~MAHSOOS~ THREAD 8 (not pg 153) - Page 52

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The idea clashed. Geet sat opposite of maan, staring at his blank eyes. She is only 3 months pregnant, however everyone was treating her like the baby is due soon. The stomach is pretty much flat. There are no sign of bumps. Even now when she were sari it looks aswom-el-y amazing. Then why so much question?
'I wouldn't mind even they tell me to sit down watching, but apparently I am not allowed to climb stair.' geet puled a face and looked around there room. 'they say it's not good for the child & now even you agree and decided to move to the bottom floor. That room have no balcony.'
Maan sat on the bed silently. Eyes close. Leaned little towards the bed frame with a comfortable pillow.
'geet, it's for your best. Did you give the good news to your parents?'

Maan sat up. Resting his hand on geets for comfort. He knew well, the topic wasn't that comforting at all, however, It's important. He knew well the meaning of family. The word family do mean every thing to him. Without the word family he is no man. Without the family, there wouldn't have been any support. Every step, let that be dangerous, mischievous, happiness, anger... His family have been a support to him.
'geet, do you know what does the word family means?'
Geet nodes no.
'in world, everything can be wrong but not your parents. Do you have faith in god?'
Geet nodes a yes.
'do you believe everything happens for a reason?'
Geet nodes again.
'exactly. everything is on gods hand. Not in ours, like the way I fell in love with you. Like the way our marriage took place, like the way our baby will step in to the world. One way or another this was bound to happen.- then why so much frustration?'

Every words rang in geets head. Maan being maan, he had excellent way of understanding a situation. A pure man in heart without any twist, or blackness. His life maybe full of blackness but inside full of light to show the right direction.

Geet smiled comfortably. Leaning forward in his hug. 'I will try'
Maan gave out a warm smile.

Maan pulled geet in to his hug. Feeling both his wife and his baby. The truth was to surprising for him to accept. God can't be this kind to support him, to make him feel like a proud man. To show light in deep dark corner.
'I want our baby to experience every love as possible.' maan suggests. 'our baby's new life should be full of love. Full of wonder. Full of life. With the feeling of warmth. Feeling of each smile and welcome before the born.'
'I want the same maan.' geet smiled. She pulled her self way then made her way downstairs for the last time. Everything new was arranged for there new room.
Vicky ran across the hall and walked up to both maan and geet.
'bro, now you are moving, I mean you are not even staying in that bedroom, can I have it. Can I- can I- please.'
Avantika walked out of the kitchen with the noise. whipping her hand with a apron.
Kripa along with her family have moved out, and was invited for dinner, although geet admit she is her nemesis, however for the family respect she can't display her rudeness, however the snapping and uninviting body reaction that maan could feel told everything like a clear book.
'no!' Maan declared with a tight face. The room consist of another bedroom, which will be for there baby. And plus, maans dad, mr khurana have already called the designer, the uncle and unties already have decided with each furniture. So the room will have NO ENTRY until geet is due with there baby.
'bhi, this is unfair!' maan pulled a eye brow and left, after giving geet a warm kiss.

Avantika pulled vickys ears to make him shut-up! Vicky's nagging was on its way to burst every pair of ears of the house. Since the panic of geet moving downstairs, as its to hard to climb those long wooden stair, the birth of vicky's nagging was introduced.

'will you be-quiet?' avantika spoke in irritating manner.
'ehh- no!'
'at least act like your age?'
'ehh- no'

Kripa walked way from the dinner table and started to walk towards them. Geet pulled a face and walked in to her room. She could bare not see this girls face.

Kripa gave out a uncomfortable look at geet than looked at avantika and vicky.
'I think he is right aunty.' avantika looked at kripa shockingly.
'umm...' avantika really did not invite any of the conversation, however, as she is a guest, and friend of mr khurana.
'no kripa. That room belongs to maan and his wife along with there kids. That's Maan's dads choice and maan have many memory with that room. I won't, I can't. I hope you understand.'
Avantika walked back in to the kitchen. While kripa pulled one of her eyebrows, giving another uncomfortable smile.

...

Maan sat in to the limo. It has been long time, since he sat down with his dad with intention of having few words.

'tell me son, what you wanted to talk about?' mr khurana spoke while looking at a file. The driver drove through the busy deli road, ready to take them at there destination.
'yes,' maan answered. His eyes were wondering from one direction to another. Anticipating, looking for words, how can he put such serious subject across, but this was for his baby. He didn't like the idea of his baby not feeling the love from it's grandparents. The mahsoos that he have felt when placing his hand over geets stomach, the warmth the baby have given him as his one and only mahsoos. His baby deserves everything.
'I, dad-' maan took a deep breath then with a long pause- 'I want you back home. Like the way it was before. Like the way you and mom were. I don't care, I am willing to forget everything about your and moms past. All the fight. Everything. And I want you and mom to do the same.' maan spoke with silence, with pain. The words had the feeling it took thousand years of confidence to whisper out.

Mr khurana stopped at his place. Wondering what to say. What to suggest, how to put his lost words in to a sentence. He thought this topic was long closed. This topic should never be opened. He staid silent and whispered no words.

'I hope you are listening dad.' the limo stopped at it's destination. 'I will go home. Geet is packing. I have a conference at Manchester in few days- we have to leave soon as possible, but- I - hope you will give my words a second thought.'

...

Geet took one luggage out and packed few cloths of her and few for maan. They will only travel for 4 days. It seems unnecessary to take two luggage.

She twists her head and looked at her self at the mirror. The feeling of becoming a mother had completely took her in to a new level- but more than geet her self, she mahsoosed maan's happiness. Maan's love and care. Since young she always assumed being mother is way above than being a father, but who knew, being a father is way over of becoming a mother for maan. She can never reach his level of affection, his level of love. Because maan's mahsoos, it's beyond explanation. A simple word will be an insult.

Geet spines her head around as maan opens the door. He looked tired. Disappointed at something. Maan have not mentioned anything about bringing back his parents together. Should he?

Geet jumps off from the bed and walked towards maan. She noticed something was irritating his face. Geet placed her soft palm against his cheek than neck. Maans black eyes gave out no signal but the facial expression questioned geet.
'why do you look so tense?' maan skipped few heartbeats. Was his face really this transparent?
'oh- I!'
Geet looked back with awe. When ever maan mumbles, she have to admit, he looks beyond amazing.
'ha bolo...'
'it's nothing. Just-really-hot!'
Geet twists her body around. The air conditioner was on. The room temperature 15 degree.
'are you sure?' geet confusingly asked.
'yes' maan replied with same pace. 'I am - I need to have a shower.'
Maan smiled & with a kiss he was just about to walk way, when geet holds his hand.
'without me?' she cheekily smiles. Maan knew her intention well. However was he in mood?
Geet came by, and hugged maan tight. Placing soft gentle kiss at his white polo t-shirt.
'hmm...'
'do you know, the craving becomes more aggressive while you are pregnant.' she whispered in to his ears.
Maan can never refuse geet with anything. Let alone when she desires his love. That's something she have all right in. This soul and body only belongs to her. His desire matter nun. His desire can die way, but geets could never.
Maan took her hand, and placed a soft kiss.
'anything for my geet.'

Originally posted by: FIRESafiReFIRE

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