Geet was about to shut her computer and call it a day when a
ping from her computer stopped her. She'd received a mail from Adi sir.
"7 pm Conference room"
Her heart rate increased reading the mail. Finally after
days of persuasion Adi sir had understood her need to meet Maan and promised to
help her. She'd always shared a good rapport with him, he also told her how his
family had been employed by the Khurrana's since generations and she was amazed
at their loyalty. He also told her stories of the royalty of Khurrana's that
he'd heard from his father, grandfather and everyone, and that he wondered why Maan
was never interested in the riches even after growing up. She used to laugh
mentally thinking how less people know about her Maan and decided that she will
tell Maan about Adi when he returns, but now that thought itself brings nothing
She sighed and checked her watch, it was time already,
strange she would still lose track of time thinking about him. She moved
towards the conference room.
He entered the conference sharp at 7. Being punctual was his
habit, and being the boss doesn't give him any excuse to make others wait.
Strangely the conference room was empty, he sighed and took his phone out to call
Adi and ask if there was any change in the schedule of meeting when he heard
click of door.
There she was, closing the door; he didn't need to ask
anyone anymore, he knew the purpose of this meeting. He sighed heavily; sooner
or later he has to address this issue, then why to delay more. He waited for
her to say.
She turned around to face him now, and her eyes stuck to him
drinking in every feature, every curve of his face. God! It has been a year,
but she felt like an eon has passed since she last saw her Maan. Maybe she would
never see him again. Still this heart wanted the assurance of his well being,
and she was helpless.
They were standing close now, only one feet of physical
distance in between. Yet he was far removed from her. She stretched her hand
resting it on his cheek, caressing it slightly as if to make sure it wasn't a
dream. Tears flew continuously from her eyes as they kept questioning him - how
are you? Kitni der laga di aane me? Aapko meri yaad nahi aayi? The
questions were endless, so much that she couldn't speak, just let her heart
absorb his presence. At this moment his indifference, his response, his
rejection nothing mattered.
He was saying something, but she couldn't hear his voice,
the trance of her relief was so that it broke only at his harsh touch.
He held her hand that was on his cheek and increased the gap
"Oh! So you tricked me to meet you. Adi ko bhi convince kar
liya. If I am not meeting you, it means I don't want to meet you. Itni chhoti si
baat tumhe samajh nahi aati kya?"
She didn't respond still, just kept looking at him with
tearful eyes. As if his words didn't reach her mind only her eyes kept
absorbing him, his presence and the relief like she was drugged.
He shook her by her shoulder to bring her back to sanity. She
realized what she was doing, and quickly wiped her eyes of, she wanted some
"Kyu bulaya mujhe yahan, nahi milna chahta mai tumse, samajh
nahi aati tumhe ye baat?"
He spilled venom again, he was frustrated that she tricked
him, and Adi helped her.
"Samajh aati hai Maan, parr iss dil ne majbur kiya hua hai."
She replied still smiling.
"Kaise hain aap? Itni der laga di aane me, parr mujhe yakeen
tha aap zarur aayenge, wada jo kiya tha aapne mujhse. Chaliye, ghar chaliye,
aapko pata hai sab aapka kitna intezaar kar rahe hai, Meera ko baby hua, and
maa, maa toh bas..."
"Chup! Bilkul Chup!"
He cut her in between, not wanting to hear a word more, but
more than his words, his voice scarred him. The fears that she had been dealing
with, all seemed to come true.
"Puchha maine tumse kuchh? Nahi na, ye emotional drama mere
saamne mat karo. Na mujhe tumme koi interest hai, na tumhare family drama me."
A sob escaped her lips at his harsh words, how heartlessly
he broke her heart, but whom to complain, she'd given him this right herself.
"Haan drama. Aur ek baat sunn lo, aaj ke baad mujhse milne
ki koshish mat karna, apna kaam karo aur jaao yaha se. Nahi milna mujhe tumse"
He held her left hand and pulled out the ring from her ring
finger and thrust it in her hand.
"Aur nahi karni mujhe tumse shadi, samjhi tum. Ab jao yaha
She kept staring at him blankly as he showed her the gate to
exit. She knew this day was going to come in her life the day she saw him
return this way, but didn't fathom the amount of pain it will cause her. Only
thing that held her together till today was that ring, and now he snatched that
too from her. She stopped crying at once, there was nothing left for crying
now, everything was crystal clear. She rubbed her eyes; harshly this time maybe
it will remove the tears forever.
He was unlocking the door to leave the room as soon as
possible. He can't go like that...
"Meri baat abhi khatam nahi hui Mr. Khurrana."
He froze at the spot, his hands not struggling with the lock
anymore. She moved towards him and turned him to face her. She pulled is hand
and kept the ring on his stretched hand. He was looking down not looking at her
anymore. She held his caller to make his eyes meet her fire spitting eyes.
"Samajh gayi thi mai, bahut pehle samajh gayi thi ki aap kya
chahte hai, bas aisi kaayarta ki ummeed nahi thi aapse. I had the guts to say
No to you on your face Mr. Khurrana, but not you, you rather chose to hide.
Hide behind this mask of new life. You didn't come clean. Aur aisa rishta jodne
me mujhe koi interest nahi hai."
He shocked seeing disgust and accusations in those innocent
hazel eyes. Never knew she had the capability to hate too.
"Ek aur ummeed thi aapse, parr who bhi aapne tod di. Mai toh
shayad koi nahi, kuchh hi mahine pehle aapki life me aayi, but you didn't think
of that woman who gave you a home when you became orphan. Chhii... sharam aati
hai mujhe aaj aapse apna naam jod ke, jo insaan ek maa ki bhavanao ki kadar
nahi kar sakta wo mere pyar ko kya samjhega?"
He closed his eyes, cringing at her hateful words.
"Kyu bura laga sunn ke? Kya galti thi unki jo unn buddhi
aankhon ko bas intezaar naseeb hua, boliye na kya galti thi?"
She shook him hard trying to get an answer while he'd sworn
"Ekk saal se wo soyi nahi, har dusri aahat sunn ke unke dil
me ek ummeed jaagti hai ki shayad unka Maan waps aa gaya. Boliye na kya galti
thi jo unki baaki ki zindgi me aapne intezzar likh diya..."
She slid down crying still holding his shirt in the process
all the buttons opened, and he kept staring at her with blank eyes. He was
shocked at her grief, more so because it was not for herself. Gently he freed
himself from her hold and left from there limping.
She watched him leaving for sometime then wiped her tears,
if that's what he wanted, be it, but she wouldn't let this go easily. He may
choose not to answer her but he owes an answer to that woman who loved him more
than her own child. She too left from their deciding not to say anyone about
him until he decides to do it himself, which she was sure would happen soon
Bullets kept firing in
every direction, but he cared less. May whatever happen today but he wouldn't
return unless he killed all those men.
"Sir, we are heavily
outnumbered, they must have inkling about the attack, and they are ready. I
suggest we retreat."
A bullet passed very
close to his head, both of them ducked in time and hid behind the tree.
"No Khan! Mai yaha se
khali hath waps jaane nahi aaya hu. I don't care what happens, mission is still
"But sir, others might
not want to take this ri..sk."
He completed fearing
his fire spitting eyes.
"Are you the one who
is not willing to take this risk?"
Khan nodded in no
"Be on position then"
The other person left,
and Maan immediately reloaded his rifle and started to shoot again, no bullet
was allowed to miss the target. Ten hours, after ten hours of heavy firing, it
was time to celebrate.
"Well done boys." He
appreciated his team, as they stood with him and his
decision even when there
was no hope.
"Your decision was
They had lighted the
fire and were sitting around it after treating each other's injuries. It was
time to celebrate, they were successful big time.
"Hold on to your
alcohol boys, we are still on high alert area."
He warned but he knew
it would go to deaf ears. All retired to their respective tents to sleep for
few hours before they packed up for return at the dawn.
He woke up early, and
folded up his tent, then went to check on others.
"Where is khan and
"Sir, raat me tent me
They waited for few
hours and searched nearby areas but no clue. After that Maan decided that he
will look for them whilst the others returned.
He kept walking
looking for clues; there was very less hope because he knew that they were
drunk last night. There was no doubt that this was a planned move. He felt
thirsty and decided to look for water first, their provisions was also over as
it was their day of return. Near the water he saw a tree which had a piece of
cloth stuck on it. On close examination he found that it was their uniform, and
the wet ground there looked like someone was dragged all the way from here to
somewhere, he started to follow.
He walking fast and
his brain was working faster than his legs. He looked around, he had two
options now, but he couldn't do anything without reaching his team members and
next step he took he fell on a ditch. It was not very deep, and he could come
out of it in a minute, but he didn't want to. He wanted to know what was their
intention and decided to end them also, bonus.
"paani... hhh... paani"
He felt very thirsty
as the consciousness returned, he realized his hands were tied together at the
back and so was his legs, he tried to move but no purchase whatsoever. Slowly
he opened his eyes to find himself in a dark room.
How did I come here? He
tried to recall, after falling in the ditch he was pulled up in a net and
swiftly something small and sharp hit is arm, ouch! The sting was still there.
He looked around to find his team mates also lying there still unconscious. He
crawled up to them and hit them with which ever body part that came in contact
to wake them up.
discussed the situation among themselves and possible options. There were very
few, they already had an idea of the danger coming in, but the mystery was why
kidnap a few rather than kill all?
It became very clear
very soon, they wanted to know the security arrangements for Independence Day
in exchange of their lives. The negotiations with the government were not
turning out in their favor it seemed, as the torture only increased. But they
were less aware of it, due to the entire drug in their system.
It was three days now,
all the while Maan was observing their moves, no drug could keep him out for
more than eight hours; he just pretended to be unawares and silently looked for
a loop hole. There was a possibility and today was the day he concluded, the
risk was high but he had to take the chance.
It was time for dinner
for those terrorists; that was the only time they were left alone. There were 4
of them and always one sat to keep an eye on them, but he heard that today they
will have a discussion at dinner about moving them from here and cross the
border hence they will be unwatched today. He had only ten minutes to cut the
ropes of three of them; it was tricky because the only sharp object in the room
was way too blunt. Still he started rubbing the rope in his hands to the blunt
but rough edge of the wall. It took hell of a time but finally he was free.
He hurried to open the
ropes of others and looked around; some water was there at the corner. He kept
his hand on the mouth of khan and threw water on his face sharply, repeated the
same with Raj too. He explained them that they have to gatecrash their room,
get hold of gun and finish them. They were all in a mess but hope kept them
Slowly they came out,
seemed like luck favored them or they kept the door open to be able to hear the
slightest of sound made by them. 1, 2, 3 attack. All three of them lunged
forward, as the other two jumped on the four terrorists Maan looked for their
guns and fired immediately he found one. Two bullets, two dead, the third
terrorist also got hold of a gun and shot at Maan.
Three of them shouted
together, Maan's eyes widened next second as he didn't feel any pain of bullet
He woke up suddenly from the light sleep that he slipped
into while thinking about his mission. It was a great loss, with both of them
dead, he fought singlehanded with the two of them and overpowered them with the
rage of revenge burning in him. He hit them continuously and so hard that they
laid there dead, satisfied he smiled and started to go from there, when the
last bullet hit him, right at his left arm, he just didn't care.
Precap: Agar tum saath ho...
Note: Three more parts to go, it will end with this month. This
time guarantee. Next on Sunday, or maybe sooner, depends on my mood
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Edited by Sundari. - 17 January 2017 at 5:59am