Geet was passing by Dev-Meera's room that night when she
stopped hearing loud voices coming from inside, they were having some argument
it seemed. Dev had come to know of the little act they played out today and it didn't
go well with him, it was miserable to see a rift between them because of her. She
wasn't the one to eavesdrop but this time it was her fault and she wanted to
interfere, ask forgiveness.
"Are you mad? Kya soch rahi thi tum?"
"I am sorry Dev, I couldn't see Geet and Maan this way, and
I was just trying to help them."
"Help what? Aur yeh, yeh tarika nikala tumne? Even after
knowing the situation you acted so rash, I couldn't believe...?"
"Please you calm down, mera intention kisi ko hurt karna
She was sobbing now, but Dev as if had lost his cool today.
"Calm down? Have you lost it Meera? Mera bhai marr raha hai,
do you hear? He's going to die damn it, tum dono behne usse chain se marne kyu
nahi deti ho? Aur... aur aisi situation me tum usse jealous feel karwana chahti
They stopped at the sudden sound of door opening. Immediately
their stance changed, pretending to be normal seeing Geet at the door. A fake
smile came up to cover up the pains they had hidden from her till now. Finally
she reached the root of the problem.
"Geet tum yahan?"
She raised her hand to stop them from pretense, it wasn't
needed anymore her eyes said it all. Still they refused to relent, a promise
they gave him was bigger than her life.
"Please jiju please, bataiye na kya hua mere Maan ko...
She begged at his feet, not knowing what else to do; their
helplessness hurt her he knew, but her restlessness made him relent.
He recalled that day, he's just reached office but was
summoned back home by his mother. She didn't tell him the reason and he was
hell worried, all negative thoughts were dominating his mind. His anxiousness
changed to happiness when he saw Maan there. He was back, his brother back in
flesh and blood. It was a moment to celebrate.
But as if the happiness had only a very short life, they sat
there stiff as Maan recalled incidences one by one that chilled them to bones.
After losing his team and killing the kidnappers he left
from there. As he kept walking, the drugs and the injury started taking toll on
his body; he collapsed many times and kept moving fighting unconsciousness. The
dark lanes confused his befuddled state, making him lose way and take rounds of
same place but he was not one to give up. The bullet in his arm hurt too, but
there was no means to extract it he just tied a torn part of his shirt there
but that wasn't tight enough it fell over in his long journey.
Finally he saw a building, on reaching there he came to know
it was a factory and the trucks would be leaving in few hours for Delhi, he
climbed inside one and sat there waiting to reach the city. He couldn't loose his
sense he knew, and to keep his sanity he kept taking her name, it was his talisman,
his reason to live. I am coming Geet, wada kiya hai tumse, I won't let anything happen to
your Maan, I won't let him die baby.
After that unconsciousness took over him and next he woke up
in hospital and met Adi, who had saved him. After he was well enough to move he
immediately reported to work.
The news of his return was kept hush by the orders from
higher officials, it was sensitive issue - the army personnel getting kidnapped
and with Independence Day so close the security arrangements if questioned can
lead to chaos amidst the public. Additionally Maan was ordered to maintain low
profile and not to contact anyone till the Independence Day, his leaves were
also postponed to after that.
He longed everyday to see his family, meet them or at least talk
to them, but duty bound that he was, he'd pledged his life to the nation. As
days started to pass by, he was getting frustrated, no contact with any one, no
work to do. The empty mind began to eat him. Finally the fifteenth of August
went by and his days of freedom seemed near, his leaves stared from 20, before
that he only had a medical camp to attend.
The doctor summoned him to meet him and collect his report
personally. As he met with the doctor he looked worried.
"Hey doc, any tensions?"
He asked seeing him not taking an initiative.
"Yes, I am afraid there is a matter of concern; need to ask
you certain questions."
The seriousness in his tone now reflected in Maan's demure.
"Do you have regular chest pains, lightheadedness and more
than usual weakness?"
"Yes, but that might be because of the injuries, it would
take some time to heal, doctor told me when I discharged from Delhi."
"It's not that simple Maan."
"Why? Is there a problem? Come to the point."
"Your reports suggest that you have a leaky valve."
"What... What does that mean?"
"Don't panic I will tell you. Valve is a part of heart; it
has flaps that open to let the blood flow forward in one particular direction. But
in your case, every time your heart beats there will be backward leak of blood
through the valve."
"What... but how? I mean how am I alive then?"
"Well, you see we have got four valves, and as I said there's
no stopping to the blood flow, instead it's leaking backward. As the leak
worsens, the heart pumps faster to make up the loss that is going to be
"Why didn't the doctors tell me about it at that time?"
"They couldn't have figured it out it's difficult unless we
do heart ultrasound."
"How did that happen? I mean I was fine you know in the last
"Yes indeed you were fine, there are many causes, in your
case I think when you were injected drugs with that the bacteria entered your
system and caused the problem."
"But there might be a remedy doctor, I mean everything can
be cured now, there is a solution right."
"There is a solution Maan, if we transplant, but I am afraid
because you've reached a critical stage I don't think you have enough time to
wait for the right donor."
"Then what do we do now?"
"For now we place a pace-maker that should take care of your
abnormal heart rhythms, with certain precautions and right medicines we can
extend your time, and by then we look for a donor."
"Whatever you say"
For next two days he was numb, but his health condition kept
syncing deep in his mind. His reports were already submitted to the higher
officials and anytime his end of the service order was due. His heart ached and
it had very little to do with his illness, it was the helplessness, the
incompleteness to be able to serve his country anymore. It seemed like all his
dreams collapsed in front of his eyes that day.
He left for Mumbai soon after and for the first time after
15 years, he entered his paternal mansion. He went straight to the wall that
had his parents' picture hung. The mansion was still well maintained, no hint
of dust anywhere, fresh garland on his parents portrait and incense stick spreading
light fragrance. He complained to his father and cried his state to his mother.
"Sab puchhte hai mujhse mai kyu nahi aata yahan, naarz tha
aap logo se mujhe akela chhod gaye aap, aur jab jeena chahta hu toh apne pass
bula rahe hai. Kaise rahegi wo mere bina? Itne wade kiye the usse, abb saare
Not able to bear anymore he started to leave from there when
he collided with another person. Adi had come there on monthly visit to check
if everything was ok at the mansion, it was his additional duty. Seeing Maan he
It didn't take much convincing this time, Maan agreed to
take up the matters of company in his hand. He spent his time now in mansion reading
about the history of the company resting post his operation to place pace
maker. He was as normal as he could get under the circumstances. As months
passed by, he learnt the basics of the business and agreed to take the CEO
post, under the guidance of Adi he trusted him and business was not meant for
him. It was a temporary arrangement until a suitable candidate was found to
take up the post, and Maan being the major shareholder only had the authority
to remove the current CEO ad hoc.
"Aur kya kerta mai maa, himmat nahi thi usse face karne ki..."
Maan cried laying his head on the lap of his masi-maa as he
finished his story, Dev caressed his head and Meera cried relentless keeping
her head on Dev's shoulder.
"Mujhe nahi pata tha ki ussne Office join kiya warna mai
waha kabhi nahi jata..."
No one else spoke till now; they just heard him and let him
speak his heart out.
"Bhaut mushkil tha aap sab se dur rehna..."
"Bas beta sab thik ho jayega, mujhe puri ummeed hai ki
humein jaldi koi donor milega aur..."
But he was not listening anything today.
"Meri zindagi ek jhoothi ummed parr tiki hai maa, magar mai
usse iss jhoothi ummeed ke sahare nahi baandhna chahta. Ye kamzor dil usse kaise de du maa...?" (dialogue credits - kal ho na
ho - movie)
Their hearts ached seeing the miserable condition he was in.
They had no option to erase or the least dull his pain, in fact it was only
going to increase every second from now on.
He stood up as if determined this time,
"Aap sab waada karo mujhse, Geet koi kuchh nahi batayega,
thodi takleef hogi usse abhi parr baad me sab thik ho jayega."
Three of them agreed though unwillingly, they were amazed at
the love they saw between them at the same time complained to almighty silently
for testing them so hard.
Dev finished his story with wet eyes, he looked at Geet; she
wasn't saying anything at all. He shook her out of trance.
"Mujhe unse milna hai..."
She said firmly.
"Geet abhi bahut raat ho gayi hum subah baat karte hai"
They tried to knock some sense in her, but she was far from
any rationality right now.
"Abhi milna hai, aap mujh le kar nahi jana chahte toh
address dijiye mai khud chali jaungi."
She was adamant, finally Dev decided it was better he
The drive to Khurrana mansion was silent, Geet was lost in
thoughts and Dev didn't know what to say hence he chose silence. They reached
inside and the guard opened the gate seeing Dev's car. As they reached the
portico, Dev held Geet's hand.
"Mai yaha tumhara wait karta hu, call me if something
She nodded and walked inside lost in thoughts, her heart
throbbing to come out of her chest. What she'd say to him now? But it pained
her that he didn't consider her a partner yet to share his pain his life, all
the while she considered him her husband. He was trying to save her from pain,
but the biggest pain for her was not being able to share his pain.
Maan was sitting in his dark room lost in thoughts; his
thoughts were his only companion these days. It was still stuck at Geet
agreeing to marry, and he was in big dilemma. The internal fight was taking
toll on him today and he even contemplated getting drunk; but thought better of
it, he already had a damaged heart, least he wanted now was a damaged liver. He
It was good right that she is moving on? When did I become
so selfish that I am not capable of being happy for her? Was that not what I
wanted? Anyway there wasn't anything I can give her now in the short span of my
remaining life? But why then this heart cries? Longs to be in her arms and get
loved? Now he knows why the drugs injected in his system failed to knock him
down, the drug that her love is, kept him going, still holding on to him as he
fought alone with his impending death caused by the same drug.
A sudden movement broke his thoughts and he turned to the
door, only to find his worst nightmare come true. Her presence at his house at
this hour indicated only one thing and he dreaded the same. She kept standing
there, not saying anything prolonging his agony.
He called her softly, not able to bear the silence or the
distance anymore. He stood up and was beside her by that time and held her by
her shoulder, she looked wreck like she'd collapse anytime.
He was shocked next moment as she removed his hand from hers
"Geet... kya hua?"
There was no need for pretense his mask was long gone since
he heard about her marriage plans in the morning. She looked at him with
bloodshot eyes, anger and pain of deceit evident in them. She held him tight at
his collar and shook him hard, her voice
"Samajhte kya hai aap apne aap ko haan? Pehle saath dene ke
jhoothe wade kiye, mere mann me itni ummeede jagayi, sapne dikhaye, aur abb,
abb chhod diya akele jeene ko. How dare you? How dare you deceive me Maan?"
He closed his eyes not able to take her accusations; he was
at fault he knew only he didn't know how to reduce her pain.
"Geet please, meri baat suno..."
He tried to calm her, explain her that it is better for her
to leave his side, and find a new life, and many more things he wanted to say
at this moment, it felt like he wouldn't get a chance after this...
"Kya sunu? Kya sunu mai haan? Bahut bol chuke aap, aur bahut
sunn chuki mai. Abb aaj aap meri ek aakhiri baat sunn lijiye."
She left his shirt then, and wiped all her tears away
"Hum iss modh parr pehle bhi aa chuke hai, farak bas itna hai
ki uss waqt main khushiyan apnane se darr rahi thi aur aap, yaad hai aapne kya
"Aaj mai aapse kehti hu Maan, I will never force this
relation on you, parr iska yeh matlab mat samajhiyega that I have given up on
you, never. I am going to give you time, my lifetime."
Those were the same words he told her that time, it was same
yet different how ironically life had brought them to square one. This was the
point where their relation hung again balancing between yes and no.
"Haan parr mai khud ko aapki nazron se dur nahi karungi,
nahi reh sakti aapke bagair. Itna haq toh denge na mujhe ki aapka khayal rakh
saku, saathi bann kar nahi toh ek nurse hi sahi."
The hope, the request in her voice didn't let him become
heartless again and refuse. Anyway there wasn't any reason left to separate her
from him anymore after she knew the ramifications of his fate. There wasn't
going to be an happily ever after he knew, but in this moment he decided to forget
about the future and live in present, to make some memories, not for himself
but for her.
Precap: Last Part. Oh yes i have another one, more crying on the way...lol
Disclaimer - I have no medical background what so ever, i have tried to keep things as real and factual as possible, but have changed the diagnosis as per the need of my story. Kindly assume things as they are shown, because this is a fiction.
Edited by Sundari. - 25 January 2017 at 3:08am