Geet - Hui Sabse Parayee


Geet - Hui Sabse Parayee
Geet - Hui Sabse Parayee

MANEET FF Dancing from the ashes - cchp32 33 updtd (Page 9)

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Chapter 26: The Eyes have it...!!

It was only after Annie left that they realized how ridiculous a proposition they had agreed upon. But , it was a mutual decision to be lenient with the other and to take important steps only after the other's consent.


Maan entered the studio early in the morning. Vicky had filled in the group with the details , not mentioning the details, but letting them know that Maan was taking his place, with his consent. They were annoyed, understandably, but they didn't say much. Maan's reputation had preceded him.

He found the main leading  troupe sitting on the floor awaiting his arrival. They were the dancers who assisted Vicky when it came to choreography, and teaching. His trusted gang.The expressions that he saw ranged from hostile to curious to plain indifferent.

''Hi,', he said in general. ''I'm assuming Vicky has informed you about our 2 month arrangement''.

There was no response in any form. It was time to take up his 'Maan Singh Khurana' demeanour.

He started with a speech that was general in nature, about all the things related to the studio, one that touched all areas of administration, performance and work...he had delivered speeches like this scores of times. He had purposely indulged in such babble, so as to                                    ensure their attention on his high flung words , while he minutely observed them.

His eyes flicked over their faces, turn by turn.

The first to be seated was a dainty looking girl. Her hair was done up in a short pony tail and expressive eyes adorned her face. She sat with one arm resting over a the  knee of the boy who sat behind her. She seemed to be curious, cause she listened intelligently to every word Maan uttered.

The boy behind her looked happily at Maan, He was tall and wiry looking, with a happy expression on his face. Maan wondered if any of his speech was reaching him...his face however showed open friendliness and amiability. His eyes twinkled at times and seemed to drift away at others, while he unconsciously played with the girl's ponytail. He sat up straighter and in the process pushed the boy sitting next to him a little...the boy however didn't react. His face displayed a brooding expression, but his eyes seemed to be piercing and sharp. His attire and outward appearance struck Maan. Long silky straight hair reached his muscular but lean shoulders. His face was peppered with acne but, his eyes blew all the attention away.  The word that sprang to Maan's mind on seeing him was ,'Focus'.  His demeanour exuded complete discipline. 

A small movement to his left made him turn to the last girl in the corner. She sat half turned from him, her curly hair falling like a curtain on her face.  She wasn't looking at him, evidently lost in thought. Unconsciously , her eyes flicked to meet his.  He felt like he was looking at a light-less tunnel devoid of life. They looked back at him, showing no sign of  existence. Yet  they struck a chord somewhere...a sense of dj vu. Maan was captivated!



Vicky parked the car in the garage and sat in it a while longer. It was just 8:30am...way before the office time. He sat in and absorbed the enormity of the situation he found himself in. What on earth was he thinking to have agreed to this bet? The mere thought of spending his day amongst staidly dressed people depressed him. It sounded like a death wish.

  He was the boss of Khurana Constructions, for two blessed months. He wondered how Maan must be faring at Studio 77. A wave of homesickness passed over him as he thought of his baby. It was a home he had built...each and every member was a friend ' a kindred spirit!  Zaakhir, the sunshine man, Nida the lovable kitten, Farhan the idealistic, Geet '


Nick sighed. He still worried about her. True, he wasn't as close a friend of hers as Sid and Mayank were. He had been closer to Nik. It was amazing how a person's life could be snapped away in the blink of an eye.  He missed Nik, he was his partner in crime.  He knew how much worse this was for her, then. That first one month after she had accepted his death had been horrifying. Her emotional graph had steadily descended. The first few days had been the worst, when she had not spoken to anyone...the few times they had tried forcing their company on her, she had ended up isolating herself from them, even more.

He recounted the nights he and Sid used to spend outside the graveyard. She would sit quietly for hours, not knowing they were keeping a watch, following her back home in the wee hours of the morning. Sid had waited impatiently for Mayank to get done with his passport hassles and return to India. His impatience had been justified.

The day Mayank had returned, he had spent hours locked up with Geet in her room. They didn't know what went on in there, but the change in her was there for all to see.

Geet had returned to the dance studio. He and Sid never asked Mayank what went down in her room, but they understood from a passing comment that it was something to do with Nik's last conversation with her.

But Vicky had been scared that returning to the studio will only remind her of Nik more...His fear had led him to give her more responsibilities. He'd made her the second in charge. It had worked to some extent, but his fears had been unnecessary. She had never missed work after that. She had trained the students and worked well with the others. She never smiled, but stayed to herself. She looked after the other dancers too, but Vicky hardly ever saw her interact.

He wondered how she'd fare under Maan's lead. He knew she's never bow under Maan's dictatorial regime.

Yes, he was worried!!


Maan sat in the cabin that had belonged to Vicky all these days. It had CDs and cassettes and videos in them. The challenge was finally beginning to show.

He went through all the files in his 1st hour in the cabin. All the rents and accounts, the different classes for each type of dance, the kind of performance Studio 77 put up, and the different expenses and accounts were all recorded. According to Zaakhir,  the girl named Geet looked after the running of the studio and the long haired boy Farhan did the accounts.

Maan asked for Geet to be sent to him.

She entered after knocking, ''Did you want to see me?'' she asked quietly.

''Yes, '' he replied curtly. He kept her waiting, as he looked through a file. Once he was done, he looked up. Again he was hit by her face. Where had he seen this girl? He knew he had never met her, but why did she look so familiar?

He realized he was staring at her, while she was looking at him eyebrows raised, her expression cold.

Maan collected himself, and cleared his throat. ''Yes, I needed to know who had the charge of the spare keys and who looked after the running of the studio.''

''I do, ''she replied, in a monotone. She didn't look him in the eye, just spoke quietly.

 ''Yes, '' said Maan. He found her responses rude, and he was beginning to get annoyed with her.

He opened his mouth to say something of his annoyance to her, when music began thumping outside the door.

He stood up surprised and moved to investigate the source, completely forgetting he was the head of a dance studio now. He stood beside Geet and looked outside the cabin.

The entire group outside was warming up and stretching. The music seemed to be just the thing to get them into the mood of dancing. It seemed like routine.

Geet, left his side wordlessly and took her jacket off. She was dressed the same way the others were. Black vest and long tights. Each person seemed to be dressed and ready to dance, though the clothes didn't seem like a uniform.

Zaakhir began dancing randomly, doing steps  out of habit, trying each one to see which fit his mood.

''Come one guys,'' he said cheerfully. ''Let's get started.'' He started on with a few more steps, while the other took places behind me, following his lead. He didn't seem to be doing anything out of routine. The others observed his steps  in the mirror and followed them.

Maan stood at the door and observed them silently. They seemed to be aware that he was watching them. All of them danced the tempo building, up as their steps became more complicated.  He observed each of them dancing. Farhaan had his eyes glued to his image in the mirror opposite them. His eyes piercing, as he seemed to be in perfect control of his movements. His arms and legs tensed and relaxed on command.  Geet seemed to be following the steps. She seemed lost in thought. But, as opposed to her expression, she did all the steps to the T ' they were perfect. Every bend every spin was graceful and swan like. Unwillingly, his eyes moved to Nida - she had the inbuilt performance in her. The dance movements only heightened her eyes and the open expression in them. And lastly there was Zaakhir. He seemed to be the unofficial leader. He was cheering them on, dancing happily, playfully. 

Maan could feel the atmosphere heavy and pregnant. He wondered why. He slowly observed each of them again. Slowly her realized that they seemed to be judging him too...out of the corner of their eyes when they thought he didn't notice. 

It struck him suddenly out of the blue...they were testing him...trying to gauge his ability of being their head. He knew they trusted Vicky implicitly, but his reputation undoubtedly must have preceded him and they wanted proof if he was  capable of leading them.

They wanted him to dance!

He looked back at them again... with a new point of view...Yes...they were waiting for him to prove himself. Their body language betrayed them. The only person who didn't seem to care, was Geet. She was lost in her own thoughts...her face closed and empty, while her body moved involuntarily.

He wanted to disappoint them, but his ego got the better of him. He stripped down to his vest and walked languidly towards the group, falling in with them.  They moved to give him ample space... expectation glinting off their faces.

Sorry for the wait and sorry for the abrupt end.

Precap - Maan dancing - Geet gets a challenge.

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Chapter 27 - And That's How It's Done!!

Maan had been observing the routine. The steps to it had been easy enough to follow ' adhering to most of their comfort zones! He walked languidly towards them and stood right at the back where he was visible to everyone in the mirror and melded the steps with the others following their lead. ...who would've thought Maan Singh Khurana would ever follow another's lead. By the time they had finished the 1st round, he had got the hang of it. That was when he started adding his own moves to the routine. It came unconsciously and he was enjoying himself. The vigour in the steps increased and the tension slipped off. He added more of his flavour to the moves, twisting and bending, sliding ' what he didn't realize that the others were observing and incorporating his steps with theirs.

The warm up took 15-20 minutes, where all of them moved as one. They finally stopped, cheering and clapping as one.

Maan moved forward to change, a feeling of elation rising within him. He hadn't felt like this in ages. He had missed it...and he'd realized that just now!

It was time to show them that he could be nice.  The classes began in another 20 minutes. Plenty of time.  He walked back out, a slight smile on his face.

They turned to him, their expressions showing they were impressed. He started with as pleasant an expression as he could manage. It was surprisingly difficult.

''Guys, that was a gr8 warm up ' thing is ' Vicky knows you guys in and out. But I'd  like to know you better. So how about a few solos of you in your area of  expertise? Zaakhir, would you like to start?''

A few students had entered early for their class ' they heard Maan's dialogue and cheered giving hoot calls.

Zaakhir was more than ready. Apparently, he was the popular one. Nida looked smug as she watched him.

He started with a Hip-Hop cum Popping routine on a Flo-Rida track. The foot tapping no. got all of them enthused. He finished with a difficult cartwheel 'the studio erupted in applause.

Farhan came forward next ' his eyes focussed on the mirror  - He started a contemporary style of dance ' his eyes portraying it's intensity. His steps shifted from contemporary to fosse to ballet moves. The studio watched in awe as he completed each step perfectly skimming above the floor. When he finished there was a hushed silence. And then an uncertain applause.

Nida pranced forward to get in her turn  She picked a jazz number, moving nimbly her happy exterior making her movements infectious. She began using more and more of the floor ' adding ballet spins and contemporary moves., making eyes at Zaakhir all the time. He; taking the invitation, suddenly, joined her miming her in the peppy number. She responded in sheer delight as she moved with him. When they stopped, Z smacked her on her mouth, in front of everyone. Maan noticed a few miffed expressions on the face of the girl students.

He looked to see who was left. It was Geet and she looked non-committal.

He asked her. ''Geet, would you like to show us your bit?'' His voice betraying his impatience.

''No'', she replied brusquely and stalked towards the door.

Zaakhir laid a hand on Maan's shoulder and said seriously, ''Don't force her.''

''What do you mean, don't force her? Can she even dance?'' , spat Maan finally losing his temper.

Geet who had reached the door, froze and whipped around. He eyes were spitting fire and she walked back to them in slow menacing steps. Maan was aghast by her sudden temper. He thought for a minute that she might hit him. But she moved to the middle of the dance floor and whipped forward in a few free spins, moving faster than he thought possible. She did a few difficult popping moves and finished with a few perfect head spins.  She got up and looked pointedly at Maan and walked out of the door.

''I think she might have just proved her point and answered your question.', said Zaakhir to an astounded Maan!!


Vicky stood outside teh main office of Khurana Construction, watching the staff get ready for the day. A flash of blue caught his eye and he looked at it. He called up Maan excitedly. He had just seen a pretty young thing in the office. He didn't wait for Maan to say anything but, just delved right into his line of thought.

''Wow bro, aapne bataya nahi, that you've got office hotties, huh. I always wondered how it was that you managed to spend hours in this stuffy office of yours.''

''Hi Vicky, how're you doing? Pretty early in the day for you to be in the office, isn't it? And who exactly are you talking about?''

''That Hot Hot thing in the office, slim, dark eyes, pretty babe...''

''You must be talking about...''

Vicky didn't let him finish...''No, don't bother telling me. I'll find out who she is soon enough!!'' He hung up and headed to the office!

 *     *      *

3 hrs later. . .

There was a knock on the door. Vicky didn't raise his head.

''Er, Vikram sir?''

He looked up at the voice and saw a girl's head peeping through the door. He looked questioningly at her then smiled.

''Er, you didn't answer the door so I opened it.'' she said.

He realised she had addressed him with his full name. He was so used to being called Kay at the studio or at least Vicky that he had forgotten that here the formal name would be the norm.

''Sir, '', she prodded again. He realized he was staring into space. It was time to set things right.

'' me Kay. Not Vikram , geddit. I'm not used to this formal kinda atmosphere''

''With all due respect, Sir,'' she replied stiffly, ''Since this is an office, I think the formal atmosphere is what suits it best. So please forgive me, but I would rather stick to Vikram Sir.''

Vicky stared at her. She didn't seem like the office hottie anymore.  All his dreams and hopes of flirting or having a pretty face to gaze at, were crashing around his ears!!

 ''Did you need something?'', he asked dejectedly.

'Yes!!...I need your signatures on this file. It has been tallied. Could you please go through it again?''

It had been like this for the past 3 hrs. Every other minute an employee knocked and kept a file and left. They looked a little afraid and tried to exit as soon as possible. All but this girl. She had been the only one audacious enough to talk back to him.

He turned now to this girl. She had a delicate face, with dark intelligent and serious eyes. Her hair was done up straight and simple 'without any style and her posture was erect.

''What is your name?,'' he gave a last go, with his most charming smile.

''Miss Shergill'', she replied and marched out of the door.

''Ah well atleast I tried,'' he thought.

 Kay turned his head back to the file he already had open. It was some project that was in the middle of construction out of Delhi.  He had taken all of 2 hours to get through that. He sighed and buried his head in it again!


Meera walked at a quick pace. She looked around as she walked, in search of someone. He shoulders ached and her posture had no resemblance with the one she had in her office. Still she walked quickly.

 There was nobody in sight. It was late evening and the streets had lesser people. Meera opened her flat and dumped her bag and changed. While she started making dinner, she kept looking back at the door as if expecting somebody. Finally, she heard a knock and rushed forward.  Outside stood a small boy in a worn out shirt and shorts. He seemed about 4 or 5 yrs in age. His hair was sun bleached and his dusky skin was sun tanned and slightly dry.  His eyes however were captivating. They sparkled and shone and had an impish delight in them.

The same delight was now reflected in her eyes. She gathered him in her arms and picked him up.

''Where were you? Why did you take so long? Where's my chocolate?'', he demanded.

''Catch a breath first, Ajay.'' she laughed. ''There's a new boss in the office. He doesn't know how to do any single thing properly. So I had to stay back and teach him stuff.''

''Hmmm'',  he said thoughtfully. ''Sounds like me on my first day to school. You know Didi, I didn't know anything and all the other kids laughed at me. That day Teacher madam stayed back and helped me.''

His words left Meera in shock. She switched on the TV for him and escaped to the solace of her thoughts. 

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Chapter 28: Who's afraid of Geet Handa!

Maan was annoyed. Nobody had dared to mess with him ' it had been years since anyone had been so audacious in front of him. And the irritation in him threatened to explode. Who the hell did she think she was?? How dare she behave in such a manner??

He watched now through the one way mirror as she taught a complicated step to a student.  The student seemed to cower in front of her, as Geet corrected her stance. He saw her relax once Geet had left her side.

Over the next couple of weeks, Maan observed the entire troupe. They all seemed to gel well, but what was evident was that the dancers and the troupe would steer clear of Geet and vice versa. She never tried to interact with the others, nor did she avoid them. It wasn't like they hated each other or any sort of rivalry. She just didn't bother with any sort of interaction. The only person who she actually had any interaction with was Nida and that too was monosyllabic, as Nida mimed with sign language. Still, she seemed to be putting an effort in doing even that.

Still, of the fortnight that Maan had spent in Studio 77, he had barely seen Geet talk, and he had never seen her smile. She was getting under his skin, but he didn't realize that.  He was, however, bent on looking out for the mistakes she made. Whenever she did something that wasn't according to his liking, he announced his displeasure with flair. But she never reacted. Unwilling, he goaded her further to elicit a reaction from her ' but in vain. By the day, his frustration grew!

Geet walked quickly to her jeep. It was late in the evening. She sat in silence for a minute and then started the car. She drove quickly as she knew her way well. She could drive in her sleep. On reaching the destination; a building of flats, she walked up quickly. She put the key to the lock with a practiced air. It wouldn't budge. She tried again and then banged the door in frustration. It was opened suddenly by a man in a vest.

Geet stumbled behind, startled by the sudden appearance.

'Yes?',, he asked eyebrows raised?

Geet looked at him, shocked. Her eyes flicked to the number of the flat on the door and then she looked around to check if she was on the correct floor.

He still stood looking at her.

''This f-f-flat was empty,'' she stuttered.

''Yes it was just yesterday that we shifted. If you want something, you need to talk to the landlord. He's on the 1st floor, 2nd flat.'' He added helpfully.

She didn't wait to listen, anger rising in her chest . She pounded on the door of the landlord.

The moment he opened she shouted at him.

''How dare you let that family into his flat?? Why did you allow it??''

He looked at her puzzled. ''Madam, the rent on that flat hadn't been paid in two months. And that family was in need of a place to stay. They also paid extra. ''

''So why didn't you ask for me for it? Didn't you know I came here every night? I would've paid the rent, dammit!!''

''You came here every night? But there was no one else in the flat. Only a bunch of some boy's stuff. And As far as I know, the boy is dead. This flat was in the name of some Colonel Chopra...and I couldn't get in touch with him.''

Geet looked at him frustrated and then punched the wall close to him. He jumped back in shock. He was a short fat man, with a pleasant face. He behaviour and the desperation in her eyes melted any antagonism he had in him.

''Madam, you come in and have some water. Come come...'', he invited smilingly.

''No!!'' She stopped him. ''Where are all his things from the flat?'' She blinked several times hide the tears.

''In the storage room. Come, I'll hand them over. They're taking up unnecessary space, anyway.'' He led the way to the last flat. All of Nik's things had been stacked up neatly. Geet took the landlord's help and carefully carried them to the jeep. He thanks her and made his way back to his flat.

Geet drove to a nearby car park. Only when she had stopped did she let the tears loose. That flat had been her only solace. The only place filled with memories of him. It still had his fragrance in it. The place it had all begun.  After his death she had spent numerous nights in his bed, feeling him around her, dreaming of him, escaping the pain for a bit. She never had the nightmares here. At home she dreamt of him in the hospital almost every night.  She felt betrayed. Why was it that life was doing this to her? What had she done to have all her loved ones taken away from her. Nik! ' he was her life...the only reason she never contemplated suicide was cuz Nik had once said in a passing moment that he'd never commit suicide. He was stronger than that. But, it was all the more harder. She didn't feel strong at all. It felt like the world was squeezing itself around her all the time. 

   She did continue to dance ' it had been his dream more than hers. It was her tribute to him ' to all he was in her life. She could never do this to him. But what was the point when he himself wasn't around! The zing was missing. She no longer did it for the people who were watching. She still loved it no doubt, but it was painful now.

    It had days since she had eaten a proper meal. She tried to act normal for her family, eat as much as she could, she had sent Sid and Mayank back to their studies by force ' trying to make them believe she was ok; in control of her life. Nobody believed her. But , they listened nevertheless. The Geet that had arisen after Nik's death was far different from the Geet she used to be. While she was more in control of her life, it was highly unlikely that she would ever revert to being the Geet she used to be!

   But getting used to the continuous surprises thrown at her were not possible.  She wished there was one  place she could go where she could just stay with Nik's memories. Be lost in that long gone world. Where she need not pretend to be normal, to be alive. Where she could cry her eyes out or sit listless without eyes worrying about her, avoiding her or worse ' pitying her.

And the answer was before her, before she knew it.  How could she never have realized. She pushed the car in gear and sped off, the way she came!


Maan sped up the grand staircase of the mansion. He hurried towards Vicky's room.

He'd had a bizarre day. He had been involved in a conversation in whch he had not been able to understand anything the person opposite said. He wondered if Vicky knew how to interpret sign language and if he did, how and when did he learn. Nida had been explaining some problems to him and he hadn't comprehended a single thing ' that is, until Zaakhir had come to the rescue. Mostly, Zaakhir was her voice. He even finished some of her sentences before she finished miming them. But Maan knew that he couldn't always depend on somebody to translate for him.  Wasn't there any online video teaching him? Vicky must have learnt through Zaakhir ' they had been friends for ages now. He didn't think Vicky would follow staid methods like reading a book or watching a video.He wasn't that prosaic.

But he, Maan was more independent than that.  And he couldn't expect Vicky to back him up with that, now that he was heading Khurana Constructions.  That reminded him; he had to find out how the new Noida project was doing. He and Vicky had discussed the pros and cons of the latest clauses over a game of Half-Life on the PSP...he wondered what the clients would've thought had they seen him playing a videogame , discussing business strategies with his brother. He had let Vicky take the decision, but he didn't know what that was.

  He entered the room only to find Vicky sprawled on the bed in his office clothes ' fast asleep. He hadn't even taken off his shoes. A tender smile lit up Maan's face, as he took off Vicky's shoes and loosened his tie.  He threw a blanket over him, switched on the air conditioning and was about to walk out, when his eyes fell on the book rack. It had the words SIGN in bold letters and the picture of a hand doing an action. He chuckled to himself as he picked it up and left the room.



Meera stroked her hand across Ajay's head as he slept. There was a serene look on his face. A gentle wind wafted through the window and Ajay turned towards her and hugged her hand.  She sighed and pulled him closer. 

  Ajay was her only source of comfort. She never thought she could be there for anybody - ever again. But Ajay had made her realize the value of people through his sweet innocent nature. She knew she didn't love anybody in the world, as much as she loved him. It was strange how people who were thoroughly unconnected with each other, could become so close.

  She had found him as a small kid running around on the pavement outside her flat. On finding that he was a street urchin, she had brushed him off...Until the day she had seen him collect waste paper and old pencils and struggle to hold the pencil and scribble. He heart had gone out to him. She had beckoned him and had gifted him a book and a pencil set.  The rewarding smile had been just the thing to melt her heart.  

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Chapter 29: - What makes us Tick?

Meera stood by the windowsill. , brushing her hair. It was pouring rain.  She saw a young girl and boy walking hunched up trying to escape the rain and it's wrath. They seemed to be having fun and enjoying themselves, but they suddenly stood still and alert ' the eyes of an elderly lady having spoiled the mood with her stern glare. The moment her back had turned, they ran away giggling.

Her mind went back a few years to another such boy and girl.  It was a modern city but the people still had their narrow-minded views ' unwilling to let the people around be.

The boy and girl had just been friends - the best of friends rather. Sharing their joys and pains, their love stories and crushes with each other ' enjoying each other's company. They knew they would never date each other-they were way too companionable for that. But that didn't stop the gossip in the town.  After that, the girl was tainted, she was subjected to judgemental glares, ill humour, caustic comments, inhuman behaviour.  It didn't matter that she was dying a slow death- trapped in a life she never identified with, branded by her family and friends, shunned by one and all. The friendship didn't make it...but then again, the girl hadn't let it.

It was not a wonder she ran away. Away from the quagmire she had been subjected to since she had become aware of the big bad world around her. Away was anywhere ...the place she found solace... the peace she looked for. She was never was just herself and her life. She could do as she pleased, run her life as she liked and do the kind of work she wanted.

Yes, Meera knew her decision had been right!

She turned away from the rain and looked at the sleeping Ajay. A smile came involuntarily as she saw him. She quietly went and sat next to him.

Meera stroked her hand across Ajay's head as he slept. There was a serene look on his face. A gentle wind wafted through the window and Ajay turned towards her and hugged her hand.  She sighed and pulled him closer. 

  Ajay was her only source of comfort. She never thought she could be there for anybody - ever again. But Ajay had made her realize the value of people through his sweet innocent nature. She knew she didn't love anybody in the world, as much as she loved him. It was strange how people who were thoroughly unconnected with each other, could become so close.

  She had found him as a small kid running around on the pavement outside her flat. On finding that he was a street urchin, she had brushed him off...Until the day she had seen him collect waste paper and old pencils and struggle to hold the pencil and scribble. He heart had gone out to him. She had beckoned him and had gifted him a book and a pencil set.  The rewarding smile had been just the thing to melt her heart.  

 She had taken it her duty to fund his education. Which she did. Did everything she could to take care of him ' so what if he was not kin.

After leaving her town, she had worked hard to gain ground with the world around her. He freedom was liberating. She was happy'but it was at a price. Gone was the Meera Shergill who would smile and laugh. The city had taught her that he tough survived. Her job had given her recognition, respect and a life. She had learnt it the hard way. Being a single woman, alone in the city had been difficult. Adopting their methods and cultures had been tougher. But, she had had inspiration. Her boss Mr. Khurana had been her ideal. She had followed his upwards graph stealthily''and had idolized him to an extent. Her work had been worship to her. She never gave less than a 100%. Her work, her clients, and mostly her boss deserved it.

And now that strong persona was replaced by this excuse for a boss.!! She grimaced, thinking about it.



Geet opened her eyes blearily. The cold hard floor was the first thing that reached her senses. She shifted and twisted, looking around.  The ceiling of the studio came into focus. A movement caught her eye as she realized it was her own reflection.

The Studio...!!

Yes. She had returned.  She pushed Nik's blanket off her and sat up. A sense of peace returned, as she thought back to the events of the previous night.  Was it the hand of Providence? She wasn't one who believed in God ' but then,  it couldn't be coincidence could it? No... one door had shut itself on her but she had found another one.  Another place, she could dwell in, one that was filled with his memories. The one place they had gone through so much in. The first kiss they shared, the place they dreamed, the choreographies they composed, the bond that had only strengthened. A lone tear escaped her eye.

He wrist watch beeped, pulling her out of her thoughts. She had spent the night at the studio...Nanima!!!

She quickly called her and informed her that she was alright. It was 7am...her neck hurt from the awkward manner in which she had slept.  No one came to the studio that early...even Farhan didn't.  She went off to take a quick shower.


Maan walked into Studio 77. He was pepped up and a focussed about his plan for the day. He felt confident about all that he had read in the sign language book - it couldn't be as bad as that, could it?

He was about to walk into his cabin, when he heard running water. He walked towards the wash rooms only to bump into somebody. A waft of a frsh dewy smell emanated from the said person. He steadied himself to look  - and his eyes fell on Geet. His expression turned sour immediately.

''What are you doing here?'', he bit out immediately.

''In case you'd forgotten, I work here.'' She retorted.

''Oh'', he said sneeringly,'' Are you trying to tell me that you came here that early?''

''Why do you find it so hard to believe?'', she said her eyes narrowing.

''You don't seem the type who'd do that, Handa. But, I'll believe you if that's what you say. Why is your hair wet?''

''I prefer to shower after I've practiced. The idea might be alien to you.''

Saying this she walked off, towards the door.

''Where are you going now?'' he asked irritably?

Classes begin at 10am. If I'm late, feel free to question.''

With that she walked out.

Maan stared at the door, thinking something didn't quite add up. He had his doubts about her behaviour. She mostly ignored him and answered in monosyllables. But today she took the effort to reply...And  explain herself. Why? His guard was up.

''Handa''...he whispered to himself, '' what were you upto?''

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Chapter 30: What Just happened?

Vicky sat in the office prepping himself for the meeting. He was nervous. It was not a feeling he was unacquainted with. Nervousness was something he experienced every time he went on stage. It was good to be nervous...

''Yes,'' he told himself, 'Nervousness is good...but then why do I feel like an absolute moron.'

The new project that he'd be overseeing was all under him. He had seen it inside out. Meera had informed and completed all the specifications. Then why did he feel like something was wrong.  He opened the file to the page of clauses again. Something was amiss.

He called Meera inside. She walked in, her expression completely blank.

''Have you read these clauses? There is something that doesn't add up. You have 2 hours before the meeting. Go through this again and let me know what you think.''

''This isn't really my job,'' she replied coldly. ''I think you should ask the legal department''.

'Rajiv in on leave ' he's sick and I don't trust the opinion of anyone else. You being directly under Maan bro , I think you should go through this.', he replied sternly.

She stomped out of the file, a look of complete defiance on her face.

There was no way she could help this idiot. He was so completely ignorant about business. Why the hell did he have to come here and disrupt her perfect working life. He had no clue as to what he was about. How could he be so stupid. Why did he have to make that bet??!!! How could Maan sir leave? It was ridiculous. Khurana Constructions had become a fiasco, post his advent. She hoped this went down the drain , then Maan sir would probably return and the office would return to its initial glory!.

Vicky Sir had not been able to do a single thing right in his stint of the past two weeks.  Nothing had been organized enough and he seemed to have made friends with all the staff. They didn't even seem to treat him like he was their boss, more like a respected older brother. What was happening to the office. She had been so proud to belong to a place like this.

Ok , so the work had been completed without hitches, but this was Maan Sir's office, dammit.!! Why did he have to leave her haven in the hands of this nincompoop!!

Her eyes drifted to the clauses in the file, but she resolutely shut her eyes.

No...she rebelled. There was no way she was going to help him!!

Vicky sat in the meeting room. He hadn't heard from Meera since he had given her the file and now she was conveniently missing. He drummed his fingers on the desk. He hadn't been able to get through to bhai. What should he do. Buy some more time to get Bro's decision on it? No ' he couldn't do that. He realized she wasn't going to show up and prepared himself on what he was going to say to the clients.

The clients entered and the meeting began. The deal was about to be signed, when in true filmy tradition Meera entered dramatically and asked to have a word with them.

Vicky didn't know whether he should be angry or relieved. He held his breath while she asked his permission to go through the clauses again.

He nodded. The clients seemed disturbed. Vicky watched astounded as Meera put forth her point as firmly as possible, showing no speck of anger. He was awed by the way she got her way ' making valid changes and making it equal in profits for both companies.

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Later in his office he sat quietly, thinking over the events of the day. He didn't understand why Meera had helped him. Everything in her demeanour showed that she disliked his presence in the office. Why then did she help? One mistake in the deal and the bet would be lost. He'd be out and back in Studio 77. She didn't know that, but why did she help him?

Unable to take the suspense any more, he called her in his office.

''Miss Shergill, why did you do it?'', he asked getting straight to the point.

She looked at him, a little startled. From his expression, it was clear that he knew what she thought of him. 

She thought for a moment.Fine, he wanted the truth, so she let him have it.

Levelling her eyes with him, she spoke without fear or regret.

''This company is the baby of Maan sir. He is one person I look up to more than anyone. This office is my haven ' at least it was until you arrived. Viram sir, I have no problem with you personally, but when it comes to your methods of working in this office and disrupting protocol, creating havoc in the workings of the company ' that I abhor and I won't stand for it. 

You are alone when it comes to anything outside of my duties ' this is the last time you get help from me. The sole reason behind me doing this was for maan sir ' I cannot bear that his company suffers because of incompetent management.  

I don't know why he's asked you to head Khurana Construction, but I'm sure he wont mind you asking him for advice now and then. I hope I've answered you question. If you'll excuse me, I have work to get on with.''

Vicky watched her retreat. He was stumped by whatever she had said and awestruck yet again. The loyalty she displayed for Maan, made him envious. He knew he had the same from his dance troupe, but the greed for appreciation remained. He wanted it from Meera. He wanted it bad.

Challenge number 2 presented itself to him and he wanted to take it up...he would prove himself to her. He didn't stop to reason why.  But win her, he would!!


Geet ate her breakfast quietly. Naanima wasn't surprised by this. It had been days since she had heard her incessant chatter. She craved to hear her talk. She missed her granddaughter and worried about her. She had known all about her nightly visits to Nik's apartment. She also knew about the loss of that place. She was glad it was gone. But, the mystery still remained ' where had she been last night. She hadn't been drunk, nor had she shown any signs of it . None of her closest friends were there in the city. She had to inform Mohinder about it.

She looked at her now. She seemed to frown a bit, lost in thought. For a change, some other thought seemed to occupy her mind.  What was it? She called out to her. Geet looked up.

He eyes looked as hollow as ever ' dark circles under her eyes. She looked questioningly, now.

''Beta, don't you have to go to the studio today?''

''Haan Naanima, I have to be there by 9:30. I'll have breakfast and leave.''

''Ok, I'll turn the geyser on for your shower. ''

''No, that's ok, I've showered already.'', she replied off hand. She seemed to go back to that line of thought again.

Naanima, became worried again ' where had she had a shower?


Geet was worried. Maan had almost caught her today. She knew Vicky wouldn't mind her staying over at the studio. But Maan Singh Khurana was a completely different thing.

He had already been suspicious. A little too much. She didn't want to lose out on her new found refuge. She hoped he hadn't caught on to her nervousness. She would have to be careful.


It was late, past 2am and he wanted to go home and sleep. Running the Dance company was anything but easy, but he was Maan Singh Khurana. Defeat was something he couldn't accept nor was it anything he had ever encountered.

When he had taken up the challenge to run a dance company he had never imagined how tough it would be. But, a challenge was a challenge and he'd only give up when the company was on firm ground and he could return to Khurana Constructions.

He thought back to all that had happened in the past few weeks of him heading Studio 77. He was beginning to appreciate Vicky's efforts.

There were so many things going on his mind. He had returned late in the evening when most of the troupe had left ' and the rest had left after that.

He pulled out his keys and switched off all the lights. The complete darkness made his senses even more alert. He walked out of the room, when he heard music.


''That's strange. Did someone leave the system on?'', he thought

He had thought everybody had left and he was the last one. Heck even he wasn't supposed to be here , but the need to finish pending work pulled him there - Not even Farhan stayed that late.

He walked quietly to the studio from the back door of the office and saw a light on. The door was a bit ajar'''.

He tread as quietly as possible and walked in from the wings. The studio ws dimly lit and the music was on softly.


That was when he saw her. Surprise hit him as he actually saw her. Dressed in black tights and a vest with her wild mane open - she was dancing!

Dancing like there was no one watching. Dancing in a way that he had never seen her dance. It was raw. It had passion and he could feel pain emanate from her body as she moved and turned and twisted and leaped. He recognized the song. It was an old R&B number, ''Bleeding Love''.


He didn't want to let her know he was watching so he partially hid behind the wings and stared. He drank in her movements. 

Every move was perfect and every turn had an expression. The energy she used, seemed to reverberate from her.  The movements were saying something, but he didn't seem to understand. She whipped from place to place following the music... melding steps not conforming to any dance style in particular.

He was stunned by her- the quiet girl, the loner, the girl who kept away from the group. The most unresponsive person he knew, the one who's presence irked him, was doing something that he had never imagined. He had taken her for being non-committal and lazy.


   The music stopped and she moved down and huddled to the side, on the floor and kept her head on her knees, panting. Her shoulders started shaking and it was then that Maan realized that she was crying. Heaving heavy sobs and crying her heart out. He felt a bit guilty about spying on her in this moment of weakness.

 Suddenly she punched the floor and let out an angry noise. She stood up and walked to the main door and picked up her things and went out of the main door. Maan just stood stunned, unable to process what he had seen.


''Geet??'', he whispered aloud, letting go of the breath he had been holding. His mind questioned. Is that the same unresponsive rude girl he saw every day??

 Trying to post a video here -it's not quite what I had imagined for Geet - and the expressions of this dancer are far from what Geet is feeling at the moment. But it is just to give you an idea of the kind of dance she is doing.

Hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think. I am so sorry that the previous video did't work - I hope you managed to see it on YT

Here's another it from 4:32 minutes for the same solo.

Ok NOW I want to know what you guys think...please pretty please ' We have reached the exact high point of the story ' or so I think. There's gonna be changes in the story from now on. So please comment on what you think is going to happen, or what you think should happen ' or anything as such!

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Chapter 31 - Flash Mob

Nida was trying to be patient. It wasn't easy being unable to communicate with someone who didn't understand sign language. Maan had been learning and he even tried to decipher what she mimed without anyone's help, but today he seemed lost.

She tried to get his attention again. It was October ...and it was only a month to go for yearly show the troupe put up. It was sort of tradition that the troupe put up a themed dance show, in lieu of publicity. And it mostly worked. This year seemed dank to her, though.

Nida explained again to an engrossed Maan that Vicky mostly performed too with the best choreography, and Maan having taken his place would have to do so too.

Finally, she managed to get his undivided attention and explained how it all took place. He tried his best to listen to her, and made a mental note to talk to Vicky about it.

Maan on the other hand was looking out for Geet. It was past 10 am and she hadn't come to the Studio. He was about to give up and call her home, when she walked in. She looked worse than usual, the rings around her eyes darker, her body drooping and her eyes lost. She hardly bothered with anybody, and for a change she vaguely drifted in and out of the Studio. Maan waited back for her in the evening, but she left early.

His curiosity got the better of him and reached home early to meet Vicky.

He found Vicky in his room, reading up on some files. As soon as Vicky saw him, he delved into the latest project. Unable to resist, Maan too discussed the pros and cons. He was happy that Vicky was doing so well. The staff seemed to respond well to him. He felt guilty that he had barely been able to break into the troupe. The nagging thought returned when he thought of Geet. How should he broach the topic? He knew Geet was close to Vicky. But how close? He had never met her at his home. Though he was still sure he had seen her some place before.

Finally, he decided to just ask him.

''Vicky, is Geet a good friend of yours?'', he began cautiously.

Vicky looked up, his expression turning serious immediately.

''Why , is something wrong?''

''Is she always that rude?'', Maan asked cautiously.

Vicky took his time to answer wondering how to explain it to his older brother. Nik had been as close as a brother to him, and talking about his untimely death was never easy.

''Bro... She's coping with some problems...''

''Vicky, I don't care about her personal life, but when it affects the work she does, I think I do care.''

''Bro, give her some time. Geet is strong, but it's difficult to cope when the person you love just leaves you and goes...'', Vicky's phone began to ring and he cut off in mid sentence.

He indicated that it was an important call, and left Maan to assume erroneously, what he could from his vague words.


He returned early to the Studio again.

Today was the day he'd not pay attention to Geet. It was the day he wouldn't think about her dance. Nor would it be the day he thought about her cry. It was the day he would be angry with her. And he would ensure that she listened to every damned order he gave her. He'd ignore her and not waste precious time obsessing over her behaviour. ''Yes Maan, that's exactly what you're gonna do.'', he told himself.

Using all his willpower, he turned his attention to Nida's conversation. So a show was what they had to put up. He processed the information Nida had given him and collated it. A show was put up every year,but the response and audience was poor. The focal point would therefore be to attract more people to watch it. And getting more people to watch meant he had to do  subtly canvass for Studio 77.

He called an impromptu brainstorming session of the troupe.  It was imperative that they came to a solution soon ; and it was his tried and tested method to get solutions. He trusted the troupe and he knew he only needed to nudge them.

They eliminated the oft tried methods of pamphlets and ads, since they were targeting the young college going crowd. Getting to them to like it was getting their attention.

''Let's just do some word of mouth publicity ya.'' , Zaakhir said impulsively.

''Word of mouth publicity is fine ' but we need to do something to make it stick. A reference about some event, in a random conversation will be forgotten'', countered Farhan.

''They should see us perform or see something that makes them want to join us.'' Nida stressed.

 ''Nida the whole point of the show is to showcase the Studio.'', Maan argued.

''No Maan, that's not how I meant it. We should be seen ... but the people shouldn't know that we're advertising ourselves.'', she explained.

Geet spoke up from her reverie, an idea forming in her mind.

''We won't advertise ourselves; in fact we'll not do anything other than having a good time ...having fun, the extent that everyone will want to have fun with us. We don't go prepared...we just go out knowing we have to have fun''

Maan looked up at her, his anger forgotten.

''That's it - a flash mob!!'', he whispered to himself.

He switched back to his business mode and started delegating tasks.

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Vicky swirled his drink in his hand, looking around at the people in the club. He was annoyed. Why had Maan bro called him here so urgently? He had just begun to see glimmers of respect in Meera's eyes...damn!!

The dance floor was crowded, and much as he wanted to go and join the crowd, he didn't - simply because Maan had requested him not to. And yet; Mr. Punctual was missing. There had got to be a reason, why Bro had called him there. 

He looked around. Everywhere he looked he could see the young crowd. Being the end of the exam season, the club was filled with students.

The DJ changed the music to something more popular, the trance music faded as he put on popular dance numbers.

A couple was dancing in the middle of the floor. Their moves were captivating.  Vicky could've recognised them anywhere - but they seemed to be oddly paired. How was it that Nida was dancing with Maan instead of Zaakhir?? Still they danced well together...

The crowd seemed to be parting, giving room to Nida and Maan, watching them move. They moved in sync, doing complicated steps that seemed to be choreographed for an audience. As more crowd gathered to watch them, they became aware of the audience and diluted their steps.  The crowd watched in awe as they did the steps in perfect unison, with all the appearance of enjoying themselves. Nida  saw another girl looking at her, moving in her place. She gestured to her, to join her and showed her the steps she was doing. She gestured to Maan in turn to make the steps easier.

The girl joined with alacrity, copying her steps. After a minute or two, others joined them, stepping in unision  - uncertain at first and then with confidence.

Vicky saw Geet and Zaakhir join the dancing, never letting on that they knew anyone there. After some time he spotted Farhan in the crowd.  The DJ encouraged the others to join them. A few others stepped in, mirroring the steps that they did. They were fairly easy, following a sequence.

Maan and Nida made sure the steps were repeated after a sequence so that everyone could follow and learn.

One by one all the crowd joined the dancing, learning the steps at the spur of the moment, enjoying themselves. Maan and Nida were lost in the crowd; as were the rest of the troupe. It just seemed like one united mass moving in tune with the beats.

Vicky watched in awe as the dance floor seemed to move as one. A flash mob wasn't a thing, most people knew about - but he had an inkling as to where Maan's stunt was leading. He felt a surge of pride grow in him. With a smile her got up and joined the dancing mob.


Maan almost punched the air in glee. It had worked. The flash mob style had got the crowd talking, exchanging numbers, asking about the dancers.

A group of people came up to him, asking about the dance style.

He called the troupe and made them stand in front of the crowd. He introduced them one by one, Nida, Farhan, Zaakhir, Geet...Geet?? Where the hell was she?

He excused himself, and began searching for her. Anger bubbled up inside him again. Just when he managed to forget his anger, she ended up pushing his buttons. Now she'd had it!!!

Have tried to explain something that is on the lines of a flash mob... but it's not quite the same thing. Here's a video of what a flash mob is like. 

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Chapter 32: The Error of my ways.

Maan sat back in his chair as he watched Geet charging towards his cabin, her hair streaming behind her.

''What the hell is your problem? '' she barked, the moment she touched the door. ''Do u have a problem that I have the keys to the studio? Vicky trusted me with those, you obviously don't. Fine, take them. But I wanna know why you're taking them away''.

He wondered what made her speak out so She had always tried to stay away from conversation.

''Where were you yesterday after the stunt we put up?'', he asked in return, trying to keep his temper in check.

''What do mean where was I -  I had left for home. We'd finished the stunt, hadn't we?''

''Handa, you weren't present when the crowd wanted to see the troupe together and left me looking foolishly for you. That is completely irresponsible . I don't think I want to hand over the keys to somebody who isn't able to think straight''.

''When have I ever slacked at the studio?'', she argued back.

''I don't favour your choices. You seem to floundering throughout the day. Is that how you lead your life?'', he attacked.

''My life is none of your business. I know how to lead it well.''

''Hah!!'', he scoffed. ''Yeah!! Sure, you do know how to lead your life well. Living in the past shows how well you do it. Losing out on the present that's there in front of you. Sure!! Crying all night long over some pathetic sob story of an ex boyfriend who dumped you. Sure Handa, you seem to be leading your life well.'' He sneered looking at her.

She paled and went visibly stiff like she'd been slapped. Her anger wiped off her face, as she silently pulled the keys out of her pocket.

Picking up her bags, she spoke in a deathly cold voice, ''You seemed to have nailed my character right on...except for one thing''...she gave a bitter laugh and continued, ''...dead boyfriend. He never wanted to leave me.''

Saying this she pushed the door and walked out.


Maan's brain refused to react for five minutes. He processed and reprocessed all that had taken place in the office with Geet. He felt mean. He felt disgusted with himself. He didn't want to be himself at that moment. Clutching his temple in shame, he ran after her looking for her; only to find that she'd left the studio.

Abhorrence and revulsion were words that seemed to mild for him at that moment. Maan Singh Khurana who sought to do everything perfectly; without flaws, had made the most wounding one... all, a result of his anger; his one hamartia.

A part of him tried to excuse his anger ... in hindsight, he truly had been disappointed in her. She had just not seemed to be the girl, who would be cut up over a guy who dumped her. He had misjudged her all through. She had always seemed stronger than that. Vicky had been right after all.

Guilt seeped through him spreading to every inch of his conscience, covering him; smothering him.  He went back and tried to work on the publicity of the show - but he kept messing up with the simplest of tasks. Unable to stay in the studio, he left Farhan in charge of the paperwork and went home for lunch ; in pursuit of peace.

The house seemed quiet. Vicky was at KC, Annie was in college, and Daadi was entertaining somebody. He gulped what he could of his lunch, all of it tasting ashen in his mouth.  Just as he was walking by Daadi's room, he heard the sound of sniffing. He peeped in from behind a curtain to find Vidya aunty in the room with her. Daadi was comforting her as she cried.

He started walking away, when the next few words stood him rooted to the ground.

''Geet is young. Children recover from tragedy sooner.''

''Savitri, you haven't seen her lately. While Nikhil's apartment was there, she seemed ok. She would stay over at his flat almost every night. At times, she would return early in the morning, so that Mohinder and I wouldn't know where she's been.

But now...she hasn't eaten a proper meal in days. She tries to act like she's fine. But she fools nobody at home. ...My baby... my poor poor baby. She 's drifting from one day to another. And I can't do a thing about it. Why does she have to bear so much in her life?? Why her?'' She broke down into tears again.

''Vidya, Geet is mourning. She had dreamed an entire life with Nikhil. She's mourning for the loss of those dreams too. You can't expect her to deal with this rationally. And you can't barge into her life either. Give her space, give her room to get the urge to live once more.''

Maan had heard enough. He was feeling sick. Sick with his lack judgement. Sick of his prejudice. Was he that unthinking, unfeeling? He had thought he'd make a change in himself and had been very content in his improvement. It all felt like a farce. He'd only been deceiving himself.

He walked quickly on the tiled floor, eager to get away from the old lady's tears, away from her grief, away from the self disgust that threatened to spill out from himself. He sat on the chairs placed outside on the verandah, trying to make sense of everything he'd overheard.

''Maan?? Is that you?'', called out Daadima.

He turned reluctantly. ''Hi Daadima, I just came to have lunch.'', he replied, monotonously.

''Are you off to the office? Oh, to the studio, I mean?''

''Yes, did you need something?'', he asked, hoping the answer was in the negative.

''Beta, could you drop Vidya Aunty home? Her home is on the way to the studio. Her car's broken down.''

It was the last thing he wanted to do, but there was no way he could disobey his grandmother. He nodded.

He helped Vidya aunty to the car. The ride was a silent one. A million thoughts kept running through his mind. He felt guilty just being in her presence, knowing how he'd hurt Geet. In all these years of her friendship with his grandmother, never once had he met Geet. He'd always been in his own world. He'd hardly had time with his family...or maybe he had met her...which was why she looked to familiar.

Naanima broke into his contemplation.

''Beta, the mansion on the left. Stop there.''

He looked around and turned to park. A drizzle had begun.  The water reached him, cold and unwelcome as he opened the car door for the lady. The ivy covered wall looked familiar. He looked around astounded. He had been here before! He remembered it all too well. All the events had coalesced that day. Realization dawned upon him, overwhelming him.

It was her!!

Geet! She had been the girl! The girl with the laughing eyes. That one glimpse had shaken him, they had yanked him out of his comatose existence.

Geet?? Had she been the one? How could it be?

He stood motionless, long after Nanima had thanked him and dwelled upon his epiphany.  How ironic it was. He had envied her, her laughter, he happiness. Her eyes were what he remembered when he thought of his listless life. He thought of her eyes now. Deathly cold, frozen - inert.

Resolve formed in him as he thought of her life. She was there somewhere beyond those walls. He knew it. But he knew that she'd be shedding tears. He couldn't be passive now. His guilt overpowered him and he made a promise to himself.


It was difficult. Maan Singh Khurana who could multitask without lifting a finger, was finding a dearth of his mental faculty.

He hadn't been able to talk to Geet privately throughout the week.  All his efforts to  meet her and apologize seemed fruitless. She either ignored him , or the circumstances made sure that he could never talk to her alone. He was ashamed too. He had no clue how he'd face her. What would he say to her? Maybe she herself avoided him, of course she would.

He struggled to go back to the matter at hand. Now that the studio had garnered so much interest, putting up the show  was essential...and at it's earliest. He had put Zakhir in charge of the theme and he , like a true romantic had come up with a tragedy straight out of a Greek play.  Boy and girl love, destiny that intervened and tragedy struck. Maan had approved. Crowds loved romance and heartbreak. It had potential. And his troupe and a few of the students were excellent when it came to performing on stage.

However, there was the problem of the competitors. A new studio had been advertising vigorously, testing his said flair for multi-tasking .

He called for a meeting and asked the troupe. After laying out chits, he asked the troupe to draw lots, making it easier for him to decide who'd dance to what. Zaakhir had already made the playlist, and the remixes were ready for them too.

They had a 3 weeks to choreograph it. And within that time, Maan could choose one person to dance with.  The draws were kept secret ;the secret only to be known to Maan at a later date ,when all their choreographies were done and ready.

He sat now, looking over the design and the budget for the stage. Try as he might, he was failing. He needed to apologize to Geet.


Geet listened to the song selected for her. It was ironic, it was poignant, it was her!

How was it that she had got that part. Like it was destiny to play that? Or was it fortune? Wasn't it enough that she was in that state in real life? The moment she'd opened the chit, she'd known she could do justice to it. But did she want to do justice to it?

 Her argument with Maan had been hurtful. But, despite that. She couldn't get herself to leave. How could she? This was her last lifeline.

No. She couldn't leave.


Maan had just finished watching Zakhir and Nida's practice choreography. They were perfect for it. They would surely get the house down. He had to watch Farhan's yet. He was doing a solo...and a student was going to do the other solo with him. That left just one more ...Geet. His heart constricted every time he thought of her. He still hadn't seen her's.  Pushing thoughts her, out of his mind he walked to the outer practice room. He saw Farhan in the middle of helping the student with her steps. He waited till they had begun the routine. It was an aggressive filler , showing their emotions and the personalities of the character. But something didn't add up. If the happy in love couple were Zaakhir and NIda, and the other two styles were by Farhan and his partner, then the slow painful version was left for...???

He ran out of the room towards the smaller studio, where he knew he'd find Geet.  It wasn't fair that she got that part ot play. He would allow her to change it.

He stopped short of the door, keeping himself from view. Why he did that, he didn't know, but on some level he knew she might not want to see him.

She was already dancing.  He watched her move, the dancing giving her pain an expression. It was beautiful, filled with anguish, but beautiful. Did that make him a sadist? For liking the pain that reverberated off and around her.  He watched her. It was impossible not to watch her.

When she finally stopped, panting, he mustered his courage and walked towards her.


She stiffened and turned at his voice. Her expression hardened on seeing him and she turned away without a word.

''Geet please stop.'', he said desperately.

She did...turning her face away.

''Look, Geet... ...I...I want to...have been wanting to apologize for a lot of days. I had no excuse for myself and I don't ask for forgiveness either. Cause I can't forgive myself, and I wouldn't expect you to. But I want you to know that I'm extremely sorry. I shouldn't have spewed my anger on you. And I shouldn't have aimed baseless conjectures at you either.'' He paused. ''If you'd like to, you could change your song selection and dance to another part. I have reviewed everyone's choreography now, but I hadn't realized that you had got the finale. If you aren't comfortable ... I'm sure Nida will be willing to change. It's ur choice. Personally I liked your choreography and Nida might not do justice to it.

And err...I'm really sorry...again.''

Geet looked up to meet his eyes. There was nothing but an earnest regret in there and she found herself believing him. She nodded once and walked away.

Maan ran a hand through his hair. It felt like his heart was thudding threatening to burst out.


Over the next few days, Maan watched each of the performances. They were apt for every performer.. Like the chits of the draw had known which hand would suit them the best and had delivered themselves.

He knew the one person he could perform with. It was Geet; not because he wanted to , but because she was the lone dancer in her performance. But her dance was breathtaking. He didn't want to fiddle around with it and take away its essence. But, he wanted to be a part of it somehow and he had to be a part of one performance, as was tradition. He sat at the end of the hall watching Geet perform on stage. This had become a habit and she had become used to it too.

The moves of her dance were perfectly imperfect.But hers being the finale, needed that extra touch.

He walked out discreetly and moved to the wings, taking in her movements, her steps, the area she left for the props, and the unused area of the stage!

He walked out, and called Zakhir to his cabin.

Precap - Geet's performance

Guys ,

I'm not too happy with this sorry bout any sloppiness. 

 I decided to break it up into two - there's too much in one update otherwise - this one shall go up soon.

 Hope u enjoy it.


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