so here it is guys, another part and last one. pls pls pls comment and do like. i think this will be my last OS. now m gonna prepare for exams, pls pray for me guys, wish me luck😉 if i will ever feel abt writing in the midnight while reading those boring books, i will for sure write but mostly i will try to control my desire for writing. that is it for now. i'm really very sorry for any kind of mistakes. kindly forgive. and do comments. coz its what keeps me goin.😃 gud night😊 sweet dream (oops!😛 sorry MAAN dreams...😉)
Two
They reached home same night, dadima was already left. They were all alone in mansion. She entered her room and did not find him. She did not even try to find him, she just sat on the bed to take rest, she thought over and over again about evening confrontation. She did not even realize when she slept. Next morning, when she woke up, she saw him getting ready for office.
'I'm staying in outhouse, dadima is not here now and I don't want to make her more tensed, that is why, I will talk with her after she come here, till then bare with me. But I will try my level best not to show my face to you. You can stay here.' With that, he left for office. She stood there motionless. She felt bad. She did not understand why she felt bad, she got what she wanted, and then why was she restless.
She tried very hard to pass entire day without any work, she prepared food, for herself only as he was not coming back home. She watched TV but it didn't help her. She missed maan, as before month, he used to be with her, he even watched movie with her which was not so maan type thing, he played with her. It was all of a sudden, it made so sense that, he tried all this just because to please her, to be with her. And then she realized that how she ruined it, how she treated him in shimla with those words, she felt a pang in her heart. As soon as she realized that she made a big mistake by saying all those cruel words to him, she ran to her room just to feel him, it was their room; each and every part of that room had memory of him. She saw their picture hanging on the wall, their wedding picture. She did not waste more time and she called him, but as usual he did not answer. She tried to call again and again but it was hopeless. She then called adi and found out that he was in meeting, and leaving in half an hour for Singapore for a conference and a business deal for two days. Her heart sank, she felt guilt overcome her sanity and she collapsed on the bed and started crying bitterly. She made a huge mistake.
Her day passed in same guilt and thought process. She did not sleep well; she was missing him much by then. It was his absence that made her realize that, she was missing a part of her life - part of her soul, she was feeling incomplete, like her existence was mere for the rest of the world, all that she want was him to come back in her arms. That was it, she gave up. She got up from the bed, went to the mirror.
'Idiot, you don't have any sense, do you? How could you do that to him? Ullu di patthi, gadhi kahi ki. What have I done babaji? Now what should do?' she talked to herself in front of mirror.
'Look Mr. Maan Singh Khurana, what have I become in your love? I'm talking with myself in mirror, at 3 am in the morning. Oh! Babaji! Do something.' She pleaded and stares at the ceiling, pretending it to be babaji's place.'
But as usual, nothing happened as miracles happen in the imaginary world, she again went back to bed and slept. Next morning, she woke up late, as she knew that, she was all alone in home, she took newspaper and saw the special jewellery collection ad for valentine month. She got confused, she never believed in this kind of day, she always thought that why there should be some specific and special day to celebrate your love, you can do it any day, anytime, anywhere. But however, this year she found this occasion a good opportunity to cover her loss and mistake. She immediately thought something and a big bright smile came to her face. She made few calls and arrange a surprise for him. Being Maan Singh Khurana, she knew he never had liked those superficial celebrations, he did not need any occasion and means to express his love, but this time, she had to do it. She had to make sure that, she can manage it with all decency. She first, got it confirmed that, he was coming that night only and then she began preparation, She made his favorite pineapple cake with his preferred Italian dishes and wore his favorite white sari with dark purple border, which he gave him as a gift for no good reason except that he was very happy that day. She choose terrace for surprise as she very well knew that, he would come here only to hide is pain from the whole world - including herself.
***
Maan was in flight, he tried to get himself extremely busy those days, but he could not forget the words - her words that pierced his heart. He was in severe distress, how could she even say that. He came back home by night. He straight away went to the outhouse, without even asking for her. But once he reached outhouse, he called one of his most trusted employee, nakul and asked for her, if she was well and most importantly he warned him, not to mention this to her. He took hot shower to calm himself down, he felt good. He could not sleep, which was very obvious. He was hurt - deeply hurt. He came by the window and stood there for a while, thinking about recent events of his life. How he lost his princess. He never cried for her, he never had time to share his grief over her little angel. All he was concerned for geet, he wore mask of unreal and fake happiness for her, and a mask of anger when he was hurt and in pain. He felt his eyes getting moist, he immediately stop thinking about it and made his way for terrace to get some fresh air.
And when he came on terrace, he was utterly surprised to see the arrangement made there. He immediately got it that it was geet's surprise. There were white soft satin curtains, which were flowing around with the cool and gentle wind, and he found the place decorated with his now, favorite white and red roses. And his favorite pineapple cake was placed on the table along with champagne bottle.
But there was something special that took maan's attention was an envelope ' a pink envelope which named - A Letter to His Princess.
He sat on the chair; he could not resist but open it. And he read it further.
Baby
I don't know whether you recognized me or not, but I'm your mother. You are not here with me now, but I can feel you. I can feel your presence everywhere. Trust me, I miss you so much. But today I want to share one story with you. The story of a damsel in distress and her knight in shining armor, It's my story - mine and his, your father's story - The most beautiful thing ever happened to me in my entire life.
He changed my almost lifeless soul into the lively and joyful one. At every point of crisis in my life, he gave me strength to fight with it, with all my efforts and pride. When I was nothing, he changed me into something. I still remember the day when I left my hometown, to save my life and more than that, my self-respect, my existence. He was the person who saved me and then, was the person to challenge me, by giving job at his work place. He created troubles at all stages for me, just to make me strong, and being able to fight with the whole world, he confronted me, he dared to do the things which I couldn't tolerate, he took risk for me, he tried to enter the 'whole little personal universe of mine'. At every step towards me and my success, my journey to get self-respect and the place that I deserve, he silently helped me, not even allowed me to discover that he was the one who was there for me in my every contradictory situation. He, by giving me challenges day to day ultimately gave me potency to perk up myself, to be independent and liberated.
I thought, I was originally a happy, lovely and sparkling girl, but that girl died years ago when she was threaten to be killed by her own brother, I cursed myself. Somehow I considered myself as unwanted, as I was rejected by my family members and then rejected by god, too. That was when he saved me, I found myself in hands of an unfamiliar person. He saved me as a stranger and left again, but I was dead, I was bleak then, but all of a sudden, I realized that it was not my life, it was not something that I dreamed about and my parents dreamed about my life, I realized that I had to move on and got myself an identity, to make my parents proud. I had to do something. I left, I left my town. I came to Delhi, got new job and found the same stranger as my boss. He found the same innocent and joyful girl in me again and nurtured her with the love and happiness, he broke the thick wall around my heart and dared to enter in it, he slowly and gradually discover my true self.
I never realized before the day when he saved me from the goons when I left late from work and he came out of nowhere to save me, he simply confirmed that day about my significance in his life. And then I realized that more than him, it was me who was unknowingly mesmerized by him; it was me who was silently praying for him to be alright. Then only, I felt the innate power within myself, to give life another chance. I was never ever allowed to love anyone, may be that is why; I was not in love with myself, too. He gave me the courage to take the risk, to find the meaning of life, he knowingly or unknowingly taught me to love, to be loved and to live for it. My life was blissful dream, sometimes I wondered whether I deserved this much love or not, or the beautiful dream that I'm living might become nightmare, and I'll be all alone again. However hard he tried, but deep down in my heart I always had that fear that I might lose him, and I got so scared even thinking about it, I could never imagine my life without him. But when we got married, my last fear on the earth was to lose him. He, with the passage of time, removed all my insecurities and fear. He simply made my life a blissful living dream and I was far happier in that dream.
Out of thousands of gifts he gave me, my most precious and beautiful gift is my own life and my own smile along with him.
I have known the fact that I love him more than anything else in the world but I have never realized the need and depth of our relation, until the dreadful event happened. When I lost you, it changed my whole life, my perspective towards it, all meanings, all questions and all theories, and most importantly towards him. Two nights before, when I said those hurtful words to him, those words which could make him break worst, those words which I can never think in my wildest dreams. But I did it. I did say those words. I blamed him for no reason. I was so blind in my grief and anger that how I could be so irresponsible and then I did not have single idea about what I said and why I said those unbearable words. I let myself free from inner fault and fury for losing you and eventually I blamed him. And now, I curse myself.
I thought I missed you more, but the fact is that, when he was gone, I missed him more than anything in this world. Yes, I feel ashamed of myself by giving this statement that I missed him, more than I missed you. Because that was the time when I realized that it was him, who made me fall in love with you, it was him who saved both of us and gave you a new birth and reason for existence. I simply forgot that, he was your father and you were and you are his princess. I was so lost and broken in my own misery that I forgot that it was not only me who lost her baby but he also lost you, his princess, the name he gave you with all pleasure and hope. I still could not forget the day when he dragged me to hospital for my first check up and then the first ever drop of tear rolled down from his cheek. The man who never cried in his life - cried for you in happiness, in admiration.
And how could I forget that, I must continue my love even if my love fails because how could I hate the heart which made me to love it.
I'm writing this letter, because I'm coward. Yes, I'm coward and I'm scared enough even to stand in front of him and ask for forgiveness. I can't face him - I can't face your father. But all I want to say is that, I'm really very sorry. Sorry is not the word that can heal the wounds that I gave him. But still, if this is how I can get rid of or reduce my burden of guilt, then let it be. If that, what ease his pain a bit then let it be.
I know you are not here, but you will be always live in our heart - in his heart as his princess.
Your mother
With that, he ran his fingers on the letter with tears rolling down his cheeks. He felt her charisma around there. But he did not move. He just sat there crying his emotions out, all that tears, regret, grief, his inner turmoil that he held back for days. Finally, he managed to let drop the mask of unreal and fake happiness, mask of fake anger he wore for sake of geet. And then he felt a soft and warm touch on his shoulder, he didn't turn around, he just sat there. She ran fingers through his dark hair and he turned around and hugged her tight from her waist, crying his heart out.
'She was my princess, damn it!' he could barely managed to say that through his tearful voice.
She did not say anything; she just hugged him tight, and let him shed more tears.
'I...' he could not say much. He sobbed.
She came forward and sat on his lap. They hugged each other, crying their heart out, burying their pain deep down in their heart, finding solace in each other arms. She felt her neck getting wet. She pulled away little and said 'I'm so sorry'' but she was cut off.
He simply denied and put his fingers on her mouth.
'You already said much. I know you can never do this; it was not your fault. You were sad and depressed. It was needed; I know my geet loves me a lot.'
And then they did not say anything, they just sat there for a while and let the atmosphere took their sorrow and make them indulge in the beauty of each other's arms, in soft cool breeze.
Later that night, on top of the world, they were found celebrating their love and loving each other with childish fights. His princess saw him with her mother, gave angelic smile and promised to rejoin them soon.
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Maddy😉
Edited by mdmsk - 14 years ago
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