Mera Ishq Deewangi~Maaneet~Part 9-pg 51; Note-54 - Page 25

Originally posted by: princess_xaini

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I cant believe it!!!! I, I mean Yeti, promised that I will update on Saturday or Sunday...... and I AM updating on Sunday!!!!!!! 😲 yeh kaisa anarth ho gaya!!!!! 😲🤣 🤣

Anyway, let's get to today's MAHA UPDATE........... This part was 9 pages in Word and I am posting as single part...........! So your comments should be proportionate too...... 😉 😆😆

NOTE: The parts in italics and green are the actual prologue paragraphs..... these are the parts that Maan remembers and these are the words you had read in the prologue..... I am including it so that you can read the entire flashback, including the pieces that Maan has forgotten...... how generous of me!!! 🤣

DISCLAIMER: All medical situations, diagnosis and stuff are completely fictional and I made it up.... I am no doctor...... not even close to being one..... 🤣 Only thing true is the name of the illness.... I have included web links at the end of the update, if you are interested..... 😆😆

Part 7

2 years ago..

16 September, 2008

Geet walked swiftly holding the overnight bag in her hands, her fingers wiping the tears streaming down her face every now and then. But try as she might, she knew the tears will never stop until she saw her Ma and Bauji. She hurried into the Central Bus Terminus at Shimla and searched for the bus to Dehradun, the nearest city to Mussourie. From Dehradun she had to take another bus to reach her small village near Mussourie. As she looked around, her arms tightening around her to keep herself warm from the sudden chill in the night air, her mind wandered back to the frantic phone call she had received an hour ago from the Government Hospital at Mussourie. Her parents had met with a terrible accident when they were returning home from a family function and they had been brought to the GH in a very critical condition. The kind duty doctor had somehow found her number from her parents' possessions and had given her a call to ask her to come immediately. She furiously rubbed the tears that once again clouded her eyes and found the bus to Dehradun at a distance, just getting ready to leave. Complaining to her Babaji why He made her stay so far away from her parents that she could not reach them sooner, she ran through a cloud of misty fog, towards the bus, holding the bag in her hand.

Maan stood on the bottom step of the bus to Dehradun, looking at the vibrant night life of quaint Shimla through the lens of his high-end camera. He absolutely loved his camera and it was his constant companion in this trip of his for the past couple of months. He had returned to India after completing his higher studies just 3 months ago and when he had been ready to take over Khurana Constructions, Dadima had compelled him to take a break before he started and do whatever he wished to do the most. He had immediately set out, alone, backpacking throughout India like a wanderer, camping in desolate jungles and clicking pictures of unforgettable sights and people he came across in his trip. He was now on his way from Shimla to Dehradun, waiting to explore the virgin terrains of the higher reaches of Uttarkhand. He kept glancing through the camera, clicking snaps of interesting visuals at Shimla Central Bus Terminus – hawkers selling food and other knick-knacks, the young girl sucking her thumb while she waited for her father to buy their tickets, the young man who was no more than fourteen pushing a kulfi cart between the aisles of buses, a young wife snuggling into her husband's warmth in the bus next to his, an angel walking out of a cloud of mist towards him…

He stood frozen as 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.

Geet ran towards the bus just as the driver started to back up and caught sight of the young man standing on the bottom step of the bus, looking in her direction. She immediately held her hand out to him, silently requesting him to help her into the bus as she knew she would not be able to catch it otherwise and she could not afford to miss the bus.

As she neared the bus, he curled a strong warm arm around her and 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.

She stood a hair's breath away from him on the bottom step of the moving bus, his arms still around her and hers flat against his hard chest, over the thudding beat of his heart. Maan couldn't help but gaze into her teary hazel eyes and something within him broke apart at the sorrow in her eyes. Geet stared at the concerned eyes of the stranger who was holding on to her so protectively and so firmly and immediately was reminded of her Bauji. Just as the tears welled up again, she realized they were still standing next to the open door of the moving bus and pulled away slightly, holding on to his strong arm.

Maan broke out of his trance when she moved away and he realized what he was doing. He immediately helped her up the stairs of the bus and went in behind her. Geet looked around the crowded bus in dismay, trying to find an empty seat for herself. It was a long journey to Dehradun and she was sure she would not be able to stand throughout. Her eyes caught an empty row with 2 seats near the back of the bus and went towards it but stopped shortly when she saw a bag and a jacket already placed there. Maan followed her and caught her disheartened look at the crowded bus. He went past her and took his bag and jacket from the seat on which he had placed his items and moved away, giving her space to get in next to the window. Geet looked at him thankfully and placing her bag on the shelf above, took one of the seats. Maan placed his things securely on the shelf too and got in next to her. They both sat in silence as the bus sped forward on its ill-fated journey.

Maan kept glancing at Geet who was staring mechanically out of the window as dark trees whooshed past. The wind was picking up and she was sure it will begin to rain any time now. Something about Geet called out to Maan's primal instincts and he felt a surge of protectiveness towards her. Her tear-streaked cheeks that were now glistening with fresh tears pierced his heart and he desperately wished to comfort her, even when he was cognizant of the fact that he was a mere stranger to her and was her companion only for this short journey. And that hurt..

However 30 minutes later he had lost out to his heart that wanted to console her and slowly turned to her. "Tumhe patha hai dard baantne se kam hoga" he broke the silence between them. Geet turned to him at the voice and looked into his tender dark eyes, surprised. She had felt completely safe sitting next to him and was comfortable with the silence between them, and she was amazed to see the concern this stranger had for her. Although it was her nature to strike up a conversation with anyone and everyone, she was too anxious about her parents at the moment to indulge in conversation with this handsome man. Not willing to be rude, she gently tried to dissuade him. "Jee? Maaf keejiyega. Mein ajnabiyon se baath nahi karti"

Maan smiled tenderly and immediately held his hand out. "Teek hai. I am MK. Nice meeting you" When Geet unconsciously slipped her hands into his, still lost in the way the small smile transformed his features, he smiled wider and exclaimed mischievously, "To ab mein ajnabi nahi hoon. You can tell me what is troubling you, that is if you want you" he added gently. Geet found a small smile beginning to grow on her face and she shook his hand further. "Geet", she introduced herself and proceeded to explain how she was on her way to see her parents who were in a critical condition. By the time she finished recounting her story, she was sobbing once again and Maan winced inwardly at the pain it gave him.

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.

She had become quiet soon and glanced at him gratefully, thanking him silently for his support and reassurance. He smiled at her gently and when his heart skipped a beat at her beautiful smile, he awkwardly looked away and stared outside the window, at the rains that had begun pouring down suddenly.

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.

Maan kept looking at her, at the fair creamy skin and smooth forehead, her soft cheeks that were pink now along with her cute nose due to her constant crying. The almond shaped windows to her soul seemed to call to him even though they were closed and her thick black hair was flying around in the wind. He was entranced by her angelic face and before he knew it, sleep engulfed him too.

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.

Geet looked up at him nervously, embarrassed that she had been resting her head on his shoulder and cleared her throat slightly intending to apologize, when she saw him gazing out unblinkingly.

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.

Geet and Maan looked at each other with wide eyes. She felt a cold fist tightening on her chest, when she heard the rumble and looked up at him fearfully. He caught the apprehension in her eyes and although he was frightened himself, he held her hand tightly. "Don't worry Geet. Kuch nahi hoga.. I will protect you.. It's a promise!"

"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.

While Maan was knocked out unconscious by falling debris, Geet was hurled out the open window into the dark abyss, the only life support being Maan's hands that were still holding hers tightly and she clung to him for dear life. She saw that Maan was unconscious and scanned around, trying to find someone to help them. She shouted herself hoarse, trying to wake Maan and get help from someone around, but in vain.

He drifted into consciousness slowly, his ears ringing and head throbbing violently. He squint his eyes as he opened them with difficulty and found himself staring into her terrified hazel 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"

A week later, Geet opened her eyes with immense difficulty to find herself in a small but clean hut. Her battered body hurt like hell and she was not sure what had happened after she had looked into a pair of concerned dark eyes, scared for her and angry at himself for being unable to protect her when he had promised her. She came to know she had fallen into the river that was thankfully not flowing rapidly at that point. She had been washed ashore half-dead the next day and an old Baba had found her and had nursed her back to life and health. She had been restless to leave the place and when she had finally been able to move even an inch, she had rushed to Mussourie, heartbroken and shattered to find that her parents had not made it and she had lost them that night itself. She had carried out the final rites like a robot but when she had tried to find out about the stranger who had turned out to be a guardian angel for her, she realized she did not know anything about him, except that his name was MK. She had prayed fervently, hoping that he was alright and healthy somewhere and as days passed, even the memories of his guilt-filled eyes that used to once torment her dreams ceased to exist…

***

Vicky paced the room to and fro, his mind reeling with Geet's words and his own discoveries from her tale. He was finally had the full picture of the puzzle and from what Dadima and his own father had told him about Maan's case, he could fill in the missing pieces of Maan's memory.. the pieces that proved that that night was Maan's first meeting with Geet, if only he remembered it!

Dadima and Pinky sat dumbfounded at the story narrated by Geet. When Maan had cried out for Geet after his accident, they had assumed that she was a girl he had met during his backpacking nomadic days, someone he had intended to introduce to them but unfortunately could not. They had never guessed in their wildest imagination that Geet was as much a stranger to Maan that night, as she was to them today! Maan and Geet had never been in love! But then, why was Maan so crazy in his love and had moved heaven and earth to find her?

Geet finished her side of the story and looked from Dadima to Pinky to Vicky, trying to figure out something from the dejected and somber expressions they wore. By this time Adi had also joined them and Pinky had quickly filled him in on the story in a low voice.

"S***", Vicky cursed suddenly and held his head tightly. He was almost sure about what had happened to Maan and it was now up to him to break it to Dadi and Pinky without scaring them off. He went and kneeled next to Dadi and held her hands in his reassuringly. "Dadi, mujhe patha hai Maan ko kya hua. Aap befikar rahiye.. hum sab milke usse teek kardenge. Just trust me on this!" he said anxiously.

Dadi got worried seeing Vicky's expressions and questioned him with the full authority of Savitri Devi Khurana, the matriarch of the Khurana family. "Vicky, tell me what's happening here. I demand to know and it is my right too! Kya hua Maan ko? I am confused which side of the story to believe! Maan ko lagta hai ki woh Geet se beintaha pyar karta hai aur uss accident mein Geet kho gayi. Agar Geet sach keh rahi hai to Maan ko kyun lag raha hai ki woh Geet se bohut pehle se pyar karta hai?"

"Dadi.." Vicky began slowly. "Mujhe lagta hai Geet sahi hai.. I think she is right. Maan ko ghalat fehmi hui hai. I think Maan is not in love with Geet at all"

"Kya keh rahe hai aap Vicky? Pyar ko lekar kissiko kaise ghalat fehmi ho sakta hai?"

"Ho sakta hai Dadima.. False Memory Syndrome! Mujhe poora yakeen hai Maan has false memory syndrome and it makes him believe that he is in love with Geet but that is not the truth"

He caught the confused look on all their faces and sought to explain it in easier terms. "Maan did lose some bits and pieces of his memory from that night due to his head trauma. Lekin uske mann mein Geet ka chehra aur usse na bachaneka guilt dono bohut deep set hai. From Geet's side of the story we know that Maan had promised to her that he will protect her that night, and we know how dutiful and sincere Maan is to his word. Lekin jab usse yeh patha chala ki woh Geet ko bacha nahi payega, his guilt completely overwhelmed him. His sense of duty and his guilt have formed a very hard defense shield around those memories that he had lost. Isiliye woh hypnosis keliye cooperate nahi karta tha and he becomes aggressive whenever someone tries to make him probe those memories. Whenever he tried to recollect the memories of Geet, which were buried under his guilt, he got severe headaches or became so violent and self destructive. Woh khud ko isiliye itna chot pohunchta hai.. kyunki usse laga ki woh Geet ko bacha na saka uss raat. His guilt conscience has created repressed memories of that night and have created a shell around those memories.."

He paused for a few moments before delivering the more disturbing news. "But the dangerous part here is that this guilt of his has planted false memories in his conscious mind about Geet. He only knew that protecting Geet was his duty and it made him get obsessed with Geet. Somehow he got the idea that Geet is his and that he is madly in love with her. The same defense mechanism that had buried his repressed memories had made him believe that Geet is his love and that she belongs to him. Lekin woh yaadein hii jhute hai! This is one big misunderstanding and Maan firmly believes in it unfortunately.."

To say that the others were stunned would be an understatement. Dadima felt her heart racing as tears seeped out of her eyes at the thought of her poor grandson. She knew his main motivation to live the past 2 years had been Geet and she did not know if he will be able to handle it if he comes to know that his belief is false.. his memories are false! Geet was astounded at how her stranger had been so affected by that night and how he had turned all the anger and frustration inwards. She did find it awkward that he thought they were crazily in love but more than that, her soft heart felt bad for his suffering.

It was Adi who broke the silence that followed. "To kya hum Maan ko yeh sab batha nahi sakte? We can clear his misunderstanding"

"Nahi Adi.. it's not as easy as it sounds. You might not have seen it but I saw it. Maan is utterly obsessed with his love.. with Geet. If we tell him directly that everything is his imagination, it would break him completely. He will shatter and we will lose him forever"

He cast a sad glance at Geet and continued, "Believe me Dadi.. I have always been right in my diagnosis but I sincerely wish I am wrong this time.. for Maan.. and for Geet. Kyunki.. Maan is mentally very ill.. ..and Geet is his only cure!"

~Yeti
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Precap -------------->
"Marry me" demanded Maan, his arms tight around Geet. 😉 😳

NOTE:
1. If you are interested about reading these psychological illnesses, you can find some idea here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Repressed_memory
http://www.psychoheresy-aware.org/falsems1.html

2. Okay.... hope now all mystery is revealed and no confusion reigns..... 😃 If you are still confused, drop me a PM and I can try to explain it..... (Sheesh..... I am spoiling you guys! 😆😆)

3. And now starts Maan's Deewangi......................... ☺️

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its mind blowing
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awesome part dear.......

wow. just wow. i love possessive and obsessive maan. haha. great story. plz update soon. i cant wait to see how maan reacts when he see geet

Wow..that was a truly rocking update!!! Kudos to you for coming up with such a novel idea👏👏👏..eagerly waiting to see how the story unfolds...All the very best!!!

WOW, this is different in a really good way!

Could you add me to the list?

Originally posted by: topsyturvy23

hey i just read ff
its mind blowing
plz add me to ur pm list

hi... thanks for the comments.... will add you to PM list 😃

Ab shuru hogi Maan ki deewanegi....cool...this explains everything