Next day was the wedding. Geet was royally angry with him. Maan tried to speak to her, but she just left the room very angrily. But this was sweet, she was not being indifferent. She was hurt. She was so pissed off with him. The morning meditation didn't go well. She could hardly concentrate.. not because of the other reason(wink wink) but because she was annoyed. She pushed her self to do yoga.. even that was not working. She was in a mood to fight. & Maan was all their to pamper her temper coming infront again & again unknowingly.
While getting ready for the marriage Geet was really confused. She looked at the big suitcase which Meera had packed. She kept looking at it.
He came from no where & pulled it out. She looked away angrily. He gave her space & went in the wash room to get ready.
Geet was not sure. She opened the suitcase & kept staring at the rich colors that lay infront.
Maan saw her sitting like that all the while. He had come out wiped his hair changed into the Shervani.. & she was still staring at those dresses. His heart pained to see her like that. His eyes followed her gaze that was fixed on the transparent jewelry box. The black & golden beaded chain. He remembered the very first time he had put around her neck.. it didn't take a moment for his steps to reach them to pick it up & slowly wrapped it around her neck softly pressing the hook together.
Her eyes filled up. Instantly her fingers reached to feel them.. she looked at the mirror to assure herself. He just stood behind her. She looked at him & at the dresses
He knelt down, dearly cupped her face ' tum mujhe aisen hi bahut pyari lagthi hoon
she snapped back pushing his hands off ' phir kal kyun kaha tha main nahi sajthi
he was rendered speechless with her anger ' wo main
geet was drawn back to the painful memories that led her to simple dressing.
She looked away sadly ' uss din tho mainne simple sa cotton sari phena tha.. & that client
he clenched his fist.. like he knew wat ever she was going to say, was going just break him
Geet ' but he was only staring at my waist & hair
Maans eyes welled up, anger ran through his veins wanting to strangle that person.. aur issliyen u cut ur hair so short he spoke painfully.
She spoke lost in her pain
geet ' it was meant only for ur eyes .. she paused, a sudden fear engulfed her, will he too misunderstand her like all did. Will he think she did on purpose. Will he not trust her like that day in pari's wedding.
he squeezed her in a heart clenching hug.
She cried I didn't lead him, sachi Maan main ne
maan ' shoo.. shhh. Geet I know u could never. I trust u..
he took those pleading lips into a soft tender kiss.
Her heart for the first time felt at peace. His claim.. his trust on her. Her heart cried...
Geet - but I am not able to trust u
she cried impotently.
He painfully searched her eyes that depicted the sincere effort to thrust him with her heart .. & how miserably every time it failed & how innocently she accepted it.
Maan - Some time u have to take that leap of faith
she looked at him trying to grasp his words
Maan - things have fallen apart
Maan - because of all my wrong doings, my mistakes, my assumptions
but here we r at the edge, where u go forward or backward, if you go forward
he looked into her eyes,
you have to jump taking that leap of faith the trust would follow.
He searched her eyes that was still lost in the whirlpool of battle. Like time just stood still.
It was too much to see & not to break down every time he realizes her pain all those years. He left to her to change.
He spend an hour sitting alone in the living room just thinking abt her feel, her sincerity to him all these years when according to her he was dead. She led go off her hair because she couldn't let any one impure it with their sight... the more he went into the depth of it, the more it made it difficult for him to breath.
His chain of thoughts where distracted when he heard a soothing chime. He looked at the source only to see the goddess herself descending down the steps. Her simplicity, her naked feminine bravery had already blown him. Dressed in red sari, her jhumaka that so boldly played with her cheeks, the payal that made that chup chup giving rhythm to his already thudding heart beat... just took his breath away.
He definitely deserved to be burned in hell to have ruined every right thing ever happened to him.
Thanks for the likes & comments
lots of love
Edited by muskanp - 18 June 2013 at 9:43pm