BEZUBA, PART 6

~BEZUBA~

~PART 6~

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 he 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 the same door from which they had just came in.

 

 

 

 

 

Geet had tears in her eyes. She felt like wailing n crying so hard that the sound somehow would reach god. But not a word would come out of her mouth even if she burned her lungs raw.

 

She hadn’t wanted this. And Geet was now humiliated, almost broken. She didn’t have a real family n she was taking his. As they walked towards the outhouse, Maan left her hand n kept walking. Geet looked back at the main gates.

 

*Wo mere lie apne parivar ko chod rahe hai.* The weight was an iron rod on her chest. She felt throttled. Geet looked back again n turned around. Her legs carried her forward without feeling the ground beneath. She heard Maan calling in background n then she started to run.

 

It was better if she went away. He had saved her from hell n brought her here, that was enough. No more did she want to burden him. Her being his wife was unfair on him. He was being good n she was taking advantage of it. A new start. What was she thinking? How could she be happy? There was no new start for her. She would survive somehow, somewhere. At least she wouldn’t be breaking someone’s house staying with a man who had to marry her out of pity.

 

Maan caught her before she could reach the gates n turned her around. His hand held hers in a wise grip. What the hell are you doing? She opened her mouth speak in a haze and his heart screamed when she realized there won’t be any sound coming out. Not bothered with the realization she jerked her hands away from his n started to speak with them. She shook her hands in a no. And everything else she signed so fast that he couldn’t understand.

 

Andar chalte hai. Maan told but she shook her head with tears. She seemed weary not because they’d had a long journey or because of tiff with Maan’s mother. No, she seemed tired, because he didn’t understand what she was trying to tell. Not another word was spoken as Maan pulled her inside the outhouse.

 

He took her to a room n made her sit on the bed. Pani? She shook her head.When he kept staring at her she nodded. Maan went n came back with a glass of water. She drank n kept the glass aside. Tum bhagi kyu?

 

Geet looked up directly into his eyes n Maan got the signal… there was a lot she wanted to say. Geet started.

 

*Mai bhagi nai, mai bas jaa rai thi. Aapne mere lie pehle hi bahut kuch kia hai. Mai nai chahti meri wajah se aapko koi aur takleef ho. Parivaar ki kya ehmeeyat hoti hai yeh mai jaanti. Parivaar ko khona matlab jaise khud ko khona. Toh aap kyu yeh sab sahe. Wo bhi meri wajah se. Bilkul nai. Kabhi bhi nai.*

 

Her hands moved to him all that was going in her mind but he could understand only a little. Geet stopped only when she was finished. *Aapko kuch samajh nai aaya na?* She asked moving her hands.

 

Maan got up n brought a paper n pen for her. She took it n told him everything once again, this time through her writing. He read what she wrote one by one.

 

Mai koi parivaar nai kho raha aur mujhe yeh bhi pata hai ke mai kya kar raha hu toh tumhe pareshan hone ki koi zaroorat nai hai. Ab se tumhari zimmedari meri hai. He just explained that much. Tumhe kuch deer me kapde mil jayenge aur mai khana bhi bhijwa raha hu. Taiyaar ho jao mujhe tumhe kisi aur se milwana hai. He started to go out but stopped. Aur haan, yeh ghar aur iss ghar ke log ab tumhare hai kyuki koi mane ya na mane par maine bhagwan ke samne tumhe apni patni banaya hai. Majboori me hi sahi par humne shadi ki hai.

 

Geet wiped her tears. After sometime the food arrived with clothes. She ate n got dressed up but Maan didn’t come. He came later in the evening n by then she had fallen sleep half hanging on bed waiting for him.

 

Maan took his time to observe her. Dressed in a fresh suit she had the glow of a new bride. God, she was beautiful in an ethereal kind of way, so delicate n… enchanting. His body hummed n instantly Maan diverted his gaze. Geet. He called in she woke up, taking her surrounding in with confused eyes n then adjusted her dubatta that had slipped low to reveal the low neck of her kurti. The swell of her milky breasts disappeared behind the cloth n Maan took a cool breath in.

 

Let’s go. Geet stood up, her bangles n anklets singing with her movements.

 

 

 

 

In the main mansion Maan opened a door while Geet was busy looking around at lavish interiors of the mansion.

 

Andar aao. Geet head jerked n she nodded following Maan inside. There was a woman sleeping in bed. She looked extremely old n sick.

 

Dadimaa. At the sound of Maan’s voice she woke up n her eyes wandered to Geet. A different look came over in her elderly orbs which Geet couldn’t comprehend but without knowledge they saddened her. Dadimaa yeh Geet hai. Maan made Dadimaa sit n she managed a weak smile. Geet touched her feet n this time she was fortunate enough to be blessed.Hamesha khush rahiye. Dadimaa humne shadi ki hai, Hosiyaarpur me. Dadimaa looked at Maan n didn’t say a word. Aap bahut pyaari hai beta. Geet’s smile was twinkling n she held Dadimaa’s hand in hers mouthing thank you. Dadimaa understood that Geet couldn’t speak n wanted to convey that she wasn’t bothered by it. She caressed her head lovingly n looked at Maan. Before Geet knew he left the room.

 

It irked Geet greatly but soon she mingled with Dadimaa n forget everything.

 

When she came back to the outhouse after an hour there was dinner waiting for her on the dining table. She wanted to cook it herself but, guess, next time. There was a servant going back to the main mansion when she stopped him, he passed her an unpleasant look and left.

 

*Mujhe toh bas puchna tha unhone khaya ke nai. Mai khud puch lungi.*One problem with Geet was she had too much energy. To sit at a place wasn’t her thing. She looked around the whole mansion n found Maan in study.

 

Maan looked up sensing her before seeing. *Aapne khana khaya?* She signed then slapped her forehead thinking how would he understand n took out her pad to write the question. Mai samajh gaya. Abhi nai khaya.

 

*Toh chaliye khate hai. Mujhe bahut bhook lagi hai* She wrote on the pad n Maan wondered how much talkative she would have been if she could speak. *Dadimaa se milwane ke lie thank you. Wo bahut acchi hai.* A look came over Maan’s face-the one you got when you missed someone-of longing. It disappeared quickly leaving Geet doubtful if she saw right. Maan just muttered a hmm n went with her to eat.

 

After finishing the food her husband left to his study again as he had work n Geet came into her room only to freeze in her steps. Redness crept at her cheeks as she blushed furiously.

PRECAP- 

What’s in the room, guess-guess…

Not much romance now but it’s coming soon… till now the story was kind of developing with them meeting n getting married. Now she is at his home n they would strive to manage with this newness in their lives.

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