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When she woke up the next morning Maan as usual was sleeping like a baby
beside her. She came out carefully of his embrace, her stomach asking for food
after such a brisk night. She wore his shirt and after brushing her teeth came
downstairs like always running a hand through her messy hairs. She was half way
yawning when her eyes halted on two ladies sitting stiffly in the living room.
One who looked to be in her 40ties and was dressed in a cool blue flower
printed saree diverted her gaze while another who was probably in her late
60ties or may be 70ties was dressed in a cream, gold bordered saree. The two
women were a contradiction to each other but they both oozed out class n
Don't know why the older woman was glaring daggers at
her. Geet pulled her hand out of her hairs n looked down. Oh yeah! Perhaps it
had something to with her not so sophisticated attire.
Geet said awkwardly. Can I do something
That moment Maan came downstairs n his shock was no less
than the other occupants in the room. Maa,
Dadimaa' what are you guys doing here?
Maa n Dadimaa? Geet was incredulous to no limits. What
was she supposed to do? Run or hide under the table?
Now do we have to
take your permission before coming? Or were you too busy for your family? The elder lady eyed
Geet condescendingly, to which she just down casted her eyes, feeling no less
than a thief.
Maa ji, I had said
to inform them before coming. Maan's mother said.
Another gripping silence settled n Maan broke it. Dadimaa, Maa this is Geet n Geet my mother
n grandmother. When nobody moved Maan signaled Geet towards his Dadimaa's
feet and Geet was like 'who? Me?'
No matter how odd it seemed Geet walked ahead n touched
Dadimaa's feet. Why are you smiling?
Dadimaa asked when Geet stood back up.
She wasn't smiling but was stifling her giggles, it was
all so weird. Umm, nothing. She said
n touched Maan's mother's feet. She, unlike Dadimaa, held Geet's shoulders n
pulled her into a hug.
God bless you.
Her words were genuine n Geet didn't found it amusing. She instead wrapped her
arms around the other woman, forgetting everything momentarily and savoring the
true blessing. She reminded Geet of her own mother.
Maan she is really
pretty. Maan mother said and despite everything he smiled proudly n Geet
was confused what all of this was about.
Come here after
freshening up. We have a lot to talk. Dadimaa commanded.
So someone could order Maan Singh Khurana too. Then his
granny did looked scared n strict. He held Geet's hand n pulled her with
himself. Maan, Niks told me that your
mother had expired'.
She is my step
You mean she is
Dev's mother. Geet asked
shell-shocked. The woman she met downstairs was Dev's mother. How was it even
possible? She seemed so sweet n kind-hearted n really had given birth Dev-The
You get dressed.
Um' wear something nice. That
sentence didn't go very well with Geet; she held his hand when he started
His jaw tightened n Geet regretted asking. Least she
wanted was to get him angry again. What
do mean by why? He asked barely controlling his anger.
will get ready.
What Maan intended by nice was not clear to Geet. And she
didn't know why he wanted her to be with his mother n granny. They caught them'.
okay, it should have ended there with loads of cursing n screaming if you go by
the traditional way of finding a man in your family with a prostitute. But it
didn't happen like that.
Was it going to happen now? May be rich people did it in
a sophisticated way.
Since both ladies were in sarees Geet wondered if she was
supposed to wear something traditional but she had nothing of that sort. Mostly
she had dresses n a few jeans. She settled on one casual, black Jeanswith a peach top with puffed short
sleeves. It was cute more than sexy n Geet had purchased the thing because she
liked these kinds of dresses though nobody else did so she wore skimpy clothes
She came to Maan's room first not wanting to go alone in
front of Dadimaa. He opened the door when she knocked lightly. Do I look fine or you want me to change?
Maan shook his head. You
look perfect like always. He planted a kiss on her forehead and Geet
furrowed her brows. Something about kissing on forehead went deeper than a kiss
on lips. It was more meaningful. No lust involved, a kiss on forehead conveyed
silent vows to care n protect. A kiss on forehead wasn't a lover's kiss it was
more of a kiss of love.
Don't do that.
Like Maan had taken oath to do exactly the same of what
she denied, he cupped her cheeks in his large hands n looked directly into her
eyes as if saying 'stop me if you can' and pecked her forehead again. His lips
lingered over her skin unnecessarily n she shivered remembering last night. He
parted n spoke in a husky voice. Come on,
Dadimaa doesn't like late comers.
They went downstairs n settled on the dining table to
have breakfast. Neena was standing behind Dadimaa with her usual scowl on face.
Geet was sure she had fed Dadimaa with some interesting facts about her n that
was why she was on the receiving end of so many glares n sneers.
I thought you were
with Deepika. Dadimaa questioned before they could start eating.
Geet clenched her fists in her lap. She had almost forgotten
about her. His family also knew about Deepika n Dadimaa looked really fond of
her. Geet lowered her head why was she feeling crestfallen n why was her chest
tightening so painfully. The scene of Deepika with Maan in the dark corridor
replayed on the screen of Geet's mind n she felt anger n agony hitting her with
same intensity as it had earlier. Did jealousy feel like this? If it did she
had no right over the feeling. Geet drank water picking the glass placed before
her n tried to calm her nerves down.
don't start again. Maan said exasperated.
From which family
does this girl belong?
Geet thanked the heavens that they didn't get that she
was a wh**e. She didn't blame them. Niks had done an exceptional job in dolling
her up. If they had looked at her a month ago instantly they would have known
from which dirty line she belonged to.
Her name is Geet.
Maan corrected n something fluttered in Geet's stomach. She doesn't have a family.
What is that
supposed to mean?
That she doesn't
have a family.
Where is she from?
She is not from
this city. She earlier lived in Bangalore n have just came to Delhi a few
What else do you
know about her?
Maan, do you know
what you are doing? Dadimaa asked furiously, she was talking like Geet
didn't exist in the room. Geet had no idea why Maan was even trying. She turned
her head n found Maan's mother looking at her with confusion itched on her
face. She smiled when she found her looking n Geet had to smile back. Her smile
didn't last for long.
I think I have
seen you somewhere. Maan's mother said n Geet nearly stopped breathing.
May be on the
front page of numerous papers with Maan. Dadimaa supplied sarcastically n
Maan rolled his eyes.
The topic changed back to Dadimaa's enquiry n Geet sighed
with relief. Maan fed the two women of his house with lies n Geet felt
pathetic. He was lying to his family. It wasn't good. Why was he doing this?
Geet never wanted to break anyone's family. To the clients her condition had
always been to book a hotel room or meet at her place, she never went to
anyone's house. She was a pros but not a home-breaker.
Nikita saved the day by making an entry.
You should have at
least informed before coming. She said hugging Dadimaa first n then her
step mother. There was no hate on face that Geet had seen when she had talked
about Dev. It seemed that Dev's mother shared a nice bond with Maan n Nikita.
Just by Nikita's appearance the atmosphere lightened.
Maan brought Geet to his room after sometime. Geet, Dadimaa n Maa stays here whenever they come from Mumbai so I am
afraid you would have to live with Niki for a few days. He was actually
felt guilty while saying so. Maan wasn't sure how was he going to take her
absence in his house when he had become so accustomed to her presence there.
Just the knowledge that she was there-safe n sound-below the same roof as him,
gave him the peace required to live. They
are against cohabitation. Geet almost choked at his last word, theirs
wasn't exactly a cohabitation arrangement. Would
that be okay?
Geet couldn't help wondering that this, may be, was the
start. He was sending her away first from his house then he would kick her out
of his life. She would have to go back n never-ever see him again. It was not
the first time though she would be losing something. When was this dream hers
She swallowed the lump down her throat. Yes, of course. No problem.
Oh. He said a
strange expression on his face that Geet didn't like at all. Did she say
something wrong? No matter what she said or did'her words n actions always
ended up getting him upset. What was she supposed to do that he wouldn't send
her away. It was her fault. He would have discovered that she was jealous of
"She wanted Maan
just for herself so Maan got himself out."
She should have been more careful. How could she even
think that he was hers? No, it was a mistake. Now she would have to go. Gosh!
She didn't want to go. This was what she was scared of, to get involved this
deep n try to deny her terrible fate which wasn't possible.
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Edited by OsheenDGr8 - 16 June 2013 at 11:21am