@Deepa di
hehe, now u can curse Maan to ur heart's content😆😆
@CrabbyEntity
U dont know coz I myself dont know rofl🤣 BTW I will surely check out the song u told about😃
@ainaGURTI
Mali sorry I didn't rpld to ur cmt was in hurry and yeah love is complicated n it hurts but just a small moment full of it overcomes all pain😊
@Sheen-Coolkiwi
it is as much as ur thread as it is mine so u can post anything😉, no prob
@Sheen-Coolkiwi, Ambibamby, LILY111144
its not fair... u guys spam like lightening n then I have to update🤢
The idea that she was some other man's wife was killing him. She wasn't his Geet, his toy girl. She never was. That man left her n she came here married him. And surely her husband, Maan clenched his fist, would be the one abusing her. Even heartbroken he couldn't digest that. Someone hurting her but he didn't care. If was her fault and all this time she was playing with him, got married to him when she loved someone else. He couldn't live with that. He wanted to drown the pain n himself into alcohol but his eyes fell on the little angel in his arms. He was a father n didn't want his daughter to get affected by the darkness of his life.
He laid Jia on the bed. Her arms searched for him but he placed the stuffed puppy into them. She remained asleep hugging her fuffy to herself.
Entering the gym he removed his belt. To overcome the pain he needed more.
Past
Geet' He moaned his whole body sour and aching.
As his eyes opened the emptiness settled back like dead weight over him. He was tired, very tired. His bones felt as though had turned into jelly n each muscle was filled with immense pain. The gashes that were oozing were now blocked with dry blood though his insides were still flooding raw tears of the agony that came with her separation.
There were a few blood spots on the bed that tainted her pink sheets. As he sat up surrounded by her things n the top he slept hugging, he felt regretful. He ruined her sheet, his toy girl's sheet.
He stood up n removed the sheet from the bed. I will clean it. He spoke to no one like mad man. He was only aware of one thing, she left him.
When he was going out to jump over the balcony to go back to his house across the street a thought came to his mind n he walked back into the room.
Taking the bag from her cupboard he filled her remaining cloths in it n the bed sheet. Then went to his house, it was still just 3:30 in morning so there was no one out. No matter how tired he was made two more rounds into her room, climbing the pipe n jumping over the balcony and brought some of her favorite stuffed toys, books n guitar to his room.
They were his treasures, her last belongings. She hadn't locked the balcony door and that was a big favor she did on him n also the last one.
Where is Maan? Mr. Khurana asked as soon as he entered the living room.
Prem who was worried since the morning got up instantly from the sofa. He didn't know what to do so he repeatedly tried to call Geet n Meera both were unresponsive the whole while only Mahi was there who he had been able to caught up with n she said Geet left for India because her Daarji was ill. It was a shock because she left so suddenly but then it was emergency n why Maan was so sad, broken. It's not like she would never come back.
Prem wanted to dig out more but couldn't leave Maan also in that condition. Hence he was waiting for Maan to come down when Mr. Khurana barged in.
He is in his room.
Mr. Khurana started heading towards the stairs to go upstairs but Prem stopped him.
He said. I will call him. He hastily climbed the stairs two steps at a time n ran to Maan's room. His room was worse than he had expected. Maan was in a corner hand on his raised knee, head leaning on the wall n eyes closed. Prem switched on the lights and found him wounded. God, he shouldn't have left him alone.
Maan. He patted his cheek. Maan your dad is here.
Maan groaned n muttered under his breath with opening of his eyes. Tell him to go the hell away.
Prem's eyes filled with tears seeing this condition of his friend. Something was utterly wrong. Maan. He heard Mr. Khurana voice shouting. Prem came downstairs.
Where is Maan?
He-he can't come.
Mr.Khurana gave him a glare n started going up but Prem stopped him again by putting himself before. Uncle please. He is not doing very well right now.
Prem, that's my son you are talking about. With the words he pushed Prem aside n went to Maan's room.
What is all this? He asked incredulously seeing the condition of the room. Things broken n scattered everywhere thank god he couldn't see the battered pieces of his son's heart because that was uglier.
While Maan was unconscious or asleep in the corner, Prem didn't know how to answer n what to answer. Wo-
Maan said he loved a girl. Mr. Khurana revealed. Who is the girl?
Prem had no idea about the intended engagement of Maan and Shreya. And since he said that Maan himself told him about him being in love then he would have wanted Mr. Khurana to know. Still he wasn't sure if he should tell Mr. Khurana about Geet.
Mr. Khurana asked n Prem remained mum. Prem he is my son. Tell me? He looked vulnerable for a minute n Prem knew he had the right to know. May be he would be able to help Maan with whatever happened that had him so broken.
Geet.
Oh! A sort of realization fell over Mr. Khurana's features. Where is she?
She' Prem was hesitant.
Prem I am asking you something.
She left for India. Prem said n was amazed to see relief n happiness on Mr. Khurana's face. Apparently her Daarji was sick-
Mr. Khurana wasn't listening he walked towards Maan. I want to talk to Maan alone. Close the door when you leave. He said n Prem looked at Maan worriedly who was still unconscious. He walked out of the room closing the door behind him.
Mr. Khurana sat before Maan on the floor. He looked so pathetic with some girl cloth in one hand n a wrinkled paper in other. This man was certainly not what a Khurana Heir was supposed to be, weak n torn. He took the paper from his hold n read the content.
Maan. He patted his cheek little too harshly. Wake up.
Maan opened his eyes n even with blurred vision he recognized the culprit who snatched his love. Go away. He said in a weak voice.
Shut your mouth n get up. He held his hand n pulled him on his feet. Maan's eyes went to the paper in Mr. Khurana's hand. How dare he touch his Geet's letter? He snatched it back from him.
You still are so touchy Maan when she left you. The girl who can't trust you doesn't deserve you.
Don't you speak a word against my Geet. It's you who is responsible for all this.
Blaming me is easy Maan but the one you loved was weak, your love was weak. She left you to deal with all this alone. Now stop being so sissy and come with me to the mansion. Shreya is the right match for you n you will get engaged to her only. Then after your MBA is over you two would get married.
Big dreams you have dad. Maan chuckled hysterically. It didn't matter that never before he talked to his dad like that. Right now he wasn't in his senses. If you think I will get engaged to Shreya or any other girl for that matter then you don't know me.
Maan. Mr. Khurana growled. Everything is ready and you will get engaged to Shreya.
Not in this life.
Mr. Khurana took out the pistol from his pocket. He had come fully prepared for the worst scenario. Fine. If I have to see my family's name get tarnished then I would prefer dying. He placed the pistol in Maan's hands n guided them towards his head.
Panic hit him right across face. What are you doing dad? Maan asked frantically.
Yes Maan kill me n I will forget that I ever had a son. I will forget that I raised you n just wanted a good life for you. Mr. Khurana said with tears in his eyes.
Maan jerked his hands back n the pistol fell on the floor with a bang that echoed through the walls for several seconds. He couldn't believe that this was the same man who was his ideal, the one whom he adored, who was his hero, like whom he wanted to become someday. Now he knew why his mom left him. Okay. I will get engaged to Shreya. He said head lowered and hairs falling over his forehead though when he raised it back there was hate n anger in his eyes that Mr. Khurana had never seen before. You won't have to die for it but consider your son dead.
With that he turned his back to him. I will be back to YOUR mansion in an hour.
Mr. Khurana was happy nonetheless. Maan was his son, for how long he would hold grudge against him. Once they got engaged, he would realize how perfect Shreya was for him. The mist of Geet's love would fade then once n for all. At least that was what Mr. Khurana thought.
As informed everything was set for 'his' engagement. How ironical? Maan thought with a sad smile standing in midst of many people. Today was his engagement n there was no Geet. With the sting of her absence another thing was niggling at him.
He was betraying Shreya. What if like him she was also misguided. So before the engagement, he told her everything. How much he loved Geet n how he could never have the same love towards her but again to his surprise or shock, instead of blasting him or even breaking the alliance, she just gave him one of those miserable smile n didn't say anything to anyone.
Next he knew they were engaged n he was sold out.
I am giving quick updates because I don't want you guys to live in anxiety' Once things' gets a bit better I will get back to my normal pace'😊
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