A more than 8 months pregnant Geet sat in the mandir of the hospital, praying her babaji to save her husband.
Yes she was mad at him, but there was a lot more punishment still in store for him, babaji couldn't just take him away from her and her children!
"Plz babaji, plz mere suhaag ko bachalo!
Plz... main unse kitni bhi nafrat ka dikhava kyun na kar loon, main unke bina nahi jee paaoongi!
3 saal jab main unse door rahi thi, tab kamse kam is baat ki tasalli to thi ki woh ek dum theek hain!
Aap mera saath itna bada annyay nahin kar sakte!
Mere bacchon ki khatir babaji!
Aap chahen, to meri jaan le li jiye, par unhe theek kar dijiye!
Unhone mere saath jo galti ki, woh jaane anjaane mein ki, is sab mein unki itni galti nahin thi jitni unhe sazaa mili hai!
Main bhi toh ab tak unse rookha bartaav kar rahi thi!
Kya itni sazaa kaafi nahin hai!
Kya ab bhi aur sazaa ki gunjaaish hai!
Woh bahaut acche hain babaji!
Unhe ek mauka to dijiye!
Unhe aaj tak mauka hi nahi mila apni acchai sabit karne ka, ek acchi zindagi jeene ka. Har baar kuch na kuch bura ho jaata hai unke saath!
Meher karo babaji, meher karo..."
that was when the doctor came and told her that Maan was out of danger...
"Yeh kya haal bana liya hai aapne apna!
Dekhiye kya haalat ho gayi hai!
Agar gaadi dekh ke nahin chala sakte to driver rakh lijiye na!
Aap ko pata hai main kitna ghabra gayi thi!
Aap ko is haalat mein dekh kar maano jaan nikal gayi thi meri.
Jaanti hoon ki itne dinon se rookha bartaav kar rahi hoon aapke saath, par iska matlab yeh to nahin hai ki aap is tarah mujhse uska badla lenge!
Daant diya hotha, ki Geet, bas karo apna naatak!
Pehle bhi to daant diya karte the!
Yeh sab karne ki kya zroorat thi
Maan said to his bitterly crying wife, perched besides him on the bed.
Geet's face was completely red from crying, and her eyes swollen.
She had been crying ever since she got the news of his accident, and the pregnancy hormones were just making it worse.
"Kitna bolti ho tum", Maan whispered in a feeble voice.
"Baby bhi pet mein apne kaan band kar leta hoga!
Pareshaan ho jata hoga apni mummy ki bak-bak se!"
and with this said he made Geet lie down besides him on the bed, and took her weeping form in his arms.
He protectively circled her bump with his one arm.
No more words were required to be said.
They both knew that all was going to be well.
Maan had come home, and now he too was cut off from work.
Geet had also put her foot down.
He was not to move from the bed while she fussed over him.
Though the doctor had said that he was fine, and a few days' rest would complete the healing process, Geet would have none of it.
Maan on the other hand was thoroughly enjoying all this attention from his lovely wife.
She would feed him, bathe him, and put him to sleep.
Yes, they were now both sleeping on the same bed.
Not to mention that they'd talk all day long.
Geet had become her chatter box self again, and would talk Maan to insanity.'
Everyone was very happy at this change.
And though an accident is not to be celebrated, everyone except Geet was thankful to it.
It was just the push needed to get her to cenfess her feelings for him.
And as Maan was recovering, he was getting naughtier.
When no one was around he'd kiss her senseless.
Misbehave with his hands that always wound up under her clothes, and at times would even tease her in front of Roshni.
Roshni was very happy at the budding love between her parents, and her mommy's huge belly amused her to no extent.
Bua's was smaller than this, as she had noticed.
In a few days' time Maan was completely fine.
But he had been enjoying this sick leave so much that he refused to go back to the office.
As a result Yash, Meera, Rahul and Adi were now working over time and holidays too.
Though he'd occasionally call and reprimand the staff of negligence, which kept them on their toes.
Then one day Geet cried out in pain, and soon after delivered a beautiful baby brother for Roshni.
They were now proud parents of two very naughty kids.
That was PART 43
Hope you enjoyed
Edited by mirnalini - 02 June 2011 at 1:46am