She was shaking! Like something trying to stole her dead soul way. The whole room was shivering with her thought. Shivering with her pain... Geet closed her eyes. Closed her ears with both hand. She couldn't take this... Maan bangs in.... Coming right close holding her by hair- what's wrong with you? What's wrong?
Maan felt remorse by holding the hair... Reminding him back at those old days... He wasn't sure what just happened to him... Or sure why he have done that... He looked deep in her eyes... he noticed something that he never have before... Something that he never experienced before... Probably because he never cared enough to see in to those deep eyes. Not cared enough to look at her dark brown eyes, but today! He could see the pain of his sudden pull... She still tried to show like nothing effecting her... But maan knew the grip was hurting her... He loosens... His angry face melts by seeing her in pain... He blinks... Trying to re adjust his eyes. He have never seen this torment before... How could he fail to realize that Everytime he heald her hair like this it was hurting her! But why she never fought back that it hurts her!
Geet looks back like she could read his every expression. Asking... You never listened! Its too late mow! But why are you showing care now... Geet ignored the unanswered experiment that she was reading like a book... She liked it... She liked his questioning eyes.... Helping her to breath... She was smiling within her self.. Smirking!
Maan could read the questioning eyes... Or was it a questionning eye... It felt like she was just reflecting his thought back... Maan concentrated from one eyes to another. They were so beautiful. He didn't like the glimpse of pain. He hated it... & more that he just hurt her!...
Maan- did my grip hurt you? He asked in pain.... Same as her.... He was angry just few minute ago then what now? Why he is not angry anymore... Why that anger replaced by her small painful eyes!... He looked back over & over again... Loving the sensetattion of this feeling he held for her... But at the same time that pain... That just small glimpse of pain... He concentrated further... Concentrated deep down... He was getting lost... It's a maze... Maze of his love... Like someone testing his patient....
Maan strolled her cheek... Along with his questioning eyes to her... There was passion.... A sub conscious... It's like he have no control over this passion... No matter what he thinks this sub conscious unwillingly will start to love her.... Was that there? Always? He asked him self... But he wanted to ignore that thought and wanted to love her... Just love her...
He brought her more close...
Geet noticed that spark of lie & pushed him way. Maan was shocked. Not sure how to react... He didn't want to force because this will give her greater pain which means... He will be in pain. Just from that slight glimpse on her eyes... He felt remorse... How will he try to control this.
Geet didn't utter a word. Maan slowly left. He didn't like the feeling. He wanted to see her. Be in front of her... Wanted her in-front of him....
He looks back. Geet was still the same place. Holding her ground. Telling him het decision still the same. He looked for a slight movement! But he failed. She stood there like a statue.
Maan felt something. The thing it was hunting him was her eyes. He looks at his hand and bashes in-between his car door. His whole body screamed in pain.... But not even Uff! Came out of his mouth. How dare this hand touches & gives her pain... Because in return it's hurting him.... Maans hand was bleeding. He could feel the torment that was driving his body insane... But still no sound. His hand was broken. He drove with the pain. Tears rolled down his eyes... But still he didn't make a sound... Only thing he could add up... This hand just done a sine... This hand just hurt the presses thing that belongs to Geet. His heart... his heart.... It was painful....
He walks in to his room bar... Glumps down... Drink after drink... He couldn't bare the pain... His hand was still bleeding... He knew well drinking alcohol will only loose his sense & will end up hurting him self physically further.... Knuckle was broken... Some deep cut... It was bleeding badly. Maan knew well he will faint any time soon... Very soon... He could barely see the bottle... But still he drunk... Something was hurting him... Something deep was hurting him. He hated the feeling... He hatted the guts... His head was spinning as he stood up to make somewhere.... Somewhere to sleep.... Somewhere to feel geet..... But... B..b......................
Maan lands on the floor. Drop dead. Whole room was spinning... He could barely see now... So faint... So dull.... He hatted him self... He deserve this... How could this hand heart her so much? How couldn't he see that pain when every time he pulled her hair.... How could she effect him so much? How strong is this love? ... How strong is this remorses.... His unconscious brain wondered.... But remorses for what? Her painful eyes started to haunt him.... Why her eyes was hunting him? Why..... Maan lost it....
Geet sat there. In her room. Why she was felling happy today? What type of felling... But she loved it within. She felt satisfied some reason. & his smell.... It didn't bothered her as much like in that car... Or his house. She was glad. She wondered why he stopped... Why he questioned her?
Ani walks in maans room.... Finding him bleeding on the floor.. Half dead.... She quickly checks his heart beat...... It have stopped......'.
Originally posted by: holyangelis ur 20 min not over...😡
ohhh dont tell me u slept again on ur lapi....😆
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