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~PART 14~
Holding her head she tried to restrain her streaming
tears but they just kept on coming out. The vision of his face wouldn't leave
her mind. He wasn't Maan. He just couldn't. Her body trembled n alone she felt
fear trickle down her spine. Although, where could she go in search of relief.
Dadimaa would know in a second that something had happened n she wouldn't be
able to keep it to herself. Drained n helpless she curled into a ball. Tomorrow
she would stop trembling, she would stop hurting. Everything would be fine or
she could pretend everything was alright. She was good at acting, had perfected
the art over the years so much so that she could fool her own self.
Maan wasn't like this. But why did he- the last remnants
of her dream shattered painfully. People were not what they seemed in the start
and she never was a stellar judge of character. Geet cried. He didn't even ask
her to eat.
After that night Geet stayed away from him-he had scared
the hell out of her-n Maan was fine with it rather say too much pleased. Geet,
though, felt hollow. Why was she here? Now to her this was another Hoshiyaarpur.
Her existence was meaningless. She was not abused but being treated as
invisible was worse. Even Divya n Annie had given up on the taunting. They were
bored too. Who would want to waste their time on a mute girl?
Geet aap kuch
kehti kyu nai? Itni deer se hum hi bole jaa rahe hai.
*Kuch kehne ko nai hai Dadimaa.* Geet signed looking up.
Aree aise kaise.
Kya kia aaj aapne?
Geet thought then signed. *Mai uthi, brush kia phir muh
dhoya, bath lia...*
Dadimaa smaked her head. Ek-ek baat nai Geet beta, kuch khaas kia aapne?
*Nai. Khana banaya bas, garden-*
Aur Maan?
*Maan? Unhe nai dekha... wo kahi gaye hai. Shayad out of
station. 2 din se ghar nai aaye.*
Unhone aapko
bataya nai ke wo kaha gaye?
*Ab kuch batane ko nai raha.* Geet thought shaking her
head.
She had told Dadimaa that Maan-again-had made
particularly clear that she was nothing to him and so she had decided to stay
away from him. Thankfully, Dadimaa never told her what to do n gave her the
freedom to decide upon her actions. Dadimaa also never criticized Maan, never
supported him either. It was too amazing that Geet had found a totally unbiased
n non-judgmental friend in her; the reason why Geet was able to share almost
anything n everything with Dadimaa.
*Mai aapko ek baat batana chahti hu Dadimaa.* Geet bit
her lip. Maan obviously hadn't told Dadimaa about her.
Haan boliye, kya
baat hai?
Geet steeled herself. *Mera rape hua tha jab mai 16 ki thi,
gao me. Mai nayi thi aur ek sham jab-* She couldn't look up at Dadimaa's face.
Loathing in eyes that held so much of warmth n love would be too unbearable.
She hung her head n drank back the tears. It was a promise she had done to
herself that she wouldn't ever cry on this subject. *Maine aapko nai bataya
kyuki mujhe iss bare me baat karna accha nai lagta, agar mai uske bare me sochu
bhi toh mujhe lagta hai ke jaise mai phir se ek baar wo hone de rai hu. Jaise
mai apni zindagi me uss lamhe, uss aadmi ko jagah de rai hu. Mai sab bhul jaana
chahti hu, jaise wo sab kabhi hua hi nai tha. Par, aisa ho nai sakta na. Sab
hamesha bolte hai ke mai gandi ho chuki hu. Aapko bhi aisa lagta hai? Aap mujhse
baat nai karengi ab?*
Geet's voice didn't break, didn't waver. It was firm, strong;
in fact she sat straight, too straight. Dadimaa was shaken up against the
headboard, tears ran down her cheeks. She had never imagined she would have to
confront something like this. And she was incredulous how fate could be so
cruel to a Geet or any girl for that matter. Dadimaa looked out of the window,
speaking through a choked throat. Maan
ko yeh pata hai?
Geet nodded a yes' instantly then frowned. *unhone kabhi
mujhse iss bare me baat nai ki. Par-* She looked up n found Dadimaa crying. She
shouldn't have said all this. Her past was ugly n Dadimaa was a heart patient,
emotionally weak. Panicked she cupped Dadimaa's cheeks, making her drink water.
Hum theek hai. Dadimaa assured. Aap gandi nai hai Geet. Agar koi ganda hai
toh wo insaan hai jisne apke saath aisa kia. She said with disgust in
voice. Humne aapko beti mana hai aur hume
apni beti par garv hai. Aap bahut bahadur hai.
*Toh... aap abhi bhi meri Dadimaa rehengi?* Geet signed
enthusiastically, disbelief making her heart pound. Hamesha beta. Geet embraced Dadimaa thanking her Babaji for the
precious gift.
Sitting at the table Geet thought what to write. She
didn't want to face Maan not because she was terrified of him but because he
had put in so much effort in scaring her. The thing was he didn't want her near
him and no matter how excruciatingly painful that was for her, she respected
his wish.
Talk with Dadimaa earlier that day had stirred doubts in
her mind. She always assumed Maan must be aware her past, it was so big thing
in her village. All knew about it surely the kaka at haveli where Maan was
staying would have told him or the pandit who had chanted mantras at their
wedding. Maan didn't consult her about the marriage, he just took her to the
mandir but he would have talked to somebody, planned it all and they surely
would have informed-warned-him about her tainted body. Or not? Now when she thought
about it Geet felt sick. Maan would have never married her if he knew. He
wouldn't have married her anyway. He had just saved her but- was she
unknowingly taking his advantage. If he didn't know-
Tears collected in her eyes. She had to tell him n if he
pushed her even further was fine. If her tiny hope of him someday considering
her his wife for real was going to shatter was fine too. But he needed to know.
She couldn't hide; it would eat her from inside.
Geet scribed whatever was there in heart on the paper n
then after folding it neatly; she went to keep it in Maan's room.
Maan grunted upon returning to KM after a good amount of
days. Maybe he should have stayed at some hotel to avoid coming back. Although,
for how long it would have lasted, he had to comeback one day.
KC was progressing becoming the big name he wanted it to
be not just in India but internationally. Their first international project in
Germany was about to start and would be complete in next few months n with its
completion they would announce the erection of very first international branch
of KC in Germany. A base in Europe n soon KC would rule the world. Maan Singh
Khurana was going to show everyone that he was relentless. One day his name
would be the biggest.
The success had nothing to do with peace. There wasn't
any deliverance. He attained, took over n snatched but the quiet was nowhere to
be found. Why his heart always buzzed with unease, why he was trapped in his
own skin, when this would finally end? Would he ever get rid of this agony? The
answer was way too clear n he couldn't change it, not with any amount of money
or success or fame.
As he laid his head on the pillow, utterly tired, visions
of Geet in the room beside him minding her own business danced before his eyes.
What she must be doing? He hadn't seen her in days. His heart cried for just a
glance. Despite the protests of his exhausted body, Maan got up and went to
Geet's room.
She wasn't there. He searched the whole outhouse but she
wasn't anywhere. Maan didn't know why but whenever something like this happened
his heart thudded so hard that he feared collapsing on the ground. She wasn't a
child n she definitely didn't need him to look after her. He was the last thing
she needed. Why he couldn't accept the fact? Moreover what could happen to her
in the mansion? What if- what if she had left? He hadn't called home to check
in so many days. Hell, she could be hurt n alone, somewhere, anywhere. He tried
to shake off the horrible assumptions but they beat at him punching the air out
of his lungs.
He ran to mansion n climbed the stairs like madman.
She was there inside Dadimaa's room, sitting on bed, her
back to him. Maan tried to calm himself. God, he wanted to see her face. He
ached to shout n ask her to turn towards him. Clutching his chest he did
nothing of that sort n just removed himself from the doorway, disappearing from
the view.
He was so pathetic. Maan realized with a mocking smile, resting his
head against the wall.
The tingle of her bangles brought him some solace n
slowly his breathing got normal.
PRECAP- Maan
provoked by the servant... oh he is so gone😛
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