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For a moment, he did not know where he was and how he got there. He didn't even realize who he was. But all that mattered was that she is standing on the other side of the glass door. For an instant, he was not sure whether she was real or part of one of the recurring memories trying to drag him from death's door. As he watched her pleading with the nurse, his soul whispered that she is indeed real and his wounded heart healed for a while and, without even realizing it, he broke into a serene smile. But, then she started to walk away dejected and the anguish of losing her again cut deeply through his heart. She is so near and yet so far. He tried to lift his arm to stop her, to collect her in his arms, to hug her, comfort her and at the same time be comforted himself. How much agony she must be enduring in order to have not heeded his heart's mute call and the very thought wrenched his heart and sent his heartbeat to soar.
As he lay back defeated, he remembered that he was Maan searching for his Geet ever since that fateful engagement night, the night that was supposed to be the happiest night of his life, but which turned into a nightmare because he could not read the pain in her eyes properly. How could he have allowed his happiness to blind him to her state of mind that allowed her to leave him and disappear. He has never felt so alone, so heartbroken, not even in his dark past when he lead a lonely, reclusive life. It felt as if his very soul has been snatched away from his body. He knew his Geet. She would never leave him like that. He was so sure she would return to him and he went to office with the hope that she may be waiting for him there. As soon as he stepped out of the car, he could sense her presence. He remembered that when his lift got stuck, he could feel her presence just outside. And then he felt her heart's anguish calling out to him, asking for his presence during her greatest need whatever that need may be. He could feel her heart spiraling down into an abyss of pain and despair or was that the lift falling? After that, he does not remember much. He could only recollect a couple of times when he felt her presence, a presence that has pulled him back to the consciousness of life from the very door of death. And then her memories kept him company whenever he came close to wakefulness, a wakeful state where he was sometimes aware of who he was and sometimes not, but he always remembered her. He might have called out to her during such times and at least once he is positive that she heard his call.
Now as his heartbeat kept soaring, he realized that there were more people entering his room, doctors and nurses checking on him and worrying for his well being, yet he wanted only her and worried for her alone. They must have given him something because he can feel his heart beating slower than before and started to feel sedated. He tried to fight the soporific effect even as he felt her running towards his room. He could see her on the other side of the glass wall. He felt elated that she is going to come to him after all. But who is that blocking her way, who is it stopping her and telling her off by the looks of it? Surely that old lady is his Dadi, but who is it with her. Sudden recognition made him want to jump out of his bed and run to his Geet's rescue. He warned her not to hurt his Geet, and she ran away to hide from his wrath. Yet, now she is standing there outside, surely preventing his Geet from coming to him. He rejoiced watching the calm determination on Geet's face when she answered Naintara. He is sure it must have been a fitting reply to whatever it is that Naintara threw at her. But, then Dadi intervened and he can sense Geet's dilemma of how to respond now that Dadi is the one speaking. He is not sure exactly what is being said to Geet, but he is aware of the acute pain that it is causing her. He wanted his Geet to go far away from the malicious mischief that Naintara seems to be brewing in his absence, even if it meant leaving him and going far away from him for now. At least, she will be safe. Although they have to be physically apart, they will always be together, close enough in mind and heart to manage any weather.
His blood boiled as he watched Naintara pushing Geet away. Geet almost fell down, but was able to stop herself from falling. Tears were now flowing freely from her lovely eyes, the eyes that betrayed her true feelings to him even before she acknowledged them, the eyes that he loved reading so much, the eyes that he adored so much. Her each tear drop is like a dagger pierced through his heart. He wanted them to leave her alone. He wanted to shout and declare to the world that she is his Geet and he will not let anyone insult or harm her. But, all he could manage was 'Geet'. In that one word sounded thousand agonies and her pain became his pain. As soon as he uttered that word, she turned and their eyes met for a brief second through the glass wall that separated them. Yet that brief second was like a thousand eons. That brief eye lock conveyed a thousand promises. In that one look he tried to convey that he is with her always and her heart would remain safe with him. He read in her eyes that she trusted him and he gave her back a silent promise that he will always be with her in every smile that lights her face, in every thought that gives her hope, in every tear that waters her soul, in every moment that she can't face alone, in every step she makes and in every breath she takes. He promised her that he will not in any way fail her nor give her up nor leave her without support.She understood that he will never let her go out of his life again and her eyes reflected the profound joy that his silent promises imparted to her heart. With that one silent look, he gave her the strength to see things through and directed her to choose a path of new beginning and hope.
She wiped her tears and he knew she did it because she realized how much their sight hurt him. His heart heavy, he watched as she held her head high and walked away with grace that showcased the strength of mind that he himself instilled in her. Distance did not matter as long as they held each other in their hearts, and now all he has to do is focus on recovering his lost health and strength so that he can go in pursuit of the woman he loved as passionately as he knew she loved him, the woman who meant everything to him, the woman for whose sake he is willing to face any swords and bullets that the world might throw at him. No one that hurt his Geet is safe from his wrath. No circumstances can block his love now. No grief is too hard for him to bear. No task is too difficult for him to complete. Even if the entire world contrives to keep them apart, he will find a way to reach her for she is Maan's Geet and he is Maan Singh Khurana.
As he lay back defeated, he remembered that he was Maan searching for his Geet ever since that fateful engagement night, the night that was supposed to be the happiest night of his life, but which turned into a nightmare because he could not read the pain in her eyes properly. How could he have allowed his happiness to blind him to her state of mind that allowed her to leave him and disappear. He has never felt so alone, so heartbroken, not even in his dark past when he lead a lonely, reclusive life. It felt as if his very soul has been snatched away from his body. He knew his Geet. She would never leave him like that. He was so sure she would return to him and he went to office with the hope that she may be waiting for him there. As soon as he stepped out of the car, he could sense her presence. He remembered that when his lift got stuck, he could feel her presence just outside. And then he felt her heart's anguish calling out to him, asking for his presence during her greatest need whatever that need may be. He could feel her heart spiraling down into an abyss of pain and despair or was that the lift falling? After that, he does not remember much. He could only recollect a couple of times when he felt her presence, a presence that has pulled him back to the consciousness of life from the very door of death. And then her memories kept him company whenever he came close to wakefulness, a wakeful state where he was sometimes aware of who he was and sometimes not, but he always remembered her. He might have called out to her during such times and at least once he is positive that she heard his call.
Now as his heartbeat kept soaring, he realized that there were more people entering his room, doctors and nurses checking on him and worrying for his well being, yet he wanted only her and worried for her alone. They must have given him something because he can feel his heart beating slower than before and started to feel sedated. He tried to fight the soporific effect even as he felt her running towards his room. He could see her on the other side of the glass wall. He felt elated that she is going to come to him after all. But who is that blocking her way, who is it stopping her and telling her off by the looks of it? Surely that old lady is his Dadi, but who is it with her. Sudden recognition made him want to jump out of his bed and run to his Geet's rescue. He warned her not to hurt his Geet, and she ran away to hide from his wrath. Yet, now she is standing there outside, surely preventing his Geet from coming to him. He rejoiced watching the calm determination on Geet's face when she answered Naintara. He is sure it must have been a fitting reply to whatever it is that Naintara threw at her. But, then Dadi intervened and he can sense Geet's dilemma of how to respond now that Dadi is the one speaking. He is not sure exactly what is being said to Geet, but he is aware of the acute pain that it is causing her. He wanted his Geet to go far away from the malicious mischief that Naintara seems to be brewing in his absence, even if it meant leaving him and going far away from him for now. At least, she will be safe. Although they have to be physically apart, they will always be together, close enough in mind and heart to manage any weather.
His blood boiled as he watched Naintara pushing Geet away. Geet almost fell down, but was able to stop herself from falling. Tears were now flowing freely from her lovely eyes, the eyes that betrayed her true feelings to him even before she acknowledged them, the eyes that he loved reading so much, the eyes that he adored so much. Her each tear drop is like a dagger pierced through his heart. He wanted them to leave her alone. He wanted to shout and declare to the world that she is his Geet and he will not let anyone insult or harm her. But, all he could manage was 'Geet'. In that one word sounded thousand agonies and her pain became his pain. As soon as he uttered that word, she turned and their eyes met for a brief second through the glass wall that separated them. Yet that brief second was like a thousand eons. That brief eye lock conveyed a thousand promises. In that one look he tried to convey that he is with her always and her heart would remain safe with him. He read in her eyes that she trusted him and he gave her back a silent promise that he will always be with her in every smile that lights her face, in every thought that gives her hope, in every tear that waters her soul, in every moment that she can't face alone, in every step she makes and in every breath she takes. He promised her that he will not in any way fail her nor give her up nor leave her without support.She understood that he will never let her go out of his life again and her eyes reflected the profound joy that his silent promises imparted to her heart. With that one silent look, he gave her the strength to see things through and directed her to choose a path of new beginning and hope.
She wiped her tears and he knew she did it because she realized how much their sight hurt him. His heart heavy, he watched as she held her head high and walked away with grace that showcased the strength of mind that he himself instilled in her. Distance did not matter as long as they held each other in their hearts, and now all he has to do is focus on recovering his lost health and strength so that he can go in pursuit of the woman he loved as passionately as he knew she loved him, the woman who meant everything to him, the woman for whose sake he is willing to face any swords and bullets that the world might throw at him. No one that hurt his Geet is safe from his wrath. No circumstances can block his love now. No grief is too hard for him to bear. No task is too difficult for him to complete. Even if the entire world contrives to keep them apart, he will find a way to reach her for she is Maan's Geet and he is Maan Singh Khurana.
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