Prologue from Maan pov
Three months had passed since I last saw her. She looked so happy. The smile and and laughter on her face made my heart swell with joy. So what if I was not the reason for her joy. Atleast I could be a part of it. She was my best friend. The times we has together always to be cherished forever. But one thing I could never tell her was that I loved her more than life itself and if it meant seeing her happy with somebody else and so be it. My Geetu my best friend my love. I promised her today I will return for her wedding with her fianc Dev but I could not go. I could not bear to see her marry anyone else. I wish I never left her and went to London for 3 months. I had to hide my tears.
Last night, I was returning home to Delhi when I saw a girl standing at the edge of a cliff about to jump. I rushed out I was angry at these peOple who do not know how to value there own life. Being away from Geet I turned myself into a stone. I was not allowed to be weak.
I ran to the girl and pulled her away from the cliff and was shocked to see her face. My Geet. She had bruises all over her. Her face was swollen. Her eyes were red. Her eues full of pain and misery. I noticed one thing she wore no marriage symbols.
'Geet what happened to you?'
'they killed my parents Maan my sister is missing. He raped me abused me everyday. I can't live like this let me die Maan I want to be with my parents'
'Geet' I screamed holding her shoulders tight. 'who did this to you?'
'Dev and his mother and his girlfriend'
'your marriage?'
'never happened. They killed my parents in an accident and took me with them to show the world what great people they are taking in an orphan. I told my sister never to return. If she does then her life will be ruined too'
'Geet don't cry I'm here now I'll always be here your best friend Maan will never leave you or never leave them either'
'where were you Maan when i needed a freiend?' Geet asked before she passed out in my arms.
precap: Dev mother : Geet is dead now. Good all her money is ours already and now so is her ancestrial property'
Dev : mum money we now have but now who am I meant to torture in bed every night I used to have so much fun with her.
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