IBADAT- Love Reincarnated, PART 7

IBADAT

Love Reincarnated

PART 7

Next day when Shasha found out that the presentation clients chose was not hers, she interrogated the entire staff but she didn’t find anything. Nobody supported her. Why would they? She was arrogant n complete tyrant. There was not a single soul who liked her.

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Two eyes looked through the blinds. But this time the eyes were of Maan watching Geet. Like always he was sitting in his cabin staring at nothing in particular that’s when his eyes drifted to her. She had come to Pari n was talking to her animatedly.

As she moved her head her jhumke dangled teasing her soft cheeks. Her hair were tied in tight plates like always still some bangs managed to escape n were flowing with the slight breeze. He looked at her hands which made unknown yet fascinating patterns in air as she talked. His pulse quickened without his very knowledge n eyes again wandered to her face where her pink rosy lips moved as fast as his heart beat.

In a blink he came out of his reverie n turned his gaze. Something was totally wrong, what was he doing? It’s been long since he noticed a girl; girl is a far away thing he didn’t even notice his life lately n here he was drooling over his employee. How could he? How could he betray her? She left him but it doesn’t mean he would commit something so low.

When the conversation ended it was time for Geet to go back to her cabin but she didn’t went back before glancing towards his cabin n then left with a dreamy sigh unknown to the turmoil that was clouding on the other side of the blinds.

The whole afternoon went like this, Maan cursing himself. Though the reason may not be that big but his depressed mind needed something to mourn over. He didn’t recognize the ocean of happiness yet not a single drop of grief escaped his mind.

Rolling the paper weight his eyes went to the paper knife resting with all its grandeur on the neat sheet of paper screaming for his attention n at that moment it seemed to him like god’s gift to end all the misery. It was the easy way out, the only way out.

He was tired now, there comes a time when you are alone in the big world. There are people all around but no one’s for you. You want to talk, all the pent up emotions hammer the insides with the desire to come out. You want to cry n scream n hug someone but you can’t because in the crowd of millions you know not a single soul understands. That’s the moment when death appears so much more familiar n appealing than the unwanted, lonely life.

Without wasting a moment he picked up the paper knife n absently flipped it open. The edge was sharp n shinny. He wanted to know if it worked, if it would be able to cut through the supple, delicate flesh. How would it feel when it would strike against skin making it bleed red?

He made a gash on the tip of his index finger. Crimson blood rushed out n it didn’t hurt even a bit in fact felt good n enormously right. Now he wanted it more, he wanted more blood. There was that urge to see how much blood one needed to lose to die. The knife moved towards his wrist where he knew beneath the skin was rushing his life, he wanted to break that line n free himself forever.

Maan sir... The faint sound reached his ear but he didn’t cared one cut n few minutes after that everything would be over.

App kar kya rahe hai? Geet snatched the knife throwing it on floor n taking his finger into her mouth. It took a moment for him to come back to the reality n bizarre enough her first touch felt was even better than that feel of sharp edge cutting him. The lips he was fascinating few hours ago were now around his skin while he felt his finger pad being touched by her touch as her mouth slowly sucked the cut to close.

Koi aisa karta hai kya? She half screamed half cried, her chest heaving up down as if she was the one committing suicide.

She kept speaking; some words registered in his dazed brain some just flew over his head. Finally she quit blabbering like an idiot because he was barely listening.

He saw her moving out then coming back in record time with a band aid in hand. Carefully she plastered the band aid over the cut. Then picked up the paper knife from the floor n checked all the drawers if there was anything else sharp. She collected the blades n the other paper knife.

Now you won’t be having anything sharp with you. Saying she left his cabin closing the door not so gently.

Maan smiled at her absurd declaration what does she thinks, he won’t get anything sharp if he wanted to or only sharp things will render his purpose.

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Everyone was gone but she wasn’t the mere reason being he was still there n she didn’t wanted to leave him alone. God knows what goes on in that brains of his n so she decided not to trust him n remain around as much as she could.

All her work was done n now she was getting damn bored. Soon her eyes became heavy n unknowingly she drifted into sleep.

He was heading home when he found the lights on in a cabin.

This girl is definitely mad. He thought ignoring the big insanity he was doing himself earlier. What was she doing here at this time? Didn’t she get any other place to sleep?

Initially with a view of waking her, he moved closer but as a light gush blew in from the window making her untamed locks dance over her face, perhaps that’s when he lost all rationality or maybe it was when he felt that soft, calm breath of hers on his face when he bent down. His mind wavered into a totally different direction n he had to admit she looked totally innocent n flawless while asleep not like she was any less when awake just he didn’t got the chance to observe her so closely then.

Pushing the bangs behind when he slightly caressed her cheeks with knuckles, his chest tightened. Her skin was so delicate n surreal that he thought she would disappear in the next blink. The knowledge was almost scary, the effect she was starting to make on him. She made him forget everything, like a breath of fresh air she wiped the bad thoughts off his mind filling it with something unknown, something new.

His fingers strayed to her ears then trailed its way down slowly to her lips which were as silky as they appeared, provoking him inside out. The flutter of her eyes made him jerk back n knock the desk behind.

Again he was doing it. What has gotten into him? He was betraying her? His mind repeated endlessly like a broken record.

Geet blinked her eyes to grasp her surrounding after the sleep. Wo I am sorry Maan Sir. Meri ankh lag gai thi. As soon her eyes met his shaken ones he left the room in haste.

What was that? She wondered n left for home, disturbed but mainly concerned.

When she reached home engrossed in her thoughts her mind went into frenzy, something was utterly wrong. She knew it somehow.

Geet tu kya kar rai hai. Pinky asked.

Packing.

That I can see. But why? You are going back home. She asked shocked n frustrated. God! This girl is so unpredictable.

No. Geet turned finishing with her short-notice packing. I am going to live with Maan Sir.

W-what? Pinky asked eyes popping out of the sockets. That’s great. Walk over the world n do whatever you want. She said with a grown. Did he ask you to live with him?

No. He doesn’t know as of now.

Should I call the hospital because you surely now need some medical assistance. He doesn’t know that you are going to live with him. What if he shoves you out n suppose if he agrees, you will stay with a stranger?

He is no stranger. Geet snapped.

OKAY! You will stay with your ‘boss’? Is that the apt word?

They both stood still letting the silence do all the talking n stared into each other eyes throwing invisible daggers. After few moments of the cold war Geet let out a huff knowing Pinky was nothing but worried for her.

Please Pinky you don’t know what happened in office. He needs me. His is alone. She said in a calmer tone. Pari told me he lives by himself n I’ll somehow convince him to keep me.

Ignoring the 'keep me' that Geet used as if she was homeless, Pinky jumped onto the more relevent thing. What about your family? She blatantly used her next weapon.

They won’t know.

Don’t you think you are cheating on them?

It seems wrong but I know nothing is more right. I won’t do anything to degrade my family at the same time I can’t leave him also. I can go to any extent for him.

Eventually Pinky agreed. No use trying to talk Geet out once she decided on something. She was on a mission n exactly knew the destination so Pinky had to give her consent as if it mattered anymore knowing well only the name ‘MAAN’ mattered to Geet now.

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PRECAP- Geet in Khurana Mansion Poor Maan