Maaneet Fanfic - Part 8 Page 7 Updated!!! - Page 4

Part 8

The city was covered in darkness, there was no sign of the moon or even a single star in the dark sky. It seemed even the universe had been enveloped in the darkness that covered her life...her heart. Staring out at the darkness from the single window in her tiny room, Geet Handa felt alone today. There was no light in her life, no hope, just plain darkness. A single tear slid down her pale cheek as she thought about her past that refused to leave her present and was now clouding her future. The loud creaking of the window hedges brought her back to the present. She looked around the tiny room, which was littered in cardboard boxes. Had she made the right choice? Once again she had been forced to leave the place she called home. The place where finally she was getting the love of a family, the love of Pinky and her father, Mehta uncle.

It had been another such dark night two weeks ago when fate had dealt her another blow. There had been a storm that day, it had been raining for hours. The office had closed early and in an attempt to get away from Maan sir she had left the office in a hurry, getting drenched in the process. Finally when she got home, she was a sickly pale color, and had fainted before anyone could react. It had been Mehta uncle who had carried her to the bed and called the doctor. It was then that her past had come back to hound her, they had found out the truth. She was pregnant. The news had spread like wild-fire, people had found a new topic to gossip about. She had been forced to take a few days off from work, one of the most horrible days of her life. Women from the colony had come to meet her, they called her characterless, called her unborn child names...she shuddered remembering the things she had heard. But even after all these insults she had stayed in that house, because after she had confided in Mehta uncle and Pinky, they had given her their full support. However she had to leave when people started raising fingers at them, she knew the importance of the reputation of girl. She could never bear Pinky having to go through the things she had had to endure, and so she had left. Her pay did not allow her to get accommodation in an expensive place, and so she had ended up with this tiny one-bedroom house, if you could call it that. The walls had paint peeling of them, there was a single tiny window with broken glass panes. The neighborhood was always dark and gloomy, not like the neighborhood of Pinky's house, which was always loud and chirpy. She shivered as she heard glass break in a distance. The drunkard was back. He stayed in the flat next to hers, drank all day and muttered curses and everyone who passed.

It had been two days since she had moved here, she had made sure neither Pinky nor Mehta uncle came to leave her. Two days without proper sleep or food, were having a toll on her, how was she going to stay here? But did she have a choice...where could she go? Pinky was the only friend she had and getting help from her now was out of the question, who would help her now? suddenly his image flashed before her eyes. "Nahi", she said aloud, "Mein unse madad nahi loongi, woh...woh Maan sir hain...woh mere madad nahi karenge." but even as she said this, she knew she was lying. He would help her, he had helped her whenever she had been in trouble. He would definitely help her again. But then what was stopping her? The thought that he would find out the truth, the fear that he would not understand...but why did it matter to her, what difference would it make if he hated her after finding out the truth...She signed in resignation. These thoughts had been plaguing her for the past two days. WHy did it matter to her? Why did she keep thinking about him? Why was he the first person she thought about she needed help? And most importantly why was she avoiding him ever since they had come back from Hoshiarpur? WHat had changed?

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