Part 4
Note: This is the last part where we will be talking in
first person..from next part we focus on the story.
I went back to my room dejected and worn out. I wish I was
physically tired but this was not the case. I was torn out morally and
emotionally. I had not only hurt the woman I loved most but also given her pain
that she could never forget.
I stood there staring into nothingness for a long time, or
short time. I don't know every second without her seemed like eons to me. I had
never felt so helpless before except once when geet had said "Maan mujhe mera
baby la do.." Tht was one moment where I wished I could stop the time and given
her wht she wants. But today I wished time could go back and I could take back
the words I had spoken to her without a thought.
I heard a knock on the door without even looking back I just
ordered them to come in wiping way the tears that had formed in my eyes.
When I heard no one speak I looked around to see the
watchman of the house standing there. I expected him to say something but all
he did was pull out a piece of paper from his pocket and hold it in front of
me.
I looked at him confused, "saab memsaab ne diya tha.."
I still didn't understand what he meant by that. Memsaab whom was he referring to. He had
always called dadi as badi memsaab and annie as choti memsaab..only GEET had
earned that tag of memsaab..but how could.. all my rational thinking couldn't
give me an answer.
I asked him "matlab?"
"Geet memsaab.." that was all he said and I grabbed the paper from his
hand ,asking him to leave the room
closing the door behind him.
I sat down at the study table and opened the paper hoping to
find a note from her telling me where she was going. Though my brain knew that
she would never do that but I could hope, couldn't I?
I opened the paper only to find the Mangalsutra inside. It
was her's. Her possession, it was the last thread that bound me to her and she
had sent that also back to me.
I remembered the time when I had tied it around her neck,
the way she would hold on to it when she was tensed, the way she would proudly
adjust it each morning in front of the mirror, the way she would always tell me
that it was the most precious gift that I had given her.
I still remember the day I had asked her why was it so
precious to her. Her reply had left me in deep awe for her and made me fall in
love with her all over again.
"Maan yeh kya hai.." she asked pointing to the mangalsutra.
I answered simply," Mangalsutra,"
Aur yeh ek ladki kyun pehnti hai..
"Kyunki yeh uske shaadi shuda honi ki nishaani hai.."
"aur,"
"Aur?????"
"Aur is baat ki bhi ki who ladki itni kismet waalo hai ki
uska jeevan saathi uske saath hai zindagi ke har mod par, use sambhalta use rah
dikhata,"
"Par tumne to kaha thi yeh tumhare liye sabse anmol hai,"
Haan
"kyun,
"Kyunki yeh mujhe aap se jodta hai, yeh mujhe Geet se GEET
MAAN SINGH KHURANA banata hai, aur jaante hai iska har moti mein kya hota hai,"
I seriously didn't understand that question of hers but I simply
nodded a no…
"yeh moti hai humare rishte ke neev, pyaar aur bharosa.. "
and she smiled at me.
I came out of my reverie realizing that I had not only taken
away her life's aim but also the love and trust that I had imbibed in our
relationship and in this I had faltered not her and I promised myself I will
win back her love and make her realize my trust would never be shaken again..
PS: tht scene was imaginary..hope its ok..
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