Thursday 29 May 2014

BEZUBA, PART 26

~BEZUBA~



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~PART 26~
 



Anxiously waiting for Maan Geet uselessly kept looking at her wrist watch. He had no time of coming back. Still she couldn’t believe he was in Delhi. Just like that. No call to inform, no coming home. He must have arrived today only and she knew how much he was dedicated towards his work so would have thought of getting it done the first thing.

Honestly she wouldn’t have cared or be worried so much that he was in town without her knowing if not for the look she had seen on his face at noon. He had appeared out of nowhere and disappeared the same way. She had headed towards KM immediately but he wasn’t here and since then she was waiting and waiting.
 
Anger was such a small thing of what she saw in his eyes, pain was colossal and there was… complaint. An emotion he hadn’t showed before. What had she done wrong? Was it her clothes or the party? She thought he wasn’t someone who would be bothered by such things.
 
All her thoughts flew out of the window when her eyes caught the subject they revolved around. She was seeing him after so long and till now couldn’t comprehend how he was so unreservedly handsome.
 
Maan stopped at her sight. He had delayed his arrival at home as much as he could to sort out his muddled thoughts and to get a grip on his anger and other emotions that he didn’t even want to name. But wait was something he couldn’t do any longer so giving a fuck to whatever would happen he came home. He needed to see her, if not kill that guy.
 
He found her pacing just at the entrance of the outhouse and his heart missed a beat. She hadn’t changed clothes still clad in the ones he had seen her in earlier. As her gaze locked with his and he saw her face blooming like a flower. She grinned, tears of joy reflecting beautifully in her eyes. Before his mind-paralyzed of her beauty-could gather some sense she threw herself in his arms. Air flew out of him, suitcase dropping from his hands and then there was peace. She held him tightly… and he did the same.
 
Folding strong arms around her waist he pulled her up against his body. Both their minds registered nothing but bliss feeling each other. While Geet was extremely happy seeing Maan for real, he was in another world. It felt so good to have her gathered against him. As his hands rapidly grazed up n down her back, he took deep breathes. Just her presence was so calming. And he was seeing her after an eon and damn he couldn’t believe she was happy seeing him. He felt like crying and laughing at same time.
 
Geet didn’t know she was being backed until she hit the wall. She didn’t care really because he was so close and that’s all mattered. If she could she would freeze them like that so they wouldn’t ever move and he never left. His mouth laid on her neck motionless, just fast breathes blowing her hairs softly. His palm that had been moving all over her back now rested calmly a notch above her hips. It was like they were assuring their hearts that the other half was there to make them complete. She pressed his head more into her neck raising her face up to give him space. Her nails came down to scrap the small hairs at his nape. She felt his first kiss on her neck. It was so small she had to be dreaming but as he kissed her sensitive skin again she sighed.
 
He rubbed his lips where they rested and slowly trailed a line lying soft pecks to her jaw from the base of her neck. His big palms in a silky glide rounder over her plump hips going below them to push her into him and then up. She raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist. It was automatic action to his probing. He stared long into her magnificent eyes that spoke so much he forgot everything else. 




Kissing them close he pecked her forehead then her cheek. His hands languidly roamed over her thighs, rubbing, creating heat while he showered her face with umpteen kisses. It was something he had always craved of doing. To worship each bit of her beautiful face of which he didn’t seem to stop thinking about.
 
Something was unleashed and they both couldn’t stop it. She felt fireworks bursting under her skin wherever his hands and lips touched. She was unknowingly pressing herself more into his body where her legs rounded him. His lips stopped mere inches from hers and she opened her hazels. She looked into his eyes, unsurely, he was staring hard and then her eyes came down to his lips. Her tongue darted out to wet hers before she glanced into his eyes again. This moment would fade so soon she wouldn’t even know, so Geet did what she had always dreamed of.
 
She took chance. She kissed him.
 
As her lips met his, deep inside, he cried from relief. And no he didn’t push her away. He took his own sweet time in kissing her slowly, heatedly. After caressing the softest thing in world that were her lips, sucking and nipping, his tongue probed them open and entered her wet heat. She shuddered and he pulled her up again lest she fell off and the passion seized. She responded naively doing nothing and letting him taste her. His words were surprising, when he said out of nowhere against her lips. Who was that guy? She tried to process that sentence but couldn’t, her mind was so fogged.
 
He had totally worn her out with his passion. He stepped back unwillingly and slowly let go of her. Her body slid down his hand and he took extra seconds in feeling her up.
 
Blinking off the haze, she found her top had ridden up that’s why his hand felt so hot. She pulled it down to cover her waist. He walked in and she followed wiping her swollen lips and tucking wayward hairs behind ears. She couldn’t wipe the flush on her skin though and that sexy yet innocent look in her eyes. She was positively dazed.
 
From inside she felt anew, loved. She blushed and then feared how he would react. Would he scold her for kissing him? Or regret their special moment? Shut himself up again? No she didn’t wish that. Not after what had transpired between them.
 
Resting the suitcase down, he turned around with the same question a little less intensely this time. Who was that guy?
 
She titled her head, absolutely confused. *What guy?*
 
His eyes strayed down her body, her naked images from bathroom flashing, and then there was that dazed look in her eyes. He diverted his gaze not able to watch her without doing anything. The guy you were dancing with. Who was he?
 
*Armaan? He is a friend. Kyu?*
 
Armaan the guy who gifted you roses?
 
Geet’s eyes rounded opening wide. *That was more than two years ago. You still remember?*
 
Maan looked her in eyes- Of course, I remember it clearly. Why wouldn’t I?
 
*Nahi. I just didn’t think you would be that attentive.* She signed sadly.
 
That guy… stay away from him. He ragged you right? I don’t think he is any good.
 
When he again looked at her, she was smiling. She pressed her lips together and Maan frowned. *I think he is very nice. Armaan is a good friend of mine.* She told innocently, smirking evilly inside.
 
Maan was enraged, his chest burned. How do you know that? He snapped then shut his mouth. God, what was wrong with him?
 
*I know because he is my friend.*
 
Maan with gritted teeth- Good.
 
*What were you doing at Akshay Veerji’s house?* Geet asked.
 
I had gone for some business matter. Why you were there and why are you calling him Veerji?
 
*He is Armaan’s cousin na. We both are doing internship in his company only. His company recruits interns from our college. I got short listed.*
 
That was salt on already sour wound. She was doing internship again with that Armaan and she called his cousin Veerji. Maan wanted to hit something. I am exhausted, will be in my room.
 
He left and Geet did a long-happy dance. 


He was jealous and that made her feel all giddy-tickly. Nothing felt better than being jealous over. Last time he gave flowers when Armaan did the same. This time he should dance with her. She sighed dreamily, knowing that wasn’t going happen but what was the harm in fantasying? Although, she had gotten something far better than just a dance. She flushed again thinking about the kiss, how he had pushed her against the wall, how she had wrapped her legs around him. She couldn’t wait to tell Dadimaa.
 
 
 
 
Maan lay on the bed lost in their kiss. He replayed the sequence again n again in his mind. She was hot wax under his fingers. He could mould her the way he wanted but in return she would burn him. That was fair exchange. Only it wasn’t fair at all, to her. How he could slip like that? He had been away for long and then seeing her with someone else served as the ultimate hit on his control. He realized what he was losing. Maan had never seen a future with her, not once considered it. He was her culprit and deserved punishment not her. But now- he felt selfish just by imagining them together. Such a sick person he was. She was already in too deep. He should not pull her closer instead of shoving her away.
 
He didn’t have the strength anymore. Just a few days more, he told himself. So what if she was dancing with someone, so what if she liked him. She had all right to find the right partner and go far-far away where not even his shadow would be able to touch her.
 
His door was knocked before Geet stepped in, dressed in her cute night dress that consisted of white kurti and pink patiyala. Some things never changed. He knew she had come to ask for food.
 
*Aap movie dekhenge?*
 
Maan was taken aback. She had seen him lying uselessly on bed so he couldn’t pull his usual busy card. Was he happy that he didn’t have an excuse? Swinging his legs down the bed, Maan asked. Which movie?
 
Stunned with the view of his bare chest, she went into momentary coma. Simi would never get this view, she thought ecstatically. Geet. She snapped back from her dream world and showed him the dvd. Godzilla? You want me to watch that? She nodded and signed. *Pinky gave me this. I don’t want to see alone.*
 
Maan shook his head and stood up shrugging into a vest to hide himself from her searing gaze. In living room, he inserted the DVD in player while Geet brought popcorn and propped herself on the couch. Ready? Her big grin was green signal. He settled besides her pressing the play button. Movie started and it was far more fun than he had assumed. Actually he was confused whether to see his wife or the TV. She was so involved in the movie, her expressions changed with situations on tube and she jumped and laughed at various instances.
 
At one point, Geet was holding her breath as the elevators came down and the door was about to open certainly with loads of big-toothed monsters on other side. He couldn’t help himself screaming out loud in her ear like it was end of the world. Jumping out of her skin, she held her chest, popcorns flying in air from her hands. Maan laughed winking and she glared attacking him with a popcorn he popped it in his mouth, chewing it deliciously.
 
The couch before television was two seated and there wasn’t much space for both of them to sit very far. Every once in a while their legs brushed or hands hit, electrocuting both of them. For her it was a dream-come-true, she hadn’t expected him to say to her movie proposition, for Maan it was simply the best couple of hours in his life that had nothing good in it.
 
Finally, the movie came to end, breaking their hearts. He was putting the DVD back in cover. You know there is another Godzilla movie that has released? She looked up from where she was collecting popcorns scattered over the carpet. If… you want, we could go watch it tomorrow. She nodded rapidly not believing her ears.
 
 
 
Next morning, when Maan woke up his mind was filled of all goody-goody stuff. After like ages he witnessed the first rays of sun with a smile on his face. He came downstairs, expecting to find Geet in the kitchen and running to him asking if she should serve the breakfast. So it was a shock when he didn’t find her there. She wasn’t in her room too. He asked the servant where she was and he told that she had already left for college. That was so unlike her.
 
Geet never left without informing him if he was home. He noticed that she didn’t enquire anything about his stay abroad or when he came back to Delhi, she didn’t even ask if he’d had dinner last night. The creepy feeling he got was really unsettling.
 
Later in the day, Maan parked his car outside her college at the time when she had asked him to come. She came out and approached his car. Geet.Armaan jogged to her. Tu kaha jaa rai hai itni jaldi? Tune bola tha aaj tu humare saath kush k ghar chalegi.
 
*I am sorry. Par kuch zaroori kaam aa gaya.*
 
Armaan whinned- Zaroori kaam toh aate rahenge, chal na.
 
*Mai baad me kabhi chalungi.* She made a puppy face n Maan was fuming inside the car. Why she had to plead him for going somewhere, that too with her husband?
 
That face seemed to work on Armaan. He okayed with a smile and left, which was good because one more second and Maan would have come out and punched him pushing Geet in the car. When she stepped into the car, atmosphere was hot. She understood after sometime why he was sitting with fat face.
 
*That was Armaan.* She signed and saw his face turning greener. She loved that greenery but didn’t want to trouble him more. *He is just a friend.* She told and had the guts to ruffle MSK hairs like he was a kid. Maan looked at her shell shocked and she combed his hairs back. Her touch made his stomach clench with need.
 





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Saturday 24 May 2014

BEZUBA, PART 25

~BEZUBA~



~PART 25~




Simi- You know there is a seminar next week outside Delhi and dinner after that. If my Dad is right MSK is expected to be there. So I am going. All girls gasped and Geet wanted to strangle Simi. Who knows I might get lucky. She gave a suggestive wink and Geet’s mouth dropped down. She lost all control. Standing up, she snatched the magazine from Simi’s hand and tore the cover into many pieces, turned on her heels and ran from there.

Simi- What the hell?
 
Armaan- Shit, isse kya hua?
 
Everyone shrugged shocked by Geet’s unusual behavior.
 
Kushika- You stay, Ammy. I’ll go see what’s wrong.
 
 
 
 
Geet… Geet wiped her tears when she heard her name being called and the door to empty classroom being shut. Kiddo you are crying? What is wrong?
 
*I am sorry for what I did.* Geet said trying to hide her face in shame; she wished she could speak so there was no need of signing with hands.
 
Kushika understood Geet’s hand movements as few of Geet’s friends had learned the sign language. She came in front of Geet. Something is bothering you. Do you want to share? Is there something wrong at home?
 
Geet shook her head, looking up with teary eyes. Kushika sat down on the bench before Geet and held her hand. Geet you might not see but we notice. I mean at least I notice. How you never invite us to your house or how you always try to skip family talks. I understand that there must be really something big for you to do that and it must be hard to tell anyone, but believe me Geet keeping secrets is even harder. Maybe if you told me you would feel light and we can together shelter the secret.
 
Geet looked down. She so much wanted to tell Kushika everything but she couldn’t risk it. There was Maan and then Annie, in the same college. Over two years she had spoken lies after lies to not reveal anything that might have bad repercussions over her family.
 
Okay if I shared my secret with you then will you do the same? It should be a fair exchange, right? I’ll tell you mine and if you feel like-no obligation-you can tell me yours. Kushika steeled herself and took a long breath. I was abused as a child. Geet’s head snapped up. The strong-whom guys feared-Kushika was abused. It was by an uncle for quite a few years. I was small n by the time I got a little bigger I thought there was no way out. He used to threaten me n get what he wanted although I was never raped but… One day my father caught him and I was saved. He was sent to jail. Those years had had really bad effect on me. My confidence dropped down, grades were bad and other things like that. But I had my family with me and Armaan. He knows everything. They helped me get out of it although it still haunts me. I think I can never get out. I still can’t trust guys, I find them looking at me with the same intensions that’s why I scare them all off. I guess I am afraid that if I let anyone come close they would hurt me.
 
Kushika’s eyes had gotten blurry and Geet held her hand tightly in hers. She knew how difficult it was to actually voice out what had occurred. Geet and Kushika had always shared a connection and this was the reason. Geet could understand each word that Kushika said. Although, Kushika had people around to help, Geet had none. Instead of helping, her family muffled her voice. She went through everything by herself, got over it on her own, fought the demons and was no more scared of them. When you had nothing to help you stand, you either learned to do it on your own or accept failure allowing the fear to eternally conquer you.
 
A bit apprehensive, Geet told her story. Kushika had trusted Geet with hers and so she felt compelled to do so too. *I was out cold throughout the agony and I never saw his face. So I don’t remember much of it. I remember how scared I was before it happened. I thought a ghost had caught me.* Geet smiled humorlessly. *I guessed it would do bad things to me, never thought that it would be that bad. I didn’t know what had happened even when my eyes opened at my Taayaji’s place. They were all blaming me; no one offered help or took me to a doctor. I was so confused n tried to tell them my side of story but nobody let me. I was slapped and cursed. I started to believe it was my doing, or I was jinxed. When police came they asked if I was raped. I had to shake my head n not speak a word. I didn’t. I was numb, didn’t say a word for days n when I actually tried nothing came out. I had lost my voice which was no issue. Everyone wanted that. I know they were relieved. But as time passed, with it I realized many big and small things and I decided that only my voice was what I was going to lose. I won’t let that man win.*
 
I hate him. Kushika said gritting her teeth talking about her uncle but loathing directed towards Geet’s culprit too. I hate him so much that if he ever came in front of me I will kill him.
 
*I don’t. I don’t hate that man. I think he was poor, sick person who must be suffering every second of his life. God can never forgive such sinners. His own sins will make him regret his existence. He doesn’t deserve my hate. He doesn’t deserve a second of my life or a tear.*
 
Perhaps you are right. Kushika said deep in thought. Tell me how come you were able to get out of your village?
 
*A… man helped me. Its ironical, how one person can ruin you and other becomes the reason for whatever you have. I… I am married.*
 
Kushika gasped. Why you didn’t ever tell us?
 
*It’s not your usual marriage. We are just married for namesake. He had to marry me forcefully and because he wanted to get me out of that hell. He wasn’t ready for it. He cares for me but tries to stay away. I don’t really understand what he wants but I don’t want to trap him, you know. We didn’t want to make our marriage public.* Geet said ‘we’ because she didn’t want Kushika to see Maan in bad light. *He’ll come around and I am ready to wait. Tum gussa nai ho na?* Geet asked biting her lip.
 
I am not. I understand. But I guess… I guess you should tell Armaan about your marriage.
 
Geet was confused. *Why?*
 
I think he likes you.
 
Geet frantically shook her head. *No, that’s not true. He just flirts a bit, he flirts with everyone.*
 
Geet believe me. I know him since long, he feels strongly about you. Kushika said sadly.
 
*That’s not true. I love-* She flushed n her heart thudded. *I like my husband, very much. I cannot even think about anyone else other than him in that manner and I know you love Armaan-*
 
Love? I don’t love him. Kushika shouted back and Geet just stared at her with a whole-world-knows look. Kushika stole her gaze and hastily changed the subject. Did you ever see some psychiatrist?
 
*Yeah. Maa- my husband. He once brought some psychiatrist from Norway who was researching on selective mutism.* Geet recalled the two sessions. She had no idea that Maan would be bringing a psychiatrist when he had gone to Norway but it had resulted in nothing. The psychiatrist had talked to her, explained the medical condition that she was capable of speech but her mind failed to form words that she could utter. She had trouble processing sensory information. He had showed charts and briefed some cases. Long story short it had resulted in nothing. The end result was two lines ‘It can cure anytime or you might never be able to speak.’ Maan had been disappointed, far more than her. He didn’t say a word throughout the ride back home and then had locked himself in his study. *It had zero outcomes apart from telling me that he cares about me so much.*
 
Damn, you are a goner. Tu toh totally fida hai apne hubby pe.
 
Geet’s face lit up. This was her favorite topic. *Tumhe pata nai wo kitne acche hai… and he is so handsome, just like a Greek god. I can’t blink when he is before him. I feel like… I feel like I am in heaven.* She sighed dreamily.
 
Who is in heaven?
 
Armaan asked strolling inside then before waiting for an answer looked towards Geet. Tune mujhe ekdum dara dia? Kya ho gaya tha?
 
Kushika answered. She was just irritated because profs had given so much homework and then Simi’s blabbering. Tujhe toh pata hai what it could do to your brain.
 
Armaan nodded in sheer understanding. But tu toh aise bhag kar aai. Phew. Mujhe laga tujhe MSK par crush-wrush hai.
 
Believe me she has nothing to do with that MSK. Kushika said and Geet just smiled at the words.
 
 
 
 
 
That night was hell for Maan. He was staying at hotel only to satisfy his mind that he had attempted one last time. Tomorrow he would be with her. She would look at him with those chocolaty, searching eyes. He would hold her and feel her after ages. Imagining her body in his grip, Maan cursed. This distance had actually made things worse. It seemed the more he tried to run, the more she came close, pressed him. Everyday had felt like a century and many a times he just wished to leave everything and go back to her. Yet, he didn’t. He wasn’t allowed to. He had missed her, missed her so so much, that despite his promises to himself he had called when the situation became too much unbearable. Did she miss him? Was she angry? Had she… started to hate him?
 
He didn’t want her to hate him? But he had no other choice. He was such a helpless man. Against all odds and the rational thinking of his mind, his crazy heart wished she felt about him the way he felt about her, even just a tiny part of it would do. But that would be so unfair to her. She was naïve, innocent and he could give nothing to her except for betrayal and a life full of pain. How can he be that cruel to her? He just wanted to protect her.
 
But he wanted to be close to her too, for a little bit because soon she would walk out and soon he would be all alone. Maan closed his watery eyes and tried to sleep. He didn’t want her to leave. Maybe he was getting himself accustomed to the feel by staying away and simultaneously doing her favor. She didn’t need a monster walking around her.
 
Next day after a staff meeting, Maan had to meet a client at his home. KC had done work for him before a number of times and when he invited him at his house Maan couldn’t deny. They had lunch and after that went to the client’s study to discuss business. His client went out to talk on his cell while Maan read the file that had the particulars about the project. His ears registered faint sound of music. Standing up he walked to the window which looked down upon a huge swimming pool. Youngsters were having a pool party and Maan shook his head. What a waste of time. His eyes raked over the girls in swim suits and guys ogling at them. From the 3rd floor it all looked so chaotic. His eyes zeroed upon a gal pulled on the platform in middle of the exotic pool through a narrow passage over water. The song playing was ‘Tumhi ho bandhu’ and the girl was dressed modestly in a top and shorts that reached till her knees. Yet she was alluring so much so that all male eyes were on her.
 
His insides flipped as it didn’t take him more than two heartbeats to figure out who the girl was. Geet did typical bhangra steps with a big smile on her face. Her glee was contagious as all her friend danced with her with similar expressions. Maan had never seen her like that. So free and dancing in joy. It was surreal watching her in that avatar, her dressing sense had also changed. Gosh she looked amazing. Maan’s thoughts broke when a guy dropped out of nowhere and started to dance with his Geet. He twirled her around and they both laughed as she twirled him in return.
 
That sight burned into his heart. Maan felt his whole body heating up. With that guy’s hands on her, the song in background blurred. Maan saw red as he gritted his teeth turning around to go down. His legs climbed down stairs taking two-three steps at a time. As he approached the pool he could imagine the guy screaming in pain as he beat the living hell out of him for touching his wife. How dare the bastard?
 
Stopping in his tracks, breathing harsh, Maan nearly stumbled. His wife? His Geet? Shit. He rubbed at the centre of his chest as if that would reduce the ache there. Geet felt something and she turned her head only to meet his eyes at a distance. When she started to day dream about him in public, she thought, and then realized he was real. Uski ankhon me shikwa tha aur dard, jo wo bilkul smajh nai payi. Pushing people out of her way she came out of the crowd to the place where he had been. But by then he had already left.
 
 






PRECAP- A long update but not much of maaneet, I just wanted to clear a few things in here. Next is going to be full of them. How do you think will Geet pacify him?



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Wednesday 21 May 2014

BEZUBA, PART 24

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~PART 24~
 




One day, while rummaging in the store room of outhouse which she often did because she loved going through old things in her free time, she found few old albums. There were Dadimaa’s marriage pics in black and white and then Maan’s parent’s marriage pics. There were albums full of family snaps and just looking at them made her wish for her own family to be there with her.

Geet showed the photo albums to Dadimaa was really happy seeing them after so long. Together they went through the albums starting from Dadimaa’s wedding snaps. She told Geet the story behind every picture. They came to Maan’s childhood pics, he looked really adorable and naughty too. There was a small baby in many snaps. *Dadimaa yeh Annie hai kya?*
 
Haan wahi hai.
 
Geet could guess all faces apart from one. There were pictures of a girl who was of Maan’s age. They were doing all things jointly, appearing really happy n content with each other’s company. As Geet turned the sides she noticed there wasn’t a pic where Maan or the girl was alone. Even if there was no one else in the frame Maan and that girl were together. As the girl grew up, she became more and more beautiful. Maan never left her side. Dadimaa had fallen silent and Geet found her eyes glued to the photos with a grave expression on her face.
 
*Dadimaa yeh kaun hai?*
 
Dadimaa snapped out of her thoughts. Maan ki behen, his twin. Shock was an understatement to define Geet’s astonishment.
 
*Maan ki twin sister hai, mujhe toh pata bhi nai tha Dadimaa. Mai kabhi mili kyu nai, abhi kaha hai yeh?*
 
Wo ab nai hai. Sheen of tears in Dadimaa’s eyes said it all and Geet understood where she was now.
 
A question that had come in Geet’s mind earlier too rose up again.*Dadimaa Maan ki abhi kya age hai?*
 
27. She spoke before Geet could say anything else. Aap yeh albums jaha se laayi hai wahi rakh dijiye. Geet nodded confused. When someone died you tried to live in their memories not keep them hidden. Aur Geet… iske bare me kisi se kuch mat puchiyega, Maan se toh bilkul bhi nahi.
 
Geet blinked and then stood up to keep the albums back in store room.
 
 
 

Days and months rolled by, Geet got immersed in her studies and new life while Maan went busier in the rapidly growing KC. A year passed and then another pulling them further apart from each other. Rarely Maan showed his face in KM and since past 6 months he stayed in Europe as the branch there was established-KC first international stem-and he wanted to handle and supervise the initial working there by himself.
 
In Delhi, Geet was somehow satisfied with his once in a while calls, his room, his things. She had learned to live in the little she had. Honestly, without her knowledge she had grown independent, she didn’t need him anymore. He held the same importance in her life as a movie star or a sports star held in their fan’s life. She adored him, dreamed of him but he didn’t really have any role in her life or affected it in anyway. Even her college fee was funded by the scholarship she had won for two consecutive years for best performance in academics. Also she had started internship so she earned a little too.
 
Maan had walked so far that if she saw his face she felt lucky but when he left it didn’t make her sad but she took it as mere routine.
 
Sunrays filtered through the curtains hitting her face. She moaned silently rolling on the bed, a smile spreading on her face, his room and bed smelt more of her than him but his faint aroma still lingered and she felt close to him. Since Maan didn’t use his room and from last 6 months had been abroad, Geet had taken-over his room. She slept in it at nights and when she felt low. There was strange peace she felt in here. Sitting and stretching her body, she picked the frame with his photograph from the nightstand.
 
*Good morning, Maan.* Mouthing, she kissed his pic right on the lips wondering how it would feel if she did it for real. Blushing furiously, she was all shy-shy thinking about her husband. In the few time they had come close-in the bathroom or terrace-they had never shared a kiss. Geet wished they had. Picking her I-phone she checked the time and messages, if any, then got up and looked for the newspaper, searching for news of KC or some latest picture of her Maan. There was none today. She made a face and went to get ready. She had completely morphed into the colors of Delhi without forgetting who she was. Coming out of the bathroom in a knee-length floral skirt and a pretty orangish top Geet brought Dadimaa to the outhouse for breakfast. Whole KM was renovated, it was grander now but the best part was that a hallway connected outhouse with the KM internally.
 
With Geet’s stubbornness and constant hard work, Dadimaa had finally started to come out of her room. She sometimes had meals with Geet in outhouse and took a stroll in garden at least once every day. It was a big change.
 
Maan akhir kab wapas aa rahe hai?
 
*Pata nai Dadimaa, unhone three weeks pehle mujhe call kia tha and tab bola tha ke next week aa rahe hai. But you know him na, he must have gotten involved in wrapping up. He had been there for months now and leaving all his responsibilities on others must be difficult and time taking.*She told pushing food in her mouth and sighing at the same time completely missing the sad tint in Dadimaa’s eyes.
 
Aap unhe miss nai karti?
 
*Aap karti hai?*
 
Surprised at the question, Dadimaa turned her head away. *Mai bhi nai karti. Miss usse kia jata ho dur ho. Wo paas hokar dur rehte hai, islie dur hoke zayada paas hai.*
 
After finishing breakfast and taking Dadimaa back to her room, Geet left for college.
 
 
 
Maan stepped out of the airport with shades over eyes and a jacket almost hiding him. He quickly shoved into the car awaiting him. With KC reaching heights, the press had become like hawks following him and his absence in India just fueled their craziness as Dia had informed and often teased him about it. Maan merely grimaced settling into the car as the driver stared at him. KC. He said because he first had some work there.
 
And after that? He debated about where to go? He didn’t want to go home and… face her. He hadn’t seen her since like ages and his insides were on fire. Gosh he yearned for a glance and to fill her in his arms in such a way that they would never be separated. But that wasn’t the reason he had left. Yes, he wanted to supervise KC’s new branch but the main reason he had left for whole six months was for the hope he had which said that he might get over her and develop some resistance. Lately it had become impossible to ignore her. She clouded him absolutely; he was so wrapped in her and often had thoughts about her that were sinful for a man in his position.
 
He wanted her in every way known to a man.
 
No he needed to clear his mind before he went home. He should stay at a hotel for tonight.
 
 
 
Geet sighed as they sat in canteen; she had three assignments and one model to complete. *Why don’t they kill us in one go?* She angrily asked Pinky who was more interested in the burger in her hand. Geet pouted and Armaan sat beside her. Babes, don’t be so angry. It does something to me.
 
Geet hit his arm and stuck her tongue out as he faked a wince.
 
Simi- Did you guys check out the business times? She held up the magazine and showcased the cover page. All girls on the table gasped and Geet eyes went wide. Maan stood in a business suit, all coat buttons open and no shirt. His hairs sexily gelled and eyes pinning your heart rendering it unable to beat. When did he do this photo shoot?
 
“Sex appeal has no limit. Most eligible bachelor, Maan Singh Khurana doesn’t just rule broad rooms but every girl’s heart.” Stated the cover in bold red letters.
 
Give it to me. Kirti, one of their friends said but Simi took back the magazine hugging it to her chest. This man is mine.
 
Seriouslyhesohot. Pinky said through fully stocked mouth.
 
Yeah, did you see those abs? He has maintained himself so well.
 
Armaan nodded. He is fab, I must say. In relatively small span of time he has reached such heights. He is an idol actually in business world.
 
Simi- Fuck business. Look at that chest. And the girls drooled endlessly.

Geet was royally pissed. Her whole body was burning, green with jealousy. Initially she had liked girls praising her husband but soon enough it started to irk her. She hated them all who put buri nazar on her husband. What got her more worked up was that she couldn’t shoo them and tell that the man they were doing dirty talks about was hers n only her. Neither could she tell her friends that she was married to The Maan Singh Khurana. It frustrated her as much as it suffocated her.
 
Simi- You know there is seminar next week outside Delhi and dinner after that. If my Dad is right MSK is expected to be there. So I am going. All girls gasped and Geet wanted to strangle Simi. Who knows I might get lucky. She gave a suggestive wink and Geet’s mouth dropped down. She lost all control. Standing up, she snatched the magazine from Simi’s hand and tore the cover into many pieces, turned on her heels and ran from there.
 
Simi- What the hell?
 
Armaan- Shit, isse kya hua?
 
Everyone shrugged shocked by Geet’s unusual behavior.
 
Kushika- You stay, Ammy. I’ll go see what’s wrong.
 
 
 






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