Shackles of Love#19#MG Chapter 54 - Page 3

CHAPTER 54:

Just as Darji was about to hit Geet, Tejji stopped him, whispering, "Darji, abhi koi der nahi hui. Maan aaya tha na ise lene? Aur Brij ki baaton se lagta hai ke aapka sapna sach honewala hai. Hum ise wapas bhej denge. Tussi fikar na karo, bas apne ghusse pe shanti rakho. Agar ispe koi nishaan aaye, to Maan sawaal kar sakta hai. Aapko to pata hi hai, wo khule khayalat ka hai. Use humare tareeke pasand nahi aayenge."

Tejji's words made sense to him and deciding that discretion was better part of valor; Darji controlled his temper and held Brij off too. Brij wanted to object, but one look from Darji made him shut up.

Geet was about to protest, wanting to say more, question her darji as to why he wanted to ruin her life, but seeing her rising disobedience; Darji couldn't hold himself back and slapped her hard, across the face.

"Ek aur shabd kaha to accha nahi hoga tere liye. Samjhi tu? Huamari izaat se khelna ka haq nahi diya hai maine tujhe. Maan tera pati hai, aur rahegi tu usi ke saath."

"Mai nahi jaungi wapas!" screamed Geet. "Wo mere pati nahi hai, ye to bas…." Another slap stopped her from saying further. Her lip split as it banged against her teeth, and she could feel the saltiness of blood in her mouth.

"Isse yaha bandh kardo, do din bhooki pyaasi rahegi to apne aap dimaag thikane aa jayega." He spat and turned away, shooting Geet an angry glare.

Everyone left from there, Rajji turned back, wanting to console her Di. She looked tearfully at her cut, bleeding lip, her feet which had glass bits impregnated into it, her hands which were scratched too. The marks looked sore and looked painful, but her mother pulled her away, not allowing her to go to Geet, locking Geet away in solitude to cry.

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Brij paced in his room, anger visible in every line of his body.

"Us Geet ki itni himmat, ke mujhe jawaab de rahi thi! Uski wajah se! Sirf uski wajah se aaj us Maan ne mujhpe haath uthane ki koshish kari!"

"Is galti ke sazaa to tujhe chukani hi padhegi Geet! Mai bhi dekhta hu, kaun bachata hai tujhe mujhse." He ground his teeth, thinking about what he should do as Darji had warned him against harming Geet.

His face took on a smile that was pure evil as he realized what he could do to Geet without anyone being the wiser.

He just needed to be patient till everyone slept off. Then he would show that impertinent chit what Brij Handa was still capable off.

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It was past midnight and the whole Handa house was silent. Brij glanced around; making sure no one was there as he stealthily crept towards Geet's room, as silent as a hunter stalking his prey.

As he opened the door, he saw Geet lying down on the ground, beside the bed.

He eyed her unkempt hair, red swollen eyes, blood stained clothes, but not an iota of mercy crossed his features. He was too gone in his vengeance to even think that this was his own sister.

He quickly walked up to her and grabbed her by her arm, jerking her up.

Geet's startled eyes met his ferocious ones, her own depicting confusion over his presence. His harsh hold on her hand was hurting her, and she tried to protest, which angered Brij more.

He pulled her up by her hair, while closing her mouth with his other hand to stop her from screaming and alerting the other members of the house.

"Tujhe kya laga? Tu bach gayee? Teri wajah se aaj us Maan ki itni himmat ke usne mujhpe haath utane ki koshish ki! Mujhpe! Brij Handa pe!"

Geet looked in terror at her brother, his eyes red with a feral rage and the madness visible there scared her, he was unpredictable, and could do anything.

She tried pleading with her eyes, unable to get him to leave her mouth.

"Aaj mai tujhe sabak sikha ke rahunga! Bahot bol rahi thi na aaj sham me uske samne, aaj agar teri bolti bandh na kar di to mera naam bhi Brij Handa nahi!" And he dragged a protesting Geet out of the Haveli silently.

Since she was bound and gagged, she was unable to do much except whimper, but to no avail.

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Maan had nodded off in the jeep, trying to gain some perspective, his mind going round and round in circles, when a sudden restlessness gripped him. He couldn't pin point what exactly it was, but somewhere it felt like something was going drastically wrong.

He banged his hand against the steering, unable to disperse his feeling of incompleteness.

He wanted Geet.

With him.

No matter how much he tried to convince his heart that it wasn't what was written in destiny, his heart refused to accept it.

His mind mocked, "Since when did Maan Singh Khurrana bow down in front of destiny? Maan you have always fought against life to achieve what you want, and now, when it's the most important thing in your life, you are retreating silently? Without a fight?"

He closed his eyes, thinking back to all the time spent with Geet.

"She cares for me," he sighed, "I know she does."

Has she not, she wouldn't have put up with his brute self.

She had accepted him along with his arrogance, his unwarranted anger, his prejudiced behavior with so much grace and without any complaints. She had kept trying to assert her love and her willingness to work towards their relationship without any support from him. Even when he made it clear to her that he was not interested and this relationship was nothing more than a bitter pill which he had swallowed, she had remained undeterred.

At times he envied her will and optimistic stance to break his will, because he had known that he was fast losing this battle of wills. And now he wished he had accepted it to himself and her earlier. But to his lament, he had not pushed her so far, and had inflicted so many gashes on her delicate heart, that he had impersonated his pessimist self in her. She had taught him to live and in return he had crushed her. He was the one wrong. He was the one who ended up giving her the wounds that she was curing him off. She kept fighting against his staunch resolve, chipping away at the walls he had surrounded himself with till he melted and gave in.

And now, now when she was standing on the same threshold, he was leaving her to burn in her own misery! Knowing well how it felt to be left behind, he was leaving her back to get her life entangled in shackles of pain. Was he not doing wrong to her again? Was he not behaving like a coward running away from his own doings? Did he not promise himself and her to fix this mess?

"Usne itna kuch sehan kiya, aur tu? Bas ek hi baar me haar maan li?" His conscience rebuked him.

"Wo tujhse naraz hai kyunki tune uska vishwas toda. Tujhe door hai kyunki tune use khud khudse door kiya. Jab usne kabhi haar nahi mani to tu itni jaldi kaise wapis mud gaya? Kaise chod aaya use akele? Socha hai kaise jeeyegi woh? Pyar karti hai na wo tujhse...Kya yeh baat tune kabhi nahi padi uski aankhon main? Phir socha hai kya karegi woh tujhse alag ho kar? Aur woh Brij! Tu apne ghusse me ye bhi bhool gaya ke wo uske saath kya kar sakta hai?" His fists clenched as Brij's insinuation and accusations came back to haunt him. "Nahi Maan. Tu use un logon ke paas nahi chod sakta. Nahi chod sakta use akele rone ke liye. Tune usse wada kiya tha na ke tu uske chehre pe humesha muskurahat banaye rakhega? Par aaj tune hi khud usse uski hassi cheen li."

His heart pained as he remembered her blank face and listless eyes. He wanted his old Geet back, the one who chattered nonstop, whose smile lit up his mundane life, whose laughter made him wish to join in the world of the living.

"Bas Maan, ab sochna bandh kar. Tujhe hi use uski khushiya aur sapne lautane honge. Aur ye usse alag reh kar nahi ho sakta kyunki tera pyar hi uski har takleef ko mita sakta hai. Usse woh sab kuch milna chahiye jo uska haq hai. Maan ki Geet ka haq! Aur uske is haq ke liye ab tujhe ladna hoga. Geet ke Maan ko ladna hoga!"

If any doubt lingered in his mind, he brushed it off. He had mistaken people's feelings before; he couldn't afford to do so again. But was the other option any less devastating? The thought of the barren life awaiting him back in Delhi chilled him. He had become addicted to Geet's warmth which she unknowingly spread all around her.

"Tujhse naraaz hi hai na? To mana lena. Thoda ghussa karegi lekin maan jayegi aakhir Maan Singh Khurrana ke aage kaun tik paya hai? Aur ye to Geet hai! Maan ki Geet!"

He vowed to himself to get her affections back. If she didn't love him anymore, he would woo her back. He would do all in his power and beyond to rekindle that fire of love. He'll bind her to him with so many shackles of his love that she wouldn't be able to leave him ever. He would ensure that she is his, always his, forever and beyond!

"Now it's your turn to make this work, Maan! Turn back and get her."

Having made a decision, he did not want to waste time now, he instantly started the jeep, a new zeal and determination running in his veins and a confident smirk accentuating his carved face, "Maan Singh Khurrana itni asani se har manne walon me se nahi hai! Geet, I am coming to get you back, and this time I promise I will do everything in my power to ensure that you will be mine forever and beyond."

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