~BEZUBA~
Don't be anxious, all your doubts will be cleared...
~PART 2~
Aur kahi chot hai? His voice was firm n flat. Geet shook her head rapidly. A small whimper that sounded like nahi came out of her mouth then she looked down again. Jhut kehna zaroori hai? His jaw was clenched n he pulled her closer gripping her shoulder tightly. As her breasts pressed lightly against his chest Geet closed her eyes. Her breathing was rugged n heart beat fast ready to burst. Maan glided his hands over her sides, from the swell of her chest down to the curve of her waist. God, if he needed to rip her clothes to see if she was injured he would do that.
His hands went down to slither over her legs n surely she winced when his firm palm came in contact with her knee.
He didn't wait n hoisted the salwar up above her knees. She tried to fight so embarrassed to be before him like that. But a glare from him stopped her struggles. His hands when tending to her knees were gentle not at all like his harsh outlook that he presented. When he was done he pulled the salwar back down n stood up with a jerk, running a hand threw his hairs. Get up I will drop you home.
Her heart skipped a beat. Home. She had to go back sooner or later. She gave a curt nod.
Arre Geet bitiya.
It was the voice of old man who was the caretaker of the haveli where Maan was staying.
Maan eyes narrowed- Aap jaante hai isse?
Caretaker- Haan saabji, par yaha kaise aa aayi yeh?
Maan told him everything n the caretaker offered to leave her home.
Maan- Nahi mai isse khud ghar chodunga.
So the caretaker told him the way to Geet's house. While in the car Geet stole glances at him. Somehow he intrigued her like an odd mixture of water n oil. The faint gentleness stood out from the fearsome exterior. Then maybe she was wrong. She was just a liability for him n he was trying to get rid of her as smoothly as possible. A knot twisted inside her when the car stopped outside her house. She took in a strong breath, steeled herself n got off the car. Passing him a shallow smile she walked inside without giving another backward glance.
Why it irked him so much? It was as if something was pulling him back. His hands gripped on the steering so tight that his knuckles shone white. He was rude to her so very much n she was... fragile n delectable. To check her n tend her injury was a test of patience n the knowledge ate him alive. From the corner of his eyes he saw her cloth bag below the passenger seat. God knew he just needed a reason to go back. Maan pulled the gear n the car took a U-turn.
When the door of her house opened he heard the brutal sound of someone being hit. Ignoring the protests of the girl who had opened the door he walked past her into the house n towards the living room, his heart beating fast. His eyes widened as the scene unfolded before him. Dumbfounded, he could do nothing in that second as a back of hand slapped against her face. The man had her hairs fisted in his other hand. Tears were leaking out of her eyes but she just flinched against the tremendous gush of the slap.
Maan-with purposeful steps-strode towards the man, held his hand n freed her from his grip. Her legs gave up n Geet fell on the floor, her lips cut n blood trickling from the corner, hairs disheveled, arms bruised from where she was gripped like an animal. The man jerked his hand out of Maan's hold n in rage started ahead to kick Geet. But Maan positioned himself in front, blocking his path.
Taayaji roared- Kaun ho tum?
Geet's cousin-Teeji-came ahead n whispered something into Taayaji's ear. Taayaji's eyes widened n some of the anger faded from his face. He looked at Geet with bloodshot eyes. Isse andar le jao.
Maan- yeh kahi nai jayegi. His voice was thunderous.
Taayaji cleared his throat- Humme maaf kar dijiye aapko yeh dekhna pada-
Maan cut him off- Iska kasoor kya hai?
Taayaji- Aapko isme padne ki koi zaroorat nai hai.
Maan walked closer to Geet's Taayaji. Maine pucha iski kya galti kya hai?
Yeh besharam kisi paraye mard ke saath raat guzaar kar aayi hai. Pehle hi isne khandaan ke naam pe- He gritted his teeth. Par yeh humari beti nai hai. Iska baap mar gaya aur yeh humara muh kala-
Bas. Maan eyes were blazing n promised destruction who ever went ahead to challenge him. Ek shabd aur bola toh mujhse bura koi nai hoga.
Teeji- Tum papaji ke saath aise baat nai kar sakte. As he raised his hand Maan punched him in the face. Everyone around from the family was stunned including Geet.
Maan- Yeh raat bhar mere saath thi. Meri haveli me. There were collective gasps. Aur agar kisine isse haath bhi lagaya toh mai unn haato ka wo hashra karunga ki puri duniya dekhigi. He turned around n took her hand in an iron grip pulling her up. She was shivering but her eyes were fierce. The girl before him was braver than he had thought. Mere saath cholo. His words were said with same ferocity but she felt the request in them. Geet nodded and he walked her out with dignity. Away from what everyone thought was her home.
When they reached the haveli Maan was still furious. Tumne unhe kyu nai bataya ke... humare beech kuch nai hua? Ke tum gaadi ke saame aa gai thi? When she didn't say a word his anger crossed all limits. Speak dammit!! Yeh khamooshi tumhe kuch nai deni wali samjhi tum. Agar wo tumhe maar rahe the toh tumhe chillana chahiye tha, madad bulani chahiye thi. Par tumne kuch nai kaha. KYU?
Caretaker interrupted- Maaf kijiyega saabji. Par yeh bechari bol nai sakti. The floor slipped beneath his feet. Kuch saal pehle... bahut bura hua tha iske saath tabse yeh sirf 3-4 shabd hi keh pati hai. Aur kuch nai bolti.
PRECAP- Geet crying Maan consoling😳
Selective mutism. Am not sure if u guys have heard of it. I hadn't either n m not a specialist. It's mostly found in children in different conditions but in rare cases, adults too, have this disorder due to some kind of trauma.
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Edited by OsheenDGr8 - 11 years ago
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