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Epilogue: Eternally Yours
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The morning sun peeked through the fluttering curtains. The chirping of birds and the movement of bodies in the home could be heard in the silent bedroom. He heard the sound of a child's laughter; it was the laughter of a young boy seemingly overjoyed with the world. Maan smiled softly at those happy sounds, and turned to put on his shirt. His moves economical, he moved on to donning the cream-colored vest lying on the bed, and then pulled a dark tie over his head. Tightening the knot, he gave one final glance in the mirror, ensuring that all was impeccable before striding towards the door.
He was already on his phone, barking orders at Adi before he stepped through the doorway. "No, Adi. I want you to schedule an appointment with the Saxenas in the afternoon, and Mr. Khanna tomorrow morning." Entering the empty dining room, he sat down at the head of the table. Eyeing the spread laid out before him, he grabbed a piece of toast, biting it quickly, before turning back to the voice on the other end of the line. "No, not those prints. We need to work on th-"
The phone was abruptly pulled from his hand. Maan turned to glare at the person who had dared to take the cell, ready to rain thunder on the individual. His eyes widened in disbelief when he saw the woman standing in front of him.
"Maan! Not at the dining table. This is family time! Even if there isn't much of your family around yet," she finished ruefully, glancing up the stairs. She cupped her hands around her mouth. "Oi! Hello up there! Why aren't you down here yet?"
"Coming!" came the reply from his missing son.
Maan stared at the fragile hand still clenched around his cell phone, jumping slightly when she shouted. "What? Geet?" Or he tried to speak, but he seemed to have lost his voice at the vision she presented before him. A sudden sense of deja vu snaked through him. What was it about this moment that seemed to tug at him?
Geet stepped back a little bit and flashed him another happy smile. She posed for him and looked down at herself before looking at him enquiringly.
He shook his head in confusion. "What?" he finally asked, leaning back and folding his arms over his chest. "What are you talking about, Miss Handa?" he barked at her, his confusion growing by the minute. The name slipped out, even though they had been married for so many years. He had to blame that feeling of deja vu for this slip.
"Miss Handa, huh?" she murmured, crossing her arms over her chest in teasing imitation. "Aren't we being formal today. Well, Mr. Khurana," she murmured, moving closer, "you know that I haven't been Ms. Handa for a very long time." By now she was close enough to whisper the words into his ear. "Not since you made me your Mrs."
He flinched slightly, as her moist breath touched his ear. But his body soon relaxed into her touch, as he felt her hands moving up his arms. He felt her arms wrap around his neck gently, enclosing him in her warmth. He sighed deeply, inhaling her unique scent into his body. He couldn't seem to move under the magic of her touch. The truth was that he didn't want to move. Geet still had the same power over him that she had held from the first moment they met. Resting more firmly against her, feeling her softness against the strength of his back, he reveled in her touch. Her cheek, her silky skin, came to rest against his, rubbing enticingly against him.
She hummed softly in pleasure at the sensation of his sexy stubble against her cheek.
"Mrs. Khurana, there's a phone call for you," an embarrassed male voice intruded from the side, pulling Maan out of his haze. "It's the other Mrs. Khurana on the line."
"Ranjeev, I've told you many times to call me Geet Ma'am," Geet cried out, moving away from Maan with one final cheek to cheek caress. "The way everyone does around here. No one calls any of us Mrs. Khurana in this household," she admonished lightly, before taking the phone from the servant. She waved him away with one final admonishment. "That name, if ever used, is reserved for Dadi Ma."
"Of course, Geet Ma'am," Ranjeev murmured before hurrying out of the room.
"Hi. Oh, Pari. Yes. Really? Okay. I'll see you when you come back," she said before hanging up. Geet stood there for a moment, her mind pondering seemingly weighty matters. Shaking it off, she turned and gazed at her husband tenderly. "Maan! Look at me!" Geet demanded. "So?" Geet asked again, coming back to stand in front of him. She twirled around, and then reached down to grab him by the chin, pinching the flesh lightly. She forcefully turned his eyes up to meet hers. "Well?"
Maan gazed at her intently, but was only mesmerized by her radiant beauty. It was enough of a distraction that he couldn't formulate a thought to save himself. "I don't see anything," Maan finally muttered in reply. Besides how beautiful you are,' he thought to himself. "What am I supposed to be seeing?"
"Maan, you are such a man!" Geet murmured in vexation. "Look at me!"
"What should I be looking at?" he demanded irritably, crunching with quiet ferocity into his toast once more.
"At what I'm wearing," she replied, unfazed by his temper. She adjusted the sari and posed for him.
The sari . . .
His eyes moved over her body, finally taking in for the first time that she was wearing a sari. Since starting her job at a Non-profit organization five years ago, Geet had taken to wearing business-casual attire. It had taken some getting used to, but they had all adjusted to seeing Geet in pants and shirts or business-style shalwar/kameez at the breakfast table.
The sari . . . it was a silvery-white piece of art that molded to her body lovingly, accentuating her beauty even more. Her arms and shoulders were left bare . . . flashes of her belly . . . her upper back, as she turned to throw a glance up the stairs, was also temptingly bare. He inhaled deeply, tamping down the fire that had begun to erupt inside of him. Geet was always beautiful. Her beauty was something he found hard to ignore at any given time. But now . . . she was ethereal. A goddess in human form.
But, he tilted his head to the side, paying closer attention to the actual sari. It was a sari similar to the one he had gifted her so many years ago. After dreaming of her . . . in this exact same room . . . in this exact moment. His eyes flickered around, going to the window through which the sun peeked. His head jerked to the mantle above the fireplace. In his dream . . . there had been a picture on the wall . . . the image of which had remained in his mind for years.
The picture . . .
His eyes widened. There was a picture of Geet and him on their wedding day, with Rahul held lovingly in their arms. She looked so beautiful . . . so in love with him. He knew from the look in her eyes, she thought him the center of her world, just like she knew that she was the center of his. And to the side, there was a picture of all three brothers with their life partners. Another with Dadi Ma and all of her great-grandchildren. The wall represented their family now. Their happy family. He had seen that picture . . . those other pictures in that configuration years ago.
"When did you . . . ?" he began, unable to ask the question that was circling through her mind. That picture on that wall today was the same picture he'd seen in his dreams . . . in fact, it had been the picture that made him realize it was a dream. He'd never told Geet about his dream. Had never thought to tell her. And yet . . .
"I got it done for our anniversary as a surprise for you," Geet cried out with a huge smile. "I loved that picture the best out of all of our wedding pictures. And it seemed like it was time to rearrange the other pictures around it, anyways."
Maan stared at the picture in silence. It was all coming together . . . the way the sunlight was slanting through the curtains in that same way, the way the children's shrieks floated down the stairs . . . Geet's sari . . . the picture . . . Was that why he had been feeling a sense of deja vu?
"I love it," he murmured. "I love you." He glanced at her, his body tightening as he fought the surge of emotions welling up inside of him. His heart clenched at that answering love in her eyes. And he ached to hold her. This sari was a reminder of his first dream . . . his first claim on her. He still remembered the exultation he had felt when he saw her walking into the party, wearing the sari that he had gifted her. His heart beat rapidly at the memory of that hopeful dream.
"Do you remember the gift you gave me so long ago . . . when we had our first dance?" she asked softly. "You had a sari like this gifted to me, but I didn't know it was you until Dadi Ma hinted at it. Since it is a special occasion today, I thought to have this made in that exact same style. Just another surprise. You like it?" She swallowed at his continued silence, her hand creeping up to tug at her necklace.
The necklace . . .
The jewelry around her neck caught his eye, and he was unwillingly fascinated by the intricacy of the design. It was the exact same necklace in his dream. Had that design lurked in the back of his mind until now . . . until he decided to gift it to her for their wedding anniversary? He hadn't even realized where the idea for the design had come from when he had commissioned it.
Her hand trembled slightly before falling away. She smiled at him. "It's beautiful," she said softly. "Thank you for giving this to me as my gift." She walked over to him and leaned down. Maan's eyes wandered up her body to land on her face, which was now breathtakingly close. He felt her breath against his lips, her sweet scent wrapping around him once more. And just like that, he fell under her spell once more. She leaned in a little more and planted a soft kiss against his lips.
"Maan!" her voice called out impatiently, "You're not listening!"
"What is it?" he asked, glancing up from his file.
"I can't find my engagement ring!" she cried out, coming to flop down beside him on the sofa. The two were in his library, taking a breather from all of the craziness of wedding planning. Geet did want a big wedding. She wanted to be surrounded by her family members and dear friends. But facing the chaos and headaches that came with the planning made her seriously regret that decision.
"I don't know, maybe I took it off and gave it to Pari," Geet murmured, jumping back up to stride towards the balcony on the side of the room. She stared up at the moonlight, distracted for a moment by the beauty of the night. But soon, she was back to worrying about her ring. Staring down at her bare hand, she thought desperate thoughts about the whereabouts of that beloved ring.
Maan put the file down and got up. Walking over to her, he wrapped his arm around her waist from behind, hugging her close. Holding her in his embrace, he kissed the side of her neck, nipping gently at her ear.
She moaned softly at the exquisite pain, a flush appearing on her cheeks. They had been planning the wedding for two long months, with nary a free moment to enjoy their new found love. These emotions . . . these sensations were entirely too new.
Turning her around, he grabbed her hand and raised it to gaze at the bare ring finger. "Why would you give the ring to Pari?" he asked in a reasoning tone.
"She wanted to get my ring size for our wedding rings. They're such a huge secret, that she won't even let me near the jewelers. I tell you that she is taking this too seriously!" Geet complained. "Why does she care so much?"
"Well, Vicky and Pari did elope so they could provide some fodder for the news media," Maan pointed out. "How did Pari put it when we were discussing their elopement? They sacrificed' themselves for us, Geet. Think about it. If we didn't have the reporters and paparazzi chasing the two of them on their super secret quickie honeymoon, Dev and I wouldn't have pulled off those new contracts in secret two months ago."
Geet snorted. "Pari confessed how happy she was not to have to plan all of this for herself! Especially, since she's pregnant and didn't want to be showing her pregnant belly by the time they got to the wedding date." She smiled up at him, wrapping her free arm around his waist. "But she also said she found the experience fun when it wasn't about her own wedding . . . notice how I did not hire her, she just forced herself on me," Geet said on a side note. "She is having way too much fun with it! More than I am!" Her tone was completely disgruntled now.
Maan chuckled softly at her tone. "You know you're happy to let her take over," he pointed out.
"Fine," Geet muttered. "But my engagement ring is the most important piece of jewelry I will ever own, Maan. It is the only ring I will wear till the day I die!" she cried out, entirely way too dramatically.
Maan paused for a moment. "Let's calm down," he murmured, kissing her on the forehead. He pulled something from his pocket.
"There it is!" she cried out, laughing up at him. "You had it all along. Why do you have it?"
"You left it in the kitchen," Maan murmured, kissing her cheek. "Nakul brought it to me when he couldn't find you, insisting that you would freak out if you thought you'd lost it. Have you figured out the date?" he asked, holding up the ring.
Geet smiled softly, having calmed when she saw the ring was where it belonged. "It's the date your heart felt something for me . . . maybe even love," Geet stated. She smiled again when he put the ring on her finger.
"The day my heart awakened again," Maan confirmed, placing a kiss on the back of her hand. She shivered at the touch of his lips on her bare skin. He continued, placing a kiss on the inside of her wrist. Her inner elbow. Her collar bone.
"The day you first met me," she moaned softly, pulling his head up to meet his lips with hers, so that she could show him the love in her heart.
There were silent moments of loving, and then she whispered a question, "Is the door locked?"
. . . . . . . .
"It is."
Geet touched the necklace lovingly. "You copied the design of my engagement ring, didn't you?" she asked. "You know how special it is to me."
"It's the only ring you wear at all times," he pointed out. "You look beautiful," he muttered, watching her move to the other side of the table. "Damn beautiful." He cleared his throat, embarrassed by the emotion throbbing in his voice.
"Thank you," she said, beaming at him. Geet sat down and pulled a plate of apples toward her. She began to peel them one by one.
"But you know . . .," he burst out, but stopped mid-sentence.
She gazed at him questioningly.
"You are never wearing that sari in public," he said sternly. "The sari that I gifted you was not this sexy. All of this beauty that you're baring to the world is-"
"Only for your eyes," Geet finished with a roll of her own eyes. "Maan stop being so selfish. The world-"
"Deserves to see your beauty," he finished drily for her.
This exact back and forth . . .
This constant feeling of deja vu inside of him . . . he shook his head in wonder. He didn't believe in prophetic dreams. But . . .still . . . somehow, he had dreamt all of this years before now. His dream had come true. But there was still something left . . . something that could prove that it hadn't just been a eerily predictive dream.
She laughed delightedly and reached out to pinch his cheek. He grabbed her hand, and turned it over to kiss the palm of her hand.
There was joyous laughter of the many children coming from upstairs. The two glanced up and then smiled at each other. "The kids are having fun," he commented, watching her push the plate of sliced apples toward him with her free hand.
"Eat," she commanded. "It's not often they have a chance to play with their cousins. I'll let them be a little late for breakfast."
"Who is up there?" Maan asked, taking the slice of apple from the plate. "It's way too loud for it to be just our hellions."
"Nisha and Prem are also up there," Geet commented.
"Where are their parents?"
"Pari and Vicky had to go out for a few errands. And, we also have Sania and Raman, the twin terrors. Dev brought them over this morning before heading off to his own errands. They'll all be back this afternoon." She smiled at him, "We'll be celebrating our anniversary and the twins' birthdays together again this year. You don't mind?"
"Just like you don't," he murmured, smiling back at her. Leaning over, he teasingly tugged at a loose curl.
"Dadi Ma said that she would keep them company and keep them out of trouble. And of course our three are up there, as well," Geet murmured. "Rahul is keeping watch over the youngsters. He said he wants to be with them as much as he can before going off to college in a year and a half."
Maan made a face at the thought of losing his son. "We can still convince him to go to college close to home," he pointed out. "Nothing is set in stone."
Geet shook her head at him. "Let him fly like he wants to, Maan," she urged him. "He'll come back. You know he will."
"Have Mahi and Aryan gotten over their anger at me for grounding them last night?" he asked, changing the subject.
"You know they love their daddy and would forgive him anything," Geet said, silently urging him to eat more by pushing another plate closer. "You have been the most wonderful father to them. They all love you."
Maan pushed the plate back at her and urged her to eat with a look of his eyes.
"I've already eaten," Geet responded.
He raised an eyebrow at that, knowing that Geet had a habit of waiting until all of her children had eaten before eating herself. "I have been a great dad to our three, haven't I?" he asked with quiet satisfaction, popping another slice of apple in his mouth.
"Soon to be . . . four," she whispered, placing a hand over her womb.
Their fourth child. . .
He choked on the bite. "Fourth?" he gasped, once he was able to get the words out.
"Fourth," she confirmed. "I hope it's a girl this time. Then, we'll have two of each! Mahi needs her own little companion too. Oi! Hello up there! Get your little behinds down here for breakfast. It's getting late."
He smiled slowly as Geet continued to yell up the stairs to the children.
His dream had come true. Nothing made that more clear than today.
He was the happiest man alive. Nothing had made him feel that it was safe to feel such happiness, as the day they had gotten married and he had made her his.
"Geet, you look beautiful," Pinky whispered into her ear, tugging her down to relay the compliment.
"Pinky, this is the third time you've said that," Geet said with a small smile. "Don't exaggerate. I look okay." Geet adjusted her clothes and then the tika on her forehead. "Everything looks okay, right?"
"Okay?!" Pinky exclaimed. "Geet you look like a goddess!" she said, glancing around. "I can't believe that my best friend is getting married!" Pinky squealed in excitement. "You are going to be so happy." She leaned in for a careful hug, trying not to muss Geet up. She then ran off to supervise Adi, as he supervised the workers who were setting up the lights.
Geet smiled, her heart pounding as she readied herself to leave the room. She was moments away from joining her life with the love of her life.
She closed her eyes to send up another grateful prayer, her hands folding in front of her. "Thank you, Babaji, for helping me to meet my humsafar (lifemate). Since I wasn't paying attention the first time, thank you for helping us to meet again when I came to Delhi." She smiled softly, picturing Maan. Today was their wedding day, and she was the happiest woman alive. "Thank you. Thank you for helping me to realize he was my love. Thank you for giving me the courage to pursue my love. And thank you for the luck that resulted in him loving me back. Thank you, Babaji."
"Geet, it's time! The baraat (wedding party) is here!" Pinky yelped excitedly, hurrying over to shake the other girl. "You need to start paying attention now."
Geet sat on their wedding bed, her eyes shyly going to the door when it opened. Maan was here. He smiled back at her, and then decisively shut the door behind him, closing out the giggling chatter of the girls standing on the other side.
The wedding festivities were over. She had been surrounded by her family and given all their love. Her family had been there . . . Ma and Papa Ji. Rajji and Titu had come, along with her Taya and Tayi. Her heart had overflowed with joy when she realized they had finally decided to move on. They had assured her they would no longer look to the past, but would focus on the children they still had. They also wished her well in her new life.
Lucky was also there. He had decided to stay in Delhi with her parents, even finding a job on his own. After becoming an employee in a fancy gym, he had begun planning on learning how to be a professional trainer. Geet's mother had confided in her that they were happy to have someone else to nurture, when their only child left the nest. Her mother had whispered to her that they would be marrying off Lucky next, but only when they found a girl who could win his heart.
Pammi bhabi was there with Tejinder Veer Ji. The two had reconciled. When Geet had asked worriedly about the reasons for her reconciling with him, Pammi bhabi had revealed that Tejinder had changed. Her leaving him had awakened him to some home truths about his own behavior. He had made all efforts to change that behavior and become a better man. Pammi had trusted him to not to regress back to what he had been. His change had also affected his mother, who was now making an effort to understand her softer, more timid, daughter-in-law.
A few college friends had also come to the wedding to give their well wishes.
And of course. . . Maan. Maan had been there, calm and calming on her nerves. His smile . . . the loving look in his eyes . . . had helped her to get through all of this, even when she had been the center of attention of all those guests. Even when Meera's water broke, and she had raced off to the hospital with Dev, insisting that the wedding continue without them. Even when a reporter had sneaked in and interrupted them as they were sitting down for the rituals . . . Maan had gotten her through all of that.
The bed shook slightly, as Maan sat down beside her. He began to take off her jewelry. She shivered slightly at his gentle touch. His fingers brushed her lips as he took off her nose ring, and she smiled at the touch. Maan paused and ran his thumb across her lips once more. When she closed her eyes at the sensation, he leaned in and kissed those tempting lips, parting them easily so that he could slip inside.
Geet moaned, her hands coming up to grip at his collar. Her fingers twisted it, as she reveled in the sensation of his touch and his intoxicating taste. But then . . . a thought intruded. Pulling back, she looked into his eyes. Seeing the passionate fire burning in those eyes . . . directed solely at her, she nervously bit her lip.
Maan leaned down for another taste, but Geet quickly put her hand up to cover his lips.
He quirked an eyebrow in silent question.
"Maan. I have something to tell you."
He leaned down to caress the skin behind her ear with his lips. Suckling lightly, he murmured a distracted "Hmm?"
"Maan, listen," she ordered, grabbing the hair at the back of his neck and tugging at it to pull him away.
He looked into her eyes impatiently. "What is it?" he growled, pulling her close despite the resistance in her body.
"Maan, main pregnant hoon."
"Maan, I'm pregnant."
They had kind of jumped the gun. The night he had slipped his ring on her finger once more, she had pulled him into her arms and had been a willing participant in her own debauchery. Months later, as the wedding day came close, Geet had found out that she was three months pregnant. And Maan had been overjoyed. The two had made an effort to ensure that Rahul would never feel like an outsider.
Within months of each other, the three Khurana sons had become the parents of three beautiful children. Meera had given birth to her twin terrors, Sania and Raman. Three months later, Pari and Vicky had given birth to their first child, Nisha. And three months after that, Maan, Geet, and Rahul had welcomed Mahi into their lives.
It was their tenth wedding anniversary today. Those ten years had been very happy ones. In that time, their family had welcomed another addition to their family, sweet Aryan. It was now time to welcome a new addition. Their family would grow once more.
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Geet hummed softly, as she prepared the decorations around the table. She instructed the servants to carefully hang the streamers and balloons from the ceiling.
While it was their 10th wedding anniversary, it was also Meera and Dev's twins' birthday. They had gotten used to celebrating both events together more often than not. And the twins didn't seem to mind so much sharing their big day with their aunt and uncle.
"Nakul, please place the cakes on the table. We'll cut the twins' cake first, and then Maan and I will have our turn."
"Geet beta," Dadi Ma's voice called out.
Geet hurried over and sat beside Dadi Ma. She listened carefully, before nodding and hurrying out of the room. The older woman was still with them, although much frailer now. She was loved by all of them, and spoiled by her entire family.
"Let me take care of that," Meera said, walking into the room and hurrying to the side with all of the kiddie decorations. "Sania is very particular about how you sprinkle the confetti. I'll take care of it."
Dev came and sat down by Dadi Ma for a quick hello before getting up to take over another one of the many awaiting tasks.
"Dadi Ma, your favorite grandson is back!" Vicky called out, striding into the room. Pari came behind him, lugging all of their shopping bags. "A little help, please!" she said crabbily. Vicky raced back to take the bags from her hands. "Don't worry, babe. I got it," Vicky crooned, placing a quick kiss on her cheek.
"Daddy! Did you get me gifts?!" a young voice called out from the stairs. Prem raced down the stairs to lunge toward the bags.
"Woah there," Vicky yelped, grabbing his young son. "These are gifts for Geet Auntie and Maan Uncle."
"That's a toy!" Prem said hotly. "Why would auntie and uncle need toys?!"
"It's Sania and Raman's birthdays, too," Vicky replied.
"Why do they get gifts when I don't?" Prem asked.
"Because it's their birthday. And you get to wait for a few months," Vicky murmured, taking Prem to the side of the room. "Now, go help Mahi and Aryan with the decorations."
"Maan! Stop that!" Geet cried out, as she walked into the room. Grabbing him by the tie, she pulled him towards the corner with the cakes. "Look at what Pari arranged. Look at these beautiful cakes."
Dadi Ma stared at her children working around her, and her heart reveled in the knowledge that all of her grandsons were living happy lives now. They had been very lucky in the women they had chosen for their life partners. She was surrounded by her grandchildren and her great-grandchildren. It was exactly where she wanted to be in her old age. She smiled happily, her heart bursting with joy.
Geet smiled up at Maan, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before pushing him away. "We still have to set up the gifts. Go make sure the kids are all getting dressed now."
Staring at the chaos around the room, Geet smiled deeply. This was her family. They were her life.
"What's this?" Geet asked, staring at the papers in her lap.
"It's paperwork setting up a foundation," Maan murmured from behind her. The two were sitting on the bed in their room. Maan leaned against the headboard. Geet rested against him, sitting between his legs. His arms were wrapped around her, snuggling her close.
"Foundation?" she asked, distracted by his lips nuzzling the back of her ear.
"A charitable foundation set up by Khurana Constructions. I think we've earned enough money. We haven't really done anything consistent to give back," he murmured, "Besides the odd charitable contribution. It's time to spend more of it doing good deeds. The company has expanded over the past five years," he murmured. "Dev and Vicky have helped out a lot. And you, being here, supporting me at every turn and running our home, has made all of this possible. Now it's time for you to work on your own career."
Geet pulled away, moving across the bed to put some distance between them. She stared at him, quirking her eyebrows in silent question.
"I want you to head it," Maan murmured.
"But, how can I run a foundation?" Geet squeaked out. "I have no background in this area! Wouldn't that be nepotism?"
"I know that you can do the job. And you want to do it. You aren't saying no," he pointed out. "You have a degree. You finished your education, remember? You took courses in business, as part of your general requirements. Why wouldn't I give you this responsibility? I trust you to pick the right causes. I trust you to make the right choices. Besides, Pari said she would take over the administrative side of things. And I will be there every step of the way to guide you and teach you. Soon, you will be doing all of it on your own."
Geet stared at him, joy unfurling in her heart. She had spent the past five years of her life being grateful every day for having met Maan Singh Khurana. She had thanked her Babaji for the blessed life that she was living and for her children. Rahul. Mahi. And, of course, Aryan, who had been born during the second year of their marriage.
But the children were now older. And she could take this time to work on something a little bit more. Geet squealed in joy and launched herself into Maan's waiting arms. He always knew what her heart needed, even before she did.
Geet had taken that gift and run with it. Utilizing her past, her experiences, and her notoriety, Geet had used the foundation's funds to assist, provide services and educate survivors of domestic violence and other types of violence. Starting off small, the foundation had set up an office at one location. Women, and even men, had come to their offices to get help putting their lives back in order. Geet had not hesitated in asking Maan for assistance and information whenever she needed the help.
Soon, the need for their services had far outpaced the location and providers. Not only had they had to move the offices to another, bigger location, the foundation had also set up two shelters to house women and men. And soon after that, a rudimentary school/daycare had been set up to care for and educate the children of these broken families and people.
Beginning small, the foundation was now the sponsor of multiple shelters, legal clinics, and two small schools. And she was finally where she had wanted to be years ago. For a part of her day, she went and taught young minds about math, English, Hindi and survival. The children there and their parents certainly did not mind her stepping in and becoming their teacher.
Geet had it all . . . her family . . . her love . . . her career. She was a mother. A wife. A daughter. And granddaughter-in-law. A sister. And a career woman. It was all possible with his support. Her Maan Singh Khurana. They had truly become each others humsafars.
And now . . . the foundation was running on its own, with a full staff. Pari was there and Meera had stepped in and become an active participant. Geet could safely take time off in the latter stages of her pregnancy without everything falling apart.
"Geet it's our turn to cut the cake," Maan murmured in her ear.
Geet jump in startled surprise. Had she been so busy thinking about the past, that she had missed the twins cutting their cake? She shook her head, wondering when she would ever get over this habit of hers. Looking up at Maan, she smiled and nodded her head.
As the two held the knife over the cake, she looked up at Maan, her heart clenching at the love she felt for this man. Regardless of how long they would be together . . . decades down the road . . . she would still love him like today. And he would love her with exactly that same degree of passion and need.
He gazed back at her lovingly, silently communicating with her.
"I, Maan Singh Khurana . . . ,"
"I, Geet Maan Singh Khurana. . . "
"We solemnly swear that we will walk through all obstacles together . . . "
"We will be together in sickness and in health, and we will face all sorrows and joy together . . ."
"We will never hide anything from each other . . ."
"We will trust each other always . . . we will be as life mates . . ."
"We will hope for a long life together . . ."
"We will give support to each other when facing all problems."
"In our family . . . in our lives . . . we will bring peace."
"And in life, we will never break these vows we made to each other today."
He smiled at her and tilted his head in question.
She nodded her head, telling him silently that she had repeated their vows, as they did each year.
"Cut the cake!" Vicky called out.
"Yeah! Cut the cake!" Prem yelled out.
"The cake!" Dev and Meera cried out.
"Oi, Geet! Stop woolgathering. My little one insists on the pink cake, and you guys are holding things up by making googly eyes at each other!" Pinky called out.
"Hush, Pinky!" Adi urged her.
"I want some cake, daddy!" Aryan yelled out.
Maan and Geet began to laugh, and turned back to the impatiently awaited task of cutting their cake.
"Bhai?" came a voice.
The entire group looked towards at the door.
Maan exhaled in surprise. Geet grabbed onto his hand in comfort.
. . . . . . . . . . .
Annie had come home.
THE END.
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