Osheen's Fan Fictions: BEZUBA, PART 7

~BEZUBA~

~PART 7~

*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.

Whole room was decorated. She looked ahead at the red, satin bed sheets, the flowery canopy, scented candles n magical dcor. Blood in her veins rushed n she felt ticklish all over. This was for their SR? *Babaji mai toh bhul hi gai iske bare me. Kya yeh sab Maan ne kia?* She got even redder with the thought, who else would do this? And what was she to do? Did he want her sitting on bed like every new bride, hidden behind a long veil or he wanted her in a night dress since he was from a big city. Geet nervously realized that she didn't even have any clothes. *Babaji mai kya karun?*

Just then her eyes registered the clothes lying on the couch. A nighty and a suit. She debated on what to wear. *Jhalli, unhone nighty rakhi hai toh wo pahen na. Suit kal ke lie hoga.* With sweaty palms she changed into the nighty then wondered if she should wrap on the see-through robe too. The black nighty was kind of revealing, maybe just for her because she was from a conservative family. Geet gave up on the idea of the robe. Maan was her husband n he surely had some expectations from her. If he could decorate the room she should at least give up some of her inhibitions, right?

After finishing his work Maan came into his room and hadn't expected to see what he did. The room was decorated to tempt n- OH MY GOD. Maan stood frozen. Geet was at the window looking out. Her long hairs tied in a loose braid n that black nighty hid everything n nothing. The black silk went down till her ankles kissing her skin so closely n easily as the air around her. There were only two straps on the shoulders to hold it on her. Her long white hands were bare covered by only blood red bangles. To get her naked he had to just snap those straps. The nighty would pool around her feet in a heap n he would see it all, eating her with his hungry eyes. Maan wondered if she was wearing any undergarments. No bra. He could tell when she turned around. On the name of ornaments she had that black beaded mangalsutra in her neck n red powder filling her mang. She looked divine, beautiful, breathtaking n alluring. And he wanted to-

Reality hit him like thunderbolt. Despite the sindoor n mangalsutra, he wasn't her husband.

I am sorry. I think Annie ne yeh kia hai ya phir Dadimaa ne.When Geet tilted her head he didn't see the confusion on her face n carried on his rant. But I am really sorry. Mai tumhe uncomfortable feel nai karana chahta tha. Sorry nai... Geet said n for a moment Maan got shocked to hear that sweet voice of hers. Geet ran to the table n brought the pad n pen. *Aap sorry kyu bol rahe hai? Mai aapki wife hoon aur aapka mujhpe utna hi haq hai jitna mera aappe.* She wrote but cut the second like line n rephrased it as *aapka mujhpe haq hai*. Maan read it all though, the line that was stroked included. He looked at her blushing face n cursed himself.

Saari meri galti hai. Mujhe tumhe sab pehle hi clear kar dena chahiye tha. Haan, hum married hai aur tum meri wife ho. Isilie tumhari saari zimmedari meri hai, kyuki maine tumse shadi ki. Mai samjhta hu tumhare paas koi aur option nai tha ussi tarah jaise mere paas nai tha. Yeh shadi se zayada ek compromise tha humare lie yeh bhi sach hai. Par tumhe mere bare me sochne ya fiqr karne ki koi zaroorat nai hai. Tum meri taraf se ek dum free ho. Hum husband-wife hai duniya ke lie par uske alawa aur kuch nai. Tum mujhse kisi bhi tarah bound nai ho... nai hi emotionally aur na hi physically. Maan looked at the other side because he couldn't take the intensity of her eyes. Abhi tum yahan ho kyuki yeh ghar tumhara bhi hai par jab tum iss nayi duniya se familiar ho jaogi aur... tumhe lagega ke ab tum aage badh sakti ho toh mai tumhe nai rokunga. He said such a big thing so easily; Geet had to blink back the tears. Maan picked up the pillow n duvet. Mai dusre room me so jata hu.

Geet held his hand n wrote on the paper. *Aap yaha so sakte hai. Mai apki izzat pe hamla nai karungi.* She smiled with all her might because her heart was crying so hard. But she didn't want him to feel bad because he rejected a poor village girl. Hmm. Then I will sleep on couch. Geet nodded. There was nothing she could say even if she had a voice box. She was this broken. Going into the bed she buried herself into the sheets and finally let herself cry. Thank god she was mute as she didn't want to disturb his sleep.

Geet was always an early riser n old habit die hard regardless of how drained you felt. So she woke up at 5 which was a little a late according to her standards because back in Hosiyaarpur she woke up at 4:30. Anyways when she awakened Maan wasn't there, apparently, he was an early riser too or he left the room in middle of night to sleep in another. The first thing Geet did was to go into the bathroom n remove the nighty because it somehow made her skin burn. She blankly stared at her body which wasn't up to the mark. He was so amazing n she wasn't. Or maybe, god, he didn't want to be with her because she was... for a little while she really had forgotton that she was dirty and defective, raped at 16 n without a voice box. How could she expect someone like Maan to take her as his wife?

She instantly felt light. You didn't hurt when you didn't expect n dreamed. To stay alone without human ties or love was her fate. Like he said not bound to him neither emotionally nor physically.

Maan's each muscle ached as walked back into the room from the gym. It was still dark so he thought Geet was still asleep which was understandable since it was so early n they had slept late. Well, only Geet, he didn't sleep at all. He took out clothes from the cupboard n walked into the bathroom. Then he stopped dead in his steps, the clothes falling from his hands n breath catching in his throat.

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Bechara Maan Dead