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Part 26
Geet is in deep sleep and Maan is still sitting next to her. Suddenly he notices a diary on the other end of the bed. he bends over the bed and picks up the diary and reads the cover page "Geet's Little World...Don't dare invade it". Maan smiles thinking about the name that Geet has given to her diary. he looks at her and asks authoritatively
Maan: don't dare invade it?...what if your husband invades it?
He keeps looking at sleeping Geet with a smile on his face.
As he is very curious to know something about her, he feels like reading few pages from her diary. then he feels that it is not fair to read someone's personal diary. so he drops the idea and puts the diary back on the bed.
But his heart tells him that she would have definitely written something about whatever happened between him and her in Delhi. so he decides to check last few pages of her diary. again he picks up the diary and opens it..
Maan: Geet! sorry for invading your little world. but i am dying to know what is bothering you.
He stretches his legs relaxingly,places a pillow behind his back and leans back and starts to flip through the pages of the diary.
He comes to latest written pages and a sentence catches his attention...
"My dear Maan"
Seeing these words, Maan's heart skips a beat. he checks the date of wrting. Yesterday's date is mentioned there.
He couldn't control himself anymore. He immediately starts to read it...
My dear Maan,
Sorry for calling you 'My dear Maan'. but i promise...this is the first and last time. i am sure neither you nor your fiancee would get a chance to read my diary.
Maan: fiancee?
He recalls what Geet said to him last night...
"what are you thinking of yourself? do you think that you can do anything with me? i am neither your wife nor your fiancee. samje hai aap?"
Maan: is Geet upset with the fiancee matter?
he continues to read the diary...
Hope this is going to be the last letter i am writing to you
Maan: (confused) has she already written some letters to me?
Right now i am travelling in a bus to Amritsar and going away from you forever.
This line pricks his heart. instantly he lifts Geet's head from the pillow and rests it on his lap and encircles her back with his arm protectively.
Maan: Geet! i will never let you go away from me
He again continues to read...
It is really dark out there and all my co-passengers are sleeping peacefully. But i couldn't. Perhaps you know the reason. So i thought to write a never-will-be-posted letter to you. i took out my diary and a pen from my bag. Then i realised that there is no light...both in the bus as well as in my life. What will i do now?...haan...my mobile phone can give some light to write the letter if not able to bring my life out of darkness. Here...i have started to write...
Maan could understand how much heart broken she would have been to write those words
Maan! don't mind about my hand writing. Normally i have a very good handwriting. But right now i am travelling in a bus which is having a hard time in negotiating with the potholes in the road. Moreover i am writing under the light of a mobile phone. And on top of all these, my mood is very bad. So you are not supposed to make fun out of my handwriting.am i clear?
Maan smiles and continues to read...
First let me tell you why i am travelling by bus. My original plan was to travel by train. So I went to the Railway station; bought an unreserved ticket and boarded the general coach of the train.
In reflex, Maan pulls Geet more close to him and hugs her protectively with his left hand and keeps reading the diary which he is holding with his right hand.
The general coach was unbelievably crowded and i couldn't find a place to sit. But seeing the blood choked plaster on my fore-head, one compassionate fellow citizen got up from his seat and offered it to me. after hesitating for few seconds, i accepted his help and sat down on the seat. After all i was totally exhausted by whatever happened since the time i came to your house.
He looks at her tired face and kisses her forehead and continues to read...
After settling myself on the seat, i was trying hard to keep my thoughts away from you. i wished that i had some Tom & Jerry clippings in my mobile to get over my pains. i will keep this in my mind when i take a long trip next time. i don't think that my next long trip will be to Delhi. it may be somewhere else to...perhaps some foreign country.
Maan: (agitated) foreign country? Was she really planning to leave me forever? Geet!
He calms down and continues to read...
Now back to the story...like this i had kept switching my thoughts between you and Tom&Jerry. Oh! here i should mention how i named you Tom Singh Khurana on the day when i met you for the first time. i guess you are the hottest Tom, the world would have ever seen. I bet if Jerry gets such a hot and handsome Tom, it will never fight with the latter. Then the history of Tom&Jerry should be rewritten. Sorry for my obsession with Tom&Jerry. Now lets get back to the story...
He smiles as he continues to read...
While waiting for the train to depart, I was wondering how i am going to spend the rest of my journey...perhaps rest of my life. Without my realisation my eyes started to search for you in the station, only to realise later that you will never come to me.
Maan: ab main aagaya hu Geet
After some time, i happened to overhear a conversation between a husband and wife. Actually the husband had come to the station to see his wife off to Amritsar. He was standing on the platform leaning on the train and was talking to his wife through the window. As it was getting late night, the wife kept insisting her husband to get back to home. But he refused to leave the station unless and until the train departs. He kept telling her how she should take care of herself and all. I even thought, finally he himself will end up in boarding the train. Really they seemed to be an affectionate couple. At that time i couldn't help myself but to think about you and me, though my mind cursed me for imagining myself with someonelse's fiancee.
Maan: uff...she is still believing that i have a fiancee. what am i going to do with this stupid girl?
Maan recalls what Geet said last night, "i am disgusting... you are making me feel guilty...i hate myself"
Maan realises what made Geet to feel so.
Maan: i am not someone else's fiancee. Main sirf tumhara hu Geet...hamesha ke liye
Now let me come to the adventurous part of the story ...
Maan's eyes widens...
The train had been given green signal and shown white flag. When there were barely few seconds left for the train's departure, suddenly a thought came to my mind. Without wasting even a second i immediately got up from my seat, picked up my bag and squeezed myself through the crowd towards the exit. By the time i reached the exit, the train had already started to move. Without giving much thought to it, I almost jumped off the moving train.
Maan takes his eyes off the diary and looks at Geet unbelievably
Maan: oh my girl! did you just jump off a running train? I can't believe this.
At the same time he is happy that she chose to get down from the train at the last moment. He couldn't imagine otherwise what would have happened to her had she went by that train. The scary scenes he saw at the accident spot of the derailed train come to his mind.
He composes himself and continues to read...
I even heard some people cursing me on my back for doing such a stupid thing. now you may wonder why i jumped off the running train. If you had guessed that i did so in order to come back to your house, then you are wrong.
Maan: Geet! this is what i call attitude. Great.
After all i don't want to create any trouble in your life.
Maan: yes! Really you are a trouble maker. No doubt in it
So now let me tell the reason by myself. In spite of knowing very well that you don't have any need to come in search of me, a part of the stupidest heart of mine, kept telling me that you may come.
He is touched by the trust she had on him
So i thought that it would be easier for you to chase a bus rather than a train. Thanks to so many bollywood movies and TV serials that i have watched.
Maan almost bursts out into laughter. but not wanting to disturb Geet's sleep, he controls himself.
In one of my favourite TV serials, the hero managed to catch a bus by simply running after it. so i thought that you may also able to catch the bus with the help of your BMW car if not with your own legs. Of course you seem to be capable of doing anything. But, expecting you to catch a superfast train with the help of your BMW is too much. hai na?
Maan: that's good! You are sounding pragmatic
That is why i attempted an adventurous jump from the moving train. I was not bad though. I swear, i didn't fell down on the platform. Thank God i was not the wearing saree anymore. As you would have noticed (i guess, you did), i changed into my salwar suit before leaving the mansion.
Maan: ofcourse i did
i think this is one of the intelligent decisions i have ever taken in my life. after all that happened at the terrace, i had the patience to get changed into a salwar and get my injured forehead plastered. Now i wonder how come i managed to be so cool. Now enough of my self appreciation...let me come back to the story...where did i left...
Maan: your plan to travel by bus
haan...my plan to travel by bus. Then i came out of the railway station and boarded a bus to Amritsar. Luckily i got a window side seat. Immediately after settling myself on the seat, you know what i did next. Oh Maan! You won't believe it...but let me tell you. i deliberately left one end of my dupatta to fly out through the window. Again thanks to my favourite TV serial. In that serial the hero managed to find his wife with the help of her dupatta that was flying out through the bus window. So i thought that you will also find me with the help of my dupatta.
Maan understands how desparetely she was expecting him to come for her.
But the very next second i had a big doubt...i wondered if it is possible for you to spot my dupatta in such darkness from a distance. I wished you had some infrared night vision in your intense eyes so that you can see my dupatta even in darkness.
Maan rolls his eyes
Maan: Geet! you and your funny imaginations
While i was lost in my thoughts about the infrared power of your eyes, i was brought back to this world by the shouting of the the sincere and caring bus conductor. He yelled at me for being so careless about my dupatta and asked me to pull my dupatta inside and keep it with myself. I hesitated to obey his order. Then the bus conductor has totally gone into Hitler avatar and again yelled at me as if i had left his uniform dress to fly out through the window. Then the poor Geet...that is me...didn't have any choice but to pull my dupatta in. then i wondered why the serialwala bus conductor didn't yell at the heroine.
Maan is having a hard time in controlling his laughter. he wonders, how come she managed to write such funny things with an heavy heart.
Uff...again sorry for the deviation. Let us come back to our matter...
Maan: wow...our matter!!!! I feel like jumping now. but since you are sleeping in my arm, i reserve the jumping for later.
So by any chance if you are searching for me, don't get mad at me for not showing you a dupatta flag. I guess you have to work a little bit extra to find me out.
This immediately cracks him up. but he again controls his laughter.
Maan: dupatta flag? Geet! you are really unbelievable
I know i am being so stupid in imagining that you will be searching for me. Why should a man who already has a fiancee run after another stupid girl...especially after she had told lot of bad things about him and hurt him to the core???.
Maan: at that situation had it been me, i would also have done the same Geet.
OMG!!! Sometimes the logical side of human brain is overpowered by the stupid imaginative side.
Maan: you are good in philosophy and zoology also
Haan! here again my logical brain tries to overpower my imagination. You have already told me that you would be happy to get rid of me.
Maan : that was a lie
moreover it is almost 3 hours since i had left your house...and right now i am more than a hundred kilometers away from you. so there is no chance for you to find me unless your BMW is fitted with a jet-engine-powered wings. Wow...what an idea!!!. Do you think that the BMW people will hire me as their Technology Consultant?
Maan: of course...they should hire you. otherwise they have no future
Ek minute...my mobile is ringing. Let me see who is it...
Maan: it is me
Haan...i am back...the call was from some unknown number. I am wondering if it is you the one who called me. i don't know what will i talk to you if it is you on the line...will i again yell at you or will i cry my heart out?. I am not sure. So not wanting to take any risk i decide not to attend the call. wait...my phone rings again...uff...the same number again. If it is you the one who is calling me, let me ask you a question? Why are you calling me when you don't want to see me again in your life?
Maan: i am sorry Geet...sorry for telling those cruel words to you
Thank God ! my mobile is not ringing anymore. Now let me get back to the story...
I told you na...we have nothing to talk about. actually it was a lie.
Maan: yes! i already knew it
here you must appreciate me for my open confession.
Maan says with a smile "congratulations!!!!"
Actually i have loads of things to talk to you...
Let us start from the day we met first...
Next time when you help someone to get married through court, please do consider the option of reading the marriage papers before singing them. being a business man you are not supposed to sign any paper without reading them especially when you already have a fiancee. other wise you will end up with so many legal wives. then there won't be much difference between you and a professional pimp. oops!!! Sorry for again using the 'P' word for you.
Maan rolls his eyes
Maan: how dare you compare me with a professional pimp?
I still couldn't forget how you got upset when i called you "Bhai Sahab". i wondered what was the big deal about it. Later it dawned on me that a hot guy like you wouldn't have had an opportunity to hear someone calling him "Bhai Sahab" unless he has a sister.
Maan: acha hua...it dawned on you...otherwise you will still keep calling me 'Bhai sahab'
One very important thing...the very same day i saw you, i lost my favourite ring. It was my parent's last gift to me. i miss that ring so much. I hope you didn't steal it. did you?
Maan: don't worry Geet i have kept it safely in our room
I loved your FM talk very much. to some extent your FM talk helped me get out of my fear that i got married to a pimp. Thanks for that. You have a bright future in the entertainment industry. So, in case if ever your construction company goes bankrupt, don't fail to consider the option of becoming a RJ. I hope you won't consider the option of becoming a pimp. After all being a RJ is much better than being a Pimp. Hope you agree with me. i am sure you will rock as RJ. My best wishes to you.
Maan: ufff...RJ, Pimp...what else?
I have a very important question to you. here goes the question, "Do pimps have six-packs?".
Maan: wah...what a question!!! Why i am not surprised?
To tell the truth it is my mamaji who keeps asking me this question. Now let me tell you why he keeps asking this. the other day when i went to meet you at the district court, i wrote a letter to my mamaji so that he will rescues me incase if you had kidnaped me. but unfortunately i have forgottern to take the letter back from his bed. when my mamaji returned from his behen's house, he found my letter and read it. though in that letter itself i had already clearly mentioned that Maan Singh Khurana is a pimp, my mamaji asked me for the pimp's name even after reading my letter. but...trust me... i didn't tell him your name at all..
Maan: did you come to the court?
In that letter i had also mentioned my indefiniteness about your six packs.
Maan: acha! You were thinking about my six-packs. You are not as innocent as you seem to be. Are you?
So from that day my mamaji keeps asking me if pimps have six packs...especially if the Maan Singh Khurana pimp has six packs. Sorry for the 'P' word again.
Maan feels like killing Geet's mamaji
My mamaji is still carrying that letter in his kurta pocket and keeps searching for you. so let me warn you in advance. If at all you come to Amritsar, especially to the district court, beware of my mamaji. better you do take some athletics training. It will help you to escape from my mamaji when he chases you.
Maan: thanks for your concern and advice
On serious note...now i wonder if you will spare a few seconds to think about me whenever you come to Amritsar. i know that i don't have a place in your life, but still my stupid heart expects for such things. I will try to get over it.
Maan: pagal ladki...if not for you then for whom else i would come to Amritsar?
(oye Maan! don't lie. have you forgotten that the previous time you came to Amrisar for Chandu? he is the one who made you and Geet, Man and wife. Have some gratitude. Bechara Chandu! still struggling to convince his fiancee Lachi in Hoshiarpur)
The other day i came to the court to meet you...of course at around 5pm. i was disappointed to know that you had already left. Then the police arreseting drug smugglers, me running behind the jeep mistaking that police had arrested you. it is a different story. Now let me tell you something. If you ask someone to meet you, you should wait a lit bit longer than the deadline you had fixed. The other person would have had some unavoidable work and have failed to meet you on time.
Maan is surprised by this revelation
Maan: I thought you didn't trust me. now let me tell you something...i did wait for you until 5pm...waise...yeh police jeep story kya hai?
Now come to your bed room's interior decorations...
Maan: (teasingly) geet! you are too fast. Now itself you have started to think about our room
The interior decorations have been done so beautifully. I loved it very much. but i have a little suggestion here. if you replace the present curtains with the Micky Mouse one, it will add more charm to your room. but don't dare to give my stupid suggestion a try. Then on the entire planet, you will end up as the sole hot guy to have a bed room with micky mouse curtains. Maan Singh Khurana and the Micky Mouse Curtains. Sounds great. Hai na?
Maan: you are being impossible
You have to ask your servants to clean your room more frequently. There were lot of dust under your bed. when i was hiding there, continuously i was feeling like sneezing. But not wanting to get caught by your dadima or your brother-in-law i controlled my urge to sneeze.
Ufff...that stupid keeps calling my mobile from an unknown number.
Maan: excuse me!!!! don't dare call your husband a stupid
Rightnow i can't let anyone to disturb us. I am not attending the call. let us continue our story...
Maan continues to read with a smile...
One more thing, you need to appoint a person exclusively to open and close your bedroom door. OMG!!! So many people are knocking at your door. first your brother-in-law, then your dadima and later me. bechara...you will get tired if you keep opening and closing the door at this rate. moreover you are wasting so much of energy to shut that stupid room door. did you get what i mean? Let me explain it to you. just remember with how much force you shut that door on my face. at that time i had to cry for both myself as well as for that poor door. I thought about knocking at the door once again. But i felt bad for that poor door and then dropped my idea to knock at it.
Maan: i am sorry Geet
Oh God...Maan...i have already started to miss you. i wish to get a call soon from you even if it is for talking about our divorce.
Maan gently careses her head
If you are unable to find a good advocate in Delhi, then do let me know. I will search for one here in Amritsar itself. because our Amritsar do have loads of good advocates. Here don't mistake that i am trying to promote my regional interests. I swear.. Amritsar really has good advocates.
You may be wondering why yesterday i asked you," why should we get a divorce?".
Well there are two reasons for that. number one...i thought that we can bribe that Marriage Officer Chopra and there by get our marriage certificate cancelled at the marriage office itself. we need not spend much for bribing the MO. He seems to love mobile games crazily. If we get him a latest mobile with lot of games loaded into it, there is every possibility that he will cancel our marriage certificate happily. Moreover it will cost much less than the cost of hiring an advocate.
Maan: you are good at economics too
Now come to reason number two...i thought that we both could agree for some sort of out of court settlement...like you and me signing an agreement promising that both will not interfere in each other's life.
At the time of asking that question, i didn't realise that i had a third reason also. now i have realised it but it is too late.
Now i understand why you opted for a legal divorce. Because you can't marry your fiancee when your legal wife is alive. Hai na?
Maan feels bad for making Geet go through such an ordeal.
Oops!!!!! My mobile battery has gone and it got switched off. now it is pitch black here. but still i got to tell you loads of things. How will i write now?...teek hai...no problem...i will keep writing. I don't want an external light to show you what i am hiding in my heart.
Maan's heart skips a beat
Now it is only you and I... no one in between...not even light. Here in Geet's Little World, neither you nor i can stop my heart from expressing whatever it wants to.
Maan tightens the hug more and keeps reading the diary...
Thank you so much for being so nice to me. when i was in your house, i heard someone telling that you are such a khadoos. Now i wonder, how come you managed to be so kind to me.
Maan smiles to himself
I have one final question that keeps stabbing my heart to bleed like anything. i know that i am being so mean to ask. but i couldn't resist myself from asking you.
here is the question...
Why do you have a fiancee?
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