did not meet his eyes and looked down.

He went near her, held her chin, lifted her face up and said softly, “Tumhari aankhein tumse bewafai karti hain Geet. Tum chaho bhi to ye tumhein jhooth nahin bolne deti hain. Mujhse to bilkul bhi nahin.”

Geet didn’t know how to hide the tears that were threatening to fill her eyes. She jerked back and turned away from him, “Aap bhi na.”

Maan held her at shoulders, “Kal to tum kitni khush thi Geet? Phir aisa kya ho gaya ki tumhari aankhon ki chamak aur honthon ki hansi yun gayab ho gayi? Kal subah tak tumhari sehat bilkul theek thi. Phir aisa kya ho gaya ki shaam mein tumhein hospital le jaane ki zaroorat pad gayi. Do din pahle hi to humne zindagi bhar saath nibhane ka waada kiya tha Geet, phir aisa kya hoga ki tumhein mujh par bharosa nahin raha, ki tum apne man ki baat mujhe nahin bata pa rahi ho?”

“Maan Sir!” the mention of trust moved her! What was she to do? Just when she had started looking forward to her new life, leaving her past behind, the past had brought itself before her. And in what form? In the form of a curse to her new life as well!

Tears welled up and she could no longer contain them. Maan came around to face her, “Geet, tumhein pata hai na ki tum mujhe kuchh bhi bata sakti ho. Na koi sharm, na jhijhak aur na hi koi dar. Phir, kyon tadpa rahi ho tum khud ko aur mujhe bhi? Kyon mere pyaar par bharosa nahin ho raha Geet tumhein? Mujhe batao Geet, batao mujhe kya hua tha?”

Geet finally broke down, “Mera ateet mera peechha nahin chhodta Sir. Aur uski aag mein main aapko jalte nahin dekh sakti.”

Maan took her hands in his, “Geet. Aisa kyon kah rahi ho? Humne baat ki hai na is baare mein?”

“Maine us insaan ko dekha,” Geet could not hold it any longer.

“Kya?”

“Jiski wajah se meri zindagi tabaah ho gayi, jisne mera parivaar, meri izzat, mera sab kuchh mujhse chheen liya tha, use maine kal shaam dekha.”

Maan’s eyes were on fire with anger, “Kaun hai woh Geet? Tumne mujhe bataya kyon nahin? Tum mere paas kyon nahin aayi Geet?”

“Main aayi thi aapke paas…”

“Kya?”

“Main aayi thi…” Geet could not continue as she started sobbing uncontrollably.

And then he remembered the time when she had told him, “Main use dekha. Maine Dev ko dekha…” But he was too happy to notice how disturbed she was.

“Dev?” He asked her in disbelief.

She nodded, still not able to speak anything.

“Aisa nahin ho sakta. Aisa nahin ho sakta Geet,” he left her hand. She felt devastated. Then he held her by her upper arms and shook her violently, “Dev tumhare saath aisa nahin kar sakta Geet. Aisa nahin ho sakta…”

She was hurt for a moment. He did not believe her! But she looked at his face and then the only thing she could feel was pain for him. What excruciating pain he must be going through at the moment?

She cried when he left her and took a few steps backwards. Her tears then were not for herself, but for him. He turned without saying a word and left the room.

Geet slumped on the bed and cried and cried, not knowing what else to do.

When she recovered her sense, it had been two hours since Maan had left. The sun had already set. She concluded that Maan wasn’t coming back. The sun of her life and happiness had also set. It was time to leave. She opened her cupboard and started packing the few dresses she had come to this house with.

She had no complaints against Maan. She didn’t think that his love wasn’t strong enough. Things could not be set all right. Her being in his life would not help him in any way. It would remind him of his brother’s crime for the rest of his life and that can not be a great feeling to live with. She had to leave.

—

Maan blankly walked to the terrace after he came out of Geet’s room. For quite sometime, his mind was not working at all. He would not have reacted, even if someone pointed a gun towards him. Then slowly he started comprehending the situation. The person devastating Geet’s life was none other than Dev, his own brother. Geet couldn’t have lied. Was there a possibility that she had been mistaken? But then he remembered something. He had found Dev’s number in her room just before leaving for Manali. She had denied having any connection with the number. He realized that she had lied. ‘Lekin usne jhooth isliye bola tha kyonki woh apne ateet ko bhula kar aage badhna chahti thi. Usne mujhse waada bhi kiya tha ki woh apne ateet ko hamare beech nahin aane degi,’ Maan thought to himself. And then he cried for her. Why was the fate so cruel to her? He also remembered how Dev had evaded his question about how he paid off his debts. And Nayantara sneaking out Geet’s file from his office. It started making sense. It was a painful realization, but it was the truth. How could it be anything other than the truth, when Geet had said it. The epitome of truthfulness and trust. And then he realized that he had left her alone. To struggle for herself. How was she? Where was she? What would she have thought of him leaving like that?

He rushed back.

—

Dev was frantically looking for Nayantara after he came out of Geet’s room. The situation was more difficult than he had imagined. He was unable to think of a way out. Sooner or later Geet would tell Maan everything. Since she did not fear that their relationship would be in danger. Nayantara was the one who could keep her cool even in such difficult situations. But it turned out that Dadi had taken her to some function. He prayed furiously for her to come back quickly.

She returned after around two hours and Dev hurriedly explained to her that Maan already knew about Geet’s past.

—

Geet was about to step out of her room with her suitcase when Maan blocked her, “Geet!”

They just looked at each other with pain and tear filled eyes for a few seconds. Neither could speak a word.

Finally Maan broke the silence, “Kya kar rahi ho Geet? Ye sab kya hai?”

Geet looked down as she replied, “Main aapko aise nahin dekh sakti. Main aapki zindagi se door chali jaungi. Meri wajah se…”

“Aisa kyon kah rahi ho Geet,” Maan held her. Then suddenly a thought struck him and he left her. His face showed a heart-wrenching pain as he asked, “Mujhse door kyon jaana chahti ho Geet? Kya tumhein lagta hai ki main bhi zimmedaar hoon…”

—

To be continued

Past Resurfaces (Part 1)

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Note on the OS

This story narrates the track of Dev’s truth revelation to Maan. It borrows the dialogs and situations heavily from the show, but the approach is different.

—

Where could she have gone? Was she all right? What happened? He was searching for her in every corner of the house. Finally he decided to go out and that’s when he noticed her in the garden. She was unconscious, lying on the ground. Maan was scared to death.

“Geeeet!!” He shouted and ran towards her, “Aankhein kholo Geet. Kya hua tumhein?”

He called Dadi Ma and the servants outside using his mobile and told Dadi Ma that he would take Geet to the hospital.

“Bete doctor ko phone kar dete hain. Yahin aa jayenge. Aur saare mehmaan…”

“Nahin Dadi Ma. Usmein der lagegi. Main khud Geet ko le jaunga hospital. Aap bas apna khayal rakhiye aur party cancel kar dijiye.”

He did not stop to hear anything else, took Geet in his arms and carried her to the car. As such he did not have an issue in calling the doctor home. But that would mean risking revelation of Geet’s pregnancy, which he did not want to do with so many guests around.

—

“Geet!” Maan rushed to her when she gained consciousness, “Geet tum theek to ho na?”

Geet suddenly sat up. She appeared confused and looked around bewildered.

“Ghabrao mat Geet. Main hoon yahan. Sab theek hai. Tum let jao,” he made her lie down again. She was more in control by then, but she still did not look her usual self. Her eyes showed a strange pain and Maan was worried. But doctor had advised against giving her stress. So, he let go for the time being and did not ask her anything.

—

When Geet gained consciousness, she was agitated. She sat up and wondered for a while if all that had happened was a dream. Then she saw Maan and the hospital and the events of the evening started coming back to her. She must have fainted and was now in the hospital. Nothing was a dream. That dreadful thing was true. What would she tell Maan? The new life that they were looking forward to… What would become of it? As she looked at him, her pain reflected in her eyes.

—

When she thought Maan was asleep on the sofa, she got up from her bed. She was too restless to be able to rest or sleep. Suddenly the lights went on and she turned around to find Maan looking at her searchingly. She got nervous. But Maan put her at ease with his soft, concerned voice.

“Neend nahin aa rahi Geet?”

She nodded.

“Tum pareshaan ho Geet. Tum party ke baare mein to nahin soch rahi ho?”

Geet had much bigger issue on her mind, but at that point of time engagement party seemed like the right alibi. So she nodded and said, “Saare guests…”

“Tum uski chinta mat kar Geet. Tumhari sehat sabse zyada zaroori hai. Party to phir ho jayegi. Hai na?”

She nodded once again. Maan led her to the bed and tucked her in.

“So jao Geet. Main yahin hoon. Sofe par. Tumhein kissi cheez ki chinta karne ko zaroorat nahin hai.”

—

The next morning Geet was discharged.

“Geet. Doctor ne tumhein aaraam karne ko kaha hai. Unke hisaab se stress aur thakaan ki wajah se tumhari tabiyat kharaab hui thi. To tum ab hamare saath ghar mein hi rahogi. Outhuose mein nahin.”

“Nahin Sir,” Geet was petrified at the thought of sharing a roof with Dev.

“Kya hua Geet? Ismein kya pareshaani hai?”

Geet had to quickly think of an alibi, “Woh… mujhe nayi jagah par neend aane mein dikkat hoti hai. Mujhe outhouse mein sone ki aadat hai na. Abhi neend nahin aayi to tabiyat aur kharaab ho jayegi na?”

Maan found this odd, but did not want to take a risk with her health. So, he agreed. He arranged for one of the maids to stay in the outhouse through out, especially during the night. He himself would work from the outhouse and stay with her all day.

—

Meanwhile, Dev and Nayantara were having a restless conversation.

“Dev! Aap kar kya rahe the itne dinon se, ye hamari samajh mein nahin aata? Aapke hisaab se Maan ki mangetar to koi Pari thi na?”

“Main mila tha usse Nayantara. Pata nahin ye Geet kahan se aa gayi beech mein? Woh itne dinon se outhouse mein rah rahi thi. Tabhi tumhein jab-tab dikhti rahti thi. Agar tum use le kar mere peechhe nahin padi hoti to shayad maine thandhe dimaag se socha hota aur samay rahte hi kuchh kar liya hota. Lekin khair. Ghabrane ki koi baat nahin hai. Aakhir uske paas hamare khilaaf koi saboot bhi to nahin hai.”

“Haan. Agar usne apna bachcha gira liya ho to.”

“Kya matlab?” Dev had no idea of Geet’s pregnancy.

“Bahut ashcharya ho raha hai? Aur chinta bhi? Zahir hai ye bachcha aapke siddhantwaadi Bro ka to hai nahin. Uske saath sone se pahle nahin socha tha Dev?”

“Nayantara,” Dev shouted.

“Hum par mat chillaiye Dev. Dhokhebaaz aap hain.”

Dev fell silent. This was too big a news to digest easily. Plus, now he could not have feigned innocence in front of Nayantara. He was obviously guilty of cheating on her.

“Khair. Hum iske baare mein baad mein baat karenge,” Nayantara came back to the immediate issue, “Abhi ye sochna hai ki Geet ko Maan Veerji ko sab kuchh batane se kaise roka jaye. Kyonki saboot ho ya na ho, agar Maan Veerji ke dimaag mein zahar ghul gaya, to hamare liye achchha nahin hoga.”

“Haan,” Dev said but he was unable to think straight right now. The news of Geet’s pregnancy had thrown him off balance.

“Waise dekha jaye to woh Maan Veerji ko kuchh nahin batana chahegi. Aakhir usse use kya milega? Balki unka rishta hi khatre mein pad jayega agar Maan Veerji ko Geet ka ateet maaloom pad gaya to. In fact, agat usne bachcha nahin giraya hai to hum uske future ko lekar hi use blackmail kar sakte hain.”

“Tum theek kah rahi ho Nayantara.”

“Hum abhi ja kar uske kamre mein dekhte hain agar koi suraag mile to. Aur aap jitni jaldi ho sake kal subah Geet se baat karenge, taki woh bewkoofi mein sabke liye museebat na khadi kar de.”

“Theek hai.”

—

Maan had brought Geet back quite early in the morning. So, Dev did not get a chance to meet her in the hospital. Maan hadn’t left her alone until the afternoon when he had to go for a while for an urgent meeting. That’s when Dev entered her room.

When Geet noticed him, she gave him such an angry look that he was taken aback for a moment. But he gathered himself together, “Geet. Jo ho gaya use badla nahin ja sakta. Lekin main sirf tumhein ye samjhana chahta tha ki agar tum Bro ko hamare baare mein kuchh bataogi to usse sabka nuksaan hi hoga. Ho sakta hai ki woh mujhe sazaa de dein. Lekin tumhare ateet ke baare mein jaanne ke baad kya woh tumhein apnayenge? Kabhi nahin.”

“Bakwaas band karo Dev. Apne ochhe dimaag se Maan ke pyaar aur unki achchhai ko taulne ki koshish mat karo. Unhein samajhna tumhare wash ki baat nahin hai. Kaash tumhare andar unki achchhai ka ek chhota sa ansh bhi hota.”

“Dekho Geet, koi kitna bhi achchha ho…”

“Shut up Dev. Tumhein sab log tumhare jaise dhokhebaaz hi lagte hain na? Tumhein lagta hai ki maine Maan ko apne ateet ke baare mein nahin bataya hai? Rishte sachchai aur vishwaas se bante hain Dev. Lekin tum ye nahin samjhoge. Bas itna jaan lo ki Maan ko sab pata hai mere ateet ke baare mein. Unhone mujhe waise hi apnaya hai jaisi main hoon. Mujhe unse darne ki koi zaroorat nahin hai. Haan – mujhe iski fikr zaroor hai ki jab unhein ye pata chalega ki mera gunehgaar koi aur nahin unka apna bhai hai, jiske oopar woh jaan chhidakte hain, to unke dil par kya beetegi. Unhein us taqleef mein main nahin dekh sakti. Agar maine Maan ko ab tak nahin bataya hai to wo isi wajah se. Tum mujhse door hi raho Dev. Maan ko jo bhi batana hai ya nahin batana hai, woh mera faisla hoga…”

“Kya saazish chal rahi hai mere khilaaf devar-bhabhi ke beech?” Maan had come back. He had overheard only the last sentence of Geet. But both Geet and Dev panicked for a moment on seeing Maan. What all had he heard? His casual remark put them at ease temporarily.

—

To be continued

Distance of Age (Part 4)

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The fate seemed to have decided that everything will work to increase Maan’s fury that day. They were passing through some small, deserted streets that Maan had taken to avoid the traffic, when the car broke down suddenly. It had started raining too by then. Maan hit the steering so hard in frustration that Geet jerked back scared.

Maan noticed this and on realizing that he was scaring her, he took deep breath to calm himself down.

“Geet, tum pareshaan mat ho. Main ghar phone kar ke driver se doosri car mangwata hoon. Aur service center waale is car ko le jayenge.”

Geet nodded.

While Maan was on phone, Geet looked out of the car and an idea came to her to calm Maan down. She opened the door, got out and started enjoying the rain. Maan was startled. He came out as soon as he had finished the calls.

“Geet. Pagal ho gai ho. Abhi hamein ghar jaane mein bhi time lagega. Itni der bheegi rahi to tabiyar kharaab ho jayegi.”

“Shukr hai aap kuchh bole to. Warna shaam se bas gusse mein ghoore ja rahe hain.”

“Ye kaun sa tareeka hai mujhse kuchh bulwane ka. Car ke andar chalo Geet.”

“Nahin. Mujhe baarish mein bheegne mein mazaa aa raha hai.”

“Geet!” Maan pulled her hard towards himself and she ended up almost embracing him.

“Tumhein mujhe pareshaan karne mein bahut mazaa aata hai na?” Geet knew this heavy, seductive voice of his. But it felt dangerous on a road with no privacy whatsoever.

“Maan… Aap…”

“Tumhein pata hai tumhari ye badi badi aankhein kitni badmaashi karti hain? Ye chahti hain ki main bas inmein dooba rahoon – din-raat. Jab ye mere saamne nahin hoti hain tab bhi apni yaad dilati rahti hain. Pareshaan ho jaata hoon main.”

Geet looked down, shy and nervous.

“Aur ye tumhare baal. Jab tum subah inhein dho kar mere saamne aati ho, to ye tumhare gore, maasoon chehre par bikhar ke mujhe chidhate rahte hain. Ki hata do hamein aur choom lo is chehre ko. Lekin tum college jaane ka bahana kar ke bhaag jati ho. Aur shaam ko ye sookh kar, tumhare kandhon par lahrate hain, phir mujhe chidhate hain. Lekin kabhi tumhein padhai karni hoti hai, to kabhi Dadi Ma se kaam hota hai.”

He pushed back the loose strands of her now wet hair from her face, caressing her face roughly in the process.

“Aur ye tumhare hoth,” he ran his fingers across her trembling lips, “Jab main door hota hoon to shararat se muskurate rahte hain. Aur jab paas aata hoon to aise kaampne lagte hain jaise ki choom loon to tum behosh ho jaogi.”

His lips were so close to hers that she could feel his breath on her lips as he spoke. Her heart was beating furiously. She was shivering from the cold of the rain as well as the anticipation of his next move. But he did not kiss her and pulled back a bit.

“Kabhi tumne khud ko dhyaan se aaine mein dekha hai Geet. Jiske saamne jaati ho uski hi saansein ruk jati hain. Aur maine tumhein kaha hai na ki Saaree mein tum is duniya ki nahin lagti ho, itni khoobsoorat lagti ho. Phir kyon ye pahan kar mujhe aur sab logon ko itna pareshaan karti ho Geet? Is maasoom chehre ke peechee itna shararati dimaag kaise hai?” He stared at her from top to the bottom and she felt like his eyes were penetrating her entire being, practically undressing her with their force.

With just his words he had affected her so much that she felt like she would swoon.

“Maan please…”

“Kyon Geet? Jab khud itna pareshaan karti ho, tab to ek pal ke liye nahin sochti ki saamne waale par kya beet rahi hogi. Abhi tumhein kyon pareshaani ho rahi hai?”

But he had noticed how she was going weak and picked her up in his arms. He looked around and saw a small building under constructions. It looked like a row of shops. The ground floor had the roof done and they could take shelter there. He took her there and then put her down, still supporting her.

Suddenly there was lightening and thunder that scared Geet and she clung to Maan. Maan had already controlled himself all this while and he had none of it left in him now. He hugged her tight and soon started caressing her back and kissing her neck sensuously.

He grabbed her hair and pulled her head backwards to get access to her neck from the front. He planted shiver-inducing kisses there and moved downwards. When her Saree’s pallu came in his way, he pulled it off, tearing it partially at the shoulder where it was pinned. They were totally lost in the moment oblivious to their bizarre surroundings.

But Maan’s phone rang and brought them back to reality. As soon as Geet realized that they were making out in the middle of nowhere, she became very conscious and started adjusting her clothes and hair. Thankfully the Saree was not torn completely and she could adjust her pallu to some extent. Maan smiled naughtily at her and picked up the phone. The driver had come with the car. Maan gave him the directions and led Geet out of the building to go to the car. The transparent Saree was clinging to her wet body. He would keep her like that 24/7 if it weren’t impossible to do health wise, he thought. But only for himself, not in front of others. So, he took off his coat and draped it on her shoulder. Geet heself was conscious of her state and happily took the coat.

—

“Main change kar ke aati hoon,” Geet started going towards the bathroom as soon as they had entered their room.

It was one of those quirks of Geet which made Maan even more hungry for her. Despite their passionate moments in the bed, she never changed in front of him. That gave him an idea for the foreplay.

He stopped her from going to the bathroom by putting his hand on her shoulder and then pulled her towards him. He had a sensuous way of touching her that always made her feel as if it was the first time they were coming close physically. He slipped the coat off her. This time he patiently unpinned her pallu before taking it off her shoulder. Then he went around her with the saree in his hand so that it started coming out of her petticoat. His gaze was fixed on her throughout as if he was devouring her from all sides. He came to face her once the Saree was completely off her body and had fallen on the ground. He took her hand in his and brought it near his heart.

“Geet. In geele kapdon mein mujhe sardi lag jayegi. Meri madad nahin karogi?”

Geet gasped in nervousness at his suggestive remark. But she did what he wanted her to do and started unbuttoning his shirt with her trembling hands. She stopped after all the buttons were open. He helped himself out of the shirt and let it fall on the ground. He, then, switched off the lights before undressing her and himself further and taking her quivering form to the bed to claim as his own.

—

Later in the evening, Geet was picking up the Saree from the floor while Maan was sitting on the bed leaning on the headboard with his legs stretched out. He was still staring continuously at Geet and Geet felt this. To distract him, she said, “Maan. Itni achchhi Saree aapne phaad di.”

“Achchha hi hua Geet,” Maan replied coolly getting down from the bed inviting a surprised look from Geet.

“Main chahta bhi nahin ki tum ye Saree pahan kar kissi ke saamne jao. Mujhse bardasht nahin hota,” he had changed his tone to a seductive one as he said this.

“Maan. Aap bhi na,” Geet laughed slightly trying to hide her nervousness.

Maan had reached to her by then. He held her by shoulders standing behind her and said in the same seducitve tone, “Main mazaak nahin kar raha hoon Geet. Sach mein soch raha hoon ki is kamre ke bahar tumahre Saree pahanne bar ban laga doon.”

“Par… aisa… kaise ho… sakta hai?” Geet asked in broken sentence affected once again by his touch and voice.

“Kyon nahin ho sakta?”

“Woh… Mera matlab hai..” she struggled to find the right words for a while and then it occured to her, “Ab college mein bhi to… kabhi kabhi Saree… pahanna zaroori hota hai… kuchh functions par.”

Maan smiled indulgently, which she did not see since he was standing behind her and her eyes were downcast not looking at him. She took every word of his seriously, didn’t she?

He leaned closer to her ears and said, “Hmm.. Theek hai. Lekin kuchh to karna hoga Geet,” some naughty thought had struck him, “To aaj se tum Saree sirf mere liye pahnogi. Jab bhi pahnogi, sabse pahle tumhein main dekhoonga. Aur agar mujhe manzoor ho tabhi tum woh Saree pahan kar bahar jaogi. Theek hai?”

Geet innocently nodded her head and he was once again overwhelmed with her complete devotion and submission to him. He turned her around and hugged her tight. How could he ever get insecure about his Geet, he wondered. This girl had submitted her entire existence to him. She would agree even if he told that her he would run her life. Which he wouldn’t do, of course, because he loved his fearless, confident, fierce sherni.

“Geet. Tum sirf meri ho.” He declared confidently tightening his hug even further.

– The End –

Distance of Age (Part 3)

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Maan was overwhelmed and his eyes were moist, “Bas Geet. Aur kuchh kahne ki zaroorat nahin hai. Main pagal tha Geet. Please mujhe maaf kar do.”

“Aaj bolne dijiye Maan. Mere college ke doston mein se koi soch bhi nahin sakta 18 saal ki umra mein shaadi karne ki, kyonki usse unki zindagi bandh jayegi. Shayad theek hi sochte hain. Lekin Maan, maine to bachpan se azaadi ke koi sapne dekhe hi nahin the. Mujhe to yahi sikhaya gaya tha ki mujhe 18 saal ki umra mein shaadi kar ke kissi ghar mein ek machine ki tarah rahna hoga. Jise jo kaha jaye sun le, jo kaha jaye kar le. Aur jo na kaha jaye woh karne ki soche bhi nahin. Jaise meri maa aur bhabhi rahte hain. Lekin main special thi Maan. 18 saal ki umra mein shaadi kar ke mujhe aisi azaadi mili hai, jiska koi andaza bhi nahin laga sakta. Ladkiyon ko shaadi karne se dar lagta hai kyonki unhein lagta hai ki unhein dabaya jayega. Mujhe to aapne hi sar utha kar jeena sikhaya hai, sachchai ke liye duniya se ladna sikhaya hai. Mere saath sab kuchh alag sa hua hai Maan. Main sabse alag hoon. Aur ismein mujhe koi sharmindgi nahin hai. Balki mujhe garv hai. Bahut khush hoon main ki main aapki patni hoon. Geet Khurana. Maan ki Geet, jo apni sharton par zindagi jee sakti hai. Maan ki wajah se.”

Geet took Maan’s hand in hers and pressed it. Then she smiled slightly and continued, “Pata hai Maan, sab ladkiyan mujhse kitna jalti hain. Malini bhi. Sab kahti hain ki unhein aapke jaisa jeevan-saathi chahiye. Lekin jab woh batati hain ki unke sapno ka ladka kaisa hoga to mujhe pata chalta hai aap mein jo kuchh hai, uska i tna sa hissa bhi unhein nahin chahiye – sapne mein bhi nahin. Unke sapne bahut chhote hain Maan. Main unka kya karoongi? Aur kya chahiye un sabko? Sabko life mein settle hona hai, achchha jeevan-saathi dhoondhna hai, apna ghar basana hai, khush rahna hai. Mere paas ye sab hai, aur usse bhi zyada. Dubara meri zindagi ko unse compare mat kijiyega Maan. Ye meri kismat ka apmaan hoga, jo mujh par bahut meharbaan hai. Mujhe usne aisa jeevan-saathi diya hai jo mere liye bhagwaan se bhi badh kar hai. Mujhe to bhagwaan ko bhi dhoondhne ki zaroorat nahin hai.”

He pulled her into a hug, “I am sorry Geet. Dubara aisa galti se bhi nahin sochoonga. Lekinn tum bhi mujhe bhagwaan banana band karo. Pahle khud hi bhagwaan banati ho aur phir khud hi gussa hoti ho ki main khud ko antaryaami kyon samajhta hoon.”

Geet smiled in the hug and then said, “Ek baat aur Maan. Aapke man mein jo bhi baat aati hai, please mujhe bataya kijiye. Aap akele mein kyon ghutte rahte hain. Main aapki patni hoon Maan. Koi bachchi nahin.”

Maan broke the hug, but kept his arms around her and looked at her naughtily, “Mujhe pata hai Geet ki tum bachchi nahin ho. Aur abhi samay aa gaya hai ki tumse bade logon waale kuchh kaam karwaye jayen.” Saying this he picked her up in his arms and took her to the bed.

—

“Maan! Ye aap kya kar rahe hain?” Geet asked nervously as he put her on the bed.

Maan took off his tie and threw it on the chair lying nearby, while he continued to look at Geet with suddenly aroused hunger in his eyes, “Ye mujhe tumhein batana padega Geet? Shaadi ke itne mahinon baad bhi?”

“Maan… Woh… Dadi Ma… ko aapse milna tha…”

“Aur tumhein Geet?” Maan had taken off his waistcoat by then and opened a few top buttons of the shirt too.

Just then they heard a knock on the door and Dadi Ma called Geet, “Geet beta.” Geet panicked, got down from the bed and ran towards the door. The door was shut, but not locked; so even Maan was flustered. Geet looked back at Maan nervously before opening the door and understanding her worry Maan walked into the bathroom. That would explain his state of undress to Dadi Ma.

“Geet bete. Maan aa gaye kya?” Dadi Ma walked in as soon as Geet opened the door.

“Ji Dadi Ma. Woh bathroom mein hain.”

“Are aapne unhein Mr. Garg ke invitation ke baare mein bataya ki nahin.”

Geet had completely forgotten about it in the emotional roller-coaster of last one hour. She spoke nervously, “Nahin Dadi Ma. Woh abhi abhi aaye hain. Thake hue the. Main bas abhi batane hi waali thi…”

Maan came out of the bathroom wiping his face with a towel and interrupted Geet’s blabberings, “Kya baat hai Dadi Ma?”

“Maan beta. Aap lagataar meetings mein the to hum aapko phone kar ke bata nahin paye. Mr. Garg ke yahan party hai, unka beta US ke apni padhai poori kar ke wapas aaya hai.  Isliye…”

“Dadi Ma! Hum wahan ja kar kya karenge?”

“Maan! Hum aapse poochh nahin rahe hain. Aapko bata rahe hain ki aap logon ko wahan jaana hai. Society mein bhi hamari kuchh zimmedariyan hoti hain. Aur ab is umra mein woh sab hum nahin nibha sakte. Ab ye zimmedariyan aap uthayenge, samjhe aap?”

“Maan! Dadi Ma theek kah rahi hain,” Geet said gently.

Maan glared at her, but agreed, “Theek hai Dadi Ma.” He was too hungry for his lovely wife to feel like going anywhere.

They got ready for the party in silence. Maan could not help but stare at Geet lustfully when she was draping her black Saree. The contrast of the Saree’s color against her fair skin appeared to be inviting a sensuous touch. But when Geet looked at him, he pretended to be angry about the interruption in his intended tryst with his wife.

—

Geet kept looking at him anxiously as he drove the car. He showed no signs of mellowing down.

“Maan.”

“Hmm”

“Aap gussa hain?”

Maan just glared at her once again and did not reply. Geet’s anxiety increased.

They located the hosts as soon as they entered the party and exchanged pleasantaries.

“Hello Mrs. Khurana. You are looking really hot today,” the jovial Mr. Garg complimented Geet and she could feel Maan clutching her hands hard and almost squirming. She knew her possessive husband and given his already bad mood she decided to lead him away by gracefully ending the conversation with Mr. Garg.

Geet was feeling thirsty. So, they headed towards the bar to get some fruit-juice for her. But they came across a client and he started talking to Maan. So, Geet asked him to stay while she got the juice from the bar. The bar was within sight and Maan let her go. When he finished his conversation with the client, he looked for Geet and saw someone talking to her.

“Can I invite you for a dance?” Maan overheard the guy saying as he reached Geet with long strides.

“No! She is with me,” he replied before Geet could say anything and without giving him the chance to respond, he dragged her away.

“Maan. Itni buri tarah se baat karne ki kya zaroorat thi. Main bhi to mana karne hi waali thi na?”

He again didn’t reply; instead just gave her an angry glare. She realized that there was no talking reasonably to him today and shut up. That she was getting too much attention from people in the party, thanks to her lovely looks in the black Saree, was not helping Maan’s mood. When he told her that they would go back home, she did not argue against it; just gently adviced him to inform the hosts before leaving. Thankfully he agreed to do that. When Mr. Garg wondered about why they were leaving so early, Geet had to come to the rescue by making an alibi, “Woh Dadi Ma ghar par akeli hain. Servants bhi chhutti par gaye hue hain. Isliye hamein wapas jaana zaroori hai.”

—

To be continued

Distance of Age (Part 2)

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Geet didn’t have any classes that day; so she stayed back at home. She had spent some time with Dadi Ma and rest of the time studying. She had wanted to go to the office with Maan. Working on some projects with him helped her in her studies too. But today Maan forbade her from coming as he was extremely busy and he couldn’t have spent time explaining things to her. As the time for his return from the office drew nearer, Geet’s longing for his company increased and she could no longer focus on her studies. She realized how much she was missing the days when they would be in the office together, all the time. She had to wait for three and half years more before those days would come back in her life again. She put away her books. Not knowing what to do until he returned, she absentmindedly went to the cupboard. She startd touching all his clothes and took out the shirt he had worn the day before. On a sudden urge, she smelled the shirt deeply and it made her feel his presence around her. Then she laughed at what she had just done and murmured, “Geet. Pagli ho gayi hai tu bhi. Jaldi aaiye na Maan.”

As she was putting the shirt back, she noticed a leather bound diary. Acting on her child-like curiosity, she picked up the diary and immediately turned the pages. When she noticed Maan’s handwriting, she did not think twice before deciding to read it. What could Maan have to hide from her?

—

“Jo 18 saal ki ladki apni job ke pahle din ek simple, green dress mein mere cabin mein aayi thi, jo mere na chahte hue bhi meri zindagi mein aise sama gayi jaise samandar mein nadi samati hai, uske saath kismat ne aisa khel khela tha ki majbooran woh apne 18 saalon se kahin zyada badi ho gayi thi. Use us zindagi ki chah hi nahin rah gayi thi jo ek 18 saal ki ladki ki honi chahiye. Maine bhi use jo diya woh usmein khush ho gayi. Maine bhi kabhi nahin socha ki uski zarooratein mujhse alag ho sakti hain. Kahin maine bahut badi galti to nahin kar di?”

“Geet apne doston ke saath movie dekhne nahin gayi. Use zaroor bura lag raha hoga, lekin meri wajah se woh ghar aa gayi. Shayad mujhe usse kahna chahiye tha ki woh chali jaye. Ya khud uske saath movie dekhne jaana chahiye tha. Lekin kya use mere saath ja kar mazaa aayega? Apni umra ke logon ke saath woh kitni khush rahti hai. Lekin main use lekar itna swarthi hoon ki jo bhi pal main uske saath bita sakta hoon, usmein use kissi aur ke saath jaane ko nahin kah pata. Main koshish kar sakta hoon use khush rakhne ki, lekin main uske doston ki tarah to nahin ban sakta. Meri zindagi mujhe us stage se bahut aage le aayi hai. Lekin Geet ne to abhi woh sab nahin dekha hai. Woh to us zindagi ko jeena chahti hogi. College, dost, masti – aur in sab ke beech uski shaadi, main, ye ghar? Pahle kismat ne use samay se pahle bada kar diya. Ab main bhi wahi to nahin kar raha?”

“Main dar gaya hoon ki kahin Geet badal na jaye. Kahin woh mujhse door na ho jaye. Woh Geet jise main jaanta hoon, aur jiski duniya mere chaaro or ghoomti hai, kahin kho na jaye. Agar aisa hota hai to Geet ke liye achchha hi hoga. Kyon woh samay se pahle badi ho? Use zindagi jeene, use enjoy karne ka haq hai. Lekin phir mera kya hoga? Pahli baar lag raha ki main uski khushi mein khush nahin ho paunga. Kya main itna swarthi hoon?”

–

Geet looked up with teary eyes towards to door to find Maan just entering the room. Maan panicked as soon as he saw tears in her eyes.

“Kya hua Geet?” he ran towards her and noticed the diary lying beisde her. He was taken by surprise and did not know what to say.

“Geet… Tumne…”

“Maan! Kya aapko sach much lagta hai ki main badal gayi hoon? Aut itna ki aap apne man ki baatein bhi mujhe nahin bata sakte?” Geet was choking on her words as she stood up to go near him.

“Nahin Geet. Aisa nahin hai. Please tum pareshaan mat ho. Ye mera pagalpan tha Geet…”

“Please mujhse jhooth mat boliye Maan. Aapko pata bhi hai ki jab aap apne man ki baat mujhe nahin batate to mujhe kitni takleef hoti hai. Aisa kya badal gaya hai Maan? Kya mere pyaar mein koi kami aa gayi hai?”

“Geet. Kuchh nahin badla hai. Tum mujhse utna hi pyaar karti ho – mujhe achchhe se pata hai. Lekin main dar gaya tha Geet.”

“Kyon?”

“Geet. Zindagi ne tumhein samay se pahle bada kar diya tha. Tumne mujhe waise apna liya jaisa main hoon. Tum meri umra ki zindagi jeene lagi Geet. Aur mujhe kabhi laga hi nahin ki ye natural nahin hai. Lekin jab tumhein tumhare doston ke saath dekha to laga ki har insaan to apni umra ke hisaab se zindagi jeeni chahiye na Geet. Tumhein tumhari umra mein jaise saathi ki zaroorat hai woh main kabhi nahin ban paunga. Ye faasla main nahin mita paunga. Aur tumhein kho kar main jee bhi nahin paunga. Main bahut dar gaya tha Geet,” Maan said everything in one breath, then looked away and added with embarrassment, “Main dara hua hoon Geet.”

“Nahin sudhrenge na aap? Kabhi nahin…”

“Geet!”

“Kabhi to mujhse poochh liya kijiye ki mujhe kya chahiye, meri khushi kismein hai? Padhte honge aap meri aankhein, lekin galti ho jati hai aapse. Koi antaryaami nahin hain aap.”

“Geet. Main…”

“Chup kijiye aap. Bilkul chup.”

Maan just stood there looking stupid, not knowing what to do or say while his sherni was roaring.

Geet started pacing up and down in front of him, as she started speaking at a speed no one other than Maan could have comprehended, “Kya chahte hain aap? Ki main apni umra ke doosre logon ki tarah rahoon. Kaise rahoon main unki tarah, jab mujhe usse bahut zyada ki aadat ho gayi hai?”

“Geet…”

“Chup chap meri baat suniye. Aapko pata bhi hai ki aaj jitna kuchh mere paas hai, jitni khushiyan meri zindagi mein hain, utne ka mere dost sapna bhi nahin dekhte hain. Main agar din bhar unke saath khush rahti hoon to isliye ki main jaanti hoon ki apni shaam main aapke saath bitaungi. Intezaar kar rahi hoon main us din ka jab meri padhai poori hogi aur main phir se aapke saath kaam karungi. Aur aapko lagta hai ki main ek movie nahin jaane se dukhi hoon? Agar mujhe movie dekhni hogi to kya main aapse zid nahin karoongi aur kya aap meri baat nahin maanenge?”

“Of course manoonga Geet. I am sorry.”

“Maan,” Geet’s tone turned emotional, “Aap apni hi kahi baat bhool gaye. Ki main 18 saal ki aur ladkiyon se alag hoon. Sach hai Maan ki main bahut special hoon. Main Maan ki Geet hoon. Meri zarooratein bahut zyada hain. Aur unhein Maan ke alawa koi poora nahin kar sakta. Logon ki kuchh zarooratein maa-baap poori karte hain, kuchh zarooratein dost, kuchh bhai-bahan, aur kuchh unke jeevan-saathi. Meri to saari zarooratein ek hi insaan se poori hoti hain – mere Maan se. Mujhe kissi aur ki zaroorat nahin hai Maan. Aur aapko dard dene ki to main sapne mein bhi nahin soch sakti. To mujhe apna koi aisa sapna poora nahin karna hai, jo aapko pareshaan kare. Mujhe nahin karni hai padhai. Mujhe nahin banane hain dost. Agar aapko sukoon milta hai to main is kamre ke bhi bahar kadam nahin rakhoongi Maan. Aur phir bhi main bahut khush rahungi.”

—

To be continued

Distance of Age (Part 1)

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“Lekin Maan yahan do hi pillars achchhe lagenge.”

“Geet tum aesthetics ke hisaab se theek kah rahi ho, lekin structure ki stability ke hisaab se ye kaam nahin karega.”

“Oh! Ye kaise pata chalta hai?”

“Padhai kar ke aur experience se. Ab chalo – mujhe ye approve kar ke bhejne hain. Tum bhi please apna kaam karo.”

Geet left his cabin, but she wasn’t happy.

—

“Geet – tumhari tabiyat to theek hai? Hum aadhe raaste pahunch chuke hain, aur tumne hardly kuchh bola hai.”

“Achchha! To ghuma phira kar kyon kah rahe hain? Aapko mera mazaak udana hai na ki main har samay bak-bak karti hoon. To seedhe boliye.”

“Geet!” Maan gave her a look that told her that he knew something was the matter and she better come out with it. Because she can’t keep anything from him anyway.

“Haan. Woh… mujhe achchha nahin lag raha hai.”

“Kya achchha nahin lag raha hai?”

“Ab aise to main kabhi koi kaam khud se nahin kar paungi. Aap mujhe architecture kyon nahin sikhate hain?”

“Kya?… Oh! Tum ab tak un pillars ko le kar pareshaan ho.”

“Baat un pillars ki nahin hai. Main achchhe se kaam karna chahti hoon.”

“Hmm…”

“Haan aur hmm mat kijiye.”

“Tum chaar saalon ki padhai karne ko taiyaar ho?”

“Padhai?”

“Dekho Geet. Agar tumhein sach mein sab kaam karna hai to thoda bahut idhar-udhar seekh kar kaam nahin chalega. Theek se padhai karni padegi.”

“Main padhai kar sakti hoon?” Geet’s eyes shone with happiness.

“Bilkul. Kaun rokega tumhein Geet?” Maan smiled patronizingly looking at her happy face.

“Lekin Dadi Ma maanengi?”

“Geet tumhein padhai karni hai, kisi ka katl karne thode hi na ja rahi ho? Ismein Dadi Ma kyon nahin maanengei?”

“Haan. Ye bhi theek hai,” Geet said innocently.

“Pagal ladki hai,” Maan murmured and nodded his head as if in disbelief.

But Geet was too happy to hear his murmurs. Instead she started her happy chatter, “Pata hai Maan. Mujhe padhne ka bahut shauk tha. Agar Maa kabhi kissi kam ke liye ghar par rukne ko kahti bhi thi to bhi main chhup kar school chali jaaya karti thi. Papaji meri madad karte the aur Daarji se bhi baat chhipate the. Warna Daarji aur Brij Veerji to… Unhone hi mujhe apni padhai bhi poori nahin karne di aur jaldbaazi mein shaadi karwa di. Main nahin karna chahti thi…” What had started as a happy chatter turned into sad ramblings as Geet was reminded of the dreadful days that followed her fake wedding.

Maan looked for a suitable place and stopped the car. He took her hand in his and said, “Geet. Kyon phir se yaad kar rahi ho un dinon ko? Woh din ab beet gaye Geet. Tumhein pata hai ki tumhein aise dekh kar mere dil par kya guzarti hai? Please Geet. Apne liye nahin to mere liye. Bhool jao.”

Geet smiled, “Aap theek kah rahe hain Maan. Main bhi bekaar mein kabhi-kabhi… Promise ab main bilkul udaas nahin houngi.”

“Waise Geet – tum shaadi nahin karna chahti thi – lekin iska main kuchh nahin kar sakta,” Maan said jokingly to relieve the tension and then turned serious, “Uske liye ab bahut der ho chuki hai. Tumhari bina main ek pal bhi nahin rah sakta. To ab mujhse to chhutkara nahin milega tumhein. Haan tumhari padhai karne ki ichchha poori ho sakti hai.”

“Kise chhutkara chahiye Maan? Jab main shaadi nahin karna chahti thi, tab meri shaadi aapse thode hi na ho rahi thi,” Geet smiled lovingly and Maan restarted the car.

—

Three months later new session had started and Geet had joined an Architecture course.

It was her first day in the class. Geet had come to the class enthusiastically, but once she entered it, she started feeling unsure. She felt out of place. In age she wasn’t much older than the other students, probably a year or so that she had lost dealing with the worst and the best in her life. Yet, looking at the carefree students donning jeans and sport-shoes with funny hair-styles, she felt much older. She was definitely older by experience and somehow it did not feel like an advantage. Other students looked at her curiously and then moved on to sit at other places. One girl entered almost with the professor and in a hurry she quickly glanced around to find an empty seat and grabbed the one next to Geet.

“Hi! I am Malini. Malini Biswas.”

“Geet Khurana,” Geet replied with a smile. The professor had entered the class by then and they could not continue the conversation.

After giving an introduction to the course, the professor asked the class as to why they joined an Architecture course. Most of the answers were predictable ones like “I have always been fascinated with buildings”, “It is a hot field with good career prospects” etc. When Geet’s turn came she stood up looking unsure of what to answer. Then she narrated in simple words the incident that had resulted in her deciding to continue the study. She had the attention of the entire class when she spoke about how going by the aesthetics she wanted only two pillars in the design, but her boss pointed out that the structure will not be stable with that design. Then she concluded, “Aisi cheezon se mujhe pata chala ki agar mujhe kuchh achchha kaam karna hai to mujhe Architecture ki padhai karne ki zaroorat hai. Koi short-cut nahin hai.” She had, of course, skipped mentioning the name of the company and her relation to it.

The professor was impressed with her genuine answer and wished her luck. Other students in the class also started looking beyond her appearance and saw the sincere and genuine fellow student that she was. It worked well for Geet as after that she was not made to feel like an outsider by her class-mates. Most of them were at least courteous to her after that.

Malini, her accidental neighbour in the first class, became a good friend of Geet. They also became friendly with two boys Sandeep and Mihir and the four of them formed a group of sorts. They hung out together all the time.

—

“So a movie tonight. What do you say Geet?”

“Nahin. Tum log jao. Main nahin aa sakti.”

“Kyon yaar?”

“Maan mera intezaar karenge ghar par.”

“Oye – hoye. The married woman. Ek din nahin rah sakte kya tumhare bina?” Malini winked at her.

Geet blushed and smiled, but did not say anything.

“To tu Maan ko bhi saath le na?”

“Nahin Malini, unhein ye sab pasand nahin hai.”

“How boring!”

Geet did not say anything to that. Just then Sandeep noticed the car waiting for Geet and told her about it. She took a leave from them and went to the car.

She was surprised to see Maan in the car, “Maan aap yahan? Aap office mein nahin hain?”

“Kyon main apni biwi ko lene nahin aa sakta kya?” Maan pulled her legs.

“Aisa maine kab kaha? Lekin aapko apni biwi ke liye fursat mil gayi?”

Both of them smiled and Maan drove her home. Maan wasn’t sure what it was, but something kept bothering him the entire evening.

—

There was something very pleasant about their conversation. They were mimicking some professor of theirs and having great fun at his expense. Geet herself was laughing like crazy and Maan could not help staring at her pleasant face for a while before walking in to the hall where the four friends were having tea and snacks.

“Maan aap aaj jaldi aa gaye?” Geet asked with a smile.

“Haan Geet. Abhi ek client ke yahan meeting scheduled thi, par woh cancel ho gayi. To maine socha ghar hi aa jaun,” Maan replied taking his place beside her on the sofa and then turned towards her friends, “How are you all doing?”

“Great Mr. Khurana!” replied Sandeep and Mihir together and then laughed nervously as they realized this.

Some formal pleasantaries were exchanged and then they decided to leave. Geet asked them to stay for a while more but they took their leave.

Maan once again felt bad about something, but he couldn’t say anything to Geet.

—

To be continued

Life at Death’s Door

Posted Mish6 CommentsPosted in Fan Fiction, Hinglish, Maneet (GHSP)

“Maaaaaan….”

Did he really hear her scream or was he imagining it? He started running towards the main house, instead of waiting to resolve his confusion. Soon Beeji screaming Geet’s name and asking for help confirmed his suspicion that something was indeed wrong with Geet and she had screamed his name. Teji and Lucky were not at home, Jugnu’s presence or absence did not make a difference and even if others were around, he could not have left Geet at someone else’s mercy.

He saw Geet lying on the floor, while Beeji was shouting at Pammi and Lachchhi to quickly call someone up and get help. Maan hurried towards them.

“Kya hua?”

“Seedhiyon se gir gayi kudi. Meri kuchh samajh mein nahin aa raha hai.”

“Aap chinta mat kijiye.”

Maan lifted Geet in his arms and started walking towards the car taking long steps. Beeji could not keep pace with him and he had reached the car a little before her. Maan could lip-read Geet taking his name even in her unconscious state. He put her in the back seat, touched her cheeks and managed to assure her before Beeji came, “Geet. Tum bilkul chinta mat karo. Main hoon yahan. Tumhein kuchh nahin hoga Geet.”

When they reached the hospital, Maan again did not wait for the stretcher to come and instead carried Geet out in his arms. He did not bother taking Beeji’s permission either. Beeji was uncomfortable with the driver taking these liberties with her niece, but she kept quiet seeing Geet’s condition. If something happened to Geet while she was staying with them, it would be a bigger shame for their family than the driver helping them. Nobody was around to witness the driver’s liberties. So, she tagged along, happy to have someone take charge of the situation in the absence of Teji.

The hospital staff with the stretcher met them in the hospital corridor and carried Geet to the emergency room. A doctor came out after initial examination and informed them.

“Initial check-up se koi major injury to nahin lag rahi hai. Lekin head injury ke case mein saawdhaani baratne ki zaroorat hoti hai, khaas kar ke isliye kyonki ye behosh ho gayi hain. Isliye hum kuchh aur tests karenge, internal injuries ki possibility rule out karne ke liye. Lekin hamari advice ye hai ki aap inhein Delhi le jaiye aur wahan saare tests karwa kar ensure kar lijiye ki brain, eyes ya neck mein koi complicated injury na hui ho is fall ki wajah se.”

Beeji was frightened. She went to the counter to call Pammi up and ask her to send Teji to the hospital as soon as possible. Maan took this chance to speak to the doctor without inviting Beeji’s attention and took as many medical details as possible. Then he called Adi to make arrangements. Adi was to fly the doctors down to Amritsar at the earliest and also get them to bring whatever portable equipments they could, so that more tests could be carried out at Amritsar itself until Geet was fit to be taken to Delhi.

While the doctors were doing further tests and were trying to revive Geet with medicines and any immediate treatments possible, Beeji was getting frantic with fear. Maan pitied her and at the same time was feeling annoyed because with her constant complaints, he wasn’t able to think straight and do anything. He tried to think of a way to send her back without inviting more complications. Right now, he did not really care if his identity was revealed. But he could never be sure of their priorities. ‘Agar abhi inhein pata chal gaya ki main kaun hoon, to shayad Geet ki halat ke baare mein sab kuchh bhool jayen aur apni izzat ke chakkar mein pahle mujhse nibatna zaroori na ho jaye inke liye,’ he thought.

Then he went to Beeji and started speaking with extra politeness, “Beeji – agar aap bura na maanein to ek baat kahun?”

“Bol.”

“Beeji. Aapki bhi tabiyat kharaab ho rahi hai. Is samay aapka sambhal ke rahna bahut zaroori hai warna Geet ji ke hosh mein aane ke baad unki dekh-bhaal kaun karega. Mere khayal mein aapko abhi thode samay ke liye ghar wapas chale jaana chahiye. Jab Teji Praji aa jayen to aap unhein yahan bhej dijiyega.”

“Lekin Balwant, yahan bhi to kissi ka rahna zaroori hai.”

“Main aapko chhod kar wapas yahan aa jaunga. Agar koi bhi zaroorat hui to main aapko phone kar doonga.”

Beeji thought for a second and decided that Balwant was trust-worthy. Teji was also fond of this guy, which was not so usual.

“Theek hai. Lekin mujhe bas ek taxi karwa de. Tu yahin ruk – main nahin chahti ki Geet ko koi zaroorat ho aur yahan koi bhi na ho.”

It couldn’t have worked better for Maan. He immediately agreed and got Beeji a taxi.

As soon as Beeji left, Maan got to work. He rid himself of his sardar avatar and met the doctor. The doctor thankfully did not seem to remember the driver who had spoken to him couple of hours back. Or at least did not compare Maan with him when he saw him without his pagdi. That saved Maan some complicated explanations. He introduced himself with his real identity and told him that he was Geet’s husband. He also informed them about the doctors coming from Delhi and asked them about the situation. The doctor complimented him for doing the best in the situation and assured him that the chances of any complications were less, but her long unconsciousness was a little worrying. So, getting everything checked up was a good idea. He also allowed him into Geet’s room and told him that Geet was repeatedly calling him in her unconsciousness. So, him being around will definitely be helpful.

—

Maan finally found himself alone with Geet. He had done whatever he could in this situation and now he suddenly felt empty. The emptiness made him aware of the gravity of the situation. Geet was still not conscious. There could be something serious. All the possibilities that the doctor had mentioned. It could even mean… He did not want to even think about the worst possibilities. He sat next to Geet’s bed and put his hand on top of hers. He whispered to her, “Geet. Mujhe pata hai tum meri baat sun sakti ho. Please wapas aa jao Geet. Tumhara dil to itna bada hai. Thodi si maafi usmein mere liye bhi hogi na. Itni badi sazaa mat do Geet. Wapas aa jao.” A tear drop came out of his eye and he quickly wiped it. He continued to look at her innocent and lovely face silently.

He wasn’t sure of how much time had passed. He came out of his trance only when he heard the door of the room opening and someone coming in. It was Teji. Teji’s face hardened as he saw Maan sitting there near Geet. He shouted, “Tu yahan kya kar raha hai. Nikal yahan se.”

“Aap please dheere boliye. Geet ko taqlif hogi.”

“Woh teri problem nahin hai. Nikal yahan se.”

Maan got up and it looked like he had resigned to Taji’s order. But when he reached near Teji, he surprised him by holding one of his arms and dragging him out of the room aggressively. Once they were outside the room, Maan pre-empted any violent action from Teji by pinning both his hands against the wall strongly.

“Main Maan Singh Khurana hoon. Geet ka pati,” Teji’s eyes widened in surprise and grew murderous. He struggled hard to be freed, but Maan’s grip was too hard even for him. Maan continued, “Aapko mujhse jo bhi baat karni hai woh hum baad mein karenge. Abhi Geet ko meri zaroorat hai aur sabke liye behtar yahi hoga ki aap mere raaste mein na aayein.”

“Hamein tujhse koi baat nahin karni hai oye. Geet ko ghar se nikaal ke tune hamari bhi beizzati ki hai aur uska badla baaton se nahin nikalta. Aur Geet hamari kudi hai. Hum use sambhaal lenge. Use teri koi zaroorat nahin hai.”

Maan also grew angry and told him in no uncertain terms, “Tum logon ke liye Geet tumhari izzat ke shatranj mein ek pyada hai. Mere liye Geet meri zindagi hai. Tumhein dekh kar lagta hai ki tum insaan ki pahchaan kar sakte ho. Isliye dhyaan se suno aur samajh lo ki main ye kah ke koi kori dhamki nahin de raha hoon. Ki apni zindagi ke liye, apni Geet ke liye main tumhare jaise hazaron khaandaanon ki izzat ke cheethde uda doonga. Mere raaste mein mat aao.”

Teji could indeed see the madness in Maan’s eyes and despite his boiling blood, he decided not to react immediately. Maan shot him an angry glance and got back into the room. As soon as he resumed his seat beside Geet’s bed, Geet’s body showed some movement. She slowly opened her eyes and saw him.

“Maan,” her voice was weak and barely audible. But Maan could have heard her even if she was silent.

“Geet. Tumhein hosh aa gaya. Main abhi doctor ko bulata hoon.”

But Geet touched his hand with hers. She did not have the strength to hold him. Still he understood that she wanted him to stay. He stopped and looked back at her.

“Mujhe pata tha aap zaroor aayenge.”

“Main kaise nahin aata Geet. Apni zindagi se door kaise rahta? Lekin abhi ek shabd nahin. Mujhe doctor ko bulane do please.”

—

When Maan came out of the room, he saw that Pammi and Beeji had also joined Teji. But they were sitting slightly away from the door and the doctor’s room was on the opposite side. So, he avoided them and went straight to meet the doctor. The doctors from Delhi had also arrived by then and they were studying the reports. When Maan informed them that Geet had gained consciousness, they decided to see her immediately.

Beeji, Teji and Pammi also noticed when the group of doctors entered the room with Maan and they followed them to the room. Geet was conscious, but had one of her hands on her forehead and appeared to be in pain.

Maan panicked, “Kya hua Geet? Tumhein dard ho raha hai kya? Kahan? Doctor!”

“Mr. Khurana, please calm down,” interfered one of the doctors, “Head injury ke baad dard ho sakta hai. Hum uski wajah investigate karenge. Aap please aise panic kar ke patient ko nervous mat kijiye.”

Maan was embarrassed at his outburst; he nodded to the doctor and stood beside Geet silently, while one of the doctors asked her questions about how she was feeling and where was pain was.

Then he said, “Mr. Khurana aap please hamare saath bahar aaiye. Aur aap log bhi,” he looked at Beeji and her family. “Aap mein se koi ek chahe to patient ke saath ruk sakta hai.” Pammi came forward without waiting for the permission from Beeji or Teji, but no one objected. Maan looked at Geet and gave her an assuring nod, before coming out.

“Kaisi hai Geet?” Pammi asked once everyone had left the room.

“Theek hoon Bhabhi.”

“Maan ji ke aane se tujhe achchha lag raha hai na?”

Geet couldn’t have nodded as she was unable to move her head or neck under the bandages. She just blinked with her smiling eyes to convey that Pammi was right. Pammi smiled and pressed her hand.

“Phir bhool ja sab kuchh aur apne ghar chali ja. Tu bahut khushkismat hai Geet jo tujhe Maan ji jaise pati mile hain.”

Geet’s face again showed that she was in agreement with Pammi.

—

“Mr. Khurana. Neck injury ke chances lag rahe hai. Most likely kuchh zyada complicated nahin hai, lekin unhein kuchh hafton ke liye complete bed-rest ki zaroorat hogi. Aur unhein Delhi shift karna hoga, taki expert doctors uhein monitor kar sakein. Head injury ke case mein kabhi bhi complications ho sakte hain.”

“Jee bilkul. Aap jab kahein hum chal denge.”

“Lekin road se le jaana sahi nahin hoga. Unki injury travel se badh sakti hai. Kya hum unhein airlift karwa sakte hain. Ye costly option hai lekin…”

“Doctors – aap log uski chinta na karein. Hum aap logon ko yahan laye hain. Geet ko bhi le jayenge. Main abhi intezaam karwata hoon, jaldi se jaldi nikalne ka.”

“Mr. Khurana. Hum early morning niklenge. Let’s say 5 ‘o clock. Agle 7-8 ghante hum inhein yahin monitor karenge, hamare saath laaye hue portable equipments se. Aur koshish karenge ki medicines se inka pain thoda kam ho jaye, taki jaane mein pareshaani na ho.”

“Theek hai,” Maan said and made a call to Adi immediately explaining him the requirements. They would also need a helicopter to carry Geet to the chartered plane.

Beeji and Teji were awed by how the things were proceeding and they did not say a word during the entire conversation. When Maan went back to Geet’s room, they also followed him. Maan went straight to Geet and Pammi withdrew to make space for him.

“Maan. Mujhe ghar le chaliye.”

Maan’s joy knew no bounds when he heard those words from her. His voice almost choked as he said, “Haan Geet. Bas kuchh ghanton mein hum Delhi chalenge. Lekin abhi tum zyada bolo mat. Tumhein aaraam karne ki zaroorat hai.”

“Geet. Ye kya kah rahi hai puttar,” it was Beeji’s voice, “Tu kya bhool gayi ki is insaan ki wajah se tujhe ghar chhodna pada tha. Apni beizzati bhool gayi? Tujhe jis cheez ki bhi zaroorat hai, hum woh poora kar sakte hain. Hum le jayenge tujhe Delhi ya jahan bhi le jaana hoga. Iske liye tujhe iske saamne jhukne ki koi zaroorat nahin hai.”

“Maasi ji,” Geet addressed Beeji, but continued looking at Maan with immense love in her eyes, “Main maut ke bahut kareeb pahunch chuki thi. Aur mere saamne sirf ek chehra ghoom raha tha – Maan ka. Mere man mein sirf ek naam tha – Maan ka. Aur mujhe sirf ek aawaaz sunai de rahi thi – Maan ki. Woh mujhe wapas bula rahe the. Kahte hain na ki maut ke darwaze par insaan ki saari zindagi uski aankhon ke saamne ghoomti hai. Mere saamne sirf Maan the. To iska matlab to yahi hua na ki meri poori zindagi Maan hain. Koi bhi gussa, koi bhi galti zindagi se badi to nahin ho sakti hai. Jab Babaji ne mujhe maut ke darwaaze se  wapas bheja hai, to main apni zindagi se door ho kar kaise rah sakti hoon?”

This time Maan could not stop his tears, and to his own surprise, he was not embarrassed of it. If Geet wasn’t wounded this badly, he would have drawn her into one tight hug and never let her go.

“Besharam Ladki. Begairat ho gayi hai. Chal Pammi.”

But Geet and Maan were too lost in each other to hear the accusations. Even if they had heard it, it wouldn’t have mattered to them. When had the rest of the world mattered to them when they were together?

—

Pammi and Teji followed Beeji out of the room.

Teji finally broke his silence, “Geet chahe kuchh bhi kahe Biji, hum apni aise beizzati nahin karwa sakte. Hum use Geet ko le kar nahin jaane denge.”

“Aisa mat kijiye,” Pammi surprised both of them by speaking up.

“Tujhse kisne poochha?” Teji scolded her.

“Bura mat maaniye, lekin sach to ye hai ki Geet ki abhi ki halat mein uska Maan ke saath hi rahna behtar hai. Hum use yahan rakh kar, ya Delhi le ja kar bhi itna achchha ilaaj nahin karwa sakte. Unhone ek phone kar ke Delhi se doctor bulwa liye. Wahan bhi unki achchi jaan pahchaan hogi doctors ke saath. Aur kuchh nahin to Geet ki sehat ke liye hamein use nahin rokna chahiye.”

“Koi zaroorat nahin hai…”

“Pammi theek kah rahi hai Teji,” Beeji interrupted, “Agar apne yahan rakh kar kudi ka sahi ilaaj na karwa paye, ya use umra bhar ke liye koi pareshaani ho gayi to hamesha ke liye baat rah jayegi ki is ghar mein Geet ka khayal nahin rakha gaya. Ye badnaami na hi jhelni pade to behtar hai. Apne pati ke ghar mein jo hoga, uske liye koi munh nahin kholega.”

Pammi heaved a sigh of relief and felt good for Geet. Teji could not refute Beeji’s logic.

– The End –

Fated Separation (Part 2)

Posted Mish6 CommentsPosted in Fan Fiction, Hinglish, Maneet (GHSP)

“Please come Mrs. Khurana. Main Suneeta. Maine hi aapse phone par baat ki thi.”

“Achchha. Interview kab hoga?”

“Ma’m. Actually boss ko kahin jaana tha to woh interview nahin le payenge. Lekin unhone aapka profile dekh kar kaha ki uski zaroorat nahin hai. Woh aapke liye offer letter sign kar ke gaye hain.”

“Kya? Bina mile hi job de di.”

“Jee! Unhone jab dekha ki aapne Delhi mein Khurana Constructions ke saath kaam kiya hai, to unhone kaha ki interview ki zaroorat nahin hai. Ab Amritsar mein aise sahi experience waale log milne to mushkil hain na. Aap please apna offer letter dekh lijiye. Company ki taraf se aapko ek ghar bhi milega, agar aap wahan rahna chahe to.”

The offer looked Godsent to Geet. It’d give her independence back. She did not want to continue living at her Maasi’s place anyway.

“Theek hai. Kab se kaam shuru karna hai?”

“Jee. Aap aaj hi ghar mein shift kar sakti hain. Woh office ke paas hi hai aur kal se kaam shuru kar dijiye.”

“Theek hai.”

“Aapko samaan shift karne ke liye madad chahiye hogi. Main vehicle ka intezaam karwa doon?”

“Nahin uski zaroorat nahin hai. Mere paas zyada samaan nahin hai. Main taxi le kar aa jaungi.”

“Theek hai. To main aapko wahin milti hoon. Ye address hai. Wahin par handover kar doongi aur agar aapko koi help chahiye hogi to uska bhi intezaam kar doongi.”

—

It was strange working for an invisible boss. He never came to the office. Geet had to send all the designs and other files to his home through the office-boy. But the arrangement was not uncomfortable, so she did not mind. Except when he used to send back some files with comments. Everything about his comments reminded her of Maan. The kind of things he would point out, his handwriting, his language… And he signed off as DD.

‘Ye tera waham hai Geet. Woh Amritsar ki is chhoti si company mein kya kar rahe honge,’ she would tell herself very often. She wasn’t aware that since Sasha was on long leave, Maan was delegating a lot of design work to this company. They had some good designers in the company, but earlier the management was lousy and clients were dissatisfied. Geet had filled in for those deficiencies and it was good for business.

—

“Adi Sir, aap?” Geet was surprised to see Adi at the door on the Sunday morning, “Andar aayiye. Aap yahan kaise?”

“Woh kuchh kaam se aaya tha to socha tumse bhi milta chaloon.”

“Bahut achchha kiya. Lekin aapko mera pata kaise mila?”

“Woh! Main tumahari maasi ke ghar gaya tha. Unhone hi bataya.”

“Kya? Aap phir wahan gaye the. Unhone kuchh kaha to nahin aapko? Pichhli baar jo hua, uske liye I am really sorry.”

“Bhool jao Geet. Main bilkul theek hoon.”

They chatted over breakfast and tea. Geet could not help noticing that Adi was talking about everyone, but not Maan. Finally when he was about to leave, Geet had to ask him, “Adi Sir… Woh… Maan kaise hain?”

Adi looked at her seriously and said, “Kyon poochh rahi ho Geet? Kya sunna chahti ho?”

Her struggle to fight back her tears did not succeed, “Please bataiye na. Woh theek to hain na?”

“Geet, bura na maano to dost hone ke naate ek baat kahoon?”

Geet nodded.

“Kya kar rahi ho tum Geet? Maan Sir aise insaan hain jinke man ki baat kissi ko pata nahin chalti. Lekin phir bhi woh tumhare liye kya mahsoos karte hain, ye kissi se nahin chhupa rah saka. Mujhe nahin pata ki tum unse kyon naraaz ho. Jab tum Dev aur uski ghinoni kartooton ko maaf kar sakti ho, jab tum tumhari jaan lene ki koshish karne waale apne ghar waalon ko maaf kar sakti ho, to tumse itna pyaar karne waala insaan aisa kya bura kar sakta hai jo tum unhein kabhi maaf na kar sako. Jaanna chahti ho ki Maan Sir kaise hain? To suno! Woh ghut-ghut kar mar rahe hain. Aur tumhari halat bhi to mujhe kuchh alag nahin dikh rahi. Shakal dekhi hai apni aaine mein? Koi bhi bata sakta hai ki raat bhar roti rahi ho. Kya kar rahi ho Geet? Aakhir kar kya rahi ho?”

Adi left immediately and Geet could not say anything. She slumped on the floor and cried out loud like a kid. She could not have explained why she was crying. Was it her anger at Maan, was it her complains to her fate, or was it for her own actions? She did not know, but she cried and cried for next hour or so.

—

She had to find peace; somehow! She absent mindedly started walking in the direction of the Dargah. But there was no peace for her. She saw him there. Maan was sitting there, lost in prayer. She just kept staring at him. Was she hallucinating? Or was he actually there? He was in Amritsar? Even now? Why didn’t Adi Sir tell her? She saw him opening his eyes and hid behind a pillar.

A fakir came to him and asked with concern, “Tu ek saaf-dil banda lagta hai. Aakhir aisi kaun si galti ho gai hai tujhse jiski maafi abhi tak nahin mili tujhe? Kabhi jalte koyle par chal kar khud ko sazaa deta hai, to kabhi ghanto ibaadat mein dooba rahta hai…”

Geet was too stunned to hear this and could not concentrate on their conversation any further. Fakir’s words keep echoing in her mind, “Kabhi jalte koyle par chal kar khud ko sazaa deta hai…”

Geet walked back even more absent mindedly. It was getting dark when she reached home. She roamed around the house like a zombie for a while and then slumped into the bed. Her mind had gone blank and she was oblivious to her surroundings. Until the electricity went off suddenly.

—

Maan had just reached home, located next to Geet’s, when the power-cut happened. “Geet!” was the only thought that came to his mind. She was afraid of darkness. He rushed to her house and found it locked from inside. He used his pair of keys to open the door and ran towards the bedroom.

Geet was scared out of her wits and was walking backwards towards the door, looking around suspiciously. She screamed when she hit him and his heart skipped a beat on realizing that she was screaming his name. He silenced her by putting his hands on her mouth and comforted her, “Geet. Main hoon. Darne ki koi zaroorat nahin hai.” She knew the touch and the voice too well to need any further assurance. She hugged him tight and he reciprocated gladly. There was no way to express the joy he felt on taking her in his arms after all these days. But once Geet was calm, he had to let go. He could not afford to upset her further. She stared at him and Maan could not figure out how she was feeling. He felt a need to explain, but didn’t know what to say and uttered some mono-syllables while trying to find words, “Geet… Main… Woh…”

“Aap andar kaise aaye? Darwaza to band tha.”

Maan was startled. He wasn’t prepared to answer that. He was scared of the outcome, but decided against lying, “Mere paas doosri chabhi thi.”

“Doosri chabhi? Par ye ghar to…” Just then the power came back and things started becoming clear to Geet. The unexpected call from the company, the invisible boss, his comments and handwriting, DD, company arranging for everything she needed including the house…. Who else could it be?

Maan had left as soon as the power had come back.

“Babaji! Kya chahte hain aap? Kya karoon main? Kyon nahin shaanti milti unhein?”

She picked up her mobile phone from her drawer and switched it on after days. She remembered the time when Maan had gone to the extent of gifting cell phones to the entire staff just so that she’d accept it and he could hear her voice whenever he wanted. She dialed that one number from the phone which she knew so well that there was no need to store it.

—

Maan quickly picked up the phone, all worried, “Hello! Geet sab theek to hain na?”

No answer came from the other side. But Maan understood the silence and his own voice also choked. He just managed to say, “Main abhi aa raha hoon.”

—

“Aap samajhte kya hain apne aap ko?” The elated Maan got a setback as soon as he reached her house. Had he been hasty is assuming that his penance had paid off? She was still cross.

“Kya hua Geet?”

“Jalte koyle par chale the aap nange pair?”

“Tumhein kaise pata chala?”

“To ye sach hai. Aap koi superman hain?”

“Geet! Jo taqleef maine tumhein di thi, uske saamne ye kuchh bhi nahin tha.”

Geet grabbed his collar and shook him, “Aur aapko kya lagta hai ki aap khud ko aise taqleef dete rahenge aur mujhe bahut achchha lagega?”

“Geet!” Maan grew desperate, “Phir se katghare mein mat khada karo mujhe Geet. Tum saath nahin hoti ho to mujhse kuchh bhi sahi nahin hota hai.”

“Aur main jab bhi aapse door jaungi, aap ek nayi company khareed lenge?”

Maan could not say anything.

“Aur kya-kya ulte seedhe kaam kar rakhe hain aapne?”

“Wapas chalo Geet. Tumhein apna ghar aur business dono sambhalne hain. Aur mujhe bhi. Please Geet. Tumhein mujhe sazaa deni hai de do, lekin mujhse door mat raho.”

“To phir aise bheekh kyon maang rahe hain? Le chaliye utha kar mujhe. Jaise pahle kiya karte the. Aap kab se kissi ki baat sunne lage?”

Maan’s desperate and sad face showed surprise which slowly converted to joy. He pulled her in a very tight hug.

“Geet! Hum abhi Delhi wapas chalenge. Main Adi ko bhi phone karta hoon.”

“Abhi? Lekin bahut raat ho chuki hai.”

“To kya hua? Ab kal ki subah hum apne ghar mein hi bitayenge. Main ek minute bhi ab yahan nahin rukunga. Tum apni packing kar lo. Main car nikalta hoon.”

Geet smiled. That was the Maan she knew better.

—

“He, he… Sir. Waise Ambassador chalane ke baad to Mercedes chalane mein aur bhi mazaa aata hoga, nahin?” Adi said sitting on the back seat.

“Adi!” Maan scolded him in his usual fashion. But Geet’s curiosity was piqued up.

“Ambassador? Ambassador kab chalayi aapne?”

“Kuchh nahin Geet. Adi mazaak kar raha tha. Hai na Adi?” Maan replied with a nervous smile.

“Haan… Haan Geet,” Adi tried to appear confident.

“Mazaak? Adi Sir? Aapse? Aapko lagta hai ki main bewkoof hoon? Ab bataiye mujhe warna main abhi car se utar jaungi.”

Maan glared at Adi and he got even more nervous.

“Ab aap apni in badi badi aankhon se Adi Sir ko darana band kijiye. Khair aap chhodiye. Adi Sir, aap bataiye,” Geet turned her head to look at Adi.

“Nahin Geet… Woh kuchh nahin…”

“Adi Sir!”

“Woh… Geet! Tumne apni maasi ke ghar ke naye driver ko nahin dekha tha? Balwant Singh… Ji?” Adi stuttered.

“Kya?”

Maan gave her an embarrassed look and started looking ahead towards the road. Geet fell silent.

Adi realized that they need to talk.

“Sir, hamein agle dhaabe par ruk kar chai-coffee pee leni chahiye, warna neend aa jayegi.”

“Haan Adi.”

—

Adi got down from the car as soon as they stopped without waiting for Maan and Geet. They stayed inside, silent for a while.

Geet broke the silence, “Maan, aapko… ye sab… karne ki… mera matlab hai… I am sorry…”

“Shhh Geet! Ek shabd nahin,” he put his index finger across her lips, “Bhool jao. Ab sab theek ho gaya hai.”

“Nahin Maan. Main aapko pareshaan kar sakti hoon, aapse gussa ho sakti hoon, lekin aapko aise kissi ke saamne jhukte hue nahin dekh sakti. Aap…”

“Geet. Main to sirf tumhare saamne jhuka hoon. Aur usmein mujhe koi afsos nahin hai. Balki main bahut khush hoon. Tumhari wajah se hi to maine jaana ki zindagi mein jhukna aur haarna achchha bhi lag sakta hai.”

Geet looked at him with eyes full of tears, love and awe. He smiled, leaned towards her and drew her in an awkward but intimate hug.

“Ab chalein, kuchh kha-pee lete hain,” Maan said breaking the hug. Geet nodded.

They joined Adi in the Dhaba. Maan went to the counter to order for himself and Geet, when Adi whispered to Geet as if sharing a big secret, “Geet! Tum na Maan Sir se thoda bahut naraaz hoti raha karo beech-beech mein.”

“Kyon? Aapko apni pitai karwane ka shauk hai?” Geet also replied jokingly.

“Arre nahin Geet. Shubh-shubh bolo. Lekin jab tum gussai rahti ho Maan Sir baaki logon par thoda kam gussa karte hain. Tumhein pata hai aaj kitne dinon ke baad unhone mujhe daant kar chup karwaya hai?”

They broke into laughter and then quickly shut up not wanting Maan to hear this. But they were unaware that Maan had heard it all. He smiled and continued walking towards the counter, pretending not to have heard anything. Today anything could only bring him joy and smile, not anger or pain. Especially something that made her smile.

– The End –

Fated Separation (Part 1)

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“Maan ne mujhe ghar se nahin nikala tha,” Geet had to shout to make her point heard.

Biji and Teji looked at her startled.

“Kya?”

“Jee haan! Mujhe Maan ne ghar se nahin nikala tha. Aaap log please unke baare mein ulta-seedha bolna band karenge? Aur agar unhein kissi ne haath bhi lagaya to mujhse bura koi nahin hoga.”

Even the overbearing Teji was taken aback to see this avatar of Geet. Women, especially younger ones, in his household and society were always timid. And Geet had appeared to be no exception since she had come to his house. He did not immediately know how to react.

Biji was the one who found her voice back first, “Geet puttar. Achanak aisa kyon kah rahi hai? Teji ne to Delhi ja kat pata lagaya tha. Aur agar tujhe lagta hai ki tere yahan rahne se hamein koi dikkat hai…”

“Maasi! Main phir se kah rahi hoon – Maan ne mujhe ghar se nahin nikala tha. Ghar chhodne ka faisla mera tha. Aur woh faisla mera ab bhi wahin hai. Lekin iska ye matlab nahin ki aap log Maan ke saath, ya unse jude kissi bhi insaan ke saath badtamizi karein,” Geet was furious about what had happened to Adi.

“Geet. Agar Maan ne kuchh nahin kiya to tu bewajah apne pati ka ghar kyon chhod kar chali aayi?” This time it was Teji, who questioned her.

Geet looked sharply at him, then at Pammi and then back at him, “Ye aap nahin samjhenge.”

“Par Geet. Is masle ka koi hal to nikalna hoga na?”

“Kaun sa masla? Koi masla nahin hai. Main apni dekh bhaal khud kar sakti hoon. Meri zindagi ke faisle koi aur nahin lega. Aap log bhi nahin. Mujhe pata hai ki aap logon ko ye pasand nahin aayega. Isliye main ja rahi hoon yahan se,” Geet got up from the dining table to leave immediately.

This got Biji worried. She had to stop the girl from leaving at night like this.

“Ruk ja puttar. Koi tujh par zabardasti nahin karega. Tujhe kahin jaane ki zaroorat nahin hai. Itna lihaaj to hai na tere andar ki apni maasi ki ye ek baat maan le.” Biji was obviously cross with Geet for her outburst, but was too concerned about the family prestige to let a girl leave the house alone at night.

Geet felt slightly embarrassed at her outburst. In their own way, they were trying to do the best for her. So, she gave in to this request from Biji and said, “Main apne kamre mein ja rahi hoon.” Everyone nodded in agreement.

Geet didn’t know that the new driver of the family was standing just ouside the dining hall window, hearing all this with tears in his eyes, smile on his lips and pride for his sherni in his heart!

—

“Geet. So rahi hai kya?” Pammi sneeked in.

“Nahin Bhabhi. Aaiye na.”

“Tu theek hai na?”

“Main theek hoon Bhabhi. I am sorry. Main kuchh zyada hi bhadak gayi thi dining table par.”

“So to hai Geet,” replied Pammi innocently, “Yahan to sab theek hai, pat tu sasural mein bhi aise hi karti hai?”

Geet couldn’t help but smile at her innocence, “Aisa kyon poochh rahi hain?”

“Nahin – matlab maayke mein to sab chal jaata hai. Par wahan Maan ji bura nahin maante?”

“Bhabhi!” Geet pressed Pammi’s hands with a sad smile on her face, “Maan ne hi to mujhe izzat se sar utha kar jeena sikhaya hai. Mujhe bataya hai ki aurat hona koi gunah nahin hai. Humein bhi khush rahne ka, apne tareeke se jeena ka aur apni baat kahne ka haq hai.”

“Maan ji ne tujhse ye sab kaha?”

“Haan.”

“Phir to woh tujhse bahut pyaar karte honge?”

“Bahut,” Geet’s voice became dreamy and she was lost, “Log to bas baat karte hain pyaar mein jaan dene ki. Unhone to mere liye na jaane kitni baar apni jaan ki baazi laga di hai. Woh mere liye poori duniya ke khilaaf chale gaye, apne parivaar ke khilaaf chale gaye. Jab mere apne ghar waale mujhe…”

Suddenly Geet came back to her senses. She was talking too much. So, she just concluded, “Unke jaisa pyaar is duniye mein koi nahin kar sakta.”

“Geet. Tu to bahut khush-kismat hai. Bura mat manna, par aise pati ko kaun chhod kar aata hai? Kyon apna basa basaya ghar chhod kar aa gayi tu Geet?”

Geet tried to blink her tears back, “Bhabhi – kabhi kabhi pyaar kaafi nahin hota hai. Aur kabhi-kabhi kismat ko hamari khushiyan manzoor nahin hoti hain. Bas aur kuchh mat poochhiye.”

“Tum shahar waalon ki ye vaddi-vaddi baatein meri samajh se bahar hain. Ab main kya kahoon?”

“Kuchh nahin Bhabhi. Lekin mujhe aapse ek baat kahni hai.”

“Kya?”

“Wahi jo Maan ne mujhe sikhyi hai. Aurat hona koi gunaah nahin hai.”

“Haan! To kisne kaha ki aurat hona koi gunaah hai?”

Pammi was too innocent and Geet pitied her. But she did not pursuade her further, “Kuchh nahin Bhabhi. Aap bhi thak gayi hongi din bhar kaam kar ke. Ab aap so jaiye.”

“Haan. Theek hai. Main jaati hoon.”

Geet still didn’t know that the new driver of the family was standing near the window of her room listening to all this with even more tears in his eyes, smile on his lips and pride and pain in his heart.

—

The next day Geet decided to go to the market alone. She had to collect the repaired photo frame with Maan’s photo in it. She informed Beeji and Beeji asked her to take Pammi along. But Geet refused and Beeji did not insist further on that. But she still wanted her to go in the car with the driver to which Geet agreed. Before she left, Beeji instructed the driver to drive her to the market and be with her all the time as she was new to the city.

Geet asked the driver to stop at a shop on the way and she bought a newspaper. Maan wondered what it was for. She wasn’t so interested in reading a newspaper first thing in the morning. But he was avoiding saying anything to her. She would definitely have recognized his voice, it didn’t matter how much he tried to changed it. She was too lost in herself and had not seen his face clearly. Maan was also taking extra care to not come face-to-face with her.

When they reached the market, Geet asked him to wait for her there as she went to the shop. Maan was keeping an eye on her and at the same time quickly grabbed the newspaper that she had left in the car. She had marked some classifieds and it was clear to Maan that she was looking for a job. Maan looked back in the shop’s direction to ensure that Geet was there, then kept the newspaper back. He thought for a while and got an idea. He smiled assuredly and made a call to Adi.

—

It had been couple of days since Geet had sent out her resume to some companies. Maan was keeping an eye on her and he called up Adi as soon as he saw Geet sitting near the phone. He wanted to ensure that she herself should pick up the call. As far as he knew she had not told her family about her decision to take up a job; he wasn’t even sure how they would react to this decision and hence it was best to reach her directly.

Phone rang and Geet picked it up.

“Hello! Kya Main Mrs. Geet Khurana se baat kar sakti hoon?”

“Jee – main Geet bol rahi hoon.”

“Good afternoon Ma’m. Main Planet Design se bol rahi hoon. Hamari company constructions firms ko design services provide karti hai. Mujhe aapka resume mila aur hamare yahan Office Manager ki post ke liye ye bahut suitable hai.”

“Lekin, maine to aapki company mein apply nahin kiya tha.”

“Dar-asal meri ek friend ne aapka resume mujhe bheja. Aapne uski company mein apply kiya tha lekin use pata tha ki main apni company ki opening ke liye logon ko dhoodh rahi hoon, aur use laga ki aapka profile yahan suit karega.”

“Achchha!”

“Ma’m, kya aap aaj hi interview ke liye aa sakti hain? Teen baje?”

“Teen baje. Ek ghante mein?”

“Dar-asal hamare boss kaafi jaldbaazi mein hain, aur agar main jald-se-jald kissi ko is post ke liye hire nahin kar payi to meri naukri khatre mein pad sakti hai. Please ma’m.”

“Theek hai. Main aa jaungi, aap address de dijiye.”

—

To be continued