Strangers:A Maaneet fic.

Posted: 13 years ago
Those of you who were in the Kayamath forum may have read this fanfic which I had written for Michi.  Although I had written nearly half a dozen fanfics on Michi, this is one of fics closest to my heart.  It was also one of the most controversial one because not many liked the basic message I was trying to convey through it.  Looking back, I think this fic would suit Maaneet more given the basic story line of this show.  As I am pretty lazy, all I did was replace the names of the main characters without changing anything else in the original version.  Please give your feedback, both good as well as bad and let me know if I should continue. Here are the first two parts.
 
 
Strangers

 

Part 1

 

The train had reached Kalyan station and slowed down to a halt. He looked out of his compartment window, disinterestedly scanning the people on the platform who rushed to get into their respective compartments when suddenly his eye caught sight of a young lady in a bright red lehenga, with loads of jewellery on her person and an air bag slung on her shoulder. He could not see her face clearly as she was frantically turning her head from side to side apparently looking for someone in one of the many compartments of the train. Just as the train was pulling out of the station, he saw her jump into his compartment. He turned his attention back to the magazine he held in his hand as the train gained momentum and sped along.   A few minutes later he put aside the magazine and went to wash his hands so that he can have the breakfast that his aunt painstakingly packed for him before he left early that morning to catch the train from VT station, a good 60 kilometres away from her place at Virar. As he walked up to the wash basin, he felt a strong gust of wind blowing through the open door of the compartment. Turning his head he saw the back of the young woman in lehenga whom he had noticed earlier on the platform. She was standing close to the open door. Presuming that she was standing there to get some breeze, he proceeded to the basin and pressed the tap open to wash his hands when he noticed from the corner of his eye that the young woman was leaning out of the compartment and was preparing to jump out. Jerking his head in her direction in alarm, he sprung to her side in a fraction of a second and catching her by her wrist he pulled her in forcefully. Just then the train pulled into a tunnel, so he could not see her face. Gritting his teeth he lashed out at the unknown woman in pitch darkness.

 

 
"Are you crazy? Why do you want to kill yourself? What is so unbearable that you should take such a drastic irretrievable step? Do you even understand the value of life? Do you know that death is not a solution to whatever problem you may be having?"
 
 
He did not know why he was furious with a complete stranger but he couldn't stop his tirade. He then dragged her to his empty coupe and pushed her on the seat opposite him. The train had pulled out of the tunnel and he could see her face now. Her angelic face was tear-stained. Her dark brown almond eyes looked fearfully at him as she tried hard to blink back the tears which threatened to brim over again. Her pink supple lips quivered in fear and anguish.  He was about to apologise for his harsh behaviour when the ticket collector entered the compartment.

 

"Newlyweds?" he enquired genially. Before he could dispel the notion, the man continued "Congratulations." He then took the ticket that the woman held in her hand and ticking the two names on the ticket, he smiled at them and wished them a happy married life and left as suddenly as he came in.   

 

He looked back at her again. She bent her head down, not wanting to meet his searing gaze.  She suddenly got up and rushed out. Cursing under his breath, he immediately followed her, fearing that she was about to try jumping out again but instead of going to the door she went to the basin and bending her head, she puked in it.  He stood behind her, not knowing what to do.  After a few minutes she lifted her head and washed her mouth. She returned to her seat and slumped on it. He tried talking to her to find out what her problem was but she shut herself up, refusing to divulge anything about herself. He gave up after some time but kept a watchful eye on her to ensure that she does not indulge in another suicide attempt. He took out his breakfast and offered it to her but she shook her head in the negative. Shrugging his shoulders he went ahead and had his breakfast, wiping his hands in his handkerchief as he did not want to leave her alone even for a minute.

 

Once they reached Pune, he got up and pulled his suitcase from under the seat and was about to leave when he noticed that the young woman was still seated, her head dropping to one side as she had dozed off.  Shaking her awake he asked her where she had to go. She looked at him in confusion.  He realised then that she had nowhere to go and was apprehensive that she might resort to suicide again if left to herself. Making up his mind in a split second, he caught hold of her wrist and pulled her up. Taking the airbag which lay next to her, he slung it on his shoulder, picked up his suitcase with the other hand and still holding her wrist, he said that he was taking her with him to his house.  She tried to protest but seeing his angry glare she bit back her words. He dragged her to the door where there were only a couple of other passengers ahead of them.

 

Getting off the train he made his way out of the station with the young woman in tow. His driver came running towards him and took the suitcase and airbag from him. He then turned towards the young woman next to his master and looked back at him quizzically. His master, however, was in no mood to answer his silent query.  Proceeding to the car, he opened the back door for her and waited till she got in before going over to the other side to take his own seat next to her.

 
When they reached his palatial house, he got off his car and opened the door of the car for her to step out. He then escorted her to the front door and rang the bell. The door was opened by an elderly gentleman who enveloped him in his arms.

"Welcome home, beta", he said warmly and turning to his side he looked at the vision in red in shock.

"Who is this?" he asked.

Before his son could respond he continued, "So SHE is my bahu. How come you did not tell me you were bringing her home?"

 

Even as his son looked in shock, the old man took hold of the hand of the young woman and gladly led her into the house. "Come in beti, this is your house from today. How long I have been waiting for this day," he said in relief and contentment. He followed his father, wringing his hands, wondering what to say and how to explain.   

 

Part 2

 

His father had taken just a couple of steps when all of a sudden the woman swooned and crumbled to the floor. Both his father and he rushed to her side in alarm. He took her on his lap and tapped her cheeks but she did not regain consciousness.

 

"Ramu kaka, please get some water," he shouted out.

 

Ramu kaka rushed in with a glass of water and handed it to him. Taking it, he sprinkled some water on her face.  She slowly fluttered her eyelids open and looked around. As he made her sip the water slowly, his father asked him to take her to his room. Absentmindedly he nodded his head and carried her to his room and laid her on his bed. She sprung up almost immediately, rushed to the bathroom and threw up yet again in the basin.  By now his father was very concerned and asked him to call the doctor. He whipped out his cell and called their family doctor. Within twenty minutes the doctor was examining the young woman he brought home. 

 

"How is my bahu, doctor?" asked his father, concern written all over his face. 

 

"Congratulations, Mr.Khurana. You are going to become a grandfather."

 

The two men were taken aback hearing the news. Recovering first, Mr.Khurana hugged his son tight with tears of joy in his eyes.

 

"Maan, you are faster than I thought! I have been troubling you to bring home a bahu for a long time and you not only brought her home but are now giving me a grandchild as well! Not that I am complaining!" 

 

 

From over his father's shoulder Maan stared at the young woman, who stared back at him petrified. For a minute his brain froze, refusing to act. When he could finally think again he realised there was no way out now. He had to continue the charade for a little while longer till he can get to speak with her in private. He cannot break the truth to his father just yet.  His thoughts flew back to how he got into this situation in the first place.

 

His father had been pestering him to get married ever since he went abroad to complete a course on advanced business administration after working in their family business concern for five years. However, he himself did not have much faith in the institution of marriage.  In his twenty eight years of existence he had seen far too many unhappy or broken marriages among his friends and was unwilling to give up his cherished bachelorhood for it. So when his father gave him an ultimatum, saying that he was arranging his wedding as soon as he gets back to India, he lied that he was already married to one of his juniors in college. He told him that she will not be able to join him for another couple of years as she had to complete her studies. Although his father was annoyed with him at first, he accepted his lie, asking him to bring home his bahu as soon as she completes her studies.

 

 

Now you may wonder what he will do at the end of two years. Well, Maan was an impulsive guy who never thought through his acts. He has always lived his life dangerously. This was both a boon as well as a bane. While he could immediately circumvent the problem at hand with his spur of the moment decisions, he ended up creating a hundred new problems in its wake. He, however, always managed to come out with equally ingenious quick fix solutions to them as and when he faced them. So he was confident of wriggling out of his self created problem when the time comes to face it. Little did he think that he could end up tying himself in tighter knots.

His father walked up to the woman and sat on the bed. He gave her his blessings, even as she stared back at him in shock.

"Geet beta, don't worry about anything. I know your parents are no more but we are there to take care of you. Aren't we, Maan?" he turned to face his son. 

 

Maan nodded his head and gave a sheepish smile. Getting up from the bed, Mr.Khurana asked his son and his bahu to freshen up before they can have lunch together and left them to their privacy. As soon as they were alone, Maan walked up to her purposefully.

"Who are you?" he asked her bluntly.

She kept quiet and bent her head down. He took hold of her shoulders and shook her.

 

"Answer me, damn it. Who are you and why did you attempt to take away your life? Is the baby the reason? Are you an unwed mother-to-be? Why are you dressed up like a bride? Did you run away from your wedding? Why?" He raised his voice in annoyance.

 

She continued to maintain a deafening silence, frustrating him further.

 

"Will you not answer me?" he yelled and lifted her chin roughly so that her eyes met his.


He saw her tormented eyes brimming with tears. He knew then that his guesses were quite close to the mark.  The woman was in more serious problems than he initially assumed her to be in. If he were to reveal the truth to his father, she will have to leave the house and in all probability was likely to try killing herself again and this time may even be successful in it. Maybe he can send her off to some social welfare organisation for destitute women, but then what will become of the child? Would she be forced to abort it? Even if she brings it into this world, what will be the baby's status other than that of an illegitimate child? Although he barely knew the woman, somehow he was uncomfortable with both the possibilities. He did not want the baby to lose its life or be brought up as a b*****.  He thought for a moment and, in keeping with his spontaneous and brash behaviour, came up with another spur of the moment decision.

 

Sitting beside her, he said in a gentler tone, "Look here. You do not have to answer any of my questions but can I at least know your name?"

"Geet," she whispered, looking intently at the pattern on the bedspread.

"No, not what my dad called you. What is YOUR name?"

She gave him a baffled look. "My name is Geet. Geet Handa."

 

He threw up his hands and muttered, "I don't believe this. Talk of coincidences." She did not understand what he was saying. Actually when he lied about having married his junior in college, his father had wanted to know the name of the girl. Just then someone was calling out to a Geet in the campus and he blurted it out into the phone, not realising then that the woman he will one day bring home will possess that very name.


Not elaborating further, he then told her that she will stay with him as his wife till the birth of her child.  That way the baby can take his name as the father.  Soon after that he will pick up a huge quarrel with her and she can leave the house in that pretext. He will ensure that the baby's future is secure by setting aside enough funds for his/her upbringing and education.

 

She looked at him incredulously as if he was crazy.

"I know what you are thinking. You are wondering what is there in this for me, is it not? Don't worry I am not expecting you to fulfil any wifely duties. Inside this room we are perfect strangers.  I can assure you that I will not violate you in any manner whatsoever. My father was desperate to get me married. I am not the marrying kind but I lied that I am already married in order to get him off my back. He now thinks you are the girl I married.  I do not want to disillusion him.  If he continues to believe what he does now, I am safe for at least a year. After you leave I can always cite that as an excuse to show how I am not cut out for marriage as I could not hold on to one good woman. That way I can continue to remain single. Hopefully the old man will not hound me after that."

 

She looked at him sceptically.  He continued, "Well, I need to have a bath. Take your time mulling over my proposal. When I come out, I hope you will give me a positive response."

 

She sat on the bed rigidly and wondered what to do.  The last 24 hours had been one hell of an emotional roller coaster for her.  She did not have any way out of the horrible situation she had got herself into.  Her baby has no father and will be branded for life as a b***** if it did not have a father's name. While she was willing to live with the stigma of an unwed mother, was she willing to subject her child to a life of illegitimacy? Is that not the reason why she tried to take away her life in the first place? But then in doing so she was also about to deprive her child of its right to live.  Does she have that right?  What was her alternative? Living with this complete stranger as his wife? What does she know of his character? Nothing. But something in his eyes told her that she can trust him. After all the guy is living with his father who seemed to be a kind soul. He cannot be all that bad. Moreover, if it had not been for him she would have been dead by now, a victim of her own foolish act.

 

 

Just then she heard the door open.  He came out of the bathroom, a large towel wrapped around his waist, rubbing his hair vigorously with another towel.

"So, what have you decided?" he asked her nonchalantly.

Averting her gaze from his well muscled bare chest, she nodded her head and said that she will stay.

 

"Good," he said brusquely and throwing a fresh towel at her, he proceeded to slip into his pyjamas, turning away from her. "You can have your bath and change into something less flashy. I'll wait for you downstairs." With that he banged the door shut on his way out.



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Parts 4 and 5 -> Page 7


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Part 8 - > Page 16

Part 9 -> Page 18

Part 10-> Page 20

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Part 12->Page 25

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Part 15: ->Page 28

Part 16:-> Page 29

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Part 18:-> Page 31

Edited by Opti - 13 years ago
Posted: 13 years ago

Hey Opti,

Really great fic you have got her. Really hoping that the girl is Geet and the boy is Maan.
 
Please continue soon and please add me to your PM list if you have one.😃
 
Nidhi
Posted: 13 years ago
Originally posted by MeetPremeer


Hey Opti,

Really great fic you have got her. Really hoping that the girl is Geet and the boy is Maan.
 
Please continue soon and please add me to your PM list if you have one.😃
 
Nidhi
 
Thanks Nidhi.  Looks like you are the only one to have got back with your comment.  I am posting the second part of the story.  Lets see if it generates anymore interest, then I will continue.
Posted: 13 years ago

Hey Opti

Really nice, please do continue
 
Nidhi
Posted: 13 years ago
Originally posted by MeetPremeer


Hey Opti

Really nice, please do continue
 
Nidhi
 
Thanks Nidhi.  I guess the serious nature of this story is not going too well with the rest of the forum, going by the response (or rather the lack of it).  Anyway, if there is not much interest in it, I can always PM you the rest of the story even if I do not continue posting them here. 
Posted: 13 years ago
really nyc start opti.. (sorry don't knoe ur name)........
please add me to ur PM list............😊
Posted: 13 years ago

I've had to stop myself reading the FFs of this forum, simply because because recent responsibilities have left me with no time to indulge in reading.😳

But after starting this I'm having to sit here and beg you to continue!  The storyline is very intriguing and I personally can't wait to see what happens next, as cliche as that sounds!😆
Posted: 13 years ago

hey gr8 FF.if u plan to continue, pls add me to ur PM list..................

 
reva
Posted: 13 years ago
Me like! Me luvin' it infact! Go ahead kiddo, take it to the next level!
Posted: 13 years ago
Originally posted by sweetcherry96


really nyc start opti.. (sorry don't knoe ur name)........
please add me to ur PM list............😊


Thanks sweetcherry.  As my sotry is already complete, I guess, I'll just keep posting one part after another every day.  So you can check back.

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