Zehal-e-Miskeen - A Tale of Lost Love [part 2 link, page 23] - Page 12

Originally posted by: mayyo

In my opinion, Geet isn't completely oblivious to her past. She has an inkling of the maze she is in - though I cannot say how big is that inkling. The reason I say this is probably just a hunch after reading the last two chapters. Of course, the mystery of how much - if she does at all - Geet knows can only be solved by you!

Originally posted by: honeygrape

i dont think geet is completely unaware...she also has somthng hidden i feel so...but writerts like you are always unpredictable...😳 i have always failed in my assumptions in stories of you awesome writers...

Originally posted by: kaamchorni

I think she definitely knows more than she's letting on. Maybe not everything but enough. I can't help but feel that she herself is stuck, she doesn't know which way to side, who to choose - Dev, Maan or herself. Perhaps she doesn't want Maan despite remembering the past and so she's keeping it to herself, maybe feeling a bit guilty, so she's waiting to see how things will unravel.

It sort of reminds me of that story of Soloman and the two mothers fighting over a baby. Both mothers claim the baby is theirs and to settle the dispute, Soloman says to cut the baby in half. One mother agrees while the other is horrified and says that the other woman can have the baby so long as the baby is not killed. Thus, Soloman confirms that the latter is the true mother.

You can't just look at their past and go by what was... you have to see who they are today. Maybe Geet is observing the Khurana brothers in an unspoken test.

Originally posted by: Ubiquitos

Since you have raised question, I think yes she has an idea of her past...but maybe she doesnt have any choice except going with time and circumstances, and now since she is married to Dev and that too happily, she tries to avoid past..

"It would help if you didn't stare so intently."

"I'm just in awe."

"It's not like it's the first time you've seen me paint."

Maan flitted his eyes between Geet, who sat opposite him with the easel in front of her; and Dev, who was perched on the small table, directly facing the side of the easel so he could see both the painter and the muse.

"You usually paint inanimate objects. I want to make sure you'll do justice to my brother's profile."

Maan feigned a smile, feeling his muscles tighten. An unexplainable aura cut through the air. Through Geet's laughing nonchalance, he could sense her tension. Through Dev's casual presence he could sense his doubts.

And himself? He was not the blank canvas, nor an open book. But he certainly couldn't live through a lie like they had been doing for years.

***

The rain was as volatile as ever that murky afternoon. The loud sound of the raindrops battering themselves against the windowsill resonated in her mind, as much as she wanted to submit her being to her husband's scintillating voice and her soul to the man who sat before her, waiting for his existence to be transferred through colours from her hands.

The sound of the drops was like a warning sign, remaining persistent in her mind and seducing her to delve deeper into the recess of her mind

Something was wrong.

Things were missing.

Nothing added up.

She needed answers.

Dev's attention was on the button of his sleeve as he spoke with Maan. She stole a glance at him, whose eyes were on his brother yet his focus elsewhere.

It then became obvious to her, that in order to find herself, she had to find the man before her.

Geet dipped her paintbrush into an off white, hued with pink. The colours swirled as the cogs of her brain began ticking.

***

Dev watched the scene before him, the persistent scratch above his eyebrow giving his restlessness away.

Why his brother appeared so unaffected in this trapped maze of love, he could not fathom. If the shoe were on the other foot, the complexity would have smothered him.

But that was just Maan - he had a penchant for taking it in his stride.

As for his wife, she preoccupied herself in her portrait. Never before had he seen her so dedicated to her hobby. Whether it was genuine interest or something deeper, he was not sure. But he would have to find out. Just not in the conventional way that one might expect from a married couple.