ThisWasJustTheBegining-MG-FF- Chapter10 page 19 - Page 7

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CHapter6-

Maan layed down on his bed. His eyes closed thinking about the day he spent with geet. He was surprised with himself. Seeing someone so close to his heart just some inches away from him, and yet, he still can;'t have her. He opened his eyes at the sound of the thunder that kept lightening up his dark room. everything seemed very lightened up today. His eyes were red from all the tears that had escaped his eyes and he himslef had failed to notice. Maan sat infront of the window. Glaring at the heavy rainfall. He didn't understand one thing.... if Geet was over him, why did she get emotional when she saw him. Why did that tear escape her eyes when she saw him? Why did he see love for himself in her eyes still? What if Geet still loved him... what if everything was just the way it was before?

... Maan wanted to see her, he wanted to speak to her. He wanted to hear her voice.
He dialled her number, not thinking of anyone, anyhting... just to hear her voice again.
But instead someone else picked up the phone.

"Hullo?" a baby-ish cute voice came out....
"Umm.... aap kon hain ?" maan spoke, confused at who the kid was...
"Pehle batayi k who are u? I'm muski!"
"mein kon hoon... yeh mein aap ko nahi bataoun ga..." maan chuckled playfully...
"magar kyun? i told you na! i'm muski, so u should tell me now. DUSHT!"
It suddenly struck maan. This had to be Muskaan. Geet's muskaan. HIS muskaan. Geet's child and HIS child.
Maan froze for a second. This was Geet;s kid. HIS kid... unless she already had someone else in her life which to him seemed very unlikely.
"Where's your dad?" Maan asked... curious....
she was quiet for a minute... Maan could hear her breathing...
"My mommy is my dad too! i don;t need a dad!" she said almost crying..
"I'm sorry beta... i didn't mean to hurt you. Sorry! i wanted to talk to Geet. Your mom"
"why?!" she asked.
"I wanted to know if she's okay."
at that, muskaan laughed. But not out loud.
"Hey, what's the matter? and why can't u talk loudly?"
"woh, kya hai na stranger, mommy is in her bedroom. If she hears that i was talking to you, she won't give me any chocolates!"

"Oh.. so that's the case..." Maan laughed... He absolutely adored this innocent gal.
"Why do you want to know if my mommy's okay?"
"bus... yun hi..."
"Mommy's never okay. She's always sad... she doesn't like anyone. She only loves me!"
Maan felt a lump in his throat... She still was there. Where he had left her.
and now, he needs to get her back. he needs to bring her back. and he will!

"ACHA! suniye stranger ji, mommy's door opened! Bye! "
with that, muskaan hung up the phone....

***

Geet came out of her room with a confused look.
"Muskaan... were u upto something fishy?" she asked the little girl who sat on the sofa with a teddy bear beside her almost her size...

"Why would u think that mommy?" she asked innocently....
"cause i heard you were talking to someone. and i can't see anyone around here beta.."
"I WAS... amm... umm;.. i was talking to my..... TEDDYBEAR!" she blurt out and instantly hugged it.

Geet laughed along...
she kissed her forehead and headed to pinky's house in her fancy silver car.
It was 4 in the evening and the storm still hadn't gone away.
"i hate rain" geet muttered as she drove. Suddenly, the car stopped abruptly.

"Heell!" geet muttered as she walked out of the car and into the rain... Thankfully the road had been emty and the sky was clear. The rain would last for like only an hour or so. Geet stood outside in the rain, checking the car, completely drenched. The cold wind blew and started making Geet shiver. She dreaded wearing sleeveless today....

"So it's out of fuel" she spoke to herself... "how the hell am i supposed to look for a petrol pump around here?"

***

Geet turned around to see a familiar car passing by. He got out of it in the pouring rain and turned around to see Geet dripping wet. She looked like an angel... more beautiful than anything.

As soon as she saw him she closed her eyes... hoping for him to be just a hallucination... Just a dream.. just an imagination but he came close to her and spoke in his husky tone. Geet couldn't hear anyone but him. Not even the raindrops who fell hard on the ground making sounds of their own.

"Geet?" he spoke... his face and his expressions were just as blank as his tone.

"Woh..." She broke out of her trance of thoughts... "My car.. ran out of fuel."

"Come on.. get into my car... " he said simply.

Geet stood there. No motion. No emotion. Just standing...

"What now Geet?" he asked, annoyed by her stubborness.

"I don't need your help..." she spoke.. tears in her eyes that was visible to him. Even in the rain...

"Geet. Stop with all the nonsense and get in the car! the weather's going to make you fall sick. I don't want that."

"Oh ofcourse. I can survive in a Big city on my own but i cannot survive a few hours of rainy weather?" She almost shouted sarcastically. "Please don't pretend to care." She scoffed out and turned to walk towards her car but before she could move any further he grabbed her rist and pulled her close. The grip was tight and it hurt. Geet was close to him... Their faces, just inches apart... And she could feel his cool breath on her face.

"Enough Geet. Tumhe kya lagta hai? K i pretend to care? Tum mujhe kabhi nahi samajh payein geet. You never understood me!" He spoke angrily.

"Leave my hand Maan. Mujhe dard horaha hai" Geet struggled to get her hand out of his grip...

"AUR mujhe dard nahi hota Geet? When you are so close to me, but i still can't have you. Knowing that you are still there... and i still love you but i can't have you beside me? Nahi.. Tumhe kya farq parta hai. Why am i even saying these things? It's not like the raindrops will wash out my pains..."

She listened to those words. Her eyes stinging and she was shivering. He still didn't leave her hand. And everything was crystal clear. He loved her... He was hurt. She was hurt. And they could do nothing about it. Geet closed her eyes... mesmerized by this moment where he confessed... But she was not guilty. Her eyes snapped open. He didn't make an effort to even come and get her. He left her alone... In that city.. if it wasn't for Mehta uncle, she would have died by now.

Geet didn't say anything and Maan pulled her into the front seat of her car.

The drive was silent... Not awkward. They both were lost in their own train of thoughts...

Geet was lost in herself. She didn't know what to think. She just stared at the car window.. Breathing slowly and glancing at him every now and then...

Maan wished he could tell her the truth. The way he asked Mr.Mehta to take care of Geet. The way he refused but still found her and took care of her.

" i can take it from here." Geet replied as maan stopped his car infront of the area where pinky lived..

"Geet" he called... and she turned around automatically.

"Mr.Mehta ki project ki launch party kal hai. At crystal hall... the same place"

"I know-" geet cut in... "I'll be there"

How could she have forgotten? That night.. that dance.. that moment...

~*~*~*

Mr.Mehta helped Geet to only a certain extent. He gave her a place to live and a job. But Geet wasn't the one to depend on him for everything. After earning a certain amount of money and after repaying him, she set out to work somewhere else, studied and became an employee of one of the most brilliant company and made her own "Pehchaan".
People questioned her, taunted her, thought bad of her of being a single mom. But she did not give a damn to them. Maan had taught her to not care about society when she knew that she was right. She was ever so grateful about him being her saviour, her support system and loved him for staying by her side... Until... she revealed the truth. But she hadn't even listened to what he had to say and blamed herself for leaving without giving him time...

~*~*~*

"Hmm... so Ms.Geet handa needs to go shopping!" Pinky spoke...

"I don't want to go Pinky! can u get a dress for me? I hate shopping! Pretty please?" Geet pleaded.

"Nuh-Uh Geet! I already got a sari for you! It's a gift!"

"Really Pinky?" Geet said amazed... and hugged her best friend tightly...

"Oh thankyou so Much Pinky! thankyou thankyou thankyou!"

Pinky took out a box out of her closet which was neatly wrapped in wrapping paper.

Geet impatiently tore the paper and opened the box to find a wonderful, dazzling red sari.

"OhMyGod! Pinky.... this is... Wow! " Geet said, amazed at how beautiful this was. The sparkly stones made the sari look gorgeous!

"thankyou so much Pinky! I love this!"

"I'm glad you do! So you're going to wear this tomorow? Ooh la la! You are going to look Beautiful Geet!"

"Hmm.. yeah.. I needed something for tomorow. Mind if uncle take cares of Muski for tomorow night? This is office thing so you'll be there too.. "

"ofcourse he can! He loves muskaan! He says it reminds me of the time when i was a baby! "

"aww!" They both laughed, talked and felt like time had flown by! They revised old memories, laughed on them, cried, and felt happy for what life has given to them....

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