PART 1
She thinks may be she is slightly psychic, it's more like gift that can't be harnessed...maybe like a bit of clairvoyance...or a full weirdo or maybe a bit of premonition upon clairvoyance or maybe just some weird power of seeing into the other people's mind, getting rare pictures of what other is picturing
All her life she lived in denial that she could be of those kinds.
She didn't want any of it. She just wanted to be normal
She wants nothing to do with her extra sensory power
In general she pretends she dint get a sense a feeling or a premonition but sometimes if it's truly serious she tries to help; but in general people label her as silly
She doesnt say much... even if she would like to help... she wants to fit in; yet sometimes she would get some feeling and some emotion some expression would betray her and people would tag her as weird'
The more crowded the place more uneasy she grows...
Her most reliable power is clairvoyance
When she touches human skin she just gets the feeling...a gut feeling about the person and its generally right
Her behavior to an observer is a bit strange. Chalte-chalte she would frown jaise pata nahi kya ganda dekh liya, kisi se pehl baar milte ho she would make a disgusted face or breaks into a rainbowy smile. Sometimes she may go to a house if someone is showing and would keep blurting its history without even knowing about it
She rarely has friends, she is lonely and sad
She doesnt want the power
Once a person falls, everyone goes awww, lagi to nahi'. Geet is hmm hmm hm hmm hmm continuing with her work not bothered or registering. Aesa logon ko laga that she is indifferent, par aesa nahi hai. She is just so use to keeping a tight lid ki agar wo bhi bhaagi dusron ki tarah help karne to bheed mein pehele pata nahi kitne logo ko touch karegi phir jo gira hai usse touch kiya, uska pain maano usme transfer ho gaya to? Normally it never happens but she is cautious
She doesnt touch anyone; who knows clairvoyance may turn into what
Kisi se kuch lena ho to wo durr se leti hai yaa kehti hai just drop it on my hand
But she also wants to fit in, be normal
So she takes a deep breath, freezes her face and shakes hand if she has to, if there is no avoidance
She always had this dream whenever she was extra sad or lonely, when it was almost the breaking point; an old lady with pure white hair, with white gown and with a whitest feather in her hand emerging from a divine white light
The lady would look at her and say
Just hold his hand...and you will know
It was a confusing dream...but it will come again and again
Sometimes the lady would keep changing appearance but say the same thing
Sometimes Geet would feel she is standing at an edge of bridge, sundar sa din hai, all sunny and nice. The lady comes next to her as a teenager now, says hi and offers her the candy she is having. Geet ne hath badaya, candy giri, Geet jhuki candy uthane ko; achanak dhaka laga and she is falling and the girl from above is waving and seeing just take his hand and you will know
The mystery lady would pop up at the worst time in her dreams
Sometimes the dream could be soothing or sometime tremulous like that one
Sometime it could just be that she is lying in a beautiful garden and someone is combing her hair and when she looks it's her head on the lady's lap, she is dressed in all long lost era dress and she still says just take his and you will know
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Geet zara city se durr rehti hai
She was feeling suffocated in her home
Something was telling her to go out go out
Wo jaati hai bahar
She was having a feeling that she is getting late, she has to be somewhere and she is late inspite its holiday and her day off
Stronger the feeling more firmly she would plant feet inside the house.
Until she catches the glimpse of the teenager with the candy in the mirror just for a nano second
After the last night's dream she thought better and goes out and ran where her feet took her
She always tried to run away from the horrifying lady of her dream, her repeated appearance creeped her out
She goes on the dark empty road
It's a highway
She feels a strong beam of lights coming from afar
It was surely a speeding car
She went to a corner to let it pass but something unexplainable happened to her and she jumped in front of the car as it came close
Fortunately, the driver put the brakes at the correct time and the car stopped with a screech
She screamed
NOOO DONT GOOO DONTTT GOOO!!!!!
Then she clasps her hand over her mouth to stop her own insanity and steps off the road but not before warding out the passenger of the car into curiosity
ARE YOU MADDD?????
Geet looks up at the tall figure of a well-built man with the commanding voice who was looking at her with red furious eyes
She didn't know she was facing Maan Singh Khurana
She didn't know this man would change her life forever
She didn't know now her life would have two phases-before and after
Half the people who know her believed she is mad and said so; the other half is polite to not say it on her face
But if Geet is mad, the Maan is no less
In simple terms, he is two words- depressed and masochist
He derives pleasure from his own misery and pain
During his college time, he had a group of best friends, real best buddies and he liked this gal...really from his heart...madly and badly in love but eventually his best friend married his girlfriend and went somewhere
Maan baukhlaa gaya and he is still chanting her name
So his day includes working like a donkey in the day...getting drunk and driving to some no man's land daily and thinking how long will he survive coz either the alcohol will kill him or some accident
But abhi tak aisa kuch major hua nahi
He wants to know how it ends
If you rate irritation and annoyance at scale of 1 to 10, his level always starts from 3; then it may increase with provocation
Professionally, he overtakes companies that are falling apart and then sells them piece by piece and make neat profit and sometimes if the company got worth you can save it, but more often than not he sells
He is miserable on his own; he has no sense of sympathy. So people asking him to save them doesnt really bother him...the tears, the begging, and the cursing. Its business, nothing personal. His mind is a well-oiled machine which he refuels daily and it has nothing to do with summiting futile like emotions which he once invested great deal in. Now he discounts emotions as nothing
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