She always had wanted someone who was nice, who could make her laugh, but most importantly make her dreams come true but what she got was the totally opposite. Instead, she got a husband who was ruthless, arrogant, demanding, inconsiderate and everything else that one wouldn't want as a life partner. Now she was stuck with him for life..or so it may seem.
She still had her head down with the dupatta covering her face. She looks at the direction where a stranger or her husband is sitting. She jumps when she felt his hand on her leg caressing it slowly...she moves her head up trying to see his face for any emotions through her heavily draped dupatta she frowns when she failed to see anything...
she brings her hand toward his to remove his hand. She hated his touch, his presence and his attitude but she wasn't the one to be weak around others. If there is one thing that she learned from her mother, besides cooking and all, was that to be never weak among others. She learned to held her head up high no matter what, no matter what situations life may give you. Always be strong! and that has been her motto since she could remember.
Even after her mother died, she remained strong. She didn't want to cry to insult her mom, she knew her mom would never want to see her cry and be weak. So she repressed those tears and to make herself strong. She started teaching again and using the income to provide food for herself and sometimes would even go a day or two without food to feed the hungry near the temple. Helping others made her happy and more peaceful. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't realize when Maan had shielded them from the rear view of the driver.
He pulls her toward him and takes off her dupatta, she looks to the front for the driver and all she saw was a black window. She looks back at him...he caresses her face..
"We are going to reach your new home soon...so be ready..." (Geet agreed with whatever he said knowing there is no point in arguing..its not like she can escape..for now...) "ohh and I can touch you whenever and where ever I want...don't try to stop me..." (Maan caresses her leg again, the same spot where he had touched her, before having his hand removed by her making him angry...Geet blushes a little hearing his remark...he puts the dupatta back on her...) "It is a custom that no one can see the queen before the house members...so keep your face hidden..." (Maan told Geet...to which she simply nodded again...)
Maan sat in his car as he waited for the driver to take him to his home in Hoshiyarpur. As a kid, he used to come here with his family all the time for vacations but as the years went by and as more responsibilities started to weigh on him as the oldest son, brother and the future king in charge after his parents he rarely came. Maan even forgot he had a home in Hoshiyarpur that is until his parents death.
Everyone said that he went on his dad who was a lot like him, Raj Singh Khruana. Of course, why wouldn't he be? He learned everything from his dad, how to behave, how to act and how to speak with others who were not of their "status". His mom was the opposite, she was more carring toward others and considered everyone's emotions and feelings the one thing that he lacked as his mother and grandmother puts it. Principals, power and paisa the motto for the future kings like himself which had been passed down from one generation to another. The three "P's" in which his dad believed in and now Maan.
Having born with a golden spoon spoon, he got whatever he wanted and desired. When he was five years old, he had started giving orders around to everyone. By the time he was fifteen, he had all the powers, connections that one would need. He hated when things didn't go his way and he would get whatever he desired either by hook or crook.
Everyone was beneath him, he would punish anyone who would defy him, he didn't care how much they begged. If people say no to him once then he made sure they will never say no to him again. His dad was very proud of him and Maan was very proud of himself to be able to mold himself like his role model.
By the time he was 20 all the girls threw themselves at him. Maan didn't care..he would use them for his own purpose until he was satisfied..he wasn't' the type to make any commitments with anyone. He didn't find anyone suitable enough for him. He liked having everything perfect in his life, he owned nothing but beautiful things in his life and for his wife he wanted the same.
Maan holds his parents ashes as he makes his way toward the ocean to spread them. He felt so empty without his parents around anymore. Yeah, he has his grandmother and his younger brother but his dad and mom were the only two people whom he could confide in anything. He spreads the ashes into the ocean, he watched his parents ashes flow together until they disappeared with the ocean currents. Maan went back toward his car to go to home...
As the car was driving by "oye gadhe chal ke nahi chela sakte kiya?" the driver stopped the car. Maan turned around and saw a girl covered in mud from top to bottom. He couldn't see her face not that he cared. He turned around to look at the front while the driver waited for further instructions not knowing what to do..."keep driving.."
The driver nodes, just when the driver was about to start the car. Someone slammed the window with their hand leaving a muddy hand print on the side of Maan's window. Maan looks through the tinted window at the person's audacity.
The car stops in front of Khruana mansion gate..Maan comes out of his thoughts when he heard noises in front of the house. He frowns..he hated loud noises...he puts his window down and saw band playing different tunes in front of his car. He knew that his family members would've received the news by now of him not coming alone. Everything that he does becomes a public news within seconds.
Maan loved the attention but for now it was making him angry. He made a mental note to shut down the newspaper company. He saw camera crew, newspaper reporters, pictures being clicked from all different directions to get a glimpse of him and his wife. Maan roles up the window concealing the both of them..
"Go inside the house...now!"
"But sir there are people standing in front.."
" I don't care..do whatever you have to do..." The guards came in front of the car and started pushing people to go back. Geet lifted her veil up a little to look at the commotion. She was scared...she never saw these many people in her life before. She was glad when the car went inside the gate blocking all the people at the front gate. She relaxes back in the seat until Maan held her hand which made her stiffen in response.
She heard the side door being opened and no longer felt her "husbands" presences near her. She wanted to see what was going on but didn't make any movements knowing how angry he will get. Whether she liked it or not she was not his wife and she had to follow the rules and customs as the "queen". She heard Maan call out to her...
"Geet you can get out now..." She felt him tugging on her hand slightly..she slowly moves to the seat next to her to get out smoothly without tripping or embarrassing herself. He lead her up to the stairs to the entrance of the mansion. She just kept looking down on the floor which had very expensive marbled flooring. If the floors are like this then how would the mansion look itself? She wondered...
"Dadima this is my wife..Geet..." She saw an elderly women's feet stand in front of her.. instinctively Geet bends down to take her blessings like her mom taught her to give respects to others. Geet felt hurt when she didn't get any blessings from her. The women slowly lifts her veil...She looks at the women in front of her...she was dressed in classy white sari with white pearls around her neck and matching earrings.
She had her hair tied up in a neat bun, her face aged perfectly, her eyes were filled with love but somewhere she saw pain and hurt in them as well. She stood in a way that spoke class and power. Geet looked down not knowing what to say or do.
"What family is she from?"
Maan (looks at Geet and then to his grandmother as he spoke in authoritative tone) she is poor and doesn't belong to any royal family.
"I did not expect this from you Maan...this is against in everything what our fathers and forefathers taught us...I will not accept this.."
Maan: Dadima we have another house in this same city. You can wish to stay there if you want. Geet is my wife now whether you accept it or not...
Geet looks at Maan shocked the way he spoke to the elderly women. She knew he was arrogant but today she found out that he doesn't have any respect even for his family members as well. She felt bad for the elderly lady and unknowingly tears started dropping down from Geet's eyes.
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