The Safety Net (Part 4)

Posted Mish3 CommentsPosted in English, Mukundo-Piyali, Original

“Mukundo Babu,” it was another of his visits. She was in her second semester now.

“Hmm…” he didn’t look up from whatever he was reading. This was their usual routine. They didn’t always have a lot to talk about. Because whenever they did feel like talking, they would call each other up and not wait for his trip. So, Mukundo brought his work with him and she also continued her studies or any other work, while he stayed.

“Baba was quite disappointed.”

“With what?”

“’With who’ is the right question. With you.”

“Why?” he looked up startled.

“He was quite hopeful that by this winter, you would be married.”

“And he has asked you to talk to me?” Mukundo sounded annoyed.

“I had visited Aporna Didi during my winter breaks.”

“Piyali!” Aporna, his errant ex-wife, was a distant cousin of Piyali. It was her father who had been instrumental in getting her married to Mukundo. Probably that was the reason he felt so guilty towards him and was desperate to see him settled again.

“She is a changed person, Mukundo Babu. She repents…”

“Piyali. This isn’t for you to discuss with me…”

“Why not, Mukundo Babu? Who else will talk to you? Do you let anybody do that? Aren’t you lonely? Don’t tell me you are not. If you were married and had a content life, would you still have time to entertain my whim and make this monthly trip to Mumbai?”

“Piyali!” He flung the book he was holding across the room. Piyali jerked back and for the first time in her life she felt scared in his presence. Not just scared, terrified.

He, too, was terrified of himself. He was so angry that he feared he would do something untoward. He made to leave the room. Piyali found the courage to move and leapt out of bed. “Mukundo Babu. Please wait.”

Hearing her pleading voice calmed him a bit. He stopped and looked back at her. “Is this what things have come to, Piyali? You are pitying me?”

“Oh my God! No, Mukundo Babu. Please let me explain.”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to…”

“No. Please listen to me. Something terrible happened recently that I haven’t told you about.”

“What?” he frowned.

“A girl from my batch – she tried to commit suicide.”

“What? Why?”

“Don’t really know. But something must be bothering her. And she wasn’t able to talk to anyone. It was a scary experience, Mukundo Babu. Someone could be so lonely and desperate that she could think of nothing but taking her own life.”

“Are you okay?” Mukundo completely forgot about his anger and outburst and was now concerned only with her emotional well-being.

“I thought about how lucky I was. To have you in my life. As a friend, an anchor. We talked a lot, you know. After that incident. Many of us. About our fears and vulnerabilities, loneliness… And I realized how unique my situation is. How comfortable. And then I could not help thinking about you. What about you? Who did you have in your life? To anchor your life around? To share everything with? It isn’t fair that you should be lonely, Mukundo Babu.”

“Piyali,” he held her shoulders, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? Why are you sorry?”

“I shouted at you.”

“Yeah,” she chuckled, “You scared the hell out of me.”

“And I’m really sorry about it.”

“I promise I won’t bother you again.”

“Don’t worry about me. I have you in my life. I have an anchor, a purpose.”

“But you don’t share your problems with me, the way I do with you.”

“I do share. Whenever I feel that you can handle it. It is true that I am patronizing towards you. I have seen sixteen more years of life than you. So, sometimes I don’t find it fair that you should be exposed to some of its cruelties before time. But you are my friend. You will always be. And till you are happy, wherever you are, I will be very happy.”

She smiled. He suppressed an urge to pull her in his arms.

“Dinner?” he asked.

“Yeah. Let’s go.”

“Ahwaan is not joining us?”

“No,” she pouted.

“Why?”

“He says he feels very self-conscious in your presence,” she chuckled.

But he looked somber. “Why?”

“Oh don’t bother, Mukundo Babu. I think he is just jealous.”

“Jealous?”

“You are what any boy would want to be.”

“Huh?”

“I am not explaining that,” she looked away as if she was scared of saying something inappropriate. Mukundo looked at her curiously, but did not probe her further.

—

Three and a half years flew by. Mukundo had come to meet her just before her winter break. He was taking a short-term position with a university in Europe. He would be gone until summers.

“I will see you now only after your graduation, Piyali.”

“You won’t be here for even my convocation?”

“Unfortunately my intended research work won’t allow me come back by then, Pihu. But come on. Be happy for me. I am really excited about this opportunity.”

“Of course. I was being selfish as usual. Congratulations, Mukundo Babu.”

“Thank you. I have to leave tomorrow night. I have taken a late-night flight. Why don’t you invite Ahwaan to join us for dinner?” He did join them once in a while, though not always.

“I will ask him. But…”

“What?”

“I won’t see you at all in the next semester?”

Mukundo laughed, “And aren’t you planning to go for higher studies after this Piyali? Even you can’t ask me to travel to US every month. Let’s get used to this.”

“Not every month, but every quarter?” she asked innocently and then grinned.

Mukundo raise his eyebrows feigning shock at her proposal.

—

She was already close to tears when he opened the door for her next evening and started sobbing as soon as she was inside the room. It took quite a bit of coaxing and repeated persuasion on his part to make her speak. Ahwaan had broken up with her.

“It won’t work out according to him. He wants to get a job, then do an MBA. I want to go for an MS – possibly a Ph. D.”

“Piyali. Calm down.”

“We were together for three years. And he was just so…”

“What?”

“Cruel. I was inviting him to join us for dinner and…”

Her sobs grew louder. He told her to stop thinking about it. “It’s not the end of life, Piyali.”

“You were right, Mukundo Babu, weren’t you? All boys are bad.”

“At this age. It doesn’t mean everyone else you meet will also be bad. And then I had said something else too. Remember? Your safety net. It won’t take you too long to heal.”

“I… I might have gone beyond the safety net, Mukundo Babu.”

“What do you mean?” he grew alarmed.

She gulped hard, but could not speak.

“Oh God! You… you aren’t pregnant or something…”

“What? No! Damn it… But I did… We did…” she took a deep breath, “Sleep together.”

He shouldn’t have felt relieved at that. But he had already thought of the worse. So, that’s precisely what his reaction was. “Thank God! It’s not a big deal… What am I saying… Look. Piyali. I am not asking you to take such things casually… But you are an adult. It’s not a sin or anything… You had me scared…”

He fell silent when he realize that she had thrown her arms around him and was hugging him tight. He hesitated for a moment, then drew his arm around her. He held her head with one hand and kept the other one on her back. He planted a kiss on her head and murmured. “It’s all right. Everything is all right.” She clung even more desperately to him.  He also tightened his arms in response. He felt her shallow, uneven breath on his chest and it ignited an uncontrollable fire in him. His fingers dug into her hair and her back. He caressed her roughly as she ran her hands over his sensitive spine. He pulled her head away fully intending to kiss her. But a look at her face brought him back to his senses. What on earth was he doing? It was Piyali. He couldn’t… He shouldn’t… No one will ever accept it. And he needed to let her fly, live her own life… Damn…

—

To be continued

The Safety Net (Part 3)

Posted Mish6 CommentsPosted in English, Mukundo-Piyali, Original

“Promila Kaki has made payas? It’s so unfair, Baba, that I can’t have it,” Piyali cribbed on phone.

“What do I do, Pihu? Can’t really send someone with it, can I?”

“You could send it with Mukundo Babu.”

“Mukundo?” Mr. Banerjee laughed, “Why? Your Mukundo Babu has got your Harry Potter’s broom or what? How will he take it there? Teleport it?”

Piyali was surprised. His flight was in two hours. He’d already have left for airport. He hadn’t told her father that he was coming to meet her.

“I… I don’t know. He keeps telling me that he’d visit me. He might just be teasing me.”

“Don’t worry. You can have as much payas as you want when you come here for Poojo. How are the studies going?”

“They are going fine…” Piyali went through the rest of the conversations absent-mindedly. Nobody knew about Mukundo Babu’s visits to her? Why?

—

Mukundo had reached in time for dinner and they decided to go to a restaurant in the campus itself.

“We can walk, right?” Mukundo asked, “Then I will let go of the taxi.”

“Yes. Inside the campus you do not need the car.”

She threw a few curious glances at him as they walked beside each other. He grew conscious of that after a while. “What happened?”

She smiled sheepishly, “No. Nothing.”

“Silly girl,” he mumbled.

Her phone rang as soon as they sat down. “No. I can’t come… I am with Mukundo  Babu… Yes. He is visiting… I will call you later… I will finish the report…”

“Who was it?”

“Ahwaan.”

“Hmm… So, what is good here?” he glanced through the menu.

“Nothing really. Non-veg is horrible. Paneer is a safe choice.”

“All right. Why don’t you order?”

She did that and then they were free to talk.

“Mukundo Babu. Can I ask you something?”

“You are asking for my permission?” he raised his eyebrows.

“Mukundo Babu. Please! It’s… it’s different. And serious.”

“What happened?” he grew concerned.

“It’s like how you had said… But you should be able to answer it… How can one know if a boy is nice?”

“Huh?”

“As in… he is sincere and not just fooling around?”

Mukundo couldn’t help laughing a little.

“Mukundo Babu! Please!” she pleaded.

“Pihu Rani. At this age, by default, no boy is nice.”

She leaned away from him and looked disappointed, even embarrassed.

“So? Who is it? Good-with-chemistry boy?”

“Forget about it… Let’s call the waiter. Why hasn’t he brought our juices yet? Excuse me!”

Mukundo did not resume the conversation over dinner, but he stopped her when on their way back she made to take the way to her hostel.

“Piyali. Listen to me…” In the street light he could make out her begrudged face. But she stayed nevertheless. “Do you remember the circus we had gone to watch last year?”

She nodded, puzzled.

“And you remember the trapeze acts? How they soared and flied high.”

She nodded again.

“It, of course, took a lot of practice for them to do it right. But they could do it fearlessly, because there was a safety net beneath them. And as if to make the point, there is always a clown in such acts, who falls down.”

“Okay?”

“Life and its decisions are not going to be easy for you, Pihu Rani. They never are, for anyone. It will take a lot of hits and trials for you to get things right. You might occasionally fall. But don’t shy away from soaring high. Because I am there as your safety net. I will not let you fall to the ground and get hurt. Just don’t go to a place where my safety net can’t reach.”

She looked overwhelmed and subdued at the same time. “Mukundo Babu!” she whispered and could not say anything else.

Mukundo chuckled, ostensibly at her reaction, but mostly from embarrassment. He had been too emotional. “Silly girl. Don’t you already know that I am there for you?”

“I want you to meet him, Mukundo Babu.”

“I have met him.”

“I want you to meet him again. And again… whenever you come.”

“Fine. Whatever you want, if he doesn’t find my company boring. Invite him for lunch tomorrow.”

“Lunch would be too hurried. Both of us have labs in the afternoon. Dinner?”

“Sure. And let’s go out of the campus. To someplace which serves better food.”

“Yeah.”

“Good night, Piyali. Sleep well.”

“Good night, Mukundo Babu.”

‘Sleep well,’ Piyali repeated the words to herself as she walked towards her hostel. And for some reason, her mind went back to the ragging days. “I went to bed… with Mukundo Babu.” What would it be like to sleep beside him? Feel the warmth of his body… ‘You have become deprave, Piyali,’ she reproved herself, ‘Stop reading Mills and Boons.’

Mukundo slumped on the chair in his room back at the guest house. He buried his head in his hands and took a deep breath. But he could not stop a drop of tear that fell into his lap. He was trying to not get in her way, to not do something that will make her either uncomfortable with him, or leave her feeling smothered. He hoped that he didn’t end up making her unduly licentious. He would have been much clearer in his head if his own little heart was not creating troubles in between. What on earth was wrong with him?

“Oh Piyali! You will drive me mad.” Why had he agreed to these monthly visits? But he couldn’t have disagreed without saddening her. And he hated the very idea of her being sad. He’d bear a thousand times more pain that he was bearing right now just to ensure that she smiled.

—

“Tired?” he asked when she came to his room the next evening.

“Yes. Classes since eight-o-clock in the morning. Three hours in the lab – standing all the time. This place is made to kill people.”

Mukundo smiled.

“And there is a test tomorrow. I have to study as well,” she said dumping her bag on the table and falling back on the bed with a thump.

“If that’s the case, it is not the time to sleep. Get up and study. Do you want to cancel going out for dinner? It will waste several hours.”

“No. No. I will finish before that. Don’t worry about that.”

“Piyali…” he hesitated.

“What?”

“I was wondering… You know… Life here is hectic. So much to do. Studies. Extra-curricular stuff… Don’t my visits put even more pressure on your time…”

She sat up and he found her body stiffening. “If you don’t want to come, it has to be your decision. Don’t put that on my head.”

“Piyali. I was only trying to have an honest discussion. We don’t remain the same all our lives. Our perception of what is important to us, what we need, what we want – everything changes with time. And you are at a stage of your life, where you will experience so many new things and feel these changes come to you very, very quickly. You would be a completely different person by the time you graduate from here. And then again a completely different person a few years after that. You had probably never imagined that you could live happily, away from your Baba, from me, from Kolkata. But you are comfortable here, right? You have friends you like. You have a life – much different from anything you have had earlier. Am I right, or not?”

Her eyes were glued to the floor for most part of his monologue. She continued to stare down as she replied. “Everything you have said is right. Yes – it is exhilarating. This different life. This sudden feeling of independence and growing up. The need and ability to make my own decisions. You are right. Sometimes, when Baba gets too pedantic, I feel like telling him that I am not a little girl anymore. And that he doesn’t have any idea of what my life is like. But honestly, Mukundo Babu,” she looked up, “I still look forward to your visits more than anything else. Yes – I am already more mature and independent than I was. So, if you decide that your monthly visits are not worth the hassle, I will be able to live with it. I will not come crying to you like earlier. But since you wanted an honest discussion. I would really like you to continue visiting. I’d be disappointed and sad if you didn’t.”

She was devoted to him, wasn’t she? As devoted as he was to her, if not more. Mukundo could not help feeling overwhelmed and he did not try to hide how he felt.

“In that case, Pihu Rani,” he sat beside her and looked straight in her eyes, “Nothing can stop me from visiting.”

Her smile on hearing that reached right up to her eyes. That heart-warming smile!

—

To be continued

The Safety Net (Part 2)

Posted Mish4 CommentsPosted in English, Mukundo-Piyali, Original

Now he had noticed for himself that she was a grown woman. Why did it make her feel so strange? As if there was something wrong with growing up? Had he sounded distant? Was that why she was feeling almost ashamed of having grown up?

But her anxiety washed away when Mukundo visited them in the evening. He was his usual self. Joking with her and pulling her legs. Also, giving her advice on how to manage her studies once she went to Mumbai.

He must have been busy in last few days, then. And growing up wasn’t a bad thing either.

—

Mukundo went to Mumbai sooner than planned. Mr. Banerjee caught flu just three days before Piyali was to leave. The responsibility of taking her to Mumbai automatically fell on Mukundo’s shoulders.

“Why are looking so somber, Piyali? Kaku would be fine in another couple of days. You needn’t worry about him,” Mukundo told her on the flight.

“Yeah. It’s not that really.”

“Then?”

“Just… Would you miss me, Mukundo Babu?”

“You have a doubt about that?”

“Well… You will get married… And then who has the time…”

“Where did that come from? Who is getting married?”

“Baba has been looking around. He said he had promised you Baba…”

“Rubbish. You don’t worry about all that.”

“I am not worrying really,” she smiled at him, “Wouldn’t it be great if you got married?”

“I’ve done that once,” he said bitterly, “And I’m done with it.”

“Why are you getting angry at me?”

“No,” he smiled, “I’m not angry with you. Remember this though. I can never stop missing you. And I have promised to come every month, haven’t I?”

She gave him that smile of hers which always warmed his heart.

—

“What is this?” It was Piyali’s first day in the campus. Mukundo was staying for four days to ensure that she was settled in. She was busy with induction activities the entire day and had come to meet him in the evening. Mukundo was surprised by her attire and could not suppress an amused chuckle. She was wearing a salwaar, kurta and dupatta, each from a different set. Her hair was oiled and tied in two ponytails. She looked ridiculous.

“Don’t act so innocent. As if you don’t know about ragging. Why hadn’t your warned me?”

“Warned you about what? That they will make you wear ridiculous dresses. I didn’t know what the trend was these days…”

“Not that!”

“Then?”

“Nothing.”

“Piyali. Is everything all right?”

“Yeah.”

“Listen. Some of my classmates are now professors here. I know them very well. If someone is troubling you too much, we can talk to…”

“No. No. Don’t do that. It will only alienate me.”

“That’s very wise of you. But at least tell me what is happening. Something is bothering you. And it’s not this ridiculous dress, right?”

“It’s just that… you should have warned me… I shouldn’t have told the seniors that you are my neighbor, and not a relative.”

“What happened?” he asked cautiously. He could almost guess now.

“Nothing happened. Just that… they are making me say things… And it’s not good.”

“I… I am sorry, Piyali. I really didn’t think… I thought only boys did such things…” If a boy came with her sister, or worst still, if his sister or some other female relative was already in the campus, senior students would make him ‘describe’ the girl in most obscene terms. Apparently his notion that girls didn’t do such things was either a misinformed or an antiquated one.

“Yeah? You think all girls are like convent nuns?”

“Would you be fine, Piyali? Do you want me to stay on until the ragging is over? You can stay away from the hostel…”

“I’m almost tempted to accept the offer. But I should learn to manage, shouldn’t I?”

He smiled fondly, “Yes. You are a strong girl.”

“But right now, I am going to wash my hair and change into something wearable. Then you will take me out for dinner.”

“You don’t want to eat with your new friends?”

“I have next four years to do that. I will only see you only once a month now. That is, if you keep your promise.”

She took out some clothes from her bag and slipped into his bathroom.

Mukundo’s smile disappeared as soon as she slipped out of his sight. What had they made her say? She had looked so vulnerable when he had as much as mentioned her being a grown woman. How would she have felt about it, when they made her say whatever it was? He didn’t want to imagine what it was.

Piyali on the other hand had said it. It had started with a prank that was familiar to her. They would do it even in school. They would have someone describe her daily routine. “I got up.” “I took a shower.” Then they would have her add the name of her favorite celebrity after each action. “I got up… with Shahrukh Khan.” “I took a shower… with Shahrukh Khan.” If they had made her say it with Shahid Kapoor, her celebrity crush, she would also have giggled with them. But they had made her say it “with Mukundo Babu.” Her hot neighbor, as those who had seen him described him. Hot? Of course, he was hot. Tall, broad shoulders, clean-shaven, criminally fair skin, those penetrating eyes, thick hair… By the time she had come to the end of her day — “I went to bed… with Mukundo Babu” – she had felt a chill run down her spine. She had found herself thinking about it. What would it be like? To sleep beside him? To feel the warmth of his body? The ragging was getting to her. She was going crazy.

—

Her father visited her the next month. So, Mukundo came back two months later. She was nervous about upcoming exams. “Chemistry? I can’t believe why we still have to study Chemistry! I am supposed to be doing a course in Computer Science, for God’s sake?”

“Calm down, Pihu Rani. You have attended all the classes, right? That should sail you through.”

“But it is a good thing you came, Mukundo Babu. At least the rooms in guest house have AC. I can study here comfortably. The rooms in the hostel are boiling.”

“Good then. You study. I will finish some work meanwhile.”

“Mukundo Babu!”

“Yes?”

“A friend of mine will also come in a bit. He is good with Chemistry. I enticed him to study with me by telling him about the AC,” she grinned.

Mukundo laughed. “You are growing wicked. But good for you.”

Mukundo did not know whether she was trying to hide it or not, but the romantic currents were obvious between her and her good-with-Chemistry friend – Ahwaan. Besides, from the way they were studying, it didn’t seem like he was particularly good with Chemistry. Piyali was explaining more to him that he was to her.

“We can get you an AC in your room, if the heat is bothering you,” he told her later.

“It’s not allowed. We can have coolers at most. There are people who rent it out for four years. I have already got one fitted.”

“Good.”

—

To be continued

The Safety Net (Part 1)

Posted Mish5 CommentsPosted in English, Mukundo-Piyali, Original

“Mukundo Babu,” Piyali peeped into his study.

Mukundo drew a sharp breath. What had he been thinking? For how long could he have avoided her? He assumed a neutral expression and turned in his swivel chair to face the door.

“Piyali. What are you doing here?”

“It has been four days since you visited us. Why haven’t you been coming?”

He averted his eyes and fixed them on the notebook he was holding, “I have been busy.”

“Busy?” she repeated as if it was an unfamiliar word.

“Yes.”

“Busy doing what?”

“Work. I have work to do. I had to grade the papers,” he said and turned back, ostensibly to resume his work on the study-table.

But she stood rooted to her place and didn’t leave. So, Mukundo had to turn to her again. “What is it?” he asked.

“Why aren’t you telling me if you are angry with me?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Something happened at the wedding, didn’t it? What was it?”

“Piyali!”

Silent tears rolled down her cheeks.

“What’s wrong, Piyali?” he went to her and held her. “Come here,” he said when she did not reply and continued crying. He took her to the bench placed along one of the walls in his study. He sat down next to her. “Even if you thought that I was angry with you, since when did you start crying about it, huh?” The only reactions he had known to his reprimands were insolence and defiance from her. This was a novelty!

“I’m nervous,” she wiped her tears and replied.

“Why?”

“I have to go away from home.”

“Arr…” She had worked hard for it and gotten admission in one of the top engineering institutes in the country, the same one that Mukundo had also attended. Mukundo would never forget how she was literally jumping with joy the day result of the entrance exam was declared. It was he who had felt nervous. A new world was awaiting her. World of opportunities and the world of responsibilities and culture shocks. A world away from the protective environment she had grown up in. A world where she would grow into adulthood. Would she be able to handle it all? Should he talk to her, advise her? But everyone went through it. Most people coped. She was intelligent enough to be able to cope with it. He wouldn’t destroy the elation she was experiencing in the meanwhile. But now she herself was nervous.

“Why is my lioness nervous? It’s a dream come true, isn’t it, Pihu Rani?” he called her by her pet name in such moments of affection.

“But nobody would be there with me.”

“Silly girl. We all are just a phone call away.”

“Will you come to meet me? At least once a month?”

“Once a month?” his eyes widened. She wanted him to make a trip between Kolkata and Mumbai? Once a month? At least? He had a class to teach at ISI Kolkata. At least one every semester. Exams, grading and his own research. And then keeping an eye on family business and property.

“I am being stupid. Don’t bother…” she mumbled.

“I will come, if that’s what you want. But trust me, Pihu Rani, once you get busy with your studies and new friends and the hectic life, you wouldn’t have time for me.”

“That is impossible.”

He laughed softly, “We’ll see. But are you feeling better now?”

“You are not angry at me?”

“No.”

She gave a weak smile.

“You were so worried only because you thought I was angry?”

“Mukundo Babu. You know Protima Di, right?”

“Yeah.” She was talking about another girl from their neighbourhood. She was two years senior to Piyali was studying medicine in Delhi.

“She keeps calling her Ma, whenever she has any problems. Who would I call, if I am in any trouble? Baba loves me, but Baba is Baba. I can’t…” Piyali had lost her mother at birth.

“Piyali!”

“If you wouldn’t talk to me, who would I call, Mukundo Babu?”

“Pihu Rani. Do you really think I can dare not take your call? Am I not scared of my lioness? What has gotten into your head, you silly girl? Stop being so worried and nervous. Enjoy your holidays. Once you go to Mumbai and your semester starts, you won’t even have enough time to have a full night’s sleep. Understood?”

Her smile was more convincing this time and he smiled back at her. Then he ran his hand over her head once and said, “Get going now. I really have to finish some work. I will come to meet you and Kaku in the evening. Okay?”

She nodded and got up to leave.

“Piyali!” he called her when she reached the doorsteps. “Come here, once.”

She looked puzzled, but walked back without questioning. He held her hands and spoke slowly, “I… There is something… I wanted to tell you…”

“What?” Piyali was surprised to see him hesitating.

“It’s… Well… It’s an advice… and I know you don’t like them much. But… you are going to be on your own after this and…”

“Tell me, Mukundo Babu.”

He took a deep breath before continuing, “Piyali. This is the beginning of your adult life. And an independent one too. You are a grown, young woman now, Piyali. And a beautiful one on that. There will be boys and you will get a lot of attention…” He noticed her face coloring. “I’m making you uncomfortable,” he let go of her hands, “I’m sorry. You are an intelligent girl. You will know what to do.”

She nodded silently.

“Go now,” he said and sat back in his chair. It was more like a slump.

—

Piyali’s eyes were glued to the street as she walked back home on the familiar path. Mukundo Babu had been late in noticing that she was a grown, young woman now. At seventeen she had been getting quite a lot of attention for quite some time. Something that excited and terrified her at the same time.  She would have liked to talk to someone about it. But who could she talk to? With friends, it was always about pulling each other’s legs. She could never get around to talking about things that really bothered her. She didn’t have a mother or a sister to go to. Everything else, she would discuss with Mukundo Babu. About school, friends, teachers, competitions she won or lost, the cold-feet she always got before exams, the books she read and everything under the sun. But she hadn’t told him about her last fight with Sonali. How could she have told him what the fight was about? That her best friend thought she had ‘stolen’ away the boy she had a crush on? She hadn’t told him about the Mills & Boon romances she had devoured in last few years either.

—

To be continued

The Misunderstanding (Part 11)

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

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

“Aapko nahin sona hai Maan?”

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

– The End –

The Misunderstanding (Part 10)

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

“Lekin…”

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

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

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

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

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

“Lekin…”

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

“Geet?”

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

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

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

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

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

Geet nodded happily.

“Bas ek baat Geet.”

“Kya?”

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

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

Overwhelmed they hugged each other again.

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

—

To be continued

The Misunderstanding (Part 9)

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

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

“Geet beta. Hamari ek baat maanengi aap?”

“Boliye Dadi Ma.”

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

“Aap unse milenge nahin Maan?”

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

“Dinner ke liye to ghar aayenge na aap.”

“Nakul ko boliyega mera khana outhouse bhijwa de.”

—

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kya matlab?”

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

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

—

To be continued

The Misunderstanding (Part 8)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kya baat hai Dadi Ma?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

To be continued

The Misunderstanding (Part 7)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He walked to the reception and made the call.

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

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

“Main theek hoon Dadi Ma. Par Geet…”

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

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

“Boliye beta. Geet kis hospital mein hain?”

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

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To be continued

The Misunderstanding (Part 6)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Par…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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To be continued