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my eyes just popped out of my head.
m going to love this aspect of Maan. ( i fell in love with SRK in Baazigar and that has remained.)
thank you for writing it so beautifully .
waiting for all ur updates.
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Part 1:
High level security geared up at the Indira Gandhi international airport, delhi one hour prior to the flight's arrival. Media was in full flow waiting for one of the greatest Indian business tycoons to reach his home soil. Maan was informed of the situation just before his flight landed. He warned his security to prevent the media from even coming one mile within his radius. As soon as he landed he was whisked away in a bullet proof car from another exit specially meant for VVIP's. The media was left hoping for one glance of the man while Maan successfully beat them to it.
After about an hour the line of cars pulled up outside the Khuraana mansion. As Maan looked at the palatial house he felt a swell of pride, not because it was beautiful, of course it was incomparable, but he had properties which were twice as large as this in other parts of the world. What caused a satisfied smile on his face was that he was able to fulfill his father's dream. As a boy when his father used to take him on walks they never failed to pass through this palace which at that time was owned by some other family. His father often joked about how it would feel to own this place. Maan never forgot his words. Over the years as his business expanded far and wide, this was the first real investment he did. Of course it was not easy to convince the family living here. The palace had been handed down to them through generations. Anyways, he did not want to dwell on how he bought this place, the bottom line was that it now belonged to Maan Aaryan Singh Khuraana and the palace was now called Khuraana mansion. Before he could get out, his security made a quick check of the surrounding areas and then Maan was escorted inside the mansion in the midst of security guards.
An old lady dressed elegantly was waiting near the door with tears in her eyes. But Maan did not feel anything. He had loved his grand mother but the moment she had prevented him from coming down for his mother's funeral, something inside him died for her.
Savitri Devi hugged him tightly caressing his cheeks. The joy of seeing her grandson after so many years could not be expressed in words. He was a small boy when she last saw him, and now he had developed into a full fledged man. She let her hands run over the shoulders of her grandson, her only reason for living, in this mean world.
Yes, this mean world had snatched everything from them. Savithi Devi forced Maan's mother to change her decisions, but as the years passed she understood her reasoning behind preventing Maan from coming to India. He had made a name for himself and he was happy. There was no point in digging the past. The more Maan came to know about the truth of the past, the more it would freshen up those deep wounds.
She was brought out of her thoughts when she heard a deep voice saying, "Daadi maa, you seem to be perfectly alright. Why did you call me here when you know how busy I am with work? Do you have any idea how many people depend on me? Please do not make up fake excuses to bring me here the next time. I've told you, if you want to meet me, you are only a flight away. My private jet would take you wherever you want. So next time, please keep this in mind.
Savitri Devi held back her tears. This was not the small boy who used to cling to her throughout his childhood. She did not know this man who spoke in an American accent in a way which ripped her heart into two. But she controlled herself and instead looked at him lovingly. "I was not keeping too well from the past few months, so I thought I would inform you. After all, you are the only one left to me in this whole wide world. Yes, I could come to see you anytime, but I wanted you to come home. And now that you are home, let me serve you dinner. I've cooked all your favorite dishes with my own hands. I'm sure you'll love it."
"I'm done with dinner. I had it on the flight. You help yourself. Good night!" saying he asked one of the servants to show him his room. Saavitri devi looked away dejected. This was not her grandson, her Maan. This was some stone which had replaced him. Was this the same boy who never used to allow his Daadimaa to do any work? Was this her small boy who would move heaven and earth to be there at the dining table before time when his grandmother cooked anything? How can someone change so much? She made her way silently to the massive dining hall where she sat alone and had her dinner. Just as she was finishing her meal, Maan joined her at the dinner table.
"Well I thought I could do with some more food, since I still have some space left in my stomach. He saw the various dishes lined up and gave a polite smile to his Daadimaa. They were indeed his favorite dishes. Maan had an unusual liking for sea food. He could not survive without sea food. That was because his grandmother had a way with sea food. The way she cooked would even make a statue's mouth water. Maan helped himself with some lobster prawns and then to his favorite, rock crabs.
Savitri devi watched him lovingly as her grandson cherished each dish. Who told he had changed? She was sure that he was putting on a faade for the outside world, but inside he was still the same boy.
Maan was not at the dinner table because his Daadimaa was hurt. He was not bothered about that. He had spoken to the team of doctors handling her, and they had told him that she was to be kept happy at her age. Any stress could cause her health to deteriorate. Maan could not bear with more emotional drama if something happened to her, so here he was at the dining table.
He finished his dinner and he was about to leave, when daadimaa caressed his face and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. Maan was getting suffocated by this display of emotion. He merely smiled and proceeded towards his room.
Daadimaa watched her grandson's retreating back and prayed to Babaji to give her back her grandson……………………………
Cars lined up outside the Khuraana industries at sharp 9am the next day. The employees were in awe of the man entering with his security, their boss. This was the first time they were seeing him in person. His very existence radiated power and magnificence. The huge multi storied building too looked small in comparison to the man walking in it. The female employees were just having a minor heart attack looking at his persona while all the male employees could do was gape at him with open mouths.
Maan ignored the staff's awestruck faces and meek greetings as he proceeded towards his office. He was used to the effect he had on people. Age was no bar. People just fell for him, little did they know the danger lurking behind the charm they had fallen for. He reached his office and made a few phone calls expecting the result in an hour……..
He quickly went through the efficiency and working of the Delhi branch office while waiting for the phone to ring. Once he was satisfied with the handling, he closed his eyes and twirled in his chair.
Just then the phone rang and he was informed hat the details he had asked for were sent to him by mail. He checked his email and read about the history of the Handas. They were respected people in the village and Lala Amarnath Handa was the head of the village. They had a large piece of land under them which they were utilizing for agriculture. He was succeeded by two sons, and five grand children, three boys and two girls. Not very interesting! He told himself. This was not going to be fun. He could take away everything they had in a jiffy and bring them on the road, but what after that? He would not be contended. He wanted to see them suffer. He wanted them to cry in pain, just as he had done all these years. No! he would not let them off the hook that easily.
He scrolled down to see the photographs of the people whom he hated the most. The very sight of Lala Amarnath Handa brought murder to his eyes. He controlled himself and proceeded to see the other photographs. They looked harmless, but sadly each one of them had to face the wrath of what the eldest Handa had done.
Just as he was about to scroll down to the last photograph, there was a knock on the door. An employee came in to get his signatures for a deal. Maan hated being disturbed. He signed the papers irritatedly and once the employee was gone, he scrolled down, and lo and behold he saw the most beautiful girl smiling at him. Geet Handa, 21 years was written below the photograph. He quickly read through the information given, and found out that she was doing her graduation in business administration at a university in Chandigarh. His mind formulated a perfect plan.
Maan took down some notes, called his secretary inside and asked her to do just as he had written in the paper.
He slowly moved his finger over the screen as if caressing her creamy white skin and soft lips. This was going to be fun! He smirked evilly as he took a red marker pen and crossed her face over the screen…………………………………….
"Geet, just chill ok! You'll do perfectly fine. And its not like the end of the world. It is just an exam." Meera patted a hyperventilated Geet on her shoulder.
"It is not just an exam. Its our final exam. Our graduation certificate depends on these exams, and this is the final paper, which is not to forget the toughest. Oh God Meera, I'm totally freaked out." Geet knotted her dupatta nervously. Meera knew that it was no point in arguing with Geet. They silently made their way to college from the hostel where they saw everyone as tensed as they.
Suddenly somebody fat bumped into them which caused them to stagger. "Cool there pinky, cool!" Meera calmed Pinky down. "Don't run like you are carrying the weight of the entire world on your head."
"Guys! I'm gonna flunk. I've not finished studying anything!" Pinky panicked.
Geet who had calmed down a little told Pinky, "Don't worry Pinky. You'll do fine. Just write whatever you remember. And if it will help you, here you can take my lucky pen. That should give you confidence."
Pinky was about to take the pen from Geet when Meera snatched it from her. "Geet, it is your lucky pen. You keep it."
"No Meera, Pinky needs it more than me."
"Geet, you've got to stop being so nice to everyone. Not everybody are like you. The more nice you are to outsiders, the more the advantage they take of you. Don't ever forget that!" Meera warned her.
"I'm not being nice Meera, I'm just helping. Here Pinky, take the pen. You really need it and no arguments. Lets go guys. We are getting late!" saying she dragged Pinky and Meera into the exam hall.
Meera shook her head as she followed Geet. What was she to do with this girl? Meera could not understand how anyone could be so pure at heart. She would secretly call Geet an angel. Even in the worst of times Geet would refrain from cursing people. Be it friends or foes, she would extend a helping hand to anybody. No wonder she did not have foes. People could not help but love her. She was so kind hearted that she could not see anyone in pain. Sometimes Meera felt so protective of her that she felt like locking her up in a room so that she would not be taken undue advantage of. From the time they met 3 years ago and shared the same room, Meera always took her as a younger sister and saw to it that her helping nature was kept in check. Geet was simple, but her beauty was mesmerizing. Any boy who saw her fell for her, but Meera wondered how come Geet did not have any interest in boys! Later she came too know that Geet came from a very conservative family and thinking about boys was prohibited. Anyways, she would rectify Geet's train of thoughts once the exams were done.
After 3 hours almost everyone came out with a smiling face. Unexpctedly an easy paper was set for them this time. "I'm going to pass!" Pinky said elatedly and Geet and Meera exchanged a smile. Finally with exams done, they could enjoy until their graduation day which was a month from now. They joined their other friends as they headed for a movie and a crazy day out………………………..
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