~BEZUBA~
@tabby999
Ur question...
I want to ask ..is geet permanently dumb ya its due to shock ...
plz tell me ..
Ans:
Geet wasn't dumb since birth it's due to shock. If its permanent
or temp is not certain. It could be forever or she might be able to speak the
very next moment. It depends on the flow of story n of course on me😉
My lappy is still
not fine but this part is for a special person.
Happy Anniversary⭐️,
Shru di. Love u tons🤗❤️.
~PART 13~
While Geet was roaming in the gardens she found two
kittens bundled together in a bushy corner. One was pure black n other was
white with vivid golden strips on its back n tail. They were both alone; their
mumma nowhere to be seen. So she fed them with milk n later brought them inside
the outhouse to play with for a little while.
And now she was in trouble. While the white one was with
her, the black kitten had gone somewhere. She had been searching it for nearly
an hour now. *Pata nai kaha chali gai.* Geet thought worriedly n then she saw
something moving upstairs. *wo hai.* She picked the white one in her hands lest
it got lost too and ran to catch the evil kitten.
Excuse me.
Geet stopped mid way to look at the woman in business suit. Is Maan here?
Geet shook her head, her mind on the animal upstairs. She
was about to sprint when Maan came.
Woman- You are
late.
Maan- Like I knew
you would come here instead of office.
They greeted and hugged each other. Geet's mouth opened
in a wide O. She didn't like her husband hugging another woman. *Par bade
shehro me aise hi hota hai Geet*
Woman- Who is she?
Maan looked at Geet who was covered in dirt n had
something white in hand. Yeh kya hai
tumhare haath me?
Geet smiled over-sweetly n signed *kya aap dekh nai
sakte* with one hand. Maan raised his brows.
Woman- She can't
speak?
Maan- No, Dia.
Dia looked at Geet with sympathy. It's so sad dear. Maan you didn't tell me who she is?
She is a relative
from Hoshiyaarpur. Geet, shocked and hurt at the lie, frowned.
Dia nodded- How
are you liking it here?
Geet raised her hand but Maan spoke before that. She can't understand English. That was
the last straw, Geet hastily signed that she was leaving.
Dia- In villages
they are still living in 16th century. How can people get their
daughters married at such young age? She had noticed Geet's mangalsutra n
sindoor. She is just a kid.
With the kitten n all dirt she actually looked like a
kid. Maan shook his head. She is 20.
Are you kidding?
Geet wiped the tears n hurriedly climbed the stairs
before hearing more. Being not acknowledged as wife by her husband then
practically called illiterate n a kid by a stranger. There was a limit a person
could bear.
It was unusual of Geet not springing here n there in the
outhouse. By now there should have been sounds of things falling n breaking,
utensils clattering as she worked in the kitchen or ate. She didn't even come
to ask him for food, there was no sound of TV either. The night was
frighteningly empty. Maan went downstairs to check what Geet was doing. She
wasn't there. He called Nakul on the intercom and he came to the outhouse.
Maan- Geet ne
khana khaya?
Nakul- Pata nai,
Maan Sir.
Pata nai ka kya
matlab hai? Mai tumhe kuch pata na rakhne ke lie pay karta hu?
Nakul- Par Sir,
Geet madam apna khana khud banake khati hai hamesha.
Toh tum araam
karne ke lie ho. Maan couldn't believe it. What do mean ke hamesha khud khana banati hai. Koi servant kyu nai
banata?
Nakul, tongue-tied n scared, lied- Sirr.. wo maine toh kaha tha ke koi servant kar dega but unhone khud hi
mana kar dia.
Maan glared- Help
toh kar sakte ho na tum log. Sabke sab kaamchor hai. Ab jao yahan se mera muh
kya dekh rahe ho?
Nakul ran off n Maan came to Geet's room. The door was
locked. Maan knocked twice but to no avail. She had never done this? Was she
sick? Or did she fell in bathroom n fainted? Unlimited possibilities made him
sweat. Fear was like pins pricking the entirety of his body making it painful
to just stand. Maan knocked harder. Geet...
She raised her head. After giving up on the hope of him
coming to see her, she had slept off. Padding groggily across the room she
decided to not open the door. He kept banging n she wished she could tell him
to go away so he knew she was angry but now as the knocks got frantic it seemed
he thought she was unwell or something. Geet closed her eyes resting her hands
on the door then opened it to a livid Maan. What the hell, tum door kyu nai- He saw her face. Tum ro rai thi? *Nai, mai so rai thi?*
She signed n turned around busying herself in arranging the bed.
Maan held her hand n for first time Geet didn't like his
haq jamaoing' on her. Tum iss time toh
nahi soti? Pata hai mai kitna pareshan ho gaya tha? Tumne khana khaya? Geet
shook her head. Kyu? Pehle kabhi toh
aisa nai kia. Iss time tak toh tum kha leti ho. Geet jerked her hand back.
*App kitna jaante hai mujhe?* She ran to bring the notepad n scribed over it.
*Meri bahar wale ke
saame beizaati kar di. Do you know how humiliated I was? Yes, I know English.
Maine 12th tak padhai ki hai n English medium me. Mere paapaji ne padhaya tha
mujhe. Hemesha top kia maine par Taayi ji ne saari marksheets jala di.* She
wiped her tears. *Par iska matlab yeh nai
mai illiterate hu.*
Maan felt ashamed n the sight of her tears made him curse
himself. He hadn't thought that would hurt her so much. He didn't even know
about her knowing English. And here she had not eaten n locked herself in a
room. Shit, he had never thought before saying or doing anything but with her
he had to be careful, very careful. He couldn't afford to upset her. Her tears
did something to him. They made him feel pathetic. Each tear was so precious.
He would never let her cry.
Against his decision, Maan cupped her face n wiped her
tears. I am sorry. I didn't know about
that and just said it without thinking. I hadn't meant to hurt you. I... I- Don't
cry please.
Already melted by the earnest words n touch, Geet almost
smiled but controlled. She hadn't expected him to take her so seriously. Many a
times she had cried, broken n so much more agonized, and not one soul had paid
any attention. *Mai ro nai rai.* He could hardly understand her signs being too
much frayed and guilty. All cells in his body revolted in a demand to amend his
mistake but he couldn't. It killed him. The want to touch n hug her but being
unable to do so. He felt like a retard, almost losing it, not knowing what to
do... how to control the ragging heart beats, the guilt eating him. Air in the
room turned solid; temperature sky rocketing. An invisible rope tightened
around his head. He just- just couldn't stop.
Taking her in his arms he took sharp breaths in. I am sorry. Mujhe maaf kar do. He
couldn't do this. He shouldn't. He knew he was holding her so tight, she was
being crushed. Mai nai jaanta tha. *Mai
aapki patni hu yeh toh jaante the na?*
That brought him to senses. As if hit with cold water on
face, Maan remembered why he had said that. It was more than a wakeup call. He
crushed her harder. Wo tumhari bhalayi
ke lie tha... aur meri. Mai nai chahta ke duniya ko pata chale meri shadi ho
chuki hai. She couldn't breathe. Confused, Geet tried to wriggle free of
his hold. Maan...
Her voice made him cringe. He didn't let go. Agar sabko pata chal gaya toh meri image ko
farq padega specially jab yeh permanent nai hai. He gritted his teeth. The
pain to see her from moments ago had now morphed into pain of seeing her n it
was too potent, too overwhelming, blinding and weakening; somehow it gave him a
sickening strength. Mind numbing fog surrounded him like bars yet this prison
was nothing in comparison to the walls of sins that were omnipresent, choking
him ruthlessly every single moment. He would survive. He had been doing so
since ages. Mai tumhe hoshiyaarpur se yahan
laya iska matlab yeh nai mai bhagwan hu. I am selfish. Mera business mere lie
sab kuch hai. I have put my blood n sweat in it. Aur koi meri kamiyaabi ke beech nai aa sakta. He whispered in her
ears. Samjhi tum.
Geet shivered. Maan left her, his eyes blank n ghastly
like emotions meant nothing. She had never seen him like this. His sharp
features were cruel. And, he was looking at her like she was dirt, a true
disturbance. She couldn't comprehend her own reflection in his eyes. The man
whom she had thought to be warm inside that hard shell was not same anymore.
Did she read him wrong?
She might be painting the picture colorful when there
were just shades of gray. Was she delusional? How could he think about her in
that way? Only moments he was so worried n regretful not knowing about her n soon as she
mentioned of her being his wife n him acknowledging the same, he-
Maan took his exit making it clear that she was nothing.
Shaken to the core she stood plastered on spot finally her legs buckled unable
to carry her weight n she fell on the bed. She was never scared of Maan. He always
brought strange relief to her. Oasis of care n tenderness in her tormented life
he was, irrespective of the hard exterior. Today that relief too was taken away
from her.
PRECAP- Geet doubtful of
how much Maan knows...
Thank
you so much guys for keeping up with me despite the horrible frequency of my
updates. My lappy is in a bad condition so am not able to type at all. Very
sorry for the inconvenience, I'll be back to regular updates of all my ffs
asap. Please bear a little more. Keep encouraging me with your likes n
comments. Am always hungry for them😳.
Just a like n comment to make me happy😳
Waiting eagerly
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