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Kiss the 'Knight' Goodbye
Three
It was night by then, geet did not open her eyes, and she was still sleeping in his arms. He looked at her tenderly. He kissed her forehead and wiped a drop of tear that fell from his eyes on her forehead. He could not believed what happened with her, he felt mixed emotions in his heart - worry, pain, concern, pity, sympathy, extreme anger, rage and love. His heart tore apart after listening that, the torture his wife went through, he wanted to kill that man right away, but he was helpless once again, he could not take the risk to ask her anything about it, she was already suffering and at that moment, he thought to control and care for his wife than take revenge from that evil man.
He left from there for a while and went to his gym and started doing his tai-chi to control his anger, but it was not helping, his anger was increasing by each passing moment, it was agonizing for him. he blamed the god, why this was happening to them, everything was just fine and smooth, 'why' was the one word, he kept asking in his mind, over and over. He moaned in pain, in ferocity, in rage and when he could not take his bitterness anymore, his fury within his soul, he broke the ice and wooden table, his groan echoed all over the mansion. It was bleeding from his hand, but, within, his heart was bleeding from piercing ache and his soul was burning with a feeling of vengeance but he went on and on. He smacked the pieces of ice and wood. He banged his fists against the wall again and again, he cried out loud and finally, defeated, vulnerable, tormented and crushed; he fell to his knees and roared 'Oh! God...!'
***
After a while, he brought food for his family - his wife and baby, he looked at the bed which was empty, it sent a physical jolt through his body, he became restless, he looked everywhere, he did not find her. He began to worry and panic. He searched through each and every room but did not find her, finally, he came back to his room and he heard the sound of water from his washroom, he went further on with horror and saw his wife sitting under the shower, covering her knees with her fragile hands, looking lost, fully drenched. Her hair was messy and her kajal spread everywhere around her eyes. He skipped a heartbeat. He went there and sat near her. He tried to touch her but stopped by her, which shook him a bit.
'Don't...don't touch me...! Maan, don't...'
He didn't say anything he just saw her in awe.
'I was just...trying to remove the dirt...just...you know what I'm saying, right? So don't just...don't.' she was persistently going on and on, out of her mental state, traumatized and shocked. She was not looking at him, trying to remove the kajal with her weedy hands and watching her disturbed face in the long classy mirror placed in front of them. His heart sank, hearing this; he tried to control his devastating emotion with lots of effort, He grabbed her hands tightly and made her look at him forcefully.
'Geet, Look at me...! Just look at me...! Look into my eyes, geet.' he said in husky voice. There was not even a space of single inch between them.
'Maan...I...'
'You are fine, geet. You heard me..? You are...'
'...raped...I was raped...!' she completed the sentence in effortless way in blank voice before he could speak and maan shut his eyes tightly, he just could not hear the fact. He felt like someone stabbed a knife in his heart. He grimaced; he gulped down the rage, swallowed hard. He had to, for her. He cupped her face.
'Geet...! Listen to me, I don't care with your past, what matters is you, me and our baby. I see my future with you only. And our love is sacred and divine, god knows that. Geet, for me purity means you! You are my world, I worship you. But what I need is that you to forget it; trust me geet, together we will face it, we will overcome this. I LOVE YOU, do you hear me? I LOVE YOU, geet, no matter what!'
Geet looked at him with eyes full of love and affection, she looked at him for a while as if it was convincing, and she trusted him - which she indeed did. She was mesmerized by his words, by his action, by his reaction, by his warmth. Simply, she was awestruck by her angel.
'Yeah...! Trust me...!' he nodded as he understood her unspoken words and feelings. And he cleaned her face and dark black eyes, stained by kajal, with his smooth fingers.
She hugged him tight, so tight, sobbing hard and he engulfed her in his strong muscular arms. They both embraced each other in pain, sorrow. They sat under the shower for a while, for a cold water to wash away all their pains and sadness, he hid his face in her shoulder to bury his own fear and pain and she hid her face in his broad chest to bury her fury and pain, to calm herself down, to calm her anger for a while, to bury her terrible memories deep down in her heart and mind, to feel his warmth. The cold water kept drenching them for a while, to wash away all the unseen burning tears of them, to wash away the grime came into their life - in their blessed relation.
***
After a while, he carried her into his arms and made her ready for dinner, he fed her, she fed him, they forgot everything for a while, and they were found in peace, in each other's arms in dim light of moon, coming from the windowpane; her face was glowing in his arms in the soft moonlight. By the midnight, maan woke up with a start to look for his wife, only to find her sleeping beauty serenely in his arms. He relaxed, sighed a breath of relief. He thought, it was the first night after months when she did not see her nightmares, she settled down and calm But what he did not know that, in between, when he was fast asleep, she woke up silently, and took sleeping pills, to avoid her nightmares.
With the dazzling sunrise in the sky, a golden ray of sun coming through the pane on his angelic face and manly stature, made him woke up slowly, to witness his wife's innate beauty, as always, he looked at her adoringly, without even single motion, carefully not to awake her. She slowly opened her eyes, just to watch her husband giving him killing looks, she found pure love and admiration and his serene eyes.
'Do you do that every morning?' she asked giving small smile.
'Yes! I love watching my angel sleeping!' he said and lowered his head to kiss her.
'Good morning, wife!' he added and kissed her lips gently.
'Very good morning, husband!' she wished the same and kissed him.
'How can someone love me this much?' she said staring at the ceiling.
'It's a secret, I can't resist but love you, sweetheart!' he said with a smile and he pulled her up and kissed on her neck.
'By the way, it's time for holiday; we are going out for few days, probably Europe or wherever you wish for.'
He added, pulling her closer in his lap.
'But maan...'
'Don't worry; I asked doctor, its fine and safe, it's just a matter of few days, I will take care of it. Just wait till two days; I would not even wait if my uncle was not coming from Canada.'
'That, dev uncle?' she asked.
'Yes! He will come tomorrow after so long, I think almost twenty years or something; he never came to India, not in our marriage, too. He will stay for two days only, got some work here, get his room arranged by servants, nothing to worry.'
She seemed least interested in the matter; she hugged him tight and said in his chest, in husky voice, 'I love you, maan.'
'I know. I love you, too, sweetheart!' He said and kissed her and tried to get up but stopped by her.
'Don't you want me to go?'
'...hmmm...no...! Stay with me, don't leave me.' She still didn't leave him.
'Okay! I promise I will be back by noon. There is a problem at site, I will see it and come back fast in your arms. Okay?'
'Promise...?'
'A gentleman and the MSK promise'
They both burst out in laugh and got up from the bed.
***
Maan was busy at the site, he wanted to run away from there to be with geet, he was worrying for her every minute and his phone suddenly rang, it was almost noon then, he had to go, he expected the call from geet, but he was wrong. It was from nakul - his trusted employee.
'What is it?' he said in hurry.
'Sir...sir geet madam...'
'What happened to her? Is she fine? Tell me what happened? Where is she?'
'Can you please come home fast?'
'Okay. I will be there in five minutes. Watch over her. And he cut the call and drove as fast as he could, probably fastest in his entire life.
When he entered the mansion, he saw nakul standing outside their room, he was panicked. He asked what happened and nakul really did not need to say much, it was evident from the voice from the room, she was screaming in between the voice of breaking things. She did not open the door, eventually he had to break it, and when he entered the room, he got shock of his life; he stood there rooted for a split of second.
There were white sheets of paper all over the room, maan could not recognize the face drawn on each of them, as if she was trying to make picture of someone which he guessed the same guy, he saw flower vases broken into million pieces, and everything was messed up, her little radio the only thing from her past, from her old home, was broken into pieces on the floor, there was wires from the TV and music players, which was disconnected from it. He saw her sitting around the corner with a knife in her hand, trying to cut the paper with it. She looked scared from something or someone, he saw her hands were covered in blood, her shoulders and face was hurt, and he saw the wall on which stain of her blood was there. she was muttering something under her breath which maan could not listen, he went ahead and heard her saying, 'Don't do this...stay away from me...please...leave me!' he was taken aback, he quickly grabbed her and asked what happened but did not answer, in fact he did not need answer, and he already got it. He shook her from shoulders.
'GEET...! What are you doing? Look at me. What is all this? Do you even know what could have been done?' he screamed in anxiety.
'Don't...stay away from me...leave me...you are with him, you all are the same, you are...just leave me. See he's there, he is with you, he wants to kill me, I know...leave from here...or I will kill both of you...leave or I will kill you...!' she screamed and tried to free her hands and tried to harm him.
She pointed the knife to him and within a split of a second, before he could understand anything, out of nowhere she stabbed it in his left shoulder, with oozing blood and unbearable pain, and he twitched in excruciating pain. He tried to protest her and successfully managed to throw the knife away.
He left her hands, and sat there in shock, looking at her in distrust, it hurt him to the core, and he was hurt - deeply hurt, not physically but mentally. He controlled his tears shining, in his deep fearful eyes, he had no time to cry over his pain or grief, he had to protect her and their baby from herself, each and every passing moment was killing him from inside, it was dark side of life and love, he was witnessing, and he had to fight. He determined his mind and he quickly regained himself to control his wife's wild actions. The only thing he could thought about to calm her down was the baby.
'Geet...! Look at me, no one is here, it's me, your maan, I would never hurt you, geet. You are pregnant, you are carrying a baby, damn it! How could you hurt yourself? Don't you care about the baby? Do you hear me?' he screamed out loud to make sense into her.
She immediately came out from her trance, she looked at him, and her eyes were red and swollen. He calmed down a bit from shivering in fear and pain.
'Geet...! Touch it! Feel your baby, see, it's your baby, and it's in you. Feel it.' he managed to put her own hands on her flat stomach.
She touched it, and overwhelming sensation came over her and she broke down. She cried out loud, in guilt, in pain, in mercy. She touched his injured shoulder and she cried in pain and guilt.
'I'm so sorry, maan. I love you, I'm so sorry, baby...I'm...Oh! God...what I've done? I'm...so...sorry...' she sobbed more and more in his arms.
Maan was petrified, he regretted his own actions, he should not have left her alone ever, the guilt overpowered him and he hugged her tightly and whispered sorry repeatedly in her ears. And maan silently promised himself to never leave her like this. She was scared, she hugged him, tight, and she hid herself in his lap, like a little scared kid does hide in his mother's lap. He rubbed her back and tried to soothe her like a mother does to her frightened child, to protect her child from the whole world. They both were enough to complete the missing part of relations in their respective lives. Later she nursed him, she took care of him, like her own baby, she fed him, the guilt rising in her chest was not hidden from him, he consoled her, and she tried to soothe away his pain, but only physical, she could never fix his soreness, his heart. With her, he was suffering every minute.
***
Part Four
Edited by mdmsk - 14 years ago
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