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PART 9
Maan's hand was suspended in mid air and his face was the territory of shock!
He rubbed his eyes and looked again. My God!!! He wasn't hallucinating...Geet was actually driving the bus!!!
"Geet....." he yelled and tried to move forward on the bonnet.
His leg slipped and he fell crashing onto the ground. Geet muttered " The fall of the mighty!!!"
"Arre...Tum Bus roko...behcara gir bhi gaya" Baloo looked at Maan with pity.
"Nahi jee....yeh koi bechaara vechaara nahi hain...Yes duniya ka sabse bada Shaitaan hain....Iski madad karna Bhagawaan ke khilaaf jaana hain!" She continued the bus past him.
Maan saw the bus going past him and yelled..." Geet ruko!" He jumped up and ran trying to match the pace of the bus.
Geet drove it faster seeing him run behind. "He deserves it.....Ghamandee Kahin ka..."
Maan screamed..."Geet itni filmy mat bano....na main bus pe jump kar sakta hoon....na uske aagey jaa ke khaada ho sakta hoon! Stop the damn bus Geet!"
Geet put her head out of the window and mocked..."Rok sako toh roklo Sadoo....Main rukne waali nahin hoon..."
Maan let his legs carry him faster...thanking Air Force for the strenuous training they had been subjected too. He closed his eyes prayed for a second and took a jump that hoisted him just outside the window of Geet's seat.
"Dekho Geet...Please Baat suno. Main tumhe wapas lene hi aaya hoon. I was being mindless and selfish. I am really sorry..." he gasped.
" Tum Bollywood join kyun nahi kar lete....Million dollar stuntman banoge.....magar gentleman....million years mein bhi nahi ban sakte." She accelerated the bus.
"Arre toh yehi hain woh...'Khoon choosne waala praani' jiske baare mein tumne baat ki..." Baloo grinned.
Maan's expression crumpled with a scowl.
"Toh Main tumhare liye Khoon choosta hua Praani hoon???" he asked her clinging onto the window hard.
"Nahi main Vampires ko itni badi insult nahi de sakti..." Geet smartly quipped back.
"Dekho Geet main tumse ladhne nahi aaya hoon...Main tumhe wapas lene aaya hoon....Please mere saath chalo..." he said looked at her helplessly.
"Ek minute...phirse kaho..." she looked at him mockingly.
Maan hands got sweaty and his legs felt weak "Please mere saath wapas chalo Geet...."
"Itni aasani se...kabhi nahi..." she playfully responded.
"Dekho main salute bhi karne ke liye tayaar hoon " he desperately tried remembering the previous episode where she had forced him to salute her for an apology.
"Salute nahi chahiye.......Agar tum mujhse ek competition mein jeet jaoge toh main chup chaap tumhare saath Delhi wapas chaloongi..." Her eye twinkled mischievously.
Maan knitted his eyebrows in concern..."Kaisa competition? Jaldi karo Geet...mera haath choot raha hain"
"Oh very simple....Aur Baloo ji yahaan judge karenge ki kaun winner hain."
Baloo gave his nod to Geet. His eyes were cringed at the corners indictaing his laughter. He had never seen such a sight in all his years of driving from Delhi to Abohar. A girl driving a bus....and a guy hanging outside the window.
"Theek hain magar play fair!!!" Maan spoke rapidly. The chilly air was biting through his skin.
"Competition yeh hain ki kaun sabse zyaada gaali de sakta hain ek saans mein..." Geet finished.
"Kya??? yeh kaisa competition hain?" Maan frowned.
"Kyun Mogambo...darr gaye? Ab bhi waqt hain....phut lo yahaan se...warna baad mein sharam ke maare marjaoge ki...ek ladki se haar gaye!"
"Air Force mein maine darr kar bhag jaana nahi seekha hain....tum shuru karo.." he threw at her.
Geet looked at Baloo and smiled..."Ji zaraa theek se sun na...."
She took a deep breath and began....like a recorded tape...
"Badir, Buzdil, Badmeezaaz, Behuda, lucche, lafange, zaleel, gira hua, Nakchada, Bakland,Haraam Zaada, Sadoo, Akdroo, Jaanvar,Ullu, Kutta, Kamina, Suwar ka baccha, Khota, Ghamandee, Kutte ki jat, Saala, Bhains, Batameez, Badimag, Khadoos, Shaana, Dharti ka bojh, Muh mein keede pade....."
Baloo's eyes popped out in amazement and Maan's eyes darkened with censure.
It felt as thought every word war purposefully aimed at him.
She stopped.....glowered at Maan giving a look..."beat that!"
Maan glowered at Geet and closed his eyes shut mustering all the bad words he had heard. His ears were buzzing with the whispers of the wind...and his legs felt numb.
"Idiot, blockhead, bonehead, dimwit, dork, dumbbell, dunce, fool, ignoramus, imbecile, jerk, kook, moron, muttonhead, nincompoop, ninny, nitwit, out to lunch, pinhead, stupid, tomfool, twit , dolt, jackass,
airhead, chump, clodpate, dodo, dope, dumdum, dunce, fool, goon, lamebrain, lunkhead, meathead, yo-yo, ass , birdbrain, buffoon, donkey, dullard, dunderhead, goof, goof ball, half-wit, jerk, knucklehead, lightweight, nerd, numskull, oaf, pinhead, scatterbrain, schnook, twit , ass , bore, clod, clown, dumb ox, fathead, goose, loon, schlemiel, silly, stooge, sucker, turkey, twerp, twit, victim, bedlamite, bigot, crackpot, crank, dement, eccentric, fanatic, fiend, freak, harebrain, loony, lunatic, maniac, non compos mentis, screwball, cranky , loser, whacko, arrogant, big-head, bombastic, cocky, conceited, crowing, egotistic, hifalutin, know-it-all, loudmouth, pompous, smart-alecky, snooty, stuck-up, swanky, swollen-headed, vainglorious, windbag , immodest, narcissistic, phony, rascal, scoundrel and GEORGE BUSH! "
"Tum gaaliyan de rahe the ya gaana gaa rahe ho?" Geet hoisted one eyebrow.
"Waise toh desi gaaliyan ka swaad hi kuch aur hain...magar yeh bhaisaab jeet te hain kyunki inhone zyaada gaaliyan di ek saans mein!!!" Baloo fairly judged.
Geet made face at him and looked at Baloo..." Arre magar maine toh zyaada dhamakedaar gaaliyan di!!!"
"Yeh cheating hain Geet...tumne toh sirf yeh kaha tha ki jo zyaada gaaliyan dega...dhamakedaar ya plain ka sawaal hi nahin uthta... Ab toh bus roko" Maan insisted.
"Kudi.....launda theek keh raha hain....Tumhe iske saath jaana chahiye...." he smiled and reached for the wheel. He pushed Geet's ahnd off and took charge.
Maan lurched forward and pulled the door open. Geet didn't know what was happening....In a moment she felt herself being flung off the bus....with Maan's hands securely around her.
They fell on the ground and rolled...one on top of the other. Geet buried her face in Maan's chest to shut out what was happening. A grave mistake...cause his rich smell and the security of his arms round her were intoxicating. She was mindless about the fact that he had just pulled her off a moving bus!!!!
This felt just like her dream...his arms felt at home. His touch ....magical. They stopped rolling finally...she was on top of him and she could feel her entire weight on him. She thanked that her face was hidden in his chest...the flushed color that had sprung to her cheeks would have been quite embarassing.
Baloo stopped the bus and threw Geet's baggage out screaming " Kudiye...agar isne phirse tujhe naukari se nikaal si toh mere paas chale aana...tu ekdum first class bus driver banegi..."
Maan looked at Baloo with a smile.
Baloo started the bus and drove off leaving them in cloud of dust.
"Tum theek ho?" Maan gently asked her running his hand over her hair. Geet lifted her face slowly....unable to react. His arms were still wrapped around her and they were lying on the road.
"Tum hum dono ko marwa sakte the!" she let out.
He released her and she stood up too fast. His proximity was dizzying. Maan did the same and now they stood there facing each other...ready to fire again.
"I am sorry....Magar tum bus rokne ka naam hi nahin le rahi thi. Isilye....karna pada..."
"Tum kyun aaye ho?" she rested her hands on her hips.
"Main selfish ho gaya aur sirf apne hardwork ke baare mein soch raha tha...Mujhe bahut ghussa aaya ki tumne Vivaan ko ko woh CD phenkne diya...Magar sahi mein toh tumhari galti nahi thi....I am truly sorry. Tum kaam bahut aache se karti ho....aur haan woh 'Shutter island' dikhane ka idea ekdum novel tha....Mere saath wapas chalo Geet...." His countenance was suffused with genuineness.
The unfathomable depth in his eyes tugged at the strings of Geet's heart hard. She found herself saying..."It's alright....Galtiyaan sabse hoti hain."
"Toh tum mere saath...Delhi wapas chalogi?" His voice was laced with hope.
"Tum shayad bhool rahe ho ki tumahara gaadi kharaab hain..."
"Tum ho na ...driver sahibaa usse theek karne ke liye" he smiled at her.
"Theek hain theek hain...chalo..." she said with authority. She picked up her bag and threw it at him.
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"Ab try karo..." Geet shouted.
Maan turned the key and the engine sparng to life. He yelled back..." Ab chalo jaldi..."
Geet dusted her hands and closed the bonnet. Her baggage had already been loaded. She opened the door of the car and flung herself on its padded seat.
"Chalo...we will take turns to drive okay. Tum jab thak jaoge mujhe keh dena...I'll take over" Geet offered.
"Yeh lo..." he handed her a flask and a hanky.
She wiped her face with the hanky and squinted at the flask.
"Yeh kya hain?" she asked him.
"Horlicks..." he informed her.
She uncapped the flask and found the smell of Horclicks tantalizing her nose.
"Tum mere liye laye the?" she asked him surprised.
"Mere horlicks peene ke din kab ka khatam ho chuke hain.....Haan yeh tumhare liye laya tha"
She smiled and took two gulps of the steaming liquid. She was touched by the fact that he had bothered to get a flask of her drink with him.
Maan saw the smile on her face...When she wasn't busy being a theekhi mirchi she looked lovely. Her smile was especially captivating.
"Thanks...." she turned to catch him looking at her.
He gave a casual nod.
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Geet and Maan exited the restaurant after having their lunch. The journey was long and both of them decide to have their meal before they went further.
"Aur kitne ghante baaki hain?" Maan asked Geet.
It had been a nothing short was complete astonishment to Maan that throughout the journey till now she had not exchanged a single sarcastic or rude word with him. Horlicks always seemed to have a positive effect on her.
"Do ghante...tum gaadi kaafi acche chalate ho " she complimented.
Maan smiled..."High Praise...coming from you."
"I am not miserly in appreciation"
They both were walking back to the car. Their constant fights had become a sweet past temporarily at least.
Their steps halted upon hearing a loud and clear whistle....Geet swung her gaze around and Maan did the same.
A rustic fellow was standing opposite their car with a cheap grin plastered across his face. He looked straight at Geet and whistled yet again.
"Oye ....kya mast dikh rahi ho...Chod de uss munde ko aur mere saath chal...Jannat dikhunga tujhe" he leered.
Geet took a step forward but Maan held her wrist. She looked at him.
"Avoid him..." he suggested seriously.
"Ek minute..." she reassured him and walked upto the fellow. Maan followed her abusing her sensibility heartily in his mind.
"Bhaiyya...apne mere ko seeti mari?" she asked him.
"Nahi toh kya is khote ko maarta?" he laughed looking at Maan.
Maan controlled his temper. He hated getting into fights. He wanted to pull Geet away fromt he scene.....but she was determined to stay on.
"Bhaiyya " she stressed. "Zara mujhe bhi sikhao na....Seeti marna...Kya hain na...main iss khote ko seeti marna chahti hoon!" she requested the guy.
Maan couldn't believe his ears. This girl was freaking crazy...She was requesting that lewd monster to teach her to whistle.
The guy lost his zeal and made a face at her and walked off. Geet laughed and turned to face Maan who was still trying to digest the way Geet had driven off the guy.
"Tum pagal ho..." he breathed.
"Tumse kam..." she tinkled and went to sit in the car in the driver's seat.
Maan got in beside her and fastened his seatbelt.
"Music?" he asked her.
"Tumhari gaadi hain...music lagao ya bomb...mujhse kyun pooch rahe ho?" she joked.
Maan smiled and punched the buttons. Geet hand one hand on the wheel and with the other hand she undid her plait.
"Kuch zyaada dhool andar chala gaya hoga...." she muttered. Her hair fell framing her face and she brushed through it with her fingers. Maan reached forward and tucked her hair behind her ear.
Geet felt his fingertips graze her cheek and push her hair behind. It crashed her whole system within...such a simple act.
"Geet.....yeh Mogambo hain...tera Edward Cullen nahi" she warned herself.
Music cascaded into the car.
Kissa tera, teri daastan,
Chehra tera khud kare bayan,
Kisi se pyaar tujhe ho gaya,
Tu maan jaa,
Haan maan jaa…
Kahin naa laage mann,
Kya hai yeh sunapan,
Ahaa..ahaaa..
Mujhe tum bata do,
Koi to wajah do,
Ahaa…ahaaa..
Har ghadi ab khayalon mein,
Keh raha hai koi,
Har ghadi mere khwabon mein,
Aa raha hai koi..
Is this love?
Maine naa jaana
Ahhaa..
Is this love?
Tu hi bata naa
Ahhaa..
Tune chuna ishq ka raasta,
Hum safar iss safar mein dudhta hai tu,
Haan baat yeh maan bhi le zara,
Tut kar ab kisi ko chahta hai tu,
Raat din meri needon mein,
Jag raha hai kio
Raat din meri aankhon mein,
Bass raha hai koi
Is this love?
Maine naa jaana..
Ahhaa..
Is this love?
Tu hi bata naa
Ahhaa..
I need you,
You need me,
You are with me
Is this feeling of love?
Inside our hearts..
Tune tera dil kisi ko diya,
Baat yeh sach hai gar tu maan le isse,
Dil ka sukun tune hi kho diya,
Ab haqeeqat hai yeh tu jaane le isse,
Aajkal meri chahon mein,
Dhal raha hai koi,
Aajkal meri saason mein,
Chal raha hai koi..
Is this love?
Maine naa jaana..
Ahhaa..
Is this love?
Tu hi bata naa
Ahhaa..
Kahi naa lage mann,
Kya hai yeh sunapan,
Ahaa..ahaaa..
Har ghadi ab khayalon mein,
Keh raha hai koi,
Har ghadi mere khwabon mein,
Aa raha hai koi..
Is this love?
Maine naa jaana
Ahhaa..
Is this love?
Tu hi bata naa
Ahhaa..
Geet kept looking outside the window uncomfortably. That song was straining her already stretched nerves. She couldn't tolerate it anymore.
" Err...Music band kar saktein ho? Mood nahi hain..." she politely asked him.
Maan wrinkled his forehead and shrugged his shoulders emphasizing...." Theek hain...I didn't know you have allergy to music."
"Nahin waisa kuch nahin...just ab mood nahi hain. Aur waise bhi ab yeh log bakwaas gaane air kar rahe hain...."
"Bakwaas gaana?...I love this song! It is amazing....Haan haan...Pata hain tumhara favorite Enrique hain....magar desi music rocks....just like how desi gaalis rock!" Maan smiled teasingly.
"Woh toh sirf beginners the..." Geet turned red.
"Beginners?!?!?!?!......Hey bhagawan thank god Main course se baccha liya!"
Love
Pallo
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