Thorns And Roses # 2 Completed # 3 Link Added On Pg 1 - Page 54

Originally posted by: jayshu17

Amazing and emotional update!!Loved it so much...

Originally posted by: suhaaana

between share the links of any kinshuk and parul ffs if you had written
ranveer and ragini ones

Originally posted by: suhaaana

MATLAB , it is a software where I have to show my project implementation this week to my mentor
I am having an intuition that this week m going to get a good scolding from her

Originally posted by: singh24

thak-thak.. hello o o o Taahir

waiting 😊

Originally posted by: kkrnightriders

I got confused with my own comment 😕 so i commented again. 😆
sorry for trouble.

Originally posted by: _CrazyFlames_

Finally I am able to catch up with this story of urs too...
Well I really love it..
The concept is really nice...
With the prologue I was really confused
But now reading if so far I knew the real reason behind it...
I felt sorry for Maaneet...
It's true that either intentionally or unintentionally Maan becomes the reason of Grey's hurt...
OMG!!!!! Six years leap...
That's a big change...
Maan is still in love with her and Geet too must be...
But somewhere I think she must be angry and hurt with him...
She has time and again told him to not break her heart again as she will not be able to take this...
But still he did the same...
Though it was not intentional...
Now looking forward for the next update...

"Maan, move on," Dev said to me.

I was at his and Naintara's housewarming party - they moved in together, but weren't married yet. They were just engaged.

Naintara was attending to other guests. They were one couple that survived all those years of college drama, and I was really happy for them.

Dev just didn't understand my dilemma though, despite loving Naintara a lot.

"I can't," I told Dev.

"Maan you're just being stubborn," he said to me. "Geet is the past.

It has been six years Maan... if she was to come back, she would have by now."

"I know... but even if she doesn't come back, I can't just move on," I told him.

How could I make him understand that one couldn't simply leave their life behind and move on?

"You can't waste your whole life Maan," Dev said to me.

We were seated in his living room.

"How am I wasting my life Dev? I'm doing something I love," I told my best friend with a smile. "I love loving Geet... and it makes me feel so high, even if she's not here with me."

"You sound insane!" Dev said. "Look Maan, I've been trying to convince you for years to get back to reality, but if you're going to stay stuck on Geet, then I have nothing more to say to you."

"Dev, whether I move on, find someone else, live the rest of my life, happy or not... does it matter? In the end, I'll die," I told him seriously.

"One day we'll all have to die. It won't matter if you're happy or sad, rich or poor, smart or not... our fate's are all the same."

"But Maan - you have a great job... there are some really nice girls.

You should meet new people.

All you do after work is think about her.

I know you love her, I'm not denying that, but you can't throw your future away," Dev explained. "I'm just concerned for you."

"She is my future Dev, whether she's here with me or not," I told him firmly.

"Look, some people take drugs to get high.

Some drink to live.

Some people work and work and work, they follow society, and become great people, but they never find the meaning of life.

I found my meaning Dev ."

Dev raised his eyebrow, as if he couldn't believe what I was saying.

"My meaning is her. I don't need her to be with me.

She could be alive, she could be dead.

She could be far away, or right beside me... but one thing is certain, and that is this: I have never felt high like I did with her.

I have never felt happier, than I did with her.

I know that my purpose is her, and only Geet .

Maybe it doesn't follow social constricts, but let me tell you one thing Dev, it keeps me happy.

Love is that powerful," I told my best friend with a smile.

"You know, it's okay if you can't understand me... I won't expect you to, but the least I can ask you to do is respect my decision.

I know what I'm doing is right for me."

Dev sighed, as if he didn't know what else to say.

"Well then," he said. "You go and do what you want... but I just hope you don't regret it later, and years down the line, you'll wish you spent your life differently.

You'll say you wasted your life."

"Never," I told him with a glint in my eye, "I would never consider loving her to be a waste."

Then I stood up and stretched.

"I should get going now.

Thank you for the party... I wish you all the best in the new house," I said, and patted his shoulder. "See you later."

Dev nodded and escorted me to the kitchen so I could say bye to a gossiping Naintara.

"Oh Maan," Naintara said with a smile as she saw me. "I need to tell you something important ."

"Actually I was going to go," I explained, but she grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the kitchen into the hallway.

"Maan, I got a lead about Geet," Naintara said to me, dropping her voice to a whisper.

"If my source is correct, then we can find her really quickly."

I looked at Naintara with surprise , she had been the least interested in finding out where Geet could be... how did she find out about her whereabouts?

"I know it's hard to believe, that's why I'm still apprehensive. My friend Khushi said she worked with a Geet two years ago in Bangkok," Naintara explained.

"I was telling her that there were some friends from college that I wish I could've kept in touch with and I brought up Geet by name."

"Khushi?" I asked her, surprised. "How do you know it's the same Geet ?"

Khushi was inside the kitchen right now.

I had the urge to go inside and interrogate her myself, but I knew that was not something I was supposed to do.

"Because Khushi said she worked with Geet Handa," Naintara clarified.

"I can get the office address, but there's no guarantee that it is the same Geet.

I just thought, that after years of waiting, maybe whatever makes decisions in this Universe was deciding to be kind to you and this was destined to happen."

"Destined?" I asked her, a small smile forming on my face.

"So Geet Handa is in Bangkok according to your friend , and you didn't show her a picture to confirm if it's the same one?"

"Maan I'm not that stupid," Naintara said, her tone still a whisper, "I tried to, but Khushi said Geet didn't work in her department so she couldn't really recall what she looked like."

"Okay, then get the address," I told Naintara coolly.

"Yeah I'll do that," she responded. "Don't get too excited though -,there may very well be lots of Geet Handa's out there, and this is Bangkok two years ago the chances are slim."

"The chances may be none Naintara, but if the Universal will is that I have to find my Geet, then it'll turn the impossible around, and will make it possible,"

I said to her seriously. "She will come to me even if I don't seek her, there is no way that she could be away from me for long."

It was true that I had lost hope, but with this piece of news, it had just confirmed something deep within me, and that was this... I knew that Geet would come back to me.

She had to. There was no other way.

I smiled at Naintara.

"Send me the details," I told her. "I'll see you later."

She nodded and I left the house, feeling a new feeling of excitement, hope, nervousness, and more importantly, faith.

I had faith that with each passing moment, the Universe was carving a path for me.

Sure it was a path full of obstacles, but the destination was one.

The destination was My Geet

Geet ... my Geet was my end point, and I was walking on that path no matter how many days, months, or years it would take me to get there, I would reach her in the end.

I used to think that I was a servant of the Universe, but now I was slowly beginning to see that the Universe was a servant of me.

Anything I willed or desired, the Universe was bound to make happen.

It was an unwritten contract.

The only control it had over me was time, but slowly, even time would be in my power.

Then somewhere down the line, all time and space would disappear, once I reached her, and at that point there would be no separation between me and her, for we would be united forever.

As soon as Naintara sent me the address of the workplace, I searched it up.

It was a manufacturing company.

Khushi was in marketing, so Geet had to be working in a team that was not related to marketing.

Maybe she had completed her Architect Engineering somewhere else... or maybe she was working in another business stream.

I booked my flight tickets to Bangkok right away and I called in to work and told them that I had a personal emergency.

Everyone loved me at work, so they didn't question it.

After telling Dev and Naintara I was leaving, I packed one suitcase with a few clothes and got ready to go.

The closest flight I could get was for the following day, and I decided to get on that exact one.

Once I got to Bangkok, the office's were still open for the day, so I quickly put my belongings in a hotel room and took a taxi to the office that Khushi told Naintara about, and went to the reception immediately.

"Hi, I'm here to meet Geet Handa," I told the receptionist coolly.

"Geet Handa?" the receptionist asked, sounding surprised. "Sir, Geet Handa left a week ago."

"What? What do you mean she left? Where did she go?" I asked the receptionist urgently.

"We cannot disclose that information sir," the receptionist replied. "I'm very sorry."

"Please," I told the receptionist, "This is very important. If it wasn't important, I wouldn't ask you."

The receptionist sighed.

"She switched to an oil company," the receptionist replied, and then told me the name of the company.

"Thank you," I said gratefully, and took the taxi to the oil company the receptionist pointed out.

At this point I was tired. My body was drained of energy, but my six years of waiting was holding precedence, because what my body lacked, my heart provided.

I went to the oil company and asked the receptionist there to meet Geet Handa .

"Her shift starts at midnight sir," the receptionist at the oil company said.

"Midnight?" I asked... what kind of shift started at midnight?

"Yes, she works from midnight until eight in the morning... it's typical for janitors here," the receptionist replied.

"J - Janitor?" I asked the receptionist, my eyes wide open. "Ge - Geet is a janitor?"

Geet was intelligent and very capable how could she be working as a janitor? This couldn't be my Geet . This had to be another Geet .

"Okay, I'll wait for her," I told the receptionist politely, but I had already known that this one wasn't My Geet .

There was no way My Geet would be working here as a janitor her family had been very well off and they would have never allowed their daughter to work in a janitorial position.

Unless, they kicked her out but then, why wouldn't she come and find me? Her anger couldn't be that big, that she wouldn't meet me once and would resort to being a janitor?

I was so easy to find - I had posted public profiles on social media, in case she ever decided that she wanted to come and find me.

I sat in the waiting room, and soon, when it was quarter to twelve, the door opened and a lady, who was probably in her mid-thirties, and was dressed in a blue uniform appeared.

"Hey," I said to her, "Do you know Geet Handa ?"

"I am Geet Handa ," she replied, and I felt a strange sense of relief.

"Oh... alright... sorry - I was looking for another Geet Handa ,"
I mumbled awkwardly.

The lady looked at me like I was strange, and then I got up and took a taxi back to my hotel. I messaged Naintara at the hotel and told her that Khushi's Geet wasn't our Geet .

I lay down in bed and covered my face with my hands as I realized that all this while, when I thought I had been getting somewhere, I had been back where I started.

I closed my eyes, knowing that, surely, one day or another, me and Geet would meet.

"I love you Geet," I whispered out loud.

The next morning, when I woke up, I checked my Facebook profile, and saw that there was a message from someone who wasn't my friend.

Ananya Shergill

The girl had written: Hey... you don't know me anymore but I just wanted to tell you that I still know you and think you're special. You don't have to reply, but this was just something I felt like telling you because, well... I don't know. My feelings for you date back, and I haven't seen you in a while.

Who was Ananya Shergill ? I checked her profile, but it was blank. Nothing was uploaded.

Was this a prank? Who was this girl? I decided to reply, my heart beating fast, because somewhere deep down, I wanted to believe that this girl was My Geet.

I wrote to her: I miss you. Please come back. I can't even tell you how alone I've been feeling ever since you left me completely. Please forgive me. I'm so sorry for everything I did.

She never replied to me again.

I went back to India, and for the next two weeks, my mind often wandered to the girl who was shown to be Ananya Shergill.

Was she Geet ? If she was, then why wouldn't Geet speak further? Why use a fake name?

Dev told me, once more, to move on, albeit this time indirectly, and I had to appreciate his effort, but moving on was not even part of the question for me.

I would lose myself loving Geet if it came to that. I was happy, just loving her, even if it meant I would never see her again.

It was only once two weeks had passed, when I got a phone call.

It was a long distance number.

I was at work, so I just ended the call, but a part of me regretted it and I didn't know why.

Once work was over for the day, I checked my voicemail, and I heard a familiar voice.

"Hi... Maan. It's Geetu's mom.

I am calling for her.

She's miserable.

Call me back please and I'll explain everything to you," the voice said.

My heart was beating incredibly fast, and I dialed the number that Geet's mom had called me with.

I didn't know why Geet didn't reach out to me herself if she was so miserable, but I knew that she must have reasons - her own reasons, even if they may seem strange.

The phone was ringing - but nobody answered.

I quickly went home and tried again, before sighing and leaving a voicemail.

"Hi Aunty, it's me, Maan. Please call me once you get this message... please," I recorded.

Then I hung up and waited.

I waited and I waited, but the call only came back two days later.

"We're in Canada Maan," Rano said to me as soon as I answered the phone. "I'll give you my address. Please come as soon as you can."

I took down the address and boarded the next plane to Canada.

As soon as I got to Canada, I took a taxi to the address that Geet's mom had given me.

On the taxi ride there, my heart was beating quickly, out of nervousness.

I didn't know why my breathing was getting faster.

Six years away from her. What happened to her in the last six years? Where had she disappeared, and why - just why, hadn't she contacted me once? How about the child that had been growing inside her - my child, where was our child? Was our child okay?

The thought that today I might not just be seeing Geet, but may be seeing my child too, was to say the least, nerve-wracking, yet exciting.

When Rano Aunty told me that Geet was miserable, I felt miserable too, but a part of me was relieved that she was alive.

Once I got to the house - it was a big house, worthy of the Handa's status, I rang the doorbell.

Rano opened the door and looked at me suspiciously for a moment.

"Hi... it's Maan," I said to her.

"I know," she responded, "Come in."

I entered the house, and followed her through a long hallway, into a big living room with an expensive chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

She indicated for me to sit down on the sofa, and I did.

"Tea? Coffee? Anything to eat?" she asked, her temper sounding short - like she didn't want me to be here.

"No, I'm good," I told her calmly.

Then she sat down beside me and pursed her lips together tightly, before speaking up.

"Look Maan , I'll be very up front with you - I don't like you," Rano started,

and I felt my heart hammer - she didn't even know me, why didn't she like me?

"You've caused my Geetu a lot of pain," Rano continued. "She would cry days on end over you. In fact, I would relate the only reason that my Geetu is this way, is because of you."

What way? I wanted to ask her questions, but Rano didn't seem like she wanted to be interrupted.

"You hurt her a lot when we asked her to abort her fetus, she refused.

Why? Because she said that she couldn't just kill a part of her, a part of you.

So we forcefully brought her here," Rano explained.

"She didn't want to go, she wanted to finish her degree, but we told her we'll allow her to continue her studies here.

She scored good marks, she would definitely be accepted to a reputed university here.

Then she told us that she didn't want to leave you.

I had to slap some sense into her... clearly you didn't care about her.

Not once did you come back and try to explain yourself to us.

Not once did you come and apologize."

"I came Aunty!" I interrupted. "I came, but you had already left."

"Then you didn't come quick enough," Rano snapped at me, and I felt my hands start to shake - she was right.

"We took Geetu's phone to show her, that if you really cared about her, you would come, and at that point, she had already expressed that she didn't want to speak to you, because you lied to her over something.

She never told us what," Rano said to me, looking at me suspiciously.

I knew that Geet made it seem like our night spent together was consensual and completely sober.

Otherwise her parent's may have filed a police report.

"Anyways, I don't care what the lies were about... she doesn't listen to me anymore.

You're the only one who can help her now, otherwise I would never resort to this," Rano said.

"Her father died of a heart attack two years ago.

He couldn't see his daughter like this not speaking to anyone, returning home late at night, not caring about anything, fighting all the time.

She went insane."

"Wh - where is she right now?" I asked Rano.

"She's with her psychiatrist," Rano explained.

"Psychiatrist?" I asked Rano.

"She's very depressed," Rano explained, "I thought since she didn't talk to anyone, she would at least maybe talk to a psychiatrist.

She's talked about ending her life on more than one occasion, she has self harmed.

She's in a terrible state."

Then I saw Rano's eyes fill with tears, and I knew that she really was concerned about her daughter.

"Maan, I promise you, that if my daughter's happiness is with you, and if you can help her, then I won't separate you two," Rano whispered. "Please help her... please."

I stood up and walked up to Geet's mom before falling down to my knees in front of her, my eyes filled with tears.

I pressed my hands together in front of her and bowed down.

"I promise you, whether she loves me or not, if she wants me or not, it doesn't matter.

Even if bringing her back will kill me, I will bring her back.

I promise," I told Rano, and took a deep breath as tears fell down my cheeks.

That was when I heard the front door open.

"Mom, don't send me back!" My Geet's voice screamed.

"I swear I'll kill myself if you force me to go back to that stupid psychiatrist."

I stood up and turned around as she walked into the living room, wearing dark blue skinny jeans and a white blouse.

My eyes met hers after six long years, and she held on to the wall for support, as if she had just seen something she had never expected to see.

Then her eyes filled with tears, and my eyes filled with fresh tears too, my heart aching.

She had dark circles under her eyes. Other than that, she looked just the same, with her straight hair falling down to her chest and her beautiful, sharp features.

I wanted to run up to her and hug her so tightly, that she forgot all of her misery.

I wanted to shield her, protect her from the harshness of the world.

I wanted to take her away from it all.

She slowly walked towards me, and I walked towards her.

I felt like I had forgotten that the world existed it was her,

and only her JUST MY GEET

Originally posted by: taahir004

<font color="#660099" size="4">You've just made my afternoon </font>

Originally posted by: kkrnightriders

afternoon???its almost midnight here.seems u r giving an update.I'll read and comment in morning.