[MG FF]- Surrender...Author's note page 49 - Page 26

He was still sitting there without any clue. He felt extremely stupid and here this girl was shivering and still he was unable to go near her. But after a lot of duels he decided that at least he could cover her with something or else she might fall sick. Then his Daadi would be really furious on him. She had unending trust on him and now if something happens to her then she might lose that trust. No! I can't disappoint Daadi...he thought furiously and went to take his backpack. He took his jacket and a towel from it and very hesitantly approached her. He took the towel and very slowly wiped her face. She still was in a deep slumber and didn't wake up. That helped him to keep his composure. He slowly wiped her hands and lifted her off the sleeping bunk and covered her with his jacket and made her sleep again. When he about to go, his attention fell on a small wound on her foot. He went near her foot, took it in his hands and started wiping it.

That was when his eyes fell on a lone payal on her right ankle. It strangely resembled the one he had with him. Unable to contain his curiosity he took the payal out of his pocket and compared the one she wore with the one he had. It matched perfectly and his happiness knew no bounds. Finally, his two party fighters had become one as he realized she was the one he had seen in the dargah. That figured why he felt the same feeling every time he touched her payal or every time he was near her. Now that his mystery girl was revealed he couldn't contain his excitement and his face split into a wide and contented smile. But soon it was replaced with doubt as he realized that she might not even reciprocate the feelings he had for her. What if it didn't matter to her? What if she had someone else in her life and that person would soon come to take her away from him. He was still unsure whether the feeling he had for her was love or not but still couldn't digest the fact that someone might come and take her away. He felt really uneasy and his eyes became moist. He was convinced that she might be like him as she really liked the name of his house. Not many people could understand what it really meant and those who did were the people who could understand him and his convictions at least to a certain level. Her thoughts about her parents and the way she had written about heaven on that kitchen roll made him get convinced to a certain extent that she might be like him. But now as he realized that this might not be a success, he just couldn't control himself and tears escaped his beautiful eyes. He just couldn't be there in front of her, so he got up and huddled in the corner of his tent and started to vent out all his depression in the form of tears. (Maan crying isn't the fact that can be digested by many people but strong people often cry when they realize their intentions aren't going to be successful and here, Maan's love confusions!)

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'Rose...neeche aao...jaldi...' called Seema.

'Coming mummy..' Rose called out from her room.

Seema was all decked up to go a kitty party and she was insisting her daughter to go with her as well. Because a lot of rich people were coming there and if her Rose managed to impress someone then she might be able to get her married and then her daughter would always spend her life among the riches and money. She was extremely proud of her daughter and her beauty. Now that witch had finally vanished from their life, there wasnt any other problem.

Rose came all dressed in a pink off shoulder top and a white knee length skirt. Her mother ogled at her and for her there was no other woman as beautiful as her.

'Hayee..hayeee...meri Dikri kitni pyaari lag rahi hai...' she said

'Oh stop it mummy...mujhe dikri mat bulao...it sounds really boring...' complained Rose

'Oh achcha theek hai...nahi bulayoongi...raat ki party keliye tayyar?'

'Mid night part mum...aap kab English mein bolna shuru karoge...?'

'Uff oh beta..mujhe yeh englis winglis samajh mein nahi aayegi...tu jo seekhayegi mein wahi bolungi..theek hai?'

'Okay mummy..now come on we are getting late!'

'Kya kaha?'

'Arrgh! maine kaha jaldi chaliye...der horahi hai...hume waha 1 ghante pehle pohunchna chahiye tha aur hum abhi bhi ghar pe hi hain...chaliye..' said Rose and ushered her hindi speaking mother out of the house while screaming for the servent to close the door.

Here, Ramu came out of the kitchen and shut the door with tearful eyes. He was missing his daughter like Geet very much and with tears in his eyes thought 'meri bachchi ko maar diya in logon ne..akhir aisa kya kiya tha us maasoom dikri ne...hai prabhu yeh kya lila hai tumhari?'

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'Aap kyun ro rahe hai?' asked a sweet voice bringing Maan out of his reverie. He lifted his head to see the girl standing infront of him. He was just out of words as he realized she was talking to him.

She bent down and sat on her knees and said 'mard ho kar aap ro rahe hai? chi chi...aap rote hue bilkul bhi achche nahi lagte...' in her very cute voice and Maan just stared at her.

She stretched her hand and slowly wiped the tears off his face. Maan closed his eyes as her soft touch fell on his cheek. He just felt he was completed. He didn't know why but all the actions of this girl made him feel really special.

'Toh ab batayiye..aap ro kyun rahe the?'

'Nahi kuch nahi…bura laga tha..isiliye...'

'Kyun bura laga tha'

'Nahi kuch nahi...'

'Theek hai...aap nahi batana chahte to mat batayiye...main aapko force nahi karoongi...lekin main yaha kaise aagayi?'

'woh tum behosh hogayithi isiliye main tumhe yaha lekar aaya tha..'

'oh! lekin aap kaun hai...'

'Main? Main Daadi ka pota hoon jiske ghar tum rehrahithi na..'

The girl immediately stiffened and got up. Maan understood how she must have felt and got up to console her. 'Dekho tum bura mat mano...meri behen hai hi aisi…ghusse mein kuch keh deti hai aur phir pachtakar mafi mangti hai...ussine mujhe tumhe ghar laane keliye kaha…woh tumse maafi maagna chahti hai...'

'Nahi maafi maagne ki koi zaroorat nahi hai...par main waha dubara nahi aaongi...' the girl replied sadly.

'Main jaanta hoon ki tumhe kitna dard hua hai meri behen ki baate sunkar, but she really is sorry. Woh bohot achchi hai par ghusse mein aksar bhadak jaati hai...woh ro ro kar pagal hogayi jab usse pata chala ki tum uski wajah se hamara ghar chodkar chali gayi. Please uskeliye...Daadi keliye ghar wapas aajao...woh dono tumhe bohot miss kar rahe hai...' Maan said truthfully. She could feel the honesty in his voice and the sweetness with which he talked.

'Par meri wajah se aapki parivaar mein itni badi misunderstanding hogayi...agar main dubara aaongi tab baat aur bigad gayi toh?' she asked fearfully.

'Aisa kuch nahi hoga...Annie bohot achchi hai...woh phir tumhari mann nahi dukhayegi...' said Maan.

'Par...'

'Maine kaha na kuch nahi hoga...tum jitna din chahti ho utna din hamare ghar mein rehsakti ho...koi tumhe tang nahi karega...theek hai?'

The girl had to give in to Maan. She silently nodded. Maan felt a little happy and said 'chalo ab tum uth gayi ho to ghar chalte hai…Daadi aur Annie intezaar kar rahe honge...'

'Theek hai…' she said and followed him outside the tent. Now that it had stopped raining, Maan undid the tent, put it back to his backpack and sat in the jeep. The girl followed him to the jeep. As she was walking, she tripped on a rock and sparained her ankle yet again. Maan immediately got down from the jeep and went near her. 'Bohot dukh raha hai...' he enquired anxiously.

'Hmm...' she replied clutching her ankle in pain.

'Theek hai…idhar aao' he said and scooped her in his arms.

'Yeh aap kya kar rahe ho?' she said in mock surprise.

'Tumhe chalne mein dikkhat hogi isiliye main tumhari madad kar raha hoon.' said Maan smiling at her surprise and gently placed her in the jeep and drove away to Prachetas.