~what heart desires || discontinued - Page 8

There was a slight drizzling outside and geet was sitting with her head all immersed in the books. She was preparing for the upcoming exams. Her hair was tied in a messy bun, a hair chopstick was holding them together. After having completed her bachelor's in accounting, geet had joined a well-known firm to ease some financial burden off her chachaji's shoulder.

She was a year old when her father had sacrificed himself for the sake of the country. Having already lost her mother in the childbirth, geet had lost her father too when she barely knew what it was like to have parents. She was adopted by her chahaji's and was lovingly brought up by her adoptive parents. Even though geet was adopted, there were things which always made her worried. She knew that her chachiji didn't have more children after her sister Preeti, just because she wanted to raise her and Preeti well but that didn't always go well with the family. Her chahaji's had been questioned on various occasions for not having a son or spending so much on the girls when he should think of getting a good alliance for them. Her tayaji and Taiji had made it very clear on various occasions their displeasure on seeing her. For them, she was a bad omen in the family. It was just because of the Brij veerji she knew that her tayaji and Taiji didn't say anything to her. He had fought for her when she was being mistreated by the elders. Every time Taiji would say that geet is the reason her mother is not with them, it was always chachi who would stop her. But once it was her Brij veerji who had asked his mother why geet was treated as such when she too lost her parents.

Geet was loved by her chachiji and chachaji despite whatever anyone thinks. She was her chachaji's shining star, who never made him feel like she was not his. Geet was his pride. The first time geet had asked her chachaji to let her work as she wanted to be independent made her chachaji a little upset thinking that his niece wanted to ease some financial burden off him when he didn't need any. Anand Handa himself was a well-established accountant and he was having more than enough to fulfil the needs of his family. Even though geet had denied his words stating that she wanted to earn some experience but Anand knew that the words of her brother and sister-in-law have hurt his daughter that could be seen in her actions if not spoken.so, Anand had given her permission to do the along with pursuing her dream of masters.

Having completed her assignment, geet was disturbed by the clicking of the door and her sister entered with a dinner plate in her hands for geet. Preeti was the only daughter of Sudha and Anand Handa, who was six months younger than geet. Preeti was of six months when geet was officially welcomed by Sudha and Anand.

Preeti placed the plate on the table and smirked as she heard the song that was being played. Geet had a habit of studying with music playing in the background. During school days, it used to irritate Preeti a lot but eventually she was used to this habit of her sister.

Listening to the words, Preeti teased geet..

Le gaye dil ko lut ke tere bol rasile

ghayal kar gaye hay, ghayal kar gaye jan ko, tere nain katile

mai toh wari jau bali hari jau

jab mukhada dekho darpan me, tere surat ubhare naina me

bhali lage naa naihar ki bat, maiya mai to, paunni

meri dur se aayi barat maiya mai too paunni

Behen, aise gaane sungegi na .. toh mummy tere liye kal hi ladka dhundna shuru kardenge.. mujhe toh Laga tha tujhe shadi me koi interest nai.. Lekin Abhi lagta hai Aisa nai hai. preeti continued to tease geet as geet completed her work.

Geet who was writing the last bits on paper, looked up to see her sister who was leaning on the table. Geet who was actually listening to Akashwani , listened to the words and made a face..

meri dur se aayi barat maiya mai too paunni

Ab Akashwani wale aise gaane chalayenge toh me Karun...waise aaj ye shayad kisi ki shaadi ki Khushi mana rahe hai...subah se aise hi gaane aarahe h.. Aur tu yahan Kyun aayi hai.. Me toh aa hi Rahi thi dinner ke liye.. said geet as she closes the cap of her pen keeping it in the pen stand.

Are, papa ne bola ki me room me hi le jaun.. unhone bola tu padh Rahi hai.. waise ekbaat Bata exams Abhi toh nai hai tere, exam se pehle toh tu chuttiyan leti hai.. is Baar bhi lelena.. said Preeti as she forwarded geet's dinner towards her.

Geet tore a piece of chapati and dipped it the curry, while telling Preeti..

Is Baar bahut kaam hai Preeti, koi audit aagayi hai.. Agar Abhi se taiyari nai ki na toh is Baar ache marks nai aayene. The overachiever and topper geet handa never wanted to compromise in her performance. Her master's degree will ensure good career opportunities and she wanted that soon...

Toh phir tu kaise manage karegi geet.. waise papa ne isliye mana Kiya that tujhe ki job mat kar, par tune unki suni nahi ab dekh kitna pressure hai ab.. aise Roz Roz late soye gi toh kaise chalega geet.. ab toh tu dinner bhi skip karne lagi hai.. as Preeti was staying her concerns, geet's chachiji came with milk for both the girls.

Ye kya geet , Abhi tak dinner nahi geet.. beta kitna late ho gya hai aur ye Preeti kya keh Rahi hai, tune khana peena chod diya hai.. hey Bhagwan itna kaam Kyun Karti hai.. said a worried chachi as she wiped geet's forehead with her saree pallu.

Mummy is Baar geet Ko shayad chutti bhi na mile exams ke liye.. Preeti's words were enough for geet's chachiji to know that it's time for her to put her foot down and make her girl know that they are still there for her.

Geet , beta agar Aisa hai toh pehle padhai puri karle, naukri Baad me karlena.. mein nahi chahti ki teri shehat par koi asar pade.. pehle se kitni kamzor ho gayi hai . Said a worried Sudha Handa as she waited for geet to complete her dinner al while instructing the girls to take care of themselves.

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At KM

Maan Khurana was lying on his bed with his head on his dadima's lap, after having dinner with his dadima, he was lying on her lap trying to find some solace. It had been years Maan had wanted to lie in his dadima's lap. As Savitri Devi was threading her grandson's hair, she was commenting on how his hair needed a cut now, or how Maan was looking so tired.

Maan aap itna kaam Kyun karte hai , Aap boss hai KC me.. agar ek din aaram Karlene toh kuch bigad nai jayega.. as his dadima's scolded Maan a little, Maan turned a little and apologized to his dadima..

I am sorry dadima.. Savitri Devi couldn't understand why her grandson was apologizing and looked a little confused.

Maan, aap kis baat ke liye hame sorry bol rahe hai.. hum jaante hai aapke liye KC kitna important hai.. beta hum toh bas ye chahate hai aap apna bhi Dhyan raken.. his dadima's concern made Maan stretch himself and he hugged her letting all his insecurities pour, telling her how his parents had now wanted him to marry of their kind. Maan barred his feelings about how he had not listened to her or dadaji when his parents had especially wanted him to do. Listening to all those words, Savitri Devi's heart went for her grandson and how cruel were her own son and daughter in law. She had understood Maan and how he was affected in all the situations.

I am sorry dadima, I neglected you and dadaji for them... I am sorry... Maan's tears made his dadima even tear a bit. She wiped his tears kissing his forehead.

Maan aapki koi galti nai hai.. Na hum aur na hi aapke dadaji ye samajte hai ki aapne hame neglect Kiya hai.. Haan hum jaante hai aap Kaisi situation se guzre hai aur hame aapse koi shikayat nai hai.. infact aap hamare Sabse ache bete hain.. Savitri Devi consoled her grandson and left after he slept.

Next day,

Jaldi chal, hum late ho Jayenge , shouted Maan as he was waiting for Arjun outside his home.. Arjun was just completing his breakfast when Maan arrived and informed him that they were leaving without giving much of the information..and now after almost two hours they were at their destination or better Maan was at his destination...

'Waise ek Baar Bata tujhe pata hai wo Kahan Rehti hai, jo tu mujhe yahan le aaya', Said Arjun as he removed his coat and throw it in the backseat of his car. Maan has really taken his suggestion seriously and now they were standing in one of the societies.

Having parked their car outside the society complex, they were now going to find where geet lives. As they were going, Arjun recognised someone and his eyes sparkled seeing his person of interest.

Maan really has known where he would find geet, thought Arjun and he was about to say this to Maan when someone called out his name.

Arjun ... Arjun Singhania? Came a feminine voice and he was numb, not knowing how to react, all he could see was her long hair tied with a clip just like he had wished back days when there would be two pigtails. She was wearing a blue salwar that was making her look more desirable than adorable and the new addition of the nose ring made him know that it is really important for Maan to profess his love for geet if he wants anything to do with her.

Preeti.. before Arjun could utter a single word, Maan turned and saw the girl who had once fought with him.

Oh my, you two. Maan Khurana and Arjun Singhania. yahan kya karrahe ho.. asked Preeti.. she was geet's cousin and their schoolmate. Though geet and Preeti were in different sections Preeti knew Geet's classmates very well.

Preeti.. tumhe me... I mean hum yaad hain.. said Arjun as he was finally coming to his senses.

Tumhe kon bhul Sakta hai Arjun Singhania.. aur waise bhi Nidhi aaj bhi tumhe dhund Rahi h us din ke karname ke liye.. waise bade Besharam the tum.. ek toh khud uske liye woroses laye the aur fasa bhi use hi diya.. Preeti teased him and looked at Maan who was looking like he was searching for something or rather someone...

Maan, tumhe kuch chahiye.. kisi ko dhund rahe ho.. asked Preeti making Maan flustered.

Main.. nahi.. Nahi toh.. wo toh hum.. before Maan would complete his sentence. Arjun's words made Maan to turn towards him and glare at him..

Wo hum tum dono Ko school reunion par invite karne aaye the.

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