I'm so sorry for this sudden surprise cum shock, but I'm not free tomorrow as I have so many plans, and I don't wanna break my Three Part - Three Days Promise at any cost ! 😛 😉 😆
And, can't update from mobile as part is not saved on mobile ! 😭
So, here it is ! 😳
Playboy
Three
When she reached his, another home in Goa, she was stunned by its beauty, it was pure white big cottage on the seashore, and it was beautiful. His entire cottage was based on white theme, and there were wind chimes all along the front door, there was no one on the main gate, not even security. She felt strange because all these years, she never found him without security. Apart from the main gate, there was a big wall covering the front side of his mansion, no one from outside could not even catch a sight of the house. There was a small garden by the entrance, and there was a little fountain in the middle of the lawn, green grass. The main gate was closed, she rang the bell but no one opened the door, she waited outside for a moment but nobody approached, impatiently she walked by there and went to the garden area and backside of the house, and she gasped, it was splendid view of the sea from there, she looked up for someone to catch up but it seemed like no one was there. She went back and again rang the bell, but this time the door opened and she was shocked, there was a boy looked like he was in his teens, standing in front of her staring at her foolishly, she was taken aback.
'Who are you?' the boy asked suspiciously.
Before she could answer, the boy interrupted,
'Same eyes, same color, same features…Are you…Miss Geet…? I mean Geet didi? Geet Bhabhi? Aunt Geet? What should I say…?' he smiled on his own joke.
'…stop it!' she was irritated by his name calling by then.
'Who are you and how do you know me?' she asked curiously.
'Oh! I'm chhotu, and ma'am those who know Maan bhai must know Geet ma'am… Maan and Geet are those names which are meant to be taken together, Right?' he asked confidently.
She was surprised by his answer, and touched. She tried to control her emotions, and wet eyes from flowing tears in regret and pain.
'I want to meet him…Where is he?' she asked in low voice.
'I knew it; you would come, surely come. I told him but he never listen you know…but now that you have came I won the bet…now he will have to make chocolate cake for me…you know na? He is a good cook, but he will never admit…' he was blabbering continuously while trailing inside the room but she stood there on the door as she was not yet invited. She stood there silently, watching him going away and looking for the living room. She was shocked and surprised as this boy, Chhotu was completely like her, and she wondered how come Maan let him stay there. She smirked.
'Oh! Come in…I was in hurry so forgot to invite you…Come…Come…It's your home only…' He welcomed her and gave her water, but she was not interested in anything, she just wanted to see him as soon as possible, it was long separation for them, the time was killing her more and more.
Chhotu led to her to another room upstairs, and she was amazed as entire front wall of the room had her pictures, each emotion of her was clearly captured and arranged perfectly, she remembered some of those were taken by him and some of them were gifted by her to him, and in the corner, on table, there was one small photo, there was nothing special about that one that caught her attention except for the fact that, in that photo she was smiling with him – he was there holding her in his arms – contended. She tried not to cry, but eventually she found herself shedding tears silently. Still she was restless as she did not saw him yet, she was looking for him everywhere but she could not find him and then chhotu pointed at the balcony silently and walked out from there.
She walked ahead and through the glass sliding doors, she saw him from back, he was sitting on the bench working on his laptop, she could not see his face as he was sitting in opposite side, she moved ahead and came outside, it was cool breeze, and dark clouds, it was rainy season but there were no signs of rains, it was just cool wind kissing her wildly and made her shuddered. She moved ahead nervously, it was almost after three years she was about to met him, she was nervous and scared – scared for him.
He did not notice who was there, but he felt someone's presence which was his very own, the same scent. He did not turned around to look but when the figure kept coming closer, he had no choice but to turned aside and looked for that figure, first he thought it might be chhotu but he knew it was his private time, he would not disturb him at any cost, and there might be someone special for which he disturbed him.
As she came closer, she saw his face, still same glow but pale. He seemed much weak, his body was not like it was before three years, his deteriorating health was inescapable from her eyes, but still his physique was well build and he had the same charm on his face, she noticed that he lost some weight, too. She, in no amount of time checked him out and he saw her – literally shocked. He closed his laptop and put it aside and got up. He stood there in disbelief, in shock, in surprise. She stood there still – watching him there in front of her after years, her eyes welled up with tears just like his. Through teary eyes he looked at her for a moment and she felt like they were frozen, their world just stopped. Everything else was normal and moving around them but their own personal world was stopped – frozen and motionless. They looked each other for few moments, in eyes, trying to absorb the fact, the reality which was in front of them. In no matter of time, a stream of tears made a mark on her cheeks, he was still in disbelief, and his eyes were moist. She impatiently came to Goa to meet him, but when he was in front of her just inches away, she was motionless, she was so choked with overwhelmed emotions that she could not finish those two steps. After few minutes of silence, he broke the silence.
'Geet…I'm sorry…I never knew…'
She was once again surprised, hearing her name after all these years from his mouth was amazing and wonderful for her. She closed her eyes just to feel the moment, her name in his husky voice, it made her shiver, but he chose to speak those words which she should have been said, she instantly opened the eyes and stopped him straight away.
'…No…Maan…I…Meera told me everything, I know…'
'It was always, you and it will be forever, you…only you.' he said it adoringly, looking straight into her eyes.
He was speechless. She was speechless.
After few another minutes of awkwardness and discomfort, he offered her to sit; they sat on the bench, inches away. In front of their eyes, there was a huge, wild sea and big, stormy and violent waves, sun was about to set, between dark clouds, and they were gazing at the sun, at the dawn, as if silence was their communication.
And, indeed, silence was their communication for a while.
Slowly, she squeezed his hand gently; they still did not remove the gaze from the sunset. They slowly clasped their hands together. She was silently shedding tears. Eventually she broke the silence after it seemed like eternity.
'Maan…I'm sorry…Will you ever be able to forgive me in this life?' she asked wretchedly. She knew in this life, she had not even a right of expectation of forgiveness from herself, considering his state was far away from her.
'Only if you will never leave me again…' he said in one simple and effortless sentence.
And they broke the gaze, and suddenly she hugged him, as tight as she could, he hugged her back, they were together after years and only way to find solace was embracing each other, and soothing their pain. She cried miserably on his chest and he rested his face on her shoulder, to hide his pain and tears. After what seemed like eternity, they broke the hug and she was there on his shoulder. He kissed her forehead lightly and he smiled. She smiled.
And he told him about his life in Goa, how he came here and he was alone. How he met chhotu. He considered himself as fortunate as he found chhotu there, when he was a child his parents died in his own factory, since then Maan took his responsibility, for his life and his education and he found it strange that he never saw his face earlier back then, he was sponsoring his education and living expenses, like he always did for other unprivileged children but he never shared it with anyone. He came here and found this boy and later came to know that he was the same boy whose education he was sponsoring. Chhotu was thirteen then, he voluntarily agreed to work for him, even after his thousand denials he decided to work for him for the half day, Chhotu believed that Maan was the one who saved his life and who was his mentor, his youth icon which Maan never believed was true. Even after Maan's rejection he did not give up and continued to come there and helped him, for regular work. Eventually Maan had to accept defeat in front of his stubbornness and firm determination, he let him helped him and furthermore, he helped him in study, too. They had their little world, in mere one cottage in the Goa. Chhotu helped him in his regular work and meds, food and arrangement and he was there for helping him in study and teaching him other things, life.
Geet was amazed by the fact; she smiled at Chhotu's love for his Maan bhai. There was another person on the earth who loved Maan just like she loved him. They sat together for hours, and talked about how they spent their lives without each other and how they survived, between that there was a time when they felt guilty for each other and asked for apology but eventually they decided not to discuss it further. She was resting her head on his shoulder and he coughed blood, and that was the moment when she realized for the first time, his reality, his disease, when she came here she forgot about it, but now when she realized it, she looked at him with sad and depressing eyes, he looked at her adoringly, he smiled to encouraged her. She could not control much; she got up from there so that she could not break down in front him. As soon as she tried to leave from there, he got up and called her.
'Geet…You can't escape…' he said firmly.
She did not turn around but covered her mouth to stop the sound of her whimpers.
'Look at me…Come to me…please…' he pleaded.
She turned around and went back to him, he held her hand and made her sit on the bench, he held her tight and said in low voice,
'I'm scared…'
She saw him through teary eyes and there was tears welled up in his eyes which shook her more, she, for the first time saw him in tears.
'I'm so scared, Geet…I don't wanna die…I want to live with you…It's so scary…I…' and he sobbed and he hugged her, she let him, she hugged him tight, tried to soothe him, she rubbed his back with one hand and ran fingers in his hairs with another hand, he hid his face in her shoulder, to find solace, to find solitude. There were no more tears to stop, no more pain to hide, he was with her, she was with him, he let his fears come forward that he tried to avoid and bury deep down behind his firm eyes and bright smile. His fears, which he never shared with anyone, he released all his pains and fears to her, for the first time after years, he admitted that he was scared from death, he did not wanted to die soon. But he had to accept his reality, he accepted it, but as it was coming closer and closer, he was scared, it was natural.
'Trust me maan…its scaring hell out of me too…but you are here, I'm here…We will face this, we will…' she said encouragingly. She knew it had no sense but still from deep down her heart it was making sense, it was just a small tiny drop of water in dried out land or desert.
***
Rest of the seven months spent happily on the cottage with each other, they made their little world - She, Maan and Chhotu. They were happy together, she helped maan in every way, and together they both helped Chhotu in study and his work, Geet and Chhotu were bonded together in no time, though they had enough of fights and arguments but at the end of the day, they loved one man, for whom they were together – her playboy. They had made each and every day blissful, even though she was scared by his continuously deteriorating health with each passing day, but he was no more scared, not terrified anymore, he was happier, more contended and in high spirits, he found his destination, he was with her and he was happy, together they were happy and contended, he did not need anything else, they married each other before a month he passed away.
***
It was a rainy, stormy night, at 3 am in the morning, when she held his hand tightly and he was looking at him adoringly as always, she was scared but she did not let her fears came to her face. She smiled and encouraged him, through labored breaths he managed to utter few words,
'It was the best time of my life…these seven moths…you gave me life…'
She did not said anything, she just held his hand more tightly, she did not wanted to cry, as she really did not wanted him to die restless and in pain because she knew that he could not see her in pain, she smiled yet again.
'I love you, Mr. Khurana…You are amazing, thank you for touching my life…'
'Mrs. Khurana, it was always you…and it will be always…forever you…'
And he closed his eyes with another labored and broken breath. She looked at him for a moment and hugged him tight, he was gone – her playboy was gone.
He was free, in heaven, waiting for her till eternity stops, till universe would vanish away, till the sun would stop rising in east. He was gone and waiting for her to join, to live their life together in heaven. She cried silently on his dead body for few hours, he was gone, and what remained were his memories, his soul with her, and their love as he always said, love and souls never dies, only people dies.
After Nine Years
The same flashing lights were making their eyes blank for a moment and they were smiling, it was another day for whole world but for her, it was the day when he left her, he left them. She was sitting on the big round table with Meera, Jay, Tammy and her husband when someone announced his name, everyone clapped and welcomed him. And there she saw him coming from the back and shook her shoulder, and bent forward and touched her feet, and hugged her quickly, left from there and reached the stage; he was bright, dark and handsome with roughed look and same style of stubble which his dad used to maintain. He was dressed in tuxedo for his first day at work, he came from London before a week after higher education and then, he was handed over the position of CEO of the Khurana Industries from his mother – Mrs. Geet Maan Singh Khurana.
He was none other than her very own Chhotu – their adopted son, their only child, his son, his student, his friend, his life savior. She remembered the day, after their marriage, he proposed her to take him as his son, it was the unique demand from him, he wanted her to accept him as their son, and she was agreed willingly and happily and Chhotu was on cloud nine, he always considered him as his mentor, his friend, his only relative on the earth. And, it was him who suggested his own name after his father's name. Maan. He was obsessed by his father so much that he prefers to be called, Armaan – The name after his father's name. Armaan as in her Chhotu was happy that he found his favorite parents on the earth, those short lived seven months were the best period for all of them, Maan, Armaan and Geet. They lived their entire life in those seven months, like a family.
She could not control but found herself in tears, but Meera held her hand and smiled at her, she smiled back and they looked at her son on the stage. He confidently made a key note speech about his work and intentions. It was professional but at the end of the speech, he stopped for a moment, looked at her and smiled and continued once again.
'…Today I want to confess something about myself and my life, as I'm the most luckiest person on the earth because everyone come on this earth with no options, but I came, I chose my parents…I lost my parents when I was a child - a mere four or five years old boy but then I met someone…he was a man who saved me, my parents died in the same factory in which I will work from tomorrow…but that person helped me…he sponsored my education and living expenses and it was not about the monetary gains…he taught me to live…one fine day in Goa, I found the same man broken and lost, fighting for his existence…It was not in my understanding level why it was like that, why it was complicated but I knew somewhere that he was the man who was behind my existence…if he would not have been there for me…I would have ended up like a loser, I decided to work for him, helped him…I knew he was alone and I was alone, all I had to do was to help myself by helping him…'
He stopped as if he was remembering something,
'I remember…in the beginning… how he tried each and every possible thing to get rid of me…but I did not give up…I used to go to his house everyday after school and cooked for him, and helped him…with his meds, too. I…was young…he initially hated me but then slowly he started liking me…I can say that because we were bonding well, and he helped me in my study…he taught me how to make pasta, how to play chess, how to make muscles, how to solve math problems in a minute, how to ratify your mistakes, how to solve sudoku in less than one minute, how to play cricket, how to play football, how to charm people, how to charm young girls, how to get a nice girlfriend, though I'm still learning those thing, trying to be best, like he used to, he was best and he tried to make me best, and still I'm here…trying, and I will always try because… Maan Singh Khurana is only one…One in millions…I can copy him but I can never be like him. All I know is that he was the man who gave Chhotu a small, teen boy a name, Armaan Singh Khurana a new birth, a new life. He was suffering from AIDS, when he came to Goa, I really did not know what was the problem but one evening while playing chess with me which was the game I never won against him, he always used to beat me…it was when he silently confessed it, to me…I was not shocked, not angry or just anything because all I care was that I was with him, and I had to take care of him…'
'And then…one fine day…She came, his love, his life came back to him. Honestly, I have never seen him happier in those three years with me, but after she came he was far more happier, those seven months were heavenly blissful, heaven for him as his smile reached his eyes, I was still confused why they were sad sometimes, because I really did not know about seriousness of his condition, I never thought about leaving – his leaving. Geet…My mother…Aahh…It's very strange…I mean, probably I'm the first son on the earth who can't say their parents a Mommy and Daddy…as they adopted me when I used to call them Maan bhai and Geet ma'am or Didi, literally my relation with my mom was never ordinary, because we both loved the same person to death, and when she came I was insecure because he was happy with her but within few weeks, I started liking her…She was just like me…crazy…soon we got busy in our little world, she took care of him, I spent more time in school and studying and he helped me a lot…And there was one day after his marriage when he came and literally proposed me to adopt me as his son…I remember it was the day, I did not say anything but I hugged him tight and cried a lot…probably my answer was yes as I knew, as they got it…I cried like a small baby until she came and made me eat that chocolate cake that he made for me… for celebration… Best night of my life, it was the last time I cried in my life, I never cried after that…not even when he passed away…he taught me to be strong and I promised him to take care of my mom…his love…his life…'
He stopped for a moment, Geet could felt the moist gathering in his eyes slowly which he tried to hide.
'I don't know how it feels to have father…because I never had…but if someone just come and teach you everything, hit you when you lie and don't work properly, play with you when nobody is free for you, when someone teaches you to live life larger than it is…I think this must be the feeling of having father…when he guides you, he scolds you, he teaches you and he loves you unconditionally…and…just show you the way…Like he did to me… I am thankful to my mom and dad today, he plainly took a stone from the trashcan, polished it and made it shine like a diamond…And I promise him today that I will never let him down, never in my life. I never called him dad…never when he was with me, but today…I so want to call him….DAD…wherever you are…I love you, you are my father and best thing happened to me and my mom…I love you DAD…'
And he had tears shining in his eyes which she could feel and he tried to hide, and immediately he stopped. By then Geet was having tears welled up in her eyes, and she smiled at him. He smiled back through wet eyes, everyone present there was speechless by then, no one even reacted. And then, Geet stood up and clapped alone with tears shining in her eyes. And then, Meera stood up crying a river, and everyone got up and joined them and applauded from him – Mr. Maan Singh Khurana.
Armaan came and hugged her mother, and they got busy congratulating him. She was silently listening to everyone and that was freezing moment when she saw him, passing by the crowd in plain white, looking divinely handsome, smiling at her, adoring her. She looked him lovingly, and slowly he came closer and touched her, kissed her cheeks and said,
'It was always you…It will be always…You…Forever!'
And she smiled through tears, she tried to touch him but he was gone. She looked at him trailing off somewhere in the crowd and he turned back and again, smiled. His charming, enchanting, magical smile and she felt in love with him again. His one smile made her weak once again; she looked at him smilingly and said,
'Playboy!'
And he was gone. Disappeared. She looked at the place where he was there before a second, and soon she was interrupted by her son. And she joined others, without him but still having him in her soul – with him.
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: Maddy's Note :
Well, First of all,
A Big Thank you for reading my OS. Thank you ALL ! 🤗
I wanna say something about this one, many people think love is something very personal and it could only happen between two lovely people. But I think, I tried to show the other side, I mean it was all about relation. 😳
And, My favorite line : " Life is Beautiful, *Conditions Applied. 😛
Life can be unfair, but never too much unfair that one can end up like loser ! Relations are gifted by god ! It was just little attempt from my side that even if life is so unfair and mean, we can find a way, Like in my OS, how Maan find a way ! 😊
And, Relations !
Apart from love, there may be other relations on earth which is beautiful, Like between,
Maan and Meera – A True, Intense, Pure and Deep Friendship.
Maan and Chhotu as in Armaan – A Wonderful relationship of friends, teacher and a student, and lastly A Father and A Son love story !
Geet and Chhotu – A Unique Bond, having same feelings ! They were obsessed with one person – Maan. And then, A son and A mother !
Maan and Geet – Do I need to say anything ? Hell yes, LOL ! But only one thing, Love is Blind and Limitless ! That's it !
So, it was not just Maaneet Love story but it was all about relations ! How life can become beautiful even though we know there is dead end, its just that walking on that road with your loved ones, with hope and love !
And, the song ! Well, this was the only song I was singing and thinking about, when I wrote Maaneet Last scene and all their situations in Goa ! I just love this song very much ! Soulful ! 😭
I don't know whether anyone would like this attempt or not, I'm so doubtful for this one, as it's completely different one from my other works ! As all my other works were based on Love story between Maaneet ! But, this time I moved one step ahead and had a broad view of Love and Relations ! 😊
I'm perfectly fine, if someone does not like it ! It is completely my view and my thoughts ! I am okay with anything ! Appreciations and Criticisms both are highly welcome ! 🤗
Once again and Thank you all for loving my work, or hating it 😆 but considering it, he he he !
Love,
Maddy😊
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