Part 54: Letter to the mother of my child
After a while Geet stepped out of his embrace and fiddled around in her chest of drawer searching for something, finally pulling out an old blood stained letter and passed it over to Maan.
'Read it' she ordered softly before he could ask 'What's this?' and then cuddled back into his chest, feeling too weak to voice out the rest of her story
'To the women I wronged' was crossed out haphazardly and replaced by 'To the mother of my unborn child', he looked over at Geet in confusion before pulling out the contents.
To Geet
I don't know how to start this, I know I was wrong but trust me I never intended to give pain.
I was forced into the alliance by my mother. I never wanted to marry you or anybody else for that matter.
I loved someone else, I have her in all my heart and soul. I married my love before I married you but my mother ruined it all. She threatened to kill herself and then my love left me alone. In the darkest hour of my life, I was given only one option and that was to marry you. I tried to be a good husband, I swear I tried to be a fair husband and you made it easy. You gave me that space to adapt to the change, you were so very different to what I thought.
I wish it was different, I wish I didn't hurt you. Any man would die to be with you! You're an exceptional woman but just not for me. After a few weeks into our marriage, she came back with the news that she's expecting my child. I just couldn't let her mother my child on her own, you know what the world thinks. So I did what I thought was best, yes it was coward of me to not come clean and to blame you for a mistake that you never committed. But I was being selfish, I didn't want anyone to think bad about her and our child. I know you must be thinking why now, why do I even bother when it's too late but now that I'm going to be a father. I feel scared, even more so knowing we're having a daughter. I don't want my daughter to suffer because of my doing. She's innocent in all this and so are you. You deserve to know why we never shared a normal relationship, why I never cared. It's because I loved her, always have done always will do. I won't ask for forgiveness because I don't deserve it.
I'm sorry
Vikram
Maan wanted to rip the letter to shreds but instead he left it to a side, away from his vision. His insides boiled thinking of the injustice Geet faced. If Vikram wasn't dead already, he would have been now! He saw her looking at the envelope smeared with that man's blood and upon closer inspection, he realised something else was written on it.
'Please I beg you to mother my child' it wasn't clean and neat like the letter but it was after all written by a dying man in his last hour. Maan wanted to ask many question but seeing Geet lost, he let her be. Frankly speaking he himself was lost in her life, a life which he was finally understanding.
'Your a great women you know that' he whispered pulling her closer
'Does it change things between us, I mean dadi thinks Muskaan is and you' her spoke between cries
'Shhh' he placed his index finger on her lips silencing her questions and insecurities
'Geet I loved you then and I love you now but promise to love you more tomorrow' he stated smiling while she just cried some more
'Geet yeh aansoo jo hai, woh insan se apni soch samaz ne ki takat kaamzor kadetta hai. Aansoo se kuch teek na ho lekin humari knowledge zorrur kaam hojata hai' he advised on a lighter note before cupping her face and placing a delicate kiss on her forehead. It was a simple way of letting her know that he would be there for her no matter what. That he respected for her, that he cared for her and that he loved her
'See in the haze you never realised what a phenomenal woman you are' he was proud, proud to have fallen with a woman with a golden heart
'It doesn't matter what it says on medical reports or on papers, Muskaan is our baby' he confirmed to a smiling Geet. Yes Muskaan was hers right from the beginning. Her smile, her happiness, her life.
'Geet its best to give her away to an orphanage' Brij advised, it was late night but still Geet couldn't decide the future of the little girl.
'hmm' came the response. Why was life so hard? It was as if she was being pranked, her life was one big rude joke
'Geet if you think you can do justice to the baby girl then don't' requested Mohinder not wanting to see another child suffer in the name of neglect and abandonment but seeing a weary Geet, he decided otherwise.
'But its best if we give her up, I don't want you to treat her as some punching bag' Mohinder stated although he knew his daughter best who wasn't a cruel woman
'Ma'am your baby' the nurse passed over a 7lb6oz newborn covered in a pink towel to Geet who stared at the little angel. Everything about the baby spoke of cuteness, Mohinder witnessed his girl who for the first time in months seemed to smile down in happiness. Geet held the child in absolute care, too afraid that she may hurt the baby, irony was that unintentionally she was planning to hurt the child by giving her away. Geet stared at the girl who gurgled at her, who commanded her attention and then she felt it. She felt the baby's small hand circle around her thump and that was it, her deserted heart was resurrected. Was is not possible for her to keep this child? Every emotion she left a second ago was replaced by something else which wasn't rage, anger, hurt or pain. It is a simple feeling, the one that spoke of the beauty of life rather than the hardship.
'Can you tell me where the nearest orphanage is?' Brij's question echoed in her mind that attacked the little piece of her heart, the bit which belonged solely for the child in her arms. Unknown of the fact this very child would become the reason for existence the very next day.
'No I want to keep her' came the smoothing voice of Geet's. She looked down at the smiling baby finally feeling at peace
'She's my baby papa, my Muskaan' a smiling Geet declared making Mohinder a happy man while upsetting her brother, Brij.
'Ouch' she mumbled flexing her stiff pain, last night both Maan and Geet slept on the couch in their upright hugging position. Her back was equally in pain and her head felt heavy from all that crying.
'Are you Ok?' she looked up from his chest to see a smiling Maan who held her tighter by the waist. To wake up to his women who was wrapped onto him, felt like a dream, a dream that he would turn to reality very soon.
'hmm' Geet smiled. She was indeed OK, the storm of emotions last night was wiped away leaving a clear blue platform where the realities of life seemed like a distant thought however the hope of an ever after radiated from her being. Muskaan was her baby and with Maan around, things would just get better. Life was finally smiling down at Geet and now Maan being her anchor, she knew life could not throw her around no more. It was time to face the warmth of the day rather the darkness of the night.
Note: I think you'll be glad to know that this is the final flashback of Geet's past
Letter to my unborn child - 2pac, so adjusted from that really.
Edited by sophiexx - 9 years ago
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