Mera Ishq Deewangi~Maaneet~Part 9-pg 51; Note-54

Character visuals:

Maan Singh Khurana and Geet Handa


Aditya Mehra and Priyanka Khurana

Vikram (Vicky) Khurana

Rajji


Savitri Devi Khurana (Dadima)

As is my usual style, I do not give character sketches since they are revealed during the course of the story

Index:
Prologue - Page 1
Part 1 - Page 5
Part 2 - Page 10
Part 3 - Page 16
Part 4 - Page 23
Part 5 - Page 23
Part 6 - Page 28
Part 7 - Page 33
Part 8 - Page 40
Part 9 - Page 51

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Statutory Warning: All characters, incidents and situations in this story are completely fictitious. Any similarities with any person, living or dead and events in history or in tele-world/silver screen are purely coincidental and maybe a little er... inspirational. 😆 The sentiments echoed by the characters do not necessarily imply my own views. I will try my best to make a realistic narration of this story but some situations maybe slightly beyond reality. Please read the story with a pinch of salt here and there, attributing those to creative freedom but if you feel I have crossed way beyond, do let me know and I will try to rein in my imaginations. So sit back and enjoy!

Story Rating: PG 13; certain episodes may have a higher rating, as needed. 😉 😆

MERA ISHQ DEEWANGI

Prologue

He saw her running out of the shroud of fog, towards him. She looked almost like a fairy in her white salwar suit as she extended her hand out to him. Almost.. since he did not think fairies had a single worry in their world. And this fairy, his fairy, was in distress, her eyebrows bunched in anxiety and eyes misted over, a single drop of tear clinging rebelliously to the corner of her left eye, as she reached him.

He pulled her into the moving bus, just as it started to gain speed and leave the over-crowded bus stand. They stood next to each other on the lower step, panting to catch their breath as the voices of the hawkers and the cacophony of noise from the busy bus stand faded away into the night sky.

He heard her quiet sobs and lightly squeezed her shoulders. "Sambhalo apne aapko. Sab kuch teek hojayega" She looked up at him with her wide brown eyes, seeking assurance. "Promise?" she asked, desperate to hold on to any comfort and he nodded his head.

He looked out at the rain lashing against the window in a torrential downpour when he felt a soft weight on his shoulder. He turned to the side to find her asleep, her head lolling around at the discomfort of the bus ride on the twisting mountain roads. He gently caught her head and rested it on his shoulder as she snuggled in comfortably. He stared at her tear-stained cheeks and lightly brushed away the strand of hair from her face.

He opened his eyes when the bus jerked and stopped. He glanced out of the window to see the rains still pouring down relentlessly and slightly opened the window to let the racket carry to him through the wind. He peeped out to see a line of vehicles resting idly in front of the bus he was in and bright lights at a distance. He was just about to slowly shift her head to the backrest and enquire about the situation when the conductor of their bus made the announcement, waking her up in the process. "Baarish ki waja se aage landslide hua hai. Hume kuch gante yahaan rukna padega jab tak woh log raasta clear nahi karte" He craned his neck out the window and saw more vehicles piled up behind them, cutting off any means to go back and reach another town for the night. He sighed and looked out the window, the winds and the rain mesmerizing him into a trance.

A deep rumble broke him out of his stupor and he looked around to find the cause of it. It wasn't long before they all found the cause, when rocks and boulders of all sizes came rolling down the hill right next to where their bus was parked, breaking windows and sending shards of glasses flying around in the process. The landslide was too sudden to even evoke screams from the passengers of the bus and for a few seconds there was silence, broken only by the sounds and reverberations of rolling boulders and the dull thuds echoing from the impact of the rocks against their bus. And then all hell broke loose.

"Bhaago" someone yelled. "Ghaadi se utro. Jaldi!" someone else screamed. But even before a few people could manage to get off the bus through the doors and windows, a deep earth-shaking rumble sounded and suddenly the hillside seemed to cave down upon them.

He drifted into consciousness slowly, his ears ringing and head throbbing violently. He squinted his eyes as he opened them with difficulty and found himself staring into her terrified brown eyes. He quickly took stock of their situation and cursed under his breath. Their bus was hanging down the cliff, precariously resting against one of the decade-old trees that had managed to plant itself firmly into the rocky hillside over the years and was now holding the bus up from a fatal fall into the deep valley. The rain continued with no let up and he guessed he had been knocked out for a few minutes when the huge rocks fell on the bus and pushed it beyond the edge of the cliff. The bus was balanced in a very delicate position, shaking back and forth but all he could see was her petrified eyes. That was when he saw that she was swinging in air, out the window, clinging to his strong arm for dear life. Even when he had been unconscious, he had been holding on to her hand tightly! Her frightened whimpers were all he could hear now, over the shrieking women, yelling men and bawling children in the bus. People were slowly trying to get off the bus and it added to the swaying motion of the bus, always ready to plunge the rest of them into the depths of death.

He tried to move his body slightly and shut his eyes tight when the motion caused a rushing wave of pain to shoot up his right leg and radiate towards his left arm. He looked down and saw that he was holding on to her with his right hand but his lower body was crushed between the mangled remains of two seats and his left arm was twisted at an odd angle, clearly broken. He breathed deeply but coughed violently when he felt a searing pain in his chest. He closed his eyes again, trying to forget about his pain and concentrate only on pulling her up.

"Ghabrao mat. Mere haath pakad kar upar aajao" he whispered hoarsely, even the efforts to speak causing unbearable agony through his bruised and broken body. "Mujhe darr lagraha hai" she whimpered in a tiny voice, chancing a glance at the deep dark abyss beneath her. "Don't!" he ordered, "Don't look down. I won't let you fall. Look into my eyes and climb up slowly" he spoke in a soothing voice.

She nodded her head fearfully and inched ahead, stopping almost immediately when her grip slipped from his arm that was covered by blood flowing down his head by now. She gasped and shifted her gaze from his reassuring deep black eyes, only to catch sight of the ghastly cut on the side of his head and blood was gushing out of it like water from a broken pipeline. She immediately ran a panicked eye down his body and could imagine the pain he was going through just by the bruises she could see.

The terrible sight of his injured body weakened her and when the bus lurched slightly with people jumping away from it, her grip slipped some more. "No no no!" he screamed silently, trying to hold on to her hand but somehow her hands seemed to have lost their fight and slowly slipped down his arm. "No please. Don't! Hold on to me! Everything will be fine" he pleaded but he could see her eyes start to close as she slipped into unconsciousness. Her pleading eyes met his in a final helpless call before they closed completely and she lost the grip she had on his arm.

He watched with horrified eyes as she slowly slipped away and his bloodied arm did not help when he tried to hold on to her. "Koi hume bachao.. Please! Hold on. Just a few minutes" he tried to call for help but his voice did not rise above a whisper and was easily drowned in the din of the rescue mission outside the bus.

As her unconscious body slowly fell from his grip and into the yawning, pitch-black valley, all he could do was scream.

"GEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET"

***

"GEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET"

Maan woke up in a torrent of sweat from the same nightmare that was plaguing him for the past two years and sat up on his bed.

~Yeti

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Whew! So that was the prologue. Tell me if you like the story or not and I am always open to constructive criticism 😃 Waiting for your feedback on YET another Maan-Geet story.... 😆

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well, i loved ur 'dhoka' so think this will also be as intense as that.........looking forward for the story to unfold............can u pm me plz when u update? also want to ask when will u update dhoka.........desperately waiting for it.

Originally posted by: aamirkhanfan

well, i loved ur 'dhoka' so think this will also be as intense as that.........looking forward for the story to unfold............can u pm me plz when u update? also want to ask when will u update dhoka.........desperately waiting for it.

I will update Dhoka soon... now that this one is out of the way, I can think without getting distracted and write Dhoka peacefully 😆

will PM you for this one..

Wow...luckily this was a dreaM or I would have sent all the PHATE PURANE CHAPPALS for you....Ur story seems interesting...Please add me to the PM list

Originally posted by: desigurl953

Wow...luckily this was a dreaM or I would have sent all the PHATE PURANE CHAPPALS for you....Ur story seems interesting...Please add me to the PM list

It is a nightmare from the PAST actually.... that happened in Maan and Geet's life.... 😉
*yeti ducks phate purane chapals and runs away* 😆

Hey Thats simply Superb Dear

hi yeti
im glad you chose Geet and Maan. Maan is my latest crush and I watch this serial atleast 2 times a day when they are not airing extra romantic scenes.
story is awesome
dhokha na update krne k liye maaf kia! ;)
add me to ur list
Sur

Shilpaaaa, thank god your new story is on Maaneet ! I love them ! I was secretly hoping for maaneet when I read the subject of your pm !

Oh my god ! You made me cry in prolouge only ! This is going to be just like Dhokha ! Instant hit !

Writers out here are quite regular in updating, so you better keep up with them !