A Sudden Change Of Heart(MG FF)-Link to 2nd Thread - Page 53

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It was great! A good long update, especially Geet's realization at the end was awesome.

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Originally posted by: mystique_girl

LOVED IT...its nice the way you are slowly bringing about their realisations - slow but strong...

thanks for updating soon :)

Thank you so much!
I hope you didnt have to go back and read the last chapter again, before going through this update!😆

Originally posted by: azee11

awesome update

Maan realize his mistake

Poor Geet she is heard by everyone

Out of the blue Maan at Geet doorstep

He really want to apologize but Geet little harsh on him

Poor Maan feeling sad & guilty

Thank God Geet realizes her mistake soon

Love the end part

Love the way Geet shows her authority on him

Precap is nice...it seems that their differences are sorted out

Cont soon

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Atiffa

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CHAPTER-15

" Why don't you pick up your damned cell phone?" Geet repeated the question, trying to get his elusive attention.

" Hmm?" Maan said, still looking at her.

" Mk!!" Geet said, her voice an octave higher, and that did the trick. Maan jerked back to present and blinked his eyes.

" What?" he said, letting go of her arms.

" I said, that I called you, why don't you pick your damned cell phone? Or, you don't receive my calls?" Geet continued icily.

" You called?" Maan said, fishing his cell phone out of his pocket. He saw the missed call icon, and said," My phone was on silent. I was in meeting the whole day."

Geet realized that she was the one throwing all the icy stares and cold remarks, whereas, all Maan did was reply back softly and calmly.

" Uumm.. are you done with the layout?" she asked warily, looking at him with great concentration.

" Yeah, your site's work is on progress. We do have to check it out sometime in the next two days. We are ahead of schedule, and the site…" he would have gone on forever, but Geet cut him short impatiently, " No, not my layout, your layout. The one you came to talk to me about this morning." She said, her voice faltering a little bit at the end, as she was once more reminded of the humiliating night, followed by the vengeful morning.

" No, that we lost. The deadline was over." He said, matter of factly.

" Why didn't you complete it and submit it within the deadline?" Geet intervened in dismay, realizing that Khurana Constructions had just lost a deal, maybe because she refused to lend in a hand.

" I told you, I couldn't do it without you. None of my staff is comfortable working with me. I couldn't finish it alone, and so, I lost it." He said quietly.

Silence reigned between the two of them for the next few minutes. Each was lost in their own chain of thoughts. Finally, Geet spoke up.

" I was rude this morning. I am sorry. But, I was pissed at you, and I am sure you don't blame me for that." She said, staring at him.

" I know. You were right in turning me down. You should never help me again. I don't deserve it." He said, nodding his head, and started walking towards his car.

Geet grabbed his arms, and stopped him.

" I didn't say that you don't deserve it. I just… you shouldn't have said those things to me, Mk. I know what it's like to have weaknesses, and what it's like to have them exposed in front of others. I would never say anything personal about you to your staff, or even to my staff. I respect you enough to do that. Though, I agree that I was very stiff this morning, and maybe it was a little too much that I did, but you shouldn't have behaved with me like that." She finished in one breath, panting slightly.

" I am sorry, Geet."

It was as if a barrier between them had just broken. Maan stared at her, as he realized that the words were finally out of his mouth. The words he had not uttered in the last 5 years, and the words he had decided he would never utter. But, as usual, Geet had made him do the impossible. He stood there not knowing what to do, but, then it finally hit him. He knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to talk.

" Maine aapni puri zindagi mein sirf ek hi cheese dekhi hain, Geet. People enjoy making fun of you when they find out that you are incapable of doing something, or you're weak in something. You don't like me, and it doesn't take a genius to figure that out. Bas isiliye mujhe laga, ke mujhe niche dikhane ke liye tum sab ko bata dogi, ke you have seen me in a vulnerable state, where I was striving to fulfill my mother's dreams. Main hamesha se hi bohut gussa karta hoon, meri daadima bhi mere gusse se darti hain, though she wouldn't admit it. My parents are dead, I have no elder siblings to rub off my corners and make me see sense. Isiliye, main wohi karta hoon jo mujhe thik lagta hain. I shouldn't have talked to you like that. I know and I am sorry for that." He finished talking, only to see an open-mouthed Geet stare at him hungrily.

Geet closed her mouth, and continued gaping at him. Maan looked at her in surprise, and then in a flick of annoyance, as she continued staring at him.

" What? Saap sung gaya hain kya, Geet? Kuch bolti kyun nahin ho tum?" He said in irritation.

" Oh My God!! Mk, you are capable of talking for longer than 30 seconds. Congratulations, it's a huge achievement. Maine toh socha tha, ke Babaji ne aapko woh quality diya hi nahin. But no, you have it and you can do it. Great. Mujhe toh bohut shanti lag rahi hain. See, itni saari baatein aap aapne andaar rakhenge, toh ekdin pet phaat jayega.. yeh kisiko bolne se bohut halka lagta hain, haina?" she said, smiling at him.

" Toh tum kyun saari baatein aapne andaar rakhti ho? Why do you take all the pain yourself, Geet?" he said sharply, his keen birdlike eyes darting into hers, almost penetrating her soul.

Geet stopped smiling, and lowered her eyes. She had so much running through her right now. One part of her wanted to tell Maan everything, reduce her burdens completely. But the other part, the stronger and more potent part of hers, was not ready yet. She had nothing for Maan and he had not earned knowing anything about her. Already he knew things about her, and had seen her in situations she was not proud of. She didn't want anything else to be disclosed to him. Not until she was ready to trust him completely.

" I don't hide anything." She said grimly, and moved away from him, but he stopped her, by holding her wrist lightly.

" Accha? Then, tell me, why do you get upset whenever your family calls you?" This was it. Geet knew that this was the question he had in mind. She stiffened immediately, and tried to think of a rational response, but, unfortunately, her usual brilliant mind came up with nothing.

" You don't have to answer that, Geet. Just keep in mind, that I will be here to listen if you are ready to tell me." He said slowly, letting go of her hand, and pulling out his car keys from his pockets.

He nodded to her slightly, and walked towards his car. He drove out, leaving a surprised Geet at the entrance of his deserted office.

*****

The phone rang continuously, and Geet raced out of the kitchen to pick it up.

" Hello, Geet?"

She closed her eyes, and opened them again. Sucking a deep breath she said, " Ji, Mumma, kaise hain aap log?"

" Listen, maine tujhe isiliye phone kiya hain, ke are you coming to Mumbai anytime soon?" the agitated voice washed over Geet.

" No, I am in the middle of a contract now. I cant come to Mumbai for the next four months." She said, making her voice as low and clear as possible.

" Do your contracts say that you cant even visit your family," the elder lady said with a slight laugh.

" Nahin, aisa kuch nahin hain.. Why do you want me to come, Mumma?" she asked.

" Geet, tune kya socha hain? What do you plan to do in life? Jo hona tha, woh toh ho gaya hain, usse badla nahin jaa sakta. Yahaan pe sab baatein karte rehte hain tere baaremein. Apparently, that whole thing has caused a stir. Tu toh uss k eek din baad hi flight leke chali gayii, but people here don't spare us for even a minute. Teri maami aur baaki rishtedaar bhi poochti rehti hain tere baaremein. Unhe kya bolun main, beta?"

Geet clenched her fists tightly into balls, her nails biting into the soft skin of her hands. She always dreaded these conversations, and they were the main reason she had not stayed in Mumbai after that night. She didn't know how to answer her parents' questions, or how to reduce their worries. She had always blamed herself for everything that happened. Right now, all she wanted was to tell her mother that she was still not over anything that Dev did to her. She was behaving differently around another man, but there was no way of knowing what kind of feelings she had for him, or he had for her. He has none,Geet. Mk has none. She wanted to tell her mother, that she hadn't given her future a minute's thought. All she wanted to do now, was to work hard, earn money and forget everything.

" Mumma, main abhi tak kuch decide nahin kiya hain. Main aap se baad mein baat karti hoon."

" That's right. Avoid me. Avoid everyone. Tujhe kya lagta hain, ke main kuch samajh ti nahin hoon? Whenever I talk about this, you find a way of making yourself busy in your so called work and career. You are 26 years old, Geet and alone. Hume bhi samaaj ko jawab dena parta hain. But you don't care. You don't care about anything…" Her mother hung up on her angrily.

Geet removed the phone from her ears slowly, and before she knew it, tears started streaming down her eyes. She settled herself down on the sofa, and started sobbing in a low voice. Unwillingly, the last few months of her life sprang like a motion film in front of her clouded eyes. She knew, that she had let her parents down, and she blamed herself completely. But, at the back of her mind, the question still lingered, the unanswered question. Is it my fault? Everything that happened, and didn't happen- was it my fault? I know, I was stupid not to see it, but he left. He left without saying a word to me. He left me to do all the explanations. A letter. A bloody letter. He ended the whole thing with a letter. How can someone be like that?

She thought about that night, in Mumbai. That fateful night, when Maan had seen her crying, when Maan had dropped her home. She had walked in into her house for the last time, her eyes swollen and red, her appearance disheveled. As soon as she came in, her house full of relatives gathered around her, their eyes full of questions and disapproval. Her parents were looking at her, as if their lives depended on it. Geet could forget everything, but she would never forget the look on her father's face when she handed him the letter, and walked off to her room, closing the door behind her, without turning back, or speaking a word. For the rest of that night, she lay on her bed, her eyes full of memories, pain and tears. She did get up in the later part of the night to make some calls, change her clothes, and pack her suitcase. The next morning, she had walked out of her room, completely ready with bags and baggage, and said goodbye to her parents, without giving them a chance to question her. She had taken the first available flight to Delhi, and resumed her routine life back here.

Her mind started going into deeper things, things that had happened earlier that night, but then, they were halted by the shrill ring of her cell phone. She shook her head slightly, trying to get rid of the images, and picked it up without looking at the caller ID.

" Mumma, please don't get me wrong. I…" she stopped when the voice on the other side ran over her nerves, making them even more vulnerable.

" Geet? Kya hua? Tum ro rahi ho kya?"

She felt more tears crowding her already filling eyes, and suddenly had to stifle a sob.

" What the hell, Geet? Kya hua? Aur tum mumma kyun keh rahi thi? Did your family call? Are you okay? Damn it, speak up!" his voice rose an octave with every probing question.

" Nnnoothing… nothing happened…why did you call? Kuch kam tha?" she tried hiding her problems yet again, and tried to speak as normally as she could.

Maan stopped pacing his room, as soon as he heard her voice. There was no doubt about it. She was crying. He ran a frustrated hand through his hair, and spoke each word slowly and clearly, " Geet, kya hua? Tum bohut zyada upset sound kar rahi ho!"

Geet removed the phone from her ears, and took a deep breath to calm herself down. She closed her eyes, and tried every mental tactics she knew, to push her grief back. When she felt that she was again in the expert control of her emotions, she spoke," Mk, I'm fine. I was just… well, nothing. Tell me, why did you call?"

Maan felt like smashing his cell phone to pieces and burning it down completely. He knew Geet was upset about something, and the way she covered it up, and refused to talk about it just showed that she didn't trust him enough. Well, why do you want her to trust you? It's not that important, is it?

He found no answer to that, and finally had to hang up after muttering something about site problems. As soon as the call was disconnected, Geet started crying again, hugging her knees close. While Maan lay on bed, the same thing running in his mind over and over again.

She doesn't trust me enough. I still didn't earn her trust.

*****

The car behind her one honked loudly, almost deafening her ears. She made an irritated click, and started driving again. Her eyes were still swollen from last night's crying session, but right now, she was busy concentrating on getting to Khurana Constructions on time. Geet was on the main road, when her cell beeped slightly, indicating a text message. She made an irritated face again, and grabbed it to read it. Clearly, she wasn't in the best of her moods this morning, and everything happening around her, seemed to annoy her out of her wits.

She was busy scanning the text, when she registered a motorcycle in front of her car. She dropped her phone, and quickly steered to the right, to avoid crashing. Instead, she ended up against the headlights of another car, and the next thing she heard was the loud and rude sound of glass shattering. She sat in her car, petrified, as she realised, that she had knocked off the headlights of a Mercedes, and a very sleek and expensive looking one at that.

The otherwise busy street became even more busy now, as people started gathering, trying to measure out the damage. Geet quickly unbuckled her seatbelt, and climbed out of the car, stifling a gasp, as she saw the damage she had caused because of her stupidity. Her hand was still on her mouth, and her eyes were still widened, when she heard the low but powerful voice, " Don't you know, that the motor rule states that you shouldn't be anywhere near your phone when you're driving, young lady?"

Geet was still staring at the broken headlight in a scary sort of mesmerized way, and she just nodded her head for a yes, without looking at the person she was talking to. She was too busy registering the loss she had incurred for the whole incident.

" Now what? Just say sorry and leave? That's what this generation does. You people know how to make money, but don't know anything else. Go on, young lady, apologise, and leave." The words finally knocked some sense into Geet, and she jerked her head to meet the eyes of the aged lady who was talking to her strongly. She took in her appearance carefully, and saw that she stood firm in her posture, and despite her wrinkles and clear signs of age, the lady was still full of rigor and personality. Geet felt a sense of familiarity run through her veins, and tried to relate where she found this woman so recognizable. But, she couldn't concentrate on her thoughts, as the lady started talking again.

" Aap logon ko koi tameez nahin hain. I know what you're going to do now. You're going to offer me money for my damage, and just say, Suck it up. Haina?" she said, her shrewd eyes running all over Geet.

Geet removed her hand from her mouth, and slowly shook her head for a no.

" I'm sorry, Ma'am. But, I won't be able to pay for the damage. Because, no matter how much I pay for it, it's never going to be enough. Maine aapki gaari ki headlight tod di, and it was completely and absolutely my fault. I shouldn't have checked the text then. If I pay for it, you will probably be able to repair it, but it won't undo what I did, would it?" She nodded her head for a no again, herself.

The lady smirked slightly, and stared at her for a long time. Her eyes still followed her, as Geet walked up to the uniformed driver, and started asking him questions, about the type, name and cost of headlights. She felt miserable, as she realised that it was a Mercedes. She didn't have so much cash on her right now, so, she will have to withdraw it from one of her bank accounts. As she continued talking to the driver, the woman came up behind her and said, " I'm sorry. I shouldn't have talked to you like that. Lekin kya karun? Aajkal ki generation aisi hi hain. But you're different, bete. Mujhe aapka jawab bohut pasand aaya. Looks like you're fast, modern and intelligent all at the same time, and at such a young age.

Geet smiled slightly, and said, " Maybe, I'm not as young as I look."

She finished writing something on a piece of paper and handed it to the woman.

" Ma'am. Aapka total kitna hota hain, I couldn't estimate. But, obviously, I don't have so much cash on me now. Lekin, aap repairing kar wake bills mere office bhej dena. I will clear them. I am very sorry. Here, I've written my office address and phone number on this paper."

" On the contrary, mujhe isske paise nahin chahiye. Aap mujhe bohut pasand aayi. Agar aap mujhe kuch dena hi chahti hain, then I will use this number to call you up and have a cup of coffee with you. Agreed?" The older woman said, with a twinkle in his eyes.

Geet laughed a little, and said, " Coffee kyun? Main aap ke saath dinner karungi. Lekin please, Ma'am, I insist. Please send me the bills. Atleast, it would make me feel I'm doing something to make up for my huge mistake."

Geet felt her phone vibrate in her hands, and looked at it. Muttering an excuse me, she picked it up and said, " Ha Pinky bolo."

The woman looked at Geet carefully, scrutinizing every single detail. She smiled slightly, as Geet ran her hands through her hair, and closed her eyes, before talking, " Pinky, I'm already half way to Khurana Constructions. And you choose this time to tell me that the meeting will be in my office?"

Geet listened for a few more minutes, and took a deep breath. Finally, she said, " Fine, I'm on my way."

She put her phone away, and smiled at the woman. She said, " Sorry Ma'am. But, I have to leave now. I have a meeting lined up, and the person I work with is a time piece. Ek minute bhi late huwi toh meri class le lenge."

The woman smiled happily at the choice of Geet's words. Perfect. Just perfect. Savitri Devi thought.

PRECAP: Don't leave me so soon.

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