Tere Bina/ Apna Sa Tu Ajnabi / Hi, do u want update ? 15 Sept - Page 5

Chapter 2

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It was a free treat for today.Even if given by Geet to Pinky. Time passed in a blink of eye..It was just 5 to 4.00.When Pinky was busy with her Samosa n silly talks. Geet's sight was nailed to that man. She had no interest in Pinky's nonsense take..For once, he took another bite..

" Oh Teri, Geet lets go..Your students are young ones..They will keep quite..But if I won't reach at exact time..Aunties n Uncles ll teach me lesson. Instead of mine lesson for them...Chal aab " she collected whole left over in parcel bag n threw in rubbish bin near by entrance.

Geet looked at him once with her brooding eyes..Then chased Pinky,who was in hurry to reach by time.Some how she took class for next one hour.In reality that stranger's face had occupied her brain..

She put small sweet box in her big Thaila. Was waiting for Pinky..She generally drop Geet, to bus stand at her scooty..

Pinky sighed deeply "Jaan bachi so lankhon paaye...Instead of learning Hindi Punjabi, these aunties teach me maths..tht how to run household " she was looking so tired.

" Pinky, calm down..You are over stressed..Kyonki tumko wo kar rahi ho, jisme tumhara interest nahi..Still I advice you to mould yourself..." she pressed Pinky's shoulder..To give her moral support

" Same I am doing from ages..How ever lets go..I will drop you to bus stand.." in despair Pinky replied..Wrapping up this topic.

Geet didn't want to go with her..Instead interested to know...whether that alienated stranger was still there.. She thought..it wasn't good idea involve Pinky "Arre Nahi Pinky, U leave..I m thinking else. Samose aur Pakode Ghar le k jaati hu..Bahut kush hongay sabh..After tasting so many years.."

" Oh not a problem at all..I ll accompany you..Chal.." Pinky said.

" Pinky , mukhe ko sa Hoshiarpur Jaana hai..I have to cover just two stops..You are so tired..I will manage..Chal tu " she didn't want anyone doubt her.

" Are you sure ?"

Geet nodded in yes. School was vacant now. Caged students, busy adults all rushed out..Teacher taking extra classes too had left. Only peon and Gate keeper were visible Both girls hugged each other..Wished two men.. Before leaving toward home..

She adjusted her bag again on shoulder..Which was sliding down..Her feet pushed her to Community Park ..Buying Savoury was just an excuse..She silently stalked from behind Neem Tree next to entrance. His bench was clearly visible.But what made her a stalker She was yearning...to get a glimpse of his face..Yes, he was still there. Now with raised head.He was staring far. Unblinkingly eyes fixed on unknown .

She was turing impatient now.Had to reach home by 5:35..Otherwise Rano would start to rang her..Worried mother could reach school too..It was normal..Her father's finished at 5: 30..Then he reached home by 6...Hence it was on Rano's duty...to keep a check...on her daughter's safe arrival... Even when she was at two stops away.

At 5:15he got up...She had already missed 5:10 PM bus..Next was at 5 :25 As he moved toward entrance/exit..Hurriedly she hid behind a wall...That was of a shop opposite to park entrance

He was a mature man between 30 to 35...We built n well dresses. With perfect sharp features..From cloths, watch and shoes...He didn't seem any ordinary man.

Her heart was beating fast..As gap between them shortened..But he didn't notice even.. that some one was keeping eye on him..Present at opposite shore,he was affecting her. His inexpressive face...raised zillion of question ...in Geet's brain.

He take road toward bus stand..She also walked behind..As it was her route too..

" Kitne hue ?" he asked Lucky..He was managing counter now...Man's deep..seductive voice..hypnotised her.

" Veer Ji , Total 70 rupees.." he checked register..Irritated at afternoon .. Lucky now grinned ear to ear.

He placed 100 rupee note on counter...and left...Didn't wait for change.. Lucky back called him. But he didn't bother..She showed back to him at Bus stop..Stood at little distance Surprising both caught same bus. He stepped in through front door. Geet went in from back side.

He got off covering one stop.She glanced him from window..Till he disappeared from her sight.He was taking heavy steps to opposite direction ..With attitude...sliding hands in pocket.." Ajnabi hokar bhi kyo anjaan nahi lagte..Kon ho tum ? "

Ajnabi Mujho Itna Bata

Dil Mera Kyun Preshan Hai

Dekh Ke Tujko Aisa Lagey

Jaise Barson Ki Pehchan Hai

She didn't realize ,when driver pur break at her stop..Her train of thoughts ...derailed with a sudden jerk...Geet hurriedly jumped from bus.. It took 10 minutes..To cover a distance of little more than 1 KM..But she felt like covering gap of ages...

Stranger walked on sleek zig zag road...meeting at a farm house gate.. Khuraana House.An old age man was waiting for him.. Overwilmed with his glimpse, old man came running " Chote Saab where you wander aloof whole day ? Maalkin has called so many times...K Maan Betey Kaha hai..Unka phone kyo nahi lag raha.."

" Bapu Ji aap prechan mat hoea kejiye..Main Daddi Maa se baat kar lunga.." calmly he replied to old man..They moved inside..So this stranger was Maan.

What was his real identity except name ? He was none other than actual heir to Khuraana Empire..One of richest clan in whole country.. He owned Khuraana Empire including Khruaana Construction.This farm house was on the outskirts of Village Raipur..

Khuraana's roots were in this place..His Grand Father Lala Hardial Singh Khuraana belonged to wealthy family..But they left this place when Lala Ji was too young (Lala Jo as people ask him respectfully still)..This Haweli or Farm House was still there. No one visited here in years. Except Maan.

His Grand son, 34 years old Maan was a mystery to whole world. Same like few people saw him...Including Karmu Chacha, Lucky, Pinki especially Geet...He never gave public appearances..It was strict instructions to any event management which he attended..

A man of few words. He wander here and there aloof...hidden from world When most girlz hot n temptating die for him..He was waiting for someone Sitting in one corner of lonely park..In a remote place from buzy and wonderful life of metropolitans...

" Khana to khaogay nahi ?" old caretaker asked ...Whose name was Mohan Lala..

" Bapu Ji...aap roz yahi puchte ho..Aur mera yahi jawab hota hai.. Aapko mujh per gusa nahi aata ? " stopping at first stair he replied.. Looking back at Mohan..

" Ha aata hai na..Per kya karu..hota nahi.." he said with a lump in throat

Maan who didn't utter a single word for whole day. He smiled n hugged Mohan "Bapu Ji..Aap aur Daddi Maa bilkul ek jaise he hai drame baaj "

" Malkin is right...You can't change ever ? Why are you playing with your life ? Maalkin always worries for you..." irked Mohan...he freed himself.

" Its not possible now..You know well Bapu Ji..There was a time.When I was like any 23 years old..Full of life...Had lots of dreams in my eyes I wanted to live on my own terms..To change my Dad's mentality Nothing is possible now " suddenly Maan got aggressive...

" I know son what your dad did ...That was unbelievable...Even what happened after ..your life took another turn...Still you never gave up...Overcoming that phase what ever happened ...Why you are still stuck to it ? " he grabbed Maan's hand and guided him toward sofa

" Huh what he did...?" he laughed sarcastically " My gambler , womaniser father wanted to use me as trump card..When due to him..KC was in crises..I was just 23..He never loved mom...I saw every torture on my mom..But I was just a child..He was decision maker for his sons..What course n where I had to do..He decided.I was never interested He sent me to Canada..When I came back he forced me to be in family business..Is liye ki wo aish kar sake..I wanted to be on my feet by own.." he hid face in hands and cried bitterly..

" Bas beta bas..If I can't feel..Then who will..It gives pain to me.. same agony you are still in..I don't know from where that devil Ranvir born in family of angles.." he wrapped arm around Maan's shoulder...to console him...

" He fixed my marriage to his business partner's daughter...Just to fulfil his thirst for money..which that girl was gonna bring in wedding When I declined to look after business...That alliance..He left me on road..Even I had no money to eat..A man who spent whole life in Canada..Didn't know anything about here..No one gave me job...Coz I was his son..Some due to family name..Some due to his fear...He blocked every family account..Even Daddi's " he cried with hiccups..Just like a child..

" Per Malkin saath na ho kar bhi...Tumhare saath thi..Kaise chod deti ti tumhe..Wo mazboor thi nahi aa sakti thi...Dev ko akela chod...Isliye mujhe phone kiya...Main tumhe yahan le aaya..Kyonki tum yahan ho Ranvir ne kabhi sapne main bhi nahi sakta tha..In a small village.. Where no one knew you.." he had lots of respect for his Malkin...

" It was you who kept me alive..I was happy..Working in your small garment shop Looking after accounts..But my life always cheats me.. like then..I dared to do that What no one could accept.You warned me many times..But I never listened What I got? I left empty handed..." he forwarded his empty hands in front of Mohan..

Sonia

What crime he committed...Now think..?

I will wait still..for ur unexpected comments...You hardly do..

Editing Mistakes may be here..Will try to correct..if get any...