Mish' Fiction

Next evening at around 4 ‘o clock, Maan sent Geet a message, “Tumhare liye 15 minute mein gaadi bhej raha hoon.”

She replied back, “Kahan ja rahe hain hum? Taiyaar hone ka to time dijiye.”

“Uski zaroorat nahin hai. Jo ghar mein pahan rakha hai wahi pahan kar aa jao.”

Geet was confused but happy that for once she does not have to worry about what to wear while going out with him. Driver left her at one of the poshest hotels in the city. Maan was there to receive her when she got down. She looked at him questioningly, but he just smiled and reassured her with his typical blink. Then he took her hands and walked to the reception. They had a reservation for Mr. and Mrs. Khurana. Receptionist gave him room keys in duplicate. Maan handed one of the keys to Geet and asked her to go to the room. He would join her in sometime.

Geet entered the suite that was reserved for them. The room she entered into had an entire beauty parlour set up. She looked around and saw a beautiful, pink bridal lehanga in the wardrobe. She wasn’t sure what to do. Just then she heard the doorbell and opened it to find some uniformed girls.

“Ma’m – hum log hotel ke salon se hain. Mr. Khurana ne aapko taiyaar hone mein help karne ke liye hamein bheja hai.”

“Oh! Theek hai. Aaiye.”

It took them close to three hours to do the entire bridal make-up for After she was ready, the girls took her to the other room of the suite, which was connected by a door to this one. Geet got another surprise when she found the entire room decorated with flowers just like their room on their wedding night was.

With her own make-up and dress, the room, and now the anticipation, she felt like she was reliving her wedding night all over again. And then it occured to her. That is what he wanted. He wanted her to live their wedding night fully, which both of them had spent anxiously. A smiled spread on her lips. So, she should play along as well. She had been roaming around in the room feeling confused till now. But now she climbed on the bed and sat there, waiting for her man – for their suhaag raat. Just like she had done on the night of their wedding.

Maan had entered from the other room and had already reached the connecting door when Geet was climbing on the bed. He was stunned by how she looked. Pink really suited her very well. He patted himself mentally for making the right choice. He had the lehanga stitched a few days back, precisely for the day that was finally here. He could keep it a surprise from her, because he had her measurements from the wedding dresses.

Geet did not realize that he was watching her, as she sat down on the bed, settled her lehnaga and dupatta properly, put her arms around her legs folded at the knees and waited. Waited for him to come and consume her, make her his own!

He smiled seeing her prepare. Somehow watching her settling down on the bed felt a very intimate sight to him. Something that the groom was not normally supposed to see. But he did. With his Geet, nothing was out of bounds. She did not need to pretend in front of him. He could and would know everything about her. He felt a rush of blood in his body at this thought. He took a deep breath to calm himself down. They had the entire night in front of them. And it was not to be just about him, but about her and him, about them.

When Geet saw him standing at the door. She became anxious and fidgeted despite her best attempts to remain calm. Maan noticed this. He moved towards her slowly and sat beside her on the bed.

She shivered when he placed his hand on her shoulder, surprising even herself. His touch was not so new to her now. She was used to his closeness, his touch, his breathings and yet – probably there was something in this wedding night arrangement that made her feel shy like a traditional new bride expecting to meet her husband for the first time. For some reason she also felt very nervous. It showed on her face and it did not escape Maan’s notice.

He asked in a very concerned, but also very seductive voice, “Dar lag raha hai Geet?”

She felt awkward, but did not lie. Just nodded in positive.

He smiled patronizingly, “Mujhse dar lag raha hai?”

She was not looking at him and did not see him smiling. She thought she might have offended him. So, she hastened to clarify, “Nahin… aapse nahin… woh…” She looked up at him and her voice drowned.

“Agar lag raha hai, to achchha hi hai. Lagna bhi chahiye. Aaj tak jitni shararatein tumne ki hain, un sab ka badla main lene waala hoon tumse aaj raat. Samjhi tum?” He had taken the dupatta off her head.

His words were threatening and his voice was seductively demanding. Geet’s heart skipped a beat. For a moment, she seriously wondered if she will survive his passion and demands for the night. But then she took a deep breath and relaxed. Why was she getting scared? This was Maan, her Maan. He always keeps her well-being before his own. She can safely let herself be drowned in his desires and passion. He will take care of everything. She closed her eyes and let this feeling of complete submission sink into her. It calmed her nerves and she was now looking forward to their night togehter with expectations.

She felt, absorbed and internalized his every touch as he took off her maang-teeka, followed by the necklaces. He placed a kiss on her forehead and rubbed his hand along her neck. Even those simple touches sent pleasant sensations through her body. She sighed. Her eyes were still closed. Maan did not like it. He wanted to be able to see in her eyes the sweet torture he would inflict on her through out the night. He wanted to be able to see her nervousness, shyness, excitement and pleasure. And where could he see all of these better than her eyes.

“Aankhein kholo Geet. Aaj ki raat wahi hoga jo main chahunga. Aur agar tumne aankhein band ki to mujhse bura koi nahin hoga.”

She opened her eyes. Maan sighed looking at them. What was there in those innocent eyes that had been driving him crazy since the first time he saw her? He wondered whether for the sake of his own sanity, he should let her close her eyes. But he pulled himself together. The temptation to see her entire being in her eyes was too strong, too intoxicating to be foregone.

He then restarted his task of de-accesorizing her. He took off her earrings one by one and licked and bit her bare earlobes. Geet’s eyes closed, but she remembered what he had told her and opened them before he moved back and looked at them. He saw her nervousness and excitement in her eyes and a very slight smiled crossed his lips.

He turned towards her feet and took off her payal. He massaged the muscles around her ankles. It relaxed and aroused her at the same time. Once again she had to put in conscious effort to keep her eyes open. Left to themselves, the would close immediately. Maan saw her struggle and smirked when she was not looking at him. Next he removed her bangles and then rings from her fingers. As he bared her hands, he took them between his own and pressed them in a way that conveyed his assurance, protection, desire, passion and demands at the same time. Geet was getting overwhelmed.

His hands went to her shoulders to free her dupatta form the pins which were holding it to her blouse. Geet gasped when he slipped his fingers inside her blouse at her shoulder. He took the pin out from both sides of her blouse deftly and removed the dupatta. He threw it on the floor. There was no way she could have reached it. She kept herself from closing her eyes, but could not look at him either. Her eyes were downcast. He had seen her in semi-dressed state earlier too, but this moment was different. She felt very vulnerable and her folded legs instinctively moved towards her upper body in an attempt to cover her. But he stopped her by touching her knees and instead of allowing her to curl up, he pushed her to lie down on the bed.

He planted a kiss on her exposed belly and said, “Baby! Aapke Papa aapki Mamma ko thoda pareshaan karne waale hain aaj. Thoda nahin, kaafi saara. Lekin aapko ghabrane ki koi zaroorat nahin hai. Mamma ko bhi achchha hi lagega. Waise bhi ye unki shararaton ki hi punishment hai. Aap aaram se so jaiye.”

Then he looked at Geet with eyes that seemed to tell her that he would eat her up there and then. She gathered her crumbling will power together and asked him in a broken and weak voice, “Aap.. baar baar… mujhe… darane ki… koshish kyon kar…”

He bent down and kissed her right arms several times before replying, “Main tumhein darane ki koshish nahin kar raha hoon Geet. Bas wahi kah raha hoon jo main karne waala hoon.”

She swallowed hard. Maan made her lie on her stomach and started kissing her on the spine starting from the small of her back. She fought to keep herself calm, but he just seemed to know how to drive her crazy. As he reached close to her blouse, she untied the multiple doris that were holding it in place, exposing her upper back too for him to devour. He continued the assault with his lips, tongue and teeth on her nape, sides of the neck and the shoulders.

She completely lost herself and called out his name, “Maan!”

Maan withdrew from her for a moment to ensure that she wasn’t uncomfortable. She took this chance to turn around. Once she was on her back, she reached out for his shoulders and pulled him close to herself, hugging him tight. He hugged back and smiled. He had succeeded in his designs on her. He had driven her to the edge and she was now going to be helpless in his arms. Consumed as much by desire as he himself was. It was going to be fun now, he told himself.

“Itni aasaani se nahin Geet,” He told her in a strangely sweet, menacing way, “Abhi tumhein aur tadapna hai, mujhe itne dinon tak tadpane ke liye.”

He continued to torture her, touching and kissing her all over, but not giving in to his own or her desires of consummation. He literally took her to the limits. He, himself, was getting to the limits in the process, but the fun was worth it. It was after an hour, that he showed some chances of relenting, when he finally kissed her on the lips. His kiss was so desperate and demanding that it gave away how much on the brink of giving in he himself was. After he broke the kiss, he whispered in her ears, “Ye kiss yaad rakhna Geet. Zindagi bhar. Achchha lagega.”

After that even if he wanted to torture her more, his own restraint gave way as they united with each other in a passionate consummation.

After a while, when they were lying in each other’s arms and their pantings had subsided a bit, she spoke, “Maan!”

“Kya hua Geet?”

“Ek baat poochhon?”

He turned towards her and said smilingly, “Agar mana karoonga to nahin poochhogi?”

“Abhi bhi chidhana zaroori hai?”

“Tumhein chidhana aur tumse jhagda karna bhi utna hi achchha lagta hai Geet jitna ki… tumse pyaar karna.”

He ended his sentence in such a suggestive tone that she blushed heavily and could not pretend to be irritated.

“Bolo Geet. Kya poochhna tha?”

“Aapne itna sab kyon plan kiya?”

“Kyonki Geet. Hamara ek sapna adhoora rah gaya tha, haalaton ki wajah se. Main use poora karna chahta tha.”

Geet smiled lovingly and snuggled up closer to him in almost a hug. He was obsessed about each of her dreams, wasn’t he?

They slept so peacefully that night as they had not done in ages.

– The End –

His instinctive reaction was to shake her up and ask her right away – Why! Why did she do that… But he had not completely lost his mind. Just a while back, in his aggression, he had hurt her. He shouldn’t be repeating that mistake. He couldn’t understand why it happened, but he realized that in his anger he became her assaulter, from her protector. Right now, he had to protect her from himself.

He tried his best to remain calm as he told her, “Kamre mein jao Geet. Tumhein aaraam ki zaroorat hai.”

Geet was surprised and scared. Why was he so calm? He should have bursted out with anger and questions for her. She suddenly remembered when he had become unexpectedly calm after the fiasco at his farmhouse party. He had planned to leave her forever then. What was he planning now? She was scared to death.

“Maan. Please meri baat suniye…”

Maan spoke angrily this time, although he consciously tried not to shout, “Tumne suna nahin maine kya kaha? Jao yahan se. Kamre mein jao.”

There was no scope for disobeying him. She would fuel his anger further if she did not listen to him. She moved backwards, scared to death, but unable to do anything.

He saw her receding figure and turned away. To get control over his thoughts and to release his anger, he started working out again.

Geet did not go back to her room. She hid behind a pillar, where he would not notice her and kept looking at him. She was feeling helpless and started crying. She pressed her mouth with her hands so that she did not make any noise. While she could not bring herself to leave him alone in this state, she could not afford to anger him further by making her presence felt either. She sank down on her knees and finally felt so exhausted and hopeless that she rested her back against the pillar and closed her eyes.

She stayed like that for around fifteen minutes, after which she felt someone’s presence, his presence around her. She opened her eyes and stood up startled. He was there watching her.

She got too scared thinking he would be angry that she did not listen to him, “Main… Maan… I am sorry. Main jati hoon.”

She turned to leave and got pulled back by his familiar, firm hands.

His voice reflected only pain when he asked, “Kyon Geet? Aisa kyon kiya tumne? Kyon madad maangne gayi usse? Us insaan se jiski shakal tak dekhna tumhein manzoor nahin hai!”

One of his hands was around her waist, and with the other he supported her at the upper back.

“Aapke blood group ka khoon kahin nahin mil raha tha Maan. Humne Delhi aur Chandigarh mein bhi pata karwaya tha. Meri saari ummeed khatm ho gayi thi Maan. Mere paas aur koi chaara nahin tha. Mujhe pata hai ki isse aapko bahut bura laga hai, bahut gussa aa raha hai, lekin mere liye aapki zindagi se badh kar kuchh nahin tha Maan. Dev se main jitni bhi nafrat karti hoon, usse bahut zyada aapse pyaar karti hoon. Maan ke bina Geet ka koi astitva nahin hai. Main apni nafrat ke liye aapki zindagi se kaise khel sakti thi?” she finally poured her heart out. She was still scared of his reaction, but simply by coming out clean to him, a huge burden had been lifted off her heart.

He pulled her in a hug. There were so many things he wanted to tell her. He wanted to tell her that no one can love the way she loved him. He wanted to tell her that how lucky he was to have her. He wanted to tell her that he was really sorry that due to him she had to feel indebted to the person she hated the most. But he had tears in his eyes and he would have choked on his words, if he had tried to voice these feelings. Somewhere he was sure that his Mishti understood the love, respect and gratitude he felt towards her. Not just for this sacrifice of her, but for every moment of happiness and love that she had brought in his life. He hoped that she was listening to his heartbeats right then and was able to hear all that was there in his heart.

And then a feeling of remorse took over. For how he had treated her earlier in the day. How insulted and humiliated she must have felt. Why did he do things in his anger that were a black mark on the sanctity of their relationship?

He broke the hug, cupped her face in his hands and said, “Geet. Mujhe maaf kar do. Maine kamre mein tumhare saath jaise behave kiya, mujhe nahin karna chahiye tha.”

“Maan. Aap aisa kah ke pyaar ke yaadgaar palon ko bura kyon bana rahe hain.” She blushed and lowered her eyes as she continued, “Pahli kiss to zindagi bhar yaad rakhne ki cheez hoti hai na?”

“Kis mitti ki bani ho Geet? Meri galtiyon mein bhi pyaar dekhti ho.”

“Auron ka nahin pata mujhe, par main to jaanti hoon ki us gusse mein pyaar ke alawa kuchh nahin tha. Sirf mere liye pyaar, sirf meri chinta,” she smiled looking into his eyes and then added to lighten the mood, “Haan! Bas agar aap mere haath aur kandhe na todein apni ye badi si majboot body ka fayda utha kar, to achchha rahega.”

Maan finally smiled. He was so overwhelmed that he did not know what should he do express himself. She was so much better at it than him. With immense love, he went ahead and picked her up in his arms.

“Maan – main bilkul theek hoon. Aapko mujhe utha kar le jaane ki zaroorat nahin hai.”

“Tumhein zaroorat nahin hogi Geet. Mujhe hai – tumhein apne paas rakhne ki, tumhein chhone ki!” He looked at her smiling and blushing face and fervently wished that he could find ways of expressing how much he needed to love her!

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He settled her on the bed and lovingly caressed her forehead and cheek.

“Geet. Ab tum so jao. Raat kaafi ho chuki hai. Aur tumhein aaraam ki zaroorat bhi hai. ”

“Aur aap?”

“Main doosre kamre ke bathroom mein ja kar shower le leta hoon, takin tumhari neend kharaab na ho.”

“Nahin! Mujhe abhi nahin sona hai. Aap mere paas baithiye.”

“Par Geet…”

“Main kuchh nahin sun rahi. Jab se Shimla se nikle hain, jaise pareshaaniyon ki baadh aa gai hai. Mujhe thodi der shaanti se aapke saath baithna hai.”

Maan smiled, “Theek hai begam sahiba. Aapka huqm sar-aankhon par!”

He settled himself beside her and started stroking and caressing her forehead.

“Ab main yahan hoon to tum kuchh bol nahin rahi ho.”

“Ye lo. Har waqt bolna zaroori hai kya. Khud hi to aap shikayat karte rahte ho ki kitna bak bak karti hoon main.”

“Tum bak bak karti ho to main shikayat karne ke liye to munh kholta hoon, warna Geet – mujhe to dhang se baat karna bhi nahin aata. Apne dil ki baat batana to bilkul nahin aata.”

“To kya hua main hoon na hum dono ke liye bolne ke liye.”

Both of them smiled.

Maan noticed some papers on the side table.

“Woh kya hain Geet?”

Geet was startled, “Woh… Kuchh nahin…”

“Kuchh kaise nahin…” Before Geet could do anything Maan reached out for the papers and started looking at them, “Test results? Woh to kal milne waale the.”

“Haan – par doctor ka phone aaya tha ki taiyaar ho gaye hain to main aaj hi le aayi.”

“Phone to hamesha mere mobile par aata hai.”

“Aap ka mobile engaged tha to unhone ghar ke landline par kiya tha.”

“Aur tumne mujhe abhi tak bataya kyon nahin.”

“Woh… main batane hi waali thi…”

As Maan went through the reports, his eyes glittered with happiness and naughtiness. Geet was biting her lips in shyness and nervousness.

“To ye baat hai, Geet! Tum mujhse bachna chahti thi?” The reports indicated that Geet as well as the baby was fine and there was no danger to either of them now.

“Nahin… woh.. Main… Batane hi waali thi…”

Maan put the papers away, turned to her, pulled her closer and asked in his heavy voice, “Kya batane waali thi Geet?”

“Woh.. Reports ke baare mein…”

“Kyon? Kya badal gaya reports ke aane se?” he paused to see her reaction. Her shyness made him tease her even more, “Bolo Geet. Ab saari bak-bak karne ki taqat kahan chali gayi?”

He moved forward to kiss her. She closed her eyes, but he backed off at the last moment.

She opened her eyes and looked at him in cofusion.

“Nahin Geet. Aise nahin. Hamari suhaag raat yaadgaar honi chahiye. Tum aaj aaraam kar lo.” He paused and added with a mischievous smile, “Zaroorat padegi.”

With this, he made her lie on the bed, ran his hand from her forehead over her eyes to make her close them and kissed on her eyes.

He went out to another bathroom to take his shower and looked at the watch. He still had time to make calls and arrange things for tomorrow.

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To be continued

Note on the OS

This is a different look at how Maan finds out and reacts to the fact that Dev donated blood to save his life.

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Geet entered the room to find Maan pacing up and down in the room. His anger was scaring her to death. But it was not clear to her what was the best way out. Maan wanted the truth. She wanted to tell him the truth. But she was scared of his reaction. He might get even more angry and frustrated if he got to know the truth of blood donation. What if he took it out on Dev? As much as she hated Dev, she was heavily indebted to him for saving Maan’s life. If Dadi Ma wanted him to stay in Khurana Mansion until he recovers, she should ensure that. That much she owed to him.

But all this at the cost of giving pain to Maan. Her heart cried out. What was she to do? She knew his anger. And it pained her when she was unable to calm him down.

He noticed her and came to her immediately. Holding her at the shoulder, he pinned her to the wall near the door. His eyes were fiery with anger and aggression. He was hurting her, but she could not complain.

“Kya baat hui hai tumhari us insaan se jo tum itni badal gayi ho? Aakhir kiya kya hai usne?”

His anger had scared her so much that even if she wanted to, she was unable to say anything to him in reply. She was literally shaking from fear. She looked down and silently cried.

“Kyon meri kissi baat ka jawaab nahin hai tumhare paas Geet? Kyon nazarein nahin mila pa rahi ho mujhse? Aisa kya ho gaya hai?”

Still no reply.

His frustration knew no bounds and he became even more aggressive.

“Meri taraf dekho Geet,” he ordered, not requested, in a rising voice. She was forced to look at him. If she was shaking in fear, his entire body was shaking with anger.

A look into her eyes and his possessiveness acquired maddening proportions. The mere thought that she was keeping something from him stirred some of his deep seated insecurities, although he knew better than to doubt her fidelity. He felt a primitive, animalistic urge to mark her as his own.

His lips moved closer to hers and his hands tigheted their grip on her shoulder, pushing her against the wall with even more force. It hurt her so much that she cried out his name, “Maan!”

But in his mad rage he mistook it to be her resistance towards his approaching kiss. He lost any human restraint that was still there in him. He jerked her body, pulling her close to him, wrapping his left arm around her. His grip was so tight that she could not even have moved a bit. Thankfully it was not hurting her like earlier.

With the other arm, he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. She did not resist it and that ensured that she was not hurt.

“Tumhein mere kareeb aane se problem hai Geet? Rok sakti ho mujhe?” he hissed and assaulted her exposed neck with his lips and tongue.

If anyone else would have touched her in this manner, she would have felt disgusted and would have revolted. But with Maan – she understood this animal in him. His first and the last concern in the world was Geet. It may not have been an ideal manifestation of the concern, but this was just his way. She also hoped that it would calm down his anger a bit.

And if she meant the world to him, even he had a hold over her that defied any rationale. Even in this situation with him being so angry, and her being so scared, his touch was affecting her. Even if her brain had asked her to resist, her body would not let her. Her breathing became heavy as he furiously kissed, licked and nibbled on her neck, earlobes, shoulders, cheeks, chin, eyes and forehead. She would have lost her balance when he attacked her lips, except for the support his arms were providing. The long, demanding kiss left her breathless. ‘First kiss,’ she marked the moment permanently in her mind.

She was unstable when he finally withdrew from the kiss. As he looked at her tear-stained, dishevelled face, something struck him. He suddenly came back to his senses, left her and took a step back. She had to support herself against the wall when he left her. The anger and aggressiveness of his face disappared and was replaced by shock, which in turn was replaced by pain, disgust and disbelief. He stared at her for a moment and then suddenly left the room. It took her a while to regain composure and think about what had just happened.

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By the time Geet recovered, Maan had left the room. Where would he have gone? She thought for a moment and she knew exactly where to look for him.

He was her husband now and and she should have been used to his closeness, his body and its effects on her. Yet when she saw him practising Tai-Chi, it had the same effect on her as was the case when she had seen him like this for the first time. She gasped. The difference was that then she was scared of the feelings and desires his well-toned body and his graceful moves evoked in her. This time she could give in to them. She forgot about all the issues, all the tension they had to tackle. For those few moments, she forgot about everything that was bothering them. She walked towards him in a trance.

Strangely though he did not notice her. He was too absorbed with himself. He was done with Tai-chi and was doing stomach crunches lying on the floor. She observed him for couple of seconds. Suddenly she noticed the furiousness of his crunches and it brought her out of her trance.

He seemed totally oblivious to his surroundings, even of what he himself was doing. The crunches were so fast and furious that even with his training and practice, they could have hurt his body. Geet sensed trouble and called his name to bring him out of his thoughts. But he did not listen to her. She got scared and cried out loud, “Maan!”

He heard her this time. He looked blank for a moment as if he was not able to understand what was going on. And the he looked at her. Her eyes were filled with tears of concern and worry.

Maan got up. “Kya hua Geet?” he asked in a concerned and calm voice.

She did not reply, instead just stared at him for a few seconds. Then went ahead and hugged him tight putting her arms around his bare upper body.

Maan was confused, but responding to her hug was his natural reaction. He closed his eyes feeling her so close to himself and tightened his grip around her body. Both of them lost a sense of time as they stayed in that hug for at least a minute or two before breaking it.

It was Maan who became conscious first, broke the hug and stepped back creating some physical distance between them. He looked at Geet and figured that she was calm now.

She first needed to clear his immediate misunderstanding, but she suddenly became conscious of their closeness and his bare body. She stuttered, “Maan… Woh… abhi maine… kamre mein… main aapko rok nahin… rahi thi…”

“I am sorry Geet. Maine phir se tumhare saath galat…”

“Nahin. Nahin Maan. Aap sorry kyon kah rahe hain? Ye to…” she hesitated, but added with lowered eyes, “aapka haq hai. Main bas ye kah rahi thi ki main aapko rok nahin rahi thi. Aapne zor se pakad rakha tha to mujhe dard ho raha tha – isliye…”

“Kya? Geet tum theek to ho na? Tumne kuchh kaha kyon nahin Geet? Nahin – mujhe khud hi dhyaan rakhna chahiye tha. I am sorry Geet. Tum theek to ho…”

“Maan!” she interrupted, “Main bilkul theek hoon. Aap please shaant ho jaiye.”

They both were silent for a few seconds. Maan broke the silence.

“Geet tum kamre mein ja kar aaraam karo.”

“Mujhe aapke sawalon ke jawaab dene hain Maan. Aap please…”

“Nahin Geet. Main pahle hi tumhein bahut pareshaan kar chuka hoon. Mujhe kuchh nahin poochhna hai tumse. Doctor ne tumhein stree-free rakhne ko kaha hai aur main tumhara khayal rakhne ki jagah tumhare saath…”

Tears again clouded her eyes as she raised her hand to cover his lips and shut him up, “Bas Maan! Khud ko blame karna band kijiye. Mujhe pata hai ki aap gussa hain. Aur agar aapko gussa aa raha hai to khud par mat nikaliye. Mujhpe gussa kijiye. Yahi sahi bhi hai. Saare problems ki wajah main hi to hoon.”

“Geet. Aisa kyon kah rahi ho? Aisi kya problem aa gayi hai, jisne tumhein…?”

“Meri zidd thi, meri galti thi jiski wajah se woh accident hua aur aapki jaan khatre mein pad gayi…”

“Phir se ye baat kyon Geet? Maine kaha tha na tumse ki tumne hi meri jaan bachayi bhi hai.”

“Maine aapki jaan nahin bachayi hai Maan. Main bacha hi nahin sakti thi.”

Maan looked at her questioningly and did not say anything.

“Aapki jaan… Aapki jaan apna khoon de kar… Dev ne bachayi hai.”

Did he hear that right? Dev? She had to take Dev’s help to save his life. He felt like his entire world had come crashing down. He was indebted to that low-life for saving his life. Why did Geet do that? Why Dev? Why not someone else?

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To be continued