MG FF- Shackles of Love#2#teaser pg 143 - Page 8

Aur kuch to de nahi sakti, except for pappiyaan and jhaapiyaa😉😉

"Maaannn"

She woke up with a scream, panting heavily as if she was watching a nightmare.

Her restless heart refused to settle down. "Babaji wo theek hai na? Mujhe itni ghabrahat kyu ho rahi hai!"

She got up to drink a glass of water to calm herself. Going into the bathroom, she splashed some water on her face to remove the traces of the nightmare. As she looked in the mirror, her eyes caught sight of her mangalsutra. Holding it tight in her fists, she prayed for his well being. "Babaji inki raksha karna!"

She closed her eyes and prayed for him! She wished to see him once, just once to assure herself that he was okay. She wished to be held by him once. She wished he would come to her once and hold her in his embrace, shielding her from her own fears and nightmares. She wished him to shake her from this nightmare her life had become. But then as the reality set in, she couldn't help but smirk at herself... mocking her own self and then she chided herself, "Geet! Ye kya soch rahi hai tu! Wo nahi aayenge! Aur wo aaye bhi to tujhe koi farak nahi padhega. Roz roz unhe yaad karne se ye baat sach nahi ho jaayegi! Unhone kabhi tujhse pyaar kiya hi nahi. You have no one to blame but yourself. You misconstrued his actions as love! And after what he did the other day….What he told you..How can you even think about him? Don't you have any self-respect? Why do you still care about him? You are supposed to hate him!"

"He married you for his own selfish reasons. Unhe jo chahiye tha, wo unhe mil gaya, abhi wo tera saath nahi chahte! He used you! Is it so hard to wrap your head around this fact?"

Her silent tears, which no one noticed, were testament to the agony within her.

"Babaji aap ne meri zindagi me itne imtihaan kyu likhe hai? Jab bhi mujhe thodii khushi milti hai aur mai use sametne ki koshish karti hu, to wo ret ki tarah bikhar jaati hai. Agar aapne meri zindagi me pyaar likha hi nahi hai, to kyu aap mujhe ummed dete hai? Kyu Babaji kyu?"

Her anguished cries, subdued in her pillow, testified a heart wrenching past that clouded her future.

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meri saanson mein tum, dil ki dhadkan mein tum

rehate ho mere khayaalon mein tum

No matter what had occurred between them, there was never a minute which passed without his memories coming to her. It was not so easy to forget someone you had once loved with your whole heart. Tears seeped down her cheeks leaving wet trails, as she thought about the days gone by.

yeh raat khushnaseeb hai jo apane chaand ko

kaleje se lagaaye so rahi hai

yaha toh ghum ki sej par hamaari aarju

akele muh chhupaaye ro rahi hai

yeh raat khushnaseeb hai jo apane chaand ko

kaleje se lagaaye so rahi hai

Knowing she would not be able to go back to sleep, she wrapped herself in a shawl and went outside to stare at the moon. The crisp cold wind bit into her flesh, the woolen barriers not enough to protect her from the biting cold. But she was immune to it by now. The chill did not affect her, as the coldness which was entrenched in her heart was much bitter.

Something had died within her that day when Maan had falsely accused her and tried to……! She hugged herself tighter as the pain of his actions and words bit into her soul. It eroded her spirit and crushed her womanhood every time she heard those words. Tears burst out as the pain became unendurable.

No! "Ruk ja Geet! Sambhal apne aap ko! He doesn't deserve your tears even!" She wouldn't go there! She would never think of that night again! She had promised herself that! If she kept thinking about it, her wounds would keep festering deep within, never getting a chance to heal.

And she would not let him affect her anymore!

She had had enough of people dictating her life! From the time she had learnt to think independently, her decisions had been made for her, many of them against her wishes. And she had bent her head and followed them blindly!

Be it her Darji, her mamaji, Brij Veerji, or Maan!

And in the end, each and every person had betrayed her!

Each person had used her for their gain callously, uncaring about her feelings.

But enough was enough! She would no longer let grant anyone the power to rule over her life and actions.

She wiped her tears promising herself that she would never again let a man dictate her life. She would lead her life the way she thought was right.

saathi maine paake tujhe khoya, kaisa hai yeh apana naseeb

tujhase bichhad gayi main toh, yaadein teri hai mere kareeb

He was her heart.

Her soul.

And her foolish heart refused to listen to her mind's dictates.

The heart doesn't know any boundaries. It only knows emotions. It is the mind which sets boundaries and barriers for the heart to feel. During the daytime, she could be strong and independent. Showing that she didn't care, that she wasn't affected. But the darkness of the night brought back all her insecurities. The mind slowed down allowing the heart to take over. To start its painful thudding for its partner, even knowing that its feelings were not reciprocated.

Knowing that it had all been a mirage, a fool's paradise.

tu meri wafa mein, tu meri sada main, tu meri duwaao mein

yeh raat khushnaseeb hai jo apane chaand ko

kaleje se lagaaye so rahi hai

It had taken her a long time to come to terms with the facts of her life. But now she had accepted them. It was just that the slinky blackness of the night hid the demons from her, making her remember the happy times. Making her remember a time when she had felt the most loved woman in the world. Making her remember the passion filled nights when he would claim her over and over again, making her trust in a lie which his eyes and actions had made her believe. Making her a wanton body, eager to hide in its lovers embrace, thinking that he would shield her from all the hardships of life.

katati nahi hai meri raatein, katate nahi hai mere din

mere saare sapane adhure, jindagi adhuri tere bin

khaabon mein nigaahi mein pyaar ki panaaho mein

aa chhupaale baajuo mein

If living each day without him was a torture, her nights were pure hell! She had gotten used to his comforting presence beside her, to soothe her in the night.

She remembered when she would babble away for hours lying on his chest, his hand gently massaging her back or caressing her hair lovingly. She had shared all her dreams and aspirations with him. But he would never utter a word. On questioning him one day, he had teasingly replied that she spoke so much that she never gave him a chance to speak. He used to stare at her with passion filled eyes while she slept on him. But he never shared anything with her. His life, his dreams, his aspirations, his reality, everything was hidden from her.

The only thing he shared was his body and fool that she was, she had believed it to be his way of expressing his love.

Even though she was now living a part of her dream, she felt empty from within. She was independent and supporting herself decently. She had made a fresh start for herself.

But the satisfaction she should have derived from this achievement was nil. It seemed as if without him beside her, her dreams were meaningless.

Without him smiling that crooked smile of his, without him embracing her to congratulate her on her achievements, she was a lost soul drifting mindlessly as life passed by.

yeh raat khushnaseeb hai jo apane chaand ko

kaleje se lagaaye so rahi hai

yaha toh ghum ki sej par hamaari aarju

akele muh chhupaaye ro rahi hai

She had been living in a false world built entirely by her own longing for the dream of a happily ever after. So the shattering of trust when it had come had left her so broken that even breathing had become painful.

"Aap ne aisa kyu kiya Maan? Maine sapne me bhi nahi socha tha ke aap mujhpe aisa ilzaam lagaoge. Did you think my love was so shallow that I would deceive you in such a way? Aap ne socha bhi kaise ke mai aapko dhoka de sakti hu?"

Had it been left to her, she would gladly have accepted oblivion to this painful existence, but Babaji worked in mysterious ways and had made her face the world again.

He had given her the will to fight, the strength to survive, the determination to succeed.

She had made her own small world here, working in a small Dhaaba as a cook. The money she earned was enough to take care of her daily expenses, leaving behind some to spare for the times she would need a nest. The free lodging and meals were an added bonus. Not to mention the elderly couple who ran the Dhaaba looked on her as their daughter.

So all in all, she was doing well and Babaji had given her more than she could have asked for.

She huddled in the blanket, wrapping her hands tightly around herself, in a fetal position, crying her heart out!

She never realized when she passed out due to fatigue, not that she got peace even then.

The next morning, yet again, he found her, curled up on the stairs. The silent tears trailing her cheeks were proof of her pain which refused to leave her alone even in her slumber.

Meera shook her head at the sight which met her eyes. The room reeked of alcohol clearly indicating the activities of the past night.

Picking up his wallet from where it had slipped from his hands, she turned it around to find a pretty young woman glaring at her.

She was beautiful. There were no other words to describe her.

Looking like an angel in disguise.

The mischief and laughter in her eyes belied her glaring expression.

It was a face of a woman who was happy and content with her lot. It was a face professing that she knew that she was madly loved.

So where had it gone all wrong? Meera had questions galore but no answers. As far as she had seen, Maan was a very private person. He hadn't spoken to her once about Geet. She didn't know anything beyond her own formed conclusions. Even Adi, the super guy was clueless to their equation.

But the flame still burned, that was for sure. She could see it scorching him in his own hell. But was Geet equally affected? Again she drew a blank.

A sharp pain pierced her heart to see him in such a condition. He was a far cry from the arrogant Maan Singh Khurrana whose glimpses she had seen over the past couple of months.

Here was a broken Maan hungering for his soul mate. His mournful pleas could be heard even without him opening his mouth. The aura around him screamed pain and regret. How could anyone love someone so deeply? She wondered.

She didn't know how she had come to wish to be the one in his life, to be the one who was the recipient of all that love and care. But after seeing him getting tortured over Geet's absence, she realized that no one would ever be able to take that place in his heart.

Kuch jodiyaan rab khud banate hai.

Aur unke beech koi insaan to kya khud wo bhi nahi aa sakta.

She realized that Maan and Geet are meant to be together.

And it was high time she did something about it! She would find Geet and unite her with Maan. This would be her gift to the man who had stolen her heart at first sight unbeknown to her.

At least someone's love story would reach a happy conclusion.

The smell of strong coffee woke him up. As he tried to get up, a sudden shooting pain in his head made him rest his head back again. Groaning, and feeling like death, he closed his eyes against the glare of the sunlight which was hell bent on destroying his eyesight!

As he brought his hand to push back his hair, he noticed his hands were bandaged. On taking a closer look, he saw that the room had been restored to its pristine condition. There was no evidence of his late night activities.

He saw Meera stepping out of the kitchen with a tray holding two mugs of coffees. "So you are finally awake Mr. Khurrana! I hope your head is splitting in two and your eyes are burning too. Coz you sure as hell deserve it!" she said matter of factly.

Her harsh tone was belied by the cup of strong coffee she thrust under his nose and the couple of painkillers she thrust in his palm.

Gulping down both, he muttered a "Thanks Doc" praying for the tablets to take effect fast. He was no stranger to pain. His life had been filled with it throughout. But there is just something about a hangover which he wouldn't wish on his worst enemies. Grimacing at himself, he got up wobbly and made it to the washroom.

Half an hour later, he emerged, having bathed and changed, feeling halfway human and ready to face Meera's wrath which he knew was going to burst on him any second.

Eyeing her with trepidation, he entered the kitchen finding her making oily parathas.

The thought of food was enough to make him nauseous, but the look on her face made him come and sit on the table.

"Meera I am sorry for yest…." He began but was cut short by her angry glare. He shut up immediately and looked down at the table cloth as if it hid the mysteries of life.

Suddenly a bowl of cornflakes was slammed in front of him with another cup of coffee next to it. He looked up gratefully at Meera.

"I may be angry at you, but it doesn't mean I will take petty revenge by forcing you to eat these oily parathas. These are for me. I was on duty last night, and I am so famished right now! I could eat a horse!"

He smiled at her chatter, shaking his head at her while proceeding to silently finish his breakfast.

Both were lost in their own world. But the person occupying their thoughts was the same.

Geet.

"She is very pretty" Meera finally murmured.

On his questioning look, Meera indicated his wallet which was lying on the table along with a couple of cell phones.

Maan immediately lifted it, opening it to look at his Mishty. "I know." He said proudly. "And you know what the best part is Meera? She is so much more beautiful from within too. She has the knack to make anyone melt with just her smile. Her mere presence would spread cheer in the surroundings. Any person she talked to would become her friend instantly; she could charm the birds off the trees without even trying."

Meera smiled at his reminiscences. For the first time, she saw a genuine smile on his face. She let him continue without any interruptions first and spoke when he fell silent again.

"Maan do you think that sitting here and drinking yourself to oblivion, punishing yourself physically, is going to help you get her back?" she finally ventured.

Instantly, the icy look and firm face was back as he got up with a jerk and shouted, "Don't you think I know that? I am doing everything possible Meera. I haven't left a stone unturned in her search."

Meera unwilling to be cowed by his harsh demeanor, which she knew he generally used to hide his pain and insecurity retorted back, "Seems like you didn't search hard enough then. The Maan Singh Khurrana I know would not have been wallowing in self pity admitting that he lost!"

"Who the hell do you think you are to pass an opinion in my life? Mai tumhe kuch nahi kehta iska ye matlab nahi ke tumhare mann me jo aaye tum kahogi. Stay in your limits Meera!" he spat, as the arrow hit a nerve somewhere.

The sudden rush of tears in her eyes made him regret his harsh words instantly.

Meera quietly got up, and took her breakfast things to the sink. "I am sorry I overstepped the line. It won't happen again. I just came to check on u. Seeing that you are fine, I think I should leave from where I am not wanted." She kept her back turned to him while gathering her purse and stuff.

Maan massaged his forehead to gain a semblance of calm, and caught her hand as she was leaving. "Meera I am sorry. I don't know what came over me."

She freed her hand and continued on her way "It's ok Maan. You don't need to give me any explanations. I realized the boundaries I have in your life. Next time I will take care and won't over step them." She said in crisp tones.

He banged his already injured hand on the wall as she left. He knew only to hurt people. In order to hide his fears, he tended up lashing at those who genuinely cared for him. Hadn't he learned his lesson? Wasn't losing Geet enough that he was now hurting Meera into the bargain?

The pain in his bleeding hand was nothing compared to the throbbing in his heart. The man who had professed not to own a heart was now being plagued by it his every waking moment. Sleep also refused to embrace him into its bliss.

As he clenched his fist harder, to feel the pain, to punish himself, he heard the door open and Meera walked it again. One look at his bleeding hand, and she was over to him in a jiffy. Taking his hand in both of her own, she turned it over to remove the soaked bandage.

Without a word, she made him sit on a chair and opened her kit once again to look for fresh supplies. Her sharp intake of breath when she saw the mess his hand was in was enough to make him guilty for doing it. Not a word passed between them as she silently bandaged his hand all over again. He stared at the wall, ignoring her.

A tear drop falling on his hand made him look at her. Two pairs of pain filled intense eyes met and held. One held the agony of a lost love while the other mirrored the pain of unrequited love.

They were bound together by this pain.

Each understanding the other's agony but unable do anything to relieve it. In the lost phase of this listless life, they were the anchors for each other to reality.

"Maan you will not hurt yourself again. Samjhe aap? Aapki takleef se aapse zyaada kisi aur ko dard hota hai. Promise me. You won't do something reckless like this again!"

Maan nodded his acquiescence and tightened his hand around hers.

She squeezed his hand gently, smiling through her tears at him.

(A certain someone can imagine something over here! I am not saying anything! Just pointing out something! Don't kill me yet!)

"You know na Maan, I am always here, if you need someone to talk to. I will help you to find Geet. But I can't help you if I don't know what happened between you two. Sometimes it takes a woman to understand another woman Maan!"

Maan was silent at this; he removed his hand from hers and went to stare out of the window broodingly.

Meera sighed at his stubbornness, but decided to give him time to think it over. "You will never change MK!"

She turned to leave when his voice stopped her.

"NEVER SAY NEVER Meera!"

Kamini I can kill you right now😡😡😡😡😡 Index kaun updet karega be😡😡😡 ek ek pg dhunding tera updet khodne ko😭

chalo back to the updet😳

this is the first time when we have seen things from Geet's POV and one thing is evident that Maan has overstepped his line by whatever he said and did to her... the girl has broken down and have killed a part of herself in the process!

yes she loves him and there was no denying that... she pines for him with same intensity as he does for her... none of them he happy being away but yet more than distance its the circumstances that have drifted them apart she knew the shackles that bind them together were never gonna set her free... that she was joint to him by the fate... by the love that she harboured for him... she wishes for him to come to her but then she's too hurt to give him a chance to enter her life yet again glad that she has some on to look after her... God bless the old couple...

And who is this he now😡

Meera is a darling... i love her... bearing all the insults... she's still standing by his side and coaxing him to come out of the oblivion that he had built around himself... his words still hurt her but then though painfully its good to see her coming to terms... i completely adore her😛

Maan's condition is no less... seems he has resorted to giving himself the physical pain for each wound he's casting on the other... especially Geet and Meera... He's desperately trying to look for her... searching her everywhere... ready to give up all just so to have her back... and so his outburst when Meera says that he's not trying hard was understandable... bechara Maan😭

Kamini now updet your index😡😡😡