Part 3
She drinks her saliva and dare not to look up as dadima did both of there arthi. After handing the plate to maans chachi. She gives a stern look at geet. She wasn't happy with her being so late. Soon as there foot entered the hall, dadimas crow voice bashed the drum of geet and maans ear. "I have expected you to be early at-least."
Geets eyes slowly gathered the courage to look up, finding maans dad, her papa. She pleads with her eyes for her just to go pass. Everyone knew well it's there no good son, maans faults. Since the day she forced him to go to that horrifying public collage, he rather like her being told off. Her one corner of the mouth shows a cheeky smile at maan.
He didn't like. He pulls his eye brow up, then sharp his mouth, rolling his tongue inside, just anticipating to go inside.
John "enough mom, she still have long way to go to learn all this. Beside we are in England. We don't do this type of pooja. And I have no intention after you..." He changes his voice tone then "I mean after geet takes all this responsibility" geet innocently nodes positively, then looks at dadima, her dadima. Red eyes. It starts to send down chill round her body. She nodes negatively.
Dadi "so shall I presume that you expecting me to take my last breath any time soon!.. And how dare you talk about my pooja like this!"
Oh papa made dadima furious. Maan took it's chance to put some more butter over the hot oven to add some sizzle... Oops, geet stumps his foot! He shouts in pain.
Dadima "what type of wife are you? Who beats there husband up, we do not tolerate this type of nonsense!"
Before it was getting out of control chaci took dadi way to a calm the atmosphere.
Oh what a entrance geet thought. She wondered what will happen when she actually will come in this home.
Geet "me toh tumhe aj rath deklungi!" her glare wasn't nice towards maan. She was angry now. Maan didn't mind. She loved breaking the image she have in front of them. In reality, she defiantly wasn't like that. That's what he thought.
Geet quickly came in and hugged her pappa. Making a pleading face. She loved doing everything that dadima tells her to do, but every time maan the devil is there to ruin. She complained. "bohot bure ho ap!" still in johns embrace while looking at maan. Who stood very smartly in front of them. Hands in his pocket.
Maan "mane toh kuch nahi kia!"
John "enough maan!" he spoke rather in sarcastic way. "she is your wife now. Not girlfriend who to tease round all the time."
Geet "papa ai hamesha aisy karti hi!" she shows her tongue. Turning round with her dad, walking towards the grand party which was held right next to the pooja.
Maan could still here his dadimas melodramatic usual bakwase. He actually wanted to go up to her again, provoke against geet. He mischievously smirks. But that was his usual, and john calls him, one hand round geet while another around maan while both starts there cute fight with there hand behind his back.
John "now you see..." no word was entering maan or geets brain. All her eyes could do was naughtily look at him and maan tease. About after 10 minutes of lecture, be more responsible about there relationship and stop teasing dadima, which was usual for there papa to say. He eventually leaves them.
John "do you understand?"
He didn't here any answer at all. John turns round, they were no where near him. His eyes fell on the couple who was lost in middle of the dance floor. He smiles... Shaking his head, pagle.
Maan "so what you will do to me tonight?"
Geet "kuch nahi." she makes a baby face. "why? Pherse dadima naraj hi hamse. Ab me ka Karu?" with each word she makes her self comfortable in his embrace. Resting her head on his chest.
Maan "kuch math karo. I have nothing wrong there. It's all your fault. Did I tell you to go to that puny collage, if you have listened to me, we could have been here on time, and with dadima, nicely formally introduce you to those..." both turns round.. "her girlfriends."
Maan and geet gives all of them a look. There was group of 10 all very old. Stood in a line, giving them unnecessary glare.
Lady 1 "shame on you savetri, look at your grand son and your daughter in law, how rude, dancing with that much passion in front of the elder!"
Oops that just increased dadimas anger.
Geet instantly pushed maan way. Fixing her cloths. She looked down... ashamed. Her eyes wondered everywhere then her. Maan spreads his arm, questioning what was that for?
Geet hurriedly walked way towards dadima, covering her hair with dupatta. The lady's gave another glare while dadima could just Barry her under the ground right at that moment. Maan flowed, bit frustrated he was rather enjoying the dance.
Geet quietly and innocently sat in the mandir. Making baby face at maan. Who stood there, blocked by all the ladies.
Lady 2 "you can not come here. It's women area only!"
Maan was loosing his patient. "who made this stupid rule?" he spoke in frustration. His eyes watched the ladies half mouth open. They found it rather rude. Maan didn't care because all he could see was geets pleading eyes. And he only want to be with her.
Around about 5-10 minutes of argument he eventually gave up and went back to the civilize party, if that's what he call, where husband and wife actually can spend quality times together. But he a lonely soul sat there.
Group of cousin shown up again to tease...
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