Past Resurfaces (Part 6)

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

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

“Aisa kyon?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kaisi madad?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Pammi?” Maan asked in surprise.

“Aap jaante hain unhein?”

“Pammi Dev ki Ma hai.”

“Dev ki Ma hai matlab, aap…”

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

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

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

“Par woh apne bete ke khilaaf kyon jaayengi?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Geet smiled and leaned on to him.

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

“Us guesthouse se jahan woh log ruke the.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Main us waqt wahin tha Geet.”

“Kya?”

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

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

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

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

“Sorry Geet.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be continued

Past Resurfaces (Part 5)

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

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

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

“Kya? Lekin maine to…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She nodded in reply.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maan was thoroughly enjoying teasing her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be continued

Past Resurfaces (Part 4)

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

“Maan…”

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

“Nakul!”

“Ji Chhote Sahab.”

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

“Ground floor par? Office mein?”

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

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

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

“Kya? Aise office ke is hall mein?”

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

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

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

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

“Maan. Aap yahan nahin rahenge.”

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

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

“Lekin Geet…”

“Main yahan so jaungi.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ji?” Munshi Ji was taken aback.

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

“Ji Chhote Sahab.”

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

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

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

“Maan?” She sat up as she said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Geet. Tum…”

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

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

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

“Sir, aap abhi yahan kyon aaye hain?”

“Kyon? Mere aane par koi pabandi hai?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Geet nodded and blushed.

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

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

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

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

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

To be continued

Past Resurfaces (Part 3)

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

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

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

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

“Par…”

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But Geet held his hand as he tried to leave.

“Kya hua Geet?”

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

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

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

“Maan! Ye sab ho kya raha hai?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kyon?”

“Jo poochha hai uska jawaab do.”

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

“Main abhi aata hoon Dadi Ma!”

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

“Theek hai.”

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

“Bro?”

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

“Bro ye aap kya kar rahe hain?”

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

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

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

Just then Dadi Ma and Nayantara entered the room.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be continued

Past Resurfaces (Part 2)

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

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

“Geet! Sab theek to hai?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kya?”

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

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

“Main aayi thi aapke paas…”

“Kya?”

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

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

“Dev?” He asked her in disbelief.

She nodded, still not able to speak anything.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He rushed back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be continued

Past Resurfaces (Part 1)

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Note on the OS

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Neend nahin aa rahi Geet?”

She nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

The next morning Geet was discharged.

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

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

“Kya hua Geet? Ismein kya pareshaani hai?”

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

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

Meanwhile, Dev and Nayantara were having a restless conversation.

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

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

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

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

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

“Nayantara,” Dev shouted.

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

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

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

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

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

“Tum theek kah rahi ho Nayantara.”

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

“Theek hai.”

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

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

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

“Dekho Geet, koi kitna bhi achchha ho…”

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

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

To be continued

Distance of Age (Part 4)

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

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

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

Geet nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Maan… Aap…”

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

Geet looked down, shy and nervous.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Maan please…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kyon nahin ho sakta?”

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

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

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

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

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

– The End –

Distance of Age (Part 3)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ji Dadi Ma. Woh bathroom mein hain.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Maan.”

“Hmm”

“Aap gussa hain?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be continued

Distance of Age (Part 2)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Geet… Tumne…”

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

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

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

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

“Kyon?”

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

“Nahin sudhrenge na aap? Kabhi nahin…”

“Geet!”

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

“Geet. Main…”

“Chup kijiye aap. Bilkul chup.”

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

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

“Geet…”

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

“Of course manoonga Geet. I am sorry.”

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

To be continued

Distance of Age (Part 1)

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“Lekin Maan yahan do hi pillars achchhe lagenge.”

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

“Oh! Ye kaise pata chalta hai?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kya achchha nahin lag raha hai?”

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

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

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

“Hmm…”

“Haan aur hmm mat kijiye.”

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

“Padhai?”

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

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

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

“Lekin Dadi Ma maanengi?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi! I am Malini. Malini Biswas.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kyon yaar?”

“Maan mera intezaar karenge ghar par.”

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

Geet blushed and smiled, but did not say anything.

“To tu Maan ko bhi saath le na?”

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

“How boring!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be continued