BEZUBA, PART 22

~BEZUBA~

~PART 22~

 

Mujhe batao hua kya hai? He felt extremely restless, not feeling good about her giving him the cold shoulder. He couldn't take it. Mai help kar sakta hu.He said attempting to hide the desperation. Tum college kyu nai jaa rai?

Her eyes flicked to his and chin quivered. He knew!! A tear dropped down and she knocked it away from the back of her hand. He took a step close and she moved back. It was all it took for him to pull her into him and she didn't resist. She cried. And strangely it felt completely right.

 

 

 

There was no sound but her silent cries echoed through his very core. But he didn't stop her. Her tears soaked his shirt as she clutched it in her fists tightly as if afraid to let go in fear that he might fade. In that moment he didn't feel hesitant to hold her to him. His arms cocooned her form, one hand on her back and other cupping the back of her head while she nestled her face under his chin into his neck. When he felt her calming a bit, Maan shifted gently to sit on the lounge chair making her settle over him without disturbing her much.

 

Centuries must have passed or it could only be a second but eventually she stopped shaking, breathing completely even her cheek rested on his chest and eyes were shut close. She had been fasting so it was natural to feel tired. Maan didn't want to ask anything, he understood that she needed rest more than the remainder of what was wrong. He wondered if she had fallen asleep, he wouldn't mind if she had. The peace he experienced with her proximity was unimaginable; his form was bathed in calm.

 

Geet. He whispered in her ear, voice husky. Slowly rubbing her cheek against him she indicated that she was listening. Are you sleepy?

 

She nodded slowly, eyes not opening, looking like clear, still water- unmoving, satisfied with where it was. Maan stood up, picking her in his arms and took her downstairs. He debated about taking her to his room but conscience and better judgment won warning him to not take chances. He laid her on the bed. She didn't leave his shirt when he tried to move back. I am just going to bring food for you. He informed unfastening her fingers.

 

She made a face when he tried to wake her up. After crying for like ages Geet was now too much in clutches of sleep, she didn't want to eat. Honestly, she was still in dreams where Maan was so close without the standard barriers that always came with his nearness. No, this dream world was so much better than the reality. Somehow he made her sit and brought a spoon full to her mouth. Holding her head in place he asked Geet to open her mouth. Making a grumpy face she did n the spoon was half way inside when she clamped her lips together. The soup fell over her chin and cleavage. Shit. He cursed. *Yeh kya hai?* Making a whinny face she signed groggily.

 

Maan a little impatiently- Soup.

 

*Mujhe tomato nai pasand.* Her face contorted in preparation of another crying fit.

 

I didn't know. He reasoned and brought towel to wipe her chin and then her cleavage. Her saree had slid down revealing nothing and everything. His eyes lingered there but he willed them back to her face. Do you want me to bring something else for you? She shook her head. Then I guess you would have to do with this. He brought another spoon full to her mouth n she had it. She was very much out of intense slumber by the time he was done with feeding her. She looked at him lovingly not able to believe he was the same hubby of hers who was too busy n didn't had a second to spare. All it took were a few tears. Okay more than few but if that fetched his care and attention then she could very easily cry two-three times a week.

 

Maan didn't want to look into her eyes. She was staring at him unblinkingly with a silly smile and that did something to him. Standing up idiotically he gulped twice not knowing what to do n then with a forced smile told her to sleep. He left and she made a face.

 

Lying back on the bed she was extremely twitchy n felt like crying again. But she'd had done enough tear shedding for the entire year and she no more was sleepy either. Instead her insides were all haywire. She wished he would have stayed not leaving her alone. Geet scolded herself for being so demanding. He came on time, broke her fast, fed her soup and took all her crying without asking for any explanation for which she couldn't thank him enough. She wouldn't have been able to tell him. *Toh kya hua agar unhone tujhe apne pair chune nai die? Unhe pasand nai hoga, yeh koi itni badi baat nai hai.* He was immensely understanding and caring, nothing like any man she had seen in her entire life, even her father wasn't that thoughtful towards her mother. There was always this wall between them like it existed between every other couple in the place from where she was. Men were higher and women-no matter how many sacrifices they made-were to look down always n not raise their heads. Geet now understood why he didn't want her to touch his feet because he didn't considered her below him, he considered her equal.

 

Iss ghar me Geet ki wahi izzat aur position honi chahiye jo meri hai.

 

As realization dawned upon her she cursed herself for being so dumb. She had made him uncomfortable, cried her eyes out and told she didn't like his tomato soup. *Pagal, jhalli, bewakuf... ek kaam theek se nai kar sakti. Tera kuch nai ho sakta.*

 

 

Maan was trying to sleep since an hour or so to no avail. Her vision was filled in his mind, her smile, her tears, smell... feel. And he still didn't know why she had cried so much.

 

The door to his room suddenly opened and he closed his eyes, cursing the stars as the sound of her anklet penetrated his ears.

 

Maan. She cooed softly then a little loudly making his heart race fast inside his chest. Faking a yawn he said irritably. What? She signed something but he couldn't understand it in the dark. Switching on the lights he gave her a glare that demanded explanation, from inside he paid gratitude to heavens for she had changed into a cute night dress from that saree.

 

*Mujhe neend nai aa rai (she bit her lip) bahut ajeeb sa lag raha hai, darr jaisa. Mai... mai aapke saath so sakti hu?* She requested nervously. His face softened, regaining the hard edge when she peered at him.

 

He didn't want her to know what effect she had on him and after being all softie he couldn't throw her out of his room, also she was disturbed. And damn, he wanted her as close as he could. After a moment's thought he shifted to the edge of the bed not even looking at her and pretending to sleep. Knowing that there wasn't a better invitation coming, Geet quickly climbed into the bed and under the covers before he changed his mind. The lights closed.

 

Minutes passed and eventually Geet patted his shoulder switching on her side lamp. Maan looked over his shoulder to see her notepad. Tum apna notepad layi ho? When she nodded he read it. *Aapko neend nai aa rai?* He sighed, he was fiddling so much she would obviously know he couldn't sleep but what else could he do? The room temperature was so hot and he wasn't comfortable in his own skin. Haan, kyuki tumne meri neend tod di. He said crossly and felt bad because her face fell. Not bothering to listen to his heart he closed his eyes back but she patted him again.

 

Ab kya hai?

 

*Aapko neend nai aa rai toh hum baat kar sakte hai?* She had written.

 

Geet yeh baat karne ka time hai?

 

*Baat karne ka koi time nai hota.*

 

He gave up; it was useless to argue with her. He turned to rest on his back. Kya baat karni hai?

 

Still lying down she wrote on her pad and showed him. *Sorry bolna hai, itna drama kia maine choti si baat ke lie, pata nai mujhe kya ho gaya tha?* She gave him a confused look as if he had the answer to that. Tumhe kya lagta hai mujhe sab pata hai? *Haan, intelligence toh aapke chehre se tapakti hai.*She smiled playfully. *Matlab aap dekhne me hi bahut smart lagte ho.*

 

Hum meri tareef karne ke lie jag rahe hai?

 

Her smile disappeared and she again scribed on her pad. *Aapko pata hai aapse baat karna kitna mushkil hai mere lie, jab mai jaanti hu ke aapko mujhse baat karne me koi interest nai. Mai bas sorry kehna chahti thi kyuki mujhse galti hui aur thanks bhi kyuki aap puja me aaye. Agar aapko mujhse itni problem hai toh mai chali jaogi.* She waited until he read and then began to get up but he pulled her back looking apologetic.

 

Jitni aasani se tum apni baat keh deti ho wo mai nai kar sakta. He whispered, voice dim like the light.

 

*Aap koshish toh kar sakte hai.*

 

Tum nai samjhogi par... yeh sab asaan nai hai mere lie. An expression that she didn't recognize passed over his face going away in a blink. He changed the topic. Hum sab kabhi-kabhi kafi pareshan ho jate hai aur I know yeh sab tumhare lie kitna naya hai, tum roi wo completely normal hai aisi situation me. Mujhe usse as such koi problem nai hai.Problem was such a small word for what he had with her tears. Although, he wouldn't tell her that and rather fake casualness.

 

Geet greatly disagreed. *Mai sirf roi nai, mai toh almost aapke upar so bhi gai.*

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