Chapter 14
Untouched Yaadain:
Part 14:
Around 12:00 am Maan is welcomed at home by the silence. The house is all alone, no Geet or Nayantara to be found. And to his surprise even Nakul wasn't there too. "Saare kahan chale gaye hain?" Maan roams around the house to find at least one person. But no one was present. All of the sudden not to see everyone, or Geet in this matter, pricked his heart. It's funny how he had decided to stay away from her but instantly he is craving for her. Without seeing her his life is incomplete. She's more like his oxygen rather than his 2 months wife. "Geet?!" He checked her room but she wasn't there either. He turned the whole house upside down, trying to find Geet. But she wasn't there. Now was the time for him to get worried. "Where can they all be?" His mind was overwhelmed with thoughts. Thoughts that he wished that don't come to live, ever. He was thinking of the worst scenarios that could have happened to Geet or Nayantara. A kidnapper might have sneaked into their house, took Geet and Nayantara with him. Or a random murderer did something to them. The tension increased every second. What should he do? Call the police? But what will he tell them? My wife and sister got kidnapped? Or murdered? No no Maan. Shut up. Don't think negative. Maybe they went shopping. You know how women are when it comes to shopping. Think positively! But at 12: 00 am? Maan's phone rang interrupting his thoughts. It was from an unknown number. He instantly picked it up, not wasting a single moment.
"Hello?"
"Maan! Maan! Kahan ho aap Maan??"
"Geet?!"
"Maan jaldi aayiye! Please! Di..."
"Geet kahan ho? Are you okay?"
As he asked questions, he ran to his car, pulled the car out of his driveway and started driving randomly, not knowing here or how to drive. like he's driving for the first time. His speed was above 100 mph. "Maan.. Main... Main.. I am at this XYZ place. Jaldi aayiye please. Di...!!" And that was it. The phone hung up from Geet's side. Maan was very impatient. There was some trouble in that place. He could sense it. His Geet is in trouble. And his Di too. Kya huwa ho ga?? His brain was exploding with million of questions and worst scenarios. What will he do if something happened to either of them? Shutup Maan! Don't think of such a stupid thing. Nothing will happen to them two. Not when I am here. After what seemed centuries, Maan got to the place as instructed by Geet. He ran inside.
"Geet! Di!!" It was pitch black. Maan didn't know where he was going or what he was getting hit by. He needed to find his life and sister. It's funny how he makes a decision that he will stay away from her, but then the next instant he's proven wrong. The truth is he can't stay away from her. "Geet! Di! Please bahar aao! Koi hai?!" And then that was it! What happened next took his breath away. The lights automatically turned on. In front of him stood his life, Geet and besides her stood Nayantara. But they weren't alone. A huge crowd followed them behind. Nobody was harmed which he thanked God. But something was misplaced. His wife, who 10 minutes ago was screaming over the phone for help, is now dressed in red saree, with jewelery and make up (looking like an angel just for Maan). And his Di, whom he heard Geet calling her name in concerned as if something had happened to her, is now dressed in blue saree and unharmed. And the next words totally woken him up from his thoughts.
"Surprise!!!" The huge crowd followed along with thunder of claps. He stood in awe, unable to move even an inch,as if someone have frozen him. Geet didn't like this. Nayantara forced her to say those things over the phone because she knew Maan would come if he heard his wife and Di in trouble otherwise he would make 1000 different excuses from coming to the venue. "Kya huwa Maan?" Nayantara observed as if unaware of his awe. Nayantara walked up to him and gave him a sisterly hug. Maan didn't respond back. He looked over at Geet who stood gazing down, not able to meet his gaze. She knew he'll be shooting gazes at her after what she just did. How could I forget my own birthday! Maan yelled to himself in his brain. Since Geet have entered his life, he has started to forget things. "Surprise na Maan? Hum ne kaha tha na ke is dafa hum aap ko aisa surprise dain gain jo aapne kabhi expect hi na kiya ho. So how did u like it?" A complete silence in the room, everyone waiting for his answer. Geet knew what his answer is gonna be. A rage of fire will be thrown at her way. Everything will be blamed on her just because of what she dared to say over the phone. She closed her eyes, getting ready to take humiliation. But instead the melody of his laughter brightened the hall. This was the symbol from him saying everything is fine guys, go ahead and enjoy yourself.Everyone cheered thinking they are safe now. They can finally enjoy. Especially Geet. She finally released a sigh of relief. She didn't realize how long she's been holding on to her breath. She looked at him with a smile. She mouthed Happy Birthday but it seemed he didn't even glance at her. But she was still delighted to see him like this. She's never seen him laugh out loud. And for the first time he laughed. He looked more than The Maan Singh Khurana. He looked just Maan which she liked very much. The transition between the two different Maans made her feel something different. She discovered something new in him. Through out the party Geet kept on peeking at him once in a while. He knew she was staring at him but he tended to ignore it. He did his duties, went up to the guests and welcomed them just as he was expected to. Geet half payed attention to the guests and half dozed off into some other world. "Pagli, kya huwa tujhay? Woh tere ooper bhadke nahin hain, is ka matlab yeh nahi hai sparks started to fly. Araam se re aur normal acting ker!" She chided for her stupidity. But that was still not working. She kept on vacantly staring at him. When it was time to cut the cake, everyone gathered around the chocolate cake. Maan's favorite type of cake. And coincidentally it's Geet's favorite cake too. He cut the cake when the hoots and the clappings broke the silence in the hall once again. Maan was giving one bite to Nayantara when he was stopped. "Aray yeh kya? Pehla hak to Geet ka banta hai na." Geet who was standing right next to Nayantara, rose her gazes at him for the first time in this party. Without hesitating Maan gave her the first bite. They shared a moment in which they both stared at each other. They were so lost in each other that they didn't realize their guests are gaping at them with a smile on their faces. Slowly everything faded away around them two leaving them to just doodle on each other. Geet could only see him and Maan could see only Geet. "Happy Birthday Maan." Geet shyly wished him. Maan who was holding the cake in his hand, passed a smirk to her. Which lightened her heart. She quietly drew her hand up to his cheek, carefully caressing it with her finger though shyly. Maan in response cups her face with his hand. They both pass smiles at each other. "Thank you Geet. Thank you for coming in to my life. Tum nahin hoti to pata nahin mera kya hota." Maan whispers to her in her ear. A snap of Nayantara's finger brought them both back to reality. Geet was pretty disappointed by realizing that she was just fantasizing the whole scene. Nothing of that sort had occurred, it was her silly mind that had lost it. They both were still awkwardly standing in a position in which Maan was still holding the cake slice in his hand while staring at her, and Geet smiling like an idiot.The whole room smirked seeing them like this. "Ah-ahem!" Nayantara interrupted. "Control Maan control. Saare daikh rahe hain." They all broke in to laughter. They both broke off. Geet's cheeks turned bright red, she looked down as if the floor was more enchanting than the man who stood in front of her. The party carried out pretty well. Maan,who was known as an arrogant khurana, behaved pretty well. No he didn't dance nor sing like others but he was surely a new Maan for everyone. By the end of the party everyone left except of Maan, Geet and Nayantara. "Well that was fun." Declared Nayantara after releasing a long yawn. "Chalain ghar Di?" Pleaded Geet. She wanted to get away from his stares which had no real meanings in Geet's dictionary, or at least she can't figure them out. "Haan chaliye. Hum to bhot thak gaye hain." They all walk out. "Geet aap Maan ke saath aa jaiye, hum gadi main chale jain gain. Ab Maan ke saath to koi to hona hai na. I will see you guys at home." Saying this she left without giving a chance for them to answer. She was blushing though it wasn't the first time they were alone but for Geet it was different. Theek hai na Geet, Perfect time. Abhi wish ker de. "Maan.." A sudden force pushed her into the wall. Geet was still covering from what just happened when he held on to her arm firmly, tightly. She tried to extricate her hand from his metal like hands. "Kya Maan? Kya kehna chah rahi ho. How sorry you are? Ya phir how happy you are to see me in this condition?? Bolo na! " Silence. "Geet how dare you?! Tumne mujhse jhoot bola! You know how worried I was. I thought I almost lost you!" These words escaped his mouth before he could stop them. Something twitched in Geet's heart, other than the pain. He held on to her more tightly, afraid if he let go then there might be a possibility of losing her. He let her go in a sudden force, pushing her away from him. Regretting for what he just said. Geet massaged her hand and smiling just a little to herself. Seeing him care for her the best feelings for her. Maan control yourself pagal! He chided himself. "Mera matlab, Di ko kuch ho jata to! Aur main tumhay zindagi bhar maaf na kerta! Samjhi! Meri Di ko kuch nahin hona chahiye." He turned right away to hide his expressions. He knew these words will hurt her. "Main to bas aap ko wish kerne lagi thi." A tear escaped her eye. Before sitting in the car, she said coldly and emotionless, "Happy Birthday. May you have the best day." And that was it. She hid herself in the car. While Maan stood outside motionless. Why do I always end up hurting her!? Apni feelings ko chupaate chupaate main us ki feelings ki kadar nahin kerta. She's always thinking the best for me aur main? I am always thinking about me! He wished he could change what he just said but instead he went to sit in the car. Glancing once at her before driving off. She looked straightly forward without saying anything, sitting like a statue. Once again he had broken her heart. He was misunderstood. He felt so remorseful. Her quietness pierced his heart. But if he said anything to her now, it would be useless as she probably doesn't want to talk to him. Kuch aur hi kerna padhe ga. And this time it must go right in which Geet's heart does not break. Maan drove home, while thousands of ideas rushed to his mind. Planning something for her, special. He can't take this anymore. He must confess to her. But before he must tell her his past. If she can accept him then and only then he will confess. His one foot lays in the past whereas the other one lives in the present. He just didn't learn to move the other one forward so his both feet will be equal, even, together. She will have to choose between her future and him. If she stays with him, the chances are that her future will be ruin. Everyone's future has been ruined who had been in his life. But Geet is his life. He needs to try and hopefully he won't fail. Well at least he wouldn't have to break her heart afterwards, while trying to keep his feelings to himself. It'll be all in the open, soon.
Geet went straight to her room without saying any word to him. He knew she was mad at her. And she had the right to. He did nothing but give pain to her. Geet came into her room, changed into her sleeping dress while chided at Maan. "Yeh saare mard aik jaise hote hain! Kisi ko meri feelings ko qadar hi nahi hai! Jab daikho daant-ta rehta hai. Ab is main meri kya ghalti hai! Di ne mujhe force kiya tha. Ab main kya kerti!" Geet went on and on chiding Maan unaware of the fact that he himself is listening to her conversation along with the empty room. Maan stood outside her room door, listening to her. "Ab to bhot mushkil ho ga ise manana. Kya keroon? Nice going Maan." Maan chided to himself. He went back to his room. After since Geet had shifted herself from his room to the guest room, he miss seeing her in his room. The time when she slept on the chair when writing something in her diary. Though most of the memories weren't mesmerizing but at least he had some. "Thode din aur Geet. Then you will come back in this room." He made some important phone calls and went ahead with his plans. All of the sudden his eyes fell on a gift laying motionless on the bed. Without hesitating he quickly grabbed the gift and started to tear it open, throwing the gift wrappings all over the bed. In it he sees a red shirt. He fell in love with it instantly because he knew who had sent it. It was Geet, it must be Geet. He opens the shirt to have a better look. A note falls out of the shirt. It reads:
Maan,
Happy Birthday. May you have the best. Shaid aap mujh pe naraz honge kyun ke woh jo maine phone call ki thi. I am sorry. Mujhe pata hai aap Di ke baare main bhot fikar mand hote ho but Di ne mujhe force kiya tha. I really don't want to do it. Yeh note aap ko tab mile ga jab main woh phone call ker chuki hoon gi. Sorry again. I hope aap ko yeh red shirt pasand aayi ho gi. Maine khud choose ki hai. Hope you like it. :)
-Geet
Maan hugs the note. "Like it? I loved it Geet. Maan now you better make a better plan for her!" Saying this he goes on with his planning.
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"Good Morning" Maan said in the morning at the breakfast table to Nayantara and to Geet. It was mostly for Geet, to test how much angry is she still at him? "Good Morning Maan." Replied Nayantara, while sipping from her coffee mug. However, Geet didn't reply. She ignored it and went on with her breakfast preparations. "Samajhte kya hain apne aap ko. Main itne aasani se inka Good Morning ka jawab doon gi." Geet murmured under her breath. She walks off without giving any care in the world. Maan knew she's mad at her and he deserved it too. But still he tried. Today is the day when he will confess everything to her. He will be all open today like an open book. "Geet." She stops but doesn't turn around as to show attitude. "Aaj 1 pm we have to go to the airport. Paris jaana hai na for the business proposition. Be ready, pack your stuff. Main tumhai 1 baje pick ker loon ga." This news excited her. Her happiness was beyond explanation. If she haven't been mad at him she could swear that she would've hugged him. But she somehow controlled her excitement until she safely reached the kitchen. She quickly transformed into a dancer, showing off her bhangra skills. She was overwhelmed with excitement and craziness that she didn't notice Maan peaking from the window. He so enjoyed seeing his wife dance like this. He couldn't help but smile at her craziness. "Here I come Paris!" She squealed loud enough for Maan to hear. But then she realized that she's going to Paris for a business proposition and not to linger on Paris roads at nights. "Koi gal nahi Geet. At least tu ja rahi hai na. Baad ki baad main daikhi jaaye gi. Abhi main jaldi se packing ker laiti hoon." She abruptly left the kitchen right after Maan made his escape, and made his way back to the breakfast table. Geet dreamily went to her room to pack, giving Maan one glance and smiling shyly, making sure he doesn't find her smiling she left. "Ok Di, main chalta hoon. I will be back at 1." Maan leaves in a hope to see bubbly Geet when he returns. Geet is busy packing her bag. Throwing almost the whole room in there, like first-aid box, towels, hair brush, etc. Suddenly her phone rings, hoping its Maan she answers.
"Hello?"
"Geet.." She recognizes the voice, it's not Maan though. "Rohan?"
"Wow. Tumhay mera naam yaad hai. Mujhe to laga ke tum mera naam bhi bhool gayi ho gi. Shaadi ke baad to tum mujhe bhool hi gayi ho. No contact nothing."
"Aray. Main tumhay kaise bhool sakti hoon. Acha yeh sab chodo, tum ghar aa jao."
"Abhi?"
"Haan woh actually 1 baje hum Paris ja rahe hain. Aur abhi Maan bhi ghar pe nahin hain. Di bhi chali gayi hon gi. Mouka acha hai. Hum sakoon se baat ker sakte hain, you know about what."
"Hmm. Theek hai. Address do apna."
After giving him her address, she hangs up and finishes packing. She gives Nakul a day off, saying she will work for him. At 9:30 am, Rohan comes to her house.
"Geet." She looks at him and he looks at her. This was the man whom she could count on. He knows her whole biography. Seeing him standing before her just brought tears to her eyes.
"Rohan!" She squeals a little and hugs him. An intense atmosphere was created in the hall. Tears started to make their way out of their eyes. After a while, they both separate giving each other a time to settle down.
"Geet, bas kero. Don't cry. Tumne mujhe yahan pe rone ke liye bulaya hai?" He jokes hoping to cheer her up. In which he succeeds.
"Aao baitho na."
"So. Mrs. Geet Singh Khurana huh? Sorry main tumhari shaadi main nahin aa saka." She gives out a sarcastic laugh.
"Kya huwa Geet. Everything alright?"
"Kaise theek ho sakta hai. Tum to jaante ho kyun." He shakes his head and Geet fills his head with every single detail that had happened over the past few weeks.
"2 months marriage contract? Per Geet.."
"Theek hai na. i can't risk his life. Aur main kabhi Maan se pyaar nahin ker sakti."
"Kyun ke tum mujhse pyaar kerti ho na." Geet in response throws a pillow at him.
"Anyway, yeh sab chodo ab batao aage mujhe kya kerna ho ga. Tab kya ho ga jab Maan mujhse pyaar ker baithain gain?" Geet shivers even imagining the scene in her mind.
"Aisa nahin ho ga. Tu 2 months ke liye ruki isi liye thi kyun ke tune shart rakhi thi: No pyaar vyaar wali shart. To bas use that." Geet thinks for a little while.
"Geet tumhara decision bilkul theek hai. Trust me."
"To tum hi batao na, main kya keroon?"
"It's simple Geet. Bas Maan se door raho. Uske paas hi na jao. Bus."
Yeh bas to aisa keh raha hai jis tarha it's very simple! Kitna mushkil hai. Geet chides Rohan in her mind.
"Geet daikho tumhara future Maan ke saath nahi hai. Tum samajh rahi ho na main kya kehna chah raha hoon." Geet facial expressions drop.
"Haan jaanti hoon."
"Good." Rohan gave tips to her as to how she can stay away from Maan. Unaware of the fact that Maan himself will be proposing to her later, telling her everything about his past. Sharing his grief and pain in a hope to reduce some. Making promises that he will never let her go, or hurt her in anyway. The clock strike 1 pm. Not realizing the time, Rohan and Geet been chit chatting. Geet giving updates on her latest activities and Rohan giving updates to her. Out of no where Maan enters the living room. Seeing an anonymous person sitting with his wife brought a rage of jealousy in his eyes. Though he kept it in him. Yeh koun ho sakta hai jis ke saath Geet khil ke has rahi hai? Maan thought to himself. It seems like nor Geet or Rohan has realized that Maan has made an entrance and is longing for a welcoming hello or hi. "Ah-hem." Maan cleared his throat, loud enough for them two to break off their side conversation.
"Maan aap aa gaye." It felt more like a question than a statement. "Haan Geet mere khayal se main aa gaya hoon ghar." Maan said sarcastically. Everyone stood awkwardly, staring off the space. Maan had a feeling that maybe he has disturbed them. "Emm.. Geet introduce nahin kerwao gi inse?" Maan awkwardly asked her since she didn't budge to the formality introduction herself. "Oh. Maan yeh hai Rohan aur Rohan yeh Maan." They both exchanged a handshake. "Nice to meet you Mr. Maan. Sorry if I've disturbed you. Woh kya hai na Geet se mile huwe kafi arsa ho gaya hai. Shaadi ke baad to isne apna chehra hi nahin dikhaya. So bas yahan chala aaya." Rohan said and in response Maan just nods, not in a mood to have a conversation. The thing irking him was how is he related to Geet. And why Geet never mentioned his name to him nor Nayantara. Putting aside his suspicious questions for now, Maan asks, "Geet humain ab chalna chahiye. Dair ho rahi hai."
Geet nods and Rohan saying adios leaves. Maan was so desperate into finding who this Rohan is? And what kind of relationship does he have with his wife?
"Geet tumne kabhi bataya nahin iske baare main."
"Woh.. Emm.. Yeh.. Mera matlab, Rohan mera dost hai Hoshiyarpur ka. Bas." Maan breathed of relief taking out all his doubts and suspicions. How could he even think that his Geet can...?? '"Acha in baaton ko chodain, chalna nahin hai? Adi sir, Sasha ma'am aur Pinky kahan hain?"
"Woh doosri gaadi main aa rahe hain. Humain ab nikalna chahiye."
Maan and Geet leave, taking their baggage with them.
The End!
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