MG FF ~ABHI NAHIN AANA ~ THREAD #8 - Page 8

She left the room, leaving Geet to ponder on the fact what she could have done to maan. She had recalled her family... her friends...her childhood memories yet she never said anything to maan. Hearing avantika, she was sure there was something drastically wrong in their past! She hadn't even spoken a word about her recalling her past to maan because she didn't want him to stress more but looks like she had to research more on their past now, that too without letting him know.

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed

I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance, I hope you dance

What are memories made of? Those fragments of your life which are embedded in your brain and heart...those that you want to remember and those that you never want to relive again. its funny though, when you lose yourself to those memories...so virtual and so a mirage! Someone had rightly said, "Memories warm you up from inside, but they also tear you apart!"

She twisted a bit and the music played in her ears, don't know if it soothed her or pained her. she curled up on her bed, not even changing into a night suit. That beautiful gown had wrinkles all over but it didn't matter anymore perhaps. The hem had hitched up, revealing her soft and slender white legs up till her knees but she was not in this world. Avantika's words had raked up her soul, asking her what wrong had she done! And when she couldn't conjure up energy to think anymore, she had fallen asleep, putting her ear plug on.

Beads of sweat appeared on her wrinkled forehead. There was a doll, a big mansion, a loving family and there was a man who was ready to do anything for her. then there was a car and tears! She smiled a little, feeling his kiss still lingering on her lips, just like it had been in the past, that tender touch of love yet fierce enough to shake her entire existence. And then there was immense pain rising up in her chest, so much pain that she thought it would constrict her heart and kill her right there. a sudden premonition... a pellucid clairvoyance that her ultimate destination was him...and that he might be snatched away and that day was not long. Something was there in her past that would tear her away from him and the worse she felt was she herself being the reason for that disunion. She writhed in that never ending pain of loneliness and fear. All she wanted was to wake up and be in his arms.

Maan was in deep sleep. He had been back late night and this morning sleep was something new to him. not because he was tired but because of the soft caress he felt on his forehead, tender and loving. He was never used to having someone in his room, except for that one person he had craved to be with. He lazily opened his eyes with a soft smile! even though he was dreaming, this had to be the best morning ever. He pulled her hand that caressed his hair and kissed it, lovingly and closed his eyes. Indeed it was the best morning. He felt her soft tender lips on his cheeks and it lingered there for a while. this was something unexpected. Was it even a dream when her womanly scent filled his senses. He lazily opened his droopy eyes and found her beautiful face close to his, her eyes looking directly into his. He focussed his gaze on her deep dark eyes that had so much softness in them. for a moment he felt he'd lose himself to her. her warm breath falling on his lips, being at such close proximity, it was dangerous!

She softly caressed his cheek with her fingers, sending tremors in him which only make him realize it was no dream. She was indeed here. He held her hand and sat up, surprised to see her in his room, sitting right beside him, with that serene smile playing on her lips. She didn't look shy or nervous or anything for that matter. She just smiled at him calmly.

"Geet...what are you doing here?", he asked surprised. The first sun rays hit her, making her look like a white goddess.

She made a cute baby face, "kyun..mein yahan nahin aa sakti?"

Oh she looked so delectable with that cuteness in her.

"no.. I didn't mean.."

He couldn't even continue, she just so easily leaned forward and pressed her lips right over his. He was surprised, shocked and what not. Images of last night flashed in his mind... their kiss, ohh god she had let down that invisible barrier between them. he was even more surprised when she cupped his face, angling it to her comfort when he didn't respond. Ohh god, she was his life and he couldn't stay away from her. he held her hands and kissed her back lazily. Her lips lovingly searched for his entrance and he gave in. She smiled into the kiss and tasted his raw mouth with her tongue, pleasuring him with all her love. she wasn't wild like the last night, she was lovingly passionate and tender, just like she had been since he had found her alive.

She broke apart and blushed, looking down yet that fear in her lurked within. She might as well shower all her love on him before something...that certain premonition comes true and tears them apart. He cupped her cheeks and made her look at him, "tum theek ho?"

Ohh how much could she fall for this man! She nodded softly and got off the bed. He held her and hand pulled her back. She fell on him with a gasp. He steadied her in his arms and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "what were you doing here so early?"

She slowly got up and walked out and her voice trailed behind her, "I wanted to see you.."

He sighed...this was the best morning ever. He was blessed but something seemed weird, like something amiss, something had happened to her. she was never this much into expressions. He dressed up, worrying about her and rushed down for breakfast. There was no one around. Ana had been keeping busy with her college lately and avantika was nowhere to be seen. He wondered why it was so deserted when he heard some dishes clanking in the kitchen and a very familiar yet an unfamiliar hum of his favourite song. He walked in only to see her, busy in making something. he stood by the door, watching her run around the kitchen cutely. She had her tab placed on the counter which had the video running of how to make pasta and she was following the same, humming a tune.

Her pasta boiled while she slowly chopped the vegetables, watching the videos. And when she lagged behind, she'd pause the video and finish her work. He was so awed by that sight...his heart leapt in happiness yet the rational side of him was worrying. She was never into this girly stuffs and definitely not cooking.

"Geet...ye kya kar rahi ho?"

His voice startled her and she dropped the ladle on the floor, with a scream. He immediately rushed to her and picked up the ladle, "are you hurt?"

She shook her head innocently, "you scared me!!"

"sorry... I was wondering what are you doing.."

"umm... making pasta..", she spoke, draining out the water from her pasta and then blushed, "for you..."

He watched her in surprise as she oiled the pan and put the veggies to saute. There was this cracking sound and some oil crackled on her. she got scared and moved back, only to hit his hard chest. He covered her entirely from the back and pushed her towards the gas, holding her hand, that held the spatula. He made her saute softly as she leaned back on his chest, feeling his warmth.

"was it necessary?", his breath on her ears tickled her. she breathed in sharply, concentrating on how he was making her stir the vegetables. Maan observed her and she acted...weird! she smiled taking in the aroma of the parsley leaves, "umm...i had a dream last night..."

He listened to her, still holding her hand, helping her stir as she put the pasta in. A few minutes of sudden silence echoed in the room. He wanted to ask her what was wrong with her and why was she behaving so... but stopped seeing her getting lost in her work, humming the same tune again! did she remember that? he watched her curiously while she served the food on the plate and extended it to him, shyly. He looked at the plate and then at her cutely pouting face.

He took in a bite and thought for a while. she waited for his reaction anxiously. Her heart stopped beating when he twitched his brows.

"acha nahin bana hain?"

He leaned over and placed a kiss on her lips, "I like this better..."

She blushed red while he quickly finished off the pasta and rushed out, waving her a bye. Once he was gone, she went back to her room and locked herself. She clutched her heart and fell on the ground. It hurt deep within!

Sasha knocked, "ma'am...shall we leave?"

She opened the door, with that typical Geet handa style,-- those pleated grey pants. Crisp white shirt, tab in one hand and those red hot stilettos, "yup... but first we need to get to Ana's college!"

Sasha knew asking her something would be a risk, "but are you sure about this? I mean you haven't asked her...putting her in hostel like this.."

She glared at Sasha shutting her up, as they drove towards their office, "I know what is best for my sister. We can't stay here forever and anyways everyone knows am alive now..theres no point in hiding."

"but isn't it risky? You haven't recovered fully yet.."

Geet sighed and looked out of the window, nonchalantly, not even bothering to answer Sasha. She walked into her cabin with so much attitude...she was the owner of this place. Sasha followed her, planning her schedule, trying hard not to stress her too much. she was having difficulty in recognising some familiar faces but Sasha was there to help her out. She had recovered many things about her work except the major events in her life.

It was like afternoon when Geet finished reading some papers. She stretched herself while Sasha got in, carrying a bottle of red wine, looking quizzically at her.

"you ordered this?", Sasha was shocked realizing the delivery boy asking for Geet handa. Geet turned back to her and smiled, "oh yes of course.. come on Sasha..have a drink with me.."

She pulled out two beautiful flute glasses, grinning and banged it on the table, "oops.. we don't have wine glasses. I guess we have to do with flute glasses for a while.."

Sasha was so damn irritated. She kept the bottle on the table and fumed, "what is wrong with you? You know you are not well...and drinking is not allowed inside the office, still you..ohh god, Geet whats wrong with you?"

Geet glared at her for addressing her by her name but Sasha didn't budge! Geet sighed and carelessly poured the wine in the glass, "you know what... to know who I am, I have to be who I was..cheers..."

She lifted the glass to Sasha and gulped it all down her throat, ignoring that burning sensation in her.

Maan entered his study after a long day and found her standing beside his bookshelf, reading something. he smiled and went to his table, not disturbing her. he kept his files in order when two hands glided across his waist, and her head rested on his back, "I missed you.."

Her voice so soft and tender, he felt he was truly home. He held her hands round his waist and smiled, did you have a nice time at work?"

"umm.. maan...can we go out and sit in the lawn?"

"now? can you give me a few minutes to freshen up jaan?"

She nodded and left him and went back to her book or some sort of case studies. She thought for a while and closed the book and sat on the couch, to experience the bliss of waiting for him. they walked out hand in hand, lost in each other. Her entire time was his... how badly she wanted to shower all her love on him and this was just perfect.

But her happiness in those innocent eyes didn't last long when they found avantika in the garden. She gave a dirty look to Geet and then looked at maan sternly, "its dinner time I presume and I want my family at the table right now.."

Her words were clear indicating what she wanted and Geet did too. She took a step ahead and stood in between the mother and son, "we will be there in a while..."

Avantika rolled her eyes, "how can we trust you after what all you had done?"

"mom stop it... I don't want another argument with you..."

Avantika rolled her eyes, "can't believe my son is so blindly in love with this girl. come on maan.. tell her what she did to you oh wait.. why you.. talk about her father!"

Geet was shocked to hear the mention of her father...after a long time, someone spoke about him. she looked stunned at avantika while maan wrapped his hand around her, "mom..we had a talk about this... you can't speak to her like that..."

Avantika was really pissed off with whatever was going on, "stop sealing my mouth everytime maan. You know well what she did to her dear father... he was on his death bed and this girl...she was so lost in her world with a guy that she didn't even visit her dying father...what can you expect from her now?

her own father... he was dying and she was having fun with some guy...how disgusting it can be! You are such a fool maan.."

Geet's eyes welled up... never could she even think like this. But maan being wronged in anyway was beyond her tolerance. Avantika started leaving when she turned towards her, tears rolling down her eyes and her voice broken, "then I must have loved him..."

Her broken voice killed him right there. he probably guessed where this conversation was heading to... he could clearly remember.. she had been with him, the whole night and his mother bringing this up in such a way had hurt her immensely.

Avantika stopped on her way and turned back, shocked to hear her reply.

"i.. I must have loved him so much...", she cried, fighting herself not to breakdown, "..that I never cared about anyone else... I must have loved him that madly.."

Maan stood stunned hearing those words... the way she had changed after that was so afresh in his mind.

"i... I must have loved that man so crazily that nothing more than him mattered to me anymore at that time, not even my own father... "

Avantika left, hearing those replies which were enough to make her walk away. She didn't have an answer to that. but maan was lost in his world. He watched her break down and run back into the mansion. How he wished he could hold her and take away that pain but her words had tied chains around his feet... she loved him even then??!!!

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