CHAPTER 2
A plan to help
She burst into her bedroom and went and thumped herself on the bed. She was tired from the running and this castle was way too huge. She was new to this huge castle and usually lost her way when she tried to get somewhere alone. There was always a maid behind her to help her out. But today the maid had gone to get water for her when she heard those screams. She inwardly thanked that the maid wasn't there near her otherwise she never would have discovered that boy. She could still remember his terrified face. She felt her stomach wrung in distress and pity for that boy. He must be of the same age of hers, she thought.
He needed help…he needed help immediately was the only thought that crossed the mind of this little girl. She had grown up seeing her mother help people in need. So this was a natural instinct in her. She was very little yet she was very much matured. She had an uncanny ability of understanding people and the terrified eyes of that boy was enough for her to know that the boy wanted support…he needed care which was missing from his life from I-don't-know-how-old-is-he years…her mother would have certainly cared for him if she was here. But she was in the United States caring for thousands of homeless children. She ran an orphanage in New York. But her father didn't like social service. He was a greedy fellow. He had extreme greed for money and so he had come to India to run his family business and ruin people's lives in the process of achieving success. Her mother didn't complain as she felt no need of her husband. She had her daughter to support her. Smriti Handa's world was her 9 year old daughter Geet Handa. This little girl was already capable of understanding and solving problems of extreme magnitude. This was proven to Smriti 2 years back, which had left her completely dumfounded and amazed by her daughter's maturity.
A terrified woman ran into the orphanage clutching her infant in her hands. Smriti was taken aback by that sudden appearance but didn't fail to notice the terror reflecting in those eyes of the woman. This meant only one thing: she was in trouble. Smriti quickly approached the woman who was breathing heavily and put an arm around her to comfort her. The woman slowly came back to normal and then Smriti asked 'what happened? Why are you terrified? Any problem?'
The woman nodded and said 'my child is in great danger. He is gonna kill it. He is searching the streets like a mad man! He is gonna kill my child!' sobbed the poor American woman.
Smriti consoled 'now now, there is no need to be so frightened. We are all there to help you out. Your child will be safe. Nothing will happen to him, okay? Don't worry. Come!' and took her inside to the living room where her daughter was playing with a bunny. Geet looked up as her mother came into the living room accompanied by another woman with a child in her hands. Her face lit up as soon as she saw a baby in her arms and she immediately got up and approached her and asked 'do you mind if I have the baby for some time?'
The American was surprised but looking at the happiness that twinkled in the little one's eyes, she couldn't help but give her child to her hands. Geet took the baby in her hands and started playing with it. Smriti and the woman looked in amazement as they saw this little one taking care of another little one. They were spellbound by the innocence in her laughter as Geet tickled the baby and laughed along with it. The baby bonded with Geet so well. It didn't even cry or cringe. All were lost in their own world when a crash brought them back. They looked around to see a huge man standing at the door, clutching a broken wine bottle in his hands and looking murderous.
The American woman shrank back in fear and whispered 'he is the ONE!' Smriti realized the inescapable position they were in. She mentally cursed herself for not bolting the door and this man looked like he meant business. She gasped as he growled and realized that her daughter, her precious daughter was also in the same room. The man was looking at her daughter with a deadly glare. Smriti couldn't think straight. She wanted to block her daughter from the evil's eye but her legs seemed lead as she was frozen on the spot. Her eyes widened in terror as she saw the man slowly approaching her daughter, clutching the wine bottle in position. The American woman too had frozen on spot and she was trying to think of a way to get out of trouble.
Geet looked at the man approaching her. She glanced at her mother and realized that something was wrong. Then her eyes darted towards the broken wine bottle in his hands and the position in which he held it: the ready to strike position. She knew she had to escape; otherwise, this man would surely hurt her and the baby in her arms. The baby wasn't her family. So she had to take double care of him. This was what her mother had said to her when she had asked her why do you care for those babies so much. Her little brain analyzed the situation and the surroundings and she closed her eyes before she ducked down when the man struck the bottle at her. She could hear her mother scream in horror. She had to do something. She opened her eyes and snuck out to the opposite side through the spread legs of the man and then got up and kicked him hard on his backside that caused him to fall to the floor and the bottle escaped from his hands and shattered completely on the floor. Before the man could get up, Geet picked up a huge Spanish dictionary and hit him hard on his head, causing him to feel stars over his head. His eyes blurred and his head spun in circles. His brain had become hazy. Geet stared at him 'YOU!!! You come to harm us! When Geet is there you can't harm anyone! Got it!' and kicked him on legs before picking up the telephone and dialing the hotline number. She dialed every single number by voicing it loudly and informed the cops. In moments, the cops came to the orphanage and picked up the over drunk man and scuttled away muttering a thank you. As soon as they were gone, Smriti ran and picked up her child in her arms and exclaimed 'my princess…tumne sab kuch akele sambhal liya??? Oh!'
To which Geet enthusiastically responded 'main hoon na mumma…jab Geet hai toh koi darr nahi!' and flashed her cute smile.
Geet was still thinking about the little kid. He needed help and she would help him no matter how difficult that seemed. She thought of a plan and quickly went to her father's room. On seeing his daughter at the door, Mohan smiled and asked her to come in. she walked into the room and sat on her father's lap. She looked at him and said 'bauji…I want to see this palace…it is very beautiful so I want to explore it.'
Mohan thought for a while. He didn't see any danger in this request of his daughter. So he ruffled her hair and said 'of course baby! You can definitely explore…so when do you wanna do it?'
'Tomorrow morning…now I am sleepy.'
'Okay! You can go! But make sure you don't wander off alone…I will ask Savitha to be there with you. The keys to upstairs are in this cabinet. She will help you…alright?'
Geet smiled as she realized her plan was successful. She knew her father was a dunderhead and it wouldn't be really difficult to fool him. She nodded cutely and said 'okay bauji! Tomorrow morning I will go and explore the castle. It will be fun…' and scooted off him and ray away muttering a vague good night to him. She grinned hugely as she ran back to her room and closed the door. She now had crossed one hurdle and she promised herself that she would do anything to help that little boy and went to bed and fell asleep holding her teddy.
PRECAP:
My bauji's weakness is me… she thought as she grinned. Her mother had filled her in with everything before she came here. Even though Mohan Handa was a cruel man, he could never tell no to his daughter because a damn soothsayer had predicted that his daughter was very lucky to him. Poor him!
Okay, so how was the update? Gives a fair idea about Geet, I guess. The italics are the flashbacks. Again a foundation update. Please don't get annoyed. One request: don't forget to comment. This particular fan fiction is very hard to write. I hope you guys will give your warm words of appreciation and motivate me to write more and more.
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