in love with my jiju updated on thread 2 - Page 12

Chapter 2

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Love

What is love?

To some it's a warm feeling

To some it's friendship

To some it's having somebody special around

To some it's worship

To some it's everything

To me

If you ask me

It's you

You are my everything

You are my worship

You are my prayer

You are my friend

When you are around I feel warm

When you are around I feel secure

When you smile, it lights my world up

When you laugh it makes my day

But

You are gone

And am lft alone

Shattered

Shocked

In despair

In darkness

I'm rattled

I feel my existence is baseless

I realized its all an illusion

All a game

And then

I see light

I see you

And you make a wish

Wish to make me promise

Promise to love you forever

Promise to live

I promise

------------------Maan--------------

Characters

Maan and Geet

Maan's a man of principles

He is calm, mature, soft spoken yet a strong individual and can be a real tough cookie at times.

Geet's a sweetheart, she is cute, innocent, bubbly, vivacious, pampered and a child woman, as Maan would always say. But she's focused , headstrong and there's a side of geet, that is unknown to Maan as well.

ANTARA

Geet's di

She is sweet and chirpy

Though time and circumstances made her into a mature individual, yet there's an innocence in her that attracts attention of others. Geet's like her lifeline.

Rest of the characters to be introduced in due course of the story.

There's noise, so much hustle bustle, everyone's dancing, singing, people are making merry.

They are happy. I see everyone from the family scurrying from once place to other arranging things, shouting out at the wedding planners to get things in order whereas the entire house lays in a mess.

Flowers are strewn all along the hall. I see the shamiana half done half lying limp on the grass of the lawn. It's the mandap where vows would be taken, two people taking their hands into one another promise to be with each other always in health happiness and despair. They promise to support in each other through thick and thin. There would be people, rather guests who would be splaying, showering, flowers on the blessed couple while they go around the sacred fire and take plunge into a new life where they dedicate their lives to each other. It's such a happy moment. It's my sweetheart's wedding.

My Geet is getting married. Our Geet is getting married.

I had planned and dreamt of this day so many times on so many occasions. I would get all excited and tell how we would have a shamiana put up at the lawn of the Handa Mansion, how there would be decorations of orchids and how we would hire the best of the best for her wedding starting from the designer to the jewellery to decorations to wedding planners, we would have the best. Antara would laugh at me, saying, "come on there's time for all that, she is a kiddo, let her finish her studies".

I would always cut her off saying "so what she is my pari, my sweetheart, I have to start planning from now then only would we succeed"

And yes, did I succeed, today the best of the best are making arrangements, we have got the best wedding planner, the best jewelleries, the best of everything, yet there's something amiss.

That something is geet's laughter, her happiness. I know she is not happy. I can see her from here sitting amidst ladies getting her hands adorned in mehendi, yet I see sadness on her face, I can feel melancholy around. It wasn't supposed to be like this. She was supposed to be happy, I miss her bubbly chirpy self.

I miss those days when she would come to me with all her troubles, how she would implore and then emotionally blackmail me to take her out on my new bike. She was always the apple of everyone's eyes. My dadima too is very fond of her as she was the one who helped me out of my emotional limbo. She came into our lives when both the families were going through a rough emotional patch. I had lost my parents whereas Antara lost her mom. She was my and antara's emotional recluse. Her doe shaped eyes, her cute toothless grin, her innocent gestures took all our pains away. Both I and antara were kids then, antara was 9 while I was 10. As time flew, geet got older, and naughtier, while antara would get strict with her on few occasions; I was like her partner in crime. Time brought us closer and we were inseperable. We became best of friends, though it would sound a bit unnatural, because our age difference. I could share anything and everything with her. She knew all my secrets and I knew all hers. We bonded so well. Then came the day when antara and I had to go abroad for further studies, oh lord, how she had made a scene of it. She had not eaten for days and how she vehemently protested. I had to convince her that I would send her gifts and chocolates and postcards every now then and we would stay connected through internet. She had cried holding the both of us tight saying "now who would tie my shoe laces and would endure all my bratty pranks" she made us smile even in that emotional moment. The time that I spent in U. K. brought me closer to Antara. We had always known her through geet. We got to know each other well and realized that we and our choices were almost the same which we had not realized all the same. Love struck and we were drawn to each other like magnets.

We wanted it to be a surprise for geet so we didn't tell her about her relationship. It was at the airport that I first spilled the beans embracing geet tight in my arms. But I was a bit taken aback by her response, she went stiff in my arms when I called her my would be saali. Antara, when she heard said probably geet was shocked by the revelation as she had not expected it coming. But a strange feeling kept on knawing my subconscious. But brushing it all aside it was the day of our engagement, we sparkled and dazzled with our smiles and we were so happy and geet she too looked so happy, when we were exchanging rings we saw her standing in a corner observing us with a smile on her face. She looked pretty in a pink suit just like an angel. She had grown by then, all of fourteen, yet she was my naughty buddy, my sweetheart.

I was jolted out of my reverie, when I found one of the ladies sitting near her, asking, "so what's the name of the groom?" she was asking her because she had been called in to make the most exquisite, extraordinary of the designs here on her palm. Geet couldn't answer she looked at me, stared into my eyes, as if looking for an answer, I saw her eyes go moist and strange sadness engulfed the both of us, a tightness around my chest constricted me of emoting and words failed to come out. There she simply looked into my eyes. In flash all the incidents, all memories came rushing back in a torrent, we both were living all those moments all along, all those tragedies, the unbearable two years, the innumerable happy faces and ANTARA. The woman shook her as if to get an answer and before she could answer I stepped in saying "honor, MAAN, that's me and that's her husband's name". the woman looked at me in awe and then she smiled at us saying 'wow, just a beautiful couple, meant to be together, may god bless the both of you' and continued with her task. I looked into geet's eyes and it mirrored my pain, she was still my best friend, she still understood me so well, and I her.

Yes I'm the groom, this is my second marriage, I'm Maan singh khurana, geet's jiju and now her soon to be husband. The two years changed our lives, brought down our castle of happiness in a jiffy and here on the ground lay our happiness which were crushed smothered killed. How can I marry her, but today I have to. The two years transformed me, it all changed, things had started changing since my wedding, why ? why me? Why Antara? why did you do this to us? To me and geet? Why?

I hate you antara, I hate you! you have destroyed everything today. today you are the cause why geet is not happy, i am not happy.

a sudden knock on the door and dadima walked in, "Maan it's time for you to get ready beta, you know geet' 's grandad and father are coming, we have to sit and discuss. go get ready"

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