Mera Ishq Deewangi~Maaneet~Part 9-pg 51; Note-54 - Page 8

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Finally the part 2 of Mera Ishq Deewangi is ready to be posted! 😃

This update fills in the back story on what happened in Maan's life during the past 2 years. I tried not to go into too much details and I hope it has not become too boring....

Also introducing in this chapter...... Aditya Mehra...... Priyanka Khurana....... and....... Geet Handa! 😛😛

Let me know how you found the part...... I will try to update one more part on Saturday possibly....

Part 2

Maan Singh Khurana, the 26-year-old businessman, was someone every girl wished to know better but nobody dared to make the efforts. The deep, penetrating gaze, the stubborn set of the jaw covered by 2 days' stubble on a classic handsome face and the strong, hard and chiseled body along with his magnetic personality attracted a lot of female attention but he was oblivious to every one of them. It was well too known how rude and arrogant the man was and no girl had the courage to look at him in the eye and tame his temper and him. He was like a wild jungle stream, setting its own path, destroying anything that comes in the way, protecting secrets in its swirling depths and simply having a mind of its own. Beautiful to look at, but the danger lurking just below the churning surface only too visible and it was almost impossible to build a dam and restrain the fury of the currents.

This was the Maan Khurana known to the world, the Maan Khurana who had taken the business world by storm in the 18 months since he had taken over the reins of Khurana Constructions. However, only a handful knew the Maan Khurana who used to exist before that mishap 2 years ago. He had always been a man of few words but the words he had spoken to his closest family in the past 2 years can be counted easily. He had always been a reticent young man but his silence and brooding nature in the past 2 years created more fear than admiration in people who had known him. It was not as if women had not tried to woo him, some had been desperate enough to throw themselves at him, but they had been cut down mercilessly with a single scathing glare that threatened to burn everything around him. The man was famous for his work but was almost legendary for his unapproachable and cold nature.

Savitri Devi had lived the change in her grandson and her heart broke everyday at the anguish he tried to hide and cover with that aloof behavior. 3 days after that accident, when Maan had finally come around, he had sobbed pitifully in her lap for only the second time in his life, the first time was when he was all but 12 and his parents had passed away suddenly. That day in the hospital he had tearfully confessed his guilt at his inability to protect his Geet and had cursed himself for failing to fulfill his duties towards her. She had been surprised to learn about Geet, Maan had never mentioned about a girl in his life, but when she saw how broken he was at the thought of how he couldn't help her and save her, she understood that Geet was more than just a girl in Maan's life. She was Maan's life and Maan would never love another like he loved her!

She had cradled him to sleep that night, hoping to absorb all his pain but he had closed himself from the whole world from the very next day. He hardly spoke and was always lost in thoughts of Geet, trying hard to bring his memories of Geet to focus. He had been desperate to leave the hospital to search for her but his wrecked body and his grandmother's stubborn will had kept him back from pursuing his search mission. Her picture that he discovered in his camera had been his constant companion and once Savitri Devi skeptically accepted his faith that Geet was alive, she spared no efforts to search for her, hiring private investigators to find any and all information about the girl in the picture who was only known as Geet. Maan had firmly refused to have her picture published in newspapers, he had simply stated that no man was allowed to set sight on the angel that belonged only to him and that had been the end of the discussion. The investigators had logically started their search for Geet from Shimla and Dehradun, after all the mishap happened on the bus ride from Shimla to Dehradun, but even after 2 years they had been unable to get any information on her. It was as if she had dropped down from heaven for that night alone and had vanished from the earth after that night!

Maan had been ceaseless in his attempts to locate her but when he hit a blank wall every time, he turned the frustration and anger inwards and the result was always an explosion. He hurt himself and injured his already bruised heart, oblivious to the fact that his closest family was slowly starting to shake in fear whenever he was in one of those devastating moods. They feared not for themselves, but for him and his bleeding heart!

***

As Dadi now ran her fingers through the sleeping Maan's thick black hair, she couldn't help but shed a tear at the pain that engulfed her grandson's face even in his restless sleep. She had been rooted to her spot after Maan's sudden outburst and was jerked out of her trance when Maan had walked up to her blankly stating that he was tired and had asked if he could sleep in her lap. She had held him close and had rocked him to sleep, smoothing the lines of frown that had seemed to permanently reside in his face for the past 2 years.

"Dadi"

Savitri Devi looked up at the voice and met the surprised eyes of her granddaughter. Priyanka Khurana, fondly called Pinky, stood at the entrance to the gym with her overnight bag next to Aditya Mehra, the man she was in love with and engaged to.

The tall, lanky and bespectacled Adi was of the same age as Maan and they had grown up together. Adi was the son of Mr.Mehra, who had been the loyal secretary and right-hand man of Maan's father. He had always followed his boss like a shadow and had even followed him in death, the road accident that took the lives of Maan's parents did not spare that of Adi's father too. Maan and Adi had always been the best of friends and after having lost their parents at the tender age of 12, they had grown even closer and supported each other come what may. Having already lost his mother at birth, Adi had then come to live with the Khuranas, who he already considered as his second family. He had always known he will follow in the footsteps of his father and be the right-hand man of the next Mr.Khurana, so when Maan had completed his graduation in construction engineering and decided to go abroad for a Masters in architectural design, he had followed along, to add an MBA to his finance background. He was now the Vice President of Khurana Constructions and like he had always known, was the right-hand man and second in command to the CEO, Maan Singh Khurana.

Dadi gestured to Pinky to stay silent and called her closer, still running her hands through Maan's hair. She knew it gave him some relief and if he could sleep for some time, she would do anything for that! Both Adi and Pinky kept their overnight bags at the entrance and walked to where Dadi sat against the wall with Maan's head in her lap. They sat on either side of her and Pinky leaned in to place a small peck on her grandmother's head, followed by one more on her slumbering brother's forehead.

Priyanka Khurana was Maan's 20 year old kid sister, the pampered child in the family, who had known only her Dadi's and her brother's love and protection since she was 6. She now had only very hazy memories of her parents but Dadi and Maan never gave her the chance to miss them. And of course there was Adi too. He had been there for her since the time she had been bullied by a particularly nasty cousin of hers who had made fun of her chubby figure during those numerous ceremonies that were a part of her parents' last rites. While Maan had simply punched the boy and broken his nose, Adi had caught her hands and had declared that she was his and that nobody had the right to tease his Pinky. She had lost his heart to him at that instant, so when Adi had proposed to her in front of Maan and Dadi the day he and Maan were to go abroad for their studies, she had innocently questioned why he had to ask her when he had stated that she was his so many years ago. Adi had been so overwhelmed by her innocent devotion that he had gathered her in his arms and had kissed her, not caring that Maan and Dadi were amused spectators to his act. Of course he was later chased by Maan for corrupting his underage sister while Pinky buried her face in Dadi's shoulder, blushing for the first time and blossoming into a woman in Adi's love.

"Bhaiya kaise hain?" Pinky questioned in a whisper, her hands joining Dadi's in the quest to calm Maan, running their hands through his hair gently. She then caught sight of the fresh bandages around his hand and looked up with moist eyes. "Phir se chot lagi?"

Dadi sighed, nodding her head. "Abhi abhi soya hai" she replied in a whisper, sitting in the same position in spite of the slight discomfort in her lower back. Savitri Devi can do anything for her grandson's comfort and bearing a few hours of back pain was nothing. "Aap achanak yahaan? Aur Adi aap bhi?" she questioned, her eyes traveling from Pinky to Adi.

Pinky was studying interior designing, with plans to join her brother and Adi at Khurana Constructions soon after graduation and she had been interning at a well-known architectural firm at Bangalore for the past 2 months. She came back home every 2 weeks to spend the weekend with her family but she was here now, on a Thursday morning, with a bag in hand. Adi had been on a business trip to Bangalore too for the past couple of days and she had not expected him back before Friday.

"Haan Dadima. Adi brought me here. Hum dono kal waapas jaa rahe hai"

Dadi looked at her curiously. What was the need for such a quick one day trip when she was anyway coming home this weekend? Although she loved her grandchildren she never spoilt them and always encouraged them to excel in their studies and professional life. All three of her grandkids, including Adi, were very cultured, dedicated and disciplined young people and she often prided herself for raising them this way.

Pinky caught the question in Dadi's eyes and glanced at Adi hesitantly. "Aap bhool gaye Dadi? Aaj September 16 hai. It has been 2 years since that day. 2 saal hogaye Geet Maan Bhaiya se door hoke"

***

Good Heart Children's Home

Nainital

"Pakdo"

Her soft voice rang out distinctly from the medley of loud voices heard during the cricket match between the kids and the staff. Young ones of all ages and sizes ran here and there, trying to get hold of the ball that was on its way to the ropes when it was intercepted by a boy of 10 who had run all the way behind the ball and he threw it back to her. She was the only adult in the children's team because she was their favorite and she was now jumping around with the kids, becoming one of them. She caught the ball deftly and threw it on the wickets, appealing to the portly old man who stood as the umpire.

"OUT!!! Father boliye na. Yeh run out haina?"

Before Father Manchanda could give his verdict, the clouds burst open and poured down on the open lawns of the Good Heart Children's Home.

She turned her beautiful face to the sky and let the rain drops hit her skin for a few moments, enjoying the sensation, before she was reminded of the kids who were now running joyously through the downpour. Quickly and efficiently she herded them all together with the other teachers' help and managed to get them all in to their rooms before any of them got drenched and eventually fell sick. She helped in changing the clothes of the youngest kids and once they were all fed and put to bed, she bade goodnight to the other teachers and made her way to her room that was next to her girls' dormitory.

She entered the dark confines of her room and switched on the lights, lost in the sounds of rain lashing against the window. She slowly took off her wet dupatta from her shoulder and threw it on a chair and stood in front of the sole picture in her room. The tears she had kept in check all day long slowly broke through the barriers as she lighted the small diya in front of the photo.

"Aaj 2 saal hogaye. Aap dono ko mujhse door hoke 2 saal hogaye" Geet Handa whispered tearfully as she stared at the garlanded picture of her parents.

~Yeti

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Part 2 was really good 😊
Loved reading it 😊
It was pretty emotional!

So Geet's in Nainital 😊
Wonder how will Maan-Geet meet?

Dadi is way too caring so are Pinky and Adi 😊

Thanks for the PM 😊

great update............it was emotional..........but how will maaneet meet?

fabulous update...

Superb! Such an amazing update! I really love the way you narrate things.....you have a way with words. Maan, Pinky, Adi and Dadi share such a close and deep bond......it's endearing. Lolz at Maan running after Adi for kissing his sister. It's been 2 years Maan has been living such a painful life......and Geet......she is living with the kids......and she also lost her parents two years back......can't wait to know what exactly happened when they met.....lolz.......do continue soon.

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Originally posted by: shivangi783

Part 2 was really good 😊
Loved reading it 😊
It was pretty emotional!

So Geet's in Nainital 😊
Wonder how will Maan-Geet meet?

Dadi is way too caring so are Pinky and Adi 😊

Thanks for the PM 😊

Hi... thanks for the comments....
Maan and Geet will meet... soon! 😃

Originally posted by: aamirkhanfan

great update............it was emotional..........but how will maaneet meet?

thanks... Maan and Geet will meet... After all Nainital is not too far away from Delhi... 😆