~BEZUBA~
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~PART 11~
Mujhse dur jane ke
bare me sochna bhi mat tum. Tum yahi rahogi, issi ghar me, meri ankho ke saame,
samjhi tum? She stood still. SAMJHI
TUM?
Geet shook her head. *Mujhe mat batayi mujhe kya karna
hai aur kya nai, kyuki aap mujhe apna kuch nai maante par mai... aapko* She came
forward n signed slowly now so he understood clearly what she wanted to say.
*Mai aapko apna pati maanti hu. Aap dariye mat mujhe badle me kuch nahi chahiye.
Bas mujhse aapki care karne ka haq mat chiniye, kyuki wo mai wo nai kar paogi.*
Tentatively she reached forward to touch his face but he stepped back. She
understood he needed space n left instantly from there.
Geet shivered lightly coming to her room, she hardly
answered people back. Somehow she had said-signed-all those things to Maan n
was relieved that she did otherwise the regret would have remained forever. A
little weight lifted off her. She had wanted to confess this part of her
feelings since the time she had gotten here. And finally she had collected
enough guts to tell him.
Although, her feelings didn't remain same for very long. Around
midnight Geet came to standstill in front of Maan's bedroom door. It always
happened with her. She blabbered all madness then mulled n cursed herself for
it later. Don't know what all she said n how much he understood. Was he mad at
her? *Wo toh hamesha hi naraz rehte hai. Par phir bhi tujhe itna sab nai kehna
tha, Geet. Agar unke dil ko teri baat lag gai toh?* Strangely, Geet didn't pay
heed or remembered that he had said he wanted to stay away from, there were so
many people already telling her that. She, however, remembered his words when
he had so angrily yet dreamily said Mujhse
dur jane ke bare me sochna bhi mat tum. Tum yahi rahogi issi ghar me, meri
ankho ke saame, samjhi tum?' *haan samajh gai* She thought n blushed.
*Kehte hai kuch maante nai aur pura haq bhi jatate hai.* Pushing open the
bedroom door she quietly came in then kept her sorry note on the table.
Geet covered his body with the duvet n then enchanted with
the soft glow of night light falling on his face, she sat on edge of bed.
Running her hands through his hairs she discovered how thick n smooth they
were. *Jaagte samay toh chune bhi nai dete.* Geet lamented remembering how he
had stepped back from her touch. Was he always running from her because his
mother didn't accept of her? It couldn't be so because then he wouldn't have
left the mansion n came to outhouse. He didn't seem to be a person who very
much cared about what other's thought of his actions, be it was his own family.
Then... Geet for first time thought of the possibility of
her past affecting her present. Was he appalled by her because she was once
raped? She was dirty, did he think that n just married her because of a serious
case of pity. He perhaps saw her like the world generally saw a rape victim.
Everyone sympathized with them, pitied them on TV screens n newspapers but a
person from good family would never desire to meet them or be found as their
friend by others. They would maintain distance. Did he also think that she had
called upon herself that gory incident?
Did he even know how she lost her voice, that she was
raped? It was all over the town, the talks always fresh. She wasn't known as
Geet. She was known as the girl who had been deflowered one night in the farms
four years ago. Except for her no one was oblivious to it. Only she ignored it
n all others made it so obvious as though raped' was written across her
forehead.
Just Geet had chosen to forget it. She couldn't live with
it. Nobody ever consoled or assured her she was safe. Her only support was her
own mind and she had decided to never fall weak. The trauma had followed her
for ages but in the end she succeeded in leaving it behind. For no one else was
there but her own self. And she had never done anyone's bad. Happiness,
freedom, love, respect was at the end of road n someday, sometime, she was
bound to reach that end.
She didn't realize that her fingers were stroking his
face. Maan wasn't appalled by her. To even think along the lines would be his
insult. He had so heroically saved her life, married her, gave her clothes,
food, shelter, care. She remembered his each gesture, his touch. He hadn't
freed his hand when she had woken up clutching it in the car. Instantly her
dreamy brain got to work again. *Hayeee, aur wo bathroom me bhi toh...* Geet
blushed furiously in the darkness. *Par sach me yeh kitne hot hai. Honge bhi
kyu nai roz subah dhada-dhad workout jo karte hai.* Geet cursed herself for
covering his body with duvet now.
Geet caressed his cheek n he leaned into her touch. Neend
me bhi usse uska ehsaas tha. As if her heart got wings, she started to fly with
his small, unconscious approval. He was so perfect, his features sharp n
masculine yet there was tenderness in the dark deepness of his eyes, in the
curve of his lips. Geet lightly touch his lips, so full. Her heart thudded as
she recalled how passionately they had kissed her neck, a bit soft-a bit rough.
She was leaning so close to his face there her ragged breath hit his skin. Maan
stirred. *Babaji yeh jag gaye toh, kya sochenge? Ke mai neend me inka fayada
utha rai thi.* Even as she thought so her finger was erotically pressing on his
lower lip, parting the lips a bit. Before she could move back Maan pulled her
over n then down beside him on the bed. Geet gasped tangled in the sheets n
duvet with him. Maan drew her close, desperately removing the duvet n sheets
from between them. His arms wound tightly around her and she found her face
pressed over his chest. His toes shifted her salwar up, tickling her calf. She
restrained the giggles that tried to erupt.
Geet raised her head n in the process her lips dragged
along his chest n neck. Maan moaned sexily. Thousands of butterflies fluttered
inside the pit of her stomach. But he was asleep. Geet sighed. *Ab kya karu
babaji kaise nikalu yaha se?* She thought noticing how small she was against
him. He had so completely wrapped her in him, like a mother would do to her
child.
Her each curve n line fitted immaculately into
his hard panes. Her eyes started to drop after a century of mulling over how to
get out. It was futile when in truth she didn't want to go either. His bed was
softer and bigger than hers n his body warm, strong. His breaths touching her
head was a lullaby. For the first time in years she felt secure while sleeping.
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