: Note :
Many people will not agree with this part and the social issue I have mentioned but, still in many parts of India, It happens ! It's REAL ! 😊
So, sorry if anyone finds it violative or unreal ! So sorry ! 😊
Something Called Love
Eleven
'What do you want now?'
she asked with tears and fear in her innocent eyes.
He was about to kick her
hard and as he left his hand to hit her more. Out of nowhere, he was stopped by
him - her 'M' The Monster Singh Khurana.
He kicked him hard on the
face and stomach and he fell on the ground.
'You did two big mistakes
today man! First, you shouldn't have touched her, hitting and slapping was far
away. And, second, you should not have followed us.' He said and again kicked
him hard in the stomach. But it seemed he was strong, he kicked maan hard by
his leg and they started fighting. She was still on the ground, oozing blood
from her head and lips, she stood up with little struggle and tried to stop
them.
'Maan...stop it. Please stop
it. Leave him...leave him.' She screamed.
'How could you hit her
like this huh? Let me show you now...how it hurts...' he screamed and punched him
hard.
There was anger and
passion in his eyes, which was unstoppable and uncontrollable. She was shocked
to see him there and his 'angry young man' side. She tried several time to stop
them but it was of no use and finally when she could do nothing, she took the
flower vase near the table and throw it away to keep both of them shut. He
looked at her questioningly and she stood there crying her eyes out. He
stopped, he could not see her shedding tears and in pain.
'Geet...I will see you...you
owe an explanation me and mother.' the man stood against the wall said in
utmost anger.
'I don't owe you or her
anything. It's my life. You have no right to tell me anything, Brij veerji! I'm sending you money,
satisfying you and mother, that is it. It's none of your business...' she yelled.
'I'll come back...keep him
out. This is family matter and I'm your brother, no one can stop me...' He
groaned and left from there, leaving her shaken in fear and helplessness. She
covered her forehead with both of her hands and snatched her hairs out of
anger, frustration and vulnerability. He sat beside her, looking at her wounds,
continuously flowing fresh tears from her eyes, he tried to stop her, but then
he thought she need to lighten her burden a bit. He caressed her back and tried
to comfort her. She was feeling like a lost daughter who was pathetically
failed in life. Dissuasion overpowering her sanity and intelligence, she cried
more and more. Her past life in the same town, with the difficulties and
struggle she went through for them and in return, she got nothing, not even a
plain thanks, but a tight slap. She could not control anymore and she screamed
in pain and frustration, and eventually found herself on his shoulders, in his
tight and protective embrace. After a while, when she felt better, she tried to
get up but could not. And he carried her in is arms and gently put her down on
the bed.
'Are you okay now? Let me
get first aid kit for you.' He calmly asked.
'It's there in first
drawer.' She said still shivering in fear.
He came with gauze in his
hand and antiseptic liquid. He tried to make it as smooth as he could. She
closed her eyes in pain, but it was the sweet pain she felt, when he touched
her face gently. She closed her eyes in fear, fear of losing him, when she
would open her eyes again. She closed her eyes in shy, when she could never
meet his soulful eyes again. She closed her eyes in little part of her dream,
because she knew it, when she would open her eyes, it would not be the same
dream again. She was not allowed, but for this moment, the freezing moment she
was willing to forget anything as she found herself melting in his one touch.
She shivered from the spine when she felt his long, smooth fingers touched her
lips. With pounding heart, she chose not to interrupt the moment. He came
closer and closer, she was about to brush her soft lips with his, when she
heard him saying, 'Here - That's done!'
And she opened her eyes in
surprise. It was something in his eyes, she could not understand. As if he
deliberately stopped the moment, as if he forbidden. There was awkward silence
between them. She was embarrassed - he was embarrassed. And once again her mind
started asking questions to her heart.
'What
was that? You were about to give him a kiss? You fool? How could you geet? You
forgot everything? He is not your property and you are not allowed.'
'I
bet he is thinking the same.' She assured herself.
'Of
course, not. You sentimental fool. Geet, you know why are you here okay?
Focus.'
'Oh
my god, he was thinking about my self respect and my dignity. He is so kind and
caring.'
'Oh...shut
up you 'senti'...don't forget he is the 'M' The Monster Singh Khurana. He never
cares for anyone. Not even his grandmother.'
'I
don't think so...you should have...'
She was still struggling
between her heart and mind and suddenly her thoughts were disturbed by him.
After the clean up, he sat beside her, still worry in his eyes, he asked her
again.
'Are you sure you are
okay?'
'Yeah...better'
'Does that hurt much?' he
flinched.
'Yes. It does, but you
don't have to make puppy face for that.' And she smiled.
He was surprised at this
girl's nature and 'never-say-die' attitude. He could not believe much, as
before few minutes she was crying in his arms and then she was smiling like an
innocent child.
'Yes' he could only say
that.
'Ouch...it hurts when I
smile. Still I'm smiling and you...you never smile. I mean, never, ever?'
He did not say anything
but grinned.
'Oh...you can. And you look
nice when you smile. Try it sometime; it will work like magic for girls.'
'I will keep that in mind,
too.'
'I doubt how many things
regarding me you will keep in your mind? Does it have that much capacity?' she
wondered.
He remained silent but his
eyes had millions questions which she realized first was about her recent
encounter with her brother. She was surprised still, as he didn't choose to ask
yet. But she understood his dilemma and before he died in the same puzzle, she
decided to blurt it out.
'He is my brother. My step
brother. My mother died when I was born, and my father married my step mother,
under family pressure. I can hardly relate to her or my brother, but I know my
dad is suffering much there. I could not stay there with my step family
anymore, my dad knew that so he was ready but in front of my step mother he was
too weak, as 'our' home is gifted by her father, so basically, my dad is
indebted to them and my step brother and mother are sunk cost. I studied high,
and I never told anyone but I ran away from my home because they wanted me to
marry some rich old man who was willing to give them his haveli - a very prestigious mansion of our town. I wanted to be
independent and free my father from there. I ran away and came here. And from
the day, I got good job, I have to send them money every month, without fail or
what you just saw, can happen anytime.'
She stopped. He remained
silent.
'I am doing this for my
father only, once I get my own apartment or just small home, I would bring him
here. He just does not listen to me. He does not want to live his town at any
cost and I can't see him like this. You see, it's little complicated. But, it's
okay. Who does not have problem in home? I'm used to it now.'
He took deep breath. 'That
sounds...serious.'
'Oh...it is, but you know
something maan? I made a self-agreement with my mind and heart, that if I ever
will worry about my own problems much then I would never be able to solve them.
I prefer to leave it up to my performance and fate. I know, it is sounding like
some sentimental story, but trust me I never missed my mother because I have
never seen her except her marriage's photo. But, I have no regrets too. I've
made up this way. My dad gave me everything what I wanted. He was my father and
mother. So, basically if you see the big picture, I'm not that much sad and
depressed soul, nor devdas.' She
smiled.
'Okay. I never knew about
this part of you.' He wondered.
'I hope that was not
disappointing.'
'Not at all.' He assured.
'It's late. You should go
home now.' She mumbled.
'Are you sure, you will be
fine?' he repeated.
'Yes, Boss' she re-assured
him.
He got up. But before
leaving, he placed a glass of water and medicines by her bedside. He left after
she was groggy and drowsy; she eventually slept while talking to him, like a
small little girl.
***
As he left her house, he
stood by his car for a moment and to check further more if he was still there.
He took out his phone and dialed one number.
'Hello...? Yes...It's me...I
need more security guards.'
'...No...not at the mansion.'
'I will send you address.'
'...By tomorrow. No excuses.
I want it means I want it. Tomorrow only.'
And he cut it off and left
from there. He was about to sleep after a cold shower, and he saw a message in
his cell. It was from geet.
Thank
you.
He saw the little smiley
following the text, he smiled and slept.
Edited by maanddy - 12 years ago
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