Chapter 14: Kabhie
Khushi Kabhi Gham
The rays of the
morning sun streamed through the window, illuminating his perfectly etched
Grecian face. He twitched a bit as the sharp rays fell directly on his face.
Something warm and soft cuddled into his hard form. He tightened his grip on
the soft form, pulling it closer to him, with his eyes still closed. A
satisfied smile played on his lips while his form accommodated whatever he held
in his hand perfectly, as though it was a missing piece of his puzzle.
Maan slowly opened his
eyes at the intensity of the sunrays falling on his face. Dazed at the sudden
light, he squinted his eyes to adjust to his surroundings. Before he could
assess the situation he looked down to see a feminine form entwined to his
body, peacefully sleeping by his side. He was convinced he was dreaming to have
her in his arms, sleeping peacefully. What were the chances of the woman who
had declared she wants a divorce from him now cling to him? Slim to nothing! He
wished the pleasant dream never ended so that he could at least have her in his
arms without any other disturbances. He moved back a bit to get a full few of
her flawless face. A soft smile played on her lips while she slept peacefully.
Seeing her in such a serene state, he smiled in response and bent forward to
peck tenderly on her forehead. He would give anything to wake up every morning
in the arms of his love.
While Maan stared
unblinkingly at Geet, the events of the night came rushing to him. He frowned a
bit thinking about her reaction if she woke to find herself in his arms. Of
course she would be startled as well as angry for he knew she trusted him
around her. Whatever the reason maybe for her to come here to sleep it was his
duty to keep his promise to stay away from her. He reluctantly moved away from
her making sure not to disturb her. Since she had almost shoved away her
comforter last night, he had covered her in his and she had moved to sleep on
his shoulder, causing her pillow to slip away. He was grateful for this moment
of his love sleeping in his arms and he would cherish the moment as long as he
lived. He took one last look at her before he turned away to tiptoe out of the
room, when he heard her stir out of sleep.
Geet awoke with a
serene and satisfied feeling stemming in her heart. The feeling almost was
bubbling through her when she felt the heat of the sun wake her. In the months
after her mother's demise, today was the only day she felt once again good to
wake up happy. She smiled widely to herself before she rubbed her eyes open. She
looked around the room trying to figure out where she was when suddenly it
dawned upon her, last night she had come to sleep beside Maan. She instantly
saw he was not beside her and sighed in relief. She knew she could trust him,
after all the things he had done to keep her happy. Somewhere in the corner of
her heart it pained that she couldn't let him claim their relation but the
thought of her mother's promise, she soon dismissed other thoughts and sat up.
Maan turned to see her
get and stretch before snapping her fingers in front her of her face, stifling
a yawn. She seemed to have missed him standing a few meters away from the door
thus he wished to quietly slip away when he heard her.
"Maan?" she called
surprised to find him almost walking out of the door. Even though he would
never question her, she felt the need to clear her intention to coming to sleep
beside him. She tried to read his face as he turned to face her in order to see
if she saw anger or confusion in his face but was surprised to find it calm and
serene. "Voh kal raat aapke room bahut tand
ho gaya, and I couldn't find the remote to adjust it, and this room was quite
warm toh isi liye I slept here," she confessed looking down.
"I understand Geet, you don't have to explain yourself," he offered. She looked to see him nod as if
he didn't mind.
"Thank you," she gushed,
grateful for having such an understanding man.
"Kiske liye?" he asked
but before she could answer a third person's voice echoed through the room,
shocking both Maan and Geet.
"Thank god aap log yaheen hain," Daadima sighed in relief.
Maan and Geet
stiffened at the sight of Daadima rushing into the room. What would she think
finding the both of them who were supposed to spend their first night in their
room, in the guest room? On top of that they had been discussing something that
Daadima was not suppose to hear. In her world they were happily married couple
eager to spend their first night together! It would hurt her feelings if she
came to hear any of the things they were talking. Geet quickly got off the bed
while Maan rushed to her side, shocked of the proceedings. Before they could
make up an explain Daadima continued to speak.
"Maan, main toh sach much main darr gayi. Agar aap logon ko yeh room
pasand tha you should have told me, I would have decorated this room," Daadima chided.
Maan and Geet smiled
uncomfortably before looking at each other trying to get the situation under
control. "Voh daadima kal raat we kind
of fought toh isi liye yeh yahaan aakar so gayi," Maan filled in to the
shock of Daadima and Geet. Geet turned to look at Maan, startled at the plain
lie he had uttered few seconds ago.
"Kya?" Daadima asked, her
voiced shrilling through the room and then looked at the bed to find only one
set of pillow and quilt.
"Voh bas Daadima she wanted to sleep on the right aur mujhe bhi vahi
jagah chahiye tha, toh isiliye," he
grinned sheepishly. "Haina Geet?" he
asked, hoping she wouldn't give anything away.
"Huh?" she asked dazed at
what he was trying to prove.
"Haina?" he asked a bit
insistent, his eyes pleading.
"Haan Daadima, voh bas right left problem," she attested.
"Kya Maan aap toh abhi bacche nahi hain, couldn't you adjust for a day,"
Daadima sighed. "Chaliye Geet ko sorry boliye," she
"Daadima!" he said
"Geet is ghar ki bahu hai, aur meri bahu ko aise treat karna main
bilkul bardasht nahi karoongi, chaliye boliye sorry," she stated.
Maan shook his head at
his grandmother's stubborn insistence. He reluctantly turned towards Geet, "Sorry," he mumbled.
"Maine suna nahi,"
"Sorry," Maan said louder
for both the ladies to hear.
"Good boy, come on give her a hug," she said smiling.
"Daadima neither I am not a school kid nor is this a school situation
that we shake hands and hug," he
"Maan just do it alright," she
Maan turned to look at
Geet, pleading sorry. He stepped forward and hugged her when he heard, "Chalo accha hai, alright lovebirds take
care," Daadima giggled walking out of the room.
As soon as Daadima
walked out of the room, Maan let go of Geet. She couldn't understand what he
had in mind when he lied about them fighting. First she was confused but then
anger clouded her judgment for trying to worsen things between them in front of
Daadima. Yes, she wanted to be out of this relationship that seemed to be
growing on her by the day but she didn't want to hurt daadima's feelings and
just a few minutes ago he had taken the worst possible decision to make them
look like they had an argument.
"Maan yeh kya ho raha hai,"
she asked, a hit of anger evident in her tone.
"Kuch nahi Geet, don't think too much," he said carelessly.
attitude towards the situation angered her more she stomped and rushed to stand
in front of him, blocking his way out. "Maan
stop this, what's going on why did you lie to Daadima?" she demanded, her
eyes spitting fire.
"Geet tum nahi samjhogi,"
he said looking annoyed.
"Main nahi samjhoogi?"
"Haan'" he began angrily but
suddenly his voice turned husky, "jaan
tum fikar mat karo," he said catching hold of her hands and bringing them
close to his heart.
Geet looked confused
at his sudden change of mind and tone. She looked him trying to understand what
was happening around her while trying to wiggle out of his control. He
instantly held her tighter and turned her head slowly to face the other side.
Daadima stood in the doorway grinning ear-to-ear looking at the newly married
couple. Geet smiled uncomfortably while staying in his embrace. "Teekhai?" he finished before pecking
on her cheeks and walking out royally.
Daadima chuckled at
the little show of love before walking out of the room, shaking her head. Unable
to understand the sudden change and his out of the blue kiss, a she stood
stunned, while unknown to her knowledge a slight hue of pink crept through her
cheeks. But soon the warm gushing feeling was replaced with annoyance. What the
hell! She thought as she saw him walk out, her mouth wide open in utter shock.
She needed to get to the bottom of things. First he lied that they had a fight
and then acted like he was making up and walked out without explanations. She
was no doll to be played with when he felt pleased. She was determined to talk
things out regarding his behavior and other important issues that kept irking
her mind. She stomped to his room, irritated at the turn of events.
Geet entered the room
to find Maan busily walking around the room trying to set his things right. He
took out his formal wear for his office, set it on the bed before grabbing the
towel, heading for the bathroom. Before she could stop him he had shut the
bathroom door and the sound of shower indicated he wouldn't hear her call after
him. "Dust danav!" she cursed at him
before walking to the closet and getting her things out. Not finding her salwar
suit to wear to college she bent down in the closet to see if Nakul had
arranged it in the below shelf. As she was looking, her black beaded sacred
thread that lay on the edge of the closet, where she had kept it last night,
slipped down without her own knowledge. She finally found the salwar suit and
took it out and slumped on the bed, intent on giving him a piece of her mind
once he came out.
Maan came out after
what seemed a long while. He needed a hot shower to clear his mind of last
night happenings and the things that were in need of his attention. He had to
convince Daadima they were indeed fighting and making up only for daadima's
sake so that during the divorce time it would easier for him to handle her. And
the first step of the misunderstandings and fights had begun smoothly when
Daadima had walked into the room. It did kill him to lie to Daadima and snap at
Geet but he needed to keep things at bay for the fear of his heartache later
when Geet would leave him. By the proceedings of last night his dreams of Geet
living otherwise had been shattered when she had plainly stated him to go out
of the room. Yes, she had come to stay in his room to his delight but it was
merely to escape from the coldness in the other room. He could feel that things
working between them is a far-fetched dream.
Maan walked out of the bathroom only to find Geet
leaning on the headboard of the bed, with her eyes closed. A closer look at her
told she was dozing with a salwar suit in her hand. He walked to the bed
without disturbing her, took his clothes. He was about to walk out when he
realized the tie he picked didn't go well with the rest of the outfit. Thus, he
walked to the closet to get another one when he felt something prick his foot.
He softly hissed at the sudden prick and bent down to see what it and the thing
he saw shocked and pained him. The sacred thread (mangalsutr) he had tied to
Geet was lying on the ground. He shot his head to look at her and found neck
bare of the sacred thread. All this while his mind had rationalized things wouldn't
work out yet in the corner of his heart a hopeful feeling lurked, hoping she
may change sooner or later. But now he the sacred thread in his hand confirmed
his gut feeling. He understood her feelings for him would not change and before
he gets too entangled with her, he wanted to give her what she wanted, freedom.
He walked out of the room, a lone tear trickling down his cheek.