PART 2
The very next day:
Handa haweli :
Daarji-Mohinder tumhe pata hai na, tumne kya karna hai?
Mohinder-Ji daarji, lekin woh abhi bahut choti hai. Agar woh apni maa se door rahe gi tou zinda nai reh payegi.
Daarji-Jab hum ne faisla karliya hai tou koi andhi toofan bhi nai badal sakta! humaray baradri mein doosri beti ki paidaish upshagun mani jaati hai aur usse 18 saal ki umar se pehle tak ghar mein rakhna khatra hota hai ghar k larko (inheritors) k liye jo khandan ka naam barhatay hain. isssi kaaran tumhari doosri behen ko humne 18 saal tak ghar se door rakha tha sirf aur sirf tumhari aur Aakash (tayaji) ki jaan ki khatir. Kya yeh choti choti baatein bhi tumhe samjahni parhein gi? He spat.
Mohinder himself was an educated man who does not believe in such rituals but he can never deny his father's order so he had no option other than to abide by him. He knew that if he denied all this, he could have get his new-born killed.
He silently agreed and went to Rano to instruct her to pack the belongings of his dear daughter who was named 'Geet' just that morning. He found Rano weeping, holding geet in her arms. Geet was fast asleep.
Rano-Kya main iss baar aap k sath Delhi jaa sakti hoon? Phir hum Geet ko Khud se dooor nahi kareinge.
Mohinder- tum janti ho yeh mumkin nai hai. Daarji nahi maaneinge. You know how he dislikes bahus' of this house to reside outside sasuraal. Tum fikar mat karo, main Geet ko kisi apne k pass rakhonga takay roz roz uski halat maloom hoti rahe.
Rano hugged geet tighter- pata nahi, kaise rahegi meri bachi paraye insanon k beech.
Mohinder was a strong man where emotions were involved. He gently sat down besides Rano, kissed Geet's forehead and said- main isko paraye insanon k beech nahi chor raha, yeh mere dost ki behen k ghar rahe gi. woh loug issi saal Hoshiarpur se Delhi shift hue hain isiliye humari beti hum jaisi hi hogi aur uska rehen sehen bhi humari tarha. ab khush hojao..
Rano felt relievd- Ji.
Few hours later Mohinder and geet left to delhi.
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Meanwhile at Khurana Mansion:
Niel Khurana- Nakul.. Maan ki three-wheeled cycle le kar ao.
The father of the pampered little 'Maan Singh Khurana' called out to his servant. The young boy was crying continiously in his stroller, So his father picked him in his arm.
Daadima- niel bete, yeh shor kya ho raha hai? Hum ek imp client se phone par baat kar rahe the.
Niel- sorry mom... woh Maan ko stroller mein nahi rehna tou isiliye maine socha ko usko cycle mein bithadoon.
Daadima took maan from his arms. She hugged him dearly and said- tou mera baby barha hogaya hai? she turned to niel and continued- waise main soch rahi thi ke aap week mein atleast 1-2 times KC ke statistics of production dept dekh liya karein. Service dept i.e Designing is going speechless. Hum asal mein trusts pe ziada dehan dena chahte hain tou PD or SD doonon ap handle karliya karein. Baki overall check tou hum karte raheinge. Just then it struck her- aap office nahi gaye?
Niel hesitated for a min and answered softly- Mom woh actually subah se praiya ki tabiyat kuch ajeeb hai. Woh bbahut low feel karai hai aur kafi sweating bhi ho rahi hai. mujhe kuch theek nahi lag rah. Woh pale bhi this isilye main office nahi gaya. socha maan aur priya k sath day spend karleta hoon.
Daadima smiled- hum priya se mil kar atay hain.
Niel- ji mom! and continued playing with maan.
After a brief moment he heard Daadima's voice- NIEL ! JALDIII !! PRIYAAA !!!
Picking maan from the cycle, he rushed towards his room where he saw the dreadful sight of his unconcious wife and failed attempts of daadima to bring her to conciousness.
HOSPITAL:
City Hospital Delhi/India.
Priya was immediately taken to the ICU. Daadima and niel waited for doctor to bring updates of priya. Maan was sleeping peacefully on VIP couch.
After a while doctor came- Sorry Mr. Khurana, we couldnt save your wife. The brain hamridge was severe. I am sorry. and he left.
Niel collapsed as soon as he heard this. Daadimaa consoled him but Niel was miles away. He silently like an idol walked over to the VIP couch, picked up Maan and said- he and i have have lost have lost the most precious part of our life. he looked at maan's innocent face- i wll never make you feel your mother's absence. itna pyaar doonga k tumhe kabhi apni maa ki kami mehsoos nahi hogi. KABHI NAHIII.
Daadimaa smiled with tears in her eyes and hugged father-son together.
Okay guys, i know and this was large and a little boring but spare me, to build the story this was needed. Next part se hold your breath, MAANEET meeting and much more đđ
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Edited by hafuuk - 13 years ago
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