Fall Out ~MG~ THREAD 3 Part 25 PG 142 - Page 24

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K guys . . . in this update, if it is confusing let me know . . . I mean there are flashbacks inside the flashback . . . As in the ITALIC font in the flashback is another flashback . . . NOT EDITED😆 As usual😆 might edit when i accidently happen to read it😆

In Torment ... Part 1

Fragments of broken glass were loitered around the floor . . . the partially torn bed covers were strewn on the ground . . . the lamps were ruined . . . the paintings frames were shattered into bits and pieces . . . the room looked like hit by a twister . . .

And there in the mid of the mess, staring out blankly at the destruction he had caused, stood Maan. Obviously inebriated, he was in no condition to fathom his own needs. When in his right senses, he remembered he was supposed to stay away from Geet, but now, when he was fuddled by alcohol, his heart took over his senses as the only respite for his pain was Geet and so he needed to see her. And she simply walked away. That was when he went on rampage of destroying everything that came in his view.

******

Savitri Devi fought back her tears as she watched her grandson standing . . . alone . . . broken . . . lifeless . . . and what hurt the most was, he wouldn't tell her anything. Why did he say Geet called Kiran a W***e. Why would Geet? And when she'd tried to ask Maan just what he meant by that . . . he had simply walked out only to come back drunk. She for a fact knew there was no point confronting Maan for he wouldn't open up. But there was no harm trying. She was about to walk in the room when her phone rang and what she heard next brought on her on the brink of tears. But as the hurt seeped in so did anger.

Pammi would pay for it . . . she'd pay hugely.

Recovering from the initial shock, she wiped her tears as she made her way to the terrace . . . she had to send Geet away for a while, till she sort everything out.

******

Stumbling his way across the corridor, he kicked open the door and entered the darkly lit cavernous room.

Darkness and Pain was all he was left with. No, he did not regret what he did, but somewhere inside his heart there was this tiny corner which nudged him day in and day out, his Geet couldn't have been so shallow. But then as the thoughts that she wasn't wrong sprung, her words rang inside his mind hitting at him brutally and stabbing his already wounded heart.

He tripped over something hard as his ankle twisted and he fell sideways. His hand hit the light switch, lightening up the otherwise dark room. He closed his eyes momentarily to shield them from the sudden light. Fluttering his eyes open the next second, the first thing which he saw was a blurry picture hung on the wall right in front of him. He rubbed his eyes as he lurched forward and soon the blurry picture in front of him became clear and he saw those doe like eyes, which had once enchanted him. While he took steps towards the wall, where her picture was hung, he felt his breath was constricted in his chest and a choking sensation parched his throat. His eyes pricked with unshed tears as he moved his fingers over the glass frame. Then he became furious as he fisted his hand and just when he was about to git the frame, his hand stopped in mid air on its own accord and instead he hit the wall. It was like he was caught in quick sand which was slowly eating him up. He wanted to hate her, he should hate her and he hated her but damn him, he still loved her. Well in simple language he was befuddled and whilst trying to hate her he ended up hating himself and his life. Was he even living? He was breathing but his soul had left him the moment that day he had pushed her away.

~Flashback~

"Helping that lady was out of question . . . I had to support my father. Why would I help a bloody W***e"

Her words rang inside his mind as he pushed her away and walked away . . . away from her. He had come home with a hope of proving everything he had been told a lie. He had come home with a hope that she would clear all his doubts. He had come home to her and now the place he called home was haunting him. The girl, whose touch made him feel live, was now disgusting to him. Why? Why with him? How could she have done that to his mother . . . to a lady?

He lifelessly walked inside his room . . . completely oblivious to his surroundings . . . he now knew nothing but pain. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't think, he couldn't speak . . . he couldn't believe it. No! No! God damn it No! His face hardened as his muscles clenched and he listed his fist to hit the window when a soft hand held his wrist. He closed his eyes involuntarily as he felt the walls of his heart constricting with the hurt her words had inflicted upon him.

"Maan what's wrong"

He heard her ask and his eyes snapped open at that. What was wrong? She had the nerve to ask him what was wrong. How dare her. His anger overtook his senses as he whipped around and rasped whilst holding her shoulders painfully "I hate you"

The shock in her eyes was evident and so was the hurt but at that moment all he could remember was her words. He repeated spitefully "I HATE YOU"

He saw her eyes brim over with tears as she gaped at him with hurt. How could she? Why did she? He hated her for what she did to his mother.

"I don't want you in my life" He hissed. He wanted to chuck her out of his life . . . and his heart. But even then, when he knew just what she had done to his mother, his bloody traitor heart was crying for her and begging him to not say those words to her. "You're a mistake that I made" He ranted. It was not her he was telling that, it was him and his heart he was trying to convince. She was mistake and that was it. His mind dictated.

"We're over" He bit out. As he saw the hurt and pain in her eyes a part of him ached to pull her in his embrace and never let go but his mind was successful in suppressing the nagging feeling as he spat "You and I . . . we are done"

"I hate you" He pushed her away. She mumbled "I love you". Her words sent daggers through his heart and his life was falling apart every passing second. He had to get away from everything and so he did. Leaving her abandoned, he walked away. He strode down the stairs as he dashed out of the house. Getting inside his car, he drove away into the darkness ignoring her screams for he heard nothing beyond those words which echoed inside his ears.

His rage blinded him and his hurt too deep to fathom. As he drove through the lonely lanes, distorted and blurry images flashed in front of him.

"Mamma . . . Mamma" he shouted as he entered the mansion.

"Ma"

"MAAA"

"Gosh . . . Maan, I am here" Kiran smiled wiping her hands with the tissue while coming out of the kitchen with her apron on.

"Mommy, I won" Maan ran towards her as he clung to her happily. He showed her the certificate as he beamed. "I won the race"

"Mera baby" Kiran smiled as she lifted him in her arms and walked towards the kitchen.

He pouted as he said "I am not a baby, I am F...O...U...R . . . four years old big boy"

"Aww . . ." she pulled his cheek. "Mummy's big boy"

He accelerated as the good old memories sprung up in his mind . . .

"Mom . . . NO" He said as he ducked his head away and ran down the stairs.

"Maan Get back here" Kiran ran after him.

"NO" he yelled back.

"Maan once I catch you, you will regret running" She warned.

He hid behind the couch as he chimed "That is when you catch me"

Keeping the glass of milk on the counter she chased him "We will see"

Her ankle twisted and she yelped.

He rushed towards his mother as he helped her sit on the couch. "Sorry mamma" he whispered midst the pool of tears cascading down his eyes.

She looked away. He held his ears as she cried "Please Mamma . . . sorry"

"I will forgive you if you finish your milk on time everyday"

He ran towards the kitchen counter as he lifted the milk glass and gulped down the yucky liquid.

Wiping his lips he ran towards his mother as he said "Mamma I finished it. Please forgive me now"

"Mera bacha" She hugged him as he pouted "You know I am eleven . . . I am a big boy"

"Aww . . ." she kissed his cheek. "My big boy"

He saw her running after him from the rear view mirror. He saw her fall onto the ground. His leg lifted from the accelerator to brake but then her words struck at him and he raced away. How could she? Being a woman herself how could she have been so shallow?

His eyes burned with tears as his childhood memories stirred inside him . . .

He sat in a corner, evidently sulking. She walked over to him as she said "Maan..."

"Mamma don't send me away" He whispered.

"My baby" She said as she hugged him. "It's for your good and even Dev is going. He isn't walking around with a sullen face now, is he? He is three years younger to you and he is OK with it."

"So then if he wants to go, just send him. I don't want to go"

"For me" She said as she smiled hopefully "Please Maan... it's just a matter of five years"

"Please ma"

"For me Maan"

He looked away as he grudgingly nodded. She hugged him as she said "Mera baby"

"I am not a baby ma... I am a fourteen year old"

She smiled as she replied "My big boy"

He cried as he remembered hearing his mother's voice for the last time.

"Hello"

"Ma"

"Maan..."

"Mamma are you crying" he asked worried as he held the phone tightly to his ear trying to hear if she was really crying.

"No... I am not"

"Mamma is everything alright"

"Maan... there is something I have to tell you... Beta, never, ever disrespect anyone... especially someone who loves you. A woman can take anything but not a blow at her trust and dignity by the man she loves"

"Mamma what happened"

"Nothing, just wanted to tell you... Promise me Maan you would respect the one who loves you... you wouldn't ever break her heart... you would trust her"

"I promise ma"

It was then that he braked. He did not let Geet justify. He just walked out on her. What if she hadn't meant it the way he assumed it to be? God! He had to talk with her. How could he been so impulsive? And so he drove back home. As he remembered her running after him, he was frightened to his wits. Was she ok? Damn it! How could he have left her alone? What the hell had he been thinking?

His heart raced as terror gripped him. What if she had been hurt? God! He would kill himself for having given her pain. So what if he had heard some bullshit, that didn't mean it, was true, she could have said that in some other context.

He reached her house in no time but she wasn't there. He then headed towards the mansion only to meet Pammi at the door.

*****

He cried as Pammi walked away.

Pammi had clarified his confusions and made it clear to him that it was indeed true. His mother had been sexually assaulted, deserted by her husband and had committed suicide. When he asked Pammi why he was never told about it, Pammi had replied by saying that she had promised her elder sister and his mother that she'd protect her children from this one bitter truth. And that Savitri Devi was not in her best health when it all happened and she knew none of it. She was under the false illusion that her daughter-in-law died in an accident while the truth was something else rather grave. When he asked her who that man was . . . and she'd told him Mr Handa's name. Maan had questioned her why she chose not to tell him about it earlier. She had replied she did not know who Geet's father was. She had said that she only found out the time he passed away. She reasoned that she thought it was all in the past and whatever Geet did as a child, as an immature fifteen year old girl, maybe she did not know the entire truth and her father might have manipulated her. And she said that she had seen the love for Geet in his eyes and she didn't have the heart to tell him anything. But today when she had asked Geet about the past, indirectly of course she had found out that Geet knew all about what had happened. And she still chose to support her father. She told him that Geet did not know who that lady was but she knew what her father had done.

And that it! He was ruined for forever.

~Present~

He sank to his feet as he cried "Why Geet...?"

******

Shouldering her way through the crowd, she searched for Pinky. Clutching Meha close to her chest she moved around trying to spot her friend. Then she saw pinky munching on a packet of chips and sitting in far corner of the bus stand. God this girl was the limit. First she lands in Delhi unexpectedly and calls Geet and asks her to come to the bus stand immediately and cuts the call thereby giving Geet a fright. And look what she is doing . . . sitting and eating.

"What are you doing" She questioned as she stood in front of Pinky.

"I thought of seeing you as I was missing you" Pinky smiled sheepishly.

"WHAT?" Geet yelled at the top of her voice.

"Woh sab chod, you have to come with me now" saying so Pinky pulled Geet along with her.

"But where---

"Tu chal bas mere saath without saying anything"

******

He was sitting on the couch, flipping channels, when she walked over to him. "I forgive you" Instantly he embraced her and chimed "I love you . . . so every much". Then she pulled away from him as she said "I forgive you but this in no way implies I love you too 'cause I no longer do." Her face hardened as she added "And this is the last time you see me".

OK . . . so one odd more update and you'll know the entire picture . . . Haha . . . sorry can't make the pace any faster . . .

muski updating tag means u putting up one more part😉😉😉😉

fab update.. hmm is that Naintara telling Dev off in the last stanza .. and yoohoo! for Daadi.. she found out about Pammi's antics didnt she?

Mujhe kuch sanjah nahi aaya..kisi ko aaya kya???????

loved the update..

koi lawyer dhoon lo mere liyi main pammi or dev ka khoon karne jare hai ho 😡 😡 l am waiting for the update when they both get the kicks and the slapps please makeit fats muski pleASE that bitch skam of the earth and all dirty wards i know and dont know please muski for us break all maan anger on dev and pammi i want them to suffer please updat soo

😡 grrr at everything and everyone! I want more Geet cuz she keeps me calm 😆

Hmmm so it wasnt Maan's buddha ki kartoot...it was Geet's dad 😆 but i think Pammi lied...