FF: Maan&Geet: 120, Chandini's Rooftop - CLOSED - Page 6

Originally posted by: 6thElement

Sheer poetry is all I can say...Thanks and I guess this is what I was waiting for....

Finally my NY times family is making it here...you in particular.

Yay! Seriously you dont have to...but you did it for me...I'm touched...😭

I'm seriously unable to write now....Thanks Rachana.

Part 2: Distractions

She stood behind the drapes and watched him the enter time the doctor dressed his wounds. He managed pain well for he knew what to expect, as the doctor dampened the red gauze, soaked is his blood and disposed it in the bag she had given him to be used for a trash receptacle. Now for the difficult part, the doctor had to cast him around his ribs for what seemed to be a stress fracture by the 8th, nothing that inactivity for a period of 3-6 weeks could not cure, but little did the doctor know that meant threat to MK's life in larger proportions than the danger of moving around presented. This place had no high-tech equipment to confirm the fracture or screen for other internal damages and the most it came with was a pair of clean scissors, sterilized from the hot water she had running on the stove. For now, MK had to go with the hunch the doctor had from his years of having catered to people who escaped blasts and launchers only in addition to the silver strands that lined his forehead. As the doctor tried to look around for Geet, she came out of her hiding, still covering her face and asked if he needed any help.

"Aapko kuch chaiye?" she asked still eyeing MK in pain who had his eyes closed and pulled back into his sockets as the doctor tried turning him with one hand.

"Haan...inhe zara vus taraf se mudne ki kooshish karo..." he asked and she instantly walked around to sit by his other side. She pulled him up by his shoulders as she clutched him from behind, by his underarms and spun him around when he moved his head directly to bury it into her lap while giving out a sharp scream.

Gasping at the momentary suffering she had caused him, she ran her hand through his hair to comfort him in short wavy movements. It distracted him for a while as the doctor wrapped the satiny band around his waist and moved it up to tighten it around his lower rib which would now support with the healing process.

Foggy that his mind was with the pain and the drugs that the doctor had injected him, part of it, and for no reason at all wanted to pay attention to the growing ease he felt as he lay there on a stranger's lap. She continued to stroke his hair and occasionally her thumb would caress his forehead too. Perhaps this called for extra payment he thought to himself, shrugging off the remote possibility that it could be anything more than the cheap antics that a prostitute in a destitute place, such as this could provide for.

Handing her a prescription and the instructions to take care of him, the doctor exited the room and locked the same from outside, leaving MK to Chandini. She would have to spend the night, stuck to the very spot by his pillow for he had camped comfortably and painlessly on her lap, to get through his REM cycles.

7.00 AM

"Di....aap andar hain?" Pinky called out to her from outside and it jerked MK from his deep slumber that the sleep aids had provided him. He woke up to see her head rested on the bed frame, a duppatta had covered most part of her face and it still only gave him a view of her from nose down. Stuck by the creaminess of her skin, he paused momentarily, before he went to gather himself and move to the part of the bed right next to her. While he was at that, Chandini woke up to find him balance himself on his elbows to lay his head on the pillow. As he moved, the mercury in her Concern-O-Meter shot high, for the shift only meant cause for stress on his fractured rib.

"Sambhal ke..." her sweet voice, fell on his ears that forced an uncalled attention.

He turned his head once again to catch a glimpse of her before he could lay down on the bed and he didn't regret the strenuous act on his neck, for she was every worth the sight he got.

"Woh main pata nahin....kaise tumhare godh main sogaya tha...actually sorry" he said, which left her speechless, but only for a moment. Chandini was not used to curtseys from men, at least not in the form of words. Many a time, she had received gifts from the aimless souls that wandered this place and that was as close she came to receiving affections from the male of the species. They were either jewelry or flowers that came to convey not so hidden messages in what they wanted from her, but today she was stumped to respond to his apology; a trite expression used with all intents and purposes that held no gravity in the common world.

His words left her frozen at the same place she had been sitting all night, and now his voice rose up again to question her "Tumhara naam Geet haina?" At that she got up to pull the sheet to his chest as he settled.

"Nahin...chandini...aur aap laet jaiye..." she spoke in a stern voice as she turned to attend to the door, regretting her slip from last night that had him singing her name in his husky baritone voice.

"Geet?...sure hadn't dreamt that name up" he thought to himself, as he moved to flex his muscles, but gave out a mental scream as he did so.

Geet tended to the door but not before she was assured Pinky was alone.

"Aur koi hain tumhare saat Pinky?" she called out to Pinky.

"Nahin di" Pinky assured and Geet whispered to Pinky to unlock the door with her key. As she did the bolts and the hinges creaked to let her in.

"Di...main na.." and her voiced squeaked to trail away for now she saw a heavily bruised man on her Di's bed, which was not a usual sight for her. "Di...yeh kaun hai...aur aapke kamre main..." Pinky stuttered and tried to exclaim her surprise in a deafening roar when Geet ran behind to close her mouth. "Shhhh! itna chilla kyun rahi hain? Chup hoja choti..."

MK was unable to keep his silence with Pinky's entry "Geet...tumhe bataya gaya na...Kisiko mere yahan pe rehene ka pata nahi ho na chaiye." He thundered. Bolting the doors quickly, as she held onto her dupatta scrunched by her mouth, still choosing to hide her face from him, she walked close to Pinky and stood behind her.

MK had turned his face away from her, unable to digest the loss of control in not having his hideout plan executed to the T. There was still 5 whole days to go and to him it was a concern, for something now told him that Geet was not the soul who would give in for his shout and cry.

"Yeh mera behan hain...isse aap ke jaan ko koi katra nahi ho sakta hain...aur please mera naam chandini nahin....Geet hain....mera matlab...Geet nahin...Chandini hain..." Geet said, clearly fumbling her way to make that statement. She had eyed him all along and was still stuck by his sculpted chest. The bandages and the tinge of red left behind from the blood that had run down that part of skin, moved her, but his taut structure, still had her spellbound. Dark it was when Dev and his men had carried MK into Geet's room and now that the morning rays of the sun graced her place it was beyond doubt how attractive MK came across to her. It was no longer just the pain that hauled her closer to him, but his charisma too as he lay there on her bed. His bare chest in view, dark blue jean drawn close to his waist, feet stretched out to cross by the foot of the bed, he was bewitching to her. Geet shook out of the trance he was putting her under as he moved to take his arm bent at the elbow and rested it behind his head. He now turned to look at the two other parties in the room besides himself and responded to her staggered assertion.

"Jo bhi ho...mujhe koi pharak nahin padta...main sirf 5 din ka rehnewala hoon...aur rahi baat tumhari behen ki...agar ye kisi aur se bata diya tho? uska kya guarantee hain..."

Geet pulled Pinky by her shoulders, and turned her to swear her into secrecy for the mission they were to carry out for the next week "Pinky tum kisi se kuch nahi kahegi na? "

Holding out her little finger with the remaining fingers clasped tight, she asked Pinky to turn her assurance in with a physical gesture for the 15 year old was still terrorized by the sight of him in bruises and bandages.

"De pinky promise...iske baare main bahar saas bhi nahi legi" Dumbstuck that Pinky was, without breathing another word out, she shook Geet by her pinky and gaped once again at MK who seemed unaffected by the proceedings in the room.

As Pinky moved towards the door, Geet called out to her "Accha teek hain, tum abhi thodi der ke baad aajana....main tumhe tab milti hoon..." wondering if there were more to be added, Geet clutched her forehead to process the moment.

Her feet came into view, as she stood there lost in thought, still in a dilemma deciding if she is to take the lagging foot towards the door and it only seemed to him that her feet was thumping by her toe on the ground for her anklet to make up a tune with the jangle. A new sound it was for MK, he paid attention to her feet and now that he had laid eyes on her fair feet, it moved up to her marble tender fingers that rested on her hips. Having lost all forms of control over his gaze, it traced its way up to the only other part of her body, which gave out a view of her silky skin, her neck. A blaring alarm went out in MK's mind and now it was time to pull down the lids on his eyes, for he was only ogling at her that instant.

"Haan breakfast yahin pe leke aana...aur manisha ko bhi upar bej de na" Geet spoke again to build a longer task list for the little one. Unable to comprehend all that was going around, Pinky nodded her head in jittery movements and walked out for Geet to bolt the door in a swift motion.

"Ek Aur...tum seedi basu ko phone karke kyon nahi keha deti ki main yahin pe hoon" he yelled with sarcasm, now that his stay at the rooftop was going to be a three's secret.

Rolling her eyes, which was not in his view, for the thin veil still remained to mask her face from him, she moved close to sit by the corner of the bed.

"Dekhiye sirf Manisha Bahar jaake samaan leke aa sakthi hain...aur meri achhi saaheli bhi" Geet explained as she knotted her dupatta in her fingers; head down, unable to face him. The nervousness was uncalled for, yet she bolstered her tone to stay clear of any false interpretation he could derive out of her voice as it reached his ears.

"Hum vus pe barosa kar sakte hain" she said calming down a bit in terms of both her inner self and her tone, directly looking at him through her dupatta. MK could feel her eyes on him and to his surprise; he felt warmth that nudged him to agree with her.

"Teek hain..." He spoke calmly still stuck by her hypnose and went with his other demands, only after he had forced himself to look away from her.

"Agar koi bahar jaa raha hain toh list bana do... mujhe thoda" he said and to this she sniggered as she got up and walked towards him with her hand by her waist.

"Kaise dikh rahi hoon main aapko?" Geet questioned. His mind searched for an answer, unable to grasp, what she had just asked him. It seemed inappropriate and he didn't know if this was a way of seducing that was common around these places, but still occupied with the abruptness he stayed mum.

Geet went on clarify MK's question "Main yahan room service nahin chala rahi hoon...main sirf dawaai ki baat kar rahi thi" she said, and her body language spoke of frustration of some form to him. Little did he know that the moment she had walked towards him, his hazel eyes had come into sight and it had drawn her in ways she was had not experienced. Though her statement came out with a taunt that she forcibly made herself to convey, her heart strangely connected with him in unknown ways.

Pinky had once again come back to the door to give her the morning meal. Geet quickly snuck the plate in not wanting to have the door open too long for passer-bys to sneak a peek at the attractive yet wounded man who lay unceremoniously in her bed.

For his right hand still had bruises from the accident yesterday, she slightly paused at the door, questioning if she should feed him, but unable to decide how to put forth the same as a question, she simply offered him the plate.

"Aap bhi kuch kaa lijiye.." Geet asked, as she produced the breakfast spread for him.

A man with routine that he was, he needed help with his other sunup rituals before he could devour the plate that hung in thin air, a few inches from his face, clutched at the other end by her very lady-like fingers.

"Mujhe brush karna hain..." he demanded, with an air of command.

Fair that his ask was Geet helped him get out of bed. She came around to support his shoulders and pulled his weight onto him, at least partially, to ease his walk to the bathroom, which was only a few feet away.

It was not up to his liking, but a decent one given the situation, the bathroom had a coat of deep blue paint and had no bleach smell from the tiles that lined the floor. There was a small white sink by the entryway, where Geet and MK were now standing, to face the mirror on the wall, her hands supporting him by the shoulders. With her face still hidden behind the yellow dupatta only her eyes remained suitable for observing, and it glowed with all the light in the room that fell on her golden specks from having been reflected at, by the looking glass.

It was a moment that needed snapping out for both of them as they had turned to face each other, frozen to decipher all those moments of silence spoke to the other. His brows tightened to come together and looked down, to break their gaze and made up a search for his non-existent toothbrush.

Having come out of the awkward moment, Geet now lifted his right hand by his index finger and folded the rest to mimic a toothbrush

"Aaj isise kaam chala lijiye" she said as she sniggered at the millionaire who was not used to the ways of the common tribe.

"Ungli?" he protested as he inched the finger towards her face and at that she jumped back.

"Yeh five star hotel thodi hain...jo hain..vusi se kaam chalana padega" she sneered, not losing the opportunity to belittle him. It had only been an hour since daybreak, their first day together, yet it was already evident in her heart that the next couple of days was going to be a fun ride with him. Every moment she was observant to watch all the expressions that cropped up on his face as he questioned or yelled at her. She had not snapped back with a taunt in a long while. It had been her job to woo all that came to her and one wrong step towards being herself at any moment, only meant trouble from Shasha.

This was indeed an infrequent opportunity for her to be with one from the male gender, to watch and learn in her own habitat and so she stood next to him as he brushed with his finger and she peered to study his every movement.

Unable to escape from her incessant gaze MK stumbled upon his words as he put forth his plea for privacy.

"Tum abhi jao...main khud freshen...ho ke aa javonga"

Geet, shied away as she realized the she had brought upon his conscious self in the bathroom, particularly when he had his index finger stuck in his mouth and the froth from the paste bordering his inner mouth which bawled embarrassment.

Having come over to the bed and left alone to practice the excuses she would have to give Shasha for not entertaining anyone in her room for the next couple of days, her mind focused on the sleeping arrangements she would have to get done by nightfall. Well she was not the kind ready to compromise on her beauty sleep, when bags under the eyes were not received well by her customers. Geet stepped out of the room, careful to lock it behind and left to see Shasha, indeed a fancy name for the pimp around here.

She was now in the large room by the entrance to the building, mostly referred to as the commons by the dwellers of Rooftop and was once again light grey, painted floor to ceiling in one color. The large windows, was draped in white to let in more light to this dark place and had its usual cheap adornments, very typical to other kotis in the area. Shasha was sitting by the white diwan, her feet stretched, clothed in a white frilly long skirt and blouse, with Manisha by the side, indulging herself to the nuts and diamond cut sugar cubes placed in an intricately carved wooden box. With no mood for light banter, she jumped right at what she had in mind for Shasha to execute the very day.

"Shasha...customers aaye tho mere kamre main math bejna...pinky ke kamre main bejde...aur vuse saaf bhi karade..." she asked of the women clothed in white.

"Kyon....tumhara kamra kyo kya ho gaya?" Shasha snapped back, taking a break from the line of nuts she had been popping into her mouth.

Mentally, having done with the swearing, Geet responded, anticipating the moment, she could turn and get back to her room, away from the commons that reminded her of her shoddy identity.

"Pinky mere room me shift ho jayegi...Aur mujhe ek aur bed chaiye mere kamre main pinky ke liye" Geet explained and quoted another ask.

"Hmmm tumhara demands tho roz pe roz bad thi jaa rahi hain...pata hain kitna karcha kar rahe hain tum par" Shasha resisted giving in.

Geet now determined to walk away wanting to ignore her, turned around and started her trudge towards the door and spoke aloud as she counter argued "Karcha bhi aur vasool bhi...bhool mat jaana" to Shasha's wolfish comment.

Now that shasha discerned all the loss she would incur if Geet was to abstain from even one day's of work over a bed that she might even manage to get free of cost from a mattress dealer that visited the place, she mentally gave in. For now she went with a cover for her approval to Geet's request. Shasha hailed to her as she was about to get out of the door. "Teek hain, hume pata hain kaise aur kya karna hain...hum kardenge basu saab se pooch ne khi baad"

Back in the room, the day's proceedings was interesting as both MK and Geet spent a fair amount of time covertly observing one another when they were to be engaged in some form of activity. MK had learnt that she was obsessed with cleaning and perhaps felt she even had some disorder of the compulsive kind, for she would wash her hands and smother hand cream countless number of times all through the day. Not having left behind, Geet also had a good idea of his seating manners, his habit to check email obsessively, and not missing out his clothing style and how he stood for all that described a textbook recluse.

Sunday having been her day off, she had the room to herself for the night and that now presented another problem. Geet absolutely had no reasons to switch places with Pinky in her room and moreover, she felt, she would be a more suitable guard to ward off any inquisitive tramps from stepping in than having an edgy Pinky manage such situations.

Being veiled all day, she was now used to it and even made up her mind to sleep the same way, right next to him on the same bed. Geet had momentarily paused by the corner of her bed, as she wavered in her mind about letting him know of her intention before they were to share the bed, but brushed off the thought and went ahead to build a barricade of pillows, right in the middle of the mattress. It was a well thought out execution for she simply did not want his arm or leg to land on her, as she would be making up for the light sleep she had the night before.

At the moment MK did not want to comment on what he anticipated was about to happen, before he actually witnessed the act of her jumping into bed with him, and so he waited for her to do so while he aimlessly surfed a magazine on his lap. Now was the moment to pose the question and hence he did.

"Tumhara doosra bed nahin hain" MK asked in a neutral tone.

Geet now strolled across the room and stopped to get the lights after she sought his acknowledgement to get them out. She walked back to the bed and lay on the other side and she answered to his earlier question.

"Aap subha se isi room main the na...tho yeh unnecessary sawal kyon?" she jeered.

Her pun was getting to him and he gave up now for his intention was to have asked why she could not have moved with anyone else for the night, but not wanting to argue with her, he maintained his silence. To anyone from MK's mansion his bizarre self today would have come as a surprise for he was not the one who would accommodate a woman's comebacks.

Geet realized, she had to help MK get to his side and so she once again got up and helped him turn as he slid down the pillow. MK's strange yearn to catch a glimpse of her eyes, before he could retire for the day did not becalm his mind and yet he, turned to glance at her. The room was ill-lighted and he could only locate her golden specks as she came closer. It unusually soothed him in this grim place and that let his mind to settle, to come in terms with the strange pull he had towards her. He now calmly accepted to act out its whims as it instructed him.

As the second craving to hear her voice came up, he voiced out the same. "Dekho main sote waqt apne bed kisi se bhi share nahin kar sakta" he quoted to her and to which she rolled her eyes. To this play down act of hers, he was ignorant of for they had their backs face each other, while they lay side by side on her bed.

She responded to shut him for the rest of the night, or so she thought that moment.

"Pehla correction yeh mera bed hain aur main aapke saath share kar rahi hoon...aur doosra...main sirf baajo main soo rahi hoon...aur kuch share nahin karne waali hoon...samje na aap?" she snapped, with every intention to have him go right to bed without another word from him, for she was tired from being his help and having had to explain and argue all that he posed to her. MK indeed had been a difficult man for her to handle. She couldn't help notice the frustration that had showed up in the way she had put out the message for him. It made her wonder what called out for the vexation in her. Did she want to resist the want she had in her to lie next to a man who did not want to savor her physically for one night? Geet had no answers, only mere wants and at that she closed her eyes to dream of a place where her needs could come to life in those dark hours.

It had been an hour deep into the night, when she felt a cold shaft of air wake her up to her senses of the frigid world she lived in. She needed that warm blanked to snuggle and slip back, right to the scene of the dream her mind had been playing for her, but it was too late now. She had already felt a tug on her sheet that once again brought in another wave of the nippy air in the room to have a taste of her skin.

It was MK, shamelessly pulling to keep a greater length of the sheet for him.

"Aap please mujhe bhi soone denge ya nahin...tand lag raha hain mujhe" she cried in a torpid tone.

Catching on to what she meant, MK made a deal with Geet for the next time they were to face this situation. He now offered a solution too, which to her seemed very classic male behavior exhibited in its raw form.

"Kal Maneesha ke list main king size blanket dal do...yeh do logon ke liye kaafi nahin hain" he recommended in a displeased tone.

"Kaafi hain...aur mujhe pata bhi hain...yeh sab yeh thakiye ke wajah se...aap vus kone main hain aur main is kone main..." she said, speaking for all the nights she had shared the same bed with Pinky.

"Tho main kya karoon...tumhare bahon main so javoon?" MK pounced right back at her regretting every word of it. He threw at her all that was left of the blanket on his side of the bed. It was a look worth a picture as Geet digested his remark and gulped a mouthful of air at his choice of words that made up a casual but yet-sounding-intimate remark. Not wanting to go ahead with more arguments, both of them pacified their minds, which still had every intention to have a few more exchange of words, and that brought piercing silence into the room now.

It was not just a good night's sleep written for Geet, for now she heard his teeth shatter as his body shivered in the chilly weather inside the room. "Perhaps, I had been too cold to him" she wondered. And to this she acted to pull the pillows away and inched towards the middle of the bed and covered them with the thick blanket that had been privy to her for the last 2 hours since their last bickering gala.

Unable to contain the emotion that she was indeed going out of her way to lay next to a man, who she was only sheltering in her room, made her direct yet another incisive statement to him.

"Dhust dhanav kahika...mujhe ye sab karna pad raha hain..jo maine aaj tak kisi ke liye nahi kiya..." she sneered.

The warmth was much needed for MK and so he now moved to focus on her statement she had made than to her act of having moved in closer to lie right next to him, with her back to his side.

"Kya kaha Dhust dhanav...main tumhe dhanav jaise dikha raha hoon?" he jabbed at her.

"Aur nahi tho kya...main vutni bhi sakth dil waali nahi hoon, jo aapko aise tand main kaamp tho hue dek ke bhi kuch kare bina soojavoon" She responded to justify her coldness so far.

He had to react for at that moment, she had made him seem a weakling under her charge.

"Main kahan kaamp raha hoon...main tho..." he said while he lifted his right hand to prod it in front of her face.

It did not take a moment more for both to realize, that indeed his hand had resembled a fluttering twig under the control of gushy cold winds in dry winters. At this they broke into a laughter and MK paused to listen to her in the tranquility of the night. It had a strange calm in it, but as he paid attention he connected with the shrieking of her soul that needed rescuing. He didn't know what to make of it and decided to mull over it another night, wondering if the moment was ever to repeat itself. To Geet, it was a different conversation her mind was having with her heart, for the mind called out her increasing ease with MK, to have stemmed from the simple fact that she had been with many such men and that according to her logic was what had caused her to lay next to him without embarrassment ruling her air.

But her heart still called out the sole difference that she was never to have done such an endearing act for another man from the same cruel world, who was not to pay her a price for having to share her bed.

It was not a night to choose the one winner whom she would abide by and so she called a truce for now and moved ahead to sleep through this dark part of her day.

MK couldn't fall asleep easily and since only a few minutes had passed since their squabble, he took the liberty to hold her attention for some more time before she could slip into her dream state.

"Geet... Tum hamesha apni moo kyon chupake rakti hain?" He asked curiously.

Surprised that she was at the timing and of his question, she instantly turned to face his back and threw a barb right back at him, for she wanted to find out more about his interest in the matter he had picked to discuss.

"Kyon aap mere chahra dekne ke liye taras rahein hain? Aur mera naam Chandini hain...please yaad rak lijiye " She asked MK and smirked at her wisecrack.

"Nahin...nahin...aisa kuch baat nahin..." MK answered in a hurry, wanting to clear his name behind her claim.

"Tho pooch kyon rahe hain?" She questioned back with the same inquisitiveness.

"Thoda ajeeb sa laga Geet...ki tum hamesha mujse apna moo chupa ke rakti ho..." he clarified to her.

The fact that he continuously ignored to call her Chandini was upsetting her and that showed in her response to him. She was simply Geet to MK and that was not simple to her, at least not yet.

"Main apna moo na dikhavon tho voh mera marzi hain..." She responded with command, but wanting to make it lighter, she went on to add "Agar aap ko mera chehra dekhna hain tho...moo dhikayi rasam kar sak the hain...lekin aapko mujhe gift tho zaroor dena padega"

This allured MK for a bit, but unable to give in to his temptation he tried to stop his conversation right there, for such weak moments was not something he wanted to be a part of his characterization...not in this life.

"Meri maa...tum sojavo....main sirf 5 din ke liye hoon yahan pe...tumse kam baat karoon woh hi mere liye achha hain" he called out, hoping to end his failed attempt to have a pleasant conversation with her.

The silence was deafening and her heart raced to answer his one question he had asked to indicate his attentiveness towards her.

"Vahi aap ka jawab bhi hain MK...aap yahan 5 din ke liye rehne wale hain...main yahan pe saare waqt Chandini ban ke tho ghoom nahin sakti..." she spoke as sadness filled her voice.

"Main nahi chahti ki aap mujhe Geet ki pehchan se dekhen...main rooftop main sirf Chandini hoon" she clarified. It was not the answer he had expected. For having disturbed the deep place that had been untouched in her for a long time MK turned to face her as pain gushed through his ribs and muscles.

"Aaah" He let out a cry in discomfort. Geet had not expected him to make an effort to turn at that moment, and so she jumped to support herself by her elbows and helped to guide him, with her hold on his shoulders.

"I'm sorry Geet...I didn't mean to..." he apologized for the pain he had caused her, but at that instant, MK did not know that it was her conscious decision to let him know of her dark secret.

"Agar main tumhe bahar miloonga tho tumhe kaise pehchanoonga...ki tum hi Geet ho..." MK blurted in a hasty moment for it was part of his bigger concern if the veil was to keep her face from him. Now that seconds had passed he revolted inside for all the blunders he had given out that day.

"Aapko mauka mile tab na...agar milna chahte hain...toh Chandini se rooftop main mil lijiye ga..." She answered with no remorse in her voice. Chandini was her only identity in life and she had accepted it without any guilt or doubt.

"Bus bhool jaiye ki Geet se kabhi mile the...aaj ke liye ye kaafi hain..." with that she ended their bedtime talk for that night.

It was not a statement he could argue back at and it had conveyed to him the parts of her that was alive and dead now. MK did not know if there was anything he could do and neither did he clearly know if he wanted to do something about it, for now he was only ready to have one weak link in his life. This indulgence did not pose any danger to him, for there was no one else watching him as he peered to note her every gentle move and gave an ear to all her dulcet words, within the confinements of her room.

Geet was MK's distraction and that he did not want to resist...for now.

A long one....It was funny how I had to rewrite some parts. I forgot Rooftop was narration from 3rd person perspective and had penned Geet's monologue for a major part like NY times...Well that's 10 pages for you, so please at least leave a line for a comment/post. Like button anyone?