Her lips trembled as she let the sobs escape. Tears ran
down her cheek n for once she wasn't bothered about them because her inside
were in a greater mess. Geet believed she had hardened herself but she failed n
this blinding ache was her reward.
For the first times he saw the wall breaking. He filled
her into his embrace n she didn't protest. That's
the most you have ever expressed yourself to me. There was a smile on his
face as she buried her face into his chest crying her heart out. It didn't
matter that she slapped him what made a difference was she opened up to him.
She raised her head to see into his eyes which were
peaceful now. He picked her up n placed her on the bed. She didn't want to
fight anymore, her body was tired n so was her mind. Even after whatever he
said n she did, all she wanted what to close her eyes n sleep while he cocooned
her in his warmth.
Maan fulfilled her wish. He closed the lights n after few
moments she heard him climbing into the bed n pulling her close to him. His
smell n arms wrapped themselves around her.
I slapped you.
She stated unbelievingly. Why aren't you
I am ready to be
beaten to death, Geet; if that's the way you are letting me in.
Hope you slept
well, little brother? Nikita asked with a knowing look on her face.
Maan who was dressed in just his boxers and vest nodded
pulling out juice from the refrigerator. How
are you up so early? You came back late at night, I guess.
Yeah so I did. And
you took full advantage of that, making hot love to your girl friend.
Maan's lips twitched into a smile. When will you learn to curb your tongue Niki?
Nikita gave a low whistle. Someone's is good mood today. I heard about those papers leaking in
party Maan. People were talking about it?
Did they question
you? Maan asked. He may seem distant but he was very protective of his
Nikita rolled her eyes. Clam down tiger. Nobody have the guts to question me. But who could
have given those papers to police. Do you think Geet-
Geet has nothing
to do with this. He said, eyes flickering with fire Nikita was too familiar
with but like others wasn't scared of.
You know the
reason for Dadimaa's sudden visit?
Of course, she
wanted to see the girl with me in newspapers in person n check what's going on.
looked down at her cup of espresso, hot and soothing. I think you should tell Geet.
No. His voice
was firm, resolved but she sensed the cloaked fear. Now is not the right time.
But she has the-
Nikita started though when she looked up Maan had already left.
Maan entered the room finding Geet sleeping soundly
tucked in between the sheets, her face a picture of innocence.
The innocence that had robbed him of his sanity.
He had been on one his many visits to a college. It was
the same college where he had studied n got his degree from two years ago. Two
years had passed n many things had changed. From no one he had become The Maan
Singh Khurana, a rapidly rising name in the business world. In last two years
he had taken the complete reigns of Khurana Construction n since then all
business gurus were predicting him to be the next business king. He was shrewd
yet polite, grown up in between the tactics of business. With his sweet tongue
n sharp mind, he bagged deals like no other. No one could tell he was new. He
wasn't new. He had been in this world for too long, being formed to take over, control
He was invited to his own college as a guest lecturer. He
had been giving lectures for a while now n everywhere he went, the crowd adored
him. He had a way of connecting with people, inspiring them with his ways,
words n success tales.
When Maan had entered his familiar college, the best in
country, he hadn't known his life was going to change forever. He had been
coming out of auditorium his guards surrounding him while a lot of students
followed him asking questions n for autographs.
That was when he caught her sight. She was like a mist of
color in between the blacks and whites. Her hairs were open dancing around her
face while she held a mountain of books in her hands. The first thought Maan
had in his head was how she was able to see before her. Unlike all the young
girls around she wasn't wearing anything extraordinary n that was extraordinary
in itself. Clad in a conservative traditional kurti and jeans, she looked ready
to have a family picnic but was here in between the trendy lot of dazzling
youth. And she was wearing cartoon flip flops in her foot. Maan smiled following
her hurried steps from ground towards the corridor.
He didn't even realize his eyes were transfixed on her. Ouch... Maan winced inwardly when she
bumped into a guy; all the books fell from her hands. She bent down collecting
all books so hastily like she would miss some train if spent a minute extra.
Muttering something to the confused guy with lowered eyes she started walking
Maan instructed his guards to wait for him. He walked in
the direction where the girl had gone. Shit! He had lost her. Disappointment
rose in him like a tidal wave. He walked ahead searching some random corridors
but didn't find her anywhere. The feeling was so bad. He wanted to know if she
reached her destination in one piece with that huge bundle of books. When he
spun around to go back dejectedly she collided into him.
Phir se nai
Babaji. She whined making a baby face. Her voice was like sweet hum of a
flute. Did she call him babaji? Maan
The girl knelt down to pick the books up. The messy heap
of her curly hairs fell over her face disturbing her rescue mission of the
stranded books. Maan had this crazy urge to pull back those lose curl in his
hand n raise her face up to his scrutiny. The girl slid the hair band from
around her wrist n shyly tied the wild mass. Not once she looked up at him.
Suddenly aware how indecent he must be appearing Maan
crouched down before her n helped her in collecting the books. They
simultaneously held one book. Her hand was baby soft under his large one that
completely engulfed hers. Time seemed to freeze but she snatched the book n her
hand back the next second.
I... I am sorry. Her
pink, full lips formed the words n she adjusted the glasses on her cute, small
nose hiding herself behind the books. Maan knew he must be looking like a big
lunatic gaping at her openly without a word. He started to speak but she
hurried past in a whoosh leaving her sweet, innocent aroma behind. Maan looked
down at the floor. Apparently the scent wasn't just the only thing she had
left. He picked the book up.
The bold letters Romeo n Juliet' stared back at him n
Maan discovered his heart was beating fast.
Maan caressed Geet's forehead. She opened her eyes, her
body shivered with his touch, the warm hand sliding into her hair as he lowered
his face n covered her mouth with his. The kiss was like never before.
Something unknown, unusual lingered on the edge of the soft, deep cuddles of
his lips on hers.
moaned into his mouth floating in bliss. She wanted every morning to be like
this, to wake up in his safety, in his care, with his kisses... that stole her
Geet realized she was ready. She was ready to let go of
all the inhibitions, the past, the pain... The pain that she buried in her
chest, that lingered beneath her skin. No more. She would give herself a
chance. Even when she was too damaged for happiness Geet was willing to look
out for the lost pieces n join them back.
Get ready. Maan
whispered pulling back. We are going to
have breakfast with Dadimaa n Maa.
She sat up. What
should I wear?
pecked her forehead. You make everything
When Geet came downstairs she found Nikita there. The
other girl smiled at her but Geet didn't miss the momentarily sadness that had
flashed in Nikita's eyes like a torchlight in darkness. All set for the breakfast.
joined them dressed casually in jeans n button down shirt. Geet herself was
dressed in jeans n a peach colored top which she thought looked decent. Maybe
now Dadimaa would like her.
How do I look?
She asked Nikita as Maan walked out.
Eager to please my
Ah, I was jus-
You don't need to
Geet. You have a man who glows in
your presence. There is absolutely no requirement to please any other x, y n z.
Like always straight n blunt. Nikita's word hit her hard.
Geet almost walked out in a daze. She actually blushed like a teenager when
Maan opened the rear door for her, the giddy feeling in her stomach back.
They reached Maan's house n Dadimaa's condemning scrutiny
of her appearance didn't accomplish to make her feel like shit. She was too
happy for that. Yet it would have been nice if Dadimaa would have liked her
Some of her happy mood flied out of the window when at
the table Deepika joined them. She was wearing a beautiful sky blue chudidaar
suit that flowed down on her perfect body. Geet's stomach twisted, maybe she
was supposed to dress like that. When was the last time she wore suit?
Prostitutes just didn't go out in search of customers in these kinds of
clothes. So yeah it has been a long-long time.
Deepika touched Maan's mother feet then Dadimaa's. Thanks for coming beta on my invitation.
Dadimaa said as they settled to have breakfast.
Maan looked positively irked but she passed a small smile
to relieve him of the tension. As the dinner proceeded she found it hard to
swallow each bite. There were questions thrown at her about education, family
background etc. She lied n Maan had to too. The curious n mocking glances of
Deepika were somehow bearable but she couldn't take the sympathetic, pitiable
looks of Maan's mother. It didn't stop at that. There were tales discussed of
Deepika's achievements. How she handled a business so big on her own? How
capable she was? Of course, Geet knew the sole purpose was to show her down.
Dadimaa asked for water. The jug was before Geet but as
Geet passed a glass of water forward, Dadimaa disregarded it n took the one
from Deepika's hand. Maan glared at Dadimaa but she ignored that too.
When Maan went to attend a call, Dadimaa's glare n
remarks became crueler. It went on like that for a bit more until Maan found it
unable to stand. I am done. He stood
up n took Geet's hand pulling her up. She was more than happy to oblige. I will see you later. They walked out n
misery surrounded her like a black cloud.
It was a bad idea
to bring you here. Maan ran a hand through his hairs. I thought it would work out but I should have known.
I am sorry.
She said her head lowered. A tear dropped from her eyes at her failure. God,
she wasn't made for this. What was she thinking? She was good for sex, not for
family meals. I am the black ship. I
mean... I don't deserve-
respect. Maan held her shoulders n she looked up into his fierce eyes. And much more.
She doubted it. What she deserved was loath, may be pity...
but mainly disgust. Dadimaa hated her and she didn't even know she was a wh**e,
Maan's mother approached them. Ah, I brought this for you. She hesitantly took Geet's hand in hers
n slipped two gold kangans in her wrist. We
would be leaving soon n so I wanted to give this to you. Couldn't do it inside.
Hope you like it.
With blurred vision Geet couldn't see the kangans clearly
but that wasn't important. Th..ank you.
These are lovely.
The elder women smiled warmly, squeezing her hand. She
turned to Maan. Did you hear from Dev?
He didn't come to meet us. Sadness n disappointment marked her face. I don't know if he knows we are here, I
couldn't contact him.
Maa... Maan held
her face tenderly in his hands. You
don't worry. I will get through to him n send him to you.
While they were in the car Geet couldn't help admiring
the ornament in her hand. They were beautiful. The best gift ever.
You have a thing
for gold? Maan asked looked at her smiling face lost in the gold bangles.
I have a thing for
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Edited by OsheenDGr8 - 17 October 2013 at 10:40am