Something Called Love
Twenty Eight
Next day when Adi came to meet him, he explained him everything that happened, what shocked him most was that Geet had to save him life at the cost of separation, he could not believe that a smart girl like her would trapped in like this, he however understood that, she could have come out from it, but she chose path of love and ethics, he respected her more and more then. He got to know that she was marrying Nik, and most probably the chances were positive, Pinkey was there in her marriage but she did not know what was in her mind.
'Why didn't you go there?' Maan asked in worried voice.
Adi did not say anything, he had no valid reason except that he had work and he could not attend her marriage, as he was not invited as Geet knew that Adi would do something for her and for him. She could control Pinkey but she knew Adi as he was Maan's friend and he would anything for them.
'But Maan, there are still chances that she must have walked out from the marriage. Pinkey tried but she never listens, you know.' Savitridevi said worriedly.
'Yes, Maan... It is possible that she decided not to marry him.' adi added.
'No. I know her by now. She would never escape from situation, especially now. I know her, and if she had given words to her father then she would never back off. Even if the circumstances are not like I'm guessing then also, she would never back out. And, if she is confused then trust me; she will marry him for sure. I know her; she is alone, so alone that even in front of mirror she could not see what she wants. She must be acting weird looking at herself in bride's costume, and I think your wife Pinkey could not help her except for booze. I think by now, she must have been married him.' he said dishearten and broken.
Though he was gloomy but he smiled a little thinking about her, dressed in bridal wear, and acting weird and feared. He could not forbid a small smile on his lips when he imagined her with a bottle of bear in hand, a bride - a confused bride. Somewhere he knew from his heart that her so called wedding with Nik was not important at all for him. He knew that she was his, and he was hers.
'What will you do now?' adi asked confusingly.
'I want to meet her once, just once.'
And Adi got call from his wife and he was shocked to hear that Maan was true about her and how he understood her well, but another thing that shook him was that she left her husband, Nik the same night they married. He told it to Maan, who was even more shocked and relieved.
'Where is she?'
'No one knows.'
'I know what I have to do now.' And he left with determination.
***
The doorbell rang and he opened it after five few seconds and he was shocked to see him there. He was Maan - The Maan Singh Khurana at his home. Nikhil was dumbfound for few seconds to react, he stood there until Maan asked,
'Do you want me to come in or you will come outside?'
And then they were on his terrace, the same place where she left him, he told him everything what happened that night and how she divorced him in less than 24 hours, except for one thing that she broke his nose.
'Where is she?'
'I really don't know Mr. Khurana. She did not even tell me. All I know is that, she was in her village for two days, as her father passed away.'
Maan was shocked to hear that, the only person in her family close to her was no more, he was worried for her then, and she was lonely, abandoned. He wanted to find her at any cost, to take her in his arms, to cry over their pain.
'Where is she?'
'Do you think I'm a liar?'
'Yes.'
'Trust me once Mr. Maan, I have got only one address where I found her before marriage. Try to find her there, otherwise I have no idea.'
He gave the address to him, and he was about to leave when Maan stopped him.
'How did this happen?' he asked pointing at his nose.
'Oh! I just fell from the steps, it was slippery.' He touched it and smiled.
'Look here.'
And he punched him hard in his nose, as hard as he could and slapped him back to back.
'That was from geet.' He smiled and left.
'Damn! You two...you...she did the same...' he shouted.
'I knew it. I know my Geet very well.' He shouted but he did not turn around and left smiling proudly.
***
She came late from the office, after she lost her father, she decided to cut the cord from her family for ever and she continued to work in Delhi and her old rented flat, she established her small world she designed, though it was not complete but it was there. It was small but she designed it wonderfully, it was her innate ability. As soon as she entered the flat, she felt something was different, she sensed it that something was up, as soon as she switched on the light. She was shocked; she choked, gasped for air. The entire wall of hall was filled with little 'post-it' stickers which she used to have it in office - his office - Khurana Constructions.
Half of the wall was filled with yellow sunshine post it and half of it were blue. She remembered her days in Khuranas, where her each and every work and schedule she used to write in it and then throw it away, or fixed it to the wall or his table. She came forward and started to read it one by one.
Mr. Khurana, 10.30 am sharp in conference hall. Miss Handa.
Mr. Khurana, I want you to check my presentation, NOW. Miss Handa.
Mr. Khurana, Nice shirt. Miss Handa.
Mr. Khurana, I don't need your money. Consider this as your payback for putting up with me later that night and give me shelter for one night. I hope it settles my account with you. Miss Handa.
Mr. Khurana, I will meet you directly on the site, will wait for you. Miss Handa.
Maan, going to collect your reports, wake up and you will see me. Geet.
Maan, I'll be back in half an hour, take your medicines after you finished your exercise, or geet will kill maan. Geet.
Mr. Khurana, I'm not coming back after lunch. Miss Handa.
She was reading each and everything with tears in eyes and smile on lips, and suddenly she saw little box attached in between them, it was gift wrapped, she took it and opened it and she was once again shocked to see that. It was the wedding vows they made in pinkey's marriage. The same paper which was crushed by her was maintained and kept by him, though there were creases on the paper, the wrinkles made by the crush could not be re-done but, it was framed beautifully, the creases on the paper was adding beauty to the paper, she reminded it was pinkey's invitation card cum pass. She smiled through tears. She ran fingers on it and read it, written beautifully in his handwritings.
1. We will love each other, even when we will hate each other.
2. We will love each other, even when any of us will have Cancer or Alzheimer.
3. We will never run away from the situations, come what may, we will fight and survive but we will never escape
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Geet & Maan.
There was not even a single change in the vows, except for one minor yet major change; he added their names, Geet and Maan. She smiled again. She was still amazed and smiling and she found herself in his arms, he hugged her from back, and she closed her eyes in fear that she might be hallucinating again. She touched his hands, it was the same as she used to love, strong yet gentle. She immediately got lost in his scent, the very own and magical presence of him. She tried to turn around to look at him, but she did not. In fear that she might turned around and loose him again.
'You can...its real.' He whispered in her ears.
'Do you read mind?' she asked in shock, still did not turned around.
'No. It's just that an extra ordinary creature on the earth is in my arms so...'
Before he could finish his sentence she turned around swiftly and hugged him tight, she hid her face in his chest and shed tears, soaked his shirt. He hugged her back as tight and hid his face in her shoulders, to hide his pain. She could not control but cry endlessly in his embrace, her whimpers were the only sound in the room. After what it seemed like ages, he broke the hug and lifted her chin to look into her eyes, they were still the same hazel and big, innocent and round but there was weird and wonderful spark in her eyes, they were reflecting peace and happiness.
As soon as he broke the hug, she came out from her trance and soon her mind was covered with the bitter memories of her past and she left his hand and stepped back swiftly.
'Am I stinking that you are running away from me?' he asked smilingly.
'Are you suffering from partial memory loss?' she asked intentionally.
He came forward and held his hands, looked at her lovingly.
'I know everything, just everything from the moment you said 'I agree' to my mother and how you punched your ex hubby nik's nose. Relax.'
She was taken aback, her mind was full of questions and she could not think anymore, it was like she was frozen and her mind has stopped working. She looked at him in awe. He understood it soon and he explained her everything what happened back then and how he knew the truth from Adi and Dadima.
'Maan...'
'You don't need to say anything. What you did was just...I'm so sorry geet I should have listened to my heart...'
'No...you were almost dead because of me...'
'...fool. You saved me. I'm alive because of you...you saved me geet.'
'But I made...'
'Why did you believe her, geet? Why did you agree with her?' he asked her in puzzle.
'I...I did not wanted to believe her maan. Trust me. But...I was scared...at that time...the night...when you were almost dead in my arms...I was so scared...I was not in a state of thinking anything...logic...I was numb...I don't know...I was much scared that I could not think about anything except you'I would not believe her or agree to her if it was not you in my arms...but I could not take risk with your life in jeopardy...I just could not...And trust me I tried to come out once...but she was more powerful than I imagined...you were deliberately given overdose of drugs that day...and I decided I could not risk your life anymore...I just could not...' she broke off.
'Do you know the night when you were fighting for your life...? I was vulnerable and more than shocked...I could never explain how disgusted I felt at that time...You can never feel it...except when you will see me in such state...dying on the...'
'...don't say that. If I have to go through this for understanding how it feels like then I would better not understand it. I can't...I'm not strong geet. Men are never strong, they only find ways to get support and if they do not find convenient support then they successfully avoid. It is that, the women are strong and they continuously push the courage limit of men and make them stronger for the world to fight. You are my woman, you are my girl because I know whenever I will feel weak, vulnerable you will push me, and you will support me no matter what. I know there is thousands of irritating thing about you that I hate, but what I learnt from you is that, you never say die. Even when there are dark clouds, you never fail yourself, and me. You fight, no matter what would be the result but you fight. You make your way.' He said proudly.
'I learnt that from you. You never know this but how many times, knowingly or unknowingly you show me the way to live, I know you will never agree so drop it off.' She said.
'But maan...I was at fault...I was...' she added.
'I know you had your own valid points, I can understand. Now, can we please stop talking about that? I can't see you like this at all...look at you...you are so...so...'
'...sick, tasteless, lifeless and dispassionate in fashion anymore,' she completed the sentence correctly.
'Exactly,' He confirmed.
There was silence for a moment, they did not say anything but looked at each other like they have never seen each other before. She again hugged him as it might be her dream and she would loose him. He embraced her in his arms and kissed her forehead.
'God! I missed you.' He whispered.
She did not say anything but cried on his shoulder.
'Geet, I don't know what is this, why is this but all I know is that, if I can see myself happy with someone until eternity, then it's you. I mean there are numbers of things about you that I hate the most, like you are little insane when you work overtime, you hate red flowers, you have some hormonal imbalance problem when you see me naked, I know you were drooling over me that morning when you were under my bed, don't say no... you hate me when I talk to girl, you hate my black coffee, but I'm not like you. I am just a simple man who loves you, even though you did this horrible thing with me when you tried to set me up with a gay. I know, you are scared from flying and darkness but most importantly I know that you will do anything for me, you will sacrifice your own life for me, and you will love me the most.'
He stopped for a moment.
'I love you. I never believed in this word called love, but I don't know when you came and changed it for me, I know you too did not believed in this four letter filmy word, but I know, you love me a lot, and you just cant utter this word...'
'...I love you. Now stop it...Look at you...' She smiled.
'Thank god...I was memorizing each and every line from the moment I came in. you see it's just not my type...I hope you can understand...'
'...I know because it's neither my type...I love you. Simple, sweet and sober. Doesn't it conclude everything?'
'WOW! You are just amazing, love you.'
'I know. I'm amazing as always.' She smiled
'So, will you please spare your precious time and marry me?' he asked. He took out the ring from his pocket and stood in front of her and held both of her hands.
'I know I'm not going on my knees, because there are chances that you will kick me out.' He laughed.
'Yes. Smart move! Mr. Khurana seems in my absence you learned so many things' she grinned.
'Don't ask, Miss Handa. It was living like hell without my intelligent partner.'
He was about to put ring on her fingers and she stepped back, leaving him confused.
'What?'
'I want to tell you something before this marriage thing.'
'What?'
'I can never be mother...again.' She said painfully and burst into silent tears giving more weight to last word she uttered.
'Again?' he asked confusingly.
She could not say anything, she collapsed on the bed, and he looked at her in shock.
'I was...I was pregnant that day when we were attacked...'
'What?'
'You were...you...my baby...oh god...you...my...I killed...' he was running out of words because of shock. She held his hand and made him sit in her lap and cupped his face, which was in pain, extreme pain and regret. He was devastated and broken, thinking about her state, and her pain she bear it all alone, the physical and mental torture she went through and he did not even know that.
'Look at me...Look at me baby...Maan...Look...' she pleaded him to look into her eyes. As he looked into her eyes unspoken tormented apology, she continued.
'No...you saved me and our baby Maan...you saved us both. But later that night when you were fighting for your life...I just lost it...I don't know what happened, sudden pain and I lost it...I lost our baby Maan...' she cried.
He was frozen, to react on anything. He silently wept tears while she held him hand tight. She caressed his face, and kept wiping his tears but he had every right to mourn over his lost baby. She knew it that one day she would tell him, but when the moment came, it was agonizing for her to see him in that shape, his mental shape.
'Doctors said, my uterus is hostile and there will be chances in future of serious infection or cervical cancer. I can never give you the proud and happiness of becoming father...Maan. I betrayed you and God gave me punishment, he took my baby from me, he gave me harsh punishment Maan...I am so sorry...so sorry...'
'Shh...Don't say that...no...' he said and took her in his embrace tightly and they cried for their lost baby, reminisced of their lost baby. They kept drenching each other for a while. She made him sleep in her lap and ran fingers into his hair, as she always liked.
***
After few minutes, when he was in better shape, he got up and cupped her face,
'Geet, it will not stop me for making you mine. I will marry you, you get that? I love you Miss Geet Handa, for what you are. I love you, no matter what. And, you can't rely on one statement of that doctor...!' he whispered in his ears.
'Maan...?'
'Hmmm...'
'Are you sure I will become mother?' she asked suspiciously.
'Do you trust me? Do you have faith in my love and little bit of trust in your god?' he asked firmly, looking straight into her eyes.
'Yes.'
'Then you will...'
'But Maan, what about Maya, I mean...maya ma'am...I mean you're...' she was confused what to call her ex-boss then.
'...relax. I will see it, I will see now. She had already lost everything, dev left her home and came to me once again, you are with me, and I promise I wont let her touch you...she already killed my baby now I will not allowed her to do anything in my life.' He said firmly, with deep eyes.
And he made few calls and instructed something which made geet smiled.
'You like designing homes, don't you? He asked her.
'Yes. I will design our new home.' She kissed his pointed nose, fondly.
'So, when are we getting married?' she asked and smiled.
And he took the ring and slid it into her fingers; he kissed her fingers, his first gift, and his thumb ring. He was happy that she did not remove his thumb ring even after she left him and his life. He pulled her closer in and gently brushed his lips against hers, she did not protest, she kissed him back. They were lost in each other, to bury their pain of their loss, their fears deep down in their heart.
***
Maya Gujral was shocked when she read the all the newspapers next morning, the headlines were,
FAMOUS BUSINESSMAN AND MOST ELIGIBLE BACHLOR OF THE CITY READY TO TIE THE KNOT WITH THE CEO OF KHURANA DESIGNS
MAAN SINGH KHURANA : HOOKED AND BOOKED.
MISS GEET HANDA, CEO OF KHURANA DESIGNS, TO GET MARRIED TO CEO OF KHURANA CONSTRUCTIONS.
UPCOMING EVENT OF THE YEAR : A GRAND WEDDING AT KHURANAS
She threw it all and tore them apart; it was a tight slap on her face by Geet and Maan. She never ever thought in her dreams that a small town girl like her would do something like this, publicly made statement and announcement of a grand wedding was far away from her thoughts. She called her immediately. Before she could heard geet's voice, she shouted in anger,
'What do you think of yourself? You see you have made mistake, now he will pay for that. Your one mistake will kill him, I told you to leave him alone...'
'...relax mother. And next time when you call my 'would be' wife, please take care that you control your temper and language. She is with me now, try to touch me or her and I will show you who am I. But, it's not in my blood and not what I have been taught by my grandmother, to humiliate someone that is the reason I am not doing something; do not consider as this my weakness. I don't know why you hated me so much, I always loved you as my mother but I think that was not enough. You rejected me, it was fine. You hated me, it was fine. You left me, it was fine. You tried to kill me, it was fine. But you should never have trapped Geet in. You made a mistake by hurting her but I still respect you, and that is why asking you to stay away from me and my life. Dev is happy with me and my little family, don't ever try to get him back, he does not want to see your face. Don't force him. I am so sorry like someone said to you, you are alone and you will be alone. Thank you. Have a nice lonely life.' He said and cut the call and Geet tighten her grip on his hand and looked at him to comfort him but he could not hide the tiny drop of the tear from the corner of his eye and he hugged her, buried his face in her shoulder to hide his pain and disappointment, to bury his love for his mother and to make a new start.
After few days, the same newspapers came up with other headlines,
MAYA GUJRALS BRINGS END TO HER LIFE BY KILLING HERSELF LAST NIGHT.
MAYA GUJRAL KILLS HERSELF, IN MYSTERIOUS CIRCUMSTANCES.
SOLITARY KILLED MAYA GUJRAL : AFTER SON LEFT, BROKEN MAYA KILLED HERSELF.
Epilogue
They married after one year, according to the Indian rituals. She was happy and contended with him, as exactly was his case. After thousand arguments and fight, they finally chose Europe for their honeymoon. He wanted to take her to the world tour but she refused, as she firmly believed that she could not leave without her home for more than enough days. And, finally he had to give up against his wife. Days and night were becoming shorter for them as they were on seventh heaven, loving and more loving.
She opened her eyes only when the soft golden rays of the sun upon her eyes, disturbed her. It was dusk, the sun was speedy and restless to hide behind the mountains and was about to set, they had shopped in the near area in the morning, so she was tired and went to sleep. She opened her eyes and closed it again and put her hand by her side, habitually to find him, but she did not as he was not there. She got up with a startling instinct to look out for her husband. She checked everywhere, in balcony, in washroom, but did not found him; she was scared for a moment as he left her alone in strange country. But soon she found a note on dressing table with a box which was gift wrapped beautifully. She smiled and pick up the note.
Mrs. Khurana,
Stop smiling! You look gorgeous, good evening!
She smiled again and looked at herself in mirror for a second and smiled again.
Don't you trust me? You look gorgeous, no need to check in mirror, again, stop smiling and get ready in thirty minutes, wear the dress in it.
Love your monster now.
Mr. Khurana.
'Of course, I love my monster.' And she blushed. And she opened the box and she was dazed to see the white beautiful wedding gown in there and then she realized what he was up to. And she remembered the noon when he was at rest, her splendid fifteen days with him.
He was on bed, working on her laptop, as his laptop was hidden by her. She came inside the room and shouted,
'What is this maan? You are on rest, what are you doing on my laptop?'
'I was just sending some mails. Do you mind?'
'Yes. I do. Put that down right now.' She ordered.
'Okay. By the way, nice wallpaper.'
'Oh it's the shot from Ireland. My school friend went there with her family and she showed me the snaps. I just love this place so much. I always wanted to be there, but you know with my family? It's mission impossible. So, I took it in front of me, dreaming is not bad habit sometimes' she grinned.
'I love this place; you know I always wanted to get married there.' She exclaimed with joy.
'What?' he was surprised.
'Yes. Imagine you and your partner, that's it, no once except you two and of course the minister and between the huge mountains and rivers, and green wide open meadow. Isn't that lovely?' she asked interestingly.
'It's filmy.' He said irritatingly.
'I knew it. You don't deserve to know my dreams even. Leave it.' And she left with her laptop.
She comprehended the whole thing, why he was keen on choosing Europe and why suddenly he changed the plan last morning and brought her here to Ireland. It was making much sense then. She quickly got ready, she was adjusting her hair and someone knocked the door, she opened the door to found two ladies which looked like perfect trainees, she was informed that they came from spa and they were booked for get her ready in wedding attire by her husband. She smiled and welcomed them, they helped her to get ready, and after she was ready, a chauffeur came and took her to some place, it was the place exactly like she stored in her wallpaper, it was open and wide meadow with green grass all over and there was a river passing through huge mountains, but she could not find him.
As she came closer and closer, she saw him, standing on the top of the uneven ground, he was standing there with a man looked like a minister to her, he was in his tuxedo, looking like a prince from heaven just waiting for her, she was given a bouquet of white flowers, she took it and soon she was there, standing on front of him. He looked at him lovingly, and she looked at him in awe. Before she could utter anything, she was cut off by him,
'You look gorgeous.'
'You are looking like a prince; you are giving me an inferiority complex. Damn it!'
'Don't worry, you are the only one' he smiled.
And they take their vows, the same vow which they taken before at the night, the same vows that they framed and made it special and placed it on the center of the wall of their bedroom. Basically, Geet believed in words more than rituals, she believed that the faith is more important than rituals, it was on their marriage night, she confessed that she mentally dedicated her life and soul to him the night when they made vows, she thought they were married the night when they promised each other to love each other forever, unconditionally and irrevocably. They promised each other to never escape or run away, for her, the words and the promise made to each other was more important to the tradition of the world.
After minister finished his part, he declared both of them a man and a wife, they were married, like she always wanted, she always dreamed. Marriage, was a beautiful relationship between two persons, made by two persons and worked by two persons, and that day, he made it possible, he once again surprised her and fulfilled one dreams out of thousands, he was her man - her 'M', her Monster, her angel - her knight. She never forgot to thank god for letting her witness and live with such an incredible person as a boss, as a partner, as a son, as a brother, as a friend, as a companion, as a husband and she always prayed to god that soon, she would add the 'as a father' in her list.
They kissed. Even though they have kissed millions time before, each and every time, when he kissed her, her heart started to pound every time and she found herself in some other fairy tale world, as they kissed, she felt the same.
'Maan...thank you!' she said emotionally.
'Not yet...baby. Control your overwhelming emotions, there is something yet to be done.' He said and kissed her neck.
After a while, she saw a small luxury and much lavish yacht in the middle of the river, which was coming to their way near the shoreline. He took her hand and made his way to the yacht that was beautifully decorated with lights and flowers, her favorite white flowers and orchids. Soon they were in the middle of the river, between mountains, and her and him. It was dark then, she held his arms tightly. He embraced her and offered her champagne; they both were standing by the trails, arms in arms, without any fear.
He asked her for dance, and the music started, and it was once again, her favorite song,
Flightless bird
She threw her arms around his neck.
'Maan...'
'Hmmm...'
'Is this for real or I'm just watching another dream?'
'Please, don't insult me and my work. I was planning this from last fifteen days, man!'
'Okay...Okay'but still are you...?'
'Geet...'
'Okay, no more talks only dance...'
'...no...only love.'
And he sealed her lips with a passionate kiss, she was lost, in her 'M's world.
Soon she found it impossible to avoid her immense desire, an urge of the soul to meet his soul. He carried her in his arms inside and then, they were finding solace in each other's souls, they were on the journey to touch their souls.
After Six Years
Staring at the front purple colored, copper textured wall and in precise axis, a medium sized frame of their wedding vows perfectly fit and accompanied by many other photo frames decorated unevenly, she smiled. There were many photos of them, their moments, cherishing moments she looked at her favorite one they took in Kailas Mansarovar where she always wanted to be, with him. And, one of their wedding click, her favorite, and she saw herself in another one in Miami, skinny and sexy, and she looked herself, and pouted her lips with a fake disappointment. And, then she saw his one shot took at the same place, he was as usual, muscular and fit, there was not even a single millimeter change in his well-build physique, she missed a beat looking at his bare body. As usual, in all those years, he slowly and gradually, knowingly or unknowingly fulfilled all her wishes and she did the same and in fact, was doing the same. She once again, glanced over at the wall and could not help but smile little, how her life was blissful then, how they managed to love each other even after thousands of fights, arguments, disappointment and sometimes, failure, too. She thought, nobody was perfect but they were perfect for each other.
She ran fingers in his dark hairs, and he was smiling in his sleep, he grunted her name, she bent a little with struggle and kissed his hands, it was early in the morning, she was awake from last half an hour and sitting by him with the support of thousand pillows, and he was sleeping typically by keeping his hand protectively on her eight months and two weeks pregnant belly.
He slowly opened his eyes and looked up to check the face of his wife, as soon as he looked up, he saw tears slipping down from her chubby and pink lips, one by one. He got up to match her level.
'What now?' he asked causally, as it was then normal for him. Ever since she became pregnant, she had a drastically change in her nature and mood, she was more sweet and cute then. He hid his face in her neck, and kissed her warmly.
'I'm a planet.' She said crying but he could only find that sweet.
'Oh! But a sweet and cute planet.' He answered smilingly.
'That means you accept that I'm a planet.' She said in anger.
'Oh! Baby, it's not that'you know you are so sweet, I love you more and more nowadays.' He genuinely said.
'Liar' she grunted.
'How are my babies? It's a lovely morning babies.' He bent a little and talked with their twins.
'They are not letting me sleep. In fact, they are not letting me do anything. I can't walk properly, I can't sleep. And, from today morning, they are kicking my ass badly.' She moaned in pain.
'Then why didn't you wake me up? Wait, I will call doctors.' He said anxiously and got up from the bed before she could say anything.
'Maan...'
'No chance, are you still in pain?'
'Yes but not that much.'
'Fine. It means we are going. I will get ready in five minutes.'
'Take shower at least daddy'
He smiled but he came to her, carried her carefully, made her ready lovingly and only after that he went to the washroom. After five minutes, he came back wrapping towel around his waist, she looked at him and even in the pain, she forgot to breathe for a fraction of a second, he about to put on his white shirt but stopped by her.
'Don't wear white.'
'Why?'
'You look like vanilla ice cream in that, and I hate that nurse, she keeps staring at you, shameless!' she said frustratingly.
'What?' he asked in wonder and chose the black one.
'Don't wear black.'
'Why?'
'You look so hot in black, like a Hollywood muscle man, the other nurse; she stares at your face and biceps all the time.' She cried.
'Geet! I can't believe you. You are about to deliver my babies, you are the mother of my children and you are'jealous from that nurse? Oh! Now I got it why you were so desperate to go with Dadima last time! Aw'my baby! He smiled and came closer to her and pulled her cheeks and kissed them.
'You have never been this much sweet and cute.' He smiled and adored her again pulled her chubby pink cheeks lovingly and kissed her.
'Shameless! Liar!' she shouted.
'Okay.' And he chose purple shirt.
'In purple, you look like juicy dark purple grapes and that...'
'...enough Geet. Here is the deal, how about I go there like this? Without shirt? He asked showing fake irritation.
'Okay. White is better. I like white.' She said and tried to smile in extreme pain.
***
After thirty minutes, she was lying on the operation table and he was holding her hand tight and caressing her forehead with the other hand. From the very beginning, they were informed that her pregnancy was a high risk pregnancy and could be unsafe and hazardous to her life, she was attended by a team of doctors and hospitalized twice in last eight months, and it was more than enough reason for Maan and Dadima to get worried. He was tense, but he could not show it to her.
'Did you see that? When we came, she welcomed you, smiled at you.'
'Geet, it was normal and above and beyond that...I love you.' He smiled and kissed her forehead.
'We will talk about this later. Once I finished this, meet me home Mr. Khurana.'
'Ok. Mrs. Khurana. We will see.' He agreed.
She winced, and tried to make her face normal, 'Where is Dadima?'
'Coming. I called her. You don't worry'' he assured her.
'How could you forget to inform her, Maan? Do you know how much she must be worried for me? How could...'
'Enough...It was early in the morning and I did not want to disturb her...'
'She is ours...What disturbance essay you are talking about...? When children needs mother, nothing else matters...? Maan...'
'Okay...I am sorry...but she will be here in few minutes...Relax Geet. I know you are worried but trust me...I am with you...'
'I can see from your face...how much confident you are...In fact I am strong than you...Mr. Khurana, delivery is not your business...' she smiled little with effort.
'Whatever...And it is indeed not my business, Mrs. Khurana' he rolled his eyes and held her tighter as he knew she was right, he was much more panicked than her.
All of a sudden she shouted in pain, and clutched his hand even tighter. He tried to calm her down, but more than her it was him, who was shocked and restless.
'Maan...'
'Yes, geet.'
'I want to say something, I love you... I love you so much Maan, if anything happen to me today I want you to...' she said in deep fear as she knew, anything worse could happen. She was told by doctors that she would lose her life, too. But he never ever believed that, he was always positive about it, or pretending to be positive about it.
'...shh. Nothing will happen to you. Can you hear me? I have not allowed god yet.' He said firmly.
'I love you Geet and you are going to be fine. I know that because still there is much more to handle, much more to see, much more to fight, much more to argue and much more to love. This is just beginning. You are fine, momma.' He smiled through shining tears from the corner of his eyes and he kissed her lips one last time before she was taken in the operation theatre to become mother. It was never that he was not scared for her during those months, he knew about the complication with her pregnancy, and he took care of her well, but it was natural for him to get worried, he was much more scared than her, but he never showed his concern to her, he hid his fears from her, he prayed to god utmost in his life, during those months, not for him, but for her ' for them. He stood there alone for a moment, and then, he felt a caring touch on his shoulder from back, it was his Dadima, he looked at her worriedly, and she smiled at him encouragingly. They looked at each other for a while as if they were consoling each other with the help of silence.
***
After thirty minutes, he was holding a beautiful baby boy in his hand, and Savitridevi was holding little pink angel, a baby girl in her hands. There was a grand celebration at Khurana Mansion and hospital; they did not realize how the entire day passed in fun and joy. She, for the first time, saw him so much happy. Later at the night, when everyone went and slept. She opened her eyes just to see their little girl; an angel was sleeping next to her. She was looking like her father, and their little boy was on his father's broad and strong shoulder, he held him protectively and his little son was sleeping peacefully. Soon as he saw her, he came closer and kissed her.
'Thank you, Geet.' He whispered in her ear.
'You were so sure that this day would come.' She said.
'I told you! Have faith in me and your god. I told you, he might have taken your baby once but he would give it all back, and see you are a mother of twins.'
'I love you, Maan.'
'I know.' He smiled.
'So, finally you trapped me in, huh?' he asked smilingly.
'Hmmm...No, You trapped me in.' she said and sealed his lips.
The End
: Author's Note :
Well I guess this is the end ! Aww'I do believe now, it's THE END ! 😊
Okay !
I admit, when I started it I was not sure whether I would finish it or not, coz of my study, job and all that ! But, luckily nothing disturbed me much and I literally finished it !
Can you believe ? I finished it ! 😉
Well, I would really like to thank EACH AND EVERY SINGLE PERSON who ever in past, at any point of time, LIKED or LOVED my work ! 🤗
It really does matter to me ! There is a reason when I say IT MATTERS, coz I always have underestimated myself coz studied in Gujarati Medium for 15 years, Better in Gujarati Language and Grammar, the same being my Mother Tongue, I had always one doubt in my mind that Can I do that ? I mean, really can I do that ?
I wrote essays in schools ! Fiction was never ever in my mind, this is not even my field ! I am a finance person, this love, feelings, emotions and all these things are for Art students or Literature students ! And, then me ? A commerce graduated, CA final year student who only knows how to make and adjust profits and set rations and get loans from banks, would ever ever write hell long fictions and that too, FF ? I mean this much long ? In English ?
There were many doubts but as usual, I did not care and did what I wanted ! Just one thing was on my mind, screw everything ! Just write it, if people would like it, you would know ! So, SORRY for my mistakes, any kind of Mistakes ! Sincere Apologies ! Accept it ! 😊
And, then it started !
A Very Special and Huge Thanks to Reva ( For always, Inspiring me ! ), Princess Swati ( For loving my work and " Destroying " my threads ! 🤗 ), Shan ( For loving me ! ), Arzoo ( For knowing me very well ! ), Hope and Navpreet ( Dimpzziiieee For demanding Romance ! ) ! You guys literally boosted me when I was hell bent on leaving it half the way, Unfinished ! 🤗🤗🤗
I am an ultimate Maan lover...Many of you think that Geet was the hero of my story ! Yes, SHE WAS ! But, this was for Maan, dedicated to Maan...Inspired by Maan ! Everything I do here is for Maan only ! I am purely, undoubtedly, certified " Maanified " soul ! I breath Maan...He is MY MAN ! ☺️ 😍
I am here in front of you guys, coz of him !
And, again Thank you so much all and Love you ALL ! 🤗🤗🤗
I am senti, coz from tomorrow there will be no PMs, no updates, no comments, no replies, no " I hate you, Maddy " comments ! Nothing ! 😭
I will definitely miss you guys, my FF and your all comments ! 😭
I will miss this FF ! I am not gonna write any other FF in near future or ever ( Hash ! 😉 This could be some of yours instant expression as I make people cry ! 😆 ) coz, I am not a writer ! I can just try ! And, to save everyone from my " Torture " I better stop it ! 😆 And, top of that, I don't know whether it was my best work or not, but I know that I have lived this FF, My Geet...coz she is like me...! Pretty much like me...So, I don't think so any of my work would be at same level as this is ! Let's see ! I have my exams in November and by God's Grace, it will be my last exam for the life, unless my mind change and I become as usual greedy to collect as many degrees as I could ! 😆
Guess, I need to stop my nonsese " Bak-Bak " and go Disappear now ! 😆
Bye ALL ! 🤗
Love,
Maddy
🤗
Edited by maanddy - 14 years ago
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