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Next-door (Variation) (Part 4)

Posted January 4, 2014 MishLeave a commentPosted in Antara-Mrinal, English, Original

Mrinal stood at the door after coming back from college and watched. Mahi was lying on their bed and Antara was lying beside her, propped up on her hands, softly singing a lullaby. The baby was whimpering from time to time, but she patiently patted her and finally put her to sleep.

“Hi!” he spoke and walked in. She was startled by his voice and sat up.

“You came early,” she said looking distracted.

“Yeah. Why is she sleeping now?” he asked about Mahi.

“She has been cranky today,” she said.

Mrinal noticed her picking up some paper from the side table. He didn’t think much about it. He had to give her something. “I have something for you…”

Her reaction surprised him. Her eyes grew wide. She looked scared. “A letter?” she asked, barely able to speak. She had noticed that the envelope was open.

“No. It’s just a form. What happened?”

“Nothing. Nothing at all.” It wasn’t difficult to see through her lie, when she said, “I think there is something in my eyes. I will go to the bathroom.” The only thing in her eyes were tears. What was up? But Mahi woke up as soon as she got down from the bed. She stopped, looking perplexed.

“I am here,” Mrinal assured her and lied down beside his daughter to calm her down. Antara practically ran to the bathroom.

“What form was it?” she asked after coming back. She had washed her face and was calm now.

Mrinal looked at her, deliberating for a moment whether to ask her about what had just happened, but decided against it. “It is from the college. The student counsellor has resigned. They are looking for a replacement. I thought you could apply.”

“A job?”

“Not a full-time job. You have to be in campus twice a week. And in emergencies, if required.”

“Hmm…” she looked lost.

“Only if you want to apply.”

“Yes. Of course. I will apply,” she found her bearings back, “I just asked because you had already spent so much on converting the outer room to an office for me. It would be wasted if I took a job elsewhere.”

He smiled at her, “Invested, not spent. Trust me. Despite my innocuous profession of teaching, I have a businessman’s blood in my veins.”

She smiled nervously, “I hope it turns out to be a good investment.”

“Don’t worry,” he replied and got down to go the bathroom, “I will freshen up.”

He took a deep breath as he looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. What was she hiding? Was she troubled by something? What? Could he ask? Did he have the right to ask? He had ignored her before marriage. He had still been occupied with his own issues after marriage, in the process continuing to ignore her, even as she took up all the responsibilities of Mahi. Until the get-together, he didn’t even know about her professional qualifications. She couldn’t be blamed if she didn’t feel like sharing anything with him. What should he do? It was his duty to find out, even if he couldn’t claim the rights. So, he would ask. But he did ask. And she refused to answer. He could insist; not give up… He suddenly remembered the paper she had hastily grabbed from the side-table when he had come in. It wasn’t there with her when she came back from the bathroom. What was it? And where was it?

He looked in the dustbin. Nothing. Could she have flushed it? He was about to give up on the idea, when he noticed the cabinet above the sink. It had the cleaning supplies and toilet papers. He opened it and fished around. He found a crumpled piece of paper.

“My dearest Antara,

I know you are mad at me. I haven’t come to you till now. But what could I do? Just finding out where you had been sent off by your family was so difficult. But don’t worry. It isn’t easy to come to you in somebody else’s home. But I will come. I know how terrible the life is for you. How unhappy you must be. I am dying to see the smile on your lips and that twinkle in your eyes that came only when you saw me. Wait for me.

I had to change my number. My new number is 99xxx09xxx. I don’t even have your Mumbai number. Please call me. Don’t be afraid of anyone. Love conquers all.

Love
Shashank”

The weather was pleasant, but Mrinal found himself sweating profusely. He stumbled and had to sit down on the closed commode seat. Was this to be his fate? Cuckolded? Every time! Why had he been so blind to everything? Why was she fine with not having any physical relationship with him? What were those burned papers in the dust bin on their wedding night about? Who did she chat with every other night? What was that letter without any name for the sender about? Why was she so alarmed when she thought he was carrying a letter for her? He felt enraged. He would demand answers from her. Why should she do this to him? He got up to go out and confront her, but stopped before opening the bathroom door. His senses kicked in. What was he expecting out of this confrontation? It wasn’t like he had married her out of love. What right did he have of questioning her? She was an orphan, dependent on her uncle and aunt. She had to lie to her aunt even to do a professional course. What control would she have had over who she was married off to? Probably they had married her to him to rid her of this lover? And she had been unable to do anything? The strange ideas of family values and honour that our society holds! If he had met her before marriage, as would be expected even in arranged marriages these days, if he had tried to talk to her and understand her, he would have known beforehand. But he didn’t do any of that. He had hardly paid her any attention even after the marriage. What right did he have to confront her, blame her? She hadn’t done anything blame-worthy. If anything she had made sacrifices for him. She had done more than her duty towards his daughter. He would be left alone and distraught, but he would have to do the right thing by her. And he would save his dignity in the process. He had missed seeing the obvious with Raksha. That he was no longer good enough for her. He wouldn’t let it become that bad with Antara. He would not let her abandon him. He would respect her decision before she has to make it. He looked at the paper and memorized the number that was there. Then he kept it back in the cabinet, trying his best to place it exactly where it was.

Antara was alarmed to see his shirt drenched in sweat when he came out. “What happened? Are you ill, Mrinal ji?” she asked.

“Must be high blood pressure. I sometimes get that… I will be in the study. I have to grade some assignments.”

“If your blood pressure has shot up, you need to take rest. You can grade later…”

“No Antara. I am running on a deadline. If Mahi troubles you too much, you can leave her with me…”

“I’d be fine,” she replied wondering about his tone turning brittle all of a sudden. Was it because of the blood pressure? Had it suddenly shot up that badly? He had never mentioned blood pressure problems earlier…

—

Mrinal was sure of the situation. He couldn’t recall anything that would indicate otherwise. . He had forgotten how she had shivered when he had barely touched her for a moment on their wedding night. He had forgotten the moist eyes that sometimes stared at him when she thought he wasn’t aware. He had forgotten how she had been the perfect counsellor, the best friend for him, trying to bring him out of his suffering and misery of abandonment. He had forgotten her genuine motherly love and care for Mahi. He assumed that her acceptance of the baby was a matter of not having a choice. Just like this marriage.

“Hello,” Mrinal heard a sleepy drawl at the other end.

“Hello. Am I speaking to Shashank?”

“Yes. Who is it?”

“I am Mrinal Agarwal,” he hesitated before completing his introduction, “Antara’s husband.”

He waited for a reaction from the other end before explaining his purpose, but the call was disconnected immediately. He sighed and then sent an SMS. “I just want to talk to you and do the right thing. Please call back.”

He received a missed call after few minutes. He called back.

—

To be continued

Next-door (Variation) (Part 3)

Posted January 3, 2014 Mish2 CommentsPosted in Antara-Mrinal, English, Original

“That’s fine,” she replied somberly, “I understand… I think I do… But here is the thing. If they are the people you care about, and if they are the ones who care about you, then it should just be enough to tell them what has happened and they should accept it. And if you ask them not to question you, and just support you in this hour of need, they should do that too. If they don’t, probably it is the right time you stopped caring about them. And if they do, then you know that you have these friends for life. You might have to ask for support though. You might have to tell them that you don’t need pity, sympathy or curious questions, but support. This isn’t a situation one faces every day. So, they may not know what is expected of them unless you tell them. So, in your place, I’d do that, and then see where it goes.”

Mrinal was astonished. He had started talking to her purely on an impulse. He had almost regretted being too open. But this was changing things. He had not, even in his wildest dream, expected such well-reasoned advice coming from her – a girl who would have been brought up with the sole aim of getting married and be an obedient wife and daughter-in-law; who hadn’t been able to oppose the terrible match he was for her and had to accept mothering the child of a husband whom she didn’t know and couldn’t love; who would have spent her life trying to do what society thought was the right thing to do. If it weren’t for all that, she couldn’t have been his mother’s favourite. When did independent thoughts manage to grow their roots in her mind? Where did she learn to give a damn to people who didn’t deserve to be cared about?

His stare made her self-conscious. “I’m sorry. I, probably, went overboard. It is easier to preach…”

“No. You are right. Let me hope that I have the courage to do that. And that I am still left with some friends,” he smiled sadly.

“If it matters,” she spoke in a low, but sure voice, “I would still be here.” Then she left without meeting his eyes. She was afraid that her words won’t be valued by him and it would become obvious if she looked at him. She wanted to spare herself the hurt that would inevitably follow.

But he was smiling after her. That night he would have liked to touch her. But she was chatting with her friend in the other room and he fell asleep by the time she came back to the bedroom.

—

“So, what do you do Antara?” a guest asked. Mrinal had wanted her to meet his friends and colleagues. She had suggested a get-together at home. There was awkwardness in the exercise for sure. Mrinal had done exactly what she had suggested. He had sent an e-mail to everyone individually, worded more or less the same. He had told them about Mahi’s birth, about Raksha leaving him and about him marrying Antara. He had requested them for support, and not questions. Then after her suggestion of the get-together, he had invited them home. Most of them had obliged him by not asking questions, despite the speculations that were rife behind his back. But not asking questions, and pretending that it was all usual, did not make the situation any less tricky. The only relief was that Antara was handling it pretty well, attending to the guests and making them comfortable.

“I am a counsellor,” replied Antara surprising Mrinal. He shot her a questioning look, but she avoided it.

“Counsellor, as in a career counsellor?”

“No. As in a psychologist. I work mostly with adolescents and children.”

“Ah! Nice.”

“You are a lucky bastard,” Prof. Sinha, a senior colleague cornered Mrinal, “I know you don’t want any questions asked; so I am not going to ask you how you managed to find someone like her so quickly. But I am happy for you. She won’t let your life fall apart.”

Mrinal nodded and looked at Antara. She had brought Mahi out and was introducing her excitedly to the guests. She was every bit a proud mother. And a caring wife. And a counsellor? A competent one at that – she had managed to counsel him correctly too.

“Thank you, Sir,” Mrinal replied to his senior deferentially, “And you are right. Come and meet Mahi. Our daughter.”

—

“There was a letter for you in the mailbox,” Mrinal went to her as soon as the guests departed and handed her a letter.

“From whom?”

“Don’t know. Doesn’t say anything on the envelope.”

She frowned, but he didn’t notice. He was too consumed by his curiosity, “You are a counsellor? Mummy never mentioned. Were you working before…”

“She didn’t know,” Antara replied sheepishly, “I am a closet counsellor.”

“Huh?”

After finishing her post-graduation in Psychology, she had taken the training to become a counsellor. “I had told Chachi ji that it was a cooking class,” she grinned, “And to showcase my improving culinary skills, I would scour up Internet for recipes and cook something once in a while.”

He chuckled. “Why did you have to lie?”

“She wouldn’t have liked me trying to do something to get a job. ‘What would people say? That we can’t take care of our orphaned niece and she has to work to provide for herself?’”

Mrinal had known that she stayed with her uncle and aunt because her parents were dead. But the word “orphaned” struck him. She was dependent on people other than her parents. She didn’t have much choice. Not in her career. Not in her marriage! “Hmm… But you said you work with…” he asked wanting to know more.

“Online.”

“How?”

It was her cousin Parikshit’s idea. He was studying in Delhi for last two years. “You have to see, Didi, how pressurized many of the students are. The joker of a counsellor they have in college in useless – only a mouthpiece of administration to save their asses. You can help them.”

That was how it started. Most of her early clients were kids in Parikshit’s college. Then the word spread around. They paid in Parikshit’s account because she didn’t even have a bank account “And every time he came home, he would dutifully carry all of that as cash for me. I told him that I didn’t need it and he should keep it for himself. But he was adamant.”

“That’s impressive, Antara. You never told me.”

She smiled at him and replied after a pause, “You never asked.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “Yes. I never asked. I am sorry.”

“I wasn’t complaining,” she replied realizing that she would have sounded accusing.

“No. You weren’t. And that is the most amazing thing. Let’s get you out of the closet then. And get you a bank account too.” He was surprised to see her eyes grow moist. “What happened?” he was alarmed.

“Nothing. Thank you, for the support.”

He looked confounded for a moment. She wasn’t the one who should be saying this. But he replied with a “not a problem”. He should instead have thanked her, for all the support.

—

To be continued

Next-door (Variation) (Part 2)

Posted January 2, 2014 MishLeave a commentPosted in Antara-Mrinal, English, Original

Mrinal was thankful that his mother hadn’t gone overboard in the wedding arrangements. The ceremony was a simple one. But that didn’t mean things weren’t going to be difficult for him. As he entered his bedroom late in the evening, he wondered how he would handle this wedding night. He didn’t know her at all. And he wasn’t up for… Before he could make up his mind, he was already in the room and was in for a surprise. Antara, in all her wedding finery, was holding Mahi and putting her to sleep by gently rocking and patting her. She didn’t notice him coming and he stood rooted near the door in silence. It didn’t take long for the baby to drift to sleep. He went in as she settled her in the crib. She was startled to see him as she turned away from the crib. She stopped in her tracks while he approached her.

“I… I am sorry,” he stammered, “I had asked Shyama to take her…” He referred to the nanny.

“She had come. I asked her to leave Mahi with me…”

He looked at her face closely for the first time. She looked young. Too young! Was she ready for the responsibility of being a mother? That too of someone else’s child? Why had she agreed to this marriage? What was in it for her? Or did she not have a choice?

“I hope that wasn’t a problem,” she said hesitatingly, growing conscious of his stare.

He averted his eyes. “I don’t know…” he mumbled. “Look Antara,” he spoke suddenly as if he had just discovered the words and didn’t want to risk forgetting them, “This really isn’t anybody’s responsibility, except mine. I don’t know why you agreed for this marriage. But…”

“But you have married for the sake of your daughter,” she interrupted surprising him. Her eyes were downcast as she spoke, “And I will try my best to not let you down.”

“That’s not what I meant. And you don’t have to…”

“I’m fine, Mrinal ji. Don’t worry about me.”

He didn’t know what else to tell her. Standing before him was a stunningly beautiful woman. It was their wedding night. She had unconditionally accepted what would have been the most unwanted responsibility of this marriage. She would have some expectations for tonight. He should fulfill that…

He went closer and held her arm. He could feel her physical reaction to the touch. She was young, and inexperienced. Biologically it should have been a turn-on for him too. But he just couldn’t proceed. He let out a sigh and stepped back.

“We don’t know each other,” it sounded like a sad excuse to him, but he couldn’t think of anything better.

It was just a touch, but it took her a moment to catch her breath. “I’m tired. I will change and go to sleep,” she said. She opened on of her suitcases and took a night dress to the bathroom. When she came back, he had already changed and lied down on the bed. His had closed his eyes, although he was not asleep. He did not see the moist look she gave him before she lied down on the other side of the bed, as close to the edge as possible, and switched off the lights.

—

They woke up together. Mahi was crying. Mrinal rushed to the crib first. Antara switched the light on; then followed him. The room was unfamiliar for her. She would have stumbled in dark.

“She needs a diaper change,” he mumbled out the information as a courtesy to Antara and made to go towards the cupboard to take a fresh one out.

“I will do it,” Antara offered trying to fight off her sleepiness, “Where is it?”

He hesitated; then pointed towards the cupboard. She brought one from there; but then looked lost.

“Do you know how to change it?” he asked.

She shook her head and gave him an embarrassed smile. He could not help smiling back. He took the diaper from her and started changing.

“Show me. I will learn,” she said.

He nodded and gave her the space to observe. After changing the diaper, he went to the bathroom to discard the soiled one and noticed what looked like burned paper in the dust bin.

“Did you burn something in the bathroom?” he asked on coming back.

“No. Nothing. Why?”

“It looked like some burned paper was there in the dust bin.”

“I have no clue.”

“Some house help might have thrown something while cleaning up.” He looked at the clock. “We should also feed her,” he said and then wondered at his use of ‘we’. Was it so easy to accept her role as his daughter’s parent? In a matter of few hours? She didn’t even know how to change a diaper. Or how to prepare the formula for feeding her. But he saw her watching keenly as he took the warm water out of the thermos and prepared Mahi’s food. Why was she doing this? In his resignation and self-pity, all these days, he had forgotten to think about the girl he was going to get married to. Shouldn’t he have thought beforehand? Why would any girl agree to a marriage like this? That too, without knowing him, without even meeting him once?

—

But he didn’t manage to ask her. Nor did they manage to consummate their marriage. They were back in Mumbai. It would be better if Antara settled down in Mumbai while summer vacations were still on and Mrinal didn’t have to go to the university, his mother had suggested.

Mrinal had been anxious initially. He had never imagined himself in an arranged marriage; that too with a girl he had never even spoken to earlier. And definitely not right after the woman he had loved left him without a care for their daughter. Should he make a move? But night after night she pretended as if going to sleep was the most natural thing to do after Mahi fell asleep and they had their dinner. Sometimes she would excuse herself for an hour or so before bed and spend that time in a spare bedroom. To chat with her friend who was in the US. Was she sparing herself, or him? Slowly he had stopped thinking about it.

There was a challenge to be solved though. He and Raksha had an active social life. And now suddenly he was with a new wife and an infant daughter from the previous one. How was this transition to be announced and explained in his social circle? He had avoided taking calls from his friends recently and had not responded to any e-mails either.

“Everything all right?” Antara came to him and asked.

Her was jerked out of his thoughts and looked up at her vacantly. He realized that she must have noticed him lost in thoughts. “Where is Mahi?” he asked in return.

“With Shyama. Is something bothering you?”

What was he to answer? A thousand times yes? A thousand things have been bothering him?

“Why did you agree to this marriage, Antara?” he asked and saw her colour visibly.

She averted her eyes as if not wanting him to see what they expressed. When she looked back at him and he could read nothing in those large eyes.

“I agreed because I wanted to. But do you have any complaint?”

“Complaint? Not against you, Antara.”

“Against whom, then?”

“Against whom? I don’t know. Against whom should I have a complaint that I don’t know what to do about everyone around me? How do I explain to my friends, my colleagues and everyone who knows me what has become of my life? How do I explain Raksha’s absence, Mahi’s presence and you to them?”

She coloured again and Mrinal realized that he had been too voluble and had almost declared her a problem for himself. “I’m sorry,” he spoke guiltily, “It didn’t come out right at all…”

—

To be continued

Next-door (Variation) (Part 1)

Posted January 1, 2014 Mish2 CommentsPosted in Antara-Mrinal, English, Original

Mrinal slumped on the bed as he read the short note.

“Mrinal,

I am sorry. But it was all a big, huge mistake. I am going away. Don’t look for me. Neither of us could be happy in this.

Raksha”

Mrinal looked at the baby’s crib lying close to the bed with vacant eyes. His ten-days old daughter Mahi was sleeping peacefully there; unaware of her mother’s little note. This was too wild even for Raksha! It was her idea. Having a baby. The most beautiful creation one can think of. Mrinal wasn’t sure. But if this was what it took to turn around their rocky marriage, he had agreed. Because despite everything, he continued to love her. He had prepared himself for responsibilities. But not for this! Not for the ten-day old mother running away.

Incredulous, he read the note again. It was a joke, wasn’t it? He fished out his phone from his pocket and dialed her number. It was switched off. Panic started to kick in. He took a deep breath; then dialed her parents’ number. Her father picked up the phone.

There was a tremor in his voice as he said hello. Mrinal’s heart sank.

“Uncle. Has Raksha called?” For some reason, even after all these years for marriage, he had continued to address her parents as Uncle and Auntie.

In reply he only heard a sigh from the other side.

“What happened? Is she there?” he asked cautiously.

“No. She isn’t. She sent us an SMS an hour ago though. I am still hoping it was a joke.”

“What… did she… write?”

“That she is leaving.”

Both of them stayed silent for a while. Mahi woke up and started crying.

“She has left Mahi behind?” Mrinal’s father-in-law asked

“Yes. I will call you later,” he needed to attend to his daughter. Or call her nanny.

“How will you… We are coming over,” he offered to help him with the infant; at least for immediate needs.

“No. No Uncle,” Mrinal objected, “Don’t come now. Actually…. My parents are due in another hour…”

“Hmm…”

His mother had been strictly against his and Raksha’s relationship. Raksha wasn’t a family woman. Not to mention not from the community. Having his parents and his in-laws under the same roof was nothing other than embarrassing for Mrinal. His mother did not even attempt at being civil. His father did not want to disturb the peace of his own domestic life and chose to remain silent. In such circumstances, there was only so much forbearance he could expect from Raksha’s parents. He had, thus, been keeping them apart all these years.

“Later, Uncle,” he disconnected the call and went to the crib. Mahi needed a change of diaper. He picked a fresh one up from the table and proceeded to change the diaper as he had learned to do from online videos. But what would he feed her now? Mother’s milk was no longer an option.

—

“Gone? She is gone? What do you even mean?” Mohini Agarwal was not going to make it easy for his son. She had wanted to come earlier to take care of her daughter-in-law and newborn granddaughter. The idea of a grandchild had finally made her warm up to even her daughter-in-law. But she was stuck with an unavoidable wedding in the extended family.

“Mummy. Please freshen up and have lunch. It should be ready.”

“That is not an answer to my question. Where is she gone? How can she just be gone?”

“She is an adult – fully capable of going whenever and wherever she wants to go. Now! You are not helping me Mummy. I need to feed my daughter.”

“She has left you and her infant daughter?”

“Yes.”

“How can…”

“Stop Mohini,” Nishant Agarwal, her husband, intervened for a change.

“Stop? How can I…”

“It is difficult enough for him. Don’t make it more difficult. Give him time…”

“Give him time? To do what? If he had listened to me in the very beginning…. Hadn’t I said that this girl would do no good… Hippie that she was…”

“Mummy. If you have to shout, please go to your room and do it. You are scaring Mahi.”

“She damn better be scared! What are you feeding the ten-day old, anyway?”

“Formula.”

Mohini stomped her feet in anger. But she did leave the room to Mrinal’s temporary relief.

—

Mrinal had been adamant initially. Raksha would have gone back to work anyway. They had hired a nanny well in advance, much before Mahi was born. And there were other household staff to help as well. He can take care of his daughter by himself. But his mother had worn him down. He had argued that he at least needed to get a divorce, which would take time. But apparently in Kolkata they could manage everything. And when Raksha did call to confirm that she was fine and had indeed left of her own volition, and that she would like a divorce with mutual consent, Mrinal was not left with much to resist with.

“What does she want to do about Mahi?” Mohini had asked.

“She didn’t mention her. I don’t think she wants the custody.”

“Who has she gone with?”

“I don’t know,” Mrinal lied. He knew. It was an ex-student of his. A Ph. D. student. He hadn’t even tried to ask her to come back. She had crossed the limits. Whatever became of his life, he wasn’t going to ask her anything.

Summer vacations were going on. He didn’t have to go to the university. He had no alibi when his mother insisted that he should go to Kolkata with them. Mahi’s nanny accompanied them. But he was in for a shock when he realized that Mohini intended him to get married immediately.

“Even with mutual consent, divorce needs one year of separation and six months after that…” he had tried to reason.

“Both of you want the divorce, right? Leave the rest to us.”

Anything was possible with connections in this country. And definitely so in the city with their ancestral roots. They knew everyone. Everyone worth knowing, at least. Divorce came within two weeks. What all had to be fudged up for that to happen?

What had been more surprising was the speed with which she had managed to find a girl of her choice. “Here. See this photo. This is Antara. Gupta ji’s niece…”

Mrinal had just relieved Mahi’s nanny and was putting her to sleep. “Later Mummy…”

“You can’t keep doing this alone all your life,” her mother’s voice was unusually soft, “You won’t regret this. She isn’t like other girls…”

“Go ahead Mummy. I don’t have much to speak for my choices any longer,” his reply was sad, rather than bitter.

His father had a heart-to-heart with him the day before. “I know your mother is being hyper. But this time, I would say go with her, son. Mahi is young right now. She will whole-heartedly accept someone else as her mother. It won’t be the same if you waited a few years. And this is the time when you need maximum support.” The effect on him, however, was not of hope or enthusiasm, but rather that of resignation.

He looked at his daughter. She had fallen asleep. He put her in the crib and rushed to the bathroom. For the first time, he let himself go. He cried and sobbed – uncontrollably. Why Raksha, why? He had married a free-spirited woman. That was what he had liked about her. There were times when he had feared for their future. Her free-spiritedness did get too much at times. Especially when it manifested in unabashed flirtation with not just her friends, but his friends and colleagues too. And at least in one case with his student.

But she couldn’t have just gone away. Not like this. Not when she had decided that she wanted a family. Not after giving birth to their baby. She couldn’t have left him helpless like this. With an infant daughter to take care of! She didn’t even ask about her. Being free-spirited was not supposed to mean being insensitive, was it? But that is what it had gotten too. “How could you do that, Raksha?” he cried out aloud, “How could you?”

He was a broken man despite his best efforts to hold himself together.

—

To be continued

Past Resurfaces (Part 7)

Posted December 31, 2013 MishLeave a commentPosted in Fan Fiction, Hinglish, Maneet (GHSP)

Dadi Ma looked pale and unwell to Maan when he walked into the restaurant to meet her.

“Dadi Ma! Aapki tabiyat theek nahin lag rahi hai.”

“Uski chinta aapko kyon hogi Maan?” Her anger had not mellowed down.

“Dadi Ma!” Maan was clearly hurt.

“Hamein yahan kyon bulaya hai?”

Maan sighed. Probably finishing what he had come to do was the only hope of making Dadi Ma see his point.

“Dadi Ma. Mujhe pata hai ki aap mujhse naaraaz hain. Lekin jo main aaj aapko batane ja raha hoon, aap please ek baar woh sun lijiye. ”

Dadi Ma did not reply. So, Maan started off by showing her the photocopy of gueshouse’s registers and bills. Dadi Ma had no difficulty in recognizing Dev’s handwriting. Then Maan called Munshi ji in and he told her about his conversations with the land agent, how he recognized Dev and Nayantara as the ones selling Geet’s land, with the staff of the temple where Dev and Geet got married and also the lodge where they stayed.

Dadi Ma was speechless at the end of it. Despite Maan supporting Geet all through, Dadi Ma had never even in her wildest imaginations believed that Dev could stoop so low. She had questioned Dev and Nayantara about how they paid off the debt. They had assured her that Nayantara’s family had helped them. Maan told Dadi Ma about Pammi’s involvement as well. Once she came to terms with the fact that Dev was indeed responsible for that heinous crime, her thoughts turned to Geet.

“Maan beta. Geet kaisi hain? Humne unke saath sahi nahin kiya.”

“Dadi Ma! Geet theek hai lekin… Use aapki zaroorat hai Dadi Ma. Aap please usse ek baar mil lijiye.”

Dadi Ma nodded.

Maan said when they were driving back home, “Dadi Ma! I am sorry – humne aapke aashirwaad ke bina shaadi kar li. Geet nahin chahti thi, lekin maine…”

“Maan, aap Geet ke saath khush hain na?”

“Aap jaanti hain Dadi Ma. Geet ne hi to mujhe phir se khush rahna, jeena sikhaya hai.”

“Phir hamein koi shikayat nahin hai,” Dadi Ma smiled.

—

“Geet!” Geet looked up from the magazine she was reading on hearing Maan’s voice and was stunned to see Dadi Ma standing there with him.

“Dadi Ma!” She stood up and for a moment did not know what to do. Then she regained her senses and started fretting, “Dadi Ma! Aap baithiye na. Main aapke liye chai bana kar lati hoon… Nahin… Itni garmi hai. Main sharbat lati hoon. Aap nashta karengi…”

“Geet bete,” Dadi Ma came forward and held her hands, “Hum aapse maafi maangne aaye hain. Apne khoon par andh-vishwas kar ke humne aapke saath bahut galat salook kiya. Aap hamein maaf kar dengi na?”

Geet was initially too surprised to react. She kept looking at Dadi Ma for a few seconds and then looked at Maan. He smiled and blinked in assurance.

Overwhelmed by emotions, tears filled Geet’s eyes, which she tried hard to blink back, “Dadi Ma! Aap maafi maang kar mujhe sharminda kyon kar rahi hain? Aapka aashirwaad mujhe mil jaye, to aur mujhe kuchh nahin chahiye.”

“Bahut bada dil hai aapka beta. Na jaane humne aapko itna galat kaise samjha,” Dadi Ma paused for a second and then asked, “Geet! Beta, aap theek hain na? Koi pareshaani to nahin hai aapko?”

Geet could not control her emotions on hearing these words of concern. Tears started flowing freely from her eyes.

“Aap ro kyon rahi hain Geet? Sab theek hai na?”

“Dadi Ma! Mujhe galat mat samajhiyega. Maan mera bahut khayal rakhte hain. Kabhi kissi cheez ki kami nahin mahsoos hone dete hain. Lekin mujhe bahut ghabrahat hoti hai Dadi Ma! Hamesha lagta hai ki kahin kuchh galat to nahin kar rahi. Pata nahin main ek zimmedaar Ma ban paungi ya nahin? Dadi Ma! Aap meri madad karengi na, please?”

Neither Dadi Ma, nor Maan could help tears when Geet poured her heart out in front of Dadi Ma. Geet had never voiced her concern, but Maan had guessed it that she really pined for a mother-figure, especially to get advice and assurance in pregnancy related matters. Maan could have treated her like a princess; yet it was not possible to fill the role of a mother to an eighteen year old, especially when she was pregnant at such a young age.

Dadi Ma hugged Geet and replied, “Bas Geet. Aapko chinta karne ki koi zaroorat nahin hai. Aap bahut bahadur hain. Ab tak ki ladai aapne akele ladi hai, aur bahut achchhe se ladi hai. Aap duniya ki sabse achchhi Ma banengi. Aur hum hain ab aapke saath. Hamesha.”

Maan smiled and wiped his tears. To make the mood light, he said, “Koi meri taraf bhi dekhega.”

Dadi Ma and Geet broke their hug smiling as Maan came closer and Dadi Ma hugged both of them together. Geet and Maan had a quick, silent eye-talk and they touched Dadi Ma’s feet to get the long pending blessing for their marriage.

“Dadi Ma, aapki tabiyat theek nahin hai kya? Aap beemaar lag rahi hain,” Geet asked.

“Aur kya? Koi hamaari dekh-bhaal karne waala jo nahin tha. Ab hamein hamari bahu mil gayi hai, to hum usse seva karwa-karwa kar dubara hatte-katte ho jayenge.”

All three of them smiled as Dadi Ma hugged them once again.

—

The case would have been straight-forward if they could get the DNA test done for the baby. But the doctor had advised against it for an unborn baby as it could potentially be harmful to the baby. A risk which, obviously, they could not have taken. Maan was also not ready to wait for the baby to be born to initiate the case. He was clear and determined about his aim. He wanted everything sorted out before the baby was born. Thankfully by following up on the leads in Hoshiyarpur, including the case against Brij, there were enough witnesses and proofs for Dev’s crime. They were also able to get the immigration records that showed Dev and his family’s presence in India during that period.

What surprised Geet the most was that Maan called Pammi and Kamya back from Canada and Pammi agreed to testify against Dev. Firstly she was bogged down with guilt ever since they had duped Geet; and when she came to know Geet’s pregnancy, her guilt increased manyfold. Secondly, Maan had clearly warned her that if she did not cooperate, she and her daughter would also be co-accused. If she co-operated Geet will herself ask for leniency on their cases and they could ensure that Kamya did not have to go to the jail.

There were uncomfortable moments during the case, but Maan stood by Geet like a rock. He had also ensured that all of the witnesses from Hoshiyarpur stayed in Delhi during the trial. He made comfortable stay arrangements for them. He and Dadi Ma testified for Dev’s financial troubles.

At a later stage in the case, Maan was also able to arrange for the CCTV footage of airport on the day Dev had left her there. The entire family’s presence with Geet was evident from that.

Despite some twisted attempts by Dev and Nayantara’s lawyers, they could not get their way and Dev was fined and sentenced for rape and fraud. Nayantara also got a sentence, albeit smaller one, as main co-accused.

Pammi and Kamya were let off on a heavy fine on Geet’s leniency plea. Maan paid the fine for them.

—

Maan took Geet to their farmhouse that night. They needed time away from the worries after the case was over. Cool breeze was blowing at the night as they lazed around in the dimly lit poolside.

Maan felt like swimming in the pool for a while. He told Geet so and after taking off his vest, jumped into the pool. Geet got up from her chair when Maan came out of the pool and moved towards him. She could not help but feel drawn towards his toned body looking even more attractive with the water dripping from all over. Geet was also feeling emotionally drained after two months of running around for the case. The emotional and physical needs came togehter as she hugged his wet body tight without saying anything. Maan happily and habitually recirpocated. He cupped her face when they broke the hug and asked very softly, “Geet tum khush to ho na?”

Geet looked up at him and in next few moments she recalled all the time she had been with him since they had first met. She felt overwhelmed on realizing just how much this man had done for her, just how much he loved her!

“Maan! Main aapse kuchh maangna chahti hoon.”

“Bolo Geet. Lekin tumhein maangne ki kya zaroorat hai? Mera sab kuchh tumhara hi to hai.”

“Main ek baar aapke pair chhona chahti hoon.”

“Kya?” Maan was completely confused, “Ye kaisi baat kar rahi ho Geet?”

Geet realized than what she said would have been extremely awkward for him, “Nahin! Mujhe galat mat samajhiyega Maan. Main jaanti hoon ki aap mere ghar waalon jaise nahin hain, jo auraton ko apne se chhota samajhte hain aur unhein daba kar rakhna apna haq maante hain. Aapke man mein aise baat galti se bhi nahin aa sakti. Isliye to aap un sabse itne alag hain. Main bas… Main aapki bahut izzat karti hoon Maan. Aur isse main chhoti nahin ho jati. Balki jo insaan itni izzat ka kaabil hai, woh mujhe itna pyaar karta hai, usse to mera kad aur ooncha ho jaata hai. Bas is izzat ki wajah se ek baar…”

“Chup Geet. Bilkul chup,” Maan silenced her in his signature style, “Mujhe pata hai Geet ki tum meri kitni izzat karti ho. Ye batane ke liye tumhein kuchh bhi aur karne ki zaroorat nahin hai. Tumhari har baat se pata chalta hai iska. Jaise tum meri har baat maanti ho, mujhpar atoot vishwas karti ho, mere baare mein mere apne munh se bhi kuchh bura nahin sun sakti ho, mere liye kissi se bhi lad jaati ho, apni jaan tak ki parwah nahin karti ho. Un sabse mujhe pata chal jaata hai Geet ki tum meri kitni izzat karti ho. Aur mujhe bahut achchha lagta hai ki jis ladki se main itna pyaar karta hoon, woh meri itni izzat karti hai. Main duniya ka sabse khushkistam insaan hoon Geet. Aur Geet, agar tumhein ab tak na pata chala ho, to main bata doon ki main bhi tumhari bahut izzat karta hoon. Main har waqt, har mod par tumhare saath isliye khada rahta hoon kyonki main tumhari bahaduri, saadgi aur sachchai ka kayal hoon Geet. To main to tumhein kissi ke saamne, apne saamne bhi jhukne nahin de sakta. Dubara aisi baat bhi mat karna.”

Geet had anticipated his resistance. In fact, it was in a moment of being carelessly emotional that she had asked him for doing it. She really wanted to, but knew that Maan would never allow that. Still, when he told clearly what he felt about it, his words touched Geet. Her eyes were moist, but the tears were that of the happiness. She hugged him once again and he reciprocated.

Maan felt good that he made her so happy. But at the same time he liked it more when Geet was her usual bubbly self. Somehow when she was emotional, he always got a feeling that she felt burdened by all that he had done for her. He did not know of a way to actually convince her that she had done much more for him that what he had done for her. He might have saved her body; but she had saved his soul. Right now he had to get her out of her emotional state. Thankfully it did not take much to distract this child woman. He teased her, “Waise Geet. Maine shayad tumhein kuchh zyada hi credit de diya.”

Geet broke the hug and looked at him all confused, “Kya matalab?”

“Saari baatein to nahin maanti ho tum meri. Jab tumhein woh gol-gappe aur road-side ki unhygienic chat khani hoti hai to tum mere lakh manaa karne par bhi apni manmaani hi karti ho.”

“Maan!”

“Main galat thode hi na kah raha hoon, lekin…” he paused and lifted her in his arms.

“Ab ye aap kya kar rahe hain?”

“Ensure kar raha hoon ki tum meri pakad mein raho aur abhi tumhein meri baat maanni hi pade.”

“Kya baat?”

“Ab dekho. Tumne mujhe khud ko dry karne ka bhi mauka nahin diya aur aake lipat gayin,” he paused to see her getting embarrassed and then continued naughtily, “To ab tumhare kapde bheeg gaye hain. Isse to tumhein aur baby ko thandh lag sakti hai.” Geet looked at him confused wondering where it was all going. Suddenly he changed his tone and continued in a heavy, seducing, suggestive voice, “To ye kapde to utarne padenge na Geet. Aur yahan tumhari koi zidd nahin chalegi.” Geet blushed heavily. He had caught her unguarded. Simply his words and voice were enough to make her shiver.

He took her to their room and settled her on the bed, “Geet koi jaadu-tona aata hai kya tumhein? Din-ba-din aur bhi zyada khoobsoorat hoti ja rahi ho.”

Geet blushed even more and did not meet her eyes.

“Ab chup kyon ho gayi Geet? Bolo na…” he climbed on the bed and lied down with his head on her lap.

She had to speak what was on her mind, “Aapki wajah se…”

“Achchha… Ek to tum apni khoobsoorti se mujhe itna bechain karti ho, itna pareshaan karti ho. Aur uska ilzaam bhi mere hi oopar daal rahi ho. Zara sunoon to ki meri wajah se tumhari khoobsoorti kaise badh rahi hai Geet?”

“Aap mujhe itna khush jo rakhte hain…”

“Achchha…” Maan smiled meaningfully and used his hand to bring her face down, “Phir to mujhe iska inaam milna chahiye.”

He bit her lips lightly and then followed it up with a deep, probing kiss leaving her breathless. After the kiss she bent backwards, leaned on the headboard of the bed and closed her eyes. He breathing was heavy and her face gave away her desires.

Maan also got up, leaned closer to her and nuzzled his nose on her cheek and earlobes. Then he traced those areas with his lips and came down to the side of her neck. He kissed her repeatedly on the neck and the shoulders and even bit her once leaving a mark. Geet flinched when he bit her, but he was too lost to notice. When the sensations his kisses sent through her body became too much to bear, she dig her hands into his hair and pulled his face away fom her neck. She looked at him with her eyes almost closing for a couple of seconds and pleasantly suprised him by kissing him passionately on his lips. When they withdrew from the kiss, Geet became conscious of what she had done. Maan felt amused and aroused at the same time. He could not let go of the opportunity to tease her, “Geet! Tumhari himmat to bahut badh gayi hai, ” he paused to see the effect on her. She was unable to meet his eyes and looked embarrassed and nervous. He continued, “Achchha laga Geet.” Geet still did not meet his eyes. But the nervous expressions on her face changed to a blushing smile as she hid her face in his chest.

Maan put his arms around her and started caressing her back, while his lips once again found their way to her neck and shoulders. He opened the zip of her kurti at the back and slid it over her shoulders. After paying due attention to her entire upper body, he quickly ripped off rest of their clothes as well; and their bodies passionately gave in to each other.

After they had caught their breath, Geet asked him this question so innocently that it made him laugh out loud, “Maan! Main sach mein aapki baatein nahin maanti hoon. Aapko bura lagta hai?”

Maan replied after his laughter subsided, “Geet. Sach bataun. Bahut achcha lagta hai ki tum mujhse zidd karti ho, jhagda karti ho. Haan Geet. Koi aur to ye sab kar nahin sakta na mere saath. In sab se hi to lagta hai ki tum meri apni ho. Haan kuchh cheezein hai jinmein tumhein meri baat maanni hogi.”

“Jaise?” she asked innocently again.

Maan again chuckled and quickly gave a peck on her lips. She realized what his answer was, blushed once again and hid her face in his chest. He drew her close as they lied down in each other’s arms.

– The End –

Past Resurfaces (Part 6)

Posted December 30, 2013 MishLeave a commentPosted in Fan Fiction, Hinglish, Maneet (GHSP)

After they were spent, they lied in each other’s arms for a while, without speaking anything. Then Maan propped up on his hand and looked at her lovingly. Geet felt conscious and asked, “Aise kya dekh rahe hain?”

“Dekh raha hoon ki tum pahle se bhi zyada khoobsoorat lag rahi ho.”

“Aisa kyon?”

“Maan Singh Khurana ki dulhan jo ban gayi ho,” he said suggestively.

Geet blushed, but replied back bravely, “Achchha. To ab meri khoobsoorti ka credit bhi aap lenge.”

“Credit lene ki zaroorat to tab padegi, jab tumhein koi dekhega. Main to soch raha hoon ki tumhein saari duniya se chhipa kar, kahin band kar doon. Jahan sirf main tumhein dekh sakoon. Aur tum bhi mere alawa kissi ko na dekh sako.”

Obviously that was not going to happen. But the possessiveness that these lines showed made Geet’s heart skip a beat. She felt the urge to lose herself in his arms, but also felt too shy to actually initiate the hug.

She just replied with a nervous smile, “Maan. Aap bhi na…”

Mana smiled and fulfilled her unspoken wish by taking her in his arms.

—

“Geet. Mujhe tumhari madad chahiye,” they had just finished their dinner and were preparing to go to sleep.

“Kaisi madad?”

“Geet. Un baaton ko yaad karna tumhare liye aasaan nahin hoga lekin Dev ko sazaa dilwane ke liye hamein saboot jugadne zaroori hain.”

“Maan. Aapne to sach much ise sirf apni ladai bana liya hai. Aap aise kyon kah rahe hain ki aapko meri madad chahiye? Ye mera kaam hai Maan. Aur jab tak aap mere saath hain, mujhe kissi cheez se koi taqleef nahin ho sakti.”

Maan smiled. He asked her some questions and encouraged her to give him as much information as she could recollect about Dev’s presence in Hoshiyarpur.

“Geet jis agent ne mujhe tumhari zameen bechi thi, usne Dev aur Nayantara ko pahchaan liya hai. To Nayantara bhi uske saath thi?”

“Haan. Usne khud ko Dev ki Bhabhi bataya tha. Do aur log the. Kamya aur…”

“Pammi?” Maan asked in surprise.

“Aap jaante hain unhein?”

“Pammi Dev ki Ma hai.”

“Dev ki Ma hai matlab, aap…”

“Geet. Dev aur Kamya mere sautele bhai-bahan hain. Maine kabhi unhein khud se alag nahin samjha. Lekin zahir si baat hai unhein sahi insaan bhi nahin bana paya. Mujhe vishwaas nahin hota ki Pammi bhi…”

That was a new information for Geet. Many questions came to her mind, but she decided to not pursue them then. Making sure that Maan does not feel guilty for any of Dev’s deed was more important, “Maan, please. Aap apne aap ko zimmedaar nahin thahraiye. Woh log bachche nahin hain ki apna bhala-bura nahin samajh sakte. Koi kissi ki ungli kahan tak pakad sakta hai.”

“Theek kah rahi ho Geet. Kamya chhoti hai aur usse mujhe koi ummeed bhi nahin hai. Lekin Pammi… Khair achchha hi hai. Hamein unki bhi madad milegi,” Maan also came out of those disturbing thoughts and started focussing on the matter at hand.

“Par woh apne bete ke khilaaf kyon jaayengi?”

“Woh tum mujh par chhod do Geet. Tum ye batao ki Manali jaane se pahle mujhe tumhare kamre mein ek kagaz ka tukda mila tha jis par ek Canada ka phone number likha tha. Woh tumhare paas pahle se tha na?”

Geet got nervous. She had lied then and was scared about how Maan would react to her lying, “Woh… Maan… I am sorry…”

“Geet. Woh number Dev ka tha. Aur tum pareshaan kyon ho rahi ho?”

“I am sorry Maan. Maine aapse jhooth bola tha…”

“Kyonki tum apne ateet ko chhod kar aage nikalna chahti thi, right Geet?”

Geet nodded and then said, “Mujhe dar tha ki aap us insaan ko dhoondhna aur usse badla lena apna maksad na bana lein. Main nahin chahti thi ki mere ateet ka saya aap par, ya hamare rishte par pade. Lekin mujhe kya pata tha… Please mujhe maaf kar dijiye. Mujhe jhooth nahin bolna chahiye tha.”

“Bas Geet. Main tumhein doshi kahan maan raha hoon jo tum mujhse maafi maangti ja rahi ho. Tumne apni jagah bilkul sahi socha tha Geet. Sach maano, mujhe tumse koi shikayat nahin hai.”

Geet smiled and leaned on to him.

“Geet mujhe ye batao ki tumhein woh number mila kahan se tha? Usne khud to nahin diya hoga.”

“Us guesthouse se jahan woh log ruke the.”

Maan made a mental note to contact the guest house. They could help prove Dev’s presence in Hoshiyarpur in that period.

“Aur jab se woh log aaye the, tab se ek-ek baat detail mein yaad karo Geet aur batao mujhe.”

The lawyer had wanted to do this himself, but Maan wasn’t sure he would be sensitive enough in his questioning. Geet’s well-being was paramount to Maan and he did not want anything done that could stress her. So, he has had a long conversation with the lawyer and had decided to get the information from Geet himself. Once Geet had recounted every incident, he expected it to be easier for her to go through the rest of the legal process.

Geet started telling him about the entire episode. What was reassuring for Maan was that she was talking as if she was telling a story. She did not seem affected by it any longer; nor did she show any signs of emotional breakdown. He realized that she was a strong girl and he needn’t be as protective of her as he was. But somewhere concern for her well-being had become a basic instinct for him, which he could not have rid himself of.

Maan was shocked when Geet told him about the date and time when her fake wedding to Dev had taken place and the temple where it happened. She noticed his expressions and asked, “Kya hua Maan?”

“Main us waqt wahin tha Geet.”

“Kya?”

“Main mandir ke bahar khada tha. Mujhe pandit se milna tha. Par andar ek shaadi ho rahi thi, woh usmein busy the.”

Geet looked at him surprised. In what twisted ways was the fate binding them even then, when she was dreaming of her future with a deceptor?

Maan was suddenly overwhelmed with guilt, “Kash maine us waqt use dekha hota Geet. Kash main mandir ke andar chala gaya hota.”

“Please Maan. Aap aise har baat par khud ko dosh denge to kaise chalega? Aap mujhse kahte rahte hain na ki main pareshaan na houn. Aur aap khud?”

“Sorry Geet.”

“Pata hai Maan. Mujhe lagta hai ki meri zindagi mein woh dukh ke din isliye aaye the kyonki Babaji meri pareeksha lena chahte the. Isse pahle ki woh aapko mere jeevan mein bhej kar use khushiyon se bhar dete, woh ye dekhna chahte the ki main un khushiyon ke layak hoon bhi ki nahin.”

She always knew how to look at the brighter side of things. Maan smiled and they continued with the exercise.

When Geet mentioned the lodge she had stayed in with Dev on her way to Delhi, both of them remembered their meeting that night and fell silent. As they recalled the harsh words they had told the other person, they both felt very bad.

“I am sorry,” both of them said togehter. After a moment of surprise, they broke into a laughter and suddenly all the complications were gone.

After they were finished going through all the incidents and noting down as many possible potential witnesses and proofs as possible, Maan told Geet, “Geet. Main ji-jaan laga doonga is case ke liye. Tumhare gunahgaar ko uski sazaa zaroor milegi. Lekin Geet, chahe main kitni bhi koshish kyon na kar loon, tumhein kuchh cheezon ka saamna khud hi karna hoga. Court cases stressful hote hain, lawyers ulte-seedhe sawaal poochhenge. Tum ye sab bardasht kar sakogi na Geet. Kahin aisa na ho ki isse tumhari aur hamare bachche ki sehat par koi bura asar pade.”

Geet noticed the use of word “hamare” and felt extremely happy and proud.

To reply to his question, she said, “Apni sherni par bharosa rakhiye Maan. Main aapke bachche ko kuchh nahin hone doongi.”

Maan smiled, “Phir apne bachche se mera bhi ek waada hai ki uske Mummy-Papa use duniya ki saari khushiyan denge aur use har kaale saaye se door rakhenge. Ye case uske is duniya mein aane se pahle khatam ho jayega aur gunahgaar ko sazaa bhi mil jayegi. Hamare bachche ke oopar iska koi asar nahin padne doonga main.”

Geet was too overwhelmed to say anything. Her eyes grew moist and she leaned on to him for a hug.

—

To be continued

Past Resurfaces (Part 5)

Posted December 29, 2013 Mish2 CommentsPosted in Fan Fiction, Hinglish, Maneet (GHSP)

The wedding was a simple affair in the Gurudwara with only some office staff attending it. Pinki and Adi were, of course, the happiest amongst those present and had actively helped in wedding arrangements. They had also arranged a small reception in the evening at one of the best hotels in the city. The real surprise came to Maan when Adi asked him to come with him for something important. He gave him the keys to one of the rooms in the hotel.

“Ye kya hai Adi?” Maan asked in his usual stern manner.

“Woh.. Sir.. He he he… Sir aapke liye suite booked hai hotel mein aaj ke liye.” Adi stuttered.

“Kya? Lekin maine to…”

“Sir. Ye staff ki taraf se gift hai, Sir.”

“Oh!” It touched Maan, although he did not explicitly show it, “Lekin iski zaroorat nahin hai Adi.” Maan turned back hoping to consult with Geet, but she wasn’t there.

“Woh… ladkiyan Geet ko andar le ja chuki hain Sir. Please Sir. Sab logon ne bahut pyaar se ye arrange kiya hai. Aap mana mat kijiyega.”

Maan gave a rare smile to Adi and walked towards the room.

—

Geet was standing near the bed and then decided that she should sit on it, while waiting for Maan to come. But as she started to move away, the heavy zari work of her lehanga was caught in the curtains decorating the bed. When she tried to disentangle it with her hands, her hand jewelry (haath-phool) also got stuck in her lehanga and curtains, leaving her stuck and perplexed. Just then Maan entered the room and saw her struggling with the curtains. A smile formed on his lips. There couldn’t have been a more suitable beginning of his married life with Geet. His forever goofy Mishti was again struggling with something, which though trivial, will require him to come to her help. He enjoyed watching her struggle for a few second before he moved forward to help her.

Geet was so lost in her struggle that she hadn’t noticed Maan coming in. She was startled when he came to her, held her hands to stop her from trying further, bent down and freed her hands and lehanga from the curtain.

He stood up and looked at her with just a hint of smile on his lips and love and desire oozing out of his eyes.

Geet, on the other hand, was extremely embarrassed. This was not how she was to meet him on their first night. She should have been waiting for him on the bed, legs folded, hands around her knees. At least that was how it happened in the movies.

Maan noticed her embarrassment, but he assumed it was her nervousness.

“Dar lag raha hai Geet?” He asked her softly.

He was not completely wrong either. She, indeed, was nervous. She knew how passionate and possessive a lover Maan was. She wondered that if he let himself go, whether she will be able to survive his demands.

She nodded in reply.

“Lekin aaj iska mujh par koi asar nahin padne waala hai Geet. To apni saari himmat jama kar lo,” Maan traced her forehead with his index finger as he said this. Geet closed her eyes and took a deep breath to steady herself.

“Aao mere saath,” he put his arms around her shoulders and led her towards the dressing table. He made her sit on the stool in front of the mirror and stood behind her. They looked at themselves in the mirror for a few seconds. Then Geet noticed the intense look in his eyes and started looking down. Maan caressed her head and took the dupatta off her head. Geet closed her eyes to let his touch sink in. But Maan wasn’t going to allow her the relief.

“Aankhein kholo Geet. Aur dekho us aaine mein woh jo main har pal dekhta hoon. Aur samajhne ki koshish karo ki main kitna tadapta raha hoon itne dinon tak.”

It was an order! No compromises would be accepted. She opened her eyes and looked at the mirror.

Maan took off her Maang-teeka and kept it on the dressing table.

“Aaj tumhari maang bhar ke maine tumhein hamesha ke liye apna bana liya hai Geet. Aur ab se tum jab bhi mujhe tadpaogi, us tadap ko shaant bhi tumhein hi karna padega.”

Then he bent down and took off the ear-ring from her right ear. He nuzzled his nose on her bare earlobes and said, “Lekin aaj ki raat to lambi hone waali hai Geet. Kyonki aaj to tumhein meri itne dinon ki tadap shaant karni hai. Samajh rahi ho na tum?”

Geet took a deep breath and her eyes closed again. Maan noticed it quickly, “Maine tumhein aankhein band karne ki izaazat nahin di hai.”

Geet opened her eyes quickly, looking guilty like a child who had made a mistake despite repeated warnings.

Maan was thoroughly enjoying teasing her.

He moved to the other side to take off her other ear-ring. This time, after taking off the ring, he went ahead and bit her ear-lobe slightly. This made Geet gasp and she called out his name, “Maan!”

Maan stopped and looked at her, “Bas yahi ek shabd tumhein aaj ki raat bolne ki izaazat hai Geet. Sirf apna naam sunna chahta hoon main tumhari zubaan se. Iske alaawa hamare beech aaj lafzon ki bhi jagah nahin rahegi.”

Geet’s heart was beating at a furious rate. She remembered not to close her eyes, but she could not look straight either. She started looking down. Maan noticed this, but decided to let go.

He dug her hands her dupatta to reach her nape and unhooked her necklace. Then he brought his hands in the front and took off her necklace. Her hair were tied in a jooda and hence after the necklace was off, her neck was bare and accessible.

He made her stand up and tilt her neck to one side. He planted a kiss on her neck. The effect he was having on her was evident on Geet’s face. She looked helpless and completely at his mercy. He could have chained her up for life then, and she would not have resisted. Her own desires and vulnerability were evident in her body language and nothing escaped Maan’s notice.

Suddenly Geet shifted her feet a bit and her payal made a noise. Maan looked down at her feet and then shot her a glance that was almost angry at the interference.

“Bahut shor karti hain ye payal Geet. Lekin aaj main inhein bhi khud ko pareshaan nahin karne doonga,” saying this he kneeled on one of his knees, lifted her lahanga a bit and took off the payal. He used this opportunity to massage her ankles, relaxing and arousing her at the same time. He repeated the exercise with her other foot as well. He carelessly threw the discarded payal on the dressing table with rest of her jewelry.

Before undressing her further, Maan quickly opened the buttons of his sherwani and took off the kurta. It left his upper body bare except for the taveez. Geet looked at him and despite her best efforts she could not hide how incredibly attracted she felt towards him. Maan liked what he saw on Geet’s face. He was getting what he wanted. He did not say anything to her though. He wanted to drive her to the edge and make her as needy as he was, so that they could enjoy their union together.

He slipped one of his hands under her blouse on her shoulder to take off the pin that was holding her dupatta. Geet was not expecting his touch and almost stumbled as he did that. He had to support her before taking off the pin. Before doing the same on her other shoulder, he made her sit on the stool once again. With this he completely took off her dupatta and she felt extremely exposed with her low-cut blouse and exposed belly. Once the dupatta was off, Maan noticed her bangles and haath-phool. He took off the haath-phools first from both her hands and then turned his attention to her bangles. He was taking extreme care is taking off the bangles, still the last one broke and also hurt Geet a little. A small drop of blood came out of her hands. Maan panicked and immdiately started sucking the blood away to stop the flow. He did not realize that the injury was not causing much pain to Geet, but his sucking her wound was arousing her like crazy. He noticed all this only when she took his name once again, quite breathlessly, “Maan!”

He looked up at her and realizing what had happened, smiled a bit. Taking a cue from the effect, he started licking and sucking her fingers one by one. Geet’s other hand moved to his hair and she started digging into them and caressing them roughly. Maan left her fingers then, cupped her face and suddenly drew her into a long kiss on lips. When he broke the kiss she was panting and was breathless. She could not control herself any longer. She got up and hugged him tight taking his name once again, “Maan!” Maan happily reciprocated her hug.

When they broke the hug, he was not left with any more patience. He was sure he had achieved what he wanted to. He picked her up in his arms, took her to the bed and settled her on it. Then he himself climbed the bed and lied beside her, completely trapping her by putting his long hands and legs on top of her.

He loosened her hair out of the jooda and said, “Geet. Lagta hai abhi tak to tumhein bahut mazaa aaya hai. Tumhari himmat ke test ka level thoda badhana padega.”

Saying this he moved to be on top of her, kissed and nibbled at her entire body senselessly, practically ripped apart their clothes and devoured her to his heart’s content.

—

To be continued

Past Resurfaces (Part 4)

Posted December 28, 2013 Mish3 CommentsPosted in Fan Fiction, Hinglish, Maneet (GHSP)

Maan couldn’t have allowed that to happen. So, he changed his decision immediately, “Nahin Dadi Ma. Aap kahin nahin jaayengi. Main hi chala jaata hoon.”

“Maan…”

But Maan did not stop to hear Dadi Ma’s pleas.

“Nakul!”

“Ji Chhote Sahab.”

“Outhouse mein ground floor par ek bed lagwao aur mera saara samaan wahan pahuncha do.”

“Ground floor par? Office mein?”

“Haan. Ek baar mein baat samajh nahin aati?”

—

“Sir? Ye sab kya ho raha hai?” Geet looked at Maan’s stuff lying around in suitcases in the office and then noticed the bed.

“Agar tumhari izaazat ho to main yahan rahne waala hoon?”

“Kya? Aise office ke is hall mein?”

“Haan! Achchha hai na mujhe kaam karne ke liye bhi kahin jaana nahin padega.”

“Dadi Ma naraaz hain?” Geet came to the point.

“Geet,” Maan came to her and held her hands, “Sab theek ho jayega. Mujh par bharosa rakho Geet. Please.”

There was no point in making things difficult for him. So, she did not press the point further. But she could not see him living in the hall like this.

“Maan. Aap yahan nahin rahenge.”

“Tumhein problem hai Geet?” Maan was hurt, but he did not show it.

“Haan. Apna samaan kamre mein bhijwaiye. Aise is hall mein nahin rahenge aap. Ye aapka ghar hai.”

“Lekin Geet…”

“Main yahan so jaungi.”

“Nahin Geet. Ye nahin ho sakta. Main yahan theek hoon.”

“Aap meri baat maanenge ya main khud utha kar le jaun.”

“Nahin, nahin Geet…” she knew how to have her way with him.

“Main sofe par so jaungi…” Geet told him once his stuff was settled in the room.

“Bilkul nahin. Maine tumhari baat maan li. Yahan aa gaya. Ab tum meri baat maanogi. Tumhein achchhi neend aana bahut zaroori hai. Tum bed par soogi aur main sofe par.”

“Lekin main sofe par aa jaungi, aapke liye ye poora nahin padega…”

“Chup. Bilkul chup Geet,” he silenced her in his signature style by putting his hands on her lips.

—

“Nayantara. Ye Geet ne to sach much Bro par jadu kar diya hai. Aakhir aisa kya hai usmein ki Bro aankhein band kar ke us par vishwaas kar baithe hain. Koi bhi saboot to hai nahin uske paas hamare khilaaf. Warna woh Dadi Ma ko zaroor batati.”

“Kya hai uske andar, ye baat to aapko pata honi chahiye Dev,” Nayantara replied bitterly.

“Nayantara – abhi hamare saamne zyada badi problem hai.”

“Use aap hamesha ki tarah hamare oopar hi chhod dijiye. Aapka to kaam hai gadbad karna aur hamara kaam hai usse hamein nikaalna. Chahe woh jua khelna ho ya apni biwi ko dhokha de kar kissi ke saath sona.”

Dev was pissed off, but he could not say anything.

Nayantara continued, “Hamein bas Dadi Ma ko apne kabze mein kar ke rakhna hai. Jab tak woh hamare saath hain, Maan Veerji hamara kuchh nahin bigaad payenge.”

What they did not know was that Maan had been more involved in Geet’s life than they had imagined.

—

Maan remembered Geet’s land that was sold to him by the agent. That is where the clues were to be found. He called up Munshi Ji, “Munshi Ji. Aapke paas Dev ki koi photograph hai?”

“Ji. Unki shaadi ki ek photo shayad haveli mein padi hui hai. Par kyon?”

“Woh photo le ja kar aap agent ko dikhaiye jisne hamein Handa parivaar ki zameen bechi thi aur usse poochhiye ki woh use pahchaanta hai kya?”

“Ji?” Munshi Ji was taken aback.

“Jo maine kaha hai woh kijiye. Aur haan! Is baare mein aap Dadi Ma, Dev ya kissi aur se koi baat nahin karenge.”

“Ji Chhote Sahab.”

—

It was past midnight. Geet had fallen asleep. But Maan was unable to sleep. Multiple things were clouding his mind. Concern for Geet. Worry for Dadi Ma. Office affairs and then bringing Dev’s truth out. He fidgeted on the sofa, and finally unable to fall asleep got up. He walked around the room and his eyes fell on Geet’s face. How innocent and beautiful she looked even while sleeping. He remembered the first day he had found her in the outhouse. In his bed. He had thought it was his dream. And she did indeed look like a dream. So, serene, so beautiful.

And it made his life difficult. “Itna khoobsoorat to khwaab bhi nahin hota Geet. Aur tum mere saamne hakeekat ban kar aayi ho. Kaise khud ko tumse door rakhoon. Bahut mushkil hai Geet.”

He sat down beside her on the bed and caressed her forehead and hair. Geet woke up, but she recognized his touch even in her sleep. She wasn’t scared.

“Maan?” She sat up as she said.

“Woh… Geet. Sorry. Tumhari neend khul gayi. Main jaata hoon. Tum so jao aaraam se…” Maan was embarrassed.

But Geet held his hand and did not let him go, “Neend nahin aa rahi?”

Maan looked at her and forgot his embarrassment. He came closer, kissed her forehead and hugged her. Geet also responded by hugging him back. But as soon as he hugged her, his desires took over his mind. He caressed her hair and back roughly. Geet did not resist, but Maan himself came out of his trance and withdrew.

He held her hands and said, “Tumse door nahin raha jaata ab mujhse Geet. Main tumhein hamesha ke liye apna banana chahta hoon. Sabki nazaron se door le jaana chahta hoon, sirf apne liye. Mujhse shaadi karogi Geet?”

Geet looked at him surprised. Tears and happiness – both appeared in her eyes, “Lekin aisa kaise ho sakta hai? Dadi Ma…”

“Dadi Ma ko sachchai ek din zaroor pata chalegi Geet. Yakeen maano. Aur us din hamein unka aashirwaad bhi mil jayega. Lekin Geet. Jab tum mere paas hoti ho to mujhe tumhein chhoone ka man karta hai. Tumhein baahon mein lene ka man karta hai. Aur khud ko rokna mere liye bahut mushkil hota hai Geet. Main ab tumse door nahin rah sakta.”

Geet had to tell him something, but she was feeling too shy. She struggled for the right words for a while before speaking, “Mujhe… aap par… bharosa karne ke liye… shaadi ki mohar ki zaroorat nahin hai… Maine khud ko… aapko saump diya hai…”

Maan looked adoringly at her, overwhelmed with her trust and love. Her eyes were downcast. He lifted her chin and made her look into his eyes, “Mujhe pata hai Geet ki tum mujh par aankhein band kar ke bharosa karti ho. Aur yakeen maano, mujhe ye bahut achchha lagta hai. Ki zindagi mein itne dhokhe khane ke baad bhi tum mujh par itna bharosa karti ho. Aur isliye Geet, main tumhare bharose ka imtihaan nahin lena chahta. Main tumhein apni dulhan bana kar haq se apne saath laana chahta hoon Geet. Bolo Geet, mujhe ye haq dogi? Mujhse shaadi karogi?”

What could she say? She just nodded. Her eyes were filled with tears of happiness. Her lips were trembling and nothing came out of them. Maan hugged her once again and she was happy to lose herself in his arms. Maan had not been so much at peace in a long time now.

—

“Geet! Main jaanta hoon ki hamari shaadi thode ajeeb circumstances mein ho rahi hai. Lekin Geet. Maine chahta hoon ki tumhara har sapna poora hai. Tum mujhe batao Geet ki tum shaadi mein kya chahti ho. Main waada karta hoon ki woh sab kuchh hoga hamari shaadi mein.”

“Mujhe Babaji ke aashirwaad ke alawa kuchh nahin chahiye.”

“Geet. Tum…”

“Main sach kah rahi hoon. Mujhe koi tadak bhadak, koi naach-gaana, koi dikhawe ki rasmein nahin chahiye. In sabse shaadi nahin hoti na, rishte bhi nahin nibhte hain. Rishte to pyaar se bante hain, pyaar se hi nibhte hain. Babaji ne mujhe woh de diya hai. Mujhe aur kuchh nahin chahiye.”

Maan smiled and caressed her cheek, “Theek hai Geet. Aisa hi sahi.”

—

Pinki and some parlour staff were helping Geet get ready when Maan walked in. The girls left the room taking the cue, leaving behind an embarrassed and shy Geet to Maan.

“Sir, aap abhi yahan kyon aaye hain?”

“Kyon? Mere aane par koi pabandi hai?”

“Bilkul hai! Abhi hamari shaadi nahin hui hai.”

Maan put a packet he had brought on the bed and pulled her close to him.

“Kuchh hi ghanton ki to baat hai na Geet. Phir to koi pabandi nahin hogi? To abhi kyon…” he was approaching her lips for a kiss.

“Maan!” Geet got genuinely nervous and called his name without ‘Sir’ for the first time since she had joined Khurana Constructions.

Maan stopped in his track and smiled naughtily, “Maan?”

Geet felt even more shy and started looking down. Maan lifted her chin and made her look into his eyes.

“Bahut achchha lagta hai tumhari zubaan se mera naam Geet. Abhi main isse hi kaam chala loonga. Lekin agar dubara tumne mujhe ‘Sir’ bulaya to yaad rakhna ki main tumhara dusht danav boss ban jaunga. Samjhi tum?”

Geet nodded and blushed.

Maan started taking off her ear-ring startling her, “Ye aap kya kar rahe hain Sir? Mera matlab hai Maan.”

“Geet. Aaj ke din tumhein hamare khaandaani gahne pahanne chahiye the. Woh tumhara haq hai. Main tumhein aaj woh nahin de sakta. Aaj jo main apne pyaar ke gahne laaya hoon, unse hi kaam chala lo. Lekin main waada karta hoon Geet ki jo tumhara haq hai woh tumhein zaroor milega.”

Geet knew that the issue was not the jewelry. He was promising her Dadi Ma’s acceptance through it, which was important to both of them. And she trusted him. She just blinked and nodded to convey her support to him. Maan changed the jewelry she was wearing with the ones he had brought.

Once he was done, he took a few steps back from her and stared at her admiringly for few seconds. Geet became conscious, “Main kaisi lag rahi hoon?”

Maan came forward and kissed on her forehead, “Bilkul meri dulhan jaisi.” He left the room saying, “Jaldi aana Geet. Main besabri se tumhara intezaar kar raha hoon.”

—

To be continued

Past Resurfaces (Part 3)

Posted December 27, 2013 MishLeave a commentPosted in Fan Fiction, Hinglish, Maneet (GHSP)

“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)

Posted December 26, 2013 Mish2 CommentsPosted in Fan Fiction, Hinglish, Maneet (GHSP)

“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…”

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To be continued

Mish' Fiction

Fan-fiction, Inspired and Original Fiction

Category: Language

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