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CHAPTER 14
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It was Friday evening, Yash and Meera's Wedding Reception. The Palacial Khurana Mansion (KM) was dressed like a bride with twinkling lights. Making the magnificent building look as if umpteen number of stars from sky have come down to grace it! The new royalty of modern times i.e. Industrialist, film stars, politicians etc. were present in their designer clothes, jewellery, luxury brand watches, hand bags and shoes, getting down from their expensive limousines. Each celebrity willing to out do the other. Geet and Pinky were in a taxi and did not know if behind the line of the expensive limousines will their depleted looking taxi be allowed to enter? Although their taxi driver got in the long line but he was sceptical looking at the two girls sitting in rear seat of his taxi wearing modest clothes and jewellery can be the invited guests of THE Khuranas. The innocent guy did not know that one of the girl sitting maybe the future Mrs. MSK. Slowly and steadily the taxi reached the main gate where they were stopped but Geet showed the security the invitation card. On inspecting the card, the security in-charge called KM and spoke to some one there on his walkie talkie. Soon there was a white limousine waiting, the security respectfully asked Geet and Pinky to get down and sit in the limousine. Girls did as were told and were dropped at the entrance of KM. On getting the message of security in-charge on his walkie talkie, Maan was about to go and recieve them when Dadimaa asked him to send her personal limousine to recieve Geet and Pinky as media was waiting outside and thereby will disrupt the traffic further. Dadimaa wanted Maan to realise importance of true love in his life. She wants him to understand how precious is someone's love is which Maan had destroyed in fit of his rage. Others had not seen as yet, but Savitri Devi had seen Geet's love for Maan in Geet's eyes. Being mature by age and emotions as well as being a woman, Savitri Devi could see a young girl's love! Therefore she was not allowing Maan to come close to Geet easily as well as not letting Geet get married to someone else! She had also made her family promise that no one will help Maan in his this quest
As the limousine came nearer to the mansion, Geet gasped at the Palacial splendour of Khurana Mansion in front of her. Making her resolve stronger that there no match between her dream prince and her. Although Geet was avoiding Maan but he was, he is and will always be her first and last love! It is a different matter that they can't be one due to difference in their wealth and status. Geet stepped out of limousine wearing a white saree with beautiful emberiordery on the border. She had straightened her thick wavy hair on Pinky's insistence giving her an elegant look. She had just darkened her eyes with kohl and wore lip gloss with beautiful long earrings in her ears and silver heels in her feet.
Despite of her simple look she was looking one of the most beautiful girl present in the reception. Maan was dressed in black formal trousers and black dress shirt wearing a spotlessly white jacket. Maan with his killer looks and smashing attire was giving heart attack to all girls and even married young ladies.
He forwarded his hand to guide Geet but she just avoided him after formally greeting him. She went forward and touched Dadimaa and Pammi's feet.
Maan was now getting what he deserved but he was not liking this cold treatment by Geet at all! It was rubbing MSK's ego the wrong way! Pinky was getting curious as MSK was never this attentive to any woman. Dadimaa introduced Geet and Pinky to daughters and daughters-in-law of some of their relatives and close family friends. After sometime, Geet was with Yash, Meera, Dadimaa and Daarji on the dias when Rishabh Singhania entered.
Just then Pinky called Geet and she left the dias telling Dadimaa of her whereabouts. Rishabh first came and congratulated Yash & Meera; then touched Dadimaa's feet; and last went to Daarji, touched his feet and softly(so only Lala Sukhwinder Singh Handa could hear) said, "Pranaam Dadaji!" Hearing "Pranaam Dadaji!", Daarji started prespiring and feeling dizzy. He would have fallen if Rishi would not have caught him. Before anyone else could say anything Rishi said, "Main inhe andar le jaata hoon. Aap log yaheen rahiye kyunki aap ke guest hain!" (I'll take him inside. You all be here with the guests!) Dadimaa nodded in understanding and asked Vicky, Nakul and Deepak to help Rishi with Daarji. Vicky took them to the study lounge as it was away from where the main wedding reception was being held hence the lounge had low level of noise!
Once Daarji calmed down he said, "Tu Virender aur Pallavi ka puttar hai na?" Rishi nodded in affirmative. "Gayatriji kaisi hain?" (You are Virender and Pallavi's son? Rishi nodded in affirmative. "How is Gayatri Ma'am?)
"Woh abb iss duniya mei nahi hain! Dadaji, mujhe maaf kardijiye ki mai aapse pehle milne nahi aa paaya. Nani-sa ne mujhe apni kasam di thee!" (She is no longer alive. Please forgive me that I couldn't come and meet you earlier as she had made me promise that in her life time, I'll never meet you or talk to you!)
"Mai samjh sakta hoon beta. Woh ek rajsi parivaar se theen aur hum ek gareeb kissan. Humara koi maile nahi tha. Kaash woh mujhe bass yeh bataa dete teen ki mere Virender ki nishaani zindaa hai toh itne saal jo dard andar hi andar mujhe khaaye jaa raha hai woh thoda kam ho jaata. Khair! Beta tumhara naam kya hai?" (I understand. She was from royal family and we were poor farmer's family! I only wish if she would have told me of your being alive so this guilt which is killing me from inside for many years would have been reduced. Anyway! What is your name, my child?)
"RISHABH! Aap mujhe Rishi bula sakte hain! Dadaji kya mai aapki godhi mei apna sar rakh sakta hoon?" (RISHABH! You can call me Rishi. Can I put my head in your lap?)
"Haan kyun nahi beta!" (Yes why not my son?)
"Dadaji! Nani-sa ne mujhe har woh cheez di jo paise se kharidi jaa sakti hai magar pyaar nahi de sakeen. Acche school mei padhaaya, acche kapedhe dilaya, shishtachaar shikhaya, bolne ka saleeka sikhaya, magar apni godhi mei sar rakh kar kabhi nahi sulaaya!" (Grandma gave me everything that money can buy but could not give me love. Gave me good education, good clothes, taught me correct etiquette, correct diction but never made me sleep in her lap!)
"Rishi, mujhe tumhare pita Virender jaise bete aur tum jaise pote ki zarurat hai. Virender ke jaane ke baad..." (Rishi, I also needed a son like your father and grandson like you. After Virender's death...) Lalaji started narrating his life after death of Virender.
The door suddenly opened with a bang and Geet stood there red with anger fuming and breatheless, not realising that Rishi is present there with his head on Daarji's lap in a far off corner. In her angry state she just started blabbering.
"Mujhe abhi wapis jaana hai! Ek minute nahi rehana! Agar Meera didi ke jeth na hote toh mai dikhati! Shaant ho jaa Geet, agar Daarji ne dekh lia? Shaant toh mai thi jab se unhone woh gandi baatein kaheen. Magar abb nahi. Pehle mujh par gussa karte hain. Kiss haq se? Patta nahi. (Maan had walked in unnoticed by the trio!) Agar koi ladka apni maa se keh kar mere liya shaadi ka prastaav bhejta hai toh kya isme meri galati hai? Nahi na! Agar maine rishte ke liye haan kar bhi di toh bhi kiss haq se woh mere par gussa ho rahe hain. Kya woh mere mangetar hain? NAHI! Mere pati hain? NAHI! Yaa woh jisse mera rishta honewala hain NAHI NA? Toh kiss haq se mere par dhaus jamaa rahe hain? Magar gussa toh MAAN SINGH KHURANA ki naak par tikka rehta hai. Mere manna karne par bhi mere saath zabardasti dance kiya woh bhi angrezi chipaknewala sabke saamne. Chi.. Chi...Haaye Babaji ! Bikul sharam nahi aai aur abb bhi mujhse keh rahe hain ki main unhe..." (I want to leave at once! I can't stay a minute here! I would have shown him my true form, if he was not Meera's BIL. Calm down Geet! What will you answer Daarji? I was calm even after he said those obsene words! But no longer! He gets angry at me. With what right? None!(Maan had walked in unnoticed by the trio!) If a boy likes me and sends a marriage proposal for me through his mother, then what is my fault? None! Even if I did happen to agree, what right does he have to get angry on me? Is he my fiance? NO! Is he my husband? NO? Or is my prospective groom? NO! Then with what right is he showing me his attitude?? But anger is always on the tip of Mr. Maan Singh Khurana's nose. As if that was not enough, he forcibly did a Western close dance with me in front of everyone. It was so embarassing and even now he wants me to...) Pair of hard male lips smacked on soft female ones. Maan held her in his tight vice like embrace which Geet was unable to break despite of hitting him with her small fists. Maan was slowly sucking the sweet nectar from Geet's mouth which he wanted to do since he saw her playing with little girls on the pond! Both Maan and Geet were unaware that two shocked men were in the room witnessing this intimate moment of Maan and Geet.
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