Geet looks on at the figure standing in front of her, waiting for an answer to her question. She watches him, pondering over the right words to use to convey his message. She crosses her arms as she waits and straightens her head when she sees Maan raise his eyebrows and have his face relax a bit, having his answer.
"Well? I'm waiting." Geet says impatiently.
"I'm Maan Singh Khurana." He answers looking at her straight in the eye.
"Who are you?" Geet repeats her question, not content with the question she got.
"I'm a business tycoon; owner of the Khurana Construction Company." He replies.
"Who. Are. You." Geet repeats her question in a clipped tone, getting irritated by his useless answers.
"I'm a twenty-four year old male, Sikh, born and raised in Delhi." Maan says.
Geet takes two steps forward towards Maan, never once taking her eyes off of him.
"Who do you think I am?" She asks. "Do I look like I was born yesterday? I asked you one simple question." She holds out her right index finger, as her left arm remains by her side. "Not your biography. And if you don't give me the answer that I am looking for, then I will have you arrested." Geet threatens him.
"On what charges?" Maan asks.
"Attempt to kidnap." Geet replies. "Remember, I am a well known detective. Like this," She snaps her fingers twice, "I can have you behind bars within seconds and no great lawyer can get you out of it. Do you get that?" She says pointing at him. She lowers her finger down. "Now, tell me. Who are you.. Aah.. Who are you to me?" Geet corrects herself.
A smile plays on Maan's lips. "You see. If you had phrased your question like that, then I would have given your required answer a long time ago." Maan says. "And the answer to your question is... I don't know." Geet knits her eyebrows in confusion. "I don't know who I am to you." Maan says calmly with his arms spread out. "Because only you can tell me, what I am to you. My view of our relationship could be different than yours. We all are entitled to our own thinking, now aren't we Ms. Handa."
"Don't call me that." Geet says with a pinched look upon hearing her surname.
"But, that is your name. If not by that, then what should I call you by Ms. Handa?" He asks her enjoying to see her squirm.
"Anything but that." She replies, irritated. "Fine. What am I to you then?" Geet asks Maan, not wanting to stray away from the subject.
"I can't tell you that." He answers with a smile.
"Why not?"
"Because I don't have to. I'm not involved in any case of yours. So, I don't have to answer to any of your questions, if I don't want to." Before Geet could interrupt him, Maan continues on. "And if you question me any further without my lawyer being present, I can have you suspended." Maan observes Geet's face dawn a look of surprise, confusion, shock and then disbelief. "On the basis, of you harassing me. Now we don't want such an able detective like you to lose their job over little old me, now would we?" He conveys smugly. "Now, let's go. I'm gonna be sick from all this rain."
Maan continues with his trek back to the jeep, while Geet stands rooted to her spot for a moment, wondering as to how her interrogation with him backfired onto her. She goes back to the tree stump, to collect her abandoned items, before scrambling after Maan.
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Once they reached the jeep, Maan took his seat on the driver's side and Geet on the passengers. Although the seats were coated in water, they didn't mind since their clothes were soaked throughout and it wouldn't have made any difference to them. They both sat there, without saying a single word to each other.
Geet looked at her left and saw the dense trees which in this rainy black night, seemed to merge into pitch blackness. Geet squinted her eyes and started peering into the darkness. She jumped back, when a creature of the night scurried past. Curiosity taking over her, she leans in and squints her eyes once again. Her eyes widened in shock, when she saw a pair of yellow eyeballs, with black pupils staring back at her. The fact that she couldn't place a body to these eyeballs frightened her more. Geet screamed and scurried back trying to get as far away from the eyeballs as possible. Her attempt to get away, landed her in the seat adjacent to hers and it just so happens that Maan was seating in that particular seat; hence making her sit in his lap. Geet frantically tries to find something to hold on to for support.
"Geet." Maan calls out to her, shocked at her antics. "Geet, what happend?" He calls out to her, but she refuses to listen.
In her attempt in finding support, Geet scratches Maan's bare chest before she bunches up his vest and clings onto it. She pulls it closer to her, allowing the fresh cool air and rain to enter and invade Maan's body. Geet, not once taking her eyes off from the yellow eyes, points towards it to Maan.
"T..T..Over there." She stammers. She pulls Maan's vest even closer to her, which makes his face touch hers.
Maan had no joined Geet in staring into the darkness, but he was still clueless as to what she was so worked up about.
"What? I don't see anything." He tells her.
"Over there." She answers him without averting her eyes. "Don't you see those big, scary yellow eyes."
Maan knits eyebrows and tries to look for anything resembling to what she just told him about but failed to do so. "No. I don't."
Geet holds his face and makes him look at her. "How can you not see it? It's right..." She gestures towards the trees to show Maan, but stops when she sees nothing. No color. No eyes. No black pupils. Nothing. Just pure darkness. Geet gently brings her hand down, unable to say anything.
"Geet.." Maan calls her tentatively.
"I just... I saw..." Geet murmurs, not sure as to what to say.
"I think you're getting sick. You haven't eaten since morning nah. So you're starting to hallucinate. We should get you home soon." Maan says, in an attempt to console her.
"Huh. Ha. I should go home." Hesitantly, Geet returns back to her seat.
She considers looking back into the jungle, but refuses to do so. Instead, she looks to her right where Maan is seated. She stares at him, trying to etch every single detail about him into her memory. She notices the way his eyes blink every so often as he's so engrossed in doing something on the phone. She sees the muscles in his jawline twitch once in a while as he types away on his cellphone. She sees the way his eyebrows knit together as he ponders over what to reply next to his text message on the gadget in front of him.
The smile that was on Geet's face when she was observing Maan, slowly fades away as it changes into confusion. She looks down at the gadget that Maan is playing with then at Maan. Then back at the gadget and then back at Maan. She leans forward and then towards Maan to get a better look. Her look of confusion gets replaced with shock as she realizes that her way of reaching home or if not home, then Pinky and her mother was with him all this time, and he didn't even bother telling her.
"Close your mouth Geet. A bug might go in." Maan advices her without even looking up from his cell phone.
"Bug?! You're the big bug in my life!" She accuses him, pointing straight at him.
"Oh really. And how is that?" He asks, without glancing at her.
"You had a phone this whole time, and you didn't even bother telling me?!" She asks him.
"Well, you didn't ask." He informs her matter-of-factly. "And besides, when I was telling you everything about me, you said that you didn't want my biography."
"This is not biography." She says pointing at the phone. "Look at me, when I'm talking to you." She lifts his hand with her hand. "This, is a helpline. This is our life! This is the only chance that I have to be freed from this jail! This is.."
"Torture!" Maan interrupts Geet. "If I knew, you were going to talk so much, I would have given it to you a long time ago."
"So, then give it to me now." Geet pulls at the cell phone.
"No. It's my mine." Maan strengthens his grip around it.
"But you said you will give it to me." She points out.
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I should." Maan replies back.
"Give it to me." Geet pulls at the phone again.
"It's mine."
"So then share it."
"I paid for it."
"I'm the one, who's gonna use it."
"I have it."
"And I need it." Geet struggles with the phone. "Now, give it to me!"
"Come and get it." Maan replaces the phone in his left hand and holds it high, away from Geet's reach.
"That's not fair! Give it to me!" Geet whines.
"Stop being such a baby. And if you really want it, then you're gonna have to come and get it." He teases her, waving the phone back and forth.
"Maan!"
"Geet!"
Geet gets on her knees on her side of the seat and reaches out for the phone, but to her dismay, Maan stretches his arm even farther away.
"Fine. If that's the way you want it." Geet says in a challenged tone.
As Maan looks at her amused, wondering what she'll do next, Geet switches from being seated on the passenger's side to the driver's side. Meaning once again, she was in Maan's lap. She puts her right arm around his neck and with her left arm, reaches out for the phone. At one point, she had almost reached it, but Maan stretched both his arms behind him and exchanged the phone in the hands they were in. Geet gave him a stern smile.
"That's cheating." She informs him.
"Then punish me." He answers with a smug.
Geet tilts her head to the right, with a challenged smile on her face. "As you wish."
She turns around in Maan's lap so that she is can see his face properly. She travels her hands along his muscular arms, feeling the the muscles that he had worked so hard on getting. Not once does she avert her eyes away from him. In the depths of those eyes, she sees so many things at once, that they overwhelm her. Happiness, satisfication, care, and even love. But amidst all this, are mingled guilt, regret, sorrow and pain, which all lead her to one feeling confusion.
Confusion. A nine-letter word that has so clearly summed up the past six years of her life. The past nine hours that passed are no less the same. These nine hours have brought out a side of her that even she hadn't seen before. Now that she thinks about it, she's surprised that the mere presence of Maan around her evoked her inner self.
Forgetting, all about their struggle for the phone, Maan drops his cell phone which neatly lands itself on his duffel bag with a soft thump. His fingers lace together with Geet's, never wanting to let them go. From looking into Geet's innocent brown eyes, he can see that she's trying to find out what exactly does he feel for her. She's trying to find the answer to the question that she is so desperately seeking for. A faint smile plays on Maan's lips when an ironic thought comes to mind.
"What are you smiling at?" Geet whispers, not wanting to break the magic that had captivated them.
"That... while you're trying to save yourself from looking into my eyes, I'm drowning in yours." He shares his thought with her. "That... while you're trying to retain your identity, I'm slowly losing mine." He whispers back to her.
Geet brings her lips close to his ears and softly whispers, "I'm sorry but... I can't let that happen. Because in order for Geet to survive... it's important for Maan to be there."
Upon hearing those words, Maan releases her hands and engulfs her in a hug. A hug that never wanted to open and let her go. A hug that wanted her to remain like this forever. A hug that wishes that they don't have to worry about the past, and they can start over again. But deep inside, Maan knew that if he did that, the feeling that he betrayed Geet not once, but twice will gnaw him till his last breath. Reluctantly, Maan lets go of Geet. He could feel the cool air slowly replacing the warmth of her arms. Before she can come before his vision, Maan closes his eyes, not wanting to see the look on her face. He feels his right hand being picked up in Geet's slender hands.
"Maan." Her soft voice floats to his ears like music. "Can't you tell me everything?"
"If I do, then it will tamper with your memory."
"What do you mean?"
"Geet, the moments that we spent together, have two different sides to it. One is my side and the other is yours. These two sides, have different thoughts, different memories, different point of view and different feelings attatched to them. The way I saw you, the thoughts I had regarding you, the feelings I had towards you were completely the opposite of what you had towards me." Maan opens eyes and sees Geet looking down at his hand. "We were like night and day. While you were the bright and shining sun that brought happiness to everyone's lives, I was the black and dark night that brought an end to that."
"I don't think that." She whispers.
"See!" Maan shouts out, scaring Geet. "That's exactly what I mean. What you think is completely different than me."
"But Maan..." Geet starts off.
"If I knew that the first time we met and the way you were clinging helplessly onto me was just an act, I would never have met to you. If I knew that you were going to change me from a rude, arrogant and egoistic man, to a kind, empathetic and loving person, then I would never have met you. If I knew that you were going to fall in love with me and would want to spend the rest of your life with me, and in return, I would play with your feelings and use you like a toy, then I would never have met you." But Maan doesn't say this out loud. Instead he keeps it inside himself, never wanting to let his secret come out in the open. He feels like a traitor now. Six years ago, when he saw Geet in that helpless situation, he had personally asked God to punish him in the most severest way possible.
A couple of weeks following that dreaded day, it seemed like God had granted Maan's wish. The moment that Geet had opened her eyes, she had refused to acknowledge her parents or any of her family members for that matter. He had overheard the doctor saying that she had completely lost her memory. She couldn't remember a single that had led her up to the moment of impact that made her unconscious. Which in plainer words meant that, Geet couldn't remember ever living in Hoshiarpur; her parents; her family; her friends; her hangouts; her hobbies; her likes and dislikes; her best friend's wedding and most importantly, Maan. As selfish as it may seem, Maan was content on knowing that Geet couldn't remember him. She didn't even know that he existed. He could so clearly remember, watching Geet lay on the hospital bed, staring into the ceiling like a zombie. It had hurt him to see her like that. Never in his life had he ever seen Geet, not be happy; there was always a smile on her face. But the smile that Maan had gotten so used to was lost forever and it was all thanks to him. The last image of Geet that he could remember of was when she picked up the taveez and tears had rolled down her cheeks. That image broke him to pieces and it was that moment that he knew that it would be best if Geet never finds out about him.
"Maan.."
Maan is brought out of his depressed thoughts by Geet, who is looking worriedly at him.
"Are you okay?"
"Huh. Ha. I'm fine." Maan slips Geet off of his lap and places her back in the seat, refusing to look at her again. "I've informed the mechanic about the jeep. He should be coming soon." He informs her, trying to let her know that he doesn't want to talk anymore. Maan reaches to the back of his jeep and retrieves his phone and his black leather jacket, which he hands over to Geet.
Geet, not understanding what has come over him, takes one look at Maan who is facing straight, and takes the jacket from him. She slips it on herself and crosses her arms across her chest, trying to gather some heat.
He's making me crazy. Geet thought to herself. One time, he distances himself away from me, and the other he brings me closer. At times, I feel like shouting and yelling at him, and others, I feel like hugging him and snuggling up to him. He feels like an enemy that I want to surrender to over and over again. Why? He told me that he can't tell me anything because it will tamper my view of looking at things. Okay, I admit that. It's true. It will affect the way I see things. But then what else am I supposed to do? I have to figure out who this man is, before I end up doing something stupid.
It was at that moment, that two pairs of headlights belonging to a truck, made its way through the darkness, down the road infront of them; the discs getting larger as it approached. Geet looked over at Maan and saw him, already getting out of the jeep, to meet the driver. The truck stopped a few feet away from them, and Geet waited in the jeep while Maan explained to the mechanic about their problem. Geet's face colored when she saw the mechanic look at her way. She brought her head down, avoiding eye contact. She looked up only when she saw Maan gathering his belongings from the trunk.
"Let's go." He said.
"Where?" Geet asked, unsure of what is going on.
"He's going to drop us off at your place and then come back for the jeep." Maan informed her.
Geet got out of the jeep and followed Maan towards the trunk. As she stood by the passenger's side, she saw only one seat available. She looked over at Maan, who was busy in loading his luggage at the back.
"What are you waiting for? Come on." Geet's attention is averted back to the driver, who is motioning for her to take a seat.
"There's only one seat." Geet states the obvious.
"Yes. And it's for you." The driver says. Geet was about to mention Maan, but the driver interrupts. "I'm sure he'll understand. I mean, now we don't want a beautiful, young lady to feel uncomfortable, now do we." He winked at her.
"Of course, we don't." Maan says, coming to stand beside Geet. "But, now we can't make her sit outside, in this rain, now can we?" Maan says with a smile. "Come on, Geet."
"But Maan..." Geet starts off, a bit frightened.
"It's okay. I'm here." He assures her.
Maan gets inside the truck first and extends his hand out, to help Geet. She accepts the offer and sits down beside him, squeezing in against the door. Noticing how uncomfortable she is feeling, Maan places Geet on his lap once more, and puts on the seatbelt over both of them. The driver beside them, upset about how the way things had turned out, starts taking them towards their long awaited destination.
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About forty minutes later, Maan and Geet with the help of the mechanic, arrived in Hoshiarpur and were now, parked outside of Geet's house. Maan saw the driver get out of the truck, to stretch his legs from the long drive. Maan took off their seatbelt and was about to move, thinking that Geet was awake and would get off of him.
Infact, Geet was sound asleep. Her head resting on the hollow of his throat had never felt better. Maan is taken back to a very similar incident that brought a faint smile to his face.
"God, Geet! How long does it take for you to go to sleep?" Maan asks her irritatedly.
"Not tell, I don't get comfortable." She replies back.
"Good luck with that." He says.
"Oh, don't give me that look. We're in this mess because of you remember." She accuses him.
"Wha.. me. We're in this because of me." Maan repeats Geet's words in disbelief.
"Was I talking in Chinese up until now? Yes, we're in this because of you! Who told you to go and scare them off? We would have been home by now." Geet says throwing hay at him.
"My bad. I thought that by saving you from them, I would be doing a good thing. But it looks like I was wrong."
"Yeah, so who told you to come. I can take care of myself okay." She defends herself.
"Yeah, like that day of the carnival. Please, please help me. Those goons are after me. Please." Maan imitates the way Geet had asked him for help, the first day they met.
Shocked by his actions, Geet picks up a sugarcane located right beside her and hits him on the leg twice.
"How many times do I have to tell you, that that was all an act? You thick head." She says.
"Thick head? You called me a thick head?" He asks.
"Seriously, are you deaf? Or do you need a hearing aid?" Geet asks him, annoyed by the fact that she has to hear him repeat everything that she says.
"You..!" Maan points a finger at her, but Geet swats it away with the sugar cane.
"Jungli billi." He throws at her.
"Haaww! Jungli billi! Tumne mujhe jungli billi kaha!" She asks him shocked.
"Now who's deaf?" Maan throws Geet's words back at her.
"Mein tumhe chodongi nayi."
Geet closes the short distance across from Maan and reaches for his hair. After getting a clutch full of them, she starts pulling with all her might, enjoying hearing him scream. But to her dismay, Maan also pulls at her hair, and thus begins another one of Maan and Geet's fights.
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The moon was up and the stars were shining; everything looked so peaceful. It was a beautiful night that was meant to be enjoyed thoroughly, but instead Maan was stuck on a truck heading back to the one place that he despised; Geet's house. Ever since he landed his foot in that house, nothing but trouble came his way. There were problems in his business, his retrieval of the land, his new project, his tent, his rental home, everything and it was all thanks to one thing; Geet.
Yes, thing. That's the way that he referred to as Geet. A thing. A horrible and nasty experience that no one ever wanted to encounter. A storm that blew everything away with no chances of ever retreiving them back.
His business, that upon his grandmother's say, was now being located in Hoshiarpur. As to why exactly he didn't know. But all he knew was that his grandmother wanted and so it was being done. The day that he was supposed to meet with the lawyers to discuss this project, he was too busy risking his life to save Geet's; which according to her was all just an act.
His plot for the land, that he needs to build the building upon, was placed under Geet's name and there was no way that she was willing to let it go.
His new project, a wedding venue that he had planned for future couples, were being postponed because Geet didn't think that was necessary. Instead she wanted to build a new school or hospital. Although her thoughts were noble, Maan just didn't have enough funds to build it in that certain location. It was just too small. But as stubborn as she is, Geet refused to listen.
His tent, the one thing that he was able to call his own, was destroyed by Geet's carelessness. She had left the jeep running, which brought the whole tent down and almost ran him over it.
His rental home, the small place where he was being forced to live in, had to be evacuated just days after he got there, because Geet needed it for her best friend's wedding.
Truly, no matter at what angle he looked at Geet was a storm in his life and when he tried to go away, she came right after him, refusing to let him go.
Maan looks down at the sleeping form located right beside him. There was nothing on her face; no smile, no frown, nothing. Maan wondered if it's truly possible that the girl who brought trouble into his life with a smile, could have no expressions while sleeping. He runs a hand through his hair and sighs. He tries to pin point the exact time, when sleep had invaded Geet but is unable to. But nontheless, he's glad that it did when it did, because if he had to hear one more complaint from her, he was going to lose it.
Maan lowers himself across the trunk and makes himself comfortable, making sure as not to be anywhere near Geet, for she'll make a big fuss about it when she awakes.
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In between sleep, Maan opens his eyes for a couple of moments. He stretches his arms and feels someone close in on him.
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As the moon starts to disappear from the night sky, Maan feels an extra weight upon him, but he doesn't awake to see what it is.
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In the morning, when the sun has risen, Maan finally opens his eyes. He stretches himself and yawns. He looks down and sees Geet lying snuggly into him. Her head placed on the hollow of his neck, her hands across his chest and a smile adorning her lips, Geet had never looked more innocent to Maan before.
It's when Geet twitches in her sleep, that brings Maan back to reality. He gently taps her on the shoulder.
"Geet." He calls out to her.
"Hmm..." She answers still asleep.
"We're here." He informs her.
Upon hearing that, Geet manages to open her eyes slightly. She opens the door and gets out. Maan follows and goes to retrieve his luggage, while Geet leans against the truck. After Maan pays the mechanic for dropping them off, he informs him to come back at the same address to get the rest of the payment for fixing his jeep.
Maan holds onto Geet and along with his luggage, walks over to the gate. He puts the luggage down and asks Geet for the keys.
"I don't have them." Geet informs him, in her sleep.
"Then who has them?"
"Pinky or Mom." She answers him matter-of-factly.
Maan makes Geet sit down underneath a tree, while he goes to find a way in. After jumping over the gate, which was hardly a challenge for him, Maan tries to figure out how to get inside the house without attracting any attention. He peers into the windows, but is unable to see anything. He goes around back to see if there is a back door. Although there is one, it is locked making it useless for him. When he comes back around, he sees Geet holding onto the bars of the gate with a pout on her face, looking like a child. He goes over to her and lets her in. Then he gathers his belongings, closes the gate and walks over to the porch.
"I looked everywhere, but I just can't find..." Maan stops in mid-sentence as Geet produces a key from underneath the mat. "A key."
Maan takes a deep breath and carries in his stuff, while Geet leads him in. Upon entering, the first thing that they encounter is abandonment. It was all over the place. On every single furniture, the pictures, the walls, the floors.. it was if the owners just vanished into thin air without being able to say a proper farewell.
As Geet walks into the house, so many thoughts and memories flood her. She can hear echoes of past conversations; laughter of joy; cries of sorrow. She witnesses many moments when there was nothing but happiness in their lives, but then somehow grief came and engulfed them. Geet heads on upstairs, who is followed by Maan. She lingers for a moment or two, to look at the hanging pictures trying her best to recapture those moments of her lives. A thread of a smile plays upon her lips when she does remember. Geet opens all the doors to the rooms that she passes by, welcoming herself to the secrets that they had contained for so long. She stops when she reaches the end of the hallway. Her fingers linger over the doorknob, scared to see what she might find in there. For this is the room where she spent eighteen years of her life going through all the different phases of life that a human could possible go through.
This is where she turned from a baby to a toddler. This is where she changed from a toddler to a child. This is where she transformed from a child to a kid. This is where she evolved from a kid to a teenager. And this is where she became a woman.
Geet's hand grasps the doorknob and turns it, letting Geet come back to the place where she rightfully belongs. As Geet enters her room, she notices that nothing has been changed. Everything is exactly the way she had left it. Her books were strewn across the unmade bed. Pillows were placed on her beanbag chair and her chair. Her monitor had gather dust and the headlamp had worn itself out. Her clothes were trailing out of the closet.
Geet picked up a beautiful red cloth that had golden embroidery on it. With the cloth in her hand, Geet looked around the room trying to find something. She saw Maan's shadow by the doorway. She respected him for letting her be alone while she tried to figure things out. She headed towards the closet and trailed her fingers along the various colored suits. She brings her hand back and turns to go back outside, when she hears a clank. She turns back around and sees a metallic key on the floor. She picks it up and sees the letter G engraved on it. Geet turns it around and sees the letter D.
Wondering what the key must be for, Geet starts searching through her closet.
"Where is it?" Geet mutters anxiously.
"Geet." Maan calls out, wondering as to what she might be looking for.
"Maan, come here." She invites him in.
Maan heads over to the closet that Geet is invading in hopes of finding key's companion.
"Geet, what are you doing?" Maan asks.
"I'm trying to find something." She replies.
"Yeah, I know that. But what are you looking for?" He asks again.
"Something. I don't know what it is though." Geet starts going through the drawers.
Having a slight idea, as to what she might be looking for, Maan goes back downstairs to his suitcase, leaving Geet to look for her unknown item. When he returns, he sees Geet seated on the bed, tired from the day. He sits beside her and hands her a blue velvet covered thick book. Geet looks at it curiously, before looking at Maan. With his eyes, he motions for her to take it and she does. She goes over the cover and feels the smooth texture. She traces her hand across the spine and makes out letters and then complete words. It said Geet's Diary. Very simple but explanatory. When she places it face up on her lap, she sees a platinum padlock on the right side of the diary. She looks at Maan once again, who blinks his eyes, giving his approval. Geet gingerly places the key inside the lock and hears a soft click, when it opens. She takes the lock out of the two metal holes, and opens it to the first page. Geet is fascinated and is unable to believe that this book, contains all the answers to every single question, Geet ever had. She looks up at Maan once more with teary eyes, thanking him. He places his hand on her cheek, and smiles. Then using his eyes, he gestures Geet to start reading. To take the first step in getting her identity back. To take the first step in figuring out who he is. To take the first step to fill her dead life with colors. To take the first step to find her happiness. To take the first step to have what's rightfully hers; love.
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