"Sirf ek raat ke liya...ek raat tumhare pass nehi tha...itne sawal...Aur jo tum khud...hamesha ke liya mujh se door ja rahi thi...uska kya khethi...javab doh."
Maan stared intensely at Geet waiting for an answer, his whispered words still ringing between them. Geet stared into his eyes trembling trying but unable to reply. His eyes pinned her to the wall refusing to let her go and she trembled from all the emotions that were coursing through her veins. All the stress from the previous few days: the emotional heart ache, Dadima's sudden decline in health, the search for a bride suddenly hit her full on. Upset and emotionally hay wired she did what she usually did when it came to Maan, and started snapping insults at him. "Kuttah! Kamina! Haramkhor!"
Maan blinked in surprise at her sudden change in moods before grunting in surprise as he was suddenly thrown off balance; Geet had thrown her arms around his neck and buried her face into his chest still mumbling insults. Maan froze, stunned to find her once more in his arms, this time deliberately. Slowly he let the tension seep out of his body and allowed himself the liberty to wrap his arms around this girl who had haunted his thoughts every moment since he had walked away from her. God but he'd missed her.
Geet began to sob as she felt Maan's arms tighten around her and clung to him desperately. "Sirf ek raat ke liya...ek raat tumhare pass nehi tha...itne sawal." She moaned in grief clutching at his shirt now as if to never let him leave again. His words echoed through her head and she only clung tighter at the misery that being away from him had brought. "Aur jo tum khud...hamesha ke liya mujh se door ja rahi thi..." The words had shaken her badly. How was she to survive away from him if one day apart from him had been pure misery? How was she to continue on with life without even the slightest chance of even seeing him? "Hamesha ke liya...'" Her breathing quickened in fear and she gulped in air still pressed as tightly as possible against Maan. He was here now. Everything would be fine. He would fix everything. Dadima would get better. He was fine. She tried to concentrate on the feel of his hands rubbing soothing circles against her back; breathe in the scent of his heady cologne; memorize the way it felt to be completely wrapped in his arms, the comforting pressure of his head resting against hers. Slowly her sobs subsided and she grew calm relishing in the peace that she had finally found. This was where she belonged; this was home; in Maan's arms. In Maan's arms...
Geet froze in horror as the realization struck her. She was in Maan's arms! With a sudden gasp she pulled away. He stared at her in surprise his arms falling woodenly to his side. "Geet?" His murmur brought her out of her shell shock and she stammered out an excuse about needing to visit Dadima before taking off. Maan didn't move as he continued to stare after her with an expressionless face. "Sirf ek raat main tumse dur raha aur tumhari ye halat hai. Toh phir humesha ke liye jo mujh se door jana chahti ho, uska kya karogi, Geet?"
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