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Part 1
As the little bride sat on the warm rug recalling her days in the hoshiarpur handa haveli with a faint smile on her lips, she suddenly felt a tap on her shoulder and a weight behind her. She at once guessed that it was no one else but her super possessive and loving husband, Maan.
"Hello mishty, I missed you soo much my baby." Maan drawled lazily, inhaling the intoxicating fragrance of her hair. She moaned a bit as he nuzzled her creamy nape while his hands naughtily roamed all over her delicate little body, feeling the beautiful creation of almighty.
Blinking, she let out a small sigh making herself understand that there was no escape from this love cum ordeal.
"Maan aap kyu nai samajhte? Ye aise aur kab tak chalega?" she asked him with a tearful voice. Geet was feeling empty inside, but there was little she could do, because she knew that somewhere, it was her safety which prompted a person like maan to take such a drastic step. The sad tone of his love churned maan's heart and he slowly turned her to face him, making her sit between his legs. He held geet very close to his heart, and resting his big head over her small one, replied very slowly, "Shona, mai bhi filhal kuch aur nahi kar sakta. Aur phir, bas kuch dino ki hi baat hai na. Hum logo ko sirf sahi mauke ka intezaar karna hai. Aur phir tum kyu itni pareshaan ho rai ho? Tum achhi tarah se janti ho na, ye sab magarmach well-trained hain. Inko sirf paani mei hi bhaagne ke liye rakha hai. Inko dekhte hi duur se dar ke sab log bhaag jaate hain. Bas teen mahine aur, uske baad in sab ki koi zaroorat nahi padegi, I promise you.
"Hmmm!! bas isi baat ka darr lag raha hai maan. Mai nai chahti ki aap ko mere liye koi bhi pareshaani ho jaye. Mere saath brij veerji kuch bhi karein, koi parwa nai hai mujhe, bas mai chahti hoon ki mere parivaar ko kuch nahi hona chahiye. Aur phir ghar mei annie aur dadi ji bhi to hain. Dada ji aur vicky to london mei hain. Unko to kuch nahi hoga, par yahan koi musibat aa gayi,to hum kya karenge? Ya phir shayad mujhe wapas hoshiarpur chale jana chahiye. Aap mujhe divorce de do. Main apne parivaar ko kisi musibat mei dalne ki bajai khud hi Veerji ko jo bhi mujh se chahiye, unko de dungi. Aur ghar mein sabse, Daarji se bhi maafi maang lungi. Sab ne hamesha mujhe veerji ki har zyadti se bacha ke rakha, par shaayad meri kismat hi mera saath nai dena chahti. Ho sakta hai ki, maine khud ko dilawar singh ke hawale kar dene se, saari taqleef ki jad hi khatam ho jaye."
Geet sadly finished her little speech, all the while tears flowing from her eyes, crying her heart out in the arms of her love, who was now everything for her. She adored maan and her family, they were her guardian angels, just like her Daarji and all the family members.
Angry to hear these words, Maan drew back and looking into geet's soft brown orbs, he said in a determined manner, "Geet main tum se pyar karta hoon. Mere liye mere parivaar ke baad agar duniya mei koi bhi maayne rakhta hai, to sirf tum, meri geet. Meri mishty, jisne meri is badhawaas zindagi ko apni pyaari si bakbak, apne bachpane aur saadgi se, apni masoomiyat se bhar diya. Jisne meri pheeki si zindagi mei pyaar aur khushi ke, muskurahat aur khoobsurti ke rang bhar diye. Aur tum keh rahi ho ki, main tumhe apne aap se, apni zindagi se duur kar du? Tum keh rahi ho ki main tumhe tumhare us pagal aur haiwaan bhai ki property ki bhook aur lalach ko mitane ke liye, uske aise hi pagal, zulm karne wale shaitaan dost ke hawale kar du? Tumhe achhi tarah se pata hai Geet, main tumhare liye duniya ki badi se badi musibat ka saamna kar sakta hoon, lekin agar tum kabhi mujh se duur chali gayi, agar kabhi maine tumhe apne saamne nahi paaya, to apni jaan de dunga. Tumhara maan us din khud ko mita dega mishty, jab uski geet, uska pyaar uski zindagi se chala jayega. Main saari duniya ko kho sakta hoon geet, lekin mere apne, mera parivaar aur apni geet ko nahi. Maan apni geet, apni jaan ke bina bilkul adhura hai geet, bilkul adhura hai.
As geet heard the frank and honest confession of her husband, she could not control herself. Her lips quivering, she burst into tears and just leaning her little head upon Maan's broad chest, pushed herself more deeply into his arms. Maan too covered his mishty's petite little form with his broad arms, the hot salty tears wetting his cheeks, trying to conceal his love from the cruel, unkind gaze of the big bad world. They loved each other and could embrace death for once, but the very thought of separation from each other would kill them. They both sat there while the cool air hit their bodies, feeling each other with the bliss of togetherness. As he closed his eyes to let the last of his tears escape them, Maan decided with a cruel determination that come what may, he would never allow anyone to take his love away from his life, he won't allow anyone to play with their lives. He would wipe out every single person who dared to do so.
Here is part one and updated as promised, so now lazy people plz comment, don't make my work feel wasted. Okay?????
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