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Hey Guys! So i started out the chapter to be something of that "serious" sort and it surprisingly became short. I hope you guys enjoy it. Do hit the like button if it's not possible to comment....
And pray that the last part & the epilogue are long enough! 😆
-Chapter Twenty Nine-
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Geet woke up by the sound of the buzzer, the bright morning and she wouldn't be able to view the same scenery from her window again every morning. She slowly pushed herself off her bed, slowly picking out her blackberry from her bedside table, only to see more than fifty texts by her friends, all congratulating her for the engagement. Maan had never been in favor of engagements, which is why they were going to just marry the next day.
She caught another text which was by Maan as she scrolled down her cell phone.
"Just before we get married, I would want to see you here, at 8.3o sharp…"
He gave the address of a place that Geet had never heard of. But how can he be so careless? Geet wondered, all the preparations, today would have been the busiest day of her life. But she couldn't just ditch him like that, she had caused him enough trouble in the past and wasn't willing of causing him trouble any more.
She instantly texted Priya and Vicky, "Busy tonight," they would understand exactly why she would be busy.
The day, she asked her mom and her sister to take care of all the preparations for tomorrow, and her mom told her to not fret over it, something that she had been doing for possibly the whole week. The house was already a mess, with all their friends staying; there wasn't an end to all the partying. Loud wedding songs usually blared out the speakers in the main family room, where the girls usually enjoyed dancing and singing and having sleepovers. Geet's room had been even messier than any place in the house.
Geet didn't let anyone notice her absence that night; she didn't want the girls to make a big deal out of anything. And Priya helped her accomplish her mission. Geet wore a rather simple dress as she left for the place.
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The drive was pretty long, and Geet felt thankful that she had left a bit early. The driver drove through the lonely roads and to a place where she had been before. The farmhouse, Sam and Maan's farmhouse.
Geet didn't feel like going in there. But she knew she had to. If he had asked her to be there, then she had to. This might have been something important, something related to Maan and she had promised to always be there for him. Always. Geet's hands were cold, colder than ice, she felt as she walked out of her car and slowly towards the entrance of the hallway. She knew she'd find photo frames of Sam with Maan all over the place, a reminder to what he had gone through in his past and possibly the only reason why she didn't feel like going. She entered the dark hall, her hands shaking for no reason as she looked around in search of him.
Her throat had gone sore, for some odd reason and Geet wished she'd had taken some medicine before coming, because by the looks of it, her voice didn't seem to come out of her mouth. She tried again to call Maan but was unsuccessful. She looked around the dark room, which seemed like it was haunted and called again, "Maan?" with an extremely croaky voice.
The lights of the room flickered open, and revealed a much cleaner place.
Shock.
Geet felt astonished.
Only to see that the photo frames on the walls had been removed, and on their place hung the pictures of her.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she noticed that those pictures were of every moment she had spent with Maan.
The picture when she first met him in her house.
The picture of her birthday party.
The picture of their first and possibly their most "casual" date.
The picture of when they got married in the court.
Almost everything.
She heard footsteps advancing towards her, and suddenly, her cold iced fingers turned warmer, under the overwhelming experience.
But before Geet could turn, she felt a hand on her shoulder and his face just beside her ear. "You are my past, my future and my present Geet, sirf tum" he whispered as Geet managed to slip a tear without his notice, or so as she thought.
"Well, you can do without crying," He turned her and wiped the tear that had escaped.
"Where-?"Geet started to ask, but before she could complete her question, he answered.
"I didn't throw the pictures of course," Maan replied, most likely reading Geet's mind. "I put them somewhere safe, but they are only fragments of my past. Something that has gone and will never come back"
"This is one of the hardest things that anyone can do Maan, it's not hard to forget" Geet replied, looking at him now, in the eye.
"It never was, until you came along…" He replied as he pulled her into his arms, the only place where he felt comfort.
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