Against my better judgement, I decided to update 😆 Still have a lot of hw but 😛 Hope you enjoy it!
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Geet woke up early the next morning, with a satisfied smile adorning her face and renewed vigor.
She could feel something within her, something that seemed to have stirred overnight and was propelling her forward and ahead in life whether she wanted to or not. It scared and excited her simultaneously. Where was she taking herself? What was her destination? She lifted her eyes off the plush violet carpet, visually bumping into something, or someone, who she could never get off her mind.
Was he it? Was he what she was destined for?
She shook her head and grabbed a hairpin off the nightstand. Securing her bangs, she went and started searching for a towel. But then she stopped. She didn't have clothes to change into. Where was her bag? She didn't remember.
Defeated, she threw the towel on the floor and slumped against the wall. She was losing. She couldn't find a distraction. "Well, it's my choice whether I want to think about you or not," she said in defiance.
"You're thinking about me right now," Maan said.
Geet turned around and her mouth made an O shape. Seeing her expression, he grinned in triumph. "Admit it Geet, you lo--"
"Excuse me!" Geet pushed Maan and walked out of the room into the next via the corridor. She figured she would get a little more breathing and thinking space there.
She locked the door behind her and took the key inside so he couldn't make her get out before she was ready. Composing herself, she began to question her heart and where she stood right now. As Geet. As the mother of her baby. And as...Maan's fiancee.
As Geet, well, she was okay. She had a job, she was healthy, happy, and she was out of danger. Life was good.
As the mother of her baby, she was being responsible and taking care of herself. Or at least trying to. Geet remembered almost falling off the stool at the office and Maan saving her. She winced. She owed him for that big-time.
Geet sighed. No matter how much she tried, her mind always figured out a way to link everything back to the same place, same person, same topic. Maan. The person she'd been trying to avoid. "Well if I can't run away from you, why try?" she wondered aloud.
But why did she even need to run away?
He knew the truth--about her marriage and pregnancy. He knew she had been with someone else other than him, and he accepted it. He stopped her from leaving him and brought her back to his house, in his car, personally carrying her luggage and claiming her for himself in front of the whole world.
What was all that? Why did he do it if he didn't care about her like that? Why?
She stopped pacing back and forth and plopped into a chair in exhaustion.
Or did he care? She didn't know. It was the question that was gnawing away at her, day and night, day and night. It was the question that made her hesitate before she looked him in the eyes.
She stood up, firm and strong. She was going to open the door.
And she was going to find out.
Shiv Shakti
Ye Hai Mohabbatein
Arjun
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