Maneet FF...NOT A FAIRY TALE pt39-pg86(Mar 31) - Page 19

It was not a big space and was mostly empty. He was about to step inside to explore the place, when he remembered something. "Geet.." Geet thought "Finally.. so now he is going to thank me. Koi na, better late than never" she thought and turned to face him with an attitude wala smile. "Geet, mujhe who tala chayia" and he extended his hand to take it.

Geet was taken aback. She grinded her teeth in anger, slammed the lock in his hands and turned away with a jerk. She, again, lost her balance and was about to fall, when he grabbed her, again on time.

She again looked towards him, he had a smirk on his face. "Issme itna haasne ki baat nhi hai. Who to neeche kuch tha, main usse check karne ke liyia jhuk rhi thi. Par aapko to sab cheez me tang aadana hai, hai na"

"Aandhare me?" Maan raised an eyebrow.

"Haan, to kya, main kuch bhi karun, aapse matlab"

Maan just rolled his eyes and got back to work. He turned towards the door and placed the lock on the door's outer knob in such a way, that if somebody does not look closely at it, he may feel that the door is still locked. Then he closed the door and turned to go inside.

All this time Geet was waiting with him and then she walked near to him only when he moved inside the room. She was scared of dark, but didn't want to admit it to Maan.

The room was empty, but luckily Maan saw some firewood piled near a corner. He also saw a fireplace near them. He went near it, closely shadowed by Geet. He could easily guess that she was scared of dark. There were just 2-3 logs there, not enough to last the whole night, but could at least keep them warm for some time.

"Geet, iss mobile ko pakado, aur unn lakadiyio ke taraf isse point karo"

This time Geet obliged without questioning him. She was getting more scared of the place with each passing second. Maan lit a fire in the fireplace, illuminating the cottage. Geet took a sigh of relief, at least it won't be dark now.

Maan got up and removed his shirt, squeezed water out of his shirt and kept it near the fire to dry. He was not wearing anything inside hence was bare chested now. Geet looked the other way, "Hey Babaji, inhe to koi sharam varam bhi nhi hai. Aise hi kisi ke bhi saamne nange punge ho jate hain koi" Geet murmered to herself.

Maan ignored her comment and went to look into, what looked like a small kitchen. He checked the shelves which were completely empty, but found an emergency first aid box there. "I hoped to find it here" he thought and took it with him.

When he reached the fireplace, he saw Geet squeezing water out of her dupatta and spreading it out, just like he had done to his shirt. "Hmm to Miss Handa aab Maan Singh Khurana ko follow bhi karne lagi hai. Interesting" he cleared his throat to make her aware of his presence and came behind her. She got a little conscious since she did not had her dupatta on her. "Geet, jab tum behosh ho gayi thi, to tumahari choot open ho gayi thi, aur ussme bleeding hone lagi thi. Usstime to maine khoon rookne ke liyia usse tumahari cunni se cover kar diyia tha, par usse proper dressing chayia. To.." he could not complete his sentence. He was feeling a little embarrassed now.

Until Maan had told her, Geet had not noticed the torn piece of chunni around her waist. She was feeling embarrassed and did not had the courage to say anything or turn to face him.

Maan repeated again "Geet mujhe choot saaf karne do isse phale ki ussme usme septic ho jaye"

"Siiirrr, sssiirrr woh.. aap .. mujhe.. de dejia.. main khud kar lungi" she managed to stutter out.

"Geet, bina mirror ke, tum usse khud nhi kar paoge. Mujhe karne do jaldi se"

Geet reluctantly agreed to him and closed her eyes. He bent near her side. He asked Geet to open the clothe's knot from the other side of her waise. He parted the ends of her kurti, which he had torn earlier and saw the wound. The wound seemed to have deepened and was dirty. He applied spirit on the wound, she hissed out loudly. He had never knew how to be gentle, since he had never been with a girl this way, but at her reaction, he tried to be gentle and blew air on her wound. He then applied betadine on it and placed a square gauze piece on the wound. Now came the difficult part. He had to wrap the gauze roll around her waist, to cover the wound, since there was no plaster tape present. He got up slowly and held one end of the roll on the piece covering the wound. He slowly whispered "Geet" near her ear. She opened her eyes and looked at him. "Geet tumhe iss bandage ka yahan se ekk baar pakadna padega"

She held the bandage end with her hand, while Maan snaked his arms around her waist, inside her kurti. Geet's breadth got stuck in her throat and a current passed through her spine. His hands were slowly rolling the bandage around her waist, his eyes locked with hers. His hot breath was fanning her face. Geet was starting to go week in her knees. There were totally different and unknown sensations coursing through her body, at his touch. She had long forgotten her pain, and all her strength was now going in struggling to keep a control over her emotions. Him being all topless was making the matters worse for her.

Maan's condition was no less troublesome. He was already feeling something for Geet and now, this kind of closeness with her. Even he was battling hard with himself to keep his emotions bottled up and look straight into her eyes. He did not want to make her feel uncomfortable. He finished tying the bandage and moved away from her. Both of their hearts were frantically hammering in their respective rib cages.

Geet realized she had not been breathing, and took in a deep long breathes to calm her hammering heart.

Maan turned his back towards her and brushed his hands in his hair and gathered some courage to speak out his next words as calmy as possible "Geet, tumhe iss geeli kurti ko change karna padega varna tumahari bandage bhi geeli hojayegi"

Geet was shocked at his words and immediately looked towards him. He still had his back facing her.

"Paar sir, mere paas dusre koi kapade pehan ne ke liyia nhi hain abhi"

"Geet, meri shirt, jo fireplace ke paas hai, woh aab kafi such gayi hogi, tum who phen lo"

This was another shock for Geet. She started stuttering "sssiirr, paa aar, wooh main, main kaise"

He got angry. Could this git not listen to him just for once. "GEET, kabhi to meri baat maan lo bina behas kiyia. Mere paas aur bandage nhi bachi hai. Issliyia tumhe abhi issi waqt change karna hoga. Tum sun rhi ho na, right now" he roared. Geet got scared and slowly went and picked up his shirt, but kept standing. "Aab kya hua" he shouted again.

"Wooh.. main..kahan pe change karungi. Yahan to koi band jagah bhi nhi hai"

"Geet tum yahan pe hi change kar lo. Yahan mere alava koi aur nhi hai and main aapni aakhein band kar rha hun aur tumahari taraf nhi dekh rha hun"

"Nahi sir, who khidkiyian kafi badi hain, aagar koi baar se dekhega, to usse andar ka saab dikhega. Main yahan aise change nhi kar sakti"

"Geet, hum jungle ke beech me hain, aur bahar bhur teez toofan aa rha hai. Bahar koi bhi nhi aayega, tum change karlo"

"Nahi sir, koi aa gaya to, u can't guarantee it"

"GEET" he turned to look at her, when his eyes caught hold of her chunni. "Theek hai Geet, mat karo aise change" She was a little surprised that he agreed to her so easily.

Maan went near the fireplace and picked up her chunni. He then started coming towards Geet. When he came too close, Geet got a little scared and started moving backwards. "sssiirr" she was hardly able to stutter out these words, when her back hit one of the corner walls of the room. She got more scared "Ssiir, yeh aap kya kar rhe hain"

"Tumhe change karna tha na in a closed space. Main tumhe woh de rha hun" Her heart beat was rising with her every passing breath. What did he intent to do. He held both ends of her dupatta and opened his arms to form a curtain between them and held it a little above their heads. He tilted his head to the other side and closed his eyes. "Aab karlo change"

Geet was totally surprised at his actions. It took her mind some time to fully register what he did and she kept standing frozen at her place.

"Geet jaldi karo,main poori raat yeh yahan lekar khada nhi reh sakta hu" came his voice. She then hurriedly started changing her kurta.

There was high tension in the whole room. It was as if the tension, which was building in their bodies, due to their nearness was effusing out in the whole room, making it all charged.

"Sir, ho gaya"

He brought down the dupatta and moved away without looking at her. He went and sat near the fireplace. She slowly followed him and came and sat a little far from him. Maan was ocassionally stirring the fire, to make it consume the fuel more efficiently. They were now left with just one more log.

Nobody in the room could speak anything. The tension building between their bodies was too high.

"Geet tum thodi deer aaram karlo. Main abhi jaga hua hun. Tumhe aapni choot me takleef bhi ho rhi hogi na"

"Nahi sir, main theek hun. Mujhe neend nhi aa rhi hai"

"Geet mujhe nhi lagta, ki yeh toofaan jaldi thamne wala hai. Its better, ki abhi hum thoda rest karlein"

"Nahi sir, maine kaha na, main thaki nhi hun. Mujhe neend nhi aari" Geet said in a little irritated tone.

Maan got angry and turned to face her "Geet, tumhe haar cheez me meri baat kyun kaatni hoti hai"

"Sir, aapko har cheez pe bas order hi kyun dena hota hai"

"Main order de rha hun. Main to tumahare bhale ki baat kar rha hun, tumahare bare me soch rha hun, aur tum ho ki mujhpe hi haavi ho rhi ho"

"Main aappe havi ho rhi hun. Main. Iss sab me hum aapki vajah se phase hain. Who accident, woh aadmi, saab aapke peeche hain. Main to khama khan hi aapke chakkar me phas gayi. Main to phale hi aapke sat hiss trip pe aane ke liyia mana kar rhi thi. Paar aapko to kabhi kisi ki baat sunni hi nhi hoti hai. Bas woh hi karte hain jo aapka maan karta hai.." and she kept on blabbering. All her fears, that she had been keeping under bay since the past hours, were coming out in form of anger on him.

Maan could not take it any more. "GEET, CHUP HO JAO!!!"

"Kyun chup hon, bolo kyun chup hon?"

"Geet, mere patience ko aur test na karo. Just shut up"

"Nhi hogi chup main aaj, yeh saab aapki vajah se hua hai.."

"WOH LOG MERE PEECHE NHI HAIN,WOH TUMHE MAARNA CHATE THE" Maan shouted, getting frustrated.

Geet was stunned. She could not believe her ears. Why would anybody want to kill her. She had never harmed anyone, then why would anybody be after her life. "Kahi yeh woh log to nhi" Geet thought. Her heart started hammering against her chest and sweat beads started to appear over her forehead. She started breathing heavily.

Next Part : Part 22