MG(SS):Love from Across (Last Part X-Pg 22) 16/05 - Page 9

Originally posted by: honeygrape

awesome update...so does that mean she had some role in them parting away from each other...eagerly waiting for the futurre parts...continue sooon...thanx a looot for writing this story😊

Originally posted by: Shefali16

Every update seems more beautiful than d other...

beautifuly written..
i just luv maan's character here...

Originally posted by: -dia-

Interesting ... and the story is really intense !!!

enjoy reading it

Originally posted by: CrabbyEntity

Hey!!😊

just finished reading all parts at one go and must say a praiseworthy work it is👍🏼 ...and now i owe a thnks to PD(palindrome) for suggesting this story...

luvd the whole concept of the story...the suspense had me hooked frm the first chapter and i'm so glad to hv read 5 parts together for it lessened the curiosity little bit that kicked in at the very first part of the story...

found the characters very strong and powerful and the plot has made it all the more interesting...the way u hv conceptualized the scenarios and build up the atmosphere of bloodshed yet contradicting it with emotions,feelings and all tenderness z wht i liked the most abt the story...the paradoxes had me sigh...luvd ur expression all throughout the story... conflicting emotions,selfless luv...the pain,anguish the turmoils,helplessness all these and so much more is so beautifully depicted and i'm already in luv wd ur story and i so wish it to hv a happy ending...so fingers crossed for that!!!🤔

i'm also a new member on IF and reason is no diff frm urs that is luv for Maneet and i'm so glad to hv joined IF for the purpose z more thn served than i had thought it to b...this story is gng to b another flower in the bouquet i've already made with maneet stories on IF!!!

also wd like to share that ur story somehow reminded me of the novel "for whom the bell tolls" i hv read it long back but i don't knw how suddenly it popped up in my head frm no where...

thank u so much for sharing a wonderful story and i'm so glad that i'm gng to b a part of this journey frm now on!!!😳

Thank u!!!😊

P.S i can never b precise in my comments so my apologies in advance...blv me i hv tried but hv failed miserably!!!🤔

Originally posted by: AKSashadow

First of all welcome to IF and GF.
Indeed an excellent story with great concept. 👏
Loved it very much

The way story started and you showed love in the midst of war was great.
Another remarkable thing was conflict of Maan's mind to choose between his love and duty.

Pain and longing for each other's support with need of love were beautifully depicted. The sweet moment shared by them in past and their conversation after that clearly showed the immense trust and love that was present. Will wait for you to reveal all secrets gradually.

At last thanks to palindrome for her suggestion

Imperfection turned inside out.

It takes but one moment

For destinies to turn about!

He had still loved her.

Yes he had, after everything; he had still felt the same way for her after all these years; Hell he had. The resentment was there, anguish burnt alive and grief ate him up but the divinity and serenity of his love regenerated from the same fire after seeing her again.

The phoenix would rise again and again.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, her slow sleepy breath fanning his chest; her head nestled on his shoulders. She was all he had once wanted, all he had once cherished. But today, he had wanted nothing more than to send her across!

Irony; wasn't it now?

Seeing her lovingly for the last time, He gently put Geet down under the tree canopy by the bank, careful not to invite attention. Although the bank was lonely, he couldn't risk taking a risk.

"Geet. Geet." He gently patted her cheek.

She opened her eyes groggily, half consciously expecting to find herself in an old lumber house amidst a hailstorm with Maan making love to her. She opened her eyes wider, only to see him stare at her with tender longing. There was no hail but there was Maan. At first, a small smile formed on her lips seeing him but soon reality sunk in. Adventures of the previous night played in front of her eyes like an Eastman color film. Only if it was a film!

"You wait here; I'll get a boatman to take you there."

And he scurried off leaving her contemplating things by herself.

"Oh my god! I had slept off in his arms and he carried me here. How many miles have we travelled? He just doesn't care about his own injuries." She gasped covering her mouth with her hand, remembering his wounded arm. She looked around taking in her surroundings at once.

The quietness of the bank was occasionally broken by chirping of birds and the heavenly river murmured in background. Wind rustled leaves; as trees swayed, lightly dancing to the tunes generated by mother earth. The green-brown terrains merged into blueness of the river, little flowers blooming here and there. Any other day, this would have been a place she would have cherished. But this wasn't just any other day. It was a day she would leave Maan forever. Again.

"I need to talk to him" she thought to herself and got up from under the tree, frantically running towards the forested stretch to find something.

Maan came back to the tree with an old boatman, only to discover that his 'hopscotch queen' had hopped off somewhere.

Why couldn't the thick headed woman get a thing into her brain? Especially, when he had told her something.

"Now where the hell is she?" He muttered under his breath, runnng his hand through his hair.

He was about to go searching when she came scurrying back.

"Where had you hopped away?" He hissed.

"Umm...woh, I was just walking around..." She stuttered, crossing one leg over another. A sure-shot posture of her nervous self Maan knew.

Maan narrowed his eyes, putting hands on his hips as he stared at the IMPOSSIBLE woman in front.

"Do you think we are out on a field trip lady that you loiter around like that? Is disobeying my orders your favorite pastime?" Maan mocked.

"No. Researching on Zulu tribes of Africa is" she replied in the same mocking tone and both burst out laughing, Laughing hysterically at each other, at their memories; at revival of old memories.

They laughed like little kids till their eyes watered which surely wasn't due to the laugh they had.

The boat man watched them in amusement. He had been an old acquaintance of Maan's in the area. Maan had frequented the place and new some fisherman around but could trust this man with his life. The man had been his grandfather's aid and Maan new better than to mistrust him. In addition, he owned a fleet of steamers and speed boats. Maan had driven many during his training days and the boatman had only been complying. His 'water practice sessions' had started and ended here, that was the reason he knew the place like a hawk!

"Kaka, please take her safely and drop her to the other side."

"And, make sure there remains no clue." He said to the old man, reaffirming the fact that this was a personal assignment.

"Don't worry saabji, I'll make sure she reaches there safely. Then only will I return." Replied the old man.

Geet felt an instant liking for the old fellow. She understood he must be a good man if Maan trusted him.

He told them to come down to the river till he got his steamer ready and walked down through the silt laden loamy land.

They started walking to the river looking away from each other. Geet slipped on the next stepping stone but caught Maan in time before his arms went around her waist to hold her. Their eyes locked briefly before he steadied her. A moment passed by and their eyes met, again.

Again the fire crackled,

Again the tension built up;

Again the love flickered.

But this time Maan was stronger. He didn't succumb!

"Go Geet. Go back to 'your' country."

His words echoed around them, looming in the air, and gushing came the past along with withered leaves and twigs which twirled around them like a whirlpool, transporting them back to that autumn of memories.

"We are not meant to be Maan. We never were" she said shattering her own heart into pieces.

"No Mishty! Whatever it is that troubles you, please tell me but don't say that." He pleaded.

"Look Maan, you are an Indian, your father is in the Air force, and your grandfather is an army man. My ancestors have been ruling in Pakistan. I am a Pakistani. Our families, our countries have fought, since forever. No one can change that. We can never ever unite and moreover, I have fallen out of love." She stated, her tone cold as if it didn't affect her a tinge, the last bit spoken ever so softly.

"Rubbish" came his instant reply.

She did not utter a single word. She kept quiet, letting her silence wash over him and that infuriated him. He was coming to his tethers end and her silence was hammering the dam of his patience. At last the rage burst, pouring over her like hot molten lava.

"Yeah right! Then where did this family history go when we were together huh? Where did your 'You-Indian-me-Pakistani' stand go when you danced with me in the middle of that damn night? Where were your limits when you said you love me? Or was it that you never did? Or is it that love is just a casual fling you go around doing with anyone and everyone" He mocked her in rage, now holding her tightly as his fingers dug into her flesh.

His face was inches away from her, his hot breath fanning her now cold face. He looked like a lion possessed who had suddenly been awoken from sleep.

"Yes. You are absolutely right. I never did love you." She said equally angry at him, pushing his hands off her.

He pulled her back roughly, possessively holding her hands behind her in a tight grip, rage oozing out of his demeanor as he stared angrily at her. He never knew such rage in himself, never knew he could ever be this intimidating. But then she had evoked the best in him and she was also the one who would bear the worst of him. In spite of his fury, she stood equally intimidating at him, not wanting to breakdown even as her legs were giving up on her.

"Leave me. I don't love you. For shouting out loud, I have fallen out of it." She screamed.

"Do not lie Geet." He gritted his teeth, giving it one more chance.

"Spending time with you was the biggest mistake, building those stupid dreams with you was a mistake, a mistake I would regret forever, a mistake I would never look back to. I. Don't. Love. You. Understand. So go and screw our love." She screamed, her eyes teary, fury burning inside her.

She knew he was burning a hundred times more than she was at this point but she couldn't stop now. He let go of her instantly as shock coursed through his veins. She didn't miss the hurt in his eyes which was soon replaced by blankness. He was hurt, hurt beyond pain,

"Then, there was no 'Ours' between us" he stated looking in her eye, a wry smile playing on his lips.

Her body jerked back, boucing from the wall behind as he left her ruthlessly. She shuddered at the look in his eyes.

"Yes. There was no 'us'. It is your country and my country. Your people and mine. We never belonged together." Geet told gazing in his eyes, looking at him for the very last time before she ran away.

Ook, so there you go...!