It was her 2nd wedding anniversary. She was getting dressed in a vermillion red color saare with matching jewelries. But the most significant fact in her whole attire was her mangalsutra & her vermillion which was adorning her sweet face. She was radiating with happiness & the small yet genuine smile on her lips was reflecting her happiness. She was almost ready when two hands encircled her from behind. She was first startled & then immediately relaxed knowing the owner of the hands. She looked up in the mirror & admired their couple in her mind.
"kya hua mishty, kaha kho gayi..???"
She turned around & rested her head on his husband's chest.
"kuch nahi...bas soch rahi hu ..kitna waqt ho gaya..."
Her husband frowned & said "matlab??"
She nuzzled her nose in her chest saying "nahi who...lagta kal hi to hamari saadi hui thi...aur aj dekho pure do sal ho gaye hai..."
Her husband separated her from himself saying "what do u mean??? Listen Mrs. Geet Maan Singh Khurana , are you trying to tell me that main Buddha ho gaya hu??"
Geet chuckled softly saying " nahi..Mr. Maan singh Khurana...I am just saying Hum sath me buddhe ho rahe hay .."
Maan too smiled & embraced her tightly remembering their two years of marriage. The path started with a struggle but then it was pure bliss. Suddenly he felt his shirt getting soaked with water. He immediately straightened & pulled away. He lifted geet's face through her chin saying "kya hua baby??? "
Geet nodded her head in denial saying "kuch nahi...??"
Maan smiled saying " apne jangli ko nahi batayogi??"
Geet smiled in amidst of tears remembering the name she used to call him in their initial days of marriage. He was such a mess. Not one of things was used to be in their place. Geet was initially too much frustrated by this kind of behavior. All her life she was always very much arranged. But after marriage she found herself in a total mess of everything. Her & maan's very arguments were based on this. But gradually they found out a common way.
"ab bolo bhi kya hua???"
Geet looked downwards saying " Papa ki yaad aa rahi hai maan..Kash who bhi aj hote..."
Maan sighed & took a crying geet near the bed " mishty aise royogi to kya papa ko accha lage ga..please baby...aise nahi karte "
Geet tried to smile to hide her pain saying " I know maan...bas kabhi kabhi ho jata hai..ap jaiyye jakar ready ho jaiyye..niche sab humara wait kar rahe honge.."
Geet came back from college just like another day. She was the 3rd year student in English literature department. All her life she dreamt of being a writer & her dad always supported her. He believed in her when sometimes she even didn't believe in herself. He got her focus back whenever she lost it. He gave her all the motherly affection whenever she missed her mother. He was everything to her, a friend, a philosopher, a guide, a teacher & most importantly her beloved PAPA.
"yaha hu main.." Mohinder handa spoke loudly from the kitchen.
Geet frowned & went towards the kitchen & went under a small mini heart attack seeing the condition of the kitchen. It was a total disaster. It looked like a small tornado has passed. Vegetables are on the floor, all dry ingredients all over the kitchen. Geet looked dangerously towards her papa who condition was just like kitchen, a total disaster. Her papa in return gave him a cheeky smile.
"who main...tumhare liye kuch banana ki koshish kar raha tha.."
"kisne kaha tha apko yeh sab karne ki...aur ghar ke sare servants kaha hai??"
Mohinder gave another smile to Geet saying "Maine sab ko chutti de di, maine socha aj tumhare liye main kuch banau.."
Geet looked at this impossible man but shook her head sighing " apne apna haal kya banaya hain dekha hai,aur yeh kichen..uff papa ap kab sudhrenge.bache nahi hai ap.."
Mohinder pouted "main to bas.."
Geet cut him in middle saying " han samaj gayi main.. a bap jane ka kasht karenge..mujhe yeh sab saaf karna hain.."
Mohinder was going to say something but seeing the glare of her daughter he kept quite & moved away from there. Geet started cleaning everything & Mohinder kept watching her remembering his wife. He wiped a single tear seeing the resemblance of Geet & her mother. He shook his head & went upwards towards his room.
Mohinder & Geet watching a old film after the dinner as a routine of the father-daugher duo. Geet was as usual busy saying her day's happenings when Mohinder suddenly spoke "bacha, mujhe tumse kucha jaruri baat krni hain.."
Geet felt the difference in his posture & said "han papa, boliye..."
"tumhare liye aj ek rishta aya hai.. geet.."
Geet looked at her papa in confusion but didn't said anything .
"aur maine faisla kiya hain..k tumhari shadi yehi hogi..."
Geet looked her father in disbelieve saying "papa ap yeh kya keh rahe hain..ap hi ne to kaha tha jab tak mera college khtm nahi hota meri shaadi ki baat nehi ayegi is ghar me.us din apne bua ko bhi kitna sunaya is baat ko leke jab who mere liye ek rishta leke ai.toh ab achanak kyun?"
"aise rishte bar bar nehi ate beta..aur maine faisla kar lia hain tumhari shaadi yehi hogi."
"per papa,mere kuch sapne hain.apne to mera hamesha sath diya fir aj kyun achanak se yeh sab.."
Mohinder stood up & shot an angry glare to Geet "kyun ki main tumhara pita hu.tumhare zindagi ka faisla lene ka haq hain mujhe."
Mohinder went towards his room & Geet ran after him explaining her POV.
Geet initially blocked herself from everything for nearly two months. She didn't talk to anyone , just answered when necessary. But she couldn't remain that way for a very long time . Her in-laws were total darlings. She had freedom to do anything she wants. Most importantly her husband was a total support system. He took all her tantrums & unnecessary mood offs without a word. Geet started feeling very guilty about her own behavior. They were not at fault & moreover they had given her the independence to continue her studies. What more did she need?? When Geet started to behave normally with everyone, she began to fall in love with each & every person of her new family. She got the love of a mother, the love of a sister, love of a brother & most importantly the love of a husband. It didn't take a lot of time for her to fall for her husband. He was charming, supportive, sensitive & a super adorable person. He was everything a girl could dream in her life about a life-partner. He was just the person she needed in life.
Still in this phase Geet didn't contact her papa. She was still mad at him & anticipated he should come to her. She was adamant & even maan couldn't make her understand. After nearly six months of her marriage geet received a call from a hospital. Her heart almost stopped & she rushed to the hospital without saying anything.
Mohinder smiled & said in a very low voice tu brdasht nehi kar pati beta.."
"hum ache se ache doctor ke pass jate...apko kuch nahi hota.."
"main last stage cancer mein tha beta..kuch nahi ho pata...but I m going to see your mother satisfied baccha..seeing u all settled..."
Geet cryied loudly "ap ko kuch nahi hoga papa..main apko kuch nahi hone dungi.."
Geet tried everything to make her papa come back to her, but fate wasn't on her side. After that day, She spent all her time with her papa telling all about her new life. She was breaking from outside but couldn't show him that. Her support system that time was Maan. He took all her pain, supported her to overcome her sorrows when her papa departed.
FLASHBACK ENDS
Maan came back from the washroom all dressed up & found Geet near the window lost in her thoughts. Maan went towards her.
"chale..???"
Geet looked back at him saying "apko pata than a ke papa..."
Geet left her sentence in mid but Maan understood her meaning. He was surprised that she decided to talk about that which she always ignored. May be this was the best time.
"hmm...jis din who tumhara rista leke ay uss din hi unone kaha tha.. aur yeh bhi k tumhe pata nahi..aur tum is sadi se bilkul bhi khush nahi ho"
Geet smiled sadly saying "isiliye apne mere itna bad behavior jhela...main kitni buri hu na maan...papa ko kitna dukh dia aur apko bhi.."
Maan cupped her face " pls mishty.. aisa maat bolo..tumhari koi galti nahi thi...papa tumhe khush dekh kar jana chahte the.isiliye nahi kaha tha tumhe. Tumhari koi galti nahi thi.."
"kash papa ne mujhe bataya hota maan...maine unde kitna rude behave kia jab ki unone mere liye hamesha socha..main bohot buri hu" Geet had started crying loudly at the last of saying this.
Maan held Geet her shoulder & made her looked at him saying "listen to me very carefully Geet. You can't held responsible yourself for this. Tumhare papa ne decide kiya tha k who tumhe nahi batayenge. Who tumhe dukh nehi dena chahte the. To isme tumhari kya galti thi. U can't argue with ur parents for thinking about us."
Geet sobbed saying " kash papa ne bola hota... Main unke sath aur waqt bita pati "
Maan wiped her tears saying "ab jo hogaya hai use hum badal nehi sakte. We can just pray for him . haina?"
Geet nodded & felt calm after sharing everything with her maan.Suddely she pecked maan on his lips saying " I love you maan."
Maan returned her peck giving her deep kiss saying " I love u too..misty..ab chale ya aur romance karna hai??"
Geet smacked him lightly saying " chaliye.."
Maan moved out of the room while Geet placed her papa's photo on it's place saying "thank you papa,for your guidance, for your love ,for your help & most importantly for choosing maan for me..thank u papa. I love you"
Geet wiped her last tears moving downwards to celebrate the day she was bound to Maan with her family.
Every girl is her father's princess, no matter how old is she, what she is, she will remain as a little baby to her father. I have stopped writing for a long time. But this just came to me. I hope you guys will appreciate this. I dedicate this to my father who passed away last year. I MISS YOU ABBU & I LOVE YOU.
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