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Chapter 21
Death is Bliss
She had been sitting at the window ledge, after putting Meha to sleep, when she saw a figure walking pass the apartment building. A headlight had flashed over his face and thereby letting her see the face of the man who was walking in the mid of the road without caring of the traffic which drove his way. "Maan" She had whispered, after which her legs had run towards him on their own accord.
She had stood there still, when he'd turn to face her. She'd seen a million emotions in those dark brown eyes . . . which made her doubt if he really was there in front of her. For the first time in two years he had not concealed his feelings. Her mind had gone numb when he'd walked towards her with his visibly shattered profile. Her heart had given a lurch when he'd fallen at her feet and his name had escaped her lips. Was this for real? She had been forced to ask herself when she'd felt him hug her. Her hands which had been about to caress his head, had fallen to her sides when she'd heard him apologise. She'd gone blank when she'd felt his tears soak the cotton of her dress.
And when he had looked up to meet her eye, she'd moved away from him. She'd watched as he looked down, seeing her step back and leaving him empty. She'd covered her mouth to still her sobs, when he'd hit his fist on the road hissing something she couldn't make out. She'd run away from there, when she heard him say he was sorry for what he had done, sorry for deserting her, sorry for everything which he had failed to see, sorry for what had happened two years back.
Now, she was sitting curled up in a corner like ball. She could not draw a line, just how many nights she had spent dreaming of him coming back to her but when he said he was sorry for what had happened, she did not know if she wanted that any longer. And above everything else, she was yet unsure if he really meant what he had said. Was it her illusion? If not then, what was he apologising for? For leaving her . . . for saying he hated her . . . for the two years which had passed by with them being apart . . . FOR WHAT?
She desperately needed solace and what better than her angel's arms. She got up as she wiped her tears and went towards the bed where her baby doll lay sleeping peacefully. A smile creased at her face as she watched her baby doll smiling in sleep. Getting in next to Meha on the bed, Geet Hugged her baby and she soon drifted off to sleep.
*****
Maan stood in the middle of the road, where Geet had left him. He had watched as she ran away from him. He'd lifted his hand to stop her. He'd wanted to scream out her name but his voice had been caught in his throat. What would he say to her? That he was sorry! Would that even suffice? Would that change what had transpired in the past? Would it make a difference in any way whatsoever? Would he ever be able to forgive himself? Would she forgive him? Would she take him back? Should she take a man like him back in her life? And above all he feared her rejection . . . he knew he couldn't have handled it if she refused him. But that was precisely what he had done with her . . . refused her when all she did was love him ever so dearly.
Thunder rumbled as a gale blew pass him, rain fell as though in vengeance, and washed away his tears. He extended his arms as he looked at the heavens and screamed his lungs out. He begged for the higher powers to show him some light, show him the path he needed to tread from this day onwards. How could he ever make up for what was done?
His family . . . the people he called his family were the messengers of misfortune in his life. They had savagely destroyed his love and filled his mind with poison. How could they? Why did they? Then he remembered, Dev and Pammi's misdoings weren't limited to framing Geet . . . Dev had done something way worse . . . he had played with a Girl's dignity . . . His brother was a rapist. In his guilt of having mistrusted Geet, he had completely forgotten just what dev had confessed. Meera . . . his best friend . . . her life had been ruined by no one other than his own brother. As Dev's words echoed inside his ears, his head throbbed and his heart pounded in his chest as he thought of all that Meera must have had to endure. But why did she not tell him . . . if only once.
His childhood flashed in front of him like an old broken movie. He remembered the little girl with a pig tail, a huge red nose and watery eyes, standing in front of his mother and complaining that he did his own HW right and hers wrong. He remembered how she had pounced on him pulling his hair when he'd said he would always do her HW wrong if she made him do it. He remembered how he beat a guy black and blue as he had teased Meera, well, wasn't exactly the way he had thought it to be. Actually it was Meera who had been teasing the guy but when Maan had reached the scene she had feigned innocence and instead showed that guy as the culprit. Later on when Maan found out that it was his best friend who lied, he had stopped talking with her for over a week. He remembered how she would give him chocolate everyday to try and make it up for the lie. He remembered her throwing tantrums day in and day out. He remembered the day he last saw her . . .
~Flash Back~
He ran down the hospital corridor and towards the ICU. Panting, he stopped at its door. He saw Geet holding a baby close to her heart and crying. Terror gripped his soul as the horrific possibilities sprung up in his mind. And the forsaken question plagued his heart . . . Where was Meera? Was she fine? Then his eyes fell at her . . . she was bandaged all over and her eyes . . . they were closed. His lips parted in fright and his mind went numb with fear.
"Open your Meera" His mind screamed. His eyes burned and his heart pounded in his chest. He was so scared. His child hood friend who he loved dearly as a sister, was lying like a corpse. Why the hell was Geet crying? No . . . it couldn't be what he was thinking. Meera was just sleeping . . . she was fine. She was fine. His breathing stopped as he felt a tear trickle down his cheek.
With a terrorised soul, he lifted his hand to push at the door but just then he heard a commotion behind him. His heart leapt in fear as he looked behind . . . Yash was lying on stretcher, drenched in blood.
~Present~
As the events of that fateful day played in his mind, he now knew why Yash did not know where Meera was. And as he remembered seeing her dead body . . . self hatred flared inside of him. Had he been at home the day she came to see him, may be, just maybe he could have saved her.
~Flashback~
He threw the keys on the table as he made his way towards the attic . . . his dark room.
"Sir, Mrs Meera had come to see you" Nakul called out.
He stopped as he turned and asked "When"
"She left about half hour back . . . she waited for you for over two hours. I told her it's not good in her condition---
"What condition"
"Sir, she was pregnant and probably seventh or eight months"
"Was she alone" Maan asked almost panicking.
"Yes"
Punching Yash's number, Maan decided to give him a piece of his mind. How could Yash have let his pregnant wife out in such weather and at night? As soon as Yash answered the call, Maan yelled at the top of his voice "Are you out of your mind. How could you have let Meera come here all by herself in a stormy night . . . Is she home yet"
"I am not in Delhi . . . I live in'
"WHAT" Maan thundered as he cut Yash and with that he rushed out of the house. Meera should have reached her home by then. Where was she? How could Yash leave her alone in her such condition? Let that Yash get back, Maan would definitely give him a thrashing. He called her home landline but no avail. He then punched a number "Where is Geet"
"Sir, she just left her friend's house in a hurry"
"Stay close to her and don't let her know of your presence." He cut the call as he got in his car and turned on the ignition.
He drove recklessly as his heart constricted in fear.
Then his cell rang . . . . Maan answered it in one ring seeing the caller ID.
"Sir, Meera ma'am has met with an accident and Geet ma'am is looking around for help"
"What the hell are you doing watching the bloody scene . . . Go help her and take her to the hospital." Maan barked as he then raced towards the hospital.
~Present~
Blinding lights flashed in front of him as a horn shrilled . . . he heard the shriek of tyres as a car stopped in front of him.
******
Maan barged into the hotel . . . he went straight to the bar but no one was there. He ran towards the reception as he bellowed "Where is Dev Khurana"
*****
With lethal rage emanating through his very core he tore through the hallway, as he stopped in front of the ICU. Breaking through the door forcefully, he yanked dev who was lying on the hospital bed. Dev yelped in pain as the syringes attached to his hands cut through his skin, while Maan dragged dev out, ruthlessly.
"Maan" Savitri Devi gasped.
Maan held dev by the collar, his eyes spitting fire . . . "How dare you laid your filthy hands on Meera"
Maan stuck dev in his stomach as Dev spitted blood.
"Maan stop . . . you'd kill him" Savitri Devi said as she held Maan's hand. Maan looked at his grandmother with blood shot eyes and Savitri Devi left his hand as she begged "Woh mar gaye ga"
Maan held Dev's wrist as he dragged Dev after him. The hospital authorities tried stopping but he shot them a furious glare as she thundered "You want the running then back off". He was Maan Singh Khurana and he could do as he pleased, everyone knew that.
Savitri Devi looked away as she knew there was no stopping her grandson. What was she suppose to do? Yes, Dev was a monster but how could she watch one of her grandson dying . . . no matter what. But then she couldn't deny the fact, Dev deserved no better. She simply let whatever was happening, happen the way it was.
*****
Maan threw Dev onto the floor as the cemented floor then became red with Blood. The officer gaped as they saw Maan Singh Khurana plonk his younger brother onto the ground. Maan looked away as he said "He is never to see the outside world" With that, he strode away while his lawyers made sure his orders were followed.
*****
Maan entered the room, where Geet had been staying. He could still feel her lingering presence in the room. Walking towards the bed stand, he bent a little and lifted the frame which had a photo graph of Geet with Meha in her lap. Probably Meha was a few months old then. His heart felt constricted with pain as Arjun's words flashed in his mind. When he should have been there with his angels, he was simply not there.
His eyes fell on the dairy, lying by the foot of the bed, slightly under the bed. Picking it up in his hands, he blew the dust off it. As he flipped it open, his lips parted in shock and a lone tear escaped his eye. Gulping back the lump in his throat, he read its contents moving his fingers over the legible handwriting . . . which he knew to be hers.
"You must be so happy today . . . after all you won the best business entrepreneur award. You ought to be happy. Had I been there, you would have definitely squeezed me and lifted me off my feet and twirled me around. God that twirling feeling would have sent tinkles through me. May be even a kiss or two! But you know what; maybe you wouldn't have done any of it. Rather you would not even bother seeing me, why would you, you told me you hated me but damn my heart it still wants in the fantasy world where you loved me."
The page was smudged, and he realised it must have been her tears. God! That day when he was awarded, it hadn't made any difference to him. In fact he'd not even attended the party in his honour. What should he have celebrated? And with whom! He had simply sat in the outhouse drinking . . . he remembered Pammi congratulating him and he remembered he had simply nodded and left. Life without Geet was a soul less life but he himself embraced it. But what hurt the most was; he had forced the same on Geet. He had made her life . . . soul-less. He did not want to think, just how long Geet would have cried after she wrote this. He did not to know, how hurt she would been
With a lump in his throat, he turned the page . . .
"Damn that doctor! He made my baby cry. She shed such huge big fat tears. Could that moron not given her some syrup or anything for the vaccine. Why did he have to inject my baby? She cried so much, her cute little nose had become tomato red. Ok, I know I am over reacting but still, my baby cried. Had you been here, you would have yelled at me, don't guess why! Actually when Meha was crying more than her I was crying. What should I have done? My doll was crying and I couldn't do anything to stop her tears. Had you been here, I would have given Meha to you and run out of the doctor's cabin, seeing that needle even near her was terrifying. When you would have completed your lecture giving quota, you would made fun of me, now am I right. I know I am. But why would you be here. You hate me!"
Maan had thought he knew everything about her. But these small moments of her life were something he had no idea about, and it killed him to know he was not there. He could not exactly tell if he would have yelled at her or made fun of her . . . had he been by her side. No, he would have done either of it; he would have hugged her and kissed her cute little red nose. Meha should have bitten that doctor who injected her. God! Why was he not there? Because, he was trying to convince himself he hated her and he did not need to be with her. He had been fooling himself, and missing out on his life.
As his eyes pricked with tears, he flipped the page . . .
"OMG . . . Meha called me 'Ma' . . . this is like THE BEST feeling . . . Oh My God! My baby's first word! I am thrilled and I am grinning ear to ear. Wow! I am going to record it. Had you been here, you would have without a shadow of a doubt been moving around with a sullen face. Aww! That would have made a cute sight. Her first word is Ma not pa, of course that wouldn't have been well received by you. But would you even want to hear papa from her. Well, since she is my baby, you like it or not, she is your baby too . . . Why are you not here with me? Because you hate me"
Tears cascaded down his eyes and fell onto the already smudged pages of the dairy. He smiled ruefully as he thought what he would have done had he been with Geet. He would have created a fuss, he would have been sulking, he would have been damned Jealous. But now, he knew doesn't ever deserve to hear that word from Meha.
Then he read her little life with Meha . . . the things he missed . . . the things he should have known . . . the things which could have been a part of his life . . . the little memories which he would have relished a life time . . . But he wasn't there. He was here, in Delhi, living a meaningless life.
He fell to the ground as he read the contents of the next page . . .
I saw you after a year, ten months and ten days . . . and you again left me. Am I a play toy? You kissed me . . . you used me and threw me away. I feel violated . . . You left me the moment I responded to you. Why Maan? Am I so bad? So undeserving? What am I to you? Why are you back . . . haven't you done enough already. Do you despise me so much? Why do you hate me?
He hit the bed rim repeatedly . . . blood oozed out as his skin cut through after coming in contact with the slivers on the wood. He hit the rim until it broke. Self destruction seemed to be the only respite at the moment. He wanted to give himself so much pain that his soul would plead to be freed from this body. He remembered his filthy actions . . . he remembered kissing her because he was furious she hugged Arjun. How could he have stooped so very low?
His heart stopped beating as he read the next few lines . . .
You came to the office . . . you yet again mistreated me. Kissed me and left me. No you can't do that. Not anymore. Maan I have a heart and it hurts! It hurts that it makes me want to die but I have a daughter Maan. I need to be with her and for that I have to be strong. Don't weaken me. Just leave my life the way it is. Go away. I don't want you here. Now I kind of know why you are here . . . You are here as you want to give me pain. What do you think by biting me at the place you had last night, again, you inflicted hurt on me. No you are wrong. Physical hurt is nothing compared to the pain I feel when you look at me with hatred. What was my mistake?
He remembered the demon he had become in his rage. He screamed in self hatred as he remembered each and every action of his. His spiteful words . . . his monstrous touch. He could read no longer.
His heart felt burdened under loads of guilt as he saw his pictures . . . which she had cut and pasted from different magazines. Damn it, how could she love him so very much when all he deserved was to be hated, to be despised, and to be killed with not an ounce of mercy!
He closed shut the dairy as he clutched his hair, digging his nails into his scalp. "Kill me God" He rasped. He became wile as screamed and pulled away the bed sheet. He broke the bed side lamps as destroyed everything that came in his view. Punching a fist at the window glass, he held a broken piece of glass in his hand as he pieced it just under his collar bone . . . the place he had bitten her as though he were an animal. He could never . . . EVER . . . forgive his devilish actions.
It would have been so much easier if he killed himself but no, he couldn't do that for that was the easy way out. And he would do anything . . . absolutely anything to make himself worth even standing before her to beg forgiveness. Whether she would forgive him or not . . . and even if she did would she start afresh with him . . . there were plaguing questions hauling his mind cells which he had no answer to. It would kill him if she refused to have him back in her life but he would happily brace any punishment she would choose to give him, be it leaving him for forever. If she would want to be free from the shackles of her past then it would be so, although he'd never be able to come through the vicissitudes of his life, he'd be contented to see her happy. He would make up for every tear she shed by his blood. He would die a million deaths to bring a heartfelt smile on Geet's face. He would destroy what was left of him, if that could lessen her sufferings even to some extent.
"Did you ever love her" He heard a voice.
At that moment he knew . . . Death was bliss.
Precap: "Dadi Ma, please... stop her... she can't leave me..."
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