SURROGATE RELATIONS # 6 NOTE on page 130 - Page 34

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42. Seeking Solace

He should have given her more time...he should have anticipated this...but his Geet had responded to his desire with such passion that he forgot everything but their need to loose themselves in each other. Now he had brought back the fear in their relationship...the pain and insecurity in her.

No tai chi could help him get over those haunted eyes , the panic in them...nor could he forget the self loath that colored her voice when she apologized. The memory slowed his reflexes, making the punch bag hit him as it swung back after his angry hit on it. the pain that reverberated thru his shoulder was nothing compared to the anguish he shared with a guilt ridden face that sought the sound of running water to cover her sobs. He understood her need for space and had given it to her, removing himself from the room to seek an elusive calmness thru tai chi. But how could he be calm when he could guess what she must be going thru. With the fear of the past he could sense the guilt and shame that radiated from her. He had wanted to comfort her, yet had understood his nearness may add to her anguish. He just hoped she would be ready to accept his words of comfort by now.

He found her sleeping on the couch. Her tear stained face and occasional shudders in her breath gave the proof that she was still distraught. But why was she sleeping on the couch? Did she really think that he would let her...that he would sleep on the bed when his wife and child were uncomfortable...did one wrong move from him put such a distance between them that she couldn't bear to be near him? No, she will sleep were she was meant to ... his bed. He bent down to scoop her up in his arms to carry her to the bed. Then he noticed his discarded shirt tucked under her. Her hand fisted on the shirt and her face pressed on it as if seeking his comfort. His heart ached with the tenderness he felt.

She stirred when he placed her on the bed and whimpered, " I'm sorry...don't hate me..."

He cupped her face to tilt it towards him. but her eyes were dazed as if she was half asleep. "Hate you? never!" He touched his lips to hers. " I love you... Mishty..." he said softly.

"Mishty..." she whispered puzzled as he gathered her close and closed her eyes with a kiss on each eyelid. "Shhh...sleep now." He soothed his hand down her hair and rocked her gently.

She woke up in the circle of his arms...secure, loved and cherished. Touching his face gently she thanked Babaji for His gift of Maan and their child. She touched her stomach. She couldn't even hate herself...because of their child. Because hating herself would mean hating this child who was a part of her...their baby who was the hope and dream of many, who was loved beyond limits even before he was born. And she loved his Papa ..with the same intensity. His hold on her tightened as if he could sense her thought. She stretched up to kiss him, but stopped before her lips made contact. What good was her love? Even loving him with the depth of her being she couldn't be his mate...even knowing his love for her, even feeling that love in each of his kiss and caress, she couldn't break away from her past. She couldn't overcome her fear, the panic over the memory of the past pain and disgrace. She gingerly removed his arms from around her. She didn't want to taint what they shared with those horrible memories. Her breath caught in a sob and she moved away from the bed. Yet she did it unknowingly...she had let her past come between them...she had wanted to belong to Maan, body and soul, to be his wife in every sense. Tears started to flow...she had failed Maan by remembering...when there could never be any comparison...she had failed their love...

She moved to stand before her Babaji...how could You let this happen? After giving me a vision of Heaven how could You make me destroy it. She had sullied their beautiful relation... she had broken it with her failing...she wanted everything perfect for her Maan...the perfect life that he deserved...if she couldn't have a life with him then she could never have another... only Babaji could show her a way...

He found her message saying that she was going to the dargah and decided to bring her home himself. What better place to convince her that he would love her till the end of his life than in the presence of holiness. He wanted his wife back, the one who was sweet and naughty. The one who had learned to be confident in his presence... who didn't doubt her value in his life. He would reassure her that there would be no life for him beyond her, never another whom he could love more. He wanted his Mishty back with him.

An hour later...

Maan couldn't find Geet in the dargah. Nobody seemed to have noticed a pregnant lady of Geet's description in the dargah. Her mobile was switched off. The car that took Geet to the temple was also missing... His Geet had vanished into thin air...

PART 43 on PG 78

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