Maneet FF:Dreams ~3~ Part 32 page 139 - Page 36

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Geet sat at the foot of the bed, her head on her knees as she shivered with wails and sobs. Her cries rocking her body from within. What was happening to them? Their lovely small paradise was on the verge of breaking. They had never been so mad at each other, sure Maan lost his cool and he had walked out when she asked him to. Why didn't he stay to talk to her, cajole her, explain things, let her explain things. Her heart thudded loudly when she heard Daadima's voice calling her frantically. She quickly stood up and wiped away her tears just in time to face her.

"Geet, aap apna phone kyun nahi utha rahi?" She asked

Geet whirled around to pick her phone which had a dozen missed calls from her home in Hoshiarpur. She looked up with wide eyes as Daadima gave her the cordless. "Take this. Rajji ka call hai"

Geet took the phone and apprehensively brought it near her ears "Rajji tu ro kyun rahi hai?" Her eyes brimmed with tears again and she heard her sister cry and tell her that their Dad had a stroke. Too many blows in a day made it difficult for Geet to stand on her two feet and she collapsed on the floor. Savitri Devi took the phone from her hands and talked to Rajji getting all the details. Apparently Mohinder Handa had a heart attack and was admitted in a city hospital. Telling Rajji to take care of her mom and that Geet would be there as soon as possible she disconnected the call. She took Geet in her arms as she cried out loud, sobbing uncontrollably. The loud shrieks turning to whimpers; her body devoid of energy, she slumped down. Savitri Devi made her sit on the bed as she tried Maan's number. Not getting any response, she turned to Geet.

"Geet, honsla rakhiye… Aap hi himmat haar jaayengi to Rajji aur Tito ko kon sambhaalega?" she softly wiped her tears as she asked Geet to get ready for they were leaving for Hoshiarpur right away.

"Daadima, aap? Maan—"

"I cannot get in touch with Maan. And I am not comfortable letting you leave all alone at this hour of night. So we will go together. We will keep trying to reach him and let him know about our whereabouts" She gently put a hand on her head "Don't worry everything will be fine"

And with that the two of them left the house, a few moments before Maan entered the premises missing them by a few minutes.

The whole house was plunged into the darkness giving Maan an eerie feeling. His heart thudding loudly, he made his way to his bedroom but didn't find Geet. He checked everywhere, from kitchen to the terrace and finally took out his phone to call her. He ignored the number of missed calls from his Grandmother. Whatever she wanted to talk about was far less important than talking to Geet at this moment. He dialed Geet's number and heard a faint ringtone. He followed the sound carefully and it led him back to his bedroom. Geet's phone was lying on the floor abandoned.

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"This is so much better than we thought" He snickered. "I did not know you could play so well."

She had told Dev that she met Geet but didn't tell him that Geet didn't believe her. She hadn't even told him that she tried a move on Maan. She had been rejected and damned by both and nothing could give her more peace than to see them suffer. If she had to lie through her teeth, she would. She looked out the window to look at the garden below where Naintara was taking a stroll. "How much of this is the truth?" she asked.

"Truth about what?" Dev asked

"Naintara being pregnant, of course" she whirled around to look at him in the eye. "Or is she just happy to help you in your devil ways"

"Oh! She is pregnant alright" Dev waved a hand "And no she doesn't know anything." He pointed a finger at her "So you keep your mouth shut"

"I am not stupid"

"Says a girl who once thought Maan was gay simply because he wouldn't give her a time of the day" he threw his head back and laughed loudly.

"Shut up Dev. Now leave me alone. You work is done. Go home and let me know whatever transpires there"

She daren't tell him that Naintara had infact seen her talking to Geet but had she heard the whole conversation of just the few parting words?

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It had been three hours since Geet and Daadima left the house. While Daadima had fallen asleep on the way, Geet was too broken to take pleasure in any slumber. Her whole body ached with emotional pain which was becoming too much for her to bear. Her tears had not stopped flowing ever since she left the house. How she wished Maan was there with her at this moment to console her and take her in his embrace. She closed her eyes and felt his strong hands around her providing her comfort but when she opened her heavy eyelids, she found herself alone in the pits of agony. "Maan" her heart cried out.

"Geet" Maan stood at the balcony alone "Where are you?" He ran a hand over his hair in frustration. He had been circling the block looking for her. He had checked all the possible places she could be. Thinking she might have returned home, he made his way back but was welcomed again by an empty house. The shrill sound of his phone brought him out of his reverie.

"Yes Adi..speak" His face contorted in rage as he listened to the information Adi gave him over the phone. "Don't do anything yet. I want to speak to him myself" he nodded his head as he cut the call.

His bedroom walls were making him claustrophobic so he walked up to the terrace but the moments spent with his Geet made it difficult for him to breathe in the open air too. The whole place had her memories etched in them and he knew his whole life revolved around her. He had to be with her, where ever she might be. He decided to talk to Daadima , he knew it was too late but he couldn't just sit and do nothing. He was standing outside her room when Nakul informed him that Daadima and Geet had left for Hoshiarpur. A confused Maan looked at Nakul when he told him about how Geet had been crying and Daadima whisked her off to her place.

Nothing made sense any more. Daadima took Geet to her parents place? But why? Was this her way of solving problems? He had been going crazy looking for her and she just left him on the first hint of trouble. He fished out his phone and dialed his grandmother's phone and waited for her to pick up.

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"You really don't know me, do you?" he asked.

"Maan, I don't have time for games. Can't you see I am busy?"

"You are always busy" he took a carrot and bit into it. Geet looked at him, "Hey!! Stop eating those. I need these to make halwa."

He put the last bite into his mouth and wiped his hands on the towel. He moved closer to his working wife who was giving more attention to the vegetables in front of her than her husband. Circling his arms around her waist, he placed his face in the nook of her neck and inhaled her sweet scent. "Tell me something Geet, why do u smell like that?"

She looked over her shoulder "Smell like what?"

He crunched his nose. "Oh I don't know----" Geet's face twisted in anger as she poked him with her elbow pushing him back and put her hands on her hips.

What would he say? Another one of his attempts to rub her the wrong way? Many ideas sprang to mind, but she shrugged them away.

"Maan? Smell like what?" she asked again.

Curling his lips into a smile he spoke gently "---like blissfully and heavenly sweet that I cannot resist to stay away from you" he pulled her gently back into his arms. His deep black eyes, surrounded by yet darker lashes, did something very primal and powerful to her sanity.

His nose traced its way from her earlobe to her mouth leaving a trail of hot skin behind. His hands made its way around her back into her soft tresses and emitted heat from his fingers, gently messaging her scalp. Unknowingly her hands went around his neck, pulling him closer. Melting into his arms, she sighed and waited for him to devour her when his phone rang.

The phone rang again. Geet opened her eyes slowly. She looked around and found herself sitting in the back of a moving car. She had been dreaming of Maan. Yet again !!!

She looked on as Daadima updated Maan with the situation at hand that led them where they currently were. She heard Daadima chiding him for not picking up her call earlier.

"Oh." His face showed relief and agony at the same time. "I was busy before so didn't answer" He lied through his teeth.

"Aap Geet se baat kariye. She is very upset" saying she handed the call to Geet.

Taking the phone with a nervous feeling, Geet closed her eyes as she heard Maan's frantic breathing on the other end. Another jolt of electricity rushed to her stomach.

"Geet, mujhe bataya kyun nahi? Aur kitni baatein chupaaogi mujhse?" Fresh tears made their way down her pale cheeks. She opened her lips, to gasp a protest, an excuse. Anything.

Nothing came out but another moaning, "Maan"

"I am coming Mishti, I am right behind you" He closed his eyes "whether you like it or not"

Geet bit her lip from crying out loud. She did want him, why would he think otherwise? She tried once again to talk but then it was pointless to grope for anything else, anyway. Maan had already hung up.