New FF: New York times with Maan and Geet - Page 102

Part 44 ' Hosiarpur Convention Center.

Loved Maan's mono here ' a teenager in love..and where he could turn the wheels any way he wanted'because it was India and not NY.😉😉

I cannot believe Brij slapped her multiple times. I wonder when gender biases will be eliminated from this world. Specially in South Asian culture, why is a girl not allowed to speak up in front of her elders and especially males. 'Izzat' has the topmost spot on the ladder. If you do not listen to your husband and his family or if you raise your voice, it is considered that you are going against the family, the culture and the traditions. Girls and women should always obey and listen, than only they are considered good/cultured girls.

Why is so hard for our parents to understand? What is more important ' your daughter's happiness or izzat that you are suppose to maintain because that has been the root of the cultural norms of South Asian society? And why is there so much pressure to listen to elders. Respecting elders is one thing, but having to listen to them when they are wrong is completely different. Urghhh😡

I loved it how Geet wanted to go see Maan when he was sneezing'..and how she was questioning herself if she should go or not. Just her question is it acceptable? Her heart does have Maan written all over it, but still she has not given her the "HAK" (Right) to accept Maan as hers. Maan has given the 'HAK' to Geet, but Geet has not given that 'HAK' to herself.

I loved how Maan said ' I wanted her to have her moment of realization. 👍🏼

'he was my very own sanctuary''..😍

She had come to see her family..her own blood related family'but they bothered her'with their talks, thoughts, actions'..just like in the song' when she was dancing away'.

Unlike that day..when she was yearning and longing for him to take her away'today she felt it herself'today..when she was leaving Hosiarpur..she realized that where she was going today that was towards Maan'.it was towards serenity and calmness'she did not have to explain herself to anyone over there. She was already accepted for what she is and always will be. She was going towards Maan'who was her own sanctuary. She walked towards him herself.

Love.

Rachana

love ur story and Maneet r so unique...........

I'm almost done with my part :-) yay Another 10 mins

Part 47 Leaf in the wind.

24. There was nothing important about that number. It was not strange that I was an even number aged woman falling for an odd guy. He was odd because he was nothing like the other men in my life.

I remembered the first time I met him at the airport "Aapko lagi tho nahin..." "Lagi..."

Babaji, Kya kal raat sach tha..yaah sirf mere ankhon mein basae hua khwab? My bracelet jingled a little.

I woke up to check once again. I had done that a couple of times all through the night when I knew for sure he was asleep. I was still in his arms. I checked the time it was 6.00 AM. He was sleeping peacefully. I didnt know how to get to the bed without waking him up. My feet were numb and I wanted to move it a bit....agar woh vut jaate tho?. I tried to lie still on his chest. I could hear his heartbeat for the room was as silent as the grave of my past. His warm breath hitting my forehead brought back memories from that cold evening "Just try...I will walk with you..." He woke up with a jerk, for a teardrop had flown down from the corner of my eye and landed on his bare chest.

Maan:'Geet...tum ro rahi ho?"

He lifted my chin to look at me.

Maan:"Kya hua?"

Oh! Maan please...mere liye itna care mat kijiye. I dont deserve it. Main unke pyaar main mit jaa rahi thi.

Geet:"Kuch nahin. I have just one word for you. Thank you."

He smiled and rested my head on his chest.

Geet:"I think you should sleep on the bed for sometime. You must have been uncomfor..."

He placed his hand on my lips and swayed a NO.

Maan:"Main bilkul comfortable tha, aur hoon."

I got up and went to freshen up. I was about to get into the shower when I remembered i didnt have change of clothes. Oops! main yeh kaise bhool gaiye? I had another set of other essentials but just lacked a kurti and salwar. I called out to shrivastavji to have him show me the washer. I have to wait for a full hour to have it washed and dried. I wanted to shower and get ready before he came back from the gym, but that wouldn't be possible if I was going to wait until the clothes were washed. I locked the door to his room and went ahead for the shower. I came and checked his closet to see if there was anything at all I could wear. Nothing would fit me except his kurta. I took the one that seemed like he had used once and had not been washed yet. I slipped into it. His perfume still lingered on that was driving me crazy. I switched on the iron box to dry my clothes properly, just in case they were still wet from the dryer. I took my iphone and played some songs in the meantime. "Marjaawan from Fashion" was playing. It brought the same emotions that I had experienced last night. It induced the same trance in me. I put it on repeat and wanted to get my clothes.

I peeped out the door to see if anyone was in the hallway. I bent down and ran to the laundry room.

I was thankful that the laundry room was not far away from his room.

<Maan's monologue>

I tried to run upstairs as quickly as possible to see who it was.

She was running to the room from the laundry room. She had the sweetest frown on her face for I was sure she was concerned that someone would see her dressed in....what...my kurta?

I had not realized that until that moment. I was not going to miss it for the world. I raced to the top of the stairs and waited until she was about to close the doors behind her. I sped to the door and slipped in. She placed the clothes on the nearby table and unplugged the iron box. The room was silent and out of nowwhere a song started playing. The song was adding to my need for her.

She turned to pick up her clothes and that's when she saw me. Her eyes were wide in shock. For a moment I thought she was going to faint and so I rushed to her side to hold her, but she was running backwards. She turned and was cornered for she was against the wall. I leaned on her back.

<Geet's monologue>

My front was against the wall and he closed the distance as he was leaning on my back. He was breathing hard and mine was matching his pace. He tangled his hands with mine and lifted to tie them around my waist. Maan...I whispered.

"Geeli geeli chahat ki jaise lat hai,

Mar jawaan, mar jawaan,

Tere ishq pe mar jawaan,

Mar jawaan, mar jawaan,"

He chased down the water droplets on my neck, right behind my shoulder. I was still slowly burning, but this time in his passion. He turned to face me. He slid his arms around my waist and pulled me closer by my back. My hands were rising up to grasp his bare arms.

"Bheege bheege armaano ki rahad hai, Haii"

His lips were close. My eyes closed for I didnt have it in me, to take in, all that was about to happen for I needed my stregth to endure the moment. His lips lingered close to mine. He prolonged the moment not because he hesitated, but to heighten the senses.

"Geeli geeli khwahish bhi to behad hai,

Mar jawaan, mar jawaan,

Tere ishq pe mar jawaan"

<Maan's monologue>

I was already tied to her in everyway. She was in my kurta. What else was I to ask for, to make it the one moment that will last for a lifetime? I was lost in her. Her wet hair and her scent that lingered in the air...the music....

I craved for different pleasures now for I had been crossing boundaries with her often. She took it calmly for she had the same needs that drove me to do what I did. Geet....What had she done to me? My love for her was driving me crazy.

And the phone rang....

I did not have the heart to let her go, but she pulled back slowly. She couldn't meet my eyes. She shied away. She moved to get her clothes and went into the bathroom to change.

The phone kept ringing. I picked up. It was Yash.

Yash:"Hi MK...How are you? And Meera is giving a shout out to you...She is in the kitchen"

Maan:"Good...how are you? Give my Hi to Meera. How are things at office?"

We chatted briefly about couple of statuses.

Yash:"I actually called to get Geet's home number. Her cell is not reachable"

Maan:'Hmmm hold on...she should be out any minute..."

I knocked on the bathroom...

Geet:"I'm coming...Just a minute"

Back in NY...

Yash:"Meera, jaldi...aao...she is with MK."

Meera:"What? Are you serious? Oh! my god...I'm sure something is happening.."

<Meera's monologue>

I asked Yash to turn on the speaker.

Geet:"Hi Yash..."

Meera & Yash:"Happy birthday Geet..."

Geet:"Thank you..."

She was happy. I could hear it in her voice.

Geet:"How are you people? I miss you so much"

Meera:"We are good...This place is so silent without you."

Geet:"Hmmmm...."

"Hmmmm" Why didnt she say anything...

<Geet's monologue>

He was sitting on the bed and was playing with my bracelet in my hand as I stood next to him. He was making me nervous.

Meera:"Kuch bolti kyon nahin....accha...aaj ka kya plans hai..."

Geet:"Kuch nahin...I think we will be at home. He has a bad cold..."

Meera:"Yash hato...I need to talk to her...ab speaker main nahin hain...bolo...kya hai yeh sab? Tum MK ke ghar mein?"

Geet:"Hmmm....Kuch bhi nahi...Yahan pe visa appointment ke liye aayi thi...tho ek din ke liye vunke ghar pe tehari hoon."

Meera:"Aur woh bhi birthday ke din? Geet...you cant hide anymore...bol do..."

Geet:"Meer...its my birthday..please...aaj tho chod do..."

He looked at me. He guessed what we were talking about.

Meera:"Accha teek hain...Yash has been wanting to talk to you about soemthing...I have to go...I'm cooking..baad main call karti hoon...Once again enjoy your day"

Geet:"Thanks...Chal...bye Meer"

Yash:"Geet...Meer is gone...listen carefully I need a favor."

Geet:"Bolo Yash..."

Yash:"I have selected three rings for Meer at a DeBeers dealer...I liked all of the three...but can you do me a favor? Can you go see them in person and pick the one that is best?"

Geet:"Yash...main kaise jaa sakthi hoon? Common..."

Yash:"No all the three are good...actually beautiful, the thing is, I just want to get the right size and I want you to pick it up"

Geet:"I will go there and call you... listen main sirf Meer ke liye kar rahi hoon...samje..."

Yash:"Ok...I will be awake...call me anytime. Bye"

Geet:"Bye..."

I sat next to him. My head was down. I couldnt look at him.

I was stammering.

Geet:"Actually...yash needs a favor...will you drive me to a place?"

Maan:"Haan...main abhi tayar hoke aata hoon"

Geet:"Aapne toh pooche bhi nahin ki kahan jaa rahen hain..."

Maan:"Tumhe to pata hain na?"

Geet:"Ji..."

He walked into the bathroom with the towel. Why did it seem like we were living a couple's life? Seem like? We were.

Knowingly or unknowingly I had walked too far way with him, perhaps even beyond the point of return.

Did I regret giving away all that I felt for him? But he seemed happy; he no longer closed down on me.

His blind turst in me moved me. He was walking wherever I led him.

Daadiji didnt know it was my birthday and I forbid him from telling anyone. I had all the wishes in the world from him already. We were ready and all set to go. We reached the mall and he parked.

Maan:"Actually how long do you think it will take?"

Geet;"Kyon...aap andar nahin aa rahe hain?"

Maan:"Hmmm...What is the time? 11.30...ok. I will come"

I totally didnt understand what he was talking about.

We walked to the diamond shop. The mall was chic, I didnt know Delhi had changed so much in the last five years.

Reporter1:"Jaldi...yahan pe ek unit bejo. I just saw MK with a girl. We always get him in Business, this time we might have some matrial for Page 5"

As we entered the shop the shop owner smiled and nodded at him. Did they know each other before?

The shop was out of the world with diamonds everywhere. I had entered the world of stars for they had custom lights fixed on top of them to make them twinkle.

I felt like a kid at a candy shop. He looked at me and smiled. I went around eyeing some pieces. Then I called Yash and gave his phone to the dealer.

The dealer then picked up the exact pieces and placed it on a velvet cloth.

I liked all three. Now I was confused and so I called upon him.

Geet:"Maan kaunsa achha lag raha hain?"

He came and took a look at it.

Maan:"Teeno ok hain..."

Geet:"Ok...toh aapke liye yahan pe kausa wala best hain?"

He went around the shop and didnt find any. He came back and spoke to the owner. He gave some specifications for which the owner smiled and nodded.

Owner:"Haan...aise piece hain...andar hain...ek minute"

The owner got the piece.

Owner:"Ye lijiye...Forever collection"

It didn't look much different, but I was sure there was some difference for it was not on display.

He picked it up and gave it to me.

Maan:"This one to me is the best among what is in the store"

Owner:"Try kijiye na madam."

I tried it on for size, it was perfect and once the size was confirmed I asked for the price.

Owner:"Sorry madam bura mat maaniye...aapke friend isse afford nahin kar sakte...his range was from 4 - 5 lakhs"

Geet:"Toh yeh kitne ka hain?"

The ring shone on my fingers for I moved it in the light directly on top of me.

The owner simply smiled.

Geet:"Aap nahin bolenge to hame kaise pata chalega?"

Maan:"1.3"

Geet:"So...this is in the range right?"

Owner:"Lakhs nahin madam...crores...approx 290K USD"

I panicked...what was I wearing? I can never going to earn that much momey in my entire life or even if I did I would never spend it on a ring.

I tried to remove it, but it wouldn't come off.

Geet:"Maan...please...yeh nikahliye na"

He hesitated, but gave in to help me.

As he was helping me, couple of people walked inside the store.

They snapped pictures. Babaji...yeh kya ho raha hain?

Maan:"Geet we have to leave."

He looked at the owner and said that he will get back later.

Reporter1"MK so finally you are tying the knot? When is the event?

Reporter2:"Kya aap aapke mangetaar se milvayenge"

Reporter1"Where did you meet? Kaunse Khandan se shaadi kar rahe hai?"

Reporter2:"Is this about closing a business deal, or is it a love marriage?"

My head was swirling. Babaji...main yeh kaun se chakkar main phase gaye? He was dragging me by my hand. I couldn't see anything for the flashes were blinding my eyes.

Reporter1:"Will you let us cover your marriage? Yah abhi shaadi hogaya hai?"

Reporter2:"Aapko ek exclusive dena hi padega...Delhi ka most eligible bachelor is finally out of the list"

He was avoiding the questions and was trying to walk ahead. It was just 5 people surrounding us, but it was getting difficult. These people just didnt give up. They swarmed us like bees. Why was he most wanted?

My dupatta was stuck in the door. I let go of his hand and went to get it out. One of the photographers followed me to get a close up. I raised my hands to guard my face. The photographer came too close and I panicked and hit the door and slipped. It took me a moment to get back on my feet. He was angry. He came to hold my hand and took the camera from the photographer's hand and thrahsed it on the floor. He put his hand around me and shielded me and we walked to the parking lot. The reporters kept running behind us, asking us weird questions that didn't even make sense. I knew what was happening and how this was going to come across, but the fact that he had reacted concerned me. Is this normal for the press? Or did they take such things seriously? He threw me inside the car and got to the other side.

Maan:"Main ne kahan na No commnets..."

He got in and drove. I closed my eyes and leaned back to take it all that had just happened. I had no clue what had happened. This could be nothing or the biggest disaster of my life. How will I go back to Hoshiarpur? Babaji, yeh aap ne kya kar diya? I couldnt control my tears. He tried to stop the car after some covering some distance. He punched into the steering wheel. He was nervous too. He was rubbing his forehead and that wasn't a good sight. He took a deep breath and he turned to me.

Maan:"Geet tum teek tho ho? I'm sorry...I couldn't"

Geet:"Ji....yeh..sab...what is all this?"

Maan:"Kuch nahin...sab main dek loonga"

Geet:"Lekin yeh log aapke peeche kyon pade hua hain?"

Maan:"They just need news that's all they care about, tum gabravo mat...I will take care"

<Maan's monologue>

I knew we were going to a ring shop. I should have had some control. I tried to keep a low profile from the time I had come. I didnt pick her up even at the airport. Now I need to find out who these guys are. They had a green nametag. That's all I could see. I wanted to make the call right now.

Maan:"Haan...Main Maan Singh Khurana bol raha hoon...I want the entire PR team at the mansion in 15 mts"

<Geet's monologue>

I had found the answer to my question that I had all along. I didnt know who was Maan Singh Khurana. PR? He had a team of Public relations let alone one PR to manage? What kind of a deep crevice had I gotten myself into? One question tortured me. Why didn't I just go back home last night? Where could this lead me? Could I ever step into Hoshiarpur again? Not that I didnt trust him, but I had heard how our News channels had become gossipmongers. If they were making stories out of a cat that got onto the tree by mistake, then what will they make of this? News channels ran on intense drama nowadays and gave a stiff competition to daily soaps. These thoughts made me sob. He stopped the car and held my hand.

Maan:"Geet...Kuch nahin hain. We can handle it. Please mein hoon tumhare saat"

I couldn't stop my tears, he kept convincing me all the way to the mansion. My mind kept going back to the last three months. Why did I even leave Toronto? That was the first question. Everything else was secondary. Even if I came to NY, why did I trouble him with hot chocolate and stuff? He was in his own world, content. No, I had to drag him along to experience my ill luck. I didnt know who I was blaming. Him or me? Babaji yeh kab katam hoga?

<Maan's monologue>

We reached home. I went around to get the door for her. She got up and walked along, but then she fainted in a few steps. I knew she wouldn't be able to take this. It was too much on the nerves when you are not exposed to this side of life. I was used to it. I picked her up and took her inside. Daadima and Shrivastav were waiting near the door. They looked concerned, but about what? I lay her down on the couch. The whole PR team was seated on the other side. I didn't care. She had to regain consciousness before I could talk to them.

Maan:"Pani.....Jaldi...Shrivastav"

I screamed. I could never see her like that. Geet....

Maan:"Geet...vuto...hum ghar aagaye..."

Daadima placed her hands on my shoulder.

<Daadima's monologue>

Bagwan kare yeh jo bhi ho raha hai...inke bale ke liye ho. Pata nahin isse inke rishte mein kya daraar aane waala hain

<Maan's monologue>

Daadima:"Maan beta. Shanth ho jayiye..Sab teek ho ga"

I lifted her to rest on my shoulder and sprinkled some water. She was slowly coming back. I wanted to assure myself. She woke up with a sob. She tried to get up and pull herself together. Daadima sat on her other side. What had I done? I shouldnt have gone with her and put her into such trouble? I watched her until she stabilized. She got some water and drank the same. Once I was sure she was fine, I got up to talk to my team. She and Daadima continued to sit there to listen in.

Maan:"Hmmm...Actually I was at the Mall with Geet...yeah sorry I forgot to introduce. This is Geet. I was with Geet at the Mall and some photographers chased us down. I want you guys to handle it....anything it takes. Samjhe jitne bhi peti chaiye, leke javo I dont care how much it costs, bas baat hamare beech hona chaiye"

PR1: "What did they question about? The usual? Shaadi vagare vagare?"

Maan:"Haan..."

PR1:"Toh Do you want to go back and give a statement? Agar voh chaapenge toh hum vapas ek press statement de denge"

PR2:"Apne vahan pe kuch nahin kaha na MK?"

Maan:"I have been handling this for a long time. Aap kya samajte hain, yeh Khurana Khandan ke liye naya hain?"

<Geet's monologue>

This was a whole different world. Their lingo was new to me. I held onto Daadima's hand.

PR3:"Nahin...its not that MK. Lekin aap ke news hamesha Business ke sil sile mein hota hai. They want news and gossip about accquistions and mergers, lekin yeh toh Page 5 ka hain"

Maan:"I don't care...Nothing gets on Page 5 or anywhere"

PR3:"Sir, aap ke Page 5 ka article do saal se aise hi chal raha hain...it keeps showing on and off. This will definitely pick up some moss. We should not take this lightly. Everyone wants to know Khurana Khandan ka ek hi waaris kisse se shaadi karna chahta hain"

Maan:"Stop this nonsense. Maine aap logon ko yahan issue solve karne ke liye bhulaya hain, mujhe salah de ke liye nahin"

Daadima:"Maan beta shaanth ho jaiye. They are right. Aap vahan gusse se kuch nahin kiya na?"

Maan:"Nahin...Daadima..actually no I might have broken a camera. I dont know"

PR1:"Aap ye pehle kyon nahin batiye...I'm sorry MK. You have to tell us what is your relationship with Geet?"

Maan:"Dekiye that is unnecessary for you"

One of the PR guy gets a phone call and panicks.

PR5:"Sir please TV on kijiye na. It was not a newspapaper team. Woh toh TV waale te"

Shrivastav instantly turned on the TV.

The reporter in the TV spoke on...

"Toh break ke baad aapko Taaza Gapshap main phir se swagat karti hoon. Aur maine waada kiya ki aapko Maan Singh Khurana ke baare main kuch news doongi, and I'm here to keep up the same.

Aaj ka taaza khabar ye hain ki Delhi ke most eligible bachelor ab bachelor nahin rahe. I know girls, it is hurting already. Lekin Dil pe haat rakiye or Take it easy keha dijiye. Ab aap sab log interested honge ki Kaun ho sakti hain jo Maan Singh Khurana ke heartthrob hain."

<Geet's monologue>

All the while as she spoke, they showed some old pictures of him alone at some functions, one on a daiz, another at a fashion show with daadiji, another as if he was signing something and shaking hands with someone. Why had I not seen all this? Was he running away from this? He had a different life in NY. Why was he living a double life?

<TV Reporter>

Aur kis ke liye Maan Khurana hamare office ke camera bhi tod chuke hain? He was trying to rescue his damsel in distress. Arey Maan Sir, Hum vutna bura nahin hain jitna aap soch te hain...

Khabar ye hain ke he was shopping for his sweet heart. Was this an anniversary present? Aur hum anniversary kyon keha rahe hain? Aap sab log ke mind main bahuth saare question hoga. aur iskeliye hum aapko le chalte hain Delhi Airport. Airport kyon? Ek aur question. Humare team se pata chala hain ki Maan Singh Khurana ke saat dikhi gayi ladki, yaahan ka high society ka nahin hain. Toh hume laga ki woh zaroor Mr. Maan se New York main hi mili hongi. Toh hum airport pe bhi kuch jasoosi kiye...

Haan Inke sweet heart ko recieve karne ke liye khud Maan Singh Khurana aaye the airport. Haye Haye...hame pata nahin te ke aap itne romantic hain Mr. Maan.

<Maan's monologue>

Everyone in the room was sitting with their hands on their head including her. The only difference was that she was sobbing too. I wanted to console her, but I couldnt. How can I? I had runied her life now.

<TV Reporter>

Haan...Hello...

On site Reporter: " Aaj hamare saat hain Chief customs officer Mr.Singhal.Singhal Saab,kya aap keh sakte hain ki Maan Singh Khurana ka shaadi ho gaya hain?"

Mr. Singhal:"Ji Haan....He called me personally and asked to recieve Geet"

On site Reporter:"Kya hain vunka naam?"

Mr. Singhal:"Geet...Geet Khurana"

On site Reporter:"Toh iska matlab hain ke Geet aur Maan ke shaadi ho chuka hain. Singhal Saab, kya aapko pata hain ki Geet kahan se aaye the?"

Mr.Singhal:"She came from New York.She said it's a short trip to meet the family members"

On site reporter:"Singhal Saab, Kya kuch aur add karna chahte hain?"

Mr.Singhal:"Actually, hume kuch galti hogaya tha Mrs Khurana ko identify karne main...toh voh bahuth gussa ho gaye the. Naye Naye shadi hue couple jaise lag rahe the"

On site Reporter:"Thank you Mr. Singhal, Taaza Gapshap ke liye Sharma reporting.

Toh aakhir Savitri Devi aur Khurana Khandan ke liye bahu mil hi gaya. Aur Hum aapko Millionaire Maan Singh Khurana ke Shaadi ke baare main kal batayenge, aur bhi gapshap ke saath.. Shruti Signing off...Taaza Gapshap Dekte rahiye Chao"

<Maan's monologue>

I threw the remote down. I didnt know what to do. How bad was this? Was this a one-time thing?

It didnt seem like for the phones at home went off all of a sudden, including all the phones of my PRs.

She looked like she was in trauma. True it was one. I made a decision instantly.

Maan:"We will not react to this. Hum kuch nahi kahenge"

Daadima:"Lekin Maan beta aap Geet ke baare mein sochiye"

Maan:"Daadima Main Geet se baat karoonga"

I left the room and went back to the bedroom. She followed. I was standing with my back to her, for I was not at all mentally prepared for this. How should I convince her that this was a part of OUR life? We could easily scrape through if we dont react. Will she agree? But before I could start

Geet:"Kya zaroorat thi woh sab karne ke liye?"

Maan:"Maine Kya kiya Geet?"

Geet:"Wahi...camera todna...vutna drama ki kya zaroorat thi? hum vahan pe khade hoke do sawaal answer karne se kya hoja ta?"

I was surprised she was turning the plate on me. She was still crying but her voice had stabilized and her tone was stern. She was mad at me. Her eyes spoke anger.

Maan:"Tum nahin jaante ki yeh log tumhara ek shabd ko kaise use kar sakte hain. Yakeen karo mujpe...Trust me Geet. You dont know these people"

Geet:"Vutna gussa ke liye vahan pe kya ta maan? Aap hamesha itna gussa kyon karte hain? Main tang aa chuki hoon aap ke is gusse se"

Maan:"Geet...."

Geet:"Main isi gusse ke baare main baat kar rahi hoon...Aur vus din airport main bhi...agar aap jaante hain ki aapke life se media judi hui hain toh first of all why come to get me? Why even agree to come with me to the mall? Kya ek baar bhi soche nahin?"

Maan:"Geet tum ye keha rahi ho? Main kya karta Geet. I wanted to see you the moment you landed. You asked me to go someplace on your birthday, and you want me to say NO to you? I couldn't..I can't..I will not. Kya media mere zindagi main hone se, main insaan nahin hoon"

I was surprised at the way she was talking. Was she blaming me for this? My image has been equally slashed in public as well

Maan:"Geet main tumhari zindagi barbaad karne ki kyon soochonga?"

Geet:"Nahin soche is liye ye sab hua...Vahan se naa baagte toh shayad ye sab news pe bhi nahi aata..."

Maan:"Geet...I did what I always did. I can't go back and change anything now. Aur tumhe in sab main experience bhi nahin"

<Geet's monologue>

Geet:"Toh ab aap mere sochne ke efficiency pe bhi doubt kar rahe hain. No Maan. I think you are wrong. Had we not run from them, had we stood there and talked to them, they would have got the picture right"

Maan:"Geet you are not living in this world. Yes they probably would have understood if some raam singh ya pyarelal was standing there and talking to them. They want to make news about me. Do you want me to prove it to you? I can. Whatever you would have told them would have come out differently. It doesn't matter. They read between sentences. They dont take things at face value like you"

I dont know may be they twist things, but he definitely could have cared less in front of others.

Geet:"Aisa kyon ho raha hain mere zindagi main...Abhi abhi main ghir ke vuti hoon..toh phir se yeh drama... Aap ki is gusse ne kya kya leka agaya hain mere zindagi main..."

Maan:"Geet....Mere wajah se...Tum samaj rahi ho...ki yeh sab mere wajah se"

<Maan's monologue>

She was clearly blaming me. There was just one thing I have been guilty of and that was when I made her run towards the alley.

Geet:"Main sirf yeh kehna chahti hoon..."

Why doesnt he ever listen to anyone in his anger? Babaji, please inhe shanth kijiye...

Maan:"Teek hai...agar yeh baat hain...agar tum samaj thi ho ke mere tumhare zindagi main hone se yeh sab kuch hua hain to teek hain...Hum ek doosre se dhoor rehna hi behtar hain..."

<Geet's monologue>

Why did he say that? I was just making a point that we could have averted all this. Why doesnt he understand that his anger was bringing so many problems between us? He could be wrong too sometimes. He stormed out of the room without waiting for even a second. I followed him for I wanted to know if he was going to tell them anything.

Daadima:"Maan beta, Baat hui? I think you should talk to the press"

Maan:"Nahin Daadima...Mujhe kisiko explanation dene ke liye zaroorat nahin hain"

He turned and looked at me.

Maan:"Jise samaj na hain...voh khud samaj lenge"

Daadima:"Yeh aap kya keha rahein hain Maan. Hamne socha ki aap dono ki shaadi..."

Maan:"Daadima..."

He screamed.It was the second time. He was a ticking time bomb at that moment. I ran to stand behind Daadima.

Maan:"Mera zindagi public or press nahin dictate karega...Main jaanta hoon ki kya karna hain. Hum is maamle main react nahin karenge ab. Aur meri vajah se kisi ki zindagi main aanch bhi nahin aane doonga. Hum isme bahuth interest denge toh we are feeding them. Iske baare main ab koi baath nahin karega...Aur aap sab bhi ab jaa sakte hain"

He turned and called out to the PRs. I had never seen him command a room. Everyone ran and froze at the same time. I now understood why Daadima struggled with him too. He was way above everyone else. He was indeed, so many layers. I closed my eyes and his face from last night came back to me. Ek insaan main itna contrast kaise ho sakta hain? Last night he was a man who needed acknowledgement of his love, his passion. The skin on my cheeks had a burn in the same place he had kissed them. Maan...aap kahan gaye?

<Maan's monologue>

My perfect world had crashed. This morning I had waited one long moment to kiss her lips and now the very same lips had come back to blame me. She was my everything and I couldn't see, for her to stand and tell me that I had caused this to her. Her acceptance mattered the most to me. When had I started seeking that, I didnt know? She was my mast that turned me every which way. I had lost her forever. I had one more thing to do. She can't stay here. Aah...she had to go back to Hoshiarpur, for if the press sees her at the mansion, I will drive the message to them once again. This has to stop. My head was hurting badly.

Maan:"Geet...tumhara bag pack karo...hum hoshiarpur jaa rahe hain...ab mera zimedaar banta hain ki tumhe vahan tak pahunchana vuske baad...."

<Geet's monologue>

Nahin Maan....please...hum kahan se kahan aa gaye hain. Aap se hamesha intna behas kyon hota hain? Are we not compatible in anyway? Kya aap meri baat kabhi nahi samaj payenge? Aur kal jab main Hoshiarpur jaa rahi ti, tab aap itna gussa kar rahe te...aur ab aap mujhe Hoshiarpur chode ne jaa rahen hain...Aap mujse ek baat bhi nahi pooche? Nahin...Main bhi aapki kat putli nahin banoongi.

Our paths had split that instant and perhaps they were irrepairable.

Maan:"Tumhare ghar waalon se bhi maafi maangloonga"

She looked at me with such anger and confusion, I wasnt sure what affected her more. All that had happened between us since last night tormented me. She flashed infront of my eyes, her cheeks flushed,

the way she looked at me when I kissed her, How happy she was when I gave her the bracelet...Had I lost it all in split seconds?

We had reached a T-junction, the one I feared all this while. Life had changed in a handful of hours. I didnt know what was goign to show up next.

I felt like the leaf that was being blown away by the little whirl wind that touched it. Will it take me towards her?

Ok. People as I already told Pushpi, I'm trembling in my tracks. What is the verdict? True this is how the story has been planned, but I just wrote it today. Hopefully i have covered all the loose ends. Ho sake tho, read the first scene until "And the phone rang" with Marjawan song in the background. It killed me. Infact I wrote the whole part with the song on repeat. I got so carried away that I made him kiss her on the lips and then edited it out later.

I got a lot of comments and so I'm very happy. Tomorrow's part is even more difficult. So no commitment there. I will try and finish. But as I said it 3.34 AM in the morning and I started around 7.30 PM so 8 hours without a break...Hmmm..not sure if I can do it tomorrow. Please post and comment.By the way I wore my pandora after a long time. It's quite heavy so I don't use it that often, but after yesterdays post I badly wanted to wear it.

Pandora's Box:

nice update

nice happy &sad update mixture of expressions
waiting for everything 2 b alright between maaneet
plzz let it b tht way &nt seperating them😕

Typical maan nd geet.....!!!lolz.... loved it...... Till d phone rang....... But its a interesting twist...... I m thinkinw about her families reaction nd brij........ Oh poor geet.

Wow!