Chapter 7: Baarish Mein Bikhre Jazbaat
The monsoon clouds gathered overhead, casting a gray veil over Shimla’s winding streets. The air was thick with the promise of rain, the scent of wet earth rising like an old memory.
Geet hurried through the narrow alleyways, clutching her dupatta close against the sudden gusts. The sangeet ceremony had ended hours ago, but her mind was restless, refusing to find peace.
She needed air — needed to think.
As she stepped into the quiet garden outside the resort, the first drops began to fall, gentle at first, then growing stronger. She closed her eyes, letting the rain wash over her, mingling with the tears she tried to hide.
The rain was cold, but somehow comforting — like nature itself was cleansing her tangled heart.
“Geet!”
The voice startled her. She turned to see Maan running toward her, his coat half-open, his hair damp.
“I was looking for you,” he said, voice rough with urgency.
Geet’s heart quickened.
“You shouldn’t be out here alone,” Maan scolded gently, though his eyes betrayed his worry.
“I needed this,” Geet said, voice barely above a whisper.
They stood there in the rain, two souls soaked in memories and feelings too long buried.
Maan reached out, brushing a wet strand from her face.
“Why didn’t you tell me? All these years?”
Geet looked down, ashamed. “I was scared. Scared of being vulnerable again.”
Maan shook his head slowly. “I was scared too. Scared of losing you.”
Her eyes met his, shimmering with unshed tears. “Then why did you leave?”
His gaze darkened with regret. “Because I thought you wanted me to.”
“Did you ever try to find out?”
He looked away. “I should have. I was a fool.”
For a long moment, silence wrapped around them like the rain.
Then, Maan stepped closer, voice breaking. “Geet, main tumse tab bhi pyaar karta tha, aur aaj bhi karta hoon.”
Geet’s breath caught in her throat.
She wanted to scream, to run, to hold him — all at once.
“I don’t know what to do,” she admitted, voice trembling. “I’m engaged to Aryan. He’s good to me… but you… you’re my past and my present.”
Maan’s hand found hers, squeezing gently. “And maybe your future.”
The rain fell harder, soaking their clothes, blending tears and droplets indistinguishably.
Geet leaned into Maan, seeking warmth in the storm.
“I want to be with you,” she whispered. “But I’m afraid.”
“Fear is natural,” Maan said. “But love… love is braver.”
They stood there, rain falling, hearts spilling truths long held silent.
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Back inside the resort, Aryan watched from a distance, unseen.
He clenched his fists, pain flickering in his eyes.
He realized then that love was not possession.
It was freedom.
And if Geet’s heart belonged to Maan, he would have to let her go.
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The rain slowed to a drizzle as the night deepened.
Geet and Maan walked back slowly, hands intertwined.
Their journey was far from over.
But for the first time in years, they were no longer walking it alone.
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