PAHELI **** Update Pg.26***** 15/02/2020 - Page 19

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Uff the maan just can't keep a control on himself why did he had to kiss neelakshi he could had talked to her politely to gain her trust and then her love

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CHAPTER 11

ALL THE NAMES & PLACES ARE FICTITIOUS (if any resemblance to persons & places is purely coincidental). Any royal titles, POLICE & LEGAL PROCEDURES, MEDICAL TERMS, MEDICAL PROCEDURES, RELIGIOUS TERMS, Punjabi terms, architectural terms, IT terms & programs, office hierachy, wedding rituals, etc. are from my imagination hence THEY ARE NOT TRUE. !!!!!

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Maan was now becoming slowly aware to the extent of his ruthlessnesss effecting his Mishty emotionally. Unable to stop himself he started reading Geet’s diary further.

“Dated second day after Naintara’s murder

Aaj humse ek naye doctor milne aaye aur kaha ki unka naam Dr. Arnav Singh Khurana hai aur woh humse dosti karna chahte hain. Magar hum hitchkicha rahe the ki kaheen doctor sahab bhi hum par “khooni” hone ka ilzaam naa laga dein. Magar doctor sahab bahut hi hasmukh vyokati hain. Unhone humse acchi tehre baatein keen aur hummein “Babydoll” bhi bulaya. ‘Babydoll’ yaani choti gudiya. Pata nahi kyun doctor sahab ko dekh kar hummein lagta hai ki hum apne bade bhai se baat kar rahen. Hum humesha se chahte the ki humare bhai-behan hone, kintu Mahadev aur Mata Parvati ko kuch aur hi manzoor thaa. Doctor sahab ne humare haaton par gudguddi ki jiss se hummein bahut hassi aayee aur hum doctor sahab ke dost bann gaye. Hum hass hi rahe the ki DCP Sir andar aaye gusse se bhare huye aur phir se chillane lage. Hum itna bhaybheet ho gaye ki humne darr ke maare doctor sahab ka haath pakad liya. Magar phir bhi apni aankhon ke saamne andhera chhane se nahi rok paaye.

Jab hummein hosh aaya toh doctor sahab aur nurse hummein injection laga rahe the. Doctor sahab ne humse viniti ki hum unki Dadimaa se ek baar mil lein. Jab doctor sahab ki Dadimaa ne battaya ki unka naam “Savitri Devi” hai. Hummein laga ki maano humare sab bhrahm, kathnaiyaan evam asurakshaiyen door ho gayeen hai. Humne Savitri Devi yaa Dadimaa ko gale se laga liya aur phoot-phoot kar rone lage kyunki humare jeevan ka beirang khaalipan jo Naintara didi evam humari yaadon ke bina thaa Dadimaa aane se kamse kam yaadon ke rang se bhar gaya thaa.

Hummein vishwas thaa ki Dadimaa abb humare dukh (sadness) evam peeda (pain) ko kam kar dengi. Ek samundra mein dishaheen (directionless) behti nauka (boat) ko sahara mil gaya (destination). Hummein nahi maloom ki hum kab rote-rote so gaye. Kuch samay baad hum utthe aur humne khaana khaya.

Humari saari yaadein wapis aa gayeen, humare Maa-sa aur Bapu-sa ki mauth; humari pehchaan yaani ki hum hain Geetanjali Singh Chauhan, pratishtith aur dhan-sampatti se paripoorn Chauhan Constructions ke maalik Rana Digvijay Chauhan ki ekloti santaan (I’m Geetanjali Singh Chauhan one and only child of rich and affluent businessman and owner of Chauhan Constructions, Rana Digvijay Chauhan); Naintara didi ka hummein apne ghar (Rathore Mansion) laana; humara Darjeeling mein padhna; Dev ki badtameeziyaan; humara US mein padhna; M....S....K yaani DCP Maan Singh Khurana se pyaar karna; aur phir humari harbadhi mein shaadi. Humari aakhari yaadein hain apne MSK ki yaad aur viyog mein tadapna aur humara graduate hona.

Hummein aur kuch yaad kyun nahi aa raha? Hum jitni bhi koshish karen hummein Naintara didi ke “khoon” ki raat (Inspector Chandramukhi Chautala ne humse kaha thaa Didi ki mauth sadharan nahi magar ek “khoon” thaa) ka kuch bhi smaran (memory) nahi. Inspector Chandramukhi Chautala jinki hum bahut izzat karte hain aur kaash hum bhi unki tehre nirbheek (fearless) ho sakte. Inspector Chautala ne humein Naintara didi ke “khoon” ki raat ke baare mein sab battaya magar hummein kuch yaad kyun nahi aata? Humne socha thaa ki iss sankat ke samay humare pati humara saath denge parantu humare pati, MSK humari taraf pyaar se toh dekhna door ki baat hai woh toh humse shishtachaar se bhi baat nahi karte. Woh toh hummein kewal ek “khooni” hi maante hain. Kya humare pati humse abb pyaar nahi karte? Kya woh humare vivaah ko bhool gaye? Hum unse shiqayat kaise karen, hum bhi toh apne jeevan ka kuch hissa bhool gaye? Kya humne sach mein Naintara didi ka “khoon” kiya hai? Agar khoon kiya hai toh kyun? Aisi kya pareshaani ho gayi thi ki hummein apni sabse pyaari didi ka khoon karna padha? Agar hummein khoon karna hi hota toh hum uss Dev ka khoon naa karte jo har aaye din humari pyaari didi aur humari beizzati karta hai. Humne to socha thaa ki jab hummein MSK se milenge hum unse madatt maangegein ki woh humari raksha karein uss Dev se kintu abb toh…………

Hum iss uddhare-bunn (tangled thoughts) mein lage huye the, ki achanak koi cheez humare baiyei bahaan (left forearm) ko cheerti huyi gayi aur hum tharr-tharr kaanpne lage. Hum itne darr mein the ki hummein doctoron aur policewalon ki koi bhi baat samajh mein nahi aa rahi thi. Naa hi humare dimaag ko unka idhar-udhar bhaagna samajh mein aaya bass ek gehara aur dukhan sa dard (deep throbbing pain) humari baiyei bahaan (left forearm) mein ho raha thaa. Kuch samay pashchat humare pati humare saamne khade the aur humse komalta pooch rahe the, “Geet, tum kaisi ho?” (Geet how are you?) Bina kuch soche aur samajhe hum unke gale se jhool gaye aur darr ke mare hum kya bolte jaa rahe the hummein kuch yaad nahi, "AAP…AA…KHIR…KAAR…HUM…MEIN…MIL…HI…GAYE. Humne…pichle…do…saal se aap…ko kitna dhoon…da hai US mein………aur yahaan,……Bharat……mein bhi. ABB……HUMMEI……KABHI………CHOD…KAR…MATT

………JAAYIEGA! Hum....baccha..…” (Finally I’ve found you. I’ve been searching for you for past two years in US as well as here. Now don’t ever leave me and go. Please save………………) Phir humari aankhon ke saamne andhera chaa gaya.”

(Today a new doctor came to meet me and introduced himself as Dr. Arnav Singh Khurana. He said that he wants to become my friend. But I was hesitating as what if he also accuses me of being a “murdress”? But the doctor was a very good natured person with great sense of humour. He spoke to me politely and with lot of compassion. He gave me a new name of “Babydoll”. I don’t know why I feel as if I’m talking to my elder brother and not a doctor. I always wanted siblings by it seems the God had willed it otherwise. Dr. Khurana tickled my palms which made me giggle due to ticklish sensation thereby accepting him as a friend. We both were still laughing on our last joke when DCP Sir walked in my hospital room. But his anger again erupted and he started yelling and scolding everyone. I got so scared that I held on to Dr. Arnav Singh Khurana’s hand. Then darkness started swirling in front of my eyes.

When I regained my consciousness, I saw that Dr. Arnav Singh Khurana was examining me and injecting a medicine intravenously. He requested me that if I can meet his grandmother for few minutes. When I met Dr. Khurana’s grandmother, “Savitri Devi”, I felt my all doubts, insecurities and problems have been cleared. I hugged Savitri Devi or ‘Dadimaa’ and poured my heart out. The darkness which was surrounding me in form of lack of memories as well as grief of Naintara didi’s death, now felt as if dam has broken and colour (memories) have gushed into my brain. I had full confidence that Dadimaa will reduce my grief and pain. I had been feeling that I’m a directionless boat floating and don’t know when I’ll reach my destination but now I was hopeful that Dadimaa will provide me correct direction. With my continous crying, I don’t know when I fell asleep? I woke up and had my dinner.

My memory returned. I rememberedmy parents’ death; my identity i.e. I’m Geetanjali Singh Chauhan one and only child of rich and affluent businessman and owner of Chauhan Constructions, Rana Digvijay Chauhan; I was brought by Naintara didi to Rathore Mansion; Naintara didi sending me to Darjeeling for my schooling; Dev’s obnoxious behaviour towards me; my going to US for my graduation; my meeting and falling in love with M....S....K or DCP Maan Singh Khurana; and our marriage in haste. My last memory is only of pining for my love MSK while completing my graduation.

Why don’t I remember anything else? No matter how much I try, I cannot remember the night of Naintara didi’s “murder” (Inspector Chandramukhi Chautala had informed me that my sister’s death was not a natural death but a cold blooded murder). I admire, respect and hero worship Inspector Chandramukhi Chautala. I wish I was as brave and fearless as Inspector Chautala. She told me everything about the night of Naintara didi’s murder, but why don’t I remember anything? I had hoped that my husband will support me in my this time of need, but my husband, MSK neither looks in my direction with love or compassion nor does he even behave towards me with any respect, manners or humanity! He only considers me as a “murdress”. Does he no longer love me? Has he forgotten our marriage? How can I complain, as even I have forgotten a chunk of my life? Am I really Naintara didi’s murderer? But why did I need to murder? What suddenly went so wrong that I was forced to murder my one and only relative? If I really wanted to murder someone, it would have been that Dev who every day misbehaved, insulted and tortured my sweet and gentle didi and me. I had thought when I meet MSK again, I will ask him for help to protect my Didi and me from that Dev but now.........

While I was trying to unravel my tangled thoughts, suddenly something brushed past my left forearm making me shiver in fear. I was so terrified that I do not remember what hospital staff and police were discussing or why were they scuttling here and there. I only remember dull throbbing but piercing pain in my left forearm. After sometime I recall my husband standing in front of me and asking with compassion, “Geet, tum kaisi ho?” (Geet how are you?) Without any thought about its repercussions or what will people say, I clung to my husband’s neck and started blabbering without comprehending what I’m saying, “Finally I’ve found you. I’ve been searching for you for past two years in US as well as here. Now don’t ever leave me and go. Please save………………” Then again darkness came in front of my eyes.)

Until now Maan had felt that he was only doing his duty at that time by being slightly harsh with Geet. Whereas now he realises that Geet was only coming near him as she considered Maan her love, her husband and her soulmate. Maan also realises that in that extreme harshness and lack of compassion and decency, he not only had wounded Geet’s pure and gentle heart but also slowly had killed the love that was present for him in her heart. Therefore neither Geet’s brain, her heart nor her soul remembers Maan any longer!

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Nice update

Waiting for next update.

Feeling bit bad for geetu ... waiting to see further twists?

U in Singapore na how is the situation there all good I hope

Originally posted by: AnjuRish

Feeling bit bad for geetu ... waiting to see further twists?

U in Singapore na how is the situation there all good I hope

Hi!
Thanks for your concern, I’m no longer based in Singapore!
Thanks

Thanks for PM.

Maan could finally feel Geet’s pain and is in guilt. Want them back together.

Please get them back together soon.

Waiting for next. Update soon.

Nice update dear