Milestone SS on Maan's Memory Loss Track Epilogue/Pg 85 Dt 18/03/'15 - Page 34

Part 8

[Geet's POV]

Dev had left home! Maan though had masked his face sans any emotion but I knew he was upset and worried for Dev. Dev had taken a promise from Dadimaa to let him go and not accuse or argue with Maan regarding this issue. Mummyji had suffered from a mild heart attack the very night we had met her, probably the actual facts had shocked her to the core and was hospitalized. She apologized to all for her misdeeds was ashamed of herself to have tried to ruin her own family and specially for harming Maan.

Maan had forgiven her cos he can never hate his mother. Though Mummyji refrained from mentioning Dev's name but her worry for Dev was clearly evident to all. Dadimaa too was in the same state ever since Dev left thats when Maan spoke out.

"Main jaanta hoon aap sab ko Dev ki fikar hain lekin main bhi uska bhai hoon!"

"Dev gira ... sambhal gaya ... ab dobara nahi girega! Woh badal gaya hain yeh main jaanta hoon lekin ab usse apne aap ko saabit kar ke ... apne pairon par khada hona hain!" Maan stated.

"Aap ko vishwaas hain?" Mummyji queried.

"Haan!" Maan replied firmly.

"Toh mujhe aap ke vishwaas par viswaas hain!" Mummyji's statement made Maan beam with joy.

The trust, the bond that Maan shared with Mummyji earlier, was lost in the whirlwind of doubts and conspiracy! It pained him alot but today finally truth had prevailed clearing all the misunderstandings! Maan had withdrawn the case against Mummyji but she refused to come home and left for Tirth Yatra.

Things were returning back to normal!

We were constantly in touch with Mummyji and would speak to her everyday. Nandini had joined Delhi University to complete her course. Lucky Veerji was now learning business under expert and strict guidance of Maan. Mamaji as usual were lost in his own world. Annie was going to return home soon and Dev was still untraced but after the initial days of worry now Maan seeemed calm.

I don't know why but I have a strong feeling that Maan knows about Dev!

I was back from the hospital with Maan's latest report. Maan was showing a lot of improvement and the Dr's were quite positive and sure that very soon Maan may regain his memory. Dadimaa who was impatiently waiting for me at oncepounced on me inquiring about Maan's report the moment I entered. I smiled at her and informed her.

"Maan ke report bahot acche aaye hain Dadimaa! Aur Dr ne kahan hain ke hume Maan ko dheere dheere poorani baatein yaad karani chahiye ... Issiliye maine kuch socha hain Dadimaa ..." I shared my plan with her and she readily agreed.

We all had teamed up and would try to recreate similar situations from our past in office and at home.

To instigate Maan I would rush into the washroom just when he was about to go for his bath, deliberately forgetting my clothes outside ... I would catch hold of his hand under the table during breakfast ... Purposely take him to the outhouse, tease him, taunt him trying to remind him our good old days. During NT's case discussions Maan had also got hold of Mansion's and Outhouse's CCTV footage which was another journey down the memory lane!

These small small instances did help to trigger his memory!

Though at office we couldn't do much as Maan had a fair idea of our moments after checking out all those tapes but during meetings and discussions he would voice out many important and vital details related to our past projects.

Thankfully Maan's dedication and earnest efforts of following Dr's advice, doing yoga and meditation helped him a lot and he had started getting flashes of our past.

The other day I had intentionally picked up a fight with Maan and feigned anger, as a part of our plan Dadimaa adviced him to make a scrumptous breakfast to cajole me. Though I hated the idea of having that bland breakfast but anything for My Maan! But to my surprise Maan had prepared my favourite parathas for me. I looked at him astonished as he placed the plate near me gesturing me to try them out. They were a little burnt on the sides but tasted amazing!

"Maan ... yeh parathe aap ne kaise?" Not able to contain my curiosity I queried.

"Woh maine ... net se recipe le kar banaye ... Tumhe pasand aaye" He replied hesitantly.

"Bahot acche hain! ... lekin aap toh hamesha continental khana banate hain " I asserted.

"Haan lekin tumhe toh continental khana nahi pasand na! ... Peechli baar jab maine tumhare liye mushroom omlette banaya tha tab..." He stated ignorantly.

"Maan aap ko yaad aaya ke aap ne mere liye mushroom omlette banaya tha!" I beamed happily.

Lately many such incidents and flashes had brought about a great change in him. He was more confident now and was quick enough to join all the pieces and fragments of our past ... I'm sure with little more effort and he will be able to remember everything very soon!

It was past midnight when Maan's phone buzzed breaking our slumber. Maan grogilly picked up the call but the information from the other end made him jerk out of his sleep. Maan, Dadimaa and I rushed to the given address. It was early morning when we reached a small nursing home on the outskirts of Amritsar.

Dev was admitted there! ... He was badly injured and still unconscious!

The local inspector who had called Maan last night came up to us and disclosed all the happenings.

After leaving Delhi ... Dev had joined hands with some local NGO's, taking up required permissions and assistance from the Police, Indian Embassy etc and had set up a small Help Center (HC) on the outskirts of Amritsar. Realising the impact and outcome of his sins ...Dev ... in a bid to save other innocent lives from falling prey to this NRI racket, had taken up this aim to spread awareness, guide and enlighten the people of these remote areas.

With the help of local NGO's they had succeeded to a great extent!

Dev being Maan Singh Khurana's younger brother and having full support of the Police had managed to create certain contacts in the Embassy too ... Whenever their HC was approached by the families or if the NGO's themselves came across some information of such alliances through direct or indirect sources around ... With the help of the Embassy they would run background checks of these NRI's. Their HC had jointly busted many such fake NRI's rackets and rescued many innocent girls from their evil clutches.

The inspector then divulged to us that from the past few days their organisation had got some vital information about some major NRI wedding drama to be held in one of the remote areas around. They had been tipped that this entire set up of multiple marriages had ulterior and dreadful motives. The entire operation was very risky due to lack of sufficient force here and they would have to wait for the additional forces to join them.

But Dev had been adamant that a large force would not only alert the locals around but also ruin their efforts to catch the criminals red handed. So Dev had chalked out a plan to bust this wedding in time with the available force. Though they succeeded in their mission but Dev and many other officers were badly wounded in the aggression.

Dadimaa burst into tears hearing the entire happenings. I tried to calm her down but even my heart was beating rapidly, sudden facts had kind of displaced us I looked towards Maan who stood motionless but ...

His moist eyes glistened with pride! ... And that is when I understood ... He knew it all!

'History had repeated itself!' But this time Maan saved Dev by giving him his blood and finally Dev had gained consciousness! We had informed Mummyji about Dev and she had rushed back here as soon as possible. Dadimaa and Mummyji's emotional outburst on Dev for risking his life prompted Dev to voice out his perception.

"Zindagi mein pehli baar maine kuch aisa kiya hain jis se main khud apne aap se nazren mila sakta hoon! ... Aur yeh sab main sirf Bro ki wajah se kar paaya!"

"Matlab?" Both Dadimaa and Mummyji asked in unison.

"Dadimaa aap ne uss din sirf Bro ka gussa dekha aur unki oonchi awaaz suni lekin maine pehli baar woh suna jo Bro mujhe kehna chahte the! Bro ne baar baar yeh kaha ke na jaane kitni aisi ladkiyaan issi tarah fake NRI's ke shikaar banti hogi ... Jo Geet ke saath hua woh kisi aur ke saath bhi ho sakta hain ... toh yeh crimes kaise rukenge!"

"Main nahi jaanta ke main kismatwala hoon ya badkismat hoon ke mujhe NT ki wajah se apne gunahon ki sazaa nahi mil paayi! ... Agar main jail chala jaata toh kuch saal apni sazaa kaat kar bahar aa jaata lekin ... bahar reh kar main har pal maut se badtar sazaa mahsoos karta tha! ... Sabki nazron mein kabhi apne liye nafrat (hate) ...kabhi sharmindgi (shame) dekhta toh main apni nazron mein baar baar girta!"

"Mujhe ghinn (disgust) aati thi apne aap se apne wajood (existence) se!" He confessed.

"Aur hamesha ki tarah Bro ne mujhe sahi raasta dikhaya! ... Apne paapon (sins) ka prayaschit (remorse) karne ka raasta! ... Geet ke saath jo maine kiya uski sazaa mujhe Bhagwaan kya denge yeh main nahi jaanta lekin ... agar main kisi ek Geet ko kisi ek Dev ke haathon barbaad hone se rok paaya toh mere paapon ka bojh kuch kam ho jaayega!"

"Lekin iss tarah akele ..." Dadimaa rued.

"Akele kahan Dadimaa ... Bro the na mere saath ... Hamesha!" He claimed.

"MAAN??" Both Dadimaa and Mummyji questioned surprised.

"Haan Bro! ... Aap ko kya lagta hain ke yeh saari permissions, yeh support, Embassy se mujh jaise criminal ko cooperation milna ... yeh sab bina Maan Singh Khurana ki help ke possible tha?"

"Bro saaye ki tarah har pal mere saath chal rahe the ... taake main dobara na giru ... kamzor na pad jaaun!"

"Bro shayad ab ... Aap ko mere jaise bhai hone par sharam nahi aayegi" Dev broke down.

Maan who all this while stood silently in a corner moved to Dev's side and hugged him carefully and spoke out.

"Dev aaj mujhe tum par garv hain ke tumne sahi maayno mein Khurana khaandaan ki izzat, uske sanskaar aur apni parvarish ka maan rakha! ... Tumne apne gunah ko apni shramindgi (shame) nahi balke apni taaqat (strength) bana kar dusron ki zindagi bachayi hain!" Maan proudly announced.

"Maan sahi keh rahe hain Dev ... kal maine tumhe sirf issliye maaf kiya tha kyunki main apne ateet se aage badhna chahti thi ... iss parivaar mein shanti chahti thi!

"... lekin aaj Khurana khandaan ki bahu ya tumhare Bro ki biwi nahi balke ... woh ladki Geet jiski zindagi ki barbaadi (ruin) ki dastaan (story) tumne likhi thi woh ... Aaj tumhe sacche dil se maaf kar rahi hain!"

"Geet ke paas uska Maan tha jis ne usse bachaya ... uski zindagi ka rukh (direction) badal diya ... aur apne pyaar ki panaahon (shelter) mein sambhal liya!"

"Lekin har ladki ki kismat mein Maan nahi hota aur tumne unn massom ladkiyon ki zindagi barbaad hone se bacha kar bahot bada kaam kiya hain!" My words choked as my past flashed in front of my eyes.

I always wanted to punish Dev and NT for their deeds not out of revenge but to make sure that people are aware about these henious crimes so other families don't ruin the lives of their daughters in craze of getting NRI alliance.

As they say its more important 'to stop a crime' and today Dev had taken that intiative.

Dev had recovered totally. Maan had made all the arrangements for shifting Dev and the other officers to Delhi to ensure better medical care and treatment. This entire case received a wide media coverage! The families of the victims also came forward not only to accept their folly but also expressed their gratitude to their HC for saving their daughters future and their families honour. The exposure to this case brought in light one of the biggest crimes committed in the interiors of our country and how these crimes and the victims were muted in the name of family honour.

Though Dev had taken up this task to curb such crimes but Maan was the driving force and I know he had a major hand in wide media coverage that this case had received. He had not only like father guided Dev in a right direction but also as dutiful citizen fought against this horredous act.

I switched off the TV ... Happy to see the news flashes that series of other such arrests had been done in past few days.

Like all my other dreams and wishes! ... Maan had fulfilled my this quest for justice!!

"Jo mere saath hua woh kisi aur ke saath ab nahi hoga!" I assured myself.

Maan hugged me from behind resting his chin on my shoulder and asked.

"Kya hua Geet? ... Tum muskura kyun rahi ho?"

"Kuch nahi Maan ... Bas ek kahaani yaad aa gayi ... Jahan ek rajkumar ne ek aam ladki ke saare sapne poore kar diye aur uski zindagi khushiyon se bhar di!" I confessed turning around and hugged him tight.

The troubled times had ended but guess there was more to come before calm settles in our household!

NT had attempted suicide in jail!

She was very critical when we all reached the hospital. According to the jail officials and her inmates statements NT had completely broken down post both the families disowned her! Her every attempt to get out of the jail had failed. Her lawyers, her friends, her aids etc turned away from her making her realize what she had lost in her life in the lust to achieve power and wealth! Slowly slowly she had created a shell around herself and would hardly speak to anybody.

The final blow was the news about how Dev had turned his life around! She had come across this news somehow and her self loathing aggravated. Ashamed and guilty of her deeds she had slit her wrist with a broken piece of glass, the authorities had no clue how she got hold of that glass piece. While struggling for her life she had put forward a wish to meet us all.

Before breathing her last she had genuinely apologized to all of us for all her deeds and even her suicide note expressed how much she regretted the wrong notions and decisions she took to fulfill her greedy desires!

'Kuch paane ki chah mein ... usne apna sab kuch kho diya!'

Dev had forgiven her and also comforted her by taking her in his arms ... NT was at peace in her last moments. Though Arjun and his family couldn't reach in time to meet her but they did manage to reach for her funeral. It was NT's request that Dev performs her last rites as she wanted to leave this world as Dev's suhaagan.

Once Dev was all fine he had put forward his wish to continue being a part of the organisation. He tried to reason out with Dadimaa that this work gives him satisfaction and happiness. Reluctantly all had agreed and even Mummyji volunteered to join him as this would give her meaningless life a right direction. Dev and Mummyji left.

Though Maan was happy for Dev but somewhere it saddened him that our family was again scattered. He had become unusually silent! His Dr adviced us to take him out for a holiday maybe a change in place will cheer him up.

But persuading Maan Singh Khurana for a holiday is a tough row to hoe!! (tough task)

"Lekin main bhi Geet Maan Singh Khurana hoon! ... Ghee agar seedhi ungli se nahi nikla toh main poora dabba hi ulta kar doongi!"

I was flipping pages of some random file when Pinky transferred a call to me and ...

I mentally patted myself as a superb idea struck me!

"Shaabaash Geet!"

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[Maan's POV]

I'm still surprised why out of the blue! ... Geet had scheduled this client meeting here in Manali!

I'm sure Aadi had told me about this client, who had agreed to come to Delhi to finish off the final formalities of this land deal. The client was supposed to get back to us with confirm details of his arrival in Delhi. I wonder what conversation he had with Geet the other day that prompted him to change his plan. Geet had without my knowledge not only confirmed our visit here but had also cancelled all my meetings back in Delhi. Full day she had practically stalked me around so that I agree to come here.

And as usual she won!!

Since morning she has been dragging me around with her, its peak tourist season here and with so much crowd I was getting irritated! Our meeting was scheduled in afternoon and all of a sudden she chickened out from accompanying me citing an excuse of being tired. Having no other option I had to go alone to complete the required formalities. Just sometime back she messaged me to be here once I'm done with the meeting.

"Yeh ladki sach much mujhe paagal kar degi!" I huffed as I entered the place she had mentioned.

It seemed like a indoor market place with a lot of stalls. The whole place was so vibrant and colourful! There was something about this place which seemed familiar to me ... Like I've been here earlier? ... Yeah ... Geet had mentioned we had come here last year for some deal ... Maybe we must have visited this place then and thats why Geet must have called me here ... I'm sure she must be busy shopping here somewhere!

I headed to the main porch to look out for Geet when a series of flashes and some random voices started echoing in my mind! I closed my eyes to get a grip on myself thats when I realized the voices weren't random ones but ...

I was baffled to see Geet dressed in a yellow churidaar-kurta moving around from stall to stall checking out clothes, bangles etc. I raised my hands to call out to her but she disappeared then suddenly she held my arm and spoke out.

"Kuch seekhiye ... dekhiye waha log kitna khul kar has rahe hain ... charon ore kitne rang aur kitni khushiyaan hain!"

Before I could reprimand her for playing such games with me she again vanished and then stood by the adjacent corridor glaring at me.

"Aap ek kaam kyun nahi karte ... aap na ek allergy ki dawai rakha kijiye ... Haan ... jab bhi kisi ko haste hue dekhiye na ek kha lijiye ... Shayad aap ki problem kam ho jaayegi!" She taunted.

"GEET ..." I was about to burst out when my cell buzzed.

I stood stupefied for few moments after answering the call. Geet had called inquiring about my whereabouts but due to some disturbance the call disconnected and thats when I realized that ...

Geet wasn't here! ... I was hallucinating! ... Or probably they were flashes of our past which seemed to come alive!

My cell buzzed again and I answered.

"Geet tum kahan ho? ... Tum wahin ruko main abhi aata hoon!"

Still talking on the phone I rushed towards the exit only to bump into someone. I apologized to the man and assured Geet I'll be there soon! ... Cutting the call I hurriedly asked the man to guide me to ABC Road. He didn't answer me so I looked up at him only to find him giving me a taunting smile. I raised my brow not exactly understanding the reason of his weird behaviour. Before I could speak to him ... Some more instances flashed in front of my eyes.

I knew this man!

"Geet ka naam sirf Maan ke saath accha lagta hain!"... "Maan ki Geet!"..."Geet ... Maan Singh Khurana ki mangetar hain! ... sirf meri" The words echoed in my mind ... again!

"Kya hua Khurana saab aap ki mangetar Geet ...phir kahin kho gayi?" The man mocked.

"Mangetar nahi Mr Rawal ... Meri biwi ... Mrs Geet Maan Singh Khurana!" I corrected him.

"Aur woh khoyi nahi hain bas mera intezaar kar rahi hain! ... Aur apni Geet tak pohuchne ke liye mujhe aap ki koi zarurat nahi hain! ... Samjhe aap!" I countered proudly.

Though I didn't want that man to see my vulnerability ... But the fact that Geet had actually lost her way ... had scared the hell out of me!

She had panicked and was crying somewhere on some lonely road. I finally got the direction to that place and rushed there. I didn't remember our past but the mere thought of loosing Geet had me shaking in fear!

"Geet meri zindagi hain! ... Aur main usse kho nahi sakta!"

One side I was battling with myself ... trying every moment to remember the lost time and other side Geet had become a part of my soul! How am I supposed to protect her when I'm feeling so clueless and helpless !!

It had started snowing all of a sudden ... I tried to call her but her phone was out of coverage area. Due to the snow storm there were hardly any people around ... Each moment was increasing my fear! And then I saw a lone figure dressed in a yellow suit limping towards me.

Was I hallucinating again? ... I closed my eyes in defeat praying to The Almighty to help me out of this trauma! It was all too much for me! ... My mind was playing games with me! ... And I couldn't even differentiate between real and imaginary!

"Babaji ... please mujhe apni Geet se milwa dijiye!!" Like hearing my plea as I opened my eyes only to come face to face with a disheveled and petrified Geet.

She just pounced on me hugging me tightly and I too grasped her to me like my life depended on her ... shielding her away from the whole world!

She clutched to me crying her heart out! She was still trembling in fear ... She murmured something but I couldn't hear her. Slowly breaking the hug I kissed away her tears. She limped close to me and hugged me again like seeking my warmth. Only then did I notice that her dress was all wet and she was shivering! I assume in her fear and tension to search the way she had sprained her leg and was in too much pain.

"Geet yaha rukna theek nahi ... Tum bimaar pad jaaongi! " I stated.

The storm had begun to pick up speed and in no ways we could make it to our hotel. In my anxiety to search Geet I hadn't noticed this earlier but now looking around I realized ...

I had been to this area today with the client and now Khurana Constructions was the proud owner of this entire property! I had seen a small abandoned cottage down the road and the client informed me that as this was a restricted property so nobody resides here. I just lifted her up in my arms while she wrapped her arms around my neck resting her head on my shoulder as this was her rightful place! A sense of calm settled on her face and in my heart as I headed towards that cottage.

Once inside the safe confines of the cottage, I settled Geet on the bed and tried to move away to check out the place but Geet held on to me nodding a no.This incident had totally shaken her up. I tried to mask my emotions not wanting her to sense my vulnerability as it would worsen her condition.

Probably for the first Maan Singh Khurana was feeling scared ... very scared!!

"Ssh ... Geet rona bandh karo ... Main yahin hoon tumhare paas." I tried to comfort her.

"Maan ... main bahot darr gayi thi ... mujhe laga ke maine aap ko kho diya aur ... ab main aap se kabhi nahi mil paaungi!" She voiced out her fear still clinging to me.

Placing my palm on her lips I stated.

"Aisa kabhi nahi hoga! ... Geet ko uske Maan se alag koi nahi kar sakta!" I affirmed.

A strong gush of wind through the open window broke our moment! Geet shivered as the cold wind hit her damp body. Blinking my eyes in assurance I stood up and closed the windows. Luckily there were some logs of woods in the fire place along with a matchbox, after lighting the fire I turned to Geet who had curled up in ball due to the chill. Her wet clothes stuck to her body, immediately reaching by her side I looked around but there was nothing much here. Though my coat was damp but my shirt was dry enough and Geet could wear it, removing my coat I started unbuttoning my shirt and passed it to her gesturing her to wear it. She tried to get up but ...

Though we were married but post my accident we had never been intimate! There had always been an invisible line between us but today it felt like...

All the barriers were broken!

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Hesitantly I forwarded my hand to help her change ... She for a moment glanced in my unsure eyes then placing her hand in my hand she nodded.

I lifted her and walked to the carved wooden partition at the corner of the room and put her down gently moving away giving her the privacy to change. I switched off all the lights leaving only the fire to illuminate the room. Her agonized moan made me rush to her, she stood there coyly dressed in my white shirt which fell till mid thighs and her churidaar half down her legs. I assume she winced in pain while removing her churidaar.

I didn't look down at her partially bare legs not wanting her to feel awkward, maintaining our eye contact I knelled down carefully lifting her leg and placing it on my thigh I slowly removed her churidaar. Settling her again on the bed I held her leg firmly and putting pressure on her leg jerked it hard inorder to set it. Tears brimmed in her eyes due to immense pain and all I could do was to kiss her feet!

Mere Haath Mein Tera Haath Ho Saari Jannatein Mere Saath Ho... (2)

Tu Jo Paas Ho Phir Kya Yeh Jahaan Tere Pyar Mein Ho Jaaun Fanaa

Mere Haath Mein Tera Haath Ho Saari Jannatein Mere Saath Ho

Tu Jo Paas Ho Phir Kya Yeh Jahaan Tere Pyar Mein Ho Jaaun Fanaa

Mere Haath Mein Tera Haath Ho Saari Jannatein Mere Saath Ho

I have always been in control over my emotions but today some force was compelling me to surrender to this moment and I did abide! My compressed emotions found their way out through my eyes. She raised her hand to wipe my tears but I held it near my lips and kissed her soft hand.

Cupping my face in her palms she inched forward kissed my tears away ... then pecked my forehead ... my nose ... Her each touch acted as a balm to my pained heart and troubled soul!

Tere Dil Mein Meri Saanson Ko Panaah Mil Jaaye

Tere Ishq Mein Meri Jaan Fanaa Ho Jaaye

My heart ... my body ... my soul craved for her ... for her love! ... She was mine and I wanted to claim her! Pulling her close to me I held her head in place and closed the distance between our lips. I let out all my pent up feelings in the kiss as my mouth claimed her! Seeking every pain off her and bestowing her with my warmth.

Jitne Paas Hain Khushbu Saans Ke

Jitne Paas Hothon Ke Sargam

Jaise Saath Hain Karvat Yaad Ke

Jaise Saath Baahon Ke Sangam

I laid her on the bed started kissing her face and them making my way down to her jaw, neck, collar... I pulled the shirt down her shoulder licking the silky expanse as she moaned. Holding my head she pulled me up, trying to read something in my eyes and then turned her face to a side. Misreading her move I tried to get away from her but she held my arm ... pulling me down on her she kissed my lips giving me her approval! Submitting, surrendering herself to me she deepened the kiss. and that was all I needed!

Jitne Paas Paas Khwaabon Ke Nazar

Utni Paas Tu Rehna Humsafar

Tu Jo Paas Ho Phir Kya Yeh Jahaan

Tere Pyar Mein Ho Jaaun Fanaa

Mere Haath Mein Tera Haath Ho Saari Jannatein Mere Saath Ho

Within moments our clothes were flung away. My passion unleashed as I claimed and marked each part of her body with my hands and mouth. Her petite body wriggled below me as I kissed, licked , nipped, suckled and teased her secrets ... Her innocent touches ignited something deep within me! I looked in her eyes seeking her permission and she blinked in assurance as I slid in her. She clutched the sheets tight and arched her back in response as we both moved towards a most natural goal!

I gathered her in my arms kissing her hard drowning her moans in my mouth as we both hit our moment together!

Rone De Aaj Hamko Do Aankhen Sujaane De

Baahon Mein Lene De Aur Khud Ko Bheeg Jaane De

Hain Jo Seene Mein Qaid Dariya Woh Choot Jaayega

Hain Itna Dard Ke Tera Daaman Bheeg Jaayega

[Geet's POV]

Maan collapsed on me burying his face in the crook of neck he cried his heart out! I had sensed his turmoil long back and his futile attempt to shield his unrest state of mind. I let him cry knowing he needed to vent out all his pent up emotions and pain! This man who has always stood like a rock in the worst of circumstances never wanting to show his weakness to the world. He has been single handedly battling his destiny to overcome all confusions and insecurities due to his memory loss!

Hugging him tight trying to calm his shattered soul!

Jitne Paas Paas Dhadkan Ke Hain Raaz

Jitne Paas Bundon Ke Baadal

Jaise Saath Saath Chanda Ke Hain Raat

Jitne Paas Nainon Ke Kaajal

The slow rhythmic beating of his heart against mine indicated that he was at peace now. Tears slid down my face ... tears of happiness of our beautiful moment that had created an aura of eternal bliss! Closing my eyes I bent and kissed Maan. This man was the reason of my existence ... he had given me this new life ... realized all my dreams ... stood by me in my each battle!

There were times when we nearly lost each other but today all the pain seemed to vanish!

Jitne Paas Paas Saagar Ke Lehar

Utne Paas Tu Rehna Humsafar

Tu Jo Paas Ho Phir Kya Yeh Jahaan

Tere Pyar Mein Ho Jaaun Fanaa

Mere Haath Mein Tera Haath Ho Saari Jannatein Mere Saath Ho

He lifted up his face turned and looked in my eyes. His eyes held so much pain, turmoil, angst yet a distinct calm! I was lost in his eyes for few moments and then whispered, "I love you!"

I wanted him to know at this moment what he meant to me! ... what these close moments meant to me!

Adhoori Saans Thi Dhadkan Adhoori Thi Adhooren Hum

Magar Ab Chaand Poora Hain Falak Pe Aur Ab Pooren Hain Hum

"I love you too ...!" These were only words he could manage at this moment.

He smiled slightly through his moist eyes and resumed his old position settling his face in my neck and dozed off. My eyes too grew heavy as the emotional and physical toll had exhausted both of us but still a smile adorned our lips ...

A smile of fulfillment of our relation! ... A union of our love! ... Amalgamation of our passion and pain!