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Chapter 16
As Geet quickly made her way into the house, she could hear Sameera behind her. “What’s going on here, Maan?” Sameera demanded. “The photographer and I have been waiting for at least a half hour! How could you forget this photo shoot?”
“Probably as easily as you forgot me last night,” Maan said dryly.
Their voices faded as Geet entered the front door. She thought about how Maan had made time to take both her and Neil out, and how he had made sure she ate at the cafe. Would he have done that if he really was committed to the charade of his engagement with Sameera?
*You’re kidding yourself, Geet,* she told herself. Still, she found herself wandering back to the den, as if drawn to the place where Maan had spoken so freely with her last night -- even though he had been drunk and couldn’t remember what he had said.
Upon entering the den, Geet saw that Maan’s trench coat was draped over the arm of the sectional sofa. She vaguely remembered that he had fallen asleep in it. Geet grabbed for his coat, intending to take it back to the foyer, when a sheaf of paper fell out of the pocket and her own name caught her eye.
As if on autopilot, Geet read the entire document. Along with Geet’s name, the names of her parents and brother were noted. The document also listed her various foster homes, schools attended, and even the addresses of the shelters where she had lived. It appeared to be the background check Maan had wanted on her. Next to the name of the shelter she had been kicked out of was printed “evicted by headmistress due to Miss Handa’s wrongdoing.”
Geet bit her lip, stung by the unfairness of it all. She hadn’t done *anything* wrong. She could still remember that man’s hand gripping her shoulder, how she had forced him away from her. What did Maan think of this notation on her background check? Geet sat down on the loveseat, slightly dazed.
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Eventually, Geet tucked her own background check back into Maan’s pocket and forced herself to walk to the foyer to hang up Maan’s coat. When she turned around from the closet, she saw Maan in the sitting room, a glass with amber liquid on the coffee table. Whiskey?
“You already got drunk *last* night!” Geet squealed, rushing into the room.
Maan dragged his eyes to her, looking both weary and slightly amused. “Well, I think a broken engagement is a good excuse to consume even more alcohol.”
A beat passed as Geet took in his statement. “Wait, you mean . . . you and Sameera --”
“It’s over and done,” said Maan, leaning back against the sofa.
Instead of allowing herself to feel even an iota of joy, Geet crossed her arms nervously. “What about her father? Isn’t he a gang leader like you? Are you safe now that you’ve broken the engagement off with his daughter? What if he comes after you?”
“I don’t care,” he said flatly. “I couldn’t be with Sameera anymore under any circumstances.”
“Why not?” Geet asked, her voice just above a whisper.
Maan lifted his head and stared at her for a long while. Finally, he said, “Why do you think, Geet?”
Geet’s throat grew dry as Maan lifted himself off the couch and walked toward her. “What do you think a man should do,” he asked, “when he’s engaged to someone he has never even liked, let alone loved, and who only agreed to the arrangement to stop the violence between two crime syndicates?”
“And the violence continued anyway,” said Geet, her heart dropping. “So you saw no point in keeping the engagement going.”
“You didn’t let me finish.”
“Oh?”
“What do you think that man should do,” Maan continued lowly, “when a woman, who is smart and sweet and beautiful, enters his life? Do you think it would be right for him to stay engaged?” He lifted his hand to hover near her cheek, then swallowed and tucked his hand in his pocket. “What do you think?”
Geet’s heart was racing so fast she could hardly hear her own thoughts.
“I'll pour it out,” said Maan, nodding toward the tumbler of whiskey. “It was supposed to be a drink out of *celebration,* just so you know. But I have a dinner meeting with Adi, anyway. I had more books delivered to your room, by the way. I’ll see you tomorrow, Geet.”
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“Are you sure this is the right place?” Geet furrowed her brow as Maan’s driver pulled up to a small, one-story house.
“This is it!” Neil cried. “This is Mama’s house!”
It was the next afternoon. Instead of allowing herself to tortuously dissect Maan’s comments from the day before, Geet focused on reuniting Neil with his mother. As young as Neil was, Geet had doubted whether Neil would remember his mother’s address. He hadn’t, but he did remember a few landmarks -- a large grocery store with a green roof, a park with a broken swing set -- and Maan’s driver had been able to identify the neighborhood after a few wrong turns. It was a run-down area on the other side of town. Neil’s father was uber-rich but apparently hadn’t given any funds to his ex.
As Neil flung open the car door and raced to the house, Geet tried to not think of how she was probably violating some kind of custody order by bringing Neil here. Geet hurried behind Neil, observing the small yet neat garden out front.
Neil knocked on the front door with vigor, his small knuckles turning red, until the door finally opened.
A petite, thin woman stood on the threshold. She wore a faded house dress, her hair in a messy bun. She had a round, childlike face, which lit up at seeing Neil. “My boy!” She scooped up her son, showering him with kisses. “Mama!” Neil cried.
Geet’s heart swelled at the reunion. Neil’s mother looked up with tears in her eyes and said, gratitude apparent in her voice, “You must be an angel for bringing him to me.”
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“It’s just so unfair, Maan,” Geet said that night at dinner. She and Maan were sitting outside on the terrace, stars appearing in the sky as she relayed her afternoon. “Neil’s mother, Asha, told me today that Monty kicked her out of the house after the separation and refused to let her see Neil. Asha became so depressed that by the time of the official custody hearing, she didn’t make a favorable impression on the judge. Tell me, is that really her fault? Asha couldn’t even afford to hire an attorney to advocate for her.”
“Of course it's not her fault,” said Maan, shaking his head in disgust. “I can’t believe all of this happened right under my nose. But Geet, I have to add that you absolutely should have asked me first before taking Neil to see his mom. I’m his caretaker when he’s over here, and yours, too, frankly. I need to know where you both are.”
Slumping in her chair, Geet said, “I understand, but I just couldn’t stand to watch Neil hurting.”
To her surprise, Maan smiled. “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone whose heart is as pure as yours.”
“Well, I -- I mean, I think anyone --” Geet stammered. She wondered fleetingly if Maan would sooner or later bring up the background check noting her supposed “wrongdoing."
“No,” Maan interrupted, “I don’t think just anyone would have felt as driven to reunite a little boy with his mother. Especially since you’ve only known Neil for a short amount of time.”
Her cheeks burning from both delight and embarrassment, Geet merely looked down at her salad.
Maan tilted her chin up with his index finger. “Geet, we need to talk,” he said quietly. "Really talk."
“Of course,” she whispered.
Suddenly, both Maan and Geet heard a loud banging. Since they were outside on the terrace, Geet could tell it was coming from the front of the house. Was someone trying to break down the front door?
A deep crease appeared on Maan’s forehead. “Stay here,” he ordered as he stood up.
“What’s going on?” Panicked, Geet rose from her seat as well. “I have to come with you.”
“No,” Maan said sharply. “I don’t know who it is and it could be dangerous. Stay here. I’m serious, Geet.”
“But you don’t have anyone to protect you,” Geet blurted out.
A look of tenderness crossed Maan’s face. “I can take care of myself, sweetheart,” he said, his voice uncharacteristically soft. Maan hesitated for a moment, then caressed her cheek with his palm. “If you want to do something for me, sit tight here so I don’t have to worry about you. Okay?”
The banging continued and now Geet could hear shouting as well. She was so terrified that she couldn’t even soak up the sweet moment the two had just shared. Geet watched, nerve-wracked, as Maan walked back through the house and toward the front door.
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Edited by kumari3 - 3 years ago