PART 4
He was fuming badly the way she had taken the revenege from him this made his already gone senses all wild.. First it was his so called love then the encounter with that girl.. Maan looked at the logs of wood he was right now standing in the middle of the forest since last two hours the midnight , howling of animals nothing could deter his determination.. The way he was sweating profusely the way his eyes were red with anger were also making him look like a wounded lion.. But on whom he was made that village girl or that so called love of his.. He took the axe and made it hit the tree where it would take more than half an hur to bring the tree down he did it mere seconds.. His bare body was shining with the sweatbeads... His temper was rising with the every passing second...
Maan took a cold water bottle from his jeep and poured it on himself though he attempted to put off the fire that was lit in him but nothing was and can calm the wound that needed only time and patience.. At one place his cell was ringing continously but he was least bothered about anything now...
He picked up his things and threw them in the jeep and went towards his cottage...
On the other side the girl was shivering with fever.. That stupid guy had thrown her in the muddy water and she had to wash herself in the cold water before reaching home... She had covered herself her face everything so that no one could see her but being sensitive towards cold .. She was now sneezzing and shivering...her mother was beside her but she was crying.. Something had opened the old wound of her that made her behave so aggresive with that starnger...
geet : papa.. Soft mumers of calling her father were coming out of her mouth she was crying in her almost unconsious state.. Geet was deeply affected when her father died .. And this longing and the difference in her life some where made her hard and cranky.. She finds it difficult to mingle with the persons.. Somewhere still she tries to find her father's warmth and his presence tat made her lost in the vast emptiness or she would do the things that will make the her calm...
Rano patted her head she was still mumbling crying...
Geet : papaji...
Rano couldnt see geet in this condition her father's departure from her life had left a deep impact on her life that makes her so vulnerable...
Rano : geet .. Utho..dekho main hun yahan..bacha utho..
But there was no effect on her though her temperature was reducing but still she was not responding like she used to...
Geet (in her sleep) : mama wo kehte hain papaji ab kabhi nahi aayenge they didnt let me play with them...mama kaho na ki papaji will come and play with me...
The same words that rano heard from a four year old geet was now repating the same.. This was indeed scaring her.. She shouldnt have lied to geet at that time but that time too geet was like in this condition only that they hide the truth from her that her father will come after some days.. But it couldnt remain like this .. The reason came out and geet drew in her shell she didnt had anything for three days .. Making herself ill ..
Rano came back from the reverie that made her eyes wet...
Rano : geet ankhen kholo.. Dekho main hun tumhare pas...
Geet didnt cried as her temperture was coming down rano wiped her swaet and she slept in the early hours of morning ...
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rest part will continue...
Edited by suhana_123 - 11 years ago
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