No one had told her, but she knew she was no longer pregnant. She clenched a hand over the place where only hours ago she'd felt it kicking. Now all she felt were contractions'angry fists of pain deep inside where her womb had betrayed her. A nurse appeared from nowhere and soothingly gave her a glass of water. Geet heard the woman's footsteps recede and stared up at the cold fluorescent light. Nothing could soothe the despair that surrounded her like the dark clouds beyond the window. Every part of her body ached and the chill of the winter evening outside seemed to settle in her bones. Tiny flashes of heartwrenching memories came back to her...the connection she felt with her baby for the very first time, the instant all-consuming need to protect her precious baby from anyone who tried to harm her, her first ultrasound with her husband Maan by her side....
That now familiar warm sensation stroked her like a velvet glove, and she knew he was there before she looked. Propping up the doorway, big and sexy and male, just as he had the first time she'd seen him at Hoshiarpur.But this was different. They were different. Bitter-sweet pain clenched in her chest. She knew his strengths, his fears, his past, his body, just as he knew hers. She sensed a certain hesitation in him, a slight shivering in his hands when he came near her.'Maan'' She lifted her hand, watching, waiting for him to do something'anything. His hair was spiked with rain, his T-shirt rumpled as if he'd thrown on the first one he'd come across.
For a few seconds that stretched to eternity their gazes remained locked and a shared well of pain seemed to open up between them. 'You're awake.' His voice sounded tired and rusty as if he hadn't used it in a long time. Then he moved towards her as if the world dragged at his feet. 'I wanted to be here when you woke.' He shoved a hand through his wet hair. 'Dammit, I should've been here.'
'You're here now, that's all that matters.'
He put her overnight bag on the bed. 'Some comforts from home.' He stood, awkward and uncertain, as if he'd run at the least opportunity. She nodded and secretly craved for that one touch, one kiss, that understanding. Something flashed in his eyes, a primal look
"Geet..Oh God Geet"...
Metal creaked as he sat down heavily on the bed. Then he was clutching her shoulders, burying his head against her neck. He smelled of rain and sweat and an underlying hint of the cologne he'd used this morning. This morning'a world away, another lifetime away. This morning only they had cuddled in the bed and shared their dreams about the angel who was supposed to come . His big body heaved and she knew he was crying inside. A man like Maan didn't wear his emotions for the world to see, not even for his wife. Her own tears, which she'd kept dammed, fell like a silent river for both of them.
Geet - Hui Sabse Parayee
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
