FF-Obsession,chapter29 and next thread-pg150,7oct. - Page 10

"Thank you so much geet for taking care of my babies.."Pari said to geet who was busy taking the books out of boxes. Geet was amazed with the enormousness of the books. There were six large boxes full of books of all kind of genres.

"no need of thanks..pari..i am solely responsible for keeping them away from their mummy" Geet replied with a chuckle,as she tried to lift six books atonce. She could not balance herself which resulted in harsh collision of books with the floor..

" careful geet..they mean alot to me.."Pari said with an annoying expressions on her face.

"No wonder..your husband is jealous of your books" geet said with laughter.

'not funny,geet" pari replied.

"it is funny indeed" Geet spoke as she bent down to lift the fallen books.

"leave them..i will arrange all the books myself.."Saying this Pari lifted the books with utmost care and climbed on the stool.

"oh my god..easy pari..come down..you should not climb on stools in such condition..."geet screamed.

"what condition??"Pari asked jumping down from the stool..

"its first trimester of your pregnancy..i guess." Geet said strictly.

"oh yess.."pari looked down..Anxiety clouded her eyes. "So did you consult any gynecologist??" Geet asked opening the other box of books.

"Not yet.." pari told her in an anxious voice."Do you love reading geet??" pari asked further however her attempt to change the topic did not go amiss by geet.

" Not as much you love reading.." Geet exclaimed with a smile before asking further"so tell me which one is your favorite book???"

Pari gave a slight smile.."well..all of them.."she shrugged her shoulders..

"all of them..hmm..but one should be most favorite na..tell me about your most favorite story,pari..."

"well...if you are asking about my most favorite..then its not story...i love poems more than stories,,,"Pari adjusted herself on the chair,

"poems..great..even i love poems.,,beauty of words put together with addition of emotions,," geet spoke settling herself of one of the box.

."oh my god..geet..what a wonderful definition of poem..bravo..i never expected this from a doctor.."

"thank you very much pari.."saying this geet bowed her head dramatically as a gesture of accepting adulation.

"how will you define a poem,pari???"geet asked taking a seat near her now.

"for me,,poems are feeling encapsulated in verbal. They touch your soul..They make you feel happy..They make you feel sad..They relax you..They soothe you...you know when i do read a beautiful poem..i feel alive..i feel the inner joy which is not materialistic..which does not evaporate with time..It remains in me,,i feel like thanking God for blessing the writer to write such beautiful creation ..for blessing me to read it...ohhh...i feel blessed..."Gleam of happiness shone more brightly in her eyes ,when pari said those words..

"wow!!!..."was all that geet could manage to bring out of her mouth..Pari smiled in response..

"There is a pink colored diary in one of these boxes..you should read that..I have made a collection of my favorite poems..."Pari said in chirping voice.,.

"sure..sure.i would love to read them.." Geet assured her.

"come on...we should work fast..there are many books left to arrange..i have made your clinic a mess"Pari felt sorry ..

"no pari..its completely ok..after all i am getting a chance to read such a wonderful collection.."

"you can't read them all in such a small time..they are many,geet!!!"

"i know,,but i shall try"

"geet,,,how much time will it take"Pari asked in a low voice.

Geet knew she was asking about her husband.."very soon..pari..very soon.."

They were busy again in arranging the books,,

"Pari.."geet asked taking a book from her to arrange on the top shelf..

"hmm..???"

"Is there any story or poem with the title "girl who lives in stories"???"

"ummm...i don't remember exactly..but there could be one or could not be..why did you ask??"

"no,,nothing serious..just asked..you are so fond of books so i thought you must be knowing about it.."

"But i don't know..sadly..you remember the author???"

"What are you searching for"??Geet asked Maan, while closing the blinds in her clinic and turning on the air conditioner.

"where are those apparatuses???"he answered with his eyes wandering in the slight dark room due to closure of blinds.

"what apparatuses??"

"which you are going to use for my therapy.."he paused looking in her eyes."you know to give electric shocks..i thought you must be attaching some sophisticated wires to my head to give the shocks..as they show in movies.."

Geet burst into fits of laughter..

"no..i am not going to give you any shocks..its just you and me chatting normally.."

"Is this your therapy..???how much you are charging my wife for sending his husband on a date with you.."

Her heart missed a beat on the word "date".

"date???"she managed to speak.

"Yes date..you and me alone in slight dark room..only scented candles are lacking to complete the scenario."He smirked.

His words made her suffer from a weird anxiety.Wasn't it hard already to behave normal around him,when her eyes were acting like a microscope to study the minutest details of his.She coughed to resolve the tension around her. She needed to be focused.

"ahem..well..Mr. maan..i think we should start now.."

"i am ready,doc" He said with slight smile adoring his lips.

"who is the "girl who lives in stories??"She had planned not to attack him immediately with the question but wasn't it his fault if she loses her senses around him.

He scowled,"you take my words quite seriously"

"yes,i do..it will be highly appreciable if you explain them too"

"i don't want to explain"

"why..???"

"I am an adult who has "right of choice".He smirked once again.

Geet sighed. He was adamant. There was no point in persisting,

"ohk..then tell me how can books harm your wife???"

"They can harm"

"But how.."

"Like they can make me insecure.."

Geet was loosing her patience."Books are neither bloody criminals with guns who can shoot her,nor they are harmful viruses who can infect her"She shouted.

"yes..books are also not handsome hunks who can flirt with my wife anyways.."He retorted.

Geet gulped the water down her throat to calm herself. It was going to be more difficult than she had thought.She looked at him.He was playing with the paper weight on her desk.First time she felt the situation being reversed..She was anxious and her patient was calm and composed. He seemed like enjoying her restlessness.

"Can i ask you something,doctor"??he asked steadying the revolving paper weight.

"yes"

"Does there any disease like "phobia of books and poems" actually exist??"

Geet was clearly offended. Nobody can bear insult on his/her profession. He was openly accusing her professionalism.

"what do you think maan..i am making all this stuff to get money.."her eyes were spitting fire."yes such disease exists. If only medical jargon can make you satisfied then let me tell you "fear of books"is termed "Bibliophobia"..I had attended a seminar on this in Australia..there are many people suffering from this in much severity than you"She finished with a hiss.

"Bibliophobia..hmm..interesting.."He was still calm as sea before storm."Can you please tell me symptoms??"

Geet gave an irritating look to him. He was not supposed to question her,but still she answered"Difficulty in reading out loud..nervousness while narration of the stories..sweating of palms..nauseous feeling ..dry mouth..fast beating of heart.."

'ohhh"he said nodding his head seriously/

"I knew..you are showing none of these symptoms"She said with confidence.

"i think,symptoms should be shown by me in order to continue our dates"

"why do you want to continue this???"

"To keep "her" away from pari"

"whom??"

"Girl who lives in stories.."

She could not forget the expression on his face when he left the clinic after those words,He was the hiding something for sure.He was a mystery himself,leaving Geet with a puzzle after their each meeting..She had to solve the puzzle..