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Irrevocably Yours
Chapter Thirty Six
Final
Maan held onto her tightly as her legs began to buckle on their own accord. Unable to restrain the rush of overwhelming emotions that constricted within her heart, Geet embraced Maan in a heart wrenching hug. Grasping his face on the palm of her hands, Geet began to gently place various kisses onto his face. Maan felt the tears coursing down her flushed cheeks, whilst she continued to thankfully flower him with her gratitude. 'Do you even exist?' she whispered emotionally, 'are you real?'
Maan looked down upon her face and smiled at her amazed words. 'Well if I weren't real, that would mean for the passed few minutes, you have been kissing and clutching the air instead'. Geet laughed at his comment, 'no but seriously, can a man like you even exist?' she continued to blabber on.
He pulled her against his hard body, 'no one could ever be like Maan Singh Khurana' he whispered as he leaned closer towards her face. 'And for the record, I'm definitely real - and I can prove it'. That said, he silenced her protests with a searing kiss. So entirely preoccupied with his kiss, Geet did not realize that once again Maan had lifted her in his arms, without breaking the kiss and was now heading towards their new home.
Maan entered the house and reluctantly broke the consuming kiss, 'did I mention how beautiful you look today?'
'What are you trying to imply?' she murmured as she continued to gaze at his lips, 'that I don't look beautiful everyday?'
He chuckled as he walked up the staircase, 'I'm not some cheesy Romeo, to compliment you on every damn day - even if you don't look good'.
'What?!' she gasped in outrage, 'Your supposed to love me! And people who are in love can never see the flaws of their soul mate'.
Maan snorted at her ridiculous notion, 'love doesn't make you go permanently blind either. I may be in love but holy crap I am certainly not blind'. He recalled that fateful day when her hygiene had nearly put him into coma, 'and my nose is definitely not immune to picking up bad smells'.
Geet scrunched her nose in confusion, 'what has this got anything to do with smelling - Oh!' she breathed deeply as understanding dawned within her. 'You pusillanimous bas***d!'
Maan almost dropped her from laughing so hard. 'Stop stealing my words' he retorted as he recalled calling her a pusillanimous chicken when they had been stranded on the road. 'Can't you think of any other comeback? Or has your brain finally accepted defeat and shut down'.
'Oh believe me' she murmured through clenched teeth, 'I have a dangerous comeback up my sleeve. Take back your words right now, otherwise I wont be responsible for my actions' she threatened. Maan smirked at her warning and gently placed her upon the king sized silken bed. He had longed to decorate the bed with her favorite scattered rose petals. But her sickness was of such that the doctors had ordered that no flowers were to be in close proximity to her.
Geet felt herself being laid down atop a cool and silky bed sheet. Her mind ceased functioning for a while as she tried to understand what was about to occur. Her body was on fire as Maan stretched onto the bed beside her. Cradling his head with his hands, Maan stared down at her nervous face. 'What was the comeback?' he urged her to speak.
'What?' she asked in a daze as she found herself thinking about all the soap dramas she had watched in her lifetime. On the wedding night, the bride would give the groom a glass of milk to drink. 'Milk?' she murmured through her daydream.
Maan laughed at the notion, 'I'm not a little boy that needs milk to boost my energy' he choked out through his laughter. Geet frowned at his words, well this wasn't going too well. Damn these dramas and their misleading portrayals. But then again, Geet continued to remember that the traditional brides would sit upon the bed, their face covered with a veil. The gorgeous hunk of a groom would quietly remove the brides heavy ornaments, whilst the blushing heroine would continue to look at her hands in embarrassment. The hero would try to lavish her with some poetic words and would softly place kisses on her cheeks and neck. The stupid girl would drop herself onto the bed and hide her flaming face in the pillow. Like seriously! Attack the delicious man! Geet would often scream at the television screen. But more than less, 98.9% of all the heroines would somehow detain their marriage from being consummated because they 'needed time' to think! The poor hero would dejectedly sleep on the couch whilst the selfish annoying heroine would have the whole bed to herself. Obviously they did not understand the concept that sharing is caring.
Geet felt Maan knock on her head as per usual. 'Is anyone home?' he called out. Geet focused her attention on her sexy husband. Knowing her lustful ways and imaginations, the traditional role seemed to have reversed. Instead of the groom, the bride was plotting ways to seduce her husband (which is normal because like you know....his uh hot.). Maan noticed the slight twitch in her eye which indicated that madam Geet was most probably imagining something that was either highly improper or highly improbable. Geet was ashamed at her thoughts. Really, you'd think she was the male and he was the female. Instead of him lying almost on top of her, it should have been Maan sitting in the middle of the bed staring at his DIVINE hands. Heck! Anyone would happily stare at his hands. Then she would have approached the bed with a large cup of milk in her hands. Sculling the milk in one go, she would have wiped her mouth aggressively with the back of her arms. Maan would have blushed and hid his face with his BEAUTIFUL hands, whimpering in nervousness. And then she would come closer and closer, licking her lips in anticipation.....And then -
'Geet!' Maan exclaimed as he shook her shoulders gently.
'Huh what?' she murmured.
'You were dreaming with your eyes opened' he stated. 'And you were licking your lips as if you were planning to devour something'.
'Or someone' she whispered inwardly.
Maan shook his head, still unable to comprehend with her train of thoughts. 'So what was your comeback?' he continued to push with the question.
'I can't just blurt out my comeback for no reason' she retorted.
'Your fat' he stated, 'I'm going to grow old with a hunched back because of all the times I've carried you'.
'I know you are but what am I' she retorted.
Maan laughed out loud, 'that was your comeback? How lame....'
'I know you are but what am I' she continued.
He laughed again, 'your so childish Geet'.
'I know you are but what am I' she repeated.
Maan's eyes narrowed in annoyance, 'okay stop it, it's getting annoying'.
'I know you are but what am I' she continued with an knowing smirk.
'Geet' he called out in a warning tone.
'I know you are but what am I' she sang along.
'Okay seriously, shut up!' he snapped in frustration.
'I know you are but what am I' she stated in triumph.
'Alright! I get it, you win' he said with defeat.
'I know you are but - ' her words were cut off as Maan trailed his fingers over her face. Her eyes slid closed as he openly began to caress her bare neck. Sighing with pleasure, Geet surrendered to his touch. Dipping his face down, Maan began to plant hot penetrating kisses on her neck and throat. On a will of her own, Geet ran her fingers through his hair, encouraging him to continue. Holding her hands, Maan converted his attentions to her long graceful arms. Affectionately he placed a kiss onto her frail wrists, thus moving up and eventually scattering kisses all over her arms. Geet smiled, desperately trying not to laugh as the ticklish sensations nearly overwhelmed her.
His mouth eventually found hers as he began to possess her mouth with passion fueled kisses.
'Wait Maan' she whispered, trying to break away from his kiss.
'What?' he whispered, nuzzling her neck.
'Is this even supposed to be happening?' she questioned.
'What do you mean?' he asked distractedly as he began to nibble on her ear lobe.
'I'm sick Maan' she uttered the hateful words. 'I don't want you to risk anything by coming so close to me'.
Maan stopped marring her body with love bites and turned his attention to her worried face. 'There's no risk Geet' he murmured. 'It's perfectly normal to maintain an intimate relationship with someone that..'
'Has cancer?' she finished off the sentence, well knowing that he hated using that word. He flinched at the term, 'your sickness is not something contagious, that could be caught'.
'How can you be so sure?' she stressed out.
'Trust me' he whispered. 'And even If it were contagious, I'd still take the risk'.
'Don't you dare say that!' she snapped in fear.
'Geet' he murmured, 'as long as we are together, I don't care about the consequences'.
After those words were uttered, Geet found herself being rendered speechless. Maan looked at her dazzled expression and smiled, 'please don't start with the, 'do you even exist' questions' he complained.
'But do you?' she gasped. 'Imagine if this is like that movie Madhoshi where Bipasha thought she was in love with John Abraham but in fact he was her hallucination!'
'Please do not tell me that you are thinking of John Abraham at this very moment' he exclaimed .
'You have to admit, Bipasha was very creative in order to develop her own fictional lover. By god what an amazing hallucination he would have been' she murmured in a trance. Maan sighed in frustration, 'I thought we made a deal about this' he stated in annoyance.
'Oh right, I forgot about that' she murmured.
'Well since you broke one promise, it's only fair for me to break one as well' he stated.
'Fine...' she sulked.
'No 6 kids!' he blurted out.
'Oh hell no!' she retorted, 'My apologies but that I cannot grant you'.
'Look Geet, I'm willing to settle down to having two children, but 6 is just horrifyingly too many'.
'Don't make me double it' she threatened.
'You are testing my patience' he replied angrily.
'I know you are but what am I' she started again.
'Geet!' he snapped.
'Maan!' she laughingly snapped in response.
'Just.....' he began.
'Shut up!' she finished off, pulling him on top of her and kissing him senseless.
***
Their new home was filled with love and was overflowing with pure happiness and contentment. The doctor had granted permission for Geet to continue her treatments at home. Never in her miserably unhappy life had Geet felt the true essence of being completely and irremediably happy. Geet smiled as she stood in the balcony, holding onto the rails for support. The view of the ocean was beyond mesmerizing, it was truly a blissful scenery. But for once, Geet didn't pay much heed to the horizons and instead found herself admiring her husband.
Maan was standing in front of the house, having a serious conversation with the doctor. Geet shook her head, knowing well that he was either indirectly threatening the poor doctor, or he was trying to make sense of all the scientific jargon the doctor was trying to inform him of.
As if sensing that her gaze was upon him, Maan broke off from the conversation and stared up at Geet. She smiled widely and waved at him. However, he continued to stare at her with a serious expression. Her smile was instantly replaced with a frown of concern as she noticed that he was staring at her with a hurtful expression reflected upon his face. Realizing that she was beginning to worry, Maan masked his true feelings with a forced smile and waved back.
Geet didn't respond for she had already caught his initial expressions. With her heart beating frantically, Geet slowly walked back into her room. Her hands began to tremble with anxiety as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. In her days of joy, Geet hadn't paid much attention to her physical appearance. But now that she looked upon her face, Geet realized that her complexion was now more of a pale and sickly tone. The black bags under her eyes, stood out in stark contrast to the pastiness of her skin. Even her fingers and wrists were horrifyingly frail. Her once chubby cheeks had shriveled up and sunken, giving her an anorexic image. Her breaths came in gasps as she realized that her eyes had specks of red and a bit of yellow, instead of being healthily and normally white.
Tears clouded her vision as she tried to absorb the sudden transformation. Through the mirror, Geet noticed Maan walking towards her with a heart wrenching expression on his face. He met her gaze through the reflection and instantly broke into a encouraging smile. Standing behind her, Maan brushed her hair over her shoulder. 'You forgot to tie the strings of your blouse' he murmured. She didn't say anything, for words could not be formed at this moment of time. With a small smile, Maan bent down and kissed her bare back in reassurance. For the first time, she did not feel a thing, nor could she find herself responding to his touch.
'I'm not going to survive this' she whispered, 'the sickness is eating my flesh away'.
Maan hid his face from her gaze and pretended to concentrate on tying the strings together.
'Answer me Maan' she stated, 'Am I going to die?'
A tear slipped down his cheeks but he quickly brushed it away. 'What are you talking about?' he acted oblivious as if he was not aware of the situation.
Geet turned around and faced him. Maan quickly averted his gaze and stared at the window. With a sob, Geet cupped his chin and turned his face towards her. Geet met his teary stare, instantly obtaining the answers to her questions. Although he did not utter a single word, his eyes expressed many emotions that he had tried to hide from her during their days of happiness.
'You knew' she whispered, 'all this time you have been trying to make me happy because you knew that our moments were short lived.'
'Geet don't say that' he requested, as he shook his head in denial.
'All these days you haven't gone to work, your always around me' she continued, 'now everything makes so much sense.' She grabbed his arm and began to question him, 'what did the doctors say?' she asked.
'That your going to be fine' he assured her, although the stammer in his voice told her a different story. 'Your just having side effects from the medications'.
'I'm going to die' she repeated in an unbelieving tone. 'Any day now, my heart can stop without warning.'
Maan grabbed her shoulders frantically, 'nothing will happen to you' he exclaimed, 'I've talked to the doctors, they are going to bring more specialists from overseas'.
'Stop fighting against destiny!' she shouted as she pushed him away. 'If this is gods wish, then who are we to question his jurisdiction?'
'No god can take you away from me' he murmured vehemently.
'Don't say that!' she exclaimed, 'have some respect'.
'Respect?' he questioned, 'How can you tell me to respect or to maintain faith for someone who is threatening to deprive me of everything!'
'Everyone is destined to die one day Maan' she replied, 'if it's my turn today, or tomorrow, or the following day, then so be it'.
'Never' he retorted, 'I wont allow it'.
'Please Maan' she begged through heart breaking wails, 'don't ever lose faith on the all mighty.'
'I lost faith, the day you announced that you have cancer' he replied angrily.
'Oh god' she cried, 'please don't say that.'
'It's too late' he muttered as he began to storm out of the room. 'Maan' she screamed but he ignored her shouts. He had to get away, before he broke down completely in front of her. The sudden thump caused him to look over his shoulder. His eyes widened as he saw Geet sprawled onto the ground, unconscious.
***
Through labored breaths, Geet opened her blurry eyes and looked around the room. She tried to smile as she noticed all the familiar faces surrounding her. Her college friends, Pinky and also Adi were looking at her with tearful expressions. Pinky was hiccuping as she wailed into her handkerchief. Her gaze then moved towards the room, seeking for the one person she wished to see. He was standing alone, separating himself from everyone as he looked through the window, refusing to meet her eyes.
'Maan' she whispered remorsefully. She noticed his body stiffen as he heard her voice, calling out to him. Taking a deep breath Maan faced her, causing Geet to flinch at what she saw. He looked so weary and tired, as if all the weight of the world was settled upon his shoulders. She raised her arms and beckoned him to her. Reluctantly, Maan walked towards her and sat on the bed beside her. He held her hands and kissed the palm, unable to stop the tear from falling onto the palm of her hands. He closed his eyes, his shoulder racking with tears. With her free hand, Geet caressed his cheeks affectionately.
Her touch caused him to lose control as he bent down and covered his face into her shoulders. She immediately wrapped her arms around his back and tried to soothe him. 'Enough Maan' she whispered, 'how much more tears are you going to waste on me?' she asked. For the first time, Maan had no response as he attempted to gain solitude in her arms.
'I want my diary' she asked. Pinky rushed towards the drawers and tried to find it. Eventually locating it, she walked towards Geet, her hands shaking as she tried to give it to her. Geet smiled her thanks and held onto the diary protectively. 'Maan' she began, 'take me away from here'.
Maan moved his head and stared at her face in surprise, 'where do you want to go?' he whispered painfully.
'Outside to my favorite place' she stated weakly.
'Geet' he tried to protest.
'Please Maan' she requested, 'just one more time, grant me my wish'.
He nodded his head and gently swooped her up into his arms, walking passed everyone and descending the staircase. Geet opened her eyes and tried to memorize her surroundings. 'It's such a beautiful day' she whispered with a smile as she took in the bright sunlight and the crystal blue water. Maan placed her gently upon the wooden bench and then sat beside her. Geet placed her head onto his shoulders and shared the moment of watching the beautiful horizon together.
'I want you to read something' she whispered, breaking the silence. 'But promise you wont laugh at me'.
The thought of ever laughing again sounded alien to him, 'I promise'.
Geet smiled and squeezed his hands in encouragement. 'Let's just say that the feelings I've always wanted to express to you is portrayed within this chapter of my life'.
Maan opened the book with trembling hands and read her last diary entry.
Dear Diary
18th October 2010..
Despite sitting here on the bus, lonely and without a companion to share my thoughts with, I don't have the heart nor need to complain. Is it normal to feel that the world is shinning with you, despite being here alone. Do I make sense if I say that the sun is more brighter than it had been yesterday. Will you laugh at my thoughts, if I think of those inexpressible moments in which I had spent with him. Till yesterday, I had been oblivious to the feelings associated with being loved. But today, I could proudly express that,I Geet Handa is overwhelmingly and irreversibly in love with Maan Singh Khurana. But the extent of my happiness does not just stop there. I believe I breathed out a fresh bout of life when I realized that he loves me too. Although he hasn't directly confessed his feelings, my heart knows its true. Maan is too proud and too stubborn to admit his emotions. But the phrase 'I love you' is just a mere word. What's the need for me to thirst for such meaningless terms when he showers me with love, through his actions. You've heard the quote, actions speak louder than words. That's the only quotation I can use to describe the unique relationship we share. I hope he never reads this, it's so embarrassing. He absolutely hates cheesy dialogues, and unfortunately today I feel quite poetic. I guess you can call it the side effects of love. With this emotion, anyone could become a Shakespeare. I believe I am boring you already by talking about Maan. Well too bad, the rest of this whole diary is dedicated to him. Perhaps when we have children one day, I'll talk about those little munch kins as well. Okay he is definitely not reading this diary entry now. If he does, he would most surely run away. To think that our relationship was formed yesterday and already I have mentally envisioned my wedding dress and my darling little children running around us.
Oh the bus is turning towards my college. I better wrap this entry up. I have a favorite song that I wish to write down before I conclude my nonsensical blabbers. Although it's beautifully sung in Hindi, I felt the sudden impulse to translate it. You could say, that I'm dedicating this song to him, although he will never ever ever find out about this.
If you are not here then there is nothing here for me.
Though I admit the gathering is young and beautiful
But if you are not here, then there is nothing left for me.
Make me wretched again, make me cry again,
Oh inflicter of torture, return from wherever.
I don't understand what sort of state I'm in.
Now that I've finally found you, why is there this kind of emptiness in my heart?
Why does my heart feel so empty?
Why does my heart constantly sense that something is missing?
If you are not here, then there is nothing left for me.
Your image is stuck in my sight.
Your sadness, like you, is even beautiful
Wherever they look, wherever they go, these crazy eyes searches for you.
I'm alive, but I feel as if life is somewhere else;
I've misplaced my life somewhere.
If your not here Maan, then there is nothing here in this world for me.
[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZNOCvQ5egeI[/YOUTUBE]
At a loss of words, Maan touched the last sentence which was slightly marred from what seemed like tears that had spread upon the phrase during the time it was first written. The intensity of her love astounded him. If only he could find the right words to express the extent of his obsessive love towards her. His feelings reached the limit of insanity, shocking him with it's overabundant force.
'Geet' he whispered. 'If I could pen down how I feel about you, I don't think words would be enough to convey just how much you mean to me. You wrote that without me, there is nothing in this world for you. I say, that without you, the reason of having to breathe will become meaningless.' He looked down and saw that her eyes was closed.
'Geet' he called out, but there was no response. In a state of panic, Maan grabbed her shoulders and shook her with all the fear built in within him. 'Geet!' he shouted. Her head lolled onto the side and her eyes remained closed, threatening to never awake. Maan felt his heart stopping as he desperately tried to find a pulse, 'GEET' he screamed. The pain was so overwhelming as he urged and pleaded for her to wake up. 'Please don't leave me!' he shouted through choking tears. The mere thought that his Geet will never open her eyes, would never smile at him, would never insult him, would never hit him again ' tore his very breath away. Unconsciously, Maan folded his arms and looked up at the sky, 'Please' he begged through harsh sobs, 'Geet had faith in you, she worshiped you, please don't do this to her'.
He fell onto his knees in surrender, 'I promise that I will never ever ask for anything again' he cried, 'All my life I've never asked anything from you. You took my parents away from me when I was only a child, I never complained. I lived a life, deprived of having parental love, and yet I never complained. You brought Geet into my life and only after a few moments of happiness, you made her sick. Even then' he sobbed, 'I did not complain. But now that you are threatening to take my life away from me, I will complain and question your jurisdiction. For the sake of Geet's blinding trust in you, for the sake of granting me one of my wishes. I beg you to grant me her life. I vow to pledge my faith in you forever, but just god damn it, bring her back to me'. That said, Maan rested his head upon her lap and cried out his anguish of losing the very person who had meant everything to him.
If you are not here Geet, than their is nothing left for me. Maan ki Geet and Geet ki Maan could never be completed, without the presence of both the destined star crossed lovers. Irrevocably and always yours -Maan.
*Epilogue*
He strode through the corridors of the hospital, stopping before a certain and specific ward. As soon as he stepped in, the sound of Geet's anklet caused the children to turn around excitedly in anticipation. The children ran towards him, shouting in joy 'Uncle Maan'. He smiled and knelt down, holding each child in a tight and affectionate embrace.
'Why hasn't Geet didi come?' one of the kids asked sadly.
Maan pinched the child's cheek, 'she couldn't come, that's why I'm here' he stated.
'But I thought I heard the sound of her anklet' another child complained in disappointment.
Maan slowly retrieved her anklets from his pocket and showed it to the children, 'I was carrying it that's why'.
The children pouted in sadness, 'how are we going to have fun if Geet didi isn't here?' they asked in a sulky tone. Maan raised his eyebrows, trying to act offended 'are you all trying to say that I'm boring?' The children laughed cheekily, 'no your also fun as well!' Maan shook his head, 'now I'm going to have to prove to all that I can be as entertaining and loving as your Geet didi'.
That being said, Maan took out the black blindfold and tied it around his eyes. 'This was the game that Geet didi used to play with you all he commented, 'let's see whether I'm as good as she was'. Maan began to count to 20, as the children laughingly scattered away, trying to find a spot to hide in. 'Ready or not, here I come' he announced as he began to walk towards an unknown direction. With a bang, Maan collided onto the wall - scowling in pain. All he could hear was the children breaking into hysterical bouts of laughter. Rubbing his sore temple with his hands, Maan turned around and snaked his arms out as he felt a presence standing before him.
He heard the unknown person gasp in surprise as his hands came into contact with something familiarly hard. Oblivious to the sudden silence of the children, Maan rapidly unbounded the blindfold and stared at Geet in anger.
'You were forbidden to get out of the house in this condition' he snapped in worriment, as he stared at her heavily impregnated stomach.
Geet rolled her eyes, 'since when have I ever followed your orders?' She straightened herself and attempted to perform a half executed bow, 'I'm sorry your highness, Mr Maan Singh Phurana, for disobeying your stubborn and annoying orders'. Maan stopped her from bowing, 'don't bend, you will hurt yourself!' he fretted in anxiousness. Geet sighed in frustration, 'I'm not some glass China doll that will break every time I decide to move!' she snapped in annoyance.
'Pregnancy has turned you into an old, annoying, angry and emotional hag' he retorted. 'I've been living 9 months of hell with your PMS outbursts.'
'Try carrying a child in YOUR stomach for 9 WHOLE months!' she snapped. 'And it's not some normal quiet child. He karate kicks me every time I move" she complained.
'Of course he does' Maan retorted, 'since his mother is a black belt in that area of profession'.
'You just wait' she began, 'once this baby is born, I'm going to kick your ass!'
The children giggled as they overheard her threat. Geet gasped in realization that the children was still present in the room. 'We will take this matter outside' she whispered to Maan. Geet then smiled brightly and walked towards the kids, hugging them all. 'I've missed you' she crooned to each and every child.
'Where have you been Geet didi?!' the kids exclaimed.
'I was sick for a while' she replied in all honesty, 'but because your Uncle Maan prayed very hard, I got better'.
'Just by praying?' the kids asked.
Geet nodded her head, 'always have faith in god. Happiness, love and faith is the best medicine anyone could ever get'. Through her words, Geet stole a glance at Maan and noticed him staring at her intently. Maan smiled and walked towards her, 'It's time to go now' he murmured. Geet nodded her head and once again embraced the children tightly, 'I'll visit you all soon'.
After bidding their farewells, the intertwined couple walked out of the ward together.
'You change identities within a split of a second' Maan commented.
'I've learned that from you' she muttered.
'Why are you always so snappy for?' he stated.
'Well not only do I resemble a cow, my ankle is swollen to the extent that the anklets don't even fit me anymore. And on top of that, your still as lean and muscular as ever.' she complained.
'Your pregnant Geet' he tried to pacify her, 'your supposed to look like a cow'.
Geet narrowed her eyes, 'well thanks for comforting me' she bit out. Maan laughed at her irritated expression. At that moment a nurse walked by and smiled at the couple. Maan nodded his head in acknowledgment and turned his attention back at Geet. However, her mood seemed to have worsened by the minute. 'Oh I'm sorry did I disturb your moment of nodding at that SKINNY non-pregnant nurse' she snapped in jealousy.
'What are you talking about?' he asked in confusion.
'You know what I mean' she sulked, 'you probably wish that I was still the skinny person that I used to be'.
Maan sighed impatiently, 'so this is why your always angry' he mused, 'your insecure!'
'Damn right I am' she muttered. 'Your still as eatable as ever; whereas I look like your mother instead of your wife'.
Maan bit his tongue, trying to restrain himself from laughing, 'But I love chubby women' he teasingly pinched her cheeks.
'Yeah well too bad' she replied, 'as soon as our baby is born, I'm going to starve myself until I turn back to my old self. So you better change your preferences back to skinny girls'.
'Are you insane?' he stated, 'starving yourself does nothing. I'll help you workout with me' he winked at her.
Geet recalled the last time he had influenced her to work out, and to her dismay found herself blushing hotly at the reminder. What had occurred within that room was not exercise, but some very x rated scenes. 'Your such a perve' she whispered through her blush. Maan laughed and bit her ear lobe playfully, 'It's hard to think in any other way especially when my extraordinarily beautiful wife is standing before me'. Geet stood on tiptoes and kissed him lovingly on the lips.
***
'PUSH!' the doctor encouraged as Geet screamed in agony, 'Ahhhhhhhh!' Once the contraction was over, Geet began to pant in labored breaths, crushing Maan's hands. Through all the sweat, Geet had a look at Maan's face and almost laughed despite the immense torture. His complexion had paled considerably as he looked at the blood in shock. The doctor tried to find the babies head, causing Geet to moan in pain.
'What are you DOING?' Maan snapped in fear as he noticed Geet grimacing in pain.
The doctor looked up and met Maan's worried gaze, 'Mr Khurana, please be calm - this is a normal and common process'.
'Why is she in so much pain?' he asked, 'can't you give her some medicines?'
The doctor shook his head, 'she needs to be alert when giving birth'.
Another contraction overtook her body as she began to scream loudly, crushing Maan's bones as she gripped onto his hand.
'PUSH!' the doctor stated.
'I AM YOU PIECE OF ahhhhhhhhhhh' she groaned.
'She's not pushing hard enough' the doctor commented, if this continues any longer, we would have to vacuum the baby out'.
Maan's eyes widened at the thought. 'Your going to stick a vacuum into my wife and suck my baby out?' he breathed out. 'Does MY BABY look like DIRT to you? For you to SUCK it out WITH a god DAMN VACCUUM?' Maan shouted in anger. The doctor tried to calm him down, 'it's not literally a vacuum cleaner' he remarked, 'it just works similarly in order to bring the baby out'.
Maan looked at Geet and urged her to continue pushing. 'Push harder Geet!'
'Damn you Maan!' she blurted out through heavy pants, 'I'd like you to lie down and PUSH a baby OUT OF YOUR PRIVATE PART!'
Maan shuddered at the thought, 'Geet just try to push, it's only a few more'.
Geet tried to push with all of her might, but yet again there was no signs of a baby. The doctor announced that they would need to vacuum the baby out. Through horrified eyes, Maan stared at the doctor as he began to suck his little boy out. He felt bile rising up his throat and knew for a fact that he was going to vomit any second. Within a few seconds the wail of a child's cry erupted in the room, causing everyone except Maan to sigh in relief. A gush of blood flowed as the blood filled baby was lifted by the doctor. Right before his eyes, they cut the umbilical cord which caused Maan to see stars in his head.
He was close to restrain himself when suddenly he heard Geet gasp in happiness, '1 child, now 5 more to go'.
That was enough to cause him to collapse onto the ground, fainting away the horrific sight he had just endured.
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He sat on the bench beside his wife, cradling their baby in his protective arms. He looked down at his child and felt a sense of overflowing love swell in his heart. He bent down and placed a gentle kiss on his sleeping babies forehead. Maan then turned his head onto his side and pressed a kiss on his wifes forehead. She snuggled towards him, holding his arms and resting her head comfortably on his broad shoulders.
'This is just the way I have always envisioned my life to be like' she murmured.
Maan smiled in contentment, 'I'm glad everything you wished for came true'.
'It wouldn't have come true, if you weren't in my life' she replied in all sincerity.
'Since your all loving towards me today, how bout you grant me a wish' he stated.
'As long as it's not money' she replied.
Maan laughed at her stinginess, 'I want my son to be named Armaan'.
Geet raised her head and looked at him, 'You want to name our child after you?' she stated.
'You have my house, my business and my entire property under your name' he complained, 'at least let the child be named after me'.
'Pray tell' Geet stated, 'who gave birth to this child?'
'First of all, without me - you wouldn't have been pregnant in the first place' he pointed out. 'And secondly, it's the vacuum that gave birth to our child, not you and your lousy pushes'.
'What!' she gasped.
'So if you want to name the child according to who gave birth to him, you may as well name him Vacuum baby' Maan retorted.
In spite of herself, Geet began to laugh at the name. 'Imagine that?' she exclaimed, 'The Phurana family and their Vacuum baby'. Maan shook his head, chuckling at the thought.
Geet sighed, 'Fine, I'll think about it' she considered.
'I know how to convince you' he stated with a playful wink. Geet blushed, understanding the indirect meaning of his statement. 'Well the baby is fast asleep' she purred romantically, 'so you have a lot of time to 'convince' me' she added with a teasing smile. Maan laughed and kissed his Geet as she twined her arms around his neck and returned the favour.
The end
Authors Note
I would like to sincerely thank each and everyone one of you's who found my Fan fiction worthy enough to read. For those members who continuously found the time to comment on my writing, I seriously would like to thank you with all of my heart. To be able to read other peoples thoughts and appreciations has always been a pleasure. I wrote this Fan Fiction for you all and I am glad that hopefully everyone has been satisfied with the ending. Mind you I was about to end it from where the chapter finished, but I didn't want to dishearten my readers. So I wrote an epilogue and gave you a well deserved happy ending. Hopefully you wont forget me! 😆 Because I am going to take a HUGE break from writing. Like HUGE! like HUMONGOUS! 🤣 In fact I'm so tired from writing, I don't think I'll have the energy to write again! 😆 But if I do write again, it's going to be completely different. I'm contemplating about writing a historical romance in the future. But it might be different because in that time frame, the attitude men had towards women were different. So like the character sketch MAY be Maan being a VERY ruthless ruler. And when I say ruthless, I mean downright evil and unforgiving. And Geet would most probably be an illiterate village girl who catches the eye of the dominating and violent King Maan Singh Khurana 🤣
Okay it's just an idea! I'm not even going to THINK about writing it. 😆 Anyhow, I'm going to miss all of you! So stay in touch! 😆 If your ever bored, want to have a conversation or is just simply missing me, I'm only a PM away 😉😆.
Until then goodbye and god bless! 🤗
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Edited by _SiinnceMaan_ - 14 years ago
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