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PART 3
Vicky paced up and down at their private airport situated a few kilometres away from Hoshiarpur. The weather reports were worst when his brother Maan Singh Khurana had announced that he was boarding their private jet. But it was impossible to say anything to Maan bhai, especially after..Vicky sighed even as he thought of that. All their lives were so messed up that now they didn't even have the courage to talk in front of Maan bhai. The signals confirmed that their flight was landing and Vicky felt relieved. Vicky waited opposite the elevators. And there he came rising up as the elevator approached the first floor. He was wearing a white shirt and grey waistcoat. His face was still emotionless like a carving of some Greek God.
As Vicky greeted his bhai, Maan nodded.
Vicky : thnk God bhai ap sahi salamat he. I was so worried after hearing the weather reports.
Maan didn't pay attention to what he was saying and proceeded towards their car. Vicky followed him.
Maan : dadi kaisi he?
Vicky : it was a mild stroke. But nothing to worry bhai. She is our super dadi. Doctors said that she is recovering quickly. Pari bhi he. She was worrying about you. Agar ap cal karke bol de to...
Maan shot an angry glare to Vicky.
Vicky : I mean me cal karke bol deta hu ki ap aa gaye, he na? Problem solved.
He quickly took the phone and called Pari to say that Maan has arrived. Pari gave the phone to dadi who talked to Maan.
Maan : ap zyada strain mat lena dadima. Me bas abhi pohunch jaunga.
Dadi : raste me nilkamal ke mandir ho ana aur sikka rakhna.
Maan : dadi please
Dadi : humne kaha na sikka rakhna he to rakhna he.
Maan : ok dadima.
He kept the phone and murmured, "why do they keep collecting coins in the name of a flower that never blossoms?"
Vicky suppressed his smile. Maan had a huge temper problem but being in Hoshiarpur was irritating him much more than usual. As they waited at the railway crossing a train passed by. Maan kept staring at the letters " Hoshiarpur Express" written on it. Then he snapped at the driver, "tumhe yehi ek raasta mila tha janey ko?"
Driver : lekin sahb ab mandir ke liye to yehi rasta he na.
Vicky eyed the driver to keep quiet.
Maan was fuming with anger, "CHALO"
They entered the same temple where Geet stood the previous night. Maan kept the coin and entered the temple.
While he was praying the priest came and handed him a blue lotus. " ye le lo beta, is saal ka pehla nilkamal. Lagta he narayanji ne kisi ki sacchi dua qabool ki he"
Maan : lekin mene to sikka aj rakha tha. Sikka rakhne ke agle din hi to phul milta he. Ye to kisi aur ka he na?"
Priest : pata nhi beta, neeche kuch log bata rhe the ki kal sham ko dur se ayi kisi ladki ne sikka rakhwaya. Kahi ki bhi ho dua uski sun li bhagwaan ne. Wo to aj ayi nhi isliye tum hi le lo.
Maan : lekin ye mera nhi he to isey lene ka haq mujhe kaise hoga?
Priest : nilkamal usi ko milta he jiski kismat me wo he. Dua chahe jisney bhi mangi ho khila chahe kiske liye bhi ho isme to ab tumhara hi naam he. Isliye socho mat le lo. Yehi kudrat ki marzi he.
Vicky : le lo na bhai dadi bhi khush ho jayegi.
Maan nodded and took the flower. After five years it was the first time he felt something inside. Even Vicky was surprised that his bhai actually agreed to anything for the sake of others. The flower triggered some unknown sensation in Maan's heart. Some strange emotion so intense and breath-taking that he had himself buried long before. It was the same sensation that he had felt at her presence. He knew that very well. He still remebered that night when his dadi came to the mansion with a girl when he was 18. He was studying at the balcony for the exams next day when he saw his dadi stepping inside with a girl. She was dressed like a bride. Maan felt curious to see her face. As if she heard that the girl looked up and he saw her angelic face and the deep almond-brown eyes.
At the very exact moment, he felt his body reacting in a different way like it had never before. His muscles tensed and his body stiffened raising his heartbeats. He felt he was lacking oxygen and gasped. It took a few seconds for him to realise that the girl was not even looking at him. Her innocent eyes were scanning the ceiling and the whole mansion. Maan felt frustrated to be at the mercy of such a young girl who would probably of what 10 or 12 years of age. He went inside to his room with an excuse of exam.
Geet on the other hand didn't even see Maan. She was mentally counting the days it would take her to come a full round of this huggge mansion.
Geet : madamji apka ghar to bohat bada he.
Savitri devi smiled : dadima bulaiye hume ap. Yeha apkey umar ke bohat sare bache he.
She called out for Nakul and asked him to bring the kids. 8 year old Annie and 13 year old Dev came out to meet dadi. They were surprised and slightly taken back to see an over-dressed girl with her.
Annie : ye fancy dress kaun he?
Geet looked at the ground fidgetting her dupatta nervously.
Annie : who is this item dadi?
Dadi : Annie! Aisey baat karte he ghar ne aye logo se?
Annie : sorry.
Dadi : ye Geet he aur ye bachi aj se humare ghar me hi rahegi. Be nice to her. Nakul, where is Pammy?
Pammy is the nanny for Khurana kids.
Dadi : aj se Geet bhi tumhari hi zimedari he, ok?
Pammy: ji.
Dadi : isko iska kamra dikhana aur change karne ke liye kapde de dena.
Pammy : ji madam.
Dadi : Maan kaha he?
Pammy : Maan baba apney kamre me pad rhe he. Kal xams he na.
Dadi smiled, " mera mehnati bacha"
She turned to Geet, "ap inke sath jaiye aur apko jo bhi problem ho bejijhak inhe boliye"
After dadi left Dev came near Geet. She smiled timidly.
Dev : tumhare papa oil factory me the kya?
Geet : nhi kyu?
Dev : itne oil to tumhare baalo me hi he to factory hi khol dete..
Geet stood there hurt as Dev and Annie hi-fived and left for their room. Tears rolled down her beautiful eyes. She wanted to tell them that her dad was the best in the world and they had no right to make fun of him. But this was an alien place full of alien people and they are all very big people. She is only a like a servant. She knew her place very well and kept quiet. Atleast this was better than what could have happened tonight. She would get to study here.
Pammy : aasu poch le apna. Bacho ne thoda mazak kya kar liya tere bade asu aa rhe he.Kyu ab shikayat karke data khilwayegi unhe? Agar tumhari wajah se mere bacho ke ankho me ansu aye to mujse bura koi nhi hoga. Ab chalo servant quarter, room dikhati hu tumhara.
Geet wiped her tears and followed Pammy. Her room was at the end of the servant quarter which was right opposite to Maan's window separated by the garden. There was a simple bed and a cupboard which had a mirror attached to it. A fan, light and an attached bathroom were the luxuries provided. Geet liked her room very much. It didn't have even a quarter of the facilities of Khurana kid but she wasn't used to it either.
Pammy : Aj ke liye khana bhej dungi. Kal se mansion me akey kha lena. Aur ha ye Annie baby ke kuch puraney kapde he. Dekh ke jo pasand aye wo rakh lena, samjhi?
Geet nodded and took those clothes.
Pammy : tu baat nhi karti kya? Sirf mundi hila rhi he
Geet : nhi..wo mujhe nhi pata me apko kya bulau
Pammy smiled, "masi bula mujhe,theek he?"
Geet smiled : ji masi.
Pammy became stern again, "lekin iska matlab ye nhi ki tu bak bak krti phirey yeha par. Maan baba ko shor bilkul pasandh nhi.
Geet looked at Pammy with genuine curiosity. When she said Maan there was a respect accompanied with it.
Geet : Maan?
Pammy : haye naam leti he chote baba ka? Sunenge to tujhe kacha chaba jayenge.
Geet gulped picturising a man-eater charging towards her.
Pammy continued : Bilkul apney dadaji pe gaye he, wahi gussa wahi thehraav aur dekhne me bhi unke tarah bilkul raja maharaja jaisey.
Geet's imagination got wild- a giant man-eater who is dressed up like a king.
Pammy : acha ab khaana kha ke so ja. Kal subah mansion me a jaana. Bacho ko school ke liye tayyar karna he. Tu ayegi to meri thodi madad karna.
Geet : ji. Aur mera school?
Pammy : arey tumhe kaun sa bade school me jaana he bacho ki tarah? Yehi do gali baad hi govt. Hindi medium school he. Waha 12:30 ka afternoon shift hota he. Tab chali jaana.
Geet : kal se me school ja sakti hu?
Pammy : ha. Kal me tumhe chod dungi phir tum khud chali jaana. Ab so jao aur subah jaldi ana 7:00 baje jaana he bacho ko.
Geet nodded and went to sleep. She was really tired after such a long night. She didn't even have the strength to think about how her life was changed.
Maan on the other hand wasn't able to concentrate on anything. When he looked at the book, he saw those deep curious eyes. He closed the book and hit his hand on the bedrest.
Maan (self-thot) : Cmon Maan, after all she is a kid. You have all those hot girls in the college staring at you all the time. Remember the college hottie Sasha who tried to hit on you in the party. When you don't give a damn to those girls how could you lust for a little girl? Yes, this is lust, pure lust otherwise why would think about a girl whom you haven't even met?
Just then Annie and Dev barged into his room. Annie went to sit on his lap.
Annie : Maan bhai, dadi ghar me ek interesting cheez layi he. Haven't you seen those cheap dolls in the melas dressed up like dulhans? She looks like that. Hehehe aur naam kya bataya uska Dev bhai?
Dev : Geet
Geet, Maan repeated the name in his heart not realising that it was the name that he was going to carve in his heart forever.
"Maan bhai.. Maan bhai...", Vicky shook him bringing him back to the present.
Vicky : kaha kho gaye bhai ap? Kabse bula raha hu apko?? Hum ghar pohunch gaye.
Maan : huh?
Vicky : Cmon bro apko dadi se nhi milna?
Maan : ha me aa rha hu. Tum jao. (self-thought) ye mujhe ho kya rha he? Us mandir se phul liya to ajeeb sa ehsaah kyu ho rha he? Aur kyu me un bekaar ki baato ko yaad kar rha ho? Kyu us manhus din ka ehsaas mere zehem me ghus raha he jab mene uss...us Geet ka naam suna...Kyu itne saal baad bhi me us grahan ko apni zindagi se nhi nikaal paa rha hu? Ye kaisi ajeeb si bechaini he jo mujhe uski aahat mehsus karwa rhi he? Nhi ! Nafrat he mujhe ussey..us ehsaas se us pal se us lamhe us jagah se un sab se..jo mujhe Geet ki yaad dilate he. I hate her..I hate her and will hate her till the end of the world.
With that, he threw the flower away and went inside to see dadi.
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PRECAP : Geet meets Maan đł
Edited by madhubala123 - 12 years ago
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