Mg SS- It Takes Two...THREAD #1 - Page 32

Nobody dared question dadima post that. Geet sat all alone through out the whole puja and some other ceremony. It was time for vidai and to her utter surprise, dadima held her hand while she got ready to move, "hum par yakeen kijiye Geet...", was all dadima said.

[just trust us Geet...]

All was said and done...vidai was more painful for her. where was she going? To whom? The person wo was supposed to take care of her had abandoned her..there was no point in going anywhere...but dadima was the one handling everything. She wanted a proper vidai and she was taking her responsibility. She felt so helpless...like a puppet...being passed from one hand to other. She had no say in this. She did cry...not because she was going away from her home but for the fate babaji had chosen for her.

As they sat in the car and everyone bid goodbye to their beloved daughter. rajji was crying..so was her maa and papaji... she didn't bother to look at darji or brij veerji and not even dadima, who sat beside her. she had faced enough last night already. She didn't even understand why she was going to her sasural when her husband had already rejected without even seeing her face! The corners of her eyes burned as she looked outside the window until she felt dadima's hands squeeze her, lovingly. She gulped own that lump in her throat...it was getting tough. She had held herself back in front of her family members but how will she hold herself back now? dadima had been so nice to her.

"Geet..we understand beta... we will talk to maan once we reach delhi..."

And the next moment, she turned and hugged dadima and cried...letting out her sorrows. Dadima held her back, trying not to cry..while Geet cried her heart out. She did so because she probably had nothing else to do!!! Dadima just let her do as her wish...she just couldn't wait to get back to delhi and give maan a piece of her mind. he had really forgotten his values!

It took almost 5 hours for them to reach delhi. Geet had slept off in the car itself all thanks to the sleepless night and all that crying. anyways, sleeping was a better option now. she woke up with a jerk as the car came to a halt in front of her sasural. She rubbed her eyes and slowly came out and stood awestruck, seeing the huge mansion in front of her...no less than a royal palace. The entire lawn was floored by soft green grass and beautiful flowers... wow was the only word she could utter now. dadima nudged her to walk ahead, smiling, "ye tho app hi ka ghar hain beta..."

[its your home beta...]

P.S Most of geet's dialogs are in hindi for she is not well versed in English. I have given translations as well, any problem, please pm.

"ye kitna sundar hain dadima...", she spoke dreamily.

[its so beautiful dadima..]

"tho andar chaliye... aapko aur bhi achi lagegi..", dadima was glad that she was at least speaking.

[then lets go inside... you will like it more...]

Geet was surprised to see dadima all prepared when she stopped her on the door and did a small grihapravesh. She loved the whole thing... but it was still incomplete. She so wanted to cry at her fate but then seeing dadima, she just couldn't. She was looking so happy and Geet just couldn't cry seeing that happiness. She slowly kicked the kalash full of rice and entered the place which was supposed to be her home.

Dadima smiled and led her to her room... precisely maan's room, that was her perfect place. Geet was nervous, actually didn't know what to feel! Kis haq se wo uss kamre mein rehti ya usey apna kehti... she was discarded like an unised toy already! Dadima left her to rest and went to rest herself. She knew Geet needed to be a little alone for a while before she speaks to maan in the evening.

Geet closed the door and slowly walked inside. she was awed by the grandeur of the room. Dadima said he usually stayed in London and comes once in a while to India but the room looked as if it was already being used. Clean, spacious and beautiful. Wow... she slowly walked towards the window and pulled the curtains to allow the light to pass... even he would have done the same with this...! she walked ahead and ran her fingers over his cupboard...he would have used it so many times... and then she stopped by a single portrait of his..a huge portrait hung right in front of her. he looked like a greek god...a little younger perhaps..umm may be in college he was! She ran her fingers on it... marriage for her was a divine relation and he just can't walk out of it this easily!!! He was her husband for god's sake.. and she remembered her maa telling her never to give up on a relation until you have fought till your last!

She didn't know why she was remembering these stuffs at this point of time but then they seemed to calm her down. She was his wife...she had given her life to him the moment she had seen his face... she was supposed to follow the seven sacred vows till her last breath and she will. She quietly changed into her simple salwar kameez and fell on the bed, trying hard to relax. She was tired with all those emotional atyachar and she needed rest. She dozed off immediately in her soft white bed.

It was almost around 7 in the evening when she came down and heard dadima's heated conversation with someone over the phone! Curious, she hurried down and then stilled, realizing she was talking to maan.

"maan...do you realize what you have done?"

Maan was hell irritated. He was very very angry at dadima for lying to him. he had just finished his lunch when dadima had called him, almost spoiling the entire day talking about that illiterate girl.

"dadima.. I have told you already..i don't accept it.. I didn't expect that from you! You could have at least told me her qualification..."

"maan... is this what we taught you? To run away from your responsibilities? For god's sake you are married to her... !"

"fine then...", he had enough of this argument. He had been over the phone arguing with his beloved dadima for the past one hour, "if you call that a responsibility, I know how to handle it. you told me never to ignore my responsibility, then I wont.. I will pay for her living and stuff but please don't burden me under that stupid thing called marriage... "

"what about the girl maan? Think about her for once..she is the best for you...", dadima almost cried seeing him determined not to come back to India.

"I told you I don't care... if you want then I will pay for her living..thats it! don't expect more than this and don't even try anything to get me back to india.. am not coming back!"

"not even for your dadima?", dadima tried to convince him. but he had already disconnected the phone. Dadima was so upset. The phone slipped down her hand and she fell on the cough. Geet immediately rushed to her and held her from falling, "dadima... aap theek tho hain?"

[dadima are you okay?]

Dadima looked at the innocent girl right beside her, holding her, tears brimming her eyes. She caressed her head softly, "koi baat nahi beta.. hum maan ko manayenge..aap fikr mat kijiye.."

[its okay beta... we will convince maan..don't you worry...]

Geet smiled through her tears and immediately brought a glass of water to dadima. When dadima had calmed down, Geet finally dared to speak out her mind...she had been thinking so much all this time.

"dadima... aap mujhe apni beti maante hain na... "

[dadima you think me as your daughter right...]

Dadima smiled and kissed her forehead, "isme tho koi shaq nahi.."

[theres no doubt about it...]

"mujhe aapse kuch poochna tha... dadima, agar ye sab mushkil hain aapke liye tho please mujhe apne ghar waapis chale jaane dijiye. Iss shaadi ka koi matlab hain nahi tho mein rehke kya karungi yahan?"

[I wanted to ask something.. dadima, if its getting tougher then please let me go back to my house. when this marriage doesn't mean anything to anyone then theres no point in me staying here..]

Dadima was so shocked!! She wasn't the one to give up and she didn't expect Geet to give up as well. maan just needed a lesson... his ego was not allowing him to accept this marriage and she made sure she'd break that ego.

"Geet..ye aap kya keh rahi hain? Aap aise haar nahi maan sakti!! Aap maan ki patni hain... aapka haq hain unpar.. wo bhatak gaye gaye hain kuch waqt ke liye.. aapko hi unhe waapis sahi raaste lana hain.. aap hume apna maanti hain aur aisi baatein karti hain?"

[Geet...what are you saying? How can you give up this easily? You are his wife... you have all rights on him. he has been led astray for a while..its you who has to bring him realize what's the right path... you think of us as family and yet you think stuffs like this?]

Dadima was upset already and Geet's words hurt her even more. She looked away from her angrily, regretting her decision for the first time in her life!

"dadima...please meri baat suniye..", Geet pleaded. She had never expected dadima to feel this bad. She had known that dadima was not well before her marriage, from darji.

"aapki tabiyat kharab ho jayegi..mein tho bas..."

[dadima please listen to me... you will fall sick like this...i was just...]

Dadima cut her in between, "yeah fine... jaiye agar jaana hain tho.. humari tho kisi ko parwah hi nahin hain.. aur waise bhi aapke veerji aur darji tho honge na aapka swagat karne ke liye...please go..."

[yea fine..go if you want to... no one cares about us. Anyways our veerji and darji must be waiting to welcome you...]

Geet froze hearing this from dadima... and suddenly all the consequence of this flashed in her mind... darji and veerji would never accept her..she knew it really well. she was broken from her reverie with dadima coughing badly. She was having trouble in breathing. Geet panicked and immediately caressed her back, calling for help to the servants.

Nakul came running and handed dadima's inhaler and her medicines to Geet. Geet was so scared. She immediately helped dadima with ehr inhaler and made her have the medicine.

"dadima please...take rest.."

Dadima ignored, jerked her hand away and turned away from her. Geet sighed in defeat... she was actually trapped in the webs of fate. She couldn't have left dadima alone and she couldn't have gone back home either. She held dadima's hand and squeezed them gently, "am sorry dadima.. mein aapka dil nahi dukhana chahti thi..aap agar nahi chahti tho mein nahi jaungi... par ek request hain aapse.."

[am sorry dadima.. I didn't want to hurt you. If you don;t want me to go, I won't but I have one request..]

Daidma looked at her quizzically though her eyes pleaded her not to make a request that wouldn't be able to fulfil.

"mujhe apne liye alag kamra de dijiye... mein wahan nahi rehna chahti jahan rehne ka mujhe haq nahi..."

[please give me a room for myself... I don't want to stay at a place where I have no rights to be in...]

"but beta..."

"please dadima... pleaseee..."

Dadima sighed and kissed her forehead, nodding. She couldn't stop but bless Geet again and again and somewhere hoped maan understood his wife and came back and she was determined to get him back.

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The next morning, Geet took a long shower to wash off all the negativities and start a new day afresh in her sasural. That thought should give girls jitters but here she felt so trapped! She sighed and stood in front of the mirror, combing her hair when her eyes fell on her beautiful chuda in her hands. Ohh they looked so beautiful! She looked at it for a while and didn't know what happened to her... she immediately took off all the chuda except one on each hand and then looked at herself. It felt better!! She covered herself with her dupatta and walked down stairs. By now all servants knew she was a guest. She saw everyone unusually busy and then headed to dadima's room. Dadima was just sitting on her bed, having tea when she went and touched her feet.

Dadima smiled as she blessed her, "good morning beta..."

"good morning dadima...", Geet wished and sat beside her, "ab aapki tabiyat kaisi hain?"

[how is your health now?]

"bas aap hain tho sab theek hain..."

[you are there... then everything's fine]

Just then dadima's eyes fell on her hands, shocking her. Geet followed her gaze and found her looking at her angrily. She knew she had to explain. Before she could open her mouth to speak anything when a loud voice disturbed them.

"dadimaaa..."

And the next moment, Geet found a girl hugging dadima like a child hugging her mother, almost sitting on her lap. Dadima had a wide smile on her face as she held her back.

"my pari is back..."

"ohhh dadima...i missed you sooo muchhh...umaah ummah..ummaahh.." she kissed dadima's cheeks again and again.

Geet smiled, seeing them together. the girl looked young, like a child...probably of her own age! She was feeling a little lighter seeing them so happy.

Annie pulled dadima's cheeks, "aapne tho mujhe ek baar bhi phone nahi kiya..", she made a face when her eyes fell on Geet, "dadima...who is this?"

[you didn't even call me once...]

And before dadma could reply, annie kept on blurting, "aur ye kya kiya..maan bro ki shaadi karwa di.. wo bhi mere bina.. and that too to some village girl... uff no wonder bro is this mad... but dadima ye aapne galat kiya...pata nahi kis ladki se kara di bro ki shaadi..."

[and what did you do... you got maan bro married without me...and that too to some village girl.. uff no wonder bro is this mad... but dadima you didn't do the right thing.. god knows which stupid girl you got married to bro..]

This stunned both dadima and Geet. Geet was surprised to realise she could be her sister0-in law and she felt the corner of her eyes burn. Dadima caught her gaze and shook her head apologetically to which Geet smiled weakly, assuring her not to worry. She had kind of guessed this was to happen sooner or later.

Dadima tunred to annie, "maan ne ye sab kahi aapse?"

[did maan tell you all this?]

"umm I was speaking to him last night... he seemed quiet upset..", annie said thoughtfully.

Geet couldn't have sat there and heard all that. she gulped down that lump in her throat and got up to leave when dadima held her hand, shaking her head.

"annie..meet her...this is Geet..maan..."

"dadima... please... have your medicine..." Geet intervened, not wanting dadima to tell annie anything about this. Dadima looked at her with questioning eyes while Geet shook her head, pleading her not to speak anything and reveal who she was.

Dadima sighed, very well understanding the situation and turned to annie, "we meant she is Geet, one of our family friend's grand daughter... and she will be staying with us for now..."

Annie was super delighted to see Geet looking almost if her own age. She might find a good company, "hiee.. this is Annie...Anwesha Khurana... nice to meet you.."

Geet smiled meekly, "hi.."

"waise Geet what do you do?", annie was one chatter box. Geet found it cute but then she didn't know what to speak.

"wo...i...umm.."

"Geet is here to complete her education annie.. there isn't much facility in hoshiyarpur..thats why she is here..."

Annie was happy, "wooww..thats so good Geet... if you want I can help you with this... you know am very good at academics.. maan bro calls me an encyclopedia you know..not that he is less but..."

"annie... stop!!! Kitna bolti hain aap...pehle jaiye..fresh ho jaiye..then sit with Geet and talk to your heart's fill..." dadima rolled her eyes! She had got one master piece as her grand daughter.

[annie...stop!! how much do you speak... first go and freshen up.. then sit with Geet and talk to your heart's fill..]

Geet smiled seeing annie made faces as she walked out. One thing she concluded, annie was not bad at heart. she was a very warm person. She said all what she heard from maan and she wasn't wrong either. She sighed and went to the kitchen on dadima's wish to eat typical Punjabi breakfast.

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