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Part 4: Jaane Kya
July 23rd, midnight
As Maan startles awake from his nightmare regarding Geet, he struggles to catch his breath. Still taking heavy labored breath he is surprised to feel something wet slide down his face. Touching his face, he is startled to see that it's a tear. He had not allowed himself the luxury of tears since his Dad had died, "mein Kyun khud se kiye vaade bhul raha hoon?" Knowing that sleep would be impossible now, but with his body desperately needing the rest, he lacks back down determined and deliberately, desperately tries not to think of the cause of his every thought, his actions.
Flashback:
Unable to sleep for the rest of that night, he had practiced Tai-Chi and caught up on office work. The next day, though he had known that Geet was recovering from poor health, he had kept expecting a phone call from her or to see her barging into his office tearing the appointment letter to pieces in front of him and accuse him of being a Dusht Danav and how dare he think she would work for him after what happened. "Yeh ladki, kitni un-professional hai, ek phone bhi nahi kiya" After being absent-minded and anxious all day, he had finally called Pinky to his office. "Pinky, Geet ko bolo ki mujhe appointment letter ka jawab chahiye, mujhe uss se baat karni hai'I mean I need to know her anwer'.asap". "Sir, wohh'.woh sir'..Geet abhi bhi aunty ki wahan hai, mujhe uss se milne ka time nahi mila, usko mein aur papa kal milne jaa rahe the toh mein use appointment letter ki baat tabhi bata dongi"'with a deliberate, practised casualness he asks'"waise uske tabayat ab kaise hai"'"acchi hai, MK, uss se lunch mein baat hui thi, keh rahi thi ke doctor ne aram karne ko kaha hai aur pair ka dhyan rekhne ko kaha hai'.kyunki glass chub ne ki waja se ghav thoda gehra hai" "humm'Ok'good bye Pinky" "Good bye Sir" I knew it, "pair meh laag gaya tha'woh apna khayal bilkul nahi rekh sakti, usse to 24hrs bodyguard ki zaroorat hai'..mera decision sahi tha office mein rahi toh I can keep her safe". Hoping that she was ok, he continued with his work, finally able to focus on it a little. The night that followed had been much like the one before, being unable to sleep despite his best effort he had continued to work through the night. As the days passed, his behavior and mood only worsened, it had been 3 days and he had neither seen nor heard from her. "She even has my private cell number, she could have at least left a message". He had started working late hours into the night to finish office work and had developed an inability to sleep more than a couple of hours due to nightmares about a hurt Geet, and worse nightmares about her leaving and never seeing her again. Though it was necessary to go to the office, that place was a blessing and a nightmare, a blessing because the routines of office kept him from going Insane and a nightmare because he could not be in his office, the hallway, the lunch room, the conference room without seeing figments of her, his memories. He had even dropped the pretence of asking about her because of the appointment letter, and angrily demanded from Pinky the reason why Geet had not called him on the third day. But quickly realizing his behavior due to the stunned look on Pinky's face he had excused himself and left without waiting for the answer.
End Flashback
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July 23rd, midnight
As Maan startles awake from his nightmare regarding Geet, he struggles to catch his breath. Still taking heavy labored breath he is surprised to feel something wet slide down his face. Touching his face, he is startled to see that it's a tear. He had not allowed himself the luxury of tears since his Dad had died, "mein Kyun khud se kiye vaade bhul raha hoon?" Knowing that sleep would be impossible now, but with his body desperately needing the rest, he lacks back down determined and deliberately, desperately tries not to think of the cause of his every thought, his actions.
Feeling Blue....feeling blue
My heart says....heart says
Can't be'.Can't be true
Jaane kya chahe man...bawra
Jaane kya chahe man...bawra
Ankhiyan mere...sawan chala
Ankhiyan mere....sawan chala
Unable to sleep again, his thought stirs to the one direction, where he knew nothing laid but pain, anger, Confusion. Geet. It had been 3 days since that night, the night where everything changed, the night since which he had not seen or talked to Geet. After hearing that Geet was resting and receiving care at the house of someone she knew, he had finally thought past the red haze which had clouded his thinking since the moment he had found her missing. On taking care of the police and after handing the appointment letter to Pinky, he had left for his own home, worried still about what had happened to make Geet faint but relieved. He did not know what he had expected to happen after that night, but the days that followed that night were nothing short of a disaster. My heart says....heart says
Can't be'.Can't be true
Jaane kya chahe man...bawra
Jaane kya chahe man...bawra
Ankhiyan mere...sawan chala
Ankhiyan mere....sawan chala
Flashback:
Unable to sleep for the rest of that night, he had practiced Tai-Chi and caught up on office work. The next day, though he had known that Geet was recovering from poor health, he had kept expecting a phone call from her or to see her barging into his office tearing the appointment letter to pieces in front of him and accuse him of being a Dusht Danav and how dare he think she would work for him after what happened. "Yeh ladki, kitni un-professional hai, ek phone bhi nahi kiya" After being absent-minded and anxious all day, he had finally called Pinky to his office. "Pinky, Geet ko bolo ki mujhe appointment letter ka jawab chahiye, mujhe uss se baat karni hai'I mean I need to know her anwer'.asap". "Sir, wohh'.woh sir'..Geet abhi bhi aunty ki wahan hai, mujhe uss se milne ka time nahi mila, usko mein aur papa kal milne jaa rahe the toh mein use appointment letter ki baat tabhi bata dongi"'with a deliberate, practised casualness he asks'"waise uske tabayat ab kaise hai"'"acchi hai, MK, uss se lunch mein baat hui thi, keh rahi thi ke doctor ne aram karne ko kaha hai aur pair ka dhyan rekhne ko kaha hai'.kyunki glass chub ne ki waja se ghav thoda gehra hai" "humm'Ok'good bye Pinky" "Good bye Sir" I knew it, "pair meh laag gaya tha'woh apna khayal bilkul nahi rekh sakti, usse to 24hrs bodyguard ki zaroorat hai'..mera decision sahi tha office mein rahi toh I can keep her safe". Hoping that she was ok, he continued with his work, finally able to focus on it a little. The night that followed had been much like the one before, being unable to sleep despite his best effort he had continued to work through the night. As the days passed, his behavior and mood only worsened, it had been 3 days and he had neither seen nor heard from her. "She even has my private cell number, she could have at least left a message". He had started working late hours into the night to finish office work and had developed an inability to sleep more than a couple of hours due to nightmares about a hurt Geet, and worse nightmares about her leaving and never seeing her again. Though it was necessary to go to the office, that place was a blessing and a nightmare, a blessing because the routines of office kept him from going Insane and a nightmare because he could not be in his office, the hallway, the lunch room, the conference room without seeing figments of her, his memories. He had even dropped the pretence of asking about her because of the appointment letter, and angrily demanded from Pinky the reason why Geet had not called him on the third day. But quickly realizing his behavior due to the stunned look on Pinky's face he had excused himself and left without waiting for the answer.
End Flashback
Feeling Blue...feeling blue..
My heart says...heart says
Can't be'...Can't be true
Oh we can't be through
My heart says...heart says
Can't be....Can't be true
(Sagan aanchal sada hor hove
Sajan ansuvan mein kya jor hove)-2
Kya jor hove, apne jiya pe
Mann to mara ye manchala
Wearily rubbing a hand over his face he rises once again from the bed and walks to the window. Resting his tired body there, he ponders, "Waise bhi mein uska kaun hoon ki woh mujhe apne har sookh dukh ke bare mein bataye, ya woh meri awaz ko sunne ke liye itne bechan ho ki usse raat raat neend nahi atti, verna abb tak ek Maan sir mein thik hoon utna batane ke liye bhi phone kar diya hota". sighing once again, he looks down at his bandaged hand, remembering again the way that Geet had tied the handkerchief around his wound that day. Suddenly angry at himself for how he had been thinking and behaving the last 3 days, being short with everyone and even avoiding daadimaa completely in case she asks him what's wrong, he slams his hand against the window, reopening his wounds. He closes his eyes in pain, opening them again he decides to go to the exercise room. Changing into his sweat pants and redressing his wounds, he moves to the room and starts with his Tai-Chi, hoping to calm his mind and exhaust his body enough to get at least 2 more hours of sleep, before facing another agonizing day. My heart says...heart says
Can't be'...Can't be true
Oh we can't be through
My heart says...heart says
Can't be....Can't be true
(Sagan aanchal sada hor hove
Sajan ansuvan mein kya jor hove)-2
Kya jor hove, apne jiya pe
Mann to mara ye manchala
Pawan purva mein yun udta jaave
Badra Chanda se mann judta jaave
Aave hawa ka, jhonka phir aisa
Toote patang ki dor sa
Jaane kya chahe man...bawra
Jaane kya chahe man...bawra
Ankhiyan mere...sawan chala
Ankhiyan mere...sawan chala
As he is practicing, he feels a soft hesitant hand on his shoulder and his senses become flooded by the unique presence and smell of Geet. With all moment stopped at that first touch, he stands there savoring her feel and slowly turns around. There she stands in a beautiful light pink anarkali style dress with open hair fluttering in the wind, she was looking at him with hesitant eyes and hands nervously playing with her dupptta. Suddenly with a small smile he reaches out to touch her. On seeing the bandage on his hands, she quickly grabs his hands and with eyes asking a thousand questions examines the hand. Satisfied that she could do nothing further for it, she lifts it a short distance to her and coyly places a small kiss on his palm. At his quite exaltation of surprise mixed with a small moan, she turns his hand further and kiss his on the wrist on his fluttering pulse. With eyes glancing at his open chest, she drops the hand and moves steps back, as if broken from a trance. Smiling wider, he brings his attention to his hand and kisses it where she had on the fluttering pulse. Looking up again, he sees her gone. Badra Chanda se mann judta jaave
Aave hawa ka, jhonka phir aisa
Toote patang ki dor sa
Jaane kya chahe man...bawra
Jaane kya chahe man...bawra
Ankhiyan mere...sawan chala
Ankhiyan mere...sawan chala
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