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FANTASY

CHAPTER-27

The minutes ticked by and the clock struck 9pm. Geet was still not home, and Maan was on the verge of nerves. Everytime his cell rang, or someone knocked, or someone rang the doorbell, he jumped, expecting it to be Geet. He had made dozens of calls on her cell phone, but it was switched off. Everyone started getting worried, and Maan was just about to leave to look for her, when the driver, drenched in the rain entered the Mansion. Maan rushed towards him, and demanded sternly, " Where is Geet maam? Kaha chora tumne unhe?"

The driver looked confused and said, " Main toh Geet maam ko lekar ghar aa raha tha, when the car broke down in the middle of the road. It needed a mechanic immediately, aur jab Geet maam ne yeh suna, toh unhone mujhse kaha ke main gaari thik karwake ghar le aaun, who aapne aap ghar chali jayegi. Then she left from there…main…."

Maan couldn't wait till he completed the sentence. He caught hold of his collar before anyone could stop him, and asked desperately," Where did she get off?"

The rain was tearing down in torrents, as Geet hurried down the deserted road. Under normal circumstances, this was the kind of rain she loved. But now, when she was all alone, drenched, wet, and scared, the rain was the last thing she wanted. She prayed silently, as she walked quickly, trying to get to atleast a busy road, where there were people, or traffic or cars. After she got off the car to come home ( She didn't wait for the car to be fixed, because she wanted to get home fast to make sure that Maan had eaten his lunch) there was not a single auto to be seen. She had already walked a long distance from the car when it started raining furiously, and she had no other way, but to seek shelter in front of some shops, and then start walking again, looking for any kind of transport. But somehow, the heavy downpour had made the entire transport system crippled. To top it all, her cell phone had died, making it impossible for her to seek any kind of help, or let anyone know about her problem. She had even left her purse and money in the car. She walked down the road quickly, the rain wetting her already drenched clothes even more. She was busy thinking about Maan and everyone else's concern when she heard the voices. As she walked closer, she could smell the extremely strong stench of alcohol. She wrinkled her nose, and started walking even quickly when a harsh voice called out, " Heyy… look at that beauty!!! She is awesome!!!"

Geet stood rooted to the spot, and as she turned slowly, searching for the source of the voice, she saw four guys, clearly drunk and not in their senses. It was one of them who had called out. The others started laughing, as Geet took up walking again, this time even faster, trying to get away from them. But the boys started following her, making vile, vulgar comments at her. She quickened her pace, but the boys kept up very easily. Suddenly, she found herself surrounded by the four, all of them gaping and smirking at her.

Geet's heart filled with fear and panic as she took in the intensity of the situation. She looked at them, mustered every bit of courage in her and said as strongly as she could manage, " Don't come close to me!!"

The loud laughter of the four boys echoed into the empty road. One of them came close to her, and smashed the bottle of alcohol he had in his hands in front of her, causing her to shudder in fear. They started laughing even harder, as they enjoyed the sight of a helpless and terrified Geet. They started walking towards her. She thought of Maan, which seemed to give her strength and said again, " Dekho, main aakhri baar keh rahi hoon… mere kareeb mat aao!!! Warna!!"

Before she could complete, she felt the cold harsh wind touch her body, as she saw one of the guys rip her dupatta off her body, and throw it carnally on the ground. She screamed out as she realized, that her modesty was exposed in front of these men, and their lustful eyes viewed her from every possible angle. She thought of Maan, her husband, the love of her life and closed her eyes tightly." I want to die!! Babaji, please, I want to die!! Save me from this humiliation!!" The same guy ran his hands over her cheeks and lips, causing her to cry out in fear and disgust. The others stood there, enjoying the sight of an exposed Geet, when suddenly, the car lights blinded everyone's eyes. The tires of the black car screeched loudly, as the car came to a reckless stop on the slippery road. The guy still held on to Geet, with the others standing close other, when he came out of the car. He looked at the guy who was holding Geet, and his eyes shot daggers as he came close, and pried the guy's hands off her. The guy was too surprised to resist, but as soon as Geet screamed out, " MAAN!!!!" and ran towards him with all her might, the men broke out of their reverie.

Geet crashed into the rock hard chest of Maan, who held her tightly. He held her waist protectively, keeping his eyes on the men, as he bent down to retrieve her dupatta from the ground and draped it firmly around her. He was still looking at the guy who had held Geet, when he felt her tremble dreadfully in his arms. He shoved her behind him, and started walking forwards. Geet held his bicep, terrified and nodded a no, pleading him with her eyes for them to leave. Maan silenced her pleas with a warning look of his eyes, and walked towards the guy. He stared at him steadfast, his eyes spitting fire, and uncontrollable anger. As the guy raised his hand to hit him, Maan caught the hand midair, and stared at it for a long time… This was the hand which had insulted his Geet, this was the hand which had touched his Geet, this was the hand which had made his Geet cry, this was the hand which had made his Geet scared. He twisted the hand, and Geet gasped loudly, as she heard the crunching noise, which was inevitably of the bones breaking. The guy whimpered in pain, as he collapsed on the ground in front of Maan. Maan looked at the other three men, who started backing away, suddenly scared of the blazing eyes of this man who had just broken a hand. Maan looked at the guy on the ground in disgust, and started punching his face continuously. Blood oozed out of the guy's face, as Maan couldn't stop hitting him. The other three men were nowhere to be seen, but Maan seemed to have lost control of himself. The only thing that registered in his mind, was that this guy had insulted and touched HIS Geet and he would never forgive him for that!!!

" Maan!!! MAAN!!! Choriye usse…. Woh mar jayega… choriye, choriye Maan…." Geet tried to move Maan away, but he was not even budging. Geet's eyes widened as she saw Maan's hand bleeding as well, and she doubled her efforts to pull him away from the man who was already wasted…. " Maan, choriye usse…aapko meri kasam!!!" she cried out desperately. Maan stopped immediately, and looked at Geet, who hugged him tightly and started sobbing uncontrollably. She closed her eyes tightly, thinking what would have happened today if Maan hadn't come on the right time. She held him even tighter, venting out all her fears and anguish in the form of tears. Maan stood holding Geet for an immeasurable time and finally when Geet broke the hug and tore off a part of her dupatta to tie his bleeding hand, he stared straight ahead, not looking at her. She tried to gauge his state of mind, but his face and eyes gave away nothing. He let her tie the dupatta on his hand, and took her to the car. As he drove, Geet kept looking at him, trying to read his mind. He was not looking at her, but she knew he was not angry on her. He had hugged her as long as she wanted in the rain, but he was not behaving normal. As they reached the Mansion, Maan got out and wrapped his arm protectively around Geet and walked her to the Mansion, without saying a single word. Geet still looked on confused, but she didn't find the time to ask him anything as everyone pounced on them, asking questions all at once. Maan stood there saying nothing, still holding Geet tightly, as she tried to answer all the questions as shortly as she could. She didn't want anyone to know the whole incident, and she silently prayed that Daadima didn't notice the wound on Maan's hand. The questions would probably have continued for the whole night, when Maan suddenly tightened his hold on Geet's waist, and said in a quiet but authoritative voice, " Geet bohut thak gayii hain… I think she should get some sleep!! And I am tired too."

Everyone immediately stopped their questions, and Daadima told them to go up to their bedroom and rest. Maan didn't let go of his hold on Geet as they climbed the stairs and entered their room. Geet looked at him continuously, trying to understand his actions, but his face was wiped clean of any kind of emotion. He was definitely behaving weird. They were home now, but still, he refused to let go of her for even a second. Downstairs, he had continued to hold her, even in front of everyone. The fact that she had gone red and all flushed because of his hold on her didn't bring a single change in his behavior. As they entered the room, Maan closed and locked the door, letting go of Geet, went and stood by the window, without a word.

Geet stood clueless in the middle of the room for some time, thinking how to start a conversation, how Maan would react, what and how was he feeling, what was going on inside him, but suddenly she forgot everything else as saw his bleeding hand, the piece of dupatta, being completely drenched in his blood. She hurried into the washroom and got out the first- aid box. She ran back into the room, and towards the window, where he stood looking outside, as if he didn't even feel the pain his hand was giving him. Geet held his hand gingerly in her tender ones, and slowly slipped the dupatta off. Her face twisted in pain as she saw the blood on Maan's hand. She dipped a ball of cotton into savlon and dabbed the wound with it, causing a hiss to escape from Maan's lips. Geet's eyes filled with tears, as she continued treating his hand. She cleaned the wound as gently as she could and while bandaging it up, said softly still looking down at his hand intently, " Kya zaarorat thi usse aise marne ki? Dekha, aapko kitna dard ho raha hain… abhi aap puri tarah se thik bhi nahin huye the, aur aab yeh… aapne toh almost uski jaan hi leli thi… koi aise kisi ko marta hain kya? Aap ne itni berehmi se usse kyun maara? Boliye.. aab chup kyun ho gaye…" she looked up at Maan, and before she could register anything, she felt herself being pinned down on the wall roughly.

" Kyun ki ussne tumhe chua!!!" Maan spat out. He pressed himself closer to her aggressively, and spoke, his voice rough with emotion, " Tumhe chune ka haq sirf mujhe hain… tum sirf meri ho.. samjhi tum? Agar koi tumhare saath zabardasti karega, toh main usse zinda nahin chorunga.. samjhi tum??" His eyes blazed with innumerable emotions as his piercing gaze shot into Geet's soul. She tried to look down unable to bear the intensity of Maan's demanding eyes, but he jerked her face up staring deeply into her eyes without blinking, holding her chin roughly. His eyes registered madness, love, passion, anger, pain, anguish and as Geet looked into them deeply, she knew she should probably be scared, but the only feeling coursing through her veins at that moment was pure and serene love and trust. She was not scared of those eyes, which spoke volumes, because she knew her Maan could and would never hurt her. Maan saw her eyes glistening with tears, and her eyes filled with love and devotion for him, and he lost the last bit of his self control. He picked her up cradling her aggressively in his arms and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently, and switching off the lights, the only illumination being the heavy thunders roaring down the black and dull skies.

PRECAP: Batao, Geet usse tumhe kaha chua?

He kissed her on the cheeks and whispered, " Yahaan?"

Geet nodded her head for a yes, her eyes tightly closed, and tears streaming down her cheeks.

Maan kissed her cheeks aggressively, sucking the flesh fervently, as if removing all traces of that vile man's touch from his Geet's skin forever. He kissed her cheeks open mouthed, inviting a small moan from her lips.

Yeah, okay, I know this part is a bit cliched, but, I couldnt help it.😃
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