"Please fasten your seat belt the plane will land shortly at Florida international airport"
Maan smirks looking out the window while holding a glass of wine. He sipped it casually while thinking about his plan. He was going to the same town as her. He was going to revenge her since she is the only blood alive from his family. Ohh how true someone had said before "kids pay for the sins of their parents" Well, something along the lines of that but how true indeed.
Its true he has nothing to do with her and well doesn't even care about her. All she is to me is a mere pawn in my revenge game. The revenge that I have waited for so long to complete. Revenge of completing my promise of erasing everything and everyone related to that person. Revenge can be so sweet for a ruthless person like me. He smiles as the plane touches the ground to begin his story and his sweet sweet revenge.
As he got up from his seat, everyone moved out of his way. He smiled feeling contented. He still had that evil aura around him that made people fear him and he loved every single minute of it. Even his worse enemies wouldn't dare to attack him or go against him knowing he will make their lives 10 times worse. Everything was already planned, he already hired some people to keep an eye on his enemy giving him day to day updates of her whereabouts. He just have to wait to strike at the right moment. Patience is a virtue, if he could wait for this many years then couple of more days is nothing for him.
Maan saw his limousine already waiting for him to take to his destination where the game will truly begin now. Beware, Geet Handa, your devil is coming to you soon to make your life even more miserable. I like to get to know my enemies from up close and just for you I haven't read your background. The only information I needed was your name and address. I will love to get to know you personally and your little daughter too. (He looks at the picture inside his limousine with a smile)
Geet woke up as the sunshine hits her eyes through the window. Lazily, she gets out of the bed looking out the window when she heard some birds noises. She saw a birds nest with the mother feeding its young. The mother bird was very carefull in making sure all of her young was well fed. She had three little baby birds that chirped happily after their feed like a big happy family. She sadly smiles as her past memories slowly started to invade her. She quickly closes her blind refusing to go back to that state of mind where it took her so long to be the person she is today.
THANKS NISHU FOR THIS POEM!! LOVE IT!!!!
sukhe patte(leaves)
daal se tut kar
kahi kissi ka toh ghar banaate hai !
aur mar kar bhi ,
kissi ke sapno ke ghar main zinda rah jaate hai !
kami toh ,un patto main hai
jo shaakh(stem) par rah kar bhi,
sukh(dry) jaate hai !
pata nahi ,
unhe kyu zindagi raas nahi aayi !
par unhone maut bhi toh ,
gale nahi lagaayi !
woh jaane kyu ,
is tarah se khud se hi tut rahe hai ,
na haasil hoga unhe kuch ,
na haail kar sake unhe koi ,
woh to ,uss mod se apna daaman tod rahe hai!
maana ke ,
zinadgi sab ke liye aasaan nahi hoti !
par mar jaayo khud ke liye aacha hai ,
usse ke ,
aap jiyoo kissi ko barbaad karne ke liye !
kyoki kissi ko barbaad karke toh ,
zindagi apni bhi aabaad nahi hoti !
koi khoj raha tha ,usse ek dushman ko !
toh koi kar raha tha ,uske aane ka intezaar !
yeh bhram tha ,un dono ka
ki milke ek baar ,
ho jaayega sab gum ka udaar bekaar ,
par woh naadan ,
yeh na jaante the ,
ke badla woh ek rog hai
jo hai be ilaaj ,
is rog ke ghaav bhar jaate ,
par ,
nishaan umar bhar ke liye chod jaate hai
aur hum sahlaate rahe isse ,umar bhar ke liye
yeh aadat hum se jod jaate hai
aur
badla woh rog hai ,
jo naasor (deadly)ban kar hum me palta hai
na thik ho sake ga yeh zakham ,
hame waqt nikal jaane par ,pata chalta hai!
I can't think about my past. I just can't. I will destroy anything that reminds me of it. Living in this house that has my past nightmares attached to it makes me more stronger. People might call me crazy for living here but this is my salvation my guilty pleasure to remind me who not to become ever again. That Geet is dead.
She looks at herself in the mirror. She no longer had long wavy hair that most men used to go crazy about. Nope. Along with new personality she got a new look. Her hair no longer had long locks that she used to love and play with. Instead, she donned short hair do above her shoulder making her look mature and slightly gave a mean look, which is enjoyed.
Slowly, with a towel wrapped around her body, she makes her way toward the wardrobe. No matter what the weather is like Florida, she always always wore long sleeved shirts. No one is ready to see her past marks nor she is ready to answer anyone's questions. Taking out a matching shorts along with her shoes she quickly gets ready to feed her daughter, Aminaah. She could already hear her cries through the monitor.
"Kora are you making my baby cry?"
She puts her hands on her hips while looking at her dog who stood near the baby craddle looking at Aminaah. Kora shakes her head while heading toward Geet. Geet smiles a little as she pets Kora's head making her happy. Kora loves Aminaah and is always protective of her. Although, her name, Aminaah, means secure and protective but it is she that protects me and makes me feel secure. Aminaah, is the reason I am living she is my little sweet poison. Without this poison she is nothing. Geet cradles her in her arm as she sits on the rocking chair. Kora sits on the floor next to Geet's legs looking at the mother daugther duo. After her feeding, she got Aminaah ready for her day care center.
"Sir she is leaving her house right now. We are sending you her picture as we speak. Yes, she does have her daughter with her"
Man hangs up the phone starting his car engine. He was instructed to follow her through out the whole days wanting detail update every minute, second and hour. He saw her going to a day care center with the baby but came back empty handed.
"Sir, she dropped her baby at some day care. What! Sir, I uhh can't do that. Yes, sir"
He shuts the phone in fear. His boss just asked him to do something impossible. He knew if he doesn't then he won't live to see another day. Having making sure the woman was out of sight he makes his way inside the day care.
Maan smiles at his first victory. It was time for her to pay the price. It was time for his plan to start. Time for him to see his enemy's daugther in pain and tears which will be his only salvation. He will make her live each day in pain killing her slowly. He will slowly give her, her slow poison that will be worthwhile for him. He wants to see her beg for his father's sin and she won't receive any. The poison her father gave him will be given back to her to show her his pain. He didn't care about anything at all.
Be ready Handa-it starts with your daugther first.
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