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Originally posted by: sonnal_17
dev cant' be good... and maaneet belong together... in every ff in every story.... i don't want them to seperate... pls pls pls
Originally posted by: Poli.Geek
OMG, OMG, OMG, can't believe Dev is back in the pic. I feel for all the three characters stuck in this situation. they are all wonderful, kind people and what a blow fate has dealt them. I can't wait to read your next update even though I am not sure if I want to find out what happens next. I am scared...
Originally posted by: swetha10
Hey nice update... happy tht Dev isnt bad... but dont wnt a Maaneet separation.. do continue soon
Part 13
Ever since she returned from Maan's office, Geet has been trying to resolve the tussle between her head and her heart, weighed down as she was by guilt and dejection. Geet's guilt was that she was overstaying her presence well beyond what was agreed upon. When they had got into this marriage, it was to provide a home for her till her childbirth and a name and identity to her child conceived out of wed-lock. It was also to keep Maan's father from hooking him up with anyone else till he got himself declared as a misfit for marriages so that he can lead the life of a confirmed bachelor thereafter. Her head told her that since Maan had held his end of the bargain, she needs to fulfil hers by leaving the house in order to return to him the freedom he has lost in marrying her and assuming responsibility for her daughter.
Unfortunately her heart was reluctant to come to terms with her plight. She had fallen head over heels in love with her benefactor, something she had really not aspired for or anticipated in the beginning. She tried hard to suppress her feelings for him for she knew she was not worthy of him in any respect. She had nothing - no money, no status, not even chastity (which was a woman's most precious and basic gift to her man) - to offer a man who can have all this and more. She did not know what she was thinking when she fell in love with her husband. Maybe the problem was that she was not thinking at all. She let her heart lead her on. She seemed to have mistaken Maan's kindness for love and craved for more. She not only loved Maan but his entire family. The absence of love or a real family in her life also made her desperate to hold on to them when she was given some signs of it.
But she can no longer let him feel obligated to her or her baby. She cannot take advantage of his kindness and generosity. She needs to set him free so that he can be with the woman he loves. The gentleman that he is, he will not make the first move to throw her out. She will have to throw herself out of his house and his life. Granted that it would be difficult not only for her but for Baba, Bua and not to forget her dear darling Sahana who has grown very fond of her papa. But no one matters more than the man who saved her life and that of her daughter's. She loved him far too much to come in the way of his happiness and his happiness lay in some other woman. She was willing to do anything for him, even give him up. Her heart finally spoke the same voice as her head. Her love for him was overwhelming enough to accept the bitter truth that he was never hers and never will be. She only hoped Baba and Bua will forgive her for what she intended to do. Her daughter is very young and can be made to forget her papa in time. Once she grows up she will explain to her the constraints she faced. Hopefully she will forgive her for her sins.
Maan returned home late that night looking highly distraught and pensive. Geet would have noticed the change in his demeanour had she herself not been so highly strung. In fact both of them were going through their own private hell wondering whether the person they loved with all their heart and soul loved them back or whether they were coming in the way of the happiness of their beloved.
Baba and Bua had already had their dinner and retired to bed. While serving his dinner Geet tried to set aside her emotions and said with as much placidity as she could muster, "Maan, I have already overstayed my presence in your house. I'll leave as soon as possible. I found out that it takes very long to get a divorce and relatively less complicated to get an annulment which would nullify our marriage."
Maan looked at her in shock. Not meeting his eye she continued, "You can get an annulment by claiming that I was pregnant with another man's child at the time of marriage. DNA reports of Sahana can be used to prove it. I'll have them sent to you as soon as you file for annulment."
Maan nearly choked on his food when he heard what Geet had to say about the paternity of their daughter. Just then Sahana who was sleeping in their room started wailing. Geet rushed up to check on her. Maan suddenly felt claustrophobic and wanted to get out as fast as possible. He left his food mid-way and washing his hands he rushed out and drove away. Hearing the sound of the car, Geet, who had patted Sahana back to sleep, rushed down to find that he had already left, not finishing his dinner. She crumbled on the stairs and let out a gut wrenching cry of grief.
Part 14
Maan hit the bar that night to drown his sorrows. Asking for a stiff glass of vodka, he downed it in one gulp. Despite his valiant efforts to blink back the tears that threatened to overflow, a large drop escaped and made its way past his lower eyelid, down his cheek before dropping to his knee. He hadn't cried since the death of his mother when he was merely an eight-year old. Whatever be the challenge or pain, he always faced them boldly. To him, tears were a sign of weakness- one he can well do without. But now a wisp of a girl and her tiny work of creation broke down this man of steel and literally reduced him to tears.
Geet's words kept resounding in his ears. How could she say that Sahana was another man's child? Does lending a sperm alone make a man a father? Does his love and care for her count for nothing? He had watched her grow from a little tadpole in her mother's womb to a fully grown beautiful baby. Damn it, he even helped to bring the little angel into this world. He spent every waking minute he could with her. Did he not deserve to be her father? She meant the world to him. She has become so much a part of his life. She had him wrapped around her little finger. How could Geet even imagine that he can live a single minute without his daughter? His pain and anguish at losing his daughter soon turned into anger against Geet. How could she play with his feelings? How could she lead him on? How could she deprive her daughter of her father? How could she plunge her daughter in the same ignominy that she faced as an 'illegimate' child? Does his Sahana not deserve better?
When he brought Geet home a year ago all he thought about was to give an identity to the unborn baby she was carrying. He did not know who she was or where she came from but for some incomprehensible reason he could not let her baby go nameless. He never figured out why he felt so strongly for her baby back then. He cannot say he was altogether altruistic. The situation that presented itself seemed to provide him an escape route from marriage in the real sense. He thought he can ward off all marriage proposals by keeping a fake wife by his side. Even after being forced into a real wedding, he thought their marriage did not mean anything more than a piece of paper - a paper that can be torn at will. He never bargained for the emotional exhilaration of falling in love with the woman he married and the baby she begot. Neither did he anticipate this emotional trauma of losing them both. His impulsive streak always got him into problems but he also managed to get out of them relatively unscathed. This time though he has been badly burnt. The full import of living life dangerously had hit home hard. The risk he took has knocked his breath away, leaving him an emotional wreck.
He wondered what upset him more. Was it the fact that she could not love him as much as he did or that their baby will be deprived of a name as a result of the annulment Geet was asking for? While he realised both hurt him equally, the latter was unacceptable to him. She may leave him because she does not love him but he cannot sit back and let her raise her child fatherless. He cannot let all his efforts to keep the tag of illegitimacy from being tied to that sweet little angel go waste. The baby has to have a father. It was then that the significance of his meeting with Dev that afternoon hit him. Was this destiny's answer to this quagmire? It seemed so now. He suddenly started seeing things more clearly.
He could not blame Geet for not loving him. Yes, he did his best to make her fall in love with him as he did with her, but then love cannot be forced, can it? Maybe in the deep recesses of her heart she still harboured feelings for Dev. It was clear that Dev still loved her although he presumed her dead for a year now. By uniting them he will not only get together two lost souls but also give a real home for his daughter. After all she does need a father in her life and what can be better than having the biological one? The mere thought of another man raising his daughter wrenched his heart but he had no choice. If he remained silent now and let Dev leave tomorrow, Geet and Sahana would have lost forever their chance to have a complete family. He loved them both far too much to be that selfish. But will Dev accept Geet after he finds out that she has lived as another man's wife for nearly a year even though the marriage was not consummated? He would never know the answer to that unless he tells him the truth.
Making up his mind, he called up Dev. A sleep slurred voice answered the phone.
"Mr.Shergill. This is Maan," he identified himself.
"Maan? Maan, who?" asked back a confused Dev, still not fully out of his slumber.
"Maan Khurana. We met outside the ATM machine this afternoon and later had coffee together?" he tried jogging Dev's memory.
"Oh, Maan. Yes, I remember now. What is this late night call about?" he enquired in a puzzled tone.
"Dev... Can I call you Dev?"
"Yes, you may."
"Dev, what if I were to tell you that your Geet is alive?" he asked hesitatingly.
"Geet is alive?!!!" yelled out Dev in disbelief, by now fully awake.
"Yes, she is," Maan reaffirmed, his heart already sinking.
Over the next half hour he narrated all the events in his life since the fateful meeting with Geet a year ago.
"I am sorry, Dev. I should have told you all this when we met this afternoon but you were highly emotionally strung. I did not want to load you with all this lest you snap. Your girl friend may be my wife to the world but believe me I have not laid a finger on her. All I wanted to do was to provide her a house till she delivered her baby. She needs you now, don't forsake her. Destiny may have separated you but the very same destiny is giving you an opportunity to mend what it has broken."
Dev could not believe his luck. His Geet was alive. Not only that, he also had a daughter. Suddenly his life did not seem as bleak as it did before.
"Tell me Maan. How does my daughter look?" he asked excitedly.
"As beautiful as an angel," said Maan with a large lump in his throat.
Dev took down Geet's cell number and promised to call her the next morning.
As he disconnected the call, he realised the magnitude of what he had just done. There was no retrieval now. He has opened up the dam and should prepare himself to be drowned in the deluge. He turned to the counter and asked for another drink. Soon he gulped down glasses after glasses of hard liquor, losing count of how many pegs he had. However much he drank, the pain just wouldn't numb. He felt like being pierced by a thousand swords all at once and left to be bled to death.
It was well past midnight before he left the bar. He staggered to his car and tried inserting the key to the door. As his vision was blurred he could not locate the key hole. Just then Ali who happened to be in the vicinity noticed him. Rushing to the side of his swaggering friend, he asked him what he was doing so late in the night. Maan turned to him in surprise and asked him the same question, rolling over the words.
"Asma has been having loose motions since this evening. I came to get the medicine from the 24-hour pharmacy here. But what are you doing here, drunk in this manner?"
"Geet....Geet...", he kept repeating.
"So you had a fight with Geet? Welcome to the club of warring couples. However big your fight is, it still does not give you an excuse to contaminate your body with liquor," reprimanded a teetotaller Ali."Come, I'll drop you home after handing these medicines to Rehana. Can't risk you driving in this state."
He took him to the other side of the car and opening the door, he pushed him down on to the seat. Leaving behind his own bike, he got into the driver's seat of the BMW and drove first to his own house. Handing the medicines to his wife and promising to return after dropping off Maan, he returned to the car and drove to Khurana Mansion.
By the time they reached their destination it was close to one o'clock. Geet was shocked to open the door to an obviously drunk Maan who was supported by Ali. Ali's keen eyes noticed her puffy blood shot ones. These two seemed to have had some serious fight, he thought to himself and hoped that whatever it was they resolve it soon. He could not bear to see his best friend and his wife suffer this way. He took Maan to his room and stretched him on the bed before taking leave of Geet. Maan fell asleep almost immediately.
After he left, Geet removed Maan's shoes and loosened his shirt. She kept staring at his haggard sleeping face for a long time. She felt her heart being squeezed tight. After he had left she realised that what she said about Sahana's paternity must have killed him. She never once doubted his love for her daughter. But she knew that his life would be more complicated if he were to continue shouldering the responsibility of fathering her child. She did not know Sameera at all but it would be difficult for any woman to accept this peculiar situation. She will not deny him the right to visit her daughter and spend as much time with her. But she will not burden him with her problems - she had no right to. The severance from his family will come at a very heavy price which all of them would have to pay, but there was nothing she could do about it.
Throughout the night Maan kept muttering in his sleep, repeatedly apologising to her for forcing her into this marriage. Geet did not know how to comfort him. With tears streaming down her eyes, she threw her arms around him and hugged him tight, not wanting to let go of him.
The next morning she was woken up by a call. Hurriedly she got up and answered it. When she heard his voice she nearly dropped the cell in shock.
"Geet, please...please don't hang up on me. Please meet me. I have a lot of things to tell you. Please Geet, please don't say no," he begged her.
She did not know how to react to it. After a long pause she agreed to meet him. She took down the address of the hotel on a piece of paper lying on the side table and promised to meet him at 9.30 a.m.
She quickly finished her morning routine and got ready. Maan was still asleep although Sahana had woken up. She fed and bathed her daughter and took her down. Baba and Bua were having their breakfast and asked her to join in. She excused herself and said that she had to meet an old friend from London who was in the city that day and assured them that she will be back in an hour. She tried to leave behind Sahana with Bua but her daughter wailed loudly and wanted to go with her. She thought for a minute and decided to take her along. She took a cab and headed towards the hotel where Dev was awaiting her. She did not know what to expect but strangely she did not care, for she had already made up her mind.
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