Tum Se Hi (MG) #2 (last part/Epi @pg 71) 15th July - Page 34

Originally posted by: punam2712

BOTH LOVE EACH OTHER, BUT ARE A BUNDLE OF NERVES

GEET IS THINKING TOO MUCH AND TRYING TO BE PRACTICAL

SHE IS FEELING INSECURE AND SCARED AND MAAN NEEDS TO HANDLE HER PROPERLY

Originally posted by: Ash1991

lvd the update...

Originally posted by: karna91

waitng for the next part.

THIRTY SEVEN

He rolled his eyes upward.

"That was a disaster," he said shaking his head.

Pulling his hands free of his pockets, he rubbed his temple.

"Okay," he said crossing his arms loosely over his chest. "I'm in my 'gentle' mode. Geet do you believe that I love you with all my heart?"

"Yes," she said softly.

"Oh. Well, that's good, great." He paused. "Look, it's so important that you come to terms with your past, deal with it, then put it away. It's the only way you deserve to have."

"I realize that, but--"

"You do? That's fantastic." He stepped forward and sat down next to her, shifting on the sofa so he could face her. "That's wonderful Geet."

"No, you're misinterpreting what I'm-- "

"Chup, bilkul chup," he interrupted, raising his finger to her lips. "Let me say it all before I mess it up." He covered her hands with his. "I love you Geet. There's nothing to be afraid of by admitting that you love me. With you being the better half of everything we have shared. We've grown together, learned so much, put solid bricks into place as the foundation of our relationship."

"But--"

"Shh." He gave a quick kiss on the lips. "We can have it all, together, if you'll look forward instead of backward. Because TUM SE HI maine love, compromises me believe karna sikha hai. I've come to believe that a fulfilling two-career marriage is possible."

"Geet, we'll have a home'not just a house, but a home filled with love and sound of our children's laughter. I won't put in such long hours or bring work home, and your career isn't a stumbling block, so--"

"Stop." She slipped her hands free of his and raised them, palms out. "Whoa. Why isn't my career a stumbling block?" she crossed her arms on her chest.

Maan frowned, confusion evident on his face.

"It's very simple," he said, with a shrug. "I respect what you do more that I can even tell you. That's important, you know, that a husband and wife respect each other's work. I don't feel threatened by your success, or by your ability to support yourself on a financial level."

"And?"

"And what?"

"Maan, my novels don't write themselves. It takes me months to complete a book."

"Oh, that."

Geet narrowed her eyes. "Meaning?"

"Well, what's the problem? It's been obvious to me from the day I met you that you have a healthy balance in your life of work and leisure time."

"You needed a vacation, so you took one. You're a professional, who's organized, intelligent, the whole nine yards. I can't imagine you having any difficulty revamping your writing schedule to include home, husband and kids."

"I'd do my share, you know, be right in there helping. I could hold down the fort if you went on an autographing tour, or whatever. Your writing wouldn't get in the way of anything."

Geet jumped to her feet, and Maan jerked in surprise.

"Get in the way?" she shrieked, her hands curled into fists at her sides.

"What are you getting stressed-out about? All I am trying to do is show you that I've changed my opinion on two-career marriages, and it's possible for us to have a wonderful life together. We'll iron out the small details and go for it. There's nothing standing in our way, Geet."

Emotions slammed against Geet's mind in a brutal attack, causing a momentary wave of dizziness to sweep over her.

The fears born of past pain were there,as well as the aching chill of knowing she was in love with Maan but had no room for him in her life.

And anger. Oh, the fury, the rage. Maan Singh Khurana, she fumed, was dismissing her career as incidental, something that could be worked in around the edges, something that wouldn't get in the way of anything.

"Geet?" Maan said. "What's going on, here? You look mad as hell, but I sure don't understand why."

"You don't understand anything," she said, none too quietly. "You've had your say, Maan Singh Khurana, and now I'll have mine, so listen up. Maybe, just maybe, I could have put the past behind me in regard to the pain I suffered in my marriage. But there's no point in dwelling on that 'maybe', because it's not the major issure here."

"It isn't?"

"It sure as hell isn't."

"You are mad as hell. What did I do? What did I say wrong to set you off?"

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