Part 1
"Bete'' the subtle touch on her shoulder and Geet woke up with a start. Startled. Her droopy taking in the surrounding.slowly it dawned. Previous day she got married to Maan in the temple. She is in Delhi now. Her husband's house. It dawned on her. She looked up again.
"Hum hain bete...maan's daadi" said savitri Devi. Geet lowered her eyes and gently descended from the bed careful not to get entangled in her heavy lehenga and touched Daadi's feet. "Khush rahiye bete" Savitri cupped her cheeks lovingly.
In the morning when she came into the room of her grandson. The room was as it is as she had left it in the previous night. The flower curtain still hung impeccably. Just not fresh as before. Geet was in the centre of the bed but asleep, in sitting position. Still dressed in the pink lehenga. Veil covering her half face. Her head rested on above her knees.
Her heart churned at the sight. Poor girls must have slept crying. Who would not if one's husband doesn't turn up on the wedding night. She must have felt low and melancholic.
Last night, Maan was here. If she remembers it correctly. Before she called it night. When did he leave? There must have been some emergency. Otherwise, Maan isn't irresponsible. But that snob could have informed his new wife if not her. She could've been saved from the embarrassment. Now she feels like a culprit in front of Geet.
A surge of enragement filled her. What to tell this poor soul? That duty bound grandson of her's...This was the reason she wasn't permitting him to go for Indian police services. Always at the beck and call of so called duty. But that stubborn Khurana prefered the services instead of joining the well established business of theirs.
"Maan ko jarur koi emergency hogi" Savitri Devi clarified trying to mitigate the damage. Inside she was just burning like a volcano and ready to spew lava even at the mention of her eldest grandchild. He will see the worst of me today.
The bride in question gave a subtle nod. Lifting a few kilos of Savitri Devi burden if not fully.
"Aap taiyar ho jaiye, aap ke bhai ate hi hoyenge. Aur aap ki pehli rasoi bhi hain"
Again, geet nodded. Savitri Devi smiled and left.
Geet slide on the floor. Beside bed. Myriad of emotions rushed in. Pain. Guilt. Anger. Making her vulnerable. Her eyes filled up. She was worried for papaji. Her family, back at Hoshiarpur. Someone she loved with her life.
Then her mind tricked her. Shoving her in the battle of right and wrong. You are Maan's wife. It's the only truth. A moment before, she rejoiced that Maan didn't arrive and next mulled over Big 'why' attached to the absence of her husband. Did he too love someone else?
…….
"Kuch bologe nahi” Geet said looking at nothing, particularly.
They sat under the jasmine tree, adjacent to each other. There was considerable distance. Geet had folded her leg while Randeep sat stretching in leg one crossed over.
"Kya bolu" he plucked the grass absentmindedly. They just sat there sinking in each other's presence.
Earlier, when she had arrived at her parental home. Everyone was too happy and elated to see her. Papaji's health seems better too. His pale skin got some colour just by the glimpse of his daughter. Like he had achieved his goal. Like all his wishes were answered. Besides her family, he was there too. Randeep, her life. Examining papaji. He passed a faltering smile to Geet. Before it could reach her it died. He hastened in his task and left. Seeing him, her resolve broke. In the evening she sneaked into the attached backyard of their homes. Randeep was sitting there under the Jasmine tree. Their usual meeting point. A huge land was there at the back of their home. A few trees were scattered like guava, jamuna and the Jamine tree. Despite having the trees with fruit no one visited it because of frequent sightings of snakes.
"Geet di...geet di... jija ji aa gaye" titoo her younger brother announced the arrival of her husband merrily.
Randeep hugged her.
"Geet didi…"
Fear gripped her. Paralysing her for moments. What if Maan saw us together? No. No. No. Babaji.
Her heart picked up the pace of a sprinter participating in the Olympics final and started pounding against her ribcage. Beating in her ear. Veneer of sweat covered her face, draining of her any colour.
She pushed Randeep trying to come out of his vice like grip.
"Randeep chode mujhe koi dekh lega" she struggled. Desperate to stay in his arms forever yet determined to go. Salty water slides down from the corner of her eyes.
He tightened his hold on her. Not willing to let her go. It was a horrendous decision to allow his love, his life to marry someone else. Making Their pure love, sin. Adultery. This is what people would call to theiTheir love is now a sin, unethical, immoral and wrong in the eye of society.
What an irony...they succumb to her ailing father. Why had he not voiced out his feelings in front of her father? Were they wrong? They thought about the reputation of their families. Would it have been right if they had eloped...unconcerned of their families. Careless about what happens behind their back. Had it been pure then. Did they malign their sacred love.
YES his mind screamed. This f****** sacrifice hurts. His Geet is now some else's. He felt like breath sucked out of him.
"Mat ja geet" he spoke with a choked voice. His eyes, red and swollen. He must have cried, whole night just like her. Geet noticed. Her resolve melted.
She surrendered to her heart once more. Just one last time. She hugged him tight. Like in a single hug she seeked solace of life time if she could survive without him. She captured his lip. Nibbles it and instantly detached herself of him. Of his love, if heavens permit. Then ran.
Randeep looked at her retreating figure. Dressed in a yellow suit, his favourite person on this earth in his favourite colour left him deserted. He raked his finger through his thick hair. His soul was taken. The mortal body was left, with a beating heart. An ache more painful than death. He fell on his knees and wailed her departure.
To be continued....
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