Geet had come back to Hoshiarpur - her home, her land, her battle ground. She had come despite the dangers she could encounter; despite the threat to her life she had faced before and might have to face again. She had come despite him telling her not to and refused to go back with him to the safety of Delhi until she sorted everything out to her satisfaction. She had done all this, was ready to face all this, was ready to put herself through all of this ' for him.
When he had first met Geet, he had thought her to be a weakling, a woman with no backbone; one who would shed tears in the face of adversity instead of facing them; one who would have run to the men in her life in her time of need, in times of distress. A woman, who would always need the crutch of others in the face of adversity; who would always remain subdued; imbued with those qualities of dependence since her childhood. His anger towards her had stemmed from the fact that she had refused to defy her family even when they had harmed her, even gone to the extent of trying to kill her. He had been unable to digest the fact that she would still want to go back to them and had felt her actions cowardly.
He had seen her become the strong woman she was now; the one who broke all her past ties to stand up on her own; who had the strength to face her troubles rather than run and hide; who did not turn to others for help at every wrong turn of events; who stood up to him - and now, for him even when he did not need her to. She, who had tearfully, meekly borne the insults of Ms. Rathod for his sake and for the sake of his firm, his work; now faced down the same Ms. Rathod when she felt he was the one in danger. She looked like a tigress protecting her wounded mate with her furious eyes, her firm tone, that straight as an arrow pointed finger; so much the 'Hoshiarpur ki Punjaban' she always called herself; which she was, oh yes! she was.
He had called her brave last night, even before he had seen this side of her ' the one willing to risk exposure, going insofar as to instigate the villagers to intimidate Rasika; even though, it in turn would bring added danger to herself, her life. The one, who would not back down from threatening her, alarming her; all because she would have Rasika back off the lawsuit against him, to keep him out of jail.
Just like he skirted confessing his love for her, only expressing it through his actions, holding true to the adage "actions speak louder than words", so it appeared, did she, without even being aware of it. Her blazing eyes, fearless behavior, disregard for danger to herself all told him again, what she kept denying with her words.
Even in her fury against Rasika, he had been able to make her listen to him; to calm her down with a mere gesture, to make her eyes lose their ire; making him believe yet again in her feelings for him. This girl, this love of his life, also loved him back; his knight in shining jhumkhaa!!