Maaneet FF: Bleeding Hearts {temporarily closed}

He strummed the last note of the song and opened his eyes to the thousands of fans standing in front of him cheering and shouting for more. The concert producers had only asked him to close the performance and he didn't have it in him to perform one more song otherwise he would have never refused fans. "Thank you Mumbai and good night," he said into the mic before walking off stage with his guitar. He did everything but stroll to his green room. He could hear the chants of the audience even though he was walking away from them. It was as if it was never going to stop until he finally reached his dressing room and shut himself in.

He leaned against the door breathing heavily and sunk down to the floor holding his guitar. He was so lost he didn't even realize that there were runaway tears. Only he knew what that song meant to him. Only he knew what that song meant. Only he knew who he sang it for. Only he knew what it took to get himself to sing that song. Those lyrics were everything he felt. How could someone capture his heart to the extent that all it craved was them? All it wanted was them. Surely after so long it would stop but then why? Why does he want to see her all the time? Touch her? Feel her in his arms? Why damn it? The continuous knocking on the door brought him out of his trance. He stood up, straightened his jacket, put his guitar on the stand in the corner of the room and opened the door. Simi walked in closing the door behind her, "You okay?" she asked concern clearly visible on her face. "I'll live," he replied flatly. "How much longer are you going to keep doing this? You're hurting inside and I know it. Every time you do something like this your wounds are only getting deeper. You're not even trying to heal," she said distressed. "What am I going to get by healing? Someone else will just come along and do the same thing. Then what?" he asked in anger. "I...I don't know but you need to let it go. It's better for you that way. It's better for everyone that way," she said hesitantly. She couldn't believe her best friend was standing in front her with tears in his eyes. She could bear anything but that. He was like a brother to her; she couldn't see him like that. She wiped away his tears and wrapped her arms around him. He gave in to her, the loneliness was too much for him. He needed someone and right now she was there for him. She always was and always would be.

"Can I get a hug too?" asked a sweet voice standing at the door. They broke the hug and turned towards the lady and man walking in. She smiled at them as if she hadn't seen them for years. "Annie!!" he exclaimed engulfing her in his arms. "I wish she gave me that much love," Arjun said in mock jealousy. They all laughed. He shook his brother-in-law's hand and asked them to sit while he closed the door. "What's happened to him?" he could hear Annie asking Simi. "Nothing's happened to him," he answered for Simi giving her a death stare. Annie stood up and walked to him taking his hand in hers, "You're lying to me. We both watched your performance tonight. We could see the rock star there. MK was there but you... you were hiding. Maan was hiding in that song. If you think I don't know anything then think again Maan. Simi told me. Did you really expect to suffer like this? All by yourself?" she asked him. Tears were forming in his eyes and took all he had to hold them back. This wasn't the time or place to do this. "Let's go home."

She sat watching the concert and waited for the closing act but the moment he came on stage she regretted waiting to see it. She felt something stab at her heart. ASR was there on stage but the Maan that had always accompanied him wasn't. She could see it in his eyes. The music started playing and she was entranced by the melody when she heard his voice. Her trance broke and she heard every word he sang. She felt her heart shatter with every word. Tears were streaming down her face and by the end of the song she had had enough. She knew the damage she had done when she had made her decision. The fact that it would damage him this much she could have never imagined. She ran to her room and threw herself on her bed crying her heart out. She couldn't get the sound of the pain in his voice out of her head. Whatever she had done had hurt her as much as it hurt him but she had hoped that after all this time he would have forgotten about her. Her eyes were red and burning but the tears didn't stop. It was as if all the tears she had held back for the past six months couldn't hold back any longer and just poured out. She had her face buried in her hands and was sobbing when her bedroom door flew open banging against the wall. "Suck it up cry baby and come downstairs. They've been calling you for the past five minutes," Preeti shouted at her before turning around and stomping off in her five inch heels. She did exactly what Preeti said and sucked it up. She went to the bathroom, washed her face and headed downstairs.

"Well, well, well. Didn't it take superstar Miss Melody long enough? Just because you're famous the world doesn't revolve you and time doesn't stop for you either," her mother yelled. "Sheela is right. We don't have all day to wait for you. They are waiting for your sister and you being the eldest need to be present," Yug said making his disapproval clear. "I don't even understand why you're getting her married. She's India's best and most wanted supermodel so why would you want to change her status by getting her married," Geet retorted. "Because this relationship will prove to be beneficial for us both. Me and him, of course. Now get moving. I don't want to be late," Preeti snapped at Geet. "I'll get my stuff and meet you at the car," Geet said before turning to go back upstairs to her room.

Half an hour later the car had stopped and Geet opened her eyes. She didn't want to see or hear anything on the way so she shut everyone and everything out. She didn't take notice of anything and just walked behind her parents and sister. They had stopped on the porch straightening up and rang the doorbell. A very what seemed to be high class lady answered the door and welcomed them in, speaking to Geet's parents as if she had known them for ages. Geet walked in behind Preeti who sauntered in as if she owned the house already. They were seated and served tea and snacks when Sheela asked, "So where is the young man?" Just then a group of people walked in through the door. "There he is," she said pointing to the group of people. As the group dispersed and a couple went upstairs the other two were in the middle of a conversation. Geet didn't know why but she had a strange feeling. One that wasn't good.

"Maan," the lady called and immediately Geet sprung up like a rocket. He turned around at his mother's call and Geet just about stopped breathing. He walked towards her but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Geet standing behind his mother. They both looked at each other, past memories flooding back but more especially the last time they ever saw each other.