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He is broken without her 👏 good!

plz dont separate them its so hurting to see them in so much pain. maan should never go near zoya. he's always only of geet...😭 maan must understand and give this thing a thought that what all geet has seen in her past and still she's trying to think abt relationships evn marriage jst becoz she loves him blindly. nthng is more important to her than him... plz plz plz plz plz😔

missed reading the last 2 updates...
read them in a go ...
Its turning more interesting ...loving the triangle .
Geet has confessed that she wanted to meet Maan ,then why he didn't say anything and stopped her going to her room .

part 10 is loly dear

Superb update...
Loved it...maneet met bt again this zoya...hate we...
Enough of suffering fr maneet...want thn together...

i have a feeling something bad is going to happen with geet..

Please try to update soon:::))))

gr8 part..

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previous chapters: ch 1 - ch 2 - ch 3 - ch 4 - ch 5 - ch 6 - ch 7 - ch 8 - ch 9 - ch 10

Chapter Eleven

Maan opened the door to his hotel room, allowing his eyes to adjust to the dark. Zoya and little Anjana were cuddled together, fast asleep.

Had Geet really come all this way, just for him? How delicate and small she had looked, clad in clothes damp from the rain. Would she catch a cold? If she did, would she remember to take medication? Geet rarely remembered to keep up with her health, and Maan had always had to keep a watchful eye on her when she would fall sick.

With his palm still on the doorknob, Maan twisted his body to see Geet and the witch-like woman walking away, some distance down the narrow hall. Any moment now, they would disappear out of sight. Maan glanced back at Anjana, who was sleeping peacefully next to Zoya. He surely had enough time to ensure that Geet reached her room safely.

Maan shut the door behind him, walked quickly to catch up to the two women, and reached out to touch Geet's wet shoulder.

Startled, Geet jumped. The old woman also looked a bit unnerved.

"I just want to make sure Geet gets to her room all right," said Maan authoritatively.

"Are you sure?" the woman croaked.

"Yes," Maan replied instantly.

Geet stared at him. "What about Anjana?"

"She's with Zoya," said Maan, with a wave of his hand.

Geet swallowed hard. Maan wouldn't leave his niece with just anyone. Zoya was obviously close to him -- how had that happened so fast?

The three continued down the hallway and made several turns in the drafty hotel. The space only got tighter, the light dimmer. Maan could barely make out the cobwebs dangling from the cracked ceiling.

"Uh . . . where exactly are you taking us?" asked Maan, as the woman led them down a dilapidated staircase.

"It is our special suite, sir," she answered. Was that a sinister gleam that Maan saw in her eye?

They descended yet another staircase and a wooden door appeared. The woman unbolted it and, with surprising strength, practically shoved the two inside. "Have a good evening," she cackled, clicking the door into place

Without thinking, Maan pulled Geet closer as he inspected their surroundings. A large, sunken bed dominated the space, and a few additional pieces of shabby furniture rounded out the room. A stained mirror hung by the tiny window in the corner.

"Geet, I --" Maan stopped short as he felt Geet disentangle herself from him.

"You can go now," Geet said softly, turning away.

"But I --"

"Thank you for escorting me." Geet strained to keep her voice level. "You should get some rest now. Good night."

"Geet --"

"Go!" Geet cried. She spun around, visibly upset. "What do you want from me, Maan?" She had braved the distance, the storm, and this terrifying "hotel" only to discover that Maan had moved on in the blink of an eye. Had she meant nothing to him?

Maan furrowed his brow. "Geet . . . ."

"I'm done, Maan," said Geet. She held her head high, eyes glittering with tears. "Done." Geet could feel her heart climbing into a box and sealing itself within.

"Are you, really? Is that why you drove out so far? Is that why you've started calling me 'Maan,' without the 'Sir'?" Maan asked without thinking. He shook himself mentally. What was he saying? It was almost like he was trying to convince her to give them another chance. . . .

Geet bit her tongue as rain drummed against the small window. It was true that, after speaking with Jaya, Geet had felt truly ready to let Maan in and dissolve the final layer of formality between the couple. But what good was it now?

"Just go," whispered Geet. She gazed at the man standing in front of her, who had taken her through so many ups and so many downs. Just when she felt as if she were opening up to the idea of marriage, it had all been snatched away from her. It was time to move on. As soon as daylight broke, she was hightailing it out of here and would start to focus on a new chapter of her life.

Maan remained rooted to the spot. Why was Geet suddenly acting like this? She herself had said she had traveled all this way, alone, just to be with him. What had changed in an instant?

And, more importantly, why did he care so much? Geet had crushed so many of his hopes, time and time again. He had to move on, start a new chapter of his life. Didn't he . . . ?

When it became apparent that Maan wouldn't move, Geet reached around him to yank the doorknob. The door remained shut. Geet pushed, then pulled, then pushed again, but to no avail.

Geet felt her hands start to ice over. "It . . . it won't open," she said, her voice shaking.

*That* appeared to snap Maan out of his trance. "What?" He stepped forward and tried his hand at the door, exerting all of his strength.

The door didn't budge.

Their eyes met as another clap of thunder boomed. Now what?

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