Chapter 22
Maan finished his beer before setting it down so he could pick up the axe. His encounter with Geet had left him feeling angry and unbalanced. He knew that women were users, but he had never guessed that she was using him in such a way. He thought she was only interested in the money, but it seemed as if their marriage was nothing but a smoke screen to keep her family from finding out about that guy. As he swung the axe, Maan remembered how that guy had tried to give some lame explanation, but Maan didn't bother listening to it. The less involved he became, the better. In fact, he didn't even know why he had given his help at all, but he definitely would not be doing so in the future.
Pranav Bhatt, known to Maan as Munshiji, walked out into the courtyard where his employer was busy swinging an axe with fury. One beer can was already lying empty, with others just waiting their turn. He just shook his head at Maan's behavior, for this was no way to deal with life's frustrations. Not only that, but all this just made it more difficult to talk to Maan about business matters.
Before he really thought out his words, Munshiji said, "Arrey, Saabji, this alcohol and wood chopping never does any good. It is better to speak out one's problems, like to a wife."
Maan's furious face and the way he held the axe had Munshiji quickly realizing the inappropriateness of his words. "Sorry, Saabji, I misspoke. Actually, I need to speak with you about a few details regarding the land sale."
"Go ahead," said Maan, throwing the axe down and picking up a towel to wipe his sweat soaked face and hair.
"I've spoken with both tenant farmers who are renting plots in the area that you want construction to take place. They are willing to move to other vacant plots at the end of their lease, as long as they can negotiate a more favorable rent price. Once that process is completed, we should be able to get those areas rezoned for commercial use."
"Very good," stated Maan, happy that something seemed to be getting done. "Anything else?"
"Saabji, I can't proceed any further with the legal work until the land registry is signed. If we tried to do anything else before then, all our work could be made invalid. Have you agreed on a time to take Geet madam to Amritsar?"
"No, she's still spending time with her family. I don't want to fall behind schedule because of her. There must be something you can do while we wait."
"No, Saabji. All the documents to be submitted and all the permits required need to have clear proof of ownership. It would be too risky to try to do anything without the proper paper work. We can't even file any sort of legal action at this point, because you have not yet given Geet madam any money. If you can, please get the signatures done as soon as possible. Only then will I be able to proceed."
Maan glared at Munshiji, before picking up another beer can and storming back inside the house. Munshiji just scratched his head and tried to figure out what he might have said wrong to make the young man so angry. Try as he might, he couldn't think of a single thing, after all he was only doing his best to see that everything was done properly. He had thought that marriage would mellow his employer, but apparently that was not the case.
Maan paced the floor of his room up and down, popping open the can in his hand and taking a swig of it's contents before pacing again. "Get the signatures as soon as possible, he says. When I don't even want anything to do with her, he wants me to get the signatures as soon as possible. She's too busy running around with her boyfriend to bother about a little thing like signatures."
Thinking about that man she had requested he hide started his brain thinking. He thought about how her family had been eager to marry her off quickly to Dev, and then later wanting to marry her with him. He thought about how she had decided to sell her land for 2 crore, an amount that must seem incredibly large to a person of her background. He thought about how he had found her hiding with that stranger from her brother, and everything started to make sense.
"I should phone her," he told himself, pulling his phone out of his pocket, and punching in the Handa haveli's number.
When she said hello, he quickly replied, "Listen, you wanted 2 crore for your land, right? Well, I won't give the money until the land is mine, but if you go with me to Amritsar and sign the registry, I will give you a check there itself. After what happened tonight, I understand why you want the money, but I'm not going to wait around forever. So, are you coming with me to Amritsar?"
A second later his phone call was cut, leaving him to look at his phone in shock. "She hung up on me? Me, Maan Singh Khurana. Well, that is not that last you'll hear from me, Ms. Geet Handa."
Geet thanked Babaji that she was the one who had heard the phone call and answered, but Maan's insistence on going to Amritsar had her worried. What if her family found out and wanted to know why she insisted on selling him the land, instead of giving it to him as they would expect her to do? She had no way to explain that and still keep secret the fact that she wanted the money for a private investigator.
The only thing she could think to do was go to the guest house and try to explain the situation to him properly. As it was so late, she wrapped her dupatta around her head, holding it across her face, to keep from being recognized as she slipped out of the compound. The quickest way to the guest house would be to cut through the wooded area near the haveli, but Geet wasn't foolish enough to do that in the day, let alone at night. Instead she stuck to the main roads, and found herself at the destination within twenty minutes.
The house was so still that she wondered if maybe Maan had slept already. Then she saw a light peaking out from the door and knew he was still awake. Thinking about his past anger, Geet almost decided to go back, but then she thought of her friend. She couldn't let Channi down, and so she gathered her strength and began knocking on the door. It seemed like forever, but eventually the door opened and Maan stood there before her, curiosity written on his face.
Precap
Sorry, no precap as I'm a little pressed for time today, and I'm also trying to working on AMT's update. Hopefully you recognize the situation enough that you might be able to guess what happens next.
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