BEZUBA, PART 14

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~PART 14~

 

Holding her head she tried to restrain her streaming tears but they just kept on coming out. The vision of his face wouldn’t leave her mind. He wasn’t Maan. He just couldn’t. Her body trembled n alone she felt fear trickle down her spine. Although, where could she go in search of relief. 

Dadimaa would know in a second that something had happened n she wouldn’t be able to keep it to herself. Drained n helpless she curled into a ball. Tomorrow she would stop trembling, she would stop hurting. Everything would be fine or she could pretend everything was alright. She was good at acting, had perfected the art over the years so much so that she could fool her own self.

Maan wasn’t like this. But why did he- the last remnants of her dream shattered painfully. People were not what they seemed in the start and she never was a stellar judge of character. Geet cried. He didn’t even ask her to eat.

 

 

 

After that night Geet stayed away from him-he had scared the hell out of her-n Maan was fine with it rather say too much pleased. Geet, though, felt hollow. Why was she here? Now to her this was another Hoshiyaarpur. Her existence was meaningless. She was not abused but being treated as invisible was worse. Even Divya n Annie had given up on the taunting. They were bored too. Who would want to waste their time on a mute girl?

 

Geet aap kuch kehti kyu nai? Itni deer se hum hi bole jaa rahe hai.

 

*Kuch kehne ko nai hai Dadimaa.* Geet signed looking up.

 

Aree aise kaise. Kya kia aaj aapne?

 

Geet thought then signed. *Mai uthi, brush kia phir muh dhoya, bath lia…*

 

Dadimaa smaked her head. Ek-ek baat nai Geet beta, kuch khaas kia aapne?

 

*Nai. Khana banaya bas, garden-*

 

Aur Maan?

 

*Maan? Unhe nai dekha… wo kahi gaye hai. Shayad out of station. 2 din se ghar nai aaye.*

 

Unhone aapko bataya nai ke wo kaha gaye?

 

*Ab kuch batane ko nai raha.* Geet thought shaking her head.

 

She had told Dadimaa that Maan-again-had made particularly clear that she was nothing to him and so she had decided to stay away from him. Thankfully, Dadimaa never told her what to do n gave her the freedom to decide upon her actions. Dadimaa also never criticized Maan, never supported him either. It was too amazing that Geet had found a totally unbiased n non-judgmental friend in her; the reason why Geet was able to share almost anything n everything with Dadimaa.

 

*Mai aapko ek baat batana chahti hu Dadimaa.* Geet bit her lip. Maan obviously hadn’t told Dadimaa about her.

 

Haan boliye, kya baat hai?

 

Geet steeled herself. *Mera rape hua tha jab mai 16 ki thi, gao me. Mai nayi thi aur ek sham jab-* She couldn’t look up at Dadimaa’s face. Loathing in eyes that held so much of warmth n love would be too unbearable. She hung her head n drank back the tears. It was a promise she had done to herself that she wouldn’t ever cry on this subject. *Maine aapko nai bataya kyuki mujhe iss bare me baat karna accha nai lagta, agar mai uske bare me sochu bhi toh mujhe lagta hai ke jaise mai phir se ek baar wo hone de rai hu. Jaise mai apni zindagi me uss lamhe, uss aadmi ko jagah de rai hu. Mai sab bhul jaana chahti hu, jaise wo sab kabhi hua hi nai tha. Par, aisa ho nai sakta na. Sab hamesha bolte hai ke mai gandi ho chuki hu. Aapko bhi aisa lagta hai? Aap mujhse baat nai karengi ab?*

 

Geet’s voice didn’t break, didn’t waver. It was firm, strong; in fact she sat straight, too straight. Dadimaa was shaken up against the headboard, tears ran down her cheeks. She had never imagined she would have to confront something like this. And she was incredulous how fate could be so cruel to a Geet or any girl for that matter. Dadimaa looked out of the window, speaking through a choked throat. Maan ko yeh pata hai?

 

Geet nodded a ‘yes’ instantly then frowned. *unhone kabhi mujhse iss bare me baat nai ki. Par-* She looked up n found Dadimaa crying. She shouldn’t have said all this. Her past was ugly n Dadimaa was a heart patient, emotionally weak. Panicked she cupped Dadimaa’s cheeks, making her drink water. Hum theek hai. Dadimaa assured. Aap gandi nai hai Geet. Agar koi ganda hai toh wo insaan hai jisne apke saath aisa kia. She said with disgust in voice. Humne aapko beti mana hai aur hume apni beti par garv hai. Aap bahut bahadur hai.

 

*Toh… aap abhi bhi meri Dadimaa rehengi?* Geet signed enthusiastically, disbelief making her heart pound. Hamesha beta. Geet embraced Dadimaa thanking her Babaji for the precious gift.

 

 

 

 

 

Sitting at the table Geet thought what to write. She didn’t want to face Maan not because she was terrified of him but because he had put in so much effort in scaring her. The thing was he didn’t want her near him and no matter how excruciatingly painful that was for her, she respected his wish.

 

Talk with Dadimaa earlier that day had stirred doubts in her mind. She always assumed Maan must be aware her past, it was so big thing in her village. All knew about it surely the kaka at haveli where Maan was staying would have told him or the pandit who had chanted mantras at their wedding. Maan didn’t consult her about the marriage, he just took her to the mandir but he would have talked to somebody, planned it all and they surely would have informed-warned-him about her tainted body. Or not? Now when she thought about it Geet felt sick. Maan would have never married her if he knew. He wouldn’t have married her anyway. He had just saved her but- was she unknowingly taking his advantage. If he didn’t know-

 

Tears collected in her eyes. She had to tell him n if he pushed her even further was fine. If her tiny hope of him someday considering her his wife for real was going to shatter was fine too. But he needed to know. She couldn’t hide; it would eat her from inside.

 

Geet scribed whatever was there in heart on the paper n then after folding it neatly; she went to keep it in Maan’s room.

 

 

 

 

 

Maan grunted upon returning to KM after a good amount of days. Maybe he should have stayed at some hotel to avoid coming back. Although, for how long it would have lasted, he had to comeback one day.

 

KC was progressing becoming the big name he wanted it to be not just in India but internationally. Their first international project in Germany was about to start and would be complete in next few months n with its completion they would announce the erection of very first international branch of KC in Germany. A base in Europe n soon KC would rule the world. Maan Singh Khurana was going to show everyone that he was relentless. One day his name would be the biggest.

 

The success had nothing to do with peace. There wasn’t any deliverance. He attained, took over n snatched but the quiet was nowhere to be found. Why his heart always buzzed with unease, why he was trapped in his own skin, when this would finally end? Would he ever get rid of this agony? The answer was way too clear n he couldn’t change it, not with any amount of money or success or fame.

 

As he laid his head on the pillow, utterly tired, visions of Geet in the room beside him minding her own business danced before his eyes. What she must be doing? He hadn’t seen her in days. His heart cried for just a glance. Despite the protests of his exhausted body, Maan got up and went to Geet’s room.

 

She wasn’t there. He searched the whole outhouse but she wasn’t anywhere. Maan didn’t know why but whenever something like this happened his heart thudded so hard that he feared collapsing on the ground. She wasn’t a child n she definitely didn’t need him to look after her. He was the last thing she needed. Why he couldn’t accept the fact? Moreover what could happen to her in the mansion? What if- what if she had left? He hadn’t called home to check in so many days. Hell, she could be hurt n alone, somewhere, anywhere. He tried to shake off the horrible assumptions but they beat at him punching the air out of his lungs.

 

He ran to mansion n climbed the stairs like madman.

 

She was there inside Dadimaa’s room, sitting on bed, her back to him. Maan tried to calm himself. God, he wanted to see her face. He ached to shout n ask her to turn towards him. Clutching his chest he did nothing of that sort n just removed himself from the doorway, disappearing from the view.

He was so pathetic. Maan realized with a mocking smile, resting his head against the wall.

 

The tingle of her bangles brought him some solace n slowly his breathing got normal.

PRECAP- 

Maan provoked by the servant… oh he is so gone

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BEZUBA, PART 13

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I want to ask ..is geet permanently dumb ya its due to shock ... plz tell me ..

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Geet wasn't dumb since birth it’s due to shock. If its permanent or temp is not certain. It could be forever or she might be able to speak the very next moment. It depends on the flow of story n of course on me.

 

 

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~PART 13~

While Geet was roaming in the gardens she found two kittens bundled together in a bushy corner. One was pure black n other was white with vivid golden strips on its back n tail. They were both alone; their mumma nowhere to be seen. So she fed them with milk n later brought them inside the outhouse to play with for a little while.

And now she was in trouble. While the white one was with her, the black kitten had gone somewhere. She had been searching it for nearly an hour now. *Pata nai kaha chali gai.* Geet thought worriedly n then she saw something moving upstairs. *wo hai.* She picked the white one in her hands lest it got lost too and ran to catch the evil kitten.

 

Excuse me. Geet stopped mid way to look at the woman in business suit.Is Maan here?

 

Geet shook her head, her mind on the animal upstairs. She was about to sprint when Maan came.

 

Woman- You are late.

 

Maan- Like I knew you would come here instead of office.

 

They greeted and hugged each other. Geet’s mouth opened in a wide O. She didn’t like her husband hugging another woman. *Par bade shehro me aise hi hota hai Geet*

 

Woman- Who is she?

 

Maan looked at Geet who was covered in dirt n had something white in hand. Yeh kya hai tumhare haath me?

 

Geet smiled over-sweetly n signed *kya aap dekh nai sakte* with one hand. Maan raised his brows.

 

Woman- She can’t speak?

 

Maan- No, Dia.

 

Dia looked at Geet with sympathy. It’s so sad dear. Maan you didn’t tell me who she is?

 

She is a relative from Hoshiyaarpur. Geet, shocked and hurt at the lie, frowned.

 

Dia nodded- How are you liking it here?

 

Geet raised her hand but Maan spoke before that. She can’t understand English. That was the last straw, Geet hastily signed that she was leaving.

 

Dia- In villages they are still living in 16^th century. How can people get their daughters married at such young age? She had noticed Geet’s mangalsutra n sindoor. She is just a kid.

 

With the kitten n all dirt she actually looked like a kid. Maan shook his head. She is 20.

 

Are you kidding?

 

Geet wiped the tears n hurriedly climbed the stairs before hearing more. Being not acknowledged as wife by her husband then practically called illiterate n a kid by a stranger. There was a limit a person could bear.

 

 

 

 

 

It was unusual of Geet not springing here n there in the outhouse. By now there should have been sounds of things falling n breaking, utensils clattering as she worked in the kitchen or ate. She didn’t even come to ask him for food, there was no sound of TV either. The night was frighteningly empty. Maan went downstairs to check what Geet was doing. She wasn’t there. He called Nakul on the intercom and he came to the outhouse.

 

Maan- Geet ne khana khaya?

 

Nakul- Pata nai, Maan Sir.

 

Pata nai ka kya matlab hai? Mai tumhe kuch pata na rakhne ke lie pay karta hu?

 

Nakul- Par Sir, Geet madam apna khana khud banake khati hai hamesha.

 

Toh tum araam karne ke lie ho. Maan couldn’t believe it. What do mean ke hamesha khud khana banati hai. Koi servant kyu nai banata?

 

Nakul, tongue-tied n scared, lied- Sirr.. wo maine toh kaha tha ke koi servant kar dega but unhone khud hi mana kar dia.

 

Maan glared- Help toh kar sakte ho na tum log. Sabke sab kaamchor hai. Ab jao yahan se mera muh kya dekh rahe ho?

 

Nakul ran off n Maan came to Geet’s room. The door was locked. Maan knocked twice but to no avail. She had never done this? Was she sick? Or did she fell in bathroom n fainted? Unlimited possibilities made him sweat. Fear was like pins pricking the entirety of his body making it painful to just stand. Maan knocked harder. Geet…

 

She raised her head. After giving up on the hope of him coming to see her, she had slept off. Padding groggily across the room she decided to not open the door. He kept banging n she wished she could tell him to go away so he knew she was angry but now as the knocks got frantic it seemed he thought she was unwell or something. Geet closed her eyes resting her hands on the door then opened it to a livid Maan. What the hell, tum door kyu nai-He saw her face. Tum ro rai thi? *Nai, mai so rai thi?* She signed n turned around busying herself in arranging the bed.

 

Maan held her hand n for first time Geet didn’t like his ‘haq jamaoing’ on her. Tum iss time toh nahi soti? Pata hai mai kitna pareshan ho gaya tha? Tumne khana khaya? Geet shook her head. Kyu? Pehle kabhi toh aisa nai kia. Iss time tak toh tum kha leti ho. Geet jerked her hand back. *App kitna jaante hai mujhe?* She ran to bring the notepad n scribed over it.

 

*Meri bahar wale ke saame beizaati kar di. Do you know how humiliated I was? Yes, I know English. Maine 12th tak padhai ki hai n English medium me. Mere paapaji ne padhaya tha mujhe. Hemesha top kia maine par Taayi ji ne saari marksheets jala di.* She wiped her tears. *Par iska matlab yeh nai mai illiterate hu.*

 

Maan felt ashamed n the sight of her tears made him curse himself. He hadn’t thought that would hurt her so much. He didn’t even know about her knowing English. And here she had not eaten n locked herself in a room. Shit, he had never thought before saying or doing anything but with her he had to be careful, very careful. He couldn’t afford to upset her. Her tears did something to him. They made him feel pathetic. Each tear was so precious. He would never let her cry.

 

Against his decision, Maan cupped her face n wiped her tears. I am sorry. I didn’t know about that and just said it without thinking. I hadn’t meant to hurt you. I… I- Don’t cry please.

 

Already melted by the earnest words n touch, Geet almost smiled but controlled. She hadn’t expected him to take her so seriously. Many a times she had cried, broken n so much more agonized, and not one soul had paid any attention. *Mai ro nai rai.* He could hardly understand her signs being too much frayed and guilty. All cells in his body revolted in a demand to amend his mistake but he couldn’t. It killed him. The want to touch n hug her but being unable to do so. He felt like a retard, almost losing it, not knowing what to do… how to control the ragging heart beats, the guilt eating him. Air in the room turned solid; temperature sky rocketing. An invisible rope tightened around his head. He just- just couldn’t stop.

 

Taking her in his arms he took sharp breaths in. I am sorry. Mujhe maaf kar do. He couldn’t do this. He shouldn’t. He knew he was holding her so tight, she was being crushed. Mai nai jaanta tha. *Mai aapki patni hu yeh toh jaante the na?*

 

That brought him to senses. As if hit with cold water on face, Maan remembered why he had said that. It was more than a wakeup call. He crushed her harder. Wo tumhari bhalayi ke lie tha… aur meri. Mai nai chahta ke duniya ko pata chale meri shadi ho chuki hai. She couldn’t breathe. Confused, Geet tried to wriggle free of his hold. Maan…

 

Her voice made him cringe. He didn’t let go. Agar sabko pata chal gaya toh meri image ko farq padega specially jab yeh permanent nai hai. He gritted his teeth. The pain to see her from moments ago had now morphed into pain of seeing her n it was too potent, too overwhelming, blinding and weakening; somehow it gave him a sickening strength. Mind numbing fog surrounded him like bars yet this prison was nothing in comparison to the walls of sins that were omnipresent, choking him ruthlessly every single moment. He would survive. He had been doing so since ages. Mai tumhe hoshiyaarpur se yahan laya iska matlab yeh nai mai bhagwan hu. I am selfish. Mera business mere lie sab kuch hai. I have put my blood n sweat in it. Aur koi meri kamiyaabi ke beech nai aa sakta. He whispered in her ears. Samjhi tum.

 

Geet shivered. Maan left her, his eyes blank n ghastly like emotions meant nothing. She had never seen him like this. His sharp features were cruel. And, he was looking at her like she was dirt, a true disturbance. She couldn’t comprehend her own reflection in his eyes. The man whom she had thought to be warm inside that hard shell was not same anymore. Did she read him wrong?

 

She might be painting the picture colorful when there were just shades of gray. Was she delusional? How could he think about her in that way? Only moments he was so worried n regretful not knowing about her n soon as she mentioned of her being his wife n him acknowledging the same, he-

 

Maan took his exit making it clear that she was nothing. Shaken to the core she stood plastered on spot finally her legs buckled unable to carry her weight n she fell on the bed. She was never scared of Maan. He always brought strange relief to her. Oasis of care n tenderness in her tormented life he was, irrespective of the hard exterior. Today that relief too was taken away from her.

PRECAP- 

Geet doubtful of how much Maan knows…

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BEZUBA, PART 12

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~PART 12~

Geet raised her head n in the process her lips dragged along his chest n neck. Maan moaned sexily. Thousands of butterflies fluttered inside the pit of her stomach. But he was asleep. Geet sighed. *Ab kya karu babaji kaise nikalu yaha se?* She thought noticing how small she was against him. He had so completely wrapped her in him, like a mother would do to her child.

Her each curve n line fitted immaculately into his hard panes. Her eyes started to drop after a century of mulling over how to get out. It was futile when in truth she didn’t want to go either. His bed was softer and bigger than hers n his body warm, strong. His breaths touching her head was a lullaby. For the first time in years she felt secure while sleeping.

 

 

 

 

 

Her eyes opened a bit late than her regular time. But the miracle was Maan being still asleep. He was damn punctual. A clock could tell wrong time or stop but Maan Singh Khurana couldn’t be late. *Bacha lia, babaji.* She thanked her babaji then very softly pushed Maan’s body back. He was in deep sleep so left her without much difficulty.

 

Geet took bath n got ready then prepared breakfast. She brought his coffee. *Yeh toh abhi tak so rahe hai.* Geet banged the door, hard and Maan woke up with a startled jerk. *Hawa ne kia.* She signed making a sorry face. Maan had, by now, discovered that behind that innocent face was a naughty devil. He smiled unusually. Her mouth formed a perfect O. He smiled!! Like… really smiled, with lips curving n teeth showing.

 

Maan frowned- Kya hua?? Geet shook her head rapidly. Yeh kya hai?He asked picking the note from the table.

 

*Oh teri, mai iske bare me toh bhul hi gai.* Geet cursed her memory and tried to sneak out while he unfolded the paper. Ruko. Making a puppy face she stood on her spot. Sorry. Mujhe wo sab nai kehna chahiye tha. Mera irada aapka dil dukhane ka nai tha. Agar aapko chot pahuchi ho toh mujhe maaf kar dijiye. He read aloud from her note.

 

Tumne mujhe chot nai pahuchai. He told. Galti… meri thi, mujhe tumse aise baat nai karni chahiye thi. Geet was nodding. Toh tum agree kar rai ho ke meri galti thi? Not knowing that he was teasing her she gulped n shook her head. He smiled inwardly looking down n took a sip of his coffee. It was way too sweet for his liking, she always prepared it with too much sugar but he never corrected her. Tum raat ko kaha thi?

 

Stilling for a moment, she started to sign nervously. *Apne kamre me.*Liar. Maan commented in his mind. He knew she was in his room, in his bed. He could feel her in the tangles of sheets, in the warmth of duvet and in the mesmeric aroma mixed in air.

 

He liked it. Loved it. Maan always took cat naps, a small resonance woke him up but last night he had slept a deep human sleep. And consequently, had woken up without a buzz in head.

 

Geet checked his forehead because he was smiling again. *Aapko bukhaar hai kya?* She asked to which Maan rolled his eyes. He stood up n she sighed at the sight of his biceps. The vest hid his taut 6 packs. Poor girl. Her eyes followed him, as he walked to the bathroom, observing his powerful strides, his legs, muscles and that perfect ass. The door closed n Maan released a long breath. He could still feel her gaze burning him.

 

Outside the door, Geet chided herself. *Apne pati pe droll karna band kar aur chalke naashta laga.*

 

 

 

 

That evening Maan’s early arrival confused her as much as it surprised her. There was a middle age woman with him. Geet, yeh tumhari teacher hai aur tumhe ISL (Indian Sign Language) sikhayengi. Geet did a Namaste, her heart swelling inside her chest. He had been considerate enough to provide her with a teacher who could teach her sigh language. She had always wanted to learn it. If she couldn’t speak at least she could know the language people like her used.

 

*Dadimaa wo mere lie teacher laye taki mai sign language sikh saku.*Dadimaa smiled at Geet’s obvious elation. Yeh toh bahut acchi baat hai beta. *Unhone mere bare me itna socha.* Geet told dreamily. Dadimaa was Geet’s only friend n confidante. Geet rarely hid anything from her n so she was very well aware of Geet’s attitude towards Maan. Her ‘sighs’ n ‘hayeeees’, she behaved like he was a film star n not her husband.*Yeh kal raat ke baad hua, maine aapko bataya tha na..* As Geet started to turn red again Dadimaa rolled her eyes. Beta kuch hua bhi nai aur aap itna sharma rahi hai. Jab hoga tab…

 

Geet’s eyes widened n she hid her face in hands. Dadimaa laughed. Accha apne Maan ko thank you kaha? Geet hit her head, in excitement she totally forgot to thank him. *Nai Dadimaa abhi nai kaha.* Geet signed. Toh aap wait kis baat ka kar rai hai. Jake unhe thanks boliye. Geet grinned n nodded. Aur suniye, aapki class kal se hai na? Geet nodded. Toh aapki teacher ko boliyega ke wo humare kamre me teach kare, kyuki hum bhi sign language sikhna chahte hai.Geet’s grin got bigger. She kissed Dadimaa’s cheek then went to Maan’s study.

 

Kya hua? He knew she was there the second she stepped inside the study.

 

*Aapko hamesha kaise pata chal jata hai ke mai hu?* Geet wrote on pad n showed him.

 

Tumhari chudiya aur payal tumhara raaz khol deti hai. His comment made her blush idiotically. Kya kaam tha?

 

She sat on the empty chair before his desk. Maan on other side looked almost untouchable. *Mai aivayi aapse baat karne ya aapko dekhne nai aa sakti kya?* She thought making a face then wrote on pad. When he didn’t look up, she reached across the table n shook her hand before his face. The insistent khanak of her bangles caught his attention n he looked up to read her pad which said, *mujhe aapko thank you bolna tha, par ab nai bolungi.*Maan knotted his brows. Kyu? *Kyuki aap sunna hi nai chahte.* Maan closed the business file he was going through. Aur aisa tumse kisne kaha? *Aapki ankhone ne jo mere siwaye sab jagah hoti hai. Aap kabhi mujhpe dhayan hi nai dete.* How cutely she was cribbing to him and how ironic her complaint was. She was telling he didn’t pay heed to her when in reality it was just the opposite. She was never out of his mind, and that was becoming a serious problem.

 

Aisa kuch nai hai. Mai bas office ke kaam me busy rehta hu. Aur mujhe tumhare thank you se bhi koi problem nai hai.

 

*Koi problem nai hai?*

 

Haan, nai hai.

 

*Pakka?*

 

Haan. Maan said mildly irritated.

 

*Toh apni ankhen band kariye.*

 

Wo kyu?

 

*Arre mujhe aapko thanks bolna hai. Chaliye ankhen band kariye.*

 

Maan sighed irritably n closed his eyes. After waiting for like ages he was about to open them when softness brushed his cheek. The mere touch of her lips made his heart beat go boom-boom. There was no other contact just her lips on his cheek. He felt them move against his skin as she mouthed a ‘thank you’ n then smiled. He felt it all in every nook n corner of both his body n soul.

 

Geet kissed him quickly n then ran from there leaving behind the eco of sweet chan-chan. Maan sat numb on his chair n touched his cheek. The more he tried to stay apart n hide, the more she penetrated his skin. He had thought his walls were solid enough to keep her out but no. They shattered every time; with lightest of her oblivious attempts n he had to build them again. And only Maan knew how much he lost n pained every time rebuilding his guards up.

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Maan’s attitude taking U-turn again.

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Part 25

Maan woke up to a mountain of excruciating pain. His whole body hurt and all his bones were sore. Muscles refused to move but somehow he titled his head. The movement sent a wave of fresh pain into his head. He just wanted to see her. But the room around was empty. He was slipping back into the black void. Holding onto to the thin thread of consciousness, Maan moved his lips in a silent plea. Geet. The word was running in his mind but he couldn’t utter it, no sound came out.

He felt so helpless. A tear ran down his temple falling on the soft pillow.

Someone entered the room n for a blissful moment he thought it was person he was dying for. Although this voice didn’t hold the same magic, the touch made him flinch. She wasn’t Geet. The ache that consumed him could surpass any amount physical pain. How would he cope up? Suddenly he wanted to go back to sleep.

Thank god you are awake. It’s been two days. Deepika’s voice was low but it pierced his ears.

Maan had never been this repelled by Deepika but right now he didn’t want anyone near him. He wanted to be alone. She was caressing his face n he wished he could move his jaws enough to bite her.

Deepika, I don’t think he wants you over him at the moment. Why don’t you go back home.

Maan was relieved to hear Nikita’s voice. She knew, she would understand. Nikita would bring Geet to him.

I think he needs me.

I think he needs doctor. Go and call the doctor. Surely you care for him that much. Nikita’s voice was oversweet.

Deepika glared at the other girl n walked out.

You almost look fine to me. I don’t know what all the fuss was about. Despite her casual tone Maan knew his sister was quite distraught, her voice broke just a little but 

enough for him to detect her worry.

As Nikita sat at the edge of Maan’s bed, she forwarded her hand to touch him. He cringed and she took her hand back. Does it hurt very much?

He shook his head slowly n Nikita rolled her eyes. She wiped his tears with a tenderness that only sisters were capable of.

Geet. Maan croaked. At the Geet’s name, Nikita momentarily stilled, apparently unsure of what to answer. Geet wasn’t there at the hospital. He realized as Nikita tried to hold back the tears.

She came, you know. Maa told me she came the day you were admitted. 

Although, Dadimaa n Geet had some argument and she left after that. Maa wasn’t with Dadimaa that time n I reached yesterday only. I would have brought Geet but- Maan signaled with his eyes for her to continue when she was hesitated. I don’t know where she is. She is not at my place. All her things are 

there. I called at your house too but she is not there.

Maan willed his body to move. Finally his legs complied. He just wanted to see her. If she wasn’t there then he would go to wherever she was.

No, don’t. You can’t leave this room, Maan. Nikita admonished lightly. Do you see these needles and machines? You won’t be able to stand without them for a second. Listen, I am looking for her. You get back into working condition, first, then do whatever you want with your Geet, okay? Nikita smiled and winked. 

Lowering her eyes she made random patterns on the sheet. For how long this would continue? This time when you get her I want you to make sure that she is not able to go ever again.

Maan blinked vowing just that n closed his eyes as the doctor entered with Deepika.

Geet was awake but she didn’t feel like opening her damn eyes. What she had to wake up to? 

Even if she opened her eyes there would be only darkness to confront. Her chest hurt so badly. Although, she was happy for him. His so-called accident was all over the news; Maan had attained consciousness a couple of days ago. Why wouldn’t he? She wasn’t with him anymore. The point was proved. She was unlucky. Geet curled into a ball, sinking further into the sheets.

If she was so happy why her heart cried? Why she felt so down? Geet knew the answer n with so much time just lying on bed she had no escape from her own thoughts. They were hitting at her head constantly. No matter how hard she tried to deny but Geet knew she was falling for him or had already fallen. How could she let herself slip? Maybe, because she was so sure of herself thinking she couldn’t feel anything where as Maan just danced into her rotten life n turned it upside down.

She had been sick since the night of his accident. Fortunately or not so, Shaan had been nice to her. Several times she had vomited n had ruined two of his bed sheet. The first night had been a complete disaster. Geet was so drunk that she had knocked over an antique statue, vomited on his sheets n ripped one of his shirt in her attempts of walking upright. Still he hadn’t showed her the door. Geet didn’t care if he did. No more did she knew or was bothered about anything. If he thought she was useless weight on bed in one of his rooms or she was disgusting with her sickness, he was more than welcome to throw her out. She would go anywhere. Live on road and wait till something bad happened. For her health to get bad, hunger do the auspicious job of ending her life.

Death was such a luxury; she craved for it to embrace her. No heartache. No running. No regrets. Just peaceful end. 

Hopefully, she had done enough crimes to not confront her family before going to hell.

Yes, death was so nice.

Geet, I have brought you juice. Shaan’s voice startled her. She turned her head away from him. Don’t know why he wasn’t taking the hint. From the corner of her eyes she saw him running a hand through his hairs. The action brought the vision of Maan. Tears filled her hazels n she swallowed.

You can’t have medicines with an empty stomach. He touched her forehead to check temperature. Geet backed away, coming back to half of her senses. 

Just… don’t touch me. I will drink.

Remorse marred Shaan’s spectacular features. The first night here, at his house, he had tried to kiss her and she had acted like he stung. Somehow Geet was sure he knew about her being a prostitute but what she didn’t understand was how he could still bear her when she had refused to be intimate. The one disgusted should be him. Despite everything, one thing was sure. She could no more go back to her profession. She didn’t have the raw material for supply anymore. No more could she trade her body. Maan had touched it n from then on it was his. The little time she had spent with him was almost serene. How could she taint those moments n give something that he had once to someone else.

She once had a customer who was in his early twenties and had recently lost his wife. He had come to her in search of redemption and had cried on the bed after having sex because he thought he had betrayed his dead wife. After that one night she never saw him again. That time Geet hadn’t understood. What was the point of crying after committing the deed? 

However, people are fools. Pain, fear and desires make them lose their heads n they did things which left just the bitter taste of repentance. You died every moment yet you live, no matter how shallow your survival was.

Geet had no regrets until she betrayed Maan, endangered his life. The man who showed tenderness, treated her kindly, made her feel loved in more than one manner. She nearly had him on his death bed. No, she didn’t want to carry on this shallow survival anymore.

Finally she was ready to give up the fight against god.

You win, I loose. Cheers.

Listen. Don’t be scared. I am sorry, Geet. It was just the heat of moment. I- I didn’t mean to… I would never force myself on you or anyone else. Geet felt bad for him. Her heartache was contagious. She almost laughed. Like a packet of drug to naïve, she attracted men only to hand them their destruction. Shaan liked her. It was in his eyes and she knew he would never hurt her. He wasn’t just that kind of a guy. I just wanted to comfort you. I thought- I care for you, okay.

He looked boyish in his boxers n T-shirt, Geet noticed. The worried lines on his forehead made him seem far more grown up. Perhaps, he was lonely too.

Geet collected her voice which came out so weak. It’s okay, Shaan. I should be the one saying sorry. Considering you are doing so much for me and expect certain… favors in return. But-

No. It’s not like that. See, I know who you are. I was almost sure about it the first time I met you at the party but that doesn’t affect our friendship. I won’t deny that I am more than attracted towards you. Yet, I didn’t bring you here for sex. I tried to kiss you because you were so inconsolable. I wanted to make you feel better also there was this urge to know how it would feel to finally kiss you. And you puked. That was a first for me. Shaan smiled and Geet had to praise his efforts at lightening the atmosphere.

I am sorry it couldn’t work out between us. Perhaps if I was not a pros or something, then-

If you liked me enough. Shaan corrected. What you did for a living has nothing to do what we could have.

How she found two men who weren’t bothered by her not-so-reputable line of work was beyond her. You are a nice man.

I know. Will you drink this now?

I need to use the washroom.

Shaan nodded. When Geet came out of the bathroom, Shaan was still there n he had opened all curtains. The bright sunlight stung her eyes. Why did you draw the curtains opens? Geet moved to pull them back.

Because I don’t think you were a vampire. You would live.

Her eyes caught sight of the sedan on Shaan’s porch. Geet could indentify it anywhere. Her heart beat fast as she saw him getting out. He pushed pass the security guard.

Geet turned around to look at Shaan. Inwardly, she apologized to him.

Maan climbed the stairs wishing she was fine. There must be something wrong. Geet, otherwise, wouldn’t have left Niki’s place n come here. At Shaan’s house, when he needed her the most.

He pushed open the doors to empty rooms. The last room at the end of the corridor, his hand shook. Why was he scared? She wouldn’t betray him. His Geet was only his.

As the door parted, his worst fear came to life. Shaan’s both arms were around her waist holding her up along his body. Their lips were moving together, wildly. She was caressing his nape. Instantly the scene was etched in his memory. There would be no forgetting. His vision blurred. What Maan did next was not even known to him. He just was aware of the burn under his skin, like he was on fire and he had to get her away from here. He pulled her back, parting her body from Shaan’s.

They both were startled by his interruption. Apparently, they hadn’t sensed his arrival. 

Ignoring her fierce protest Maan dragged Geet with him. Shaan, strangely, didn’t move from his place like he had turned into ice. Good for him, because Maan had no idea what he would have done. He was seeing red.

Geet’s each scream n push broke him in thousand pieces. She didn’t want to go with him and stay here. That wasn’t going to happen though; she had to go with him. She would always be with him n only him. If that required force, he was going to use it without any hesitation.

Let me go. I don’t wanna stay with you. Geet screamed for the thousandth time as 

Maan closed the door from other side locking her inside the room. She slid down the cold wood, banging it with her fists. Bile rose in her throat n she ran to vomit in the bathroom. 

Coming back she tried to open the windows but they were all locked. If it was Maan’s home she would have escaped easily but he had brought her to his farm house seemingly.

Smart man. Although not smart enough to let his bad omen go.

She tried to shun Maan’s eyes-when he caught her-from her memory but they just stared at her turning her blood cool. And she couldn’t ignore what she did to Shaan too, used him like toilet paper to clean her shit. He was humiliated, she knew and that’s why he didn’t stop Maan. He wasn’t so dumb to not know that she kissed him only for Maan to see.

Her chest tightened and Geet wished it was a stroke but surely god wouldn’t be so merciful as to end everyone’s misery.

 

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Sorry guys for the pathetic speed of update. I was just wasn't in flow with this story or something came in way everytime. I promise I would be more frequent from now. Also BF from now on would be updated on BLOG only as I had informed earlier.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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