BEZUBA, PART 9

~BEZUBA~

NOTE: I know its all hell confusing. There are many questions in your minds. Why is Geet accepting everything? What does Maan think? And so on… It must seem awkward n weird but everything has a relevant reason behind it. The story is fast paced n more “happening than explanation” at the moment. As thing will proceed all would be rightly explained and revealed.

~PART 9~

Aap kabhi aisa mat sochiyega ke Maan aapko apne se kam samajhte hai. Wo aise nai hai. Par wo sabse alag hai. Agar bhagwan ne aap dono ko milwaya hai toh unhone kuch sochke aisa kia hoga. Aap bilkul pareshan mat hoiye. Geet nodded amazed. The conversation was so easy, difficult at times but not because of the content of talks but her inability to speak. Still, it just took two-three trials every time for Dadimaa to understand what she wanted to say with her hands. After the sady-sady talks they went ahead to talk about other things n by the time Geet came out of Dadimaa’s room after she fell asleep it was noon. Geet went downstairs n was hungry. There were servants everywhere but no one asked her for food which was fine with her, not like she had grown up like a princess.

Somewhere she had heard that even if the family members’ had drifted apart there shouldn’t be two separate kitchens; that alienated them all the more. So Geet went into the kitchen of main mansion to cook something for herself.

 

 

 

 

 

Geet was way too hungry so she decided to make something that was easy n fast. Methi aalo parathe seemed good. She cooked some extra in case someone else wanted to eat n then had her lunch in the kitchen itself.

 

Maan’s sister, Annie, came there. Tum yahan kya kar rahi ho? Ah, tumse toh baat bhi nai kar sakte. Pata nai bhai ne kya sochke tumse shadi ki. Nakul… Nakul. At her call Nakul came rushing. Mera lunch laga do mujhe bahar jana hai. Annie went out n Nakul served lunch on the dining table. Geet wasn’t that hurt, she had heard a lot worse back home n understood it must be difficult for Annie to accept someone who had appeared out of the blues. Maybe she should go for a peace treaty with the other girl n they could become friends, Geet thought. She kept a plate of fresh, hot parathe before Annie then wrote on her note pad. *Yeh maine banaya hai. Tum chaho toh kha sakti ho.*

 

Annie made a face- Chee… Tumhe ek baar ki baat samajh nai aati hai kya? Kitni besharam ho tum yaar. Aur tumhe kya lagta mai yeh khaogi. Tumne soch bhi kaise lia ke mai tumhare haath se bani hui koi cheez khaogi. Bloody villager.

 

Annie stood up, her face dripping with anger n left without eating. Geet didn’t know what all the shouting was about. She had just offered simple parathe. If earlier she wasn’t hurt, now she was. *Baba ji agar mai bol sakti na toh isse acche se batati* She made a puppy face. *ya shayad nai, par aise chup-chap sunti toh nai* Geet turned around to go back to outhouse.

 

Maan’s mother was standing there. Tumhari wajah se meri beti khana khaye bina chali gai. Pata nai tumne Maan pe kya jaadu kia hai par iska matlab yeh nai ke hum bhi tumhare behkawe me aa jayenge. Tum jaisi ladkiyo ki aukaat mai acche se jaanti hu. Isslie behtar hoga tum humse dur raho samjhi. Tum jaise logo ki shakal bhi dekhna mai pasand nai karti. Ab mera muh kya dekh rai ho jao yahan se… Geet ran out with tears in eyes n plate in hands.

 

 

 

At nightfall, Maan came back. How was he going to face her after what he had done in morning? Running was so easy n now facing her was tough. Losing control was so easy, stopping was so damn tough. She had been soft, amazing n so giving, trapped in the cage of his body. He had forgotten the pain in his muscles n heart, just crazy desire had surrounded him, its velvety claws clutching and probing. His shaft had ached to be enveloped as her little pink nipple had strained before his very eyes. And she had reacted to him like- Shit, he shouldn’t be thinking about that. It was forbidden n criminal. And he hated himself to the core for the incident in morning. He was a sick bastard n deserved a leash around neck.

 

Maan didn’t trust himself. No, after the morning his insides were a jumbled mush of clashing voices. As everything in him shouted of some kind of release he wanted to end it all. But years had passed n there was no escape. He had saved her to his doom. Agony had increased a thousand fold with her face in front of him each second n slowly he was losing, going mad. He still couldn’t believe what he did? How could he? It must be the years of near celibacy. But how can the thing that horrified him, didn’t let him sleep at nights… could envelop him so overpoweringly.

 

When he entered the outhouse aroma of fresh food wafted from the kitchen. Geet came out, an apron around her front and smile on face. She removed his coat her fingers sliding along his arms. Maan groaned inwardly. *Aap fresh ho jayiye mai khana lagati hu.* She wrote on her pad n went into the kitchen leaving him dumbfounded. Maan changed n came back. Geet served the dinner. *Kitchen me toh pata nai kya-kya tha, mujhe jo samajh aya maine bana dia.* Maan nodded. The food was delicious n she had made it. While he ate silently, Geet kept eating n talking, sometimes writing on pad n sometimes signing through her hands. She told him about her day, that she talked to Dadimaa, watched TV, saw the gardens n all, n that she liked the place very much.

 

It is time. Maan thought when after the dinner Geet went to keep their plates. As she came back he didn’t waste time before speaking. I had asked the servants to give you a separate room. The one beside mine so you would have your space. And I would tell Nakul to bring whatever you want in kitchen. If you want anything else ask me. He left n Geet went into her room. It was just next to Maan’s. At least she was not that far from him. Yet, he was drifting further n further away n she didn’t even get a chance to hold onto him.

 

 

 

 

Next morning Maan called his PA. I want clothes. I mean a whole wardrobe. Maan didn’t knew what all to get. Last time when he had asked for clothes that nightdress had landed to his mortification. Better not use his brain. Send a designer or something… Yeah, at outhouse…. Hmm…. Good. I will be there in an hour. Maan hung up n breakfast was prepared for him, obviously by Geet. She was glowing n chirrupy like always.

 

After Maan left Geet went to prepare Dadimaa’s breakfast in main mansion before the folks there woke up i.e. Divya n Annie. Then she went to Dadimaa n fed her with her hands after that they talked. Afternoon a designer came n took Geet’s measures n asked what kind of clothes she wanted. Geet was hesitant but she told whatever she was asked for. Later, she wandered the big garden of mansion. It was beautiful with cropped, lush carpet of green grass n all kind of flowers. She loved it n could stay there for hours staring at the beautiful roses. The smell both calmed n fascinated her when her life was just crumbling and sinking into a baseless pit. She had a feeling it was just going to get worse. Somehow she always knew and her sixth sense was never wrong.

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