Geet was not interested in anything but she couldn't let Munshi ji keeping Daadi awake with his business talks. She slowly began to look into the business. Also spend good time finding out abt Nt & Dev. Like her shattered pieces of life began to form some purpose. She began to go to office.
It was a simple garment business Daadi ran by herself. Geet was not a born business women or enterprising but she was left with no option but to go with the flow. No one liked her taking over the business from Daadi. Staffs were against her, but with her hard work she managed to coordinate things. The work Daadi could have completed in couple of hrs with every ones coordination, it took Geet couple of days. But that didn't stop her. All mattered to her was daadi's health.
The tailor ladies passed comments that could make any ones heart bleed. They would never say anything infront of her but would whisper loud enough in a group.
How desperate she could be. I am sure she has an affair with xyz client.
Not that Geet cared but her upbringing taught her that its always girls mistake. How much she tried not to care part of her made her feel guilty & it was one such incident that made everyone quite.
It was her usual day in the factory. Couple of months after she took over the business. It was an important day since they had a big client coming to see the factory. The client was more interested in Geet than the deal they had to offer. Through out the tour he kept passing cheap glances over to Geet, which initially she didn't even notice. Geet was not used to all this. She was used to simple life where people where simple. Her strict family, her closed frd group in college. But ever since she decided to live the world suddenly felt different. Definitely not the world she grew in & not any close to her fun filled college life. But some thing never changed.. to blame the girl.
So was when the client passed those creepy looks to her waist to her long hair, the ladies instantly took a que & commented
vidhwa ko aisen ballan badhne ki kya zarorat hain
ladken tho dehken gi na.
Look at the long plat.. couldn't she tried it a bun.
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She sat beside his pic..with scissors. She innocently pleading guilty. Her heart felt mistaken. She felt she did a sin to have a attracted some one to herself even though it was not deliberate. All of her was only for his eyes . She loved her hair.. one of her fantasies were Maan caressing her long hair with his long fingers kissing them.. losing himself in them..
A lone tear escaped when the scissor split the long plate discarding it lifelessly. Scissor not just split her plat but something in her too got torn. She kept the cut plat behind his portrait & now wore dupatta to cover it from Daadi.
The next day the Geet Khurana every one met was totally different. Cold, emotionless & silent. She had her hair cut abruptly in no style just half an inch long from the scalp & wore a simple dupata to cover her head. She only wore white full sleeved cotton salwar kameez. Her dupatta always covering her head. She didn't leave her cabin didn't speak to any one. Her orders were final & cold. She was straight forward to the point.. cut throat.
It took few months for her set her foot into the business. It was not some big business but it gave them enough for living a decent life.
She didn't leave any stone unturned to find abt Dev, after months of search she got her first clue. She found out from a very small village.
The truth that came forward was heart breaking. Dev !!! her husbands only brother had tried to marry a girl to get her property. The truth was so shocking that Geet didn't know how to react. If she believed her deiced husband was nun less than Sri Ram then off course she expected Dev to be Laksman.
She spend the whole night in the villages guest house fighting with her belief. It was a fight between being a women & her belief in her husband. Nahi unka bhai aisen nahi hosakta.
& the women in her fought back how could she even think abt a guy who ruined a girls life. Well the battle was from the beginning one sided. She had lost it even before she started it. She couldn't so easily let go the belief.. she probed further & found out Dev was in Jail now.
It took a lot in her to meet someone who was so evil. But there was a slight excitement that she was meeting some one who was so close her husband. She couldn't believe she was getting anxious to meet a criminal. She hated her mere existence at that moment. But she couldn't deny the belonging she felt with him. She took a deep breath as the inspector let her to the place where she could meet Dev.
Thanks for the lovely comments
I am in a flow with this FF.. u know how it some time strikes me..
thanks again for being patient & so supportive
I will not hurry with any of my Ffs or SS.. they will get their due ending
Kashmakash & diljale have couple of more parts
DA.. hain.. puchki still has some things left😆
& mistimia.. need to know a lot more.. 😉
- PART 2 PREV NEXT PART 4
lots of love
muskan
Edited by muskanp - 12 years ago
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