Hello my dear buddies...
So yesterday we saw Maan torn between the choice to save his love or his baby... His one decision raised several questions and the possibilities of MUs. His not being able to confess to her was another matter of concern.
So this OS is about his confession and Geet's reaction. It is split in two parts. Will try to post the second part by tonight (IST)
Hope you like it😳
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Part 1
It was the night before the wedding. The clock struck twice indicating the hour as he paced in his room spending one more sleepless night. Annie and Dadima had a great time teasing him mistakenly attributing his anxiety as nerves before the wedding. But he knew it was not true for the truth was that he had been waiting for eons for this day to arrive. He had been waiting to claim her as his for eternity, ever since she taught him to live and eventually became the reason of his existence. Only he knew how many restless days and nights at stretch he had spent in the times of uncertainty when he wasn't sure what would happen of their relationship... when every second he dealt with a nagging fear of loosing her... the fear that was devouring his insides. Thankfully, those uncertainties and insecurities had withered away clearing the sky that promised the light and warmth of love and compassion forever. However, for the past few days, sleep had deprived him as once again dark clouds of doubt and fear loomed over his head.
Ever since he had taken Geet's name in front of the doctor, he was facing turmoil within himself. Yes he chose Geet over the baby... but did he have choice? Could he choose the baby and watch Geet silently slipping away? Choosing baby would have meant risking both Geet's and the baby's life... atleast his decision would have ensured that one of them would be safe.
He loved the baby equally. The first glimpse of the baby on the ultra-screen monitor had got tears of joy in his eyes. For him, the baby belonged to him just like the baby's mother. Loosing the baby would have killed a part of him as well. Ever since he accepted Geet, this baby was always a part of the picture perfect family that he had envisaged with her. But how was he to explain it to Geet? How would he confess to Geet about his decision? There was no way he was going to hide this from Geet. Whatever be the consequences he had to tell her what had conspired when she was lying unconscious in her hospital bed.
He wanted to tell her about it on that very day itself. She had sensed his dilemma too. But then at that moment, he was too worried for her. She was sick, still lying weak in the hospital bed, tired after fighting a battle in the pursuit to save her baby and herself. How could he tell her this then? He couldn't expose her to yet another conflict. At least not until he was assured that she was doing perfectly fine.
Immediately after he brought her home, marriage ceremonies had begun. He had opposed to all the grand celebrations to prevent her from any stress. But then she was upset with him for worrying too much and ruining the fun for everyone else. Half-heartedly, he gave up but made sure she was not over doing anything and taking proper care of herself and the angel inside her. He was once on the verge of loosing them... her and the baby... and he was going to make sure, he never had to face that question of choice again!
And in all the rustle-bustle he didn't get enough time to talk to her. She was always occupied or was surrounded by a flock of women who just refused to leave her alone. The few moments that he managed to steal with her, she seemed to be brimming with so much joy and happiness that he didn't have the heart to break her bubble. But now, with the impending wedding just a few hours from now, he couldn't keep her in dark. He was the one who have always pressed on honesty in relationships and that is what the foundation of their relationship was. He couldn't defy that and let her down. No matter what the consequences, he had to her the truth and too before the wedding.
Determined, he stepped out of the room and went towards the outhouse. Just as the house, the outhouse was bustling with excitement throughout the day. His dulhan's Mayka was decorated with flowers and candles. Pinky had come to stay over with Geet for which he was really thankful to her.
Carefully, he sneaked into her room as he didn't want to wake Pinky. As he went over to her side of the bed, he saw a small smile playing on her lips as she slept peacefully tugged inside the coverlet. A small smile crept on his lips too as he took in her delicate features bathed in moonlight. Lost in her, he forgot the purpose of his visit and couldn't help thinking that this would be last night when his khwab, his mishti... was here... coz from tomorrow she would spread her shimmer and charm in his room... in his arms where he would hold her, cuddle her and treasure her. However, the minute his eyes caught the sight of her arm that was now adorned with Mehndi, gently resting over her abdomen, the smile was replaced by certain gloominess and he started anticipating what was to follow.
She slowly opened her eyes, as if sensing his intense gaze on her. For a moment she just looked at him and smiled, attributing it to be her dream. Day-dreaming about him had become her favourite pass-time these days and all he had been doing was invading her thoughts and dreams even when she slept. Nor fair! Dusht Danav!
He saw her opening her eyes and smiling at him. He smiled back and bend down to place a soft kiss on her forehead and on an instinct went to her belly, gently removed her hand and placed another kiss exactly where her hand had been resting. As she felt him do that, comprehension dawned upon her that she wasn't dreaming... He was standing right next to her bed at this unearthly hour. She immediately jerked up on bed and was about to speak when he placed a hand over her mouth and gestured towards where Pinky was sleeping beside her indicating her to keep quiet. She looked at him with eyes wide open and nodded towards him. Taking his hand off, he smiled at her and gently held her arm as he indicated her to follow his lead. With her other hand, she pushed the covers aside and walked after him, a little confused and groggy. She didn't ask him where he was taking her, it wasn't necessary neither he spoke a word until they reached the terrace. As she stepped in after him, he led her to a more distant corner and finally leaving her hand turned to face her.
She smiled and placed her hand on his cheek. He could smell the rich aroma of Mehndi from her hand and felt intoxicated. He removed her hand and looked at the dark colour of her Mehndi and then lifting it to his lips kissed her palm. She blushed.
"Agar dadima ko pata chala ki aap iss waqt mujhse milne aaye hain toh pata hai kya hoga?" she asked wanting to break the silence between them.
"Kya hoga Geet?" His intense gaze was captivating her and with every passing moment she was finding herself going weak. Gently he placed his hand on her face and with his thumb, grazed her blushed cheek. She smiled and looked down. "Don't worry Geet. Dadi ma kuch nahi kahingi... woh bhi jaanti hai ki main tumse dur nahi reh sakta"
Walking into his arms, she said, "Dur kahan Maan? Main toh aapke paas hi hoon na? Bas ek hi raat ki toh baat hai... intezar kijiye... intezar ka phal meetha hota hai" She chuckled at it and tried to move away from his embrace but he tightened his grip around her preventing her to move back... something about his hold and his silence gave her a feeling that something was amiss... she immediately got concerned and asked, "Kya hua Maan? Sab theek hai na?"
Maan knew now was the time. If he didn't confess now, he'll never be able to do it. So he loosened his grip on her and taking a step back, he looked deeply into her eyes as he said, "Geet mujhe tumhe kuch batana hai". She was worried. Fate has never been on her side... had it braced itself again to pull another cruel trick on her. However, she mustered some courage as she looked back into his eyes. Something was bothering him and she had to know what it was and do anything and everything in her power to ease his worries. She was ready to pay any price to remove all the traces of this darkness from his eyes. She interlaced her fingers with his as she gestured him encouragingly to continue.
Maan closed his eyes and taking a deep breath, he looked up at her again as he said, "Geet, tum mujhpar bohut bharosa karti ho na?" Geet smiled and simply nods her head in agreement when he continued, "Par Geet maine tumhara bharosa toda hai" Confused, she frowned but didn't interrupt. "Geet jab tum washroom main behosh ho gayi thi. Tab main aur Dadi ma tumhe doctor ke paas le gaye the. Tumhari halat bohut nazuk thi. Main bohut dar gaya tha Geet. Aur phir doctor ne mujhe ek faisla lene ke liye kaha. Doctor ne kaha ke mujhe tumhe aur bachche main se kisi ek ko chunna hoga" The expressions on her face changed from confusion to fear to pain to shock in a matter of seconds as she heard what was more. "Doctor ne kaha ke agar baceche ko bachane ki koshish ki jaye toh tumhari jaan ko khatra hoga and tab... (choked with emotions, he held her hand tight) tab maine tumhe chuna".
She gasped as she heard and her hand slowly slipped from his hold... With tears in his eyes, he looked at her. Tears stained her face as she realized what could have happened. What she was on the verge of loosing while she was unconscious. He waited for her to say something... fight with him... argue with him... anything but the silence. This silence soon grew eerie on him and he jolted her out of her thoughts by holding her shoulders tight. "Kuch bolo Geet, kuch toh bolo"
Geet looked up at him accusingly, "bolne ke liye, aapne baaki kya rehne diya Maan"
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Luv, Sonia
Edited by euphoric - 13 years ago
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