Osheen's Fan Fictions: BEZUBA, PART 5

~BEZUBA~

~PART 5~

His image appeared in mirror as he came inside the room. Hum kal Delhi jaa rahe hai. She nodded; there was nothing behind that she would really miss n this was a new start.

Her bangles sounded when he was about to go out. Maan stopped n she turned moving her hands slowly so he would understand. *Mere kapde toh ghar par hai.* She pointed towards herself after that held the hem of her kurti and then imitated a hut with her hands. Maan understood.Tumhare ghar se hum kuch nai lenge. Delhi me tumhe zaroorat ka saara samaan mil jayega aur kal ke lie kapde mai subah mangwa dunga.

She stopped him again from leaving n moved her hands pointing towards her bangles. This time Maan couldn’t comprehend what she meant so he gave her a pen n pad. Isse apne saath rakkha karo taki mujhe samajh me aaye tum kya keh rai ho. She nodded, wrote on a plain page n showed it to him. Mujhe suit se matching chudiya bhi mangwa dijiyega please. Was written over it. She was a new bride for first time going to her new house; of course she would need matching bangles.

Maan glanced at her expectant face n for few moments got lost in her innocence. Coming back to reality he muttered a ‘hmm’ n left the room. Next day Geet got the clothes and matching bangles. She wore them, and then saw her reflection in mirror.

Hopefully, she wouldn’t disappoint him or his family.

They were to leave in the afternoon. Morning Maan had some work at site. They sat in the car. Nobody came to see her off. Tumhari family ya kisi aur ko pata nai ke hum aaj Delhi jaa rahe hai. I didn’t want any fuss. Geet smiled to assure him that she wasn’t sad when in reality her throat was choked. It felt like so far she had been living someone else’s life n there was nothing of her own. As the car left her village behind, she opened the window n let the air play with her curls. A small smile twinkled at the corner of her lips.

Maan from the corner of his eyes saw her enjoying the ride. She was dressed like the new bride she was. Her forehead filled with that red powder and hands laden with bangles. The pink suit made her look so beautiful, fresh… young. He wanted to reach out n hold her. But the distance was larger than it appeared n would always be. She had to marry him because he had left no other choice. That was another thing that she didn’t protest against the marriage, not even once. But, this was her only way out though why she believed him so blindly…?? The question bothered him till no ends. Why she gifted him her whole life without any questions?

After an hour she had her head resting back on seat n the wind she was enjoying so thoroughly was now disturbing her sleep. Maan shifted towards her, forwarded his hand over her carefully and rolled the window glass up. Geet moaned and grabbed his hand. Maan remained motionless while she tucked his hand under her chin like a duvet and moved so that her head settled comfortably on his shoulder. The sound of her soft snores brought a smile on his face.

Maaneet jerked awake as the car halted. Geet discovered how close they were n moved back. Sorry. Maan didn’t say anything n climbed off the car.Bahar aao. Like he needed to tell her. She had that nervous excitement bubbling inside her. This was her new home, her husband’s house. She looked dazed at the big mansion n there were so many guards around. That was so cool. She glanced at Maan n a crazy thought that he would pick her up in his arms n take her inside brought that giddy tickling in her stomach. Unfortunately, nothing of that sort happened. He didn’t even hold her hand n walked ahead for her to follow. *Geet tu bhi na ek dum jhalli hai. Yeh koi film thode hai.* She stuck her tongue out n looked back to see where was her luggage was then remembered she had nothing with her. It felt weird to have… nothing. *Toh kya hua aise hamesha thode rahega. Kuch dino me tu yahan settle ho jayegi. Ab yahi tera ghar hai Geet.* She stared fondly at her husband’s house as they reached the door.

Few servants welcomed them and Geet met all like an old friend. Bhai, you came back. A young gal came to Maan n hugged him. I missed you soooo much. Maan cupped her face n lovingly kissed her forehead.

Maan- But I missed you more. Annie, I want you to meet someone. He directed towards Geet.

Annie knotted her brows- Whoz she?

Your sister in law. My wife.

While Annie just gaped open-mouthed another person came towards them.Maan aap aa gaye beta?

Maan- Maa. He touched his mother, Divya’s, feet. His mother looked at Geet. Yeh ladki kaun hai?

Annie- Yeh bhai ki wife hai. Bhai said this. She chuckled. Bhai you playing a prank with us na? Comeon, we are no fools here.

Annie, I am not kidding. Maa, yeh Geet hai. Mai isse Hosiyaarpur me mila aur kal raat hum dono ne ek mandir me shadi karli.

Geet nervously came forward to touch feet of her MIL. Maan’s mother’s expressions morphed from confusion to disbelief to strong dismay n disapproval and she stepped back. Aapne sach me iss ladki se shadi ki? Aur humme- ek baar pucha bhi nai. Bas gaye aur aise hi. She stared at Geet with harsh intensity that made Geet lower her gaze. Yeh ladki- Kitna padhi ho tum?

Maan- Maa-

Divya- Maan hum isse baat kar rahe hai. Toh batao?

Geet stared n wanted the ground to swallow her. She gulped to dampen her dry, voiceless throat as Maan’s mother asked again about her family.

Maan- Maa, aapko jo bhi puchna hai mai bataoga.

Divya- Kyu iss ladki ke muh me zabaan nai hai?

Maan clenched his fist; he didn’t want to tell his family about Geet’s muteness on her face lest she felt deficient or ashamed. Maa, Geet bol nai sakti.

Divya’s eyes widened. Maan aapko kisi ne majboor kia inse shadi ke lie? Aap kaise-

Nai. Maine apni marzi se shadi ki. Mai Geet se mila aur mujhe laga yehi wo ladki hai jo meri jeewansaathi ban sakti hai. Toh maine isse shadi karli. Mujhe nai lagta maine kuch galat kia hai.

Par humme lagta hai. And you are my son. She is neither appropriate for our family nor for you.

Agar aapko aisa lagta hai toh usme mai kuch nai kar sakta.Maan had always done what he wanted but he had never been this rude to his mother though right now he had no choice.

Divya- Aapne yeh shadi karke accha nai kia Maan. Duniya wale kya kahenge. Puri society me humara mazak ban jayega. She pointed at Geet. Yeh iss ghar me nai reh sakti.

Nakul. Maan shouted n the servant came forward. Mera saara saman outhouse mein shift kar do. Disbelief came over Divya’s face. Aap iss ladki ke lie-

Maan- Iss ladki nai Maa. Yeh aapki bahu hai n jitni jaldi aap iss reality ko accept karle utna accha hai.

Maan held Geet’s hand n walked out of the same door from which they had just came in.