Strangers:A Maaneet fic. - Page 12

Oh Geets going through so much of pain & misery...poor thing...felt really sorry for her...hope Maan's love will heal all her wounds...waiting to read more...thanks Opti😊

Originally posted by: rushtrip

@ opti
here is the link..

the last few links in there would be the scenes i am talking about...
https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/geet-hui-sabse-parayee/1422166/maaneet-scenes-m-and-b-style-others-added-8-11

i need to streamline all my work...even i dont remember which scene is where..which thread...

Thanks Vru for the link. Let me go through and give my comments.

Originally posted by: NiVu-mjht1

superb yaar...please pm me when u update d next part....

Thanks. Posted Part 8.

FABULOUSSSSSSSSS

Originally posted by: rushtrip

Oh this was controversial..i guess..the audience was not mature enough..
they still had their heads in cloud, always seeing things in one dimension...

interesting how a riveting story can be deemed controversial...

i am sure people here will actually appreciate it...
honest emotions...forthright persona..always wins heart..and these characters are just that...

i am enjoying it..and waiting for more..

The controversial part was the female lead sleeping with a man before her marriage. Somehow, some people could not digest that and felt she is totally not worthy of a man as good as the hero. This is what I told Bridgette too. There seems to be a mental block in some to accept a 'fallen' woman for a blemish free man. Well not everyone felt that way though. Some were totally in support of the unconditional love this story sort to portray and loved the fic to bits. So I would not generalise here. Anyway, as a writer I believe that one needs to have the conviction to write what one feels strongly about, irrespective of what others think of it.

Glad you are enjoying the story.

Originally posted by: LoveManeet

i like that your ff has an amount of seriousness to it.....very creative and interesting
PM me when you update :)

I'm glad that people here like the serious stuff. Hope to lighten the mood a bit in my next update.

Originally posted by: shalini_s

history repeating itself - good and the bad... it happens..

waiting for the next update..

Yeah. They say that when history repeats itself, the price doubles. History sort of repeated itself in Geet's case. But did the price double? We need to wait and see.

Good and bad are two sides of the same coin. One cant have only the good and not the bad. Sometimes the bad times are needed to appreciate the good.

Originally posted by: Maneetkraze

This is really really really really good. I can't wait for the rest of the parts:)

Thanks. Will be posting the rest of the parts in frequent intervals. I too want to get this over with fast.

Part 9

Maan tried to reduce, if not erase from Geet's mind, the memories of her painful past in the days following her confession by trying to cheer her up and taking extra good care of her. He masked his own anguish, for he did not want her to think he sympathised with her. He knew that it would hurt her more as she definitely did not want people's sympathy. He knew she deserved to be loved and cherished all her life and he was more than willing to give all the love she had missed out on since childhood.

One part of him desperately wanted to confess his love to her but the other more dominant part restrained him as he feared that she may misconstrue it. He knew that she had been betrayed or hurt by every single person in her life. So she might find it difficult to accept that someone can love her as she is, without any expectation from her. He did not want her to think that his love for her was born out of sympathy or that he had any ulterior motive of taking advantage of her plight. If she did, then she may leave him even before the birth of the child and all the efforts he had taken to provide her with a home and her baby, an identity, will come to nought. So suppressing his instinctive nature of speaking his mind, he decided to wait till the birth of the baby before baring his heart to her. He made sure, though, that there were innumerable signs which conveyed his deep feelings for her.

Geet was unaware of Maan's covert display of his love for her and continued to think that his actions were governed by the need to adhere to Baba's strict orders to take good care of his bahu and grandchild. She tried to keep a lid on her own feelings for him but even without her knowledge the attraction to her handsome husband kept increasing. They enjoyed the time spent with each other and there was an unspoken bond between them that was growing stronger by the day.

Geet was six and a half months pregnant and was growing in size. She soon gave up wearing salwar suits and stuck to wearing sarees. That morning Maan had taken Geet to the hospital, for her doctor had asked them to come there instead of the clinic to run some routine tests. Although initially they were wary as to what they may find, the doctor assured them that everything was fine. As they were on their way out, Maan saw Ali pace up and down the hospital corridor agitatedly. Hurrying to his side Maan enquired what he was doing there.

"Rehana is in there to deliver our baby," Ali pointing to the labour ward.

Just then there was a loud shriek and they could clearly hear Rehana scream out a string of abuses targeting her husband.

"The rotten man gets all the pleasure .....(ahhh)....and I am the one to go through all the pain .......(ahhh). Wish Khuddha..... (ouch)....had made men child bearers.....Population would be far less..... (grrrrah) if they....if they go through the hell we.....we.... (eeeh) do every time we bring.... a life....(ahhh) a life... into this world." She panted between shrieks. "That $$#@#, if he ever lays a finger on me again.... (aaagh), I'll chop it off...."

Maan looked at Ali, aghast at what his wife was screaming out. Ali bent his head down in shame and said that she does this every time she comes for delivery.

"She doesn't mean half the things she says. It's the pain talking. Poor woman," he tried to explain his wife's screeches.

Maan looked at Geet worriedly, wondering what his beloved will have to go through in a few months time.

Geet tried to avoid looking at him directly and turned to Ali, asking him where his sons were.

"Left them with Rehana's mother. Did not want to bring them down and let them hear their mother abuse their father," he smiled sheepishly.

As Rehana's wails and curses continued, they heard the nurse yell back at her.

"Shut up, woman. Don't bring the hospital down with your screams. You are not the first woman to go through labour in this world."

"Sister Sarita, is that the way to talk to a patient?" admonished her doctor. "Don't worry, Mrs.Khan, it's only a couple of minutes more. You are nearly there. Just give me one last push and we will put you out of this ordeal soon."

Soon they heard the wailing of a baby and the doctor came out with a smile on her face.

"Mr.Khan, it is a girl this time."

Ali thanked the doctor and hugged Maan in happiness. His eyes streamed with tears of joy as he rushed in to be with his wife, asking them to join in. The nurse had just cleaned the baby and laid her in Rehana's arms as Ali sat beside her. She looked at her husband lovingly and said,

"Look Ali, she is so beautiful, isn't she?" she asked, extending the arm which held the baby so that he could look at her more clearly.

Pouring over his newborn Ali could barely hide the mirth and pride in his voice "Yes, darling. Our daughter looks simply beautiful, as beautiful as her extraordinary mother."

Rehana smiled and blew him a kiss. The two of them then looked up at Maan and Geet.

"Come see my little Asma," he invited them.

Geet ambled to the bed and sat in front of Rehana who passed the baby onto her waiting arms.

"So, now that you finally have a daughter, are you going to stop spawning more kids?" he asked Ali.

Maan knew how much his friend wanted a daughter and he noticed that he has given her his dead mother's name.

"Yes, Maan. Will not put my dear darling wife through this torture again, I promise. Moreover, I want to spare myself from hearing those choice gallis (curses) she gives me every time."

Rehana looked at her husband apologetically. "Sorry, darling. I didn't mean to be so vicious but was blinded by the pain."

"I know dear, I know. Don't worry. I have not taken anything to heart. After all that is a small price to pay to see such a beautiful miracle," he said pointing to his daughter.

Maan asked Geet if he can hold the baby for a couple of minutes. Geet looked at him in surprise and nodded her head. She asked him to sit down in the nearby chair and told him to fold his arms to cradle the baby. She then gently laid the baby in his arms. Maan looked deeply into the baby's big blue-green eyes. The baby was very fair like her mother. Her lips were soft and pink, her nose sharp and her brows neat. She had a thick mop of jet black hair on her round head. She had long fingers and toes and looked so perfect. Looking at the love in his eyes as he gazed at the baby, Geet wondered whether his gentle and caring behaviour towards her had something to do with the fact that she was carrying a baby, as he appeared to be fond of babies in general.

Asma soon started whimpering in hunger and Maan passed her on to her mother. They took leave of Ali and Rehana and as they went out of the room, Rehana got busy feeding her daughter and Ali whipped out his mobile to jubilantly inform his mother-in-law and his sons of Asma's arrival.

Back in their car, Geet remarked how beautiful Asma looked and Maan nodded his head in agreement.

"I'm sure our baby will also look as beautiful as its mother," he said with confidence, not realising that he had just said 'our baby' instead of 'your baby' as he normally does.

The subtle change did not go unnoticed and Geet looked at his bent head in surprise as he clipped the buckle of his seat belt. Before she could say anything she suddenly felt a kick in her stomach.

"Ouch", she cried out.

Looking at her in alarm, Maan asked her what was the matter.

"Maan, the baby kicked!" she exclaimed.

Unthinkingly she took his hand and placed it on her stomach. Her saree had slightly moved in the breeze and his hand came into direct contact with her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Just then he felt the baby kick and he got very excited.

"Wow, Geet. I felt it this time. It's amazing!" She smiled at his exhilaration. It was only a few moments later that he realised that he still had his palm on her bare stomach. He jerked his hand away, trying to hide his embarrassment and asked if they can go home, to which she nodded.

That night as they got ready for bed, Geet was about to line up the pillows between them when he stopped her.

"Don't you think we should get rid of this Lakshman rekha now that you are getting big with the baby? There is not enough room for you, me, the baby and the pillows in this bed."

She nodded in agreement and threw away the pillows between them. Maan looked pleased that he got at least one physical barrier between them out of his way. He hoped that in time all the other invisible barriers between them would come crumbling down. That night he had unknowingly wrapped his arms around her burgeoning stomach in his sleep and held her close. Although she was aware of his arm around her, she did not push it away as she felt comforted in his lose hold, even if it was confined to just a few hours at night.


Part 10: => Here

Originally posted by: revav

FABULOUSSSSSSSSS

U HAVE JUST ELEVATED THE STATURE OF MANEET LOVE STORY..........

DEALING WITH SUCH A DELICATE AND SENSITIVE ISSUE SO MATURELY IS MOT EVERYONE'S CUP OF TEA.

U HAVE DEFINITELY ADDED A LOT OF SUBSTANCE TO UR FF BY TODAY'S UPDATE

LOVED EVERY PART OF UR UPDATE...................

FABULOUS NARRATION...........

KEEP IT UP

WAITING FOR THE NEXT UPDATESSSSSSSS

REVA

Thanks Reva. you said it all in Caps? Is it for emphasis? Anyway I'm glad that you loved this update, considering the heavy emotional content. As to this being a Maaneet love story, you'll find out that it is not merely a love story between a man and a woman but much more than that, a love which is way more precious than that. What I mean by this you'll come to know as the rest of the story unfolds.