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Part 27
The Moon was witnessing love of Geet and Sameer. The Moon was playing hide & seek with clouds. It was the way Moon was showing respect to their love. Wind was flowing softly around them. Wind was showing its appreciation by touching their feet. They both were still lost in each other's eyes. Soft breeze was playing with Geet's hair and Sameer was caressing her hair like trying to fight against breeze for her hair. He could fight against entire world for Geet if he had to. Their closeness was as divine as God. They both knew their limits and Sameer had always respected it. He drew near to her and touched her cheeks, the touch was sensational, her skin was as soft as rose petals, her eyes were as innocent as kid's eyes, her scent was as alluring as the scent of roses, his fingers moved from her cheeks to forehead to ears to her lips. Geet closed her eyes; she was enjoying his touch which she had never experienced before, his touch was mesmerizing.
They talked for a while over the bridge and then he dropped her at her place, while leaving her, he asked for a permission to kiss her on her cheeks and she nodded her head in consent and he leaned towards her and softly kissed on her right cheek and then she was shyly ran towards the door of her house.
When she reached there, her breathing was still frantic; she ran to her room and slammed the door behind her, she sat on her bed, trying to control her emotions, she exhaled carbon dioxide and inhaled fresh air and took a deep breath.
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Maan went to gym to fight against his feelings, he himself was not aware about his obsession for Geet. He assumed that he could regain from this atrocious pain but he didn't know that it wasn't as easy. For some it took a lifetime to regain, for some it took reincarnation to regain and for some regain never happened. Maan didn't know in which category he belonged.
He was hitting punching bag crazily like time will also stop for a second by looking at his craziness, nobody could control him today, God would also have to wait even if he wanted to say something to him, his body was fluttering the way earthquake hit the ground, his fury had no limit. He forgot that there was a real world surrounded by him, he went to the totally different world where nobody could stop him from meeting Geet, yes HIS Geet, where nobody could object him, where nobody could dare to come in between them, where love was the only expression people knew, where Geet loved him incessantly, where they took promises to live together forever, the world which was known as Utopia and he didn't want to come out of it. His heart was pounding heavily; it began to burst out from his body.
Punching bag was completely torn by this time but he didn't stop hitting it. He was sweating heavily. Suddenly his shadow evil image erupted in front of him who was standing in front of him and he started hitting punching bag as well, both were hitting punching bag which was already torn. This was the second time Maan saw his own evil image so he was not as surprised as he was for the first time.
"What do you want? What are you doing here? Why are you following me?"Maan asked angrily.
"I want the same thing you want, let's make a plan together, we can kill Sameer then Geet will be yours."The evil shadow told him with deep voice.
Maan was trying hard to come out of this fishy look, he was ignoring him but he was persistently looking at Maan intently. Maan thought he would be gone if he wouldn't pay attention to him, hence he started hitting another punching bag.
"I know you are trying to ignore me and you think I will be gone, I can't be gone, because you need me, you want me, I am here to support you."Evil shadow told him with profound voice.
Maan started throwing the ice cubes towards him with angry sobs, Maan was panting excessively. "Go away, I don't want anyone, I don't need you, I want to see my Geet happy, and my happiness lies in her happiness, so go away and never come here."Maan said while throwing ice cubes towards him and breathing frantically.
Finally that shadow was gone and Maan calmed down. He was lost in thoughts, suddenly he could see the angel figure in front of him, she had long curly hair, she was wearing white and red sari with golden border, her neck was jeweled with beautiful diamond necklace, her hands were adorned with bangles, her eyes were covered with golden eye shadow and dark black eyeliner, her sumptuous lips were garnished with rosy lipstick. She looked completely angel, his angel, Geet. The figure was still in front of his eyes, he wasn't able to blink because he was afraid that her figure will be gone in the air, he didn't realize that it was his imagination, she wasn't really there. Her figure was coming really close to him, he wanted to enjoy their closeness, his fingers reached to her curls, his other hand caressed her shoulder, Maan leaned down and rested his face on her shoulder very softly, inhaling deeply, he wanted to take pleasure of their closeness, but the moment his head bowed down, there was nothing and his head was falling down, he managed to balance his falling body and realized that there was no one, his angel was gone.
Mannat Har Khushi Paane Ki
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