Mera Ishq Deewangi~Maaneet~Part 9-pg 51; Note-54 - Page 12

Originally posted by: desigurl953

omg...part 2 was wonderful...loved pinky-adi's story...please update soon

will continue soon

My only thought after reading ch 2....Thank god she is alive!

Originally posted by: sparikh

My only thought after reading ch 2....Thank god she is alive!

U write emotions so well...it's treat to read this FF. Pls update soon!

-Sona

Geet has to be alive, no? She is the lead.... 😆
thanks for comments.. will update soon

Looks like nobody missed Mera Ishq Deewangi except me..... 😆 😆 I had to search through SO many pages to get the thread.... 😆😆

Sorry about the delay in posting this part.... I had it all ready but the internet at my home blew off and I just got it straightened out.... Here is Part 3 and as compensation for the long delay, I will post Part 4 in a couple of days..... 😃

By the way, the official entry of Vicky had to be pushed to next update since this one grew too big. So that will have to wait until next part and believe me, Vicky has an important role to play in the story..... 😉 😃

This part is hopefully not too much of a filler. I need the build the story to the high point... 😳

Part 3

Geet didn't know how long she had been standing in front of the photo of her Ma and Bauji, the tears that had finally broken the dam were streaming down her cheeks unrestrained. Even after 2 years, it still hurt and she looked up at the ceiling accusingly. "Kyun Babaji? Aisa kyun kiya aapne? Kyun Ma aur Bauji ko apne paas bulaliya? Kyun mujhe aisa akele chod diya?"

"Geet beta.."

The kind voice cut into her silent complaint session with her Babaji and she turned around, swiftly wiping any traces of tears from her face. She saw Father Manchanda at the door and cursed herself for having forgotten to shut the door behind her. Father Manchanda was a kind old man who had given her this life after her parents' death but at this moment she only wanted to be alone. She looked at the portly old man with a balding head and a jolly face and smiled weakly.

Father Manchanda went closer to Geet and peered into her face. He had guessed right, she had been crying all this while. He sighed in defeat, he had still not succeeded in bringing Geet out of the depression of that incident from 2 years ago. He looked pleadingly at the photo of Mohinder Handa and silently requested apology from his close friend and Bhabhiji at his futile attempts in helping Geet move on with her life after them. He had of course made every effort to take care of her. After their death 2 years ago, he had brought the vulnerable young 19 year old with him to Nainital, away from her home at Mussourie, away from the home that haunted her with memories of her dead parents. He had helped her complete her graduation and when she had expressed her wish to continue working at his children's home, he had readily agreed and she had been teaching Arts to the younger kids and Math to the older ones for a few months now.

Father Manchanda knew Geet loved the kids in his orphanage.. no not orphanage, Children's Home, he corrected himself. He hated the word orphanage; nobody according to him was an orphan. He who had not the loving hand of a parent over his head had the tender hand of the Lord over him. He had devoted his life to this Home and he had been only too happy when Geet had agreed to come with him to Nainital and later wished to teach his children. But he still wanted Geet to bury the pains of her past and move forward in life.

"Geet beta, mujhe hote hue tum kyun apne aapko akela samajthi ho?" he questioned, unable to hide the hurt that laced his words.

"Nahi Father. Aisa nahi hai" Geet hurried to explain herself to him. She would hate herself if she hurt this man who gave her a meaning and a reason to live after the death of her parents. He was all she had now, at least the only man who cared for her now, she thought bitterly.

"Aapko patha hai na.. aaj 2 saal hogaye. Isiliye subah se unke yaad bohut aarahi thi. Warna mujhe unke yaad kabhi nahi aati" she lied, trying to bring a cheerful smile on her face. She knew all his efforts to make her smile and she tried her best to wear a mask of cheerfulness on her face whenever she met him.

Kab tak mujse aur apne aapse jhoot bolti rahogi, Manchanda thought to himself shaking his head. He always knew when she was lying and he quickly identified this was one such occasion. But he did not say it out loud. Some things hurt less when they are not spoken aloud. Instead he focused on the important matter he had come to discuss with Geet.

Geet caught the look of gloom and apprehension that clouded his face and immediately knew something was not right. "Kya baat hai Father? Mujse kuch kehna tha aapko?"

Father Manchanda made her sit down in one of the threadbare sofas in her room and sat opposite her. He knew whatever he has come to speak to her about was going to hurt her more than her parents' untimely demise. He took a moment to collect his thoughts and caught her hands in his.

"Brij ka phone aaya tha"

Geet felt her breath catch in her throat as soon as she heard the words. She did not realize the time would come so soon. She had been content and even happy at the Home for the past two years but she had always known that the clock was ticking. From the time she had heard her cousin Brij talking to his wife after her parents' funeral, she had always known that this time would come.

"To kya kaha Brij Veerji ne? Kisse bhej rahe hai woh mujhe?" she asked derisively, unable to hide the bitterness and hatred in her voice.

Manchanda did not comment on her words. He knew all too well Brij's nature and his atrocities were one of the main reasons why he had taken Geet away from that hell-hole that was her cousin's house soon after the last puja of the final rites were done.

"He has fixed your marriage with Rahul in 10 days. And he wants you to be there at Mussourie next week" he dropped the bomb quietly but if he was looking for an extreme reaction from Geet at the news, he did not get one. She seemed to have taken the news without any visible reaction but only she knew how her heart was breaking into pieces inside.

She was silent for a few minutes and Manchanda let her be. When she spoke again, he was dejected to hear a defeated tone in her voice. "Weren't we expecting this Father? I know it and you know it too. Brij Veerji wanted to marry me off before I turn 21 and that would be in 2 weeks. Aapko to patha hai. Unko mera ghar chahiye and my husband gets my home if I get married before I am 21. He knows if I get the house on my 21st birthday he will never get it. Acha sauda kiya hoga uss Rahul se. Geet ke badle mein ghar" she said bitterly.

Rahul was a typical spoilt son of a rich father who had nothing better to do than roam around the streets of Mussourie and indulge in everything that was considered a vice. He had had an eye on Geet's beauty for so many years now and had not failed to pursue her even after her parents had sent her to Shimla for studying. She hated the lecherous man but she understood her Veerji had decided to sell her to him in exchange of her parents' home that belonged to her rightfully. She hated Rahul, she hated her Brij Veerji, but above all she hated her own helplessness. Unfortunately Brij Veerji was her only male relative and had become her guardian after the death of her parents and she knew she would have to give in to his wish at the end. That would be less painful..

Babaji.. kya mujhe yahaan se bachane keliye koi nahi ayega? She cried in her heart but sported a brave smile on her face.

***

Maan silently joined his family for breakfast the next morning, nodding his head in acknowledgement at the good morning that Pinky and Adi called out chirpily. He had had the best sleep in the past 2 years in his Dadi's lap yesterday and was shocked to find it was past noon when he finally woke up. He had looked around to find himself in Dadi's lap and she was leaning against the wall, her head supported by Adi's strong shoulders. He had looked up in surprise on seeing Adi, as far as he knew he was supposed to be back only the next day but he was even more surprised at the sight of Pinky cuddled up next to Adi. His entire family that he knew was sleeping peacefully on the floor of the gym and his eyes filled at the sight of them. He immediately understood the reason behind Adi and Pinky's sudden visit. Of course it was the day he had lost her, his Geet. The day he had lost Geet and he was still searching for her everywhere…

He had not protested when the trio decided to spend the day with him yesterday and silently acquiesced. He did know what they were trying to do. They were trying to be with him and prevent the violent breakdown he had had the same time last year, exactly 1 year after that accident. He had had to be sedated finally that day and had hated himself when he saw the fear in eyes of Dadima and Pinky for days after, the fear for him and his safety, on seeing his aggression and angst that day. They had spent a very quiet day yesterday, just the 4 of them and even when memories of Geet and his own helplessness and guilt had threatened to consume him completely many a time, he had fought it hard just for his family. None of them had spoken a word yesterday and he had been grateful for such an understanding and loving family. If only he could demonstrate his love and care too..

"Maan, aapko Vicky yaad hai?" Dadima's voice jolted him out of this thoughts and he looked up at her.

"Hmmm" was all he answered and Dadima sighed to herself. When will she hear her grandson talk like how he used to..

"Vicky aaj Delhi shift ho raha hai. He is joining AIIMS as a Senior Resident today" she informed the family, with a hint of pride at her nephew's son.

Vikram Khurana was Maan's second cousin, his father and Maan's father were cousins and he was just 2 years older to Maan. However he had had very less interaction with the rest of the Khuranas since his parents had separated when he was very young and his mother had won the custody battle. Young Vicky had moved to the US with his mother and visited his father and the rest of the family only during summer vacations at school. Even that had dwindled down soon after he joined medical school and then internship and residency. Dadima always had a soft corner for the boy, he had never had the love of both parents together, but he was still cheerful and had no complaints with life. He lived for the day, was happy for it and always took pains to make other happy too. Perhaps that was one of the main reasons he was now a successful psychiatrist! He had finally decided to move to India after many many years in the US but interestingly, instead of joining his father who was the head of the Psychiatry department at Mumbai's Nanavati Hospital, he had decided to take up a resident's post at Delhi's AIIMS.

"Wow, Vicky bhaiya Delhi mein rehne waale hai? That's so cool" gushed Pinky. She was always happy to have family around her. "Kya ab woh humare saath rahenge?"

"Nahi beta. Humne poocha lekin Vicky ne mana kiya. He said he did not want to burden anyone, even if we are family. Hum samaj sakte hai. Itne saalon se humse door raha aur ab humare saath rehna ajeeb lagta hoga. But he has promised to have dinner with us every week. In fact he is coming home for dinner tonight" Dadima ended with a twinkle in her eye.

Maan looked up at her in surprise. They rarely had any relatives over after his parents passed away and absolutely nobody visited them for the past 2 years. He had heard two of his aunts talking about him during his recuperation at the hospital, discussing about how they thought he had gone mad for a lowly girl and was in denial of her death. He had seen red and had blasted at them so fiercely that no relative now wished to step foot inside their house.

Dadima noticed the surprised look on Maan's face and hastily added, "Agar aapko problem ho to hum usse kehdenge ki hum kahin bahar mil sakte hai" She hated to cause any additional pain to her grandson and if it meant keeping all relatives away, then she would do that too!

Maan caught the smile dropping away from Pinky's face and the twinkle disappearing from Dadima's eyes and looked away. Moments like these were the times he absolutely loathed himself, even more than the times when what was left of Geet's memories and his own guilt at not having been able to help her that night, assailed him. He was not oblivious of his family's sacrifice to be with him and support him but try as he might, he could never come out of the trauma of that accident. The physical bruises were long healed but the canvas of his memories was still missing a few crucial pieces and his soul was missing his Geet.

"Nahi Dadima. Mujhe koi problem nahi hai. Agar aap chahe to mein usse yahaan rehne keliye bhi baat kar sakta hoon" he offered, simply because he would never be able to forgive himself if either his Dadi or Pinky were unhappy due to him. He grimaced inwardly at the thought, he already knew he was the main reason for their unhappiness. But if there was anything he could do to make them happy, he would do it. Even if it meant putting up with pesky relatives!

"Nahi Maan. Woh aap humpar chod deejiye. Bas hume bohut khushi hogi agar aap aaj raat hum sabke saath dinner kare" "Teek hai Dadima. I will be home for dinner" he agreed, his heart jumping at the bright smile that adorned both Pinky and Dadi at his answer.

"Erm.. Maan bhaiya" Pinky began hesitantly, "Mein aaj bhi chute le rahi hoon. Waapas Monday chali jaungi Bangalore" she informed him. She caught sight of Maan's raised eyebrow and explained why she had to take another day off. "Meri ek colleague hai Smriti. Woh bhi intern hai mere saath aur uski shaadi hai iss Sunday ko. Woh mujhe bohut dinon se bula rahi hai aur mein bhool hi gayi thi. Kal raat ko phone karke usne yaad dilaya and she would really like me to come for her wedding. To mein soch rahi thi kal subah chali jaun aur Sunday raat ko waapas aa jaungi.." she trailed off.

"Hmmm" he nodded his head, giving his permission. Although Pinky had already asked Dadima, she looked up to Maan as a father-figure and his acceptance was needed for her too.

"Waise shaadi Delhi mein nahi hai" she added slowly, "isiliye Adi bhi mere saath aa rahe hai"

Maan just looked at them both but did not say anything. He had nothing to say, he trusted his best friend more than anything and he knew after himself Pinky was the safest with Adi. Even though they are engaged he knew that both Adi and Pinky would never do anything to shake the trust he had on them and it was not like this was the first time they were going somewhere together. Adi always accompanied Pinky wherever she went since they came back to India just over 2 years ago.

"Shaadi kahaan hai?" he questioned.

"Nainital"

~Yeti

Precap -----> Maan and Geet meet after 2 years!!

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i cant tell u how good it was reading this ff......and plzzzzzzz i update soon........i want maan and geet to meet.........plzzzzzzz at least update next part very soon........plzzzzz

Originally posted by: sharmake11

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