More Maaneet !
Something Called Love
As soon as he reached his
home, in his dark bedroom, he was about to switch on the lights and he felt
someone's smooth finger sliding over her back and later, someone hugged her
from back. He thought, there was some lady, and might be geet. And, he turned
around to see who that was. In the dim light of lamp, he could see that she was
not geet, but she was sameera. He immediately removed her hands from his upper
'What are you doing here
'Maan…please don't say
anything, let me feel you…hmmm…after so long years I…I touched you…' she ran
fingers over his angelic face.
'…just shut up and tell me
why you are here?' he screamed.
'Oh maan…I cant see you
with anyone…I just cant…I love you so much…I'm so sorry maan, I was a fool to
not come with you India back then. Please forgive me; I know you still love me.
Geet was just drama, I know that. Please…we could be happy together as we were
together…please' she pleaded she started kissing his chest and face wildly.
'Sam…Listen to me. I know
you are sorry, but I do not love you…I never did. You are my good friend but
love is…something…I don't know…I don't love you…that's It.' he said and removed
her hands with a strong push.
'No…Maan…please! I…I love
you so much…' she cried.
'Sam…Er…don't cry sam.
Don't waste your tears for me. You are a good woman; you will get your man
easily. It's just that the man is not me. Please stop crying.'
She did not say anything,
she just stood there looking down at the floor and weeping.
'Just go home, Okay?' he
She controlled her tear
and overwhelming passion within her soul. She left it disappointed and
After the party, she chose
her birthday to tell him the truth. Firstly, it sound strange to her that she
was inviting him only, so she decided to invite pinkey and other friends, too. She
was waiting for him at the home as she invited him to her place for her
birthday to tell him the truth. Everybody was enjoying, and having fun.
Initially she thought he would not come but when he called her in evening to
remind her to leave the office for celebration; she assured herself that he
would come. But she was wrong, as it was late and he did not come up, pinkey
and her friends left for home as they had to go somewhere so she was all alone
then, but she knew that he would come. She was more excited as she knew her
father would call, to wish her. She decorated her little apartment in decent
and sober style. She prepared food, a very special recipe's from the book she
got it before ages and the auspicious book found the reason for its inauguration.
As the doorbell rang, she opened it and saw him standing in white casual shirt
and blue jeans, which was different for her; he was holding white flowers and a
bottle of champagne in another hand. She welcomed him.
'I guess I'm very much
late. By the way, nicely done' he said while offering the flowers and champagne
to her, from his look she could guess that he liked her little decorated flat,
it was once again, her natural designing talent.
'Late? You are just three
hours late.' She said sarcastically and took the flowers and champagne.
'Thank you!' she added and
left in the kitchen.
'Oh! I must be your special guest then.' He
'Yeah…You are a late comer
special guest.' she taunted and her phone rang, and a bright smile appeared on
her charming face. She ran to the cell and told him while running, 'Must be
dad! He never forgets to wish me. Never.'
He smiled and signed her
to pick it up.
'How are you anyways?'
'But…dad…I will never lie
'Only one thousand rupees
'Okay…I will check and
re-send it to you.'
'Anything else you want to
She held it for second and
then, threw it away in anger.
From the chat between her
and her dad, he appropriately assumed that he had not wished her but asked for
more money, or something happened regarding it. He stood there for second, to
watch for her dumbfound reaction. He knew that she was disappointed and heart
broken. There was a mix emotion of anger and disappointment in her eyes; her cheeks
were red from the gush of anger. She stood there for a second and within a
second she removed the table cloth in swift motion and all the crockery were
down on the floor with a million pieces scattered on the floor. Before he saw
the tears in her eyes which was the moisture caused by anger in here eyes, she
asked him to leave her alone.
'Please…just leave me
alone…go!' she screamed in anger.
going.' And he left.
She saw him leaving her
place and closing the door and she sat there, blank.
After what it seemed like
thirty minutes after she asked him to leave, she was still there on floor,
crying her eyes out on her life, on her failure, on her fate, silently. She was
staring at nothing in particular with a dry stream of tears on her cheeks and
she saw a piece of paper sliding under the door. She got up and picked it up.
your drama is over, shall I come in?
She opened the door and
saw him sitting on the steps waiting for her. She was surprised looking him
like this, waiting for her.
'I asked you to leave me.'
She informed him.
'Yeah…true! You asked me
to leave you but not your home. So, technically I am right and I have not
violated any of Miss. Geet rule-book. And, I'm here and I'm hungry.' He smiled.
'Look geet I know you are
angry, but you see, I'm very hungry and you just ruined the food you made in
your drama.' He amused.
'In stead of…'
'…shh…I don't know
anything, I'm hungry and now we are going out. It's your birthday.'
'My birthday is over and
so the party. My dad does not know that it's my birthday today; all he is
worried about the money order in which I forgot to add thousand rupees. So,
basically my birthday is over.' she snapped.
'Hey girl…you are
forgetting something, it's only eleven o'clock so your birthday is not over
'So you want me to come
'Did I say it in Hebrew?'
'Only on one condition.'
'No more your kind of five
star hotels and luxuries'
'What?' he asked her in
wonder and shock.
'Yeah…we'll be traveling
in cab and metros, and I want to have chaats
especially dahi-chaat. It's my
He rolled his eyes and
'Coming in five minutes'
He thought he was in some
dream land or his nightmare as he was on local Delhi streets with her - his mere employee.
They were hiring cabs and traveling in metros. He was surprisingly enjoying
this, the local taste of India - taste of Delhi. But, he was too proud to admit
that. He was enjoying this and she was on cloud nine. She, in the next fifteen
minutes forgot what happened back then at home which was his main purpose. He
smiled as he saw her running away after cab. He loved her the way she was -
natural and spontaneous. They were at her favorite place where she was eating
like maniac and he adored her. As she asked for a bottle of beer, he refused.
'Why don't you drink?'
'No particular reason. I
drink when I'm in mood.'
Suddenly she got up on the
table, hardly managing herself with a bottle of beer in her hand and in another
his hand. He was shocked to see the sudden change in her behavior but that was
not for much time as he saw one empty bottle under the table. He understood
that she was drunk by then. It was his time to get embarrassed.
Geet. It's my birthday today!' she smiled foolishly.
And the crowd got together
to cheer her up and wished her.
'And…and…here is my… boss,
and… he does not drink...' And she giggled.
Before she could make more
fun of them, he dragged her down and held her tight.
'Geet…I think we should
leave from here.'
'Wait yaar…It's my birthday. Let me celebrate. I want to dance…' she
'Yes. I see. But can we
please leave from here?'
'Okay. Boss. As you wish…'
and she walked with him.
'Now I see how come you
not stay with me here?' she muttered under her breath and smiled evilly.
In the rush of crowd, he
was making their way to go out and suddenly he felt that she was no more with
him. He turned around and searched for her everywhere. And then suddenly in the
background, he heard the cheers of the people around there for someone on the
small stage made in between the place. And on top of that he felt someone
clutching his hand tightly and he found that he was some guy who seemed too
feminine to him, like gay. He smiled at him lovingly, he came closer.
'You are so hot man, look
at you handsome; you have good body, too.'
'Sorry?' he heard it clear
but he asked as he could not believe.
'I know handsome, your
type of businessman, but trust me every top actors and businessmen invites me.
Here is my number, you can call me anytime.' He said coming closer to him.
And he was about to touch
him and he ran from there. He understood that it was her set up. He hardly
managed to hide from the person. And, he looked for her and she was still
there. She saw everything from the corner and could not stop her laughter
anymore. But, she could not escape the strange feeling when he came close to
him; she smiled and winked at him. In the background, song started and she was
As he saw her there,
dancing. He rolled his eyes on her another drama. He smiled and went ahead.
'Don't say that you didn't
enjoy it?' she asked still in the mood of dancing.
'No. You tried to set me
up with that guy who was … a gay?'
'Gotcha! I knew it. It's
in your eyes. You loved it.' She smiled and took a bottle of beer from his
hand. Eventually, he found himself blended in the color of hers. He was as
drunk as she was.
'You know something?' she
asked while walking back to the home.
'Do you see that baraat there?'
'I want to go there and
'…then who is stopping
you? Let's go…'
And he held his hand and
dragged her into the baraat.
to ainvayi ainvayi loot gaya…
As soon as they entered,
she started dancing, and he saw her for a moment and then, he joined. They danced
like never before.
They were walking on the
road aimlessly, completely drunk, hand in hand and giggling. She was laughing
on her own acts, silly acts. They were in their own little personal world, when
he noticed some goons were ogling at her, they come closer to them, one of them
came to her and looked at her as if she was checking her out.
'Wow…! A piece.' he said
to his friends and smiled foolishly.
He was angry by then and
he came forward, he was about to kick him but she stopped him, he was shocked.
She looked at him, winked at him and went forward to that guy.
le. Tere jese bahot dekhe he Delhi me…chal nikal…'
She said it with full
attitude and local Delhi style. He was surprised; he tried to hide a smile.
'Do you know this guy?
Look at his body and those muscular biceps; he will kick your ass. I'm just
saving you from loss…maan lo…varna
maroge…ye tumhe chhodega nahi…' she added dramatically.
He understood her new
drama and decided to join her; he came more forward, gave one of his furious
and mad look, raised his sleeves and opened first two buttons of his shirt.
They saw him in fear and one of them whispered in his ear, 'Nikal yaha se…maar khayaga…nikal…'
And they left from there,
literally running from there. She looked at them and then she looked at him, he
looked at her. They both looked at each other for a second without any
expression and then, they burst out in another hysterical laugh until their
'Whoa…It was long night…'
she sat on the bench in the middle of the meadow near the city. She sighed.
'It was…' he whispered.
There was silence for a
moment as they both were tired and resting their head on the bench. She decided
to break the silence.
'I hate black coffee. I
feel like puking when you drink it. How can you?'
'I hate your cell, and
every song in your cell. It's bakwas.
Your choice is pathetic.'
'I hate you when you talk
with sasha, sameera and lara and pinkey and...Even that guy I bribed tonight.'
'I hate it when your
brother and your friend nik or pik whatever…looks at you and touches you.'
'I hate your brown pant
and same shoes that you wear with it. Throw it.'
'How could you not keep
your hair open everyday?'
'I hate your choice in
food, all tasteless, patient's food…'
'I hate your colorful circus
dress that you put on one bad day…throw it. White is your color.'
'I hate it when you behave
like typical Monster. Your name in my world is 'M' The Monster Singh Khurana.
And yes white is my color. I hate red flowers, I hate red hearts, do not ever
give me red flowers, red hearts and red teddy bears, you may end up dying in
trashcan with the same flowers and those red things.'
There was silence again.
They both were much drunk to talk anything for the time being.
'I don't want to go home'
'I see…' he leaned over
her and about to touch her face and he stopped.
'You are sleepy…hmmm?'
And he helped her to get
up and they left. On the way, she kept talking about random things and he
agreed and they talked and fight. He dropped her home and he was about to leave
when he stopped and turned around.
'I forgot to give you the
'Oh…I forgot to receive your
gift' she giggled.
He slowly presented the
small box from his pocket and gave her.
'I never bought anything
for anyone. I was confused and I saw this in one newspaper and liked it. I
don't know you will like it or not as I'm very bad in this thing…'
She opened it and choked.
It was ring - a thumb ring.
'It's a promise ring. You
see there? It means that in every step of your life, I promise to be there for
you and to help you. 'I'll be there for you' is the theme of the ring. Did you
She did not say anything. Her
body was motionless with surprise.
'And if you don't want it
then fine, but don't give me back. You may throw it in trashcan.'
'It will look nice on your
little cute thumb.' He said and about to leave when she stopped him.
'Maan, it was the best
birthday and best day of my life. Thank you for making my day special.' She
'Good night, geet.' He
wished her and left from there.
She smiled and closed the
door. Though, she was not aware of the fact that somebody was watching them
while they were enjoying on the streets.