ll- Maan-Geet: A Sanctity of Love -ll Chap8 Pg7 - Page 5

And there she was, standing in the same stance that he had been once. Standing by the window, he saw her looking out to something without blinking her eyes. She was searching for something. He walked near her. He thought she might hear his footsteps, but she was lost in her own world. His shaking hand patted her shoulder, "Geet" a low-pitched voice came out of his lips. She was standing there solemn, so out of life. He saw her tears roll out one after another. He felt weak inside, like he was responsible for her condition. "Geet", he called her again and her body shook like she just woke up from a bad dream. "Sameer"…she spoke abruptly. His eyes widened as she called out a name. She suddenly came back to her senses and realized what she just said. She looked at him, in his eyes. It was the first time after that incident that their eyes met. She did not want to face him again, yet they kept staring into each others' eyes for so long. "Sameer?" He said skeptically. He was about to say more when she turned around and walked a bit away from him. "Kuch mat poochna Maan", she spoke to him. He did not pay attention to anything except how comfortably she called his name, whereas she was thinking of everything except for calling out his name bluntly.

He walked close to her. "Geet, mujhse baat toa karo". He was eager now. "You have no idea what you did to me, Maan." She quickly turned. He saw into her wet eyes. "Geet, give me a chance to explain". He replied. "Nahi Maan!, explain karne ko kuch nahi bacha. I trusted you and you broke my trust. Meri sab se bari ghalti ye thi ke mainay aapse madad maangi."

"Geet, meri baat……"

"Aapke office main nokri ki aor phir…phir yahan…yahan aapke ghar tak aa gayi."

"Geet, please baat suno meri…..Geet".

"Phir jab mujhe pata chala ke aap Daadi maa ke potay hain tab bhi main yahan se nahi gayi. Aur phir……" He pulled her close and blocked her mouth. "Chup ho jao Geet!" He said it demandingly. No matter how much she tried, he always came close to her. No matter how much she fought, complained, argued; he could never stay away from her. She wanted to yell once more. She wanted to push him away and run outside. But she did not move. He slowly moved his hand away from her mouth, touching her lips with his fingers. She was looking into his eyes. She felt quivering running down her spine as his finger pores brushed against her soft lips. She closed her eyes and felt his fingers exploring the corners of her lips, then her chin, then her cheeks. She felt him cup her face into his hands and his thumbs rubbing off her tears. She lost herself into him again. She felt him breathing close to her face; her lips trembled from his warm breath. Her eyes tightly closed the moment she felt his lips on hers. He shoved his fingers into her hair and brought her closer to deepen the kiss. She suddenly broke away from the kiss and ran towards her room.

He called her, "Geet!" but she did not look back. She slammed the door shut and locked it. She burst into tears as her body slowly slipped to the floor. She pushed her fingers into her hair and hid her face between her knees. She was trying hard to stop her loud cries but she failed.

Originally posted by: scorpiangyal

Awesome, but do give us some background as to who sameer, etc is and like how Maan and Geet ended up together after she was kicked out.

She stood up as she looked around for someone but she did not find anyone. She turned to see the closed door, hoping someone might have opened it while she was sleeping. Suddenly, a thought hit her mind and she remembered, "Kapil". She quickly got her cell phone out but there were no missed calls, no messages, nothing at all. She grabbed her bag and started to walk not knowing where her next stop would be.

She was talking small, slow steps as she went back in time.

---"Geet, tum kion pareshan hoti ho. Main hoon na" Kapil held her hand lovingly trying to make her feel better. "Neha! Tum Geet se duur raha karo. Aor aaj ke baad main tumhe uss se larhta hua na dekhoon". He tried to defend her. "Geet, kuch chahyay ho toa mujhe bata diya karo. Don't keep anything in your heart please". He consoled her frequently.---

Her footsteps paused for a second. She wanted to believe that no one was around her anymore.

---"Geet, dad told me to take care of you for as long as I live. You were everything to him." He always reminded her.---

One again, her tears started to roll down her cheeks.

---Geet, just 2 weeks. I'll be back as soon as I am finished and that's my promise". He told her with a smile. She asked him not to leave but he left anyway because he had to. It was important but she did not want to understand. She cried and begged. It was the first time that he was going away from her. She could sense that something was going to go wrong but he convinced her that he will be back before she knows it.---

Her eyes stopped at a public water fountain. She walked towards it and set her bag aside. She drank and then splashed water on her face. Her finger tips touched her swollen eyes. She could feel burning sensation on her eye lids. Only then she felt that she was in pain. A few people gave her strange stares and a couple wanted to question her but she quickly walked away from there. She tried to quench her thirst but it was not enough; she was hungry too. She walked a bit further and saw a local restaurant. She felt little hesitant to walk inside as it served as truck/van stop and was mainly occupied by older men. But it was no time to stop and think. She almost forced herself inside. She walked near the front counter, covering her face with her dupatta and lowering her gaze. She knew almost everyone there had turned to look at her. She asked for whatever was available at the time and walked outside with her plate. Having simple meal like daal chawal was not new to her and so was eating by sitting on the floor. She took a spoon full and tried to gulp it down. She was hungry yet nothing would go down her throat. She was unaware of the passers-by and other traffic mostly ignoring all glares. She took one bite after another just to fill her empty stomach for the rest of the day.

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She had come down stairs to Maan's office. She took a file from the drawer and tried to indulge herself with work. Suddenly, a thought hit her mind, "Where is Maan?" She lifted her head up and looked around. He was not there. "Maybe he went to office" She thought doubtfully. She wanted to go in the kitchen to check but she stopped herself. "Why couldn't she stop thinking about him?" She heard someone scream in her ears.

Two hours passed and she kept working opening one file after another and trying to complete whatever work was left undone.

*I dream of rain. I dream of gardens in the desert sand. I wake in vain. I dream of LOVE as time runs through my hands*

*I dream of fire. Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire. And in the flames, her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire*

The sound became louder as she ran faster. Her dupatta slipped away from her neck, blowing with the wind, she pulled it away and threw it aside.

*This desert rose. Each of her veils, a secret promise*

She reached near the door and starting banging it hard. "Maaaan!" She screamed. "Maaan! Darwaza kholo!" She was screaming as loud as she could. She was hitting the door with her foot. She heard no reply in return.

*This fire burns. I realize that nothing's as it seems*

She became restless, eager, she was dying inside. "Maaan!" She was begging now. "Maan please, please darwaza kholo". For a moment, she wished she had some kind of super powers to break the door open. She did not want to see what was happening inside yet she would die if she didn't.

*I dream of rain. I lift my gaze to empty skies above*

She was crying now. She yelled his name over and over again. She was hurting herself while hitting the door with her delicate hands. She tried to loosen the lock by pushing and pulling the door. With another hard push, the door opened with a jerk.

*And as she turns. This way she moves in the logic of my all dreams*

She became numb. Her surroundings went black by the sight of what was in front of her. She felt her body going weak and loosen like she would faint any second. She knew she had to react fast but her senses stopped working.

*I dream of LOVE as time runs through my hands*

She really felt like time was running through her hands, like she would lose life any time. Suddenly, she felt a ray of current shake her body to bring her back. Her tears froze in the midst of her cheeks. She ran towards the center of the room. She circled her arms around his legs and pulled him up to loosen the grip around his neck. Her body was shaking. She was out of energy but she was still trying. She pulled a chair with her foot and set his feet on it. She stood on top of the chair leveling herself with him and started to untie the knot around his neck. His eyes were semi-closed and his body was let loose. She did not want to know if he was still breathing. "Maan" a cry escaped from her trembling lips as she untied the knot. His body fell to the ground with a thud taking her along. She tried to cover him so he wouldn't hurt himself but she failed. Nothing came out of his mouth; not a slightest scream. She was scared. "Maaan" She shook him as she called his name. Her tears were falling on him, his face, his chest. "Maan please aankhain kholo". She cried again. She gripped his shirt from his collar and torn it. She was brushing her hands around his neck, where the knot scarred him. She slipped her hands on his chest, gently yet harshly rubbing it.

*This desert flower. No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this*

She was crying louder now. She could have gone out to get some help but she did not want to leave him there. "Maaaan" she called his name as she pulled him into her arms and hugged him tightly. Her wet cheeks caressed against his chest. Her heart was beating faster than normal.

*I close my eyes. This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love*

If she'd never see him again, she wanted to die in his arms. She felt a movement under her body that opened her eyes again. She froze, and then lifted up her head to look at him. "Maan" she said it abruptly. He coughed and started to breathe heavily. She lifted his head and placed it in her lap. She rubbed her finger tips on his face, from his forehead to chin. She looked around searching for something then gently put his head back on the floor and ran towards the side table. She poured water in a glass and brought it back to him. In the same stance, she lifted his head to give him a sip of water. He responded and opened his lips partially to drink some.

*I dream of gardens in the desert sand*

He felt life in himself again. She saw him opening his eyes slowly. She felt as if she was born again. Her arms encircled his neck and she gently hugged him. "Maan kion kiya tumne aesa?" She was crying. He felt her breathing close to his face. He touched his hand with hers and held it tightly. She looked into his eyes, he was doing the same.

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continuation of chapter 8......

--The conversation about "what is next to ecstacy" is taken from the novel I talked about earlier though the scene was different--

She sat beside him on the bed. He saw anger in her eyes. He knew she wanted to ask him so many questions like the way she did twice before. He was still thinking when…….."Maan" before she said more, he interrupted her, "Main jaanta hoon tum kiya soch rahi ho"

"Kiya". She replied.

"Yaqeenan meri harkaton ke baray main soch rahi ho". He made her restless again.

"Main suicide nahi karna chahta aor na hi khud ko takleef dena chahta hoon" He answered to her restlessness calmly. "I'm searching for an answer".

"What answer", she curiously replied. He did not answer and kept looking in her eyes. She waited for him to speak. She asked again, this time demanding for an answer but he did not respond. She furiously got up and walked away, but he grabbed her hand. "Geet", she felt wanting in his voice. She did not look back at him. He stood up from the bed and walked behind her, still holding her hand. He was standing so close to her that his breaths were touching her neck. She took a deep gasp. He slipped his other hand around her waist and she closed her eyes. He pulled her close almost sticking her with his body.

"What is next to ecstasy?" He whispered softly in her ear. Her heart skipped a beat from the words she just heard. After a long pause, she replied, "Pain"

"What is next to Pain?" He whispered again. "Nothingness" She replied without a pause this time.

"What is next to Nothingness?" He asked again. It was getting harder for her to breath. She closed her eyes and answered, "Hell".

"What is next to Hell?" He caressed his fingers across her tummy as he asked her again. She felt shortage of breath. She turned around facing him and whispered. "Maan, tumhe khof nahi aata".

He looked deep in her eyes. "Kis cheez se?"

"Hell se…uss jagha se jiss ke aagay kuch nahi hota. Sab kuch uss ke peeche hi reh jata hai. Matoob aor maghzoob (charged and punished/mulzim aor mujrim) ho janay ke baad baki bachta kiya hai jissay jannay ka tumhe tajassus(curiosity) hai." He looked at her in confusion. "Geet, mujhe tumhari kuch samajh nahi aa rahi".

"Fikar nahi karo. Aik waqt ayega jab tum sab samajh jao ge. Tab tumhe khof aanay lagayga. Maut se aor hell se bhi. Tab tum kissi se nahi poocho ge ke what is next to ecstacy. She had serenity in her words. She slowly pulled herself away from his arms. "Maan, you need rest. I shall leave you alone for some time now."

He felt a strange pull towards her, something forced him to keep looking at her, keep listening to her, keep exploring her with his eyes, keep touching her with his hands. He laid back on the bed and wrapped himself in the blanket. He was feeling cold. She turned and walked towards the door. "Geet, would you turn the music on before you go?" It was his favorite song. He told her the day he tried to hurt himself for the first time and then the second time and now the third time. Whenever she heard this song, she knew something was going terribly wrong with him. He wanted to feel the height of ecstasy by touching the height of pain. He wanted to feel pain and pleasure at the same time. She finally figured out what he was searching for. Those words entranced him but she hated the sound of it. She ignored his demand and walked out of the room. He watched her silently as she vanished out of his sight.

awesome stuff Nimz 👏👏👏