#3 Thread ||MG SS: Rough Ishq||13th Sept'14 - Page 19

Part 19


Damn it! Geet cursed herself. Stupid, stupid stupid Geet! Why can't I ever disobey him? She scolded herself biting her nails in anxiety pacing around the room, worriedly. She was extremely tensed for Maan. She should have waited, she should have gone back... What if he needed her? What if he is hurt. What if she-
Damn!She screamed in frustration. She felt so nervous and edgy. I should just call him and confirmThat's when she realized amidst all the commotion her own cell phone was long forgotten in her shaggy apartment. She wondered whether anyone would have bothered to call her. Might be Rahul or Maanu ... Their deal oh-
Her incessant rambling ignored as her eyes fell on the landline and her thoughts shifted to worrying about Maan. Hurriedly she picked up the landline but then... Damn! I don't have his number eitherShe hit her head with the receiver. She was sure that he might have changed his number that he had 4 months back. Still she tried. However it went to his voicemail. Part of her elated that he still had the same number so that she wouldn't have to ask his number. How embarrassing that would be when she claims to be hating him! Her cheeks turned red with his thoughts and their 'meeting' today. He had been sly with his words yet soft with his actions and...somewhat bit forceful but she liked the whole-
What the hell was she thinking? She reprimanded herself. Her forehead creased with worry at his no response. He might be busy- the logical side of her said but she still couldn't evade her restlessness- at night? Probably with...someone else...a woman, she thought bitterly. The thought definitely unsettled her. A deep anguish cry threatened to erupt out of her throat. She took bouts of air to calm her fraying nerves. Calming a little she sat by the bed facing the window. She was just tired -fed up. He was giving her mixed signals- one moment he would be soft and the next declaring he hated her. Her shoulders sagged in worry. Where is he now? Her heart ached for the person who tormented her mind and snatched her sleep.

Maan eyed the pole as he approached them. He walked stealthily amongst the bushes hiding, vaguely counting the number of goons. He mentally cursed himself for asking Geet to wait for him instead of running away. He rushed forward to stop the ones who were running in her direction. Catching them by surprise he hit one's head with the pole, hard and strong, as he was knocked down unconscious, falling off the bike. Others stopped their bikes surrounding Maan. They stood back a bit, cowering away. They were ordered to follow him, not confront him. However Maan didn't wait.
He hit the one who was leading them all, with the pole. Two of them attacked him at once to release their leader while the other two rushed in Geet's way. His eyes widened in panic, watching Geet still there. No... He couldn't let them reach her. His blood boiled at the sight of Geet being vulnerable, and..unaware. The other two guys still fighting with him as the leader watched them with a smug smirk. Adrenaline pumping in his veins now, he hit his elbow with a strong blow on one guy's nose. He held his nose bleeding heavily, finally knocked out.

Maan hit the other guy with his knee at his groin, hitting viciously as the guy fell off whimpering in pain holding his crotch. The leader who till now was relaxed, started panicking as Maan darted towards the other two, grabbing their collars from back , he pulled them back harshly screaming, Go Geet... Run Away!!.

In that split second he just wished Geet would listen and run... He didn't care for his own life... He cared for Geet's! A wistful smile appeared on his face as it seemed Geet had listened to him and started his bike. He sighed in relief... Smirking at his own twisted emotions he snapped back to reality as the goons in his hands started thrashing, hitting him.
He punched both of them in their guts knocking out their breaths. However, he felt a sting on the back of his head, he fell down holding his head...which throbbed very badly. The leader had hit him with a rod, he realized. He needed to do something soon... They were the sources of information. They weren't the simple goons as Khan had claimed. He should-
Air knocked out of his lungs... The other two men had woken up and hit his chest and stomach. Maan fell down on his fours, blood oozing out of his head. Luckily, Khan's men reached just in time capturing the whole gang. Maan falling in and out of consciousness. The last words escaping out of himGeet... I am coming...

One hour later
The bright lights blinded him as he found himself in a cabin. His head was throbbing badly. He held his head, hissing in pain as Shekhar looked at him concerned.
What happened?Maan enquired.
You tell me Maan what happened to you.

Fortunately I called on your cell and found out. The kind gentlemen who found you out brought you here after I requested them to bring you here, to my clinic... Whom did you fight with?He asked with fatherly concern. Maan swallowed his saliva, biting his lip; trying to block out the pain.
Where are they... The men who...He changed the subject not wanting to reveal his secrets and discoveries this soon.
Gone... They left...Shekhar informed. Maan wondered whether Geet was alright. He looked around searching for his cell. Finally he found it on the side table. Immediately he punched Khan's number. As the call connected, Maan huffed impatiently , Shekhar looking curious. Where is she... Geet?He barked. Shekhar stiffened, his face turning stone hard and cold. Maan noticed but didn't comment. Why would there be a sudden change in him for no reason?
Farmhouse... Sir, the goons..
We will interrogate them together... Later!He commanded and cut the call.
Geet?! I thought you and Meera were together Maan... She won't stop gushing about you!Shekhar reprimanded him making him guilty , just for a moment. She is mistaken, make her understand... I would rather spend my whole life hating Geet than any other, now that I realize. It..Maan spat feeling repulsed at Shekhar's thoughts. Seeing the doctor flinch at his words, he softenedShe is your daughter ... Make her understand.. It was all a mistake... I came back away from her just so that she would understand. Shekhar simply noddedAre you taking the pills I gave you?He asked gruffly. YesMaan lied. He didn't take the pills when he was with Geet, when he wasn't stressed. But it seems like he would need one today, he thought.
I have to goShekhar handed him a few painkillers and more strips of the same pills. Maan called a cab rushing to the mansion. The confrontation with Shekhar was wierd.

One hour later
The pill in his hand, he contemplated whether to have it. The thought of why Geet went to farmhouse instead of KM drove him crazy... Then the confrontation with Shekhar... The guilt about Meera... It all stressed him out and finally he gulped the pill. Today he didn't drown out his worries in alcohol like most of the times. It increased his headache exponentially. He staggered back as memories flooded him. The blindfold... Miss Shadow., the familiar farmhouse... It clouded his mind as guilt jabbed his chest. He shouldn't have done that. Now that alcohol wasn't marring his rational mind, he felt the guilt the regret... He forced her... Mind numbing pain... He closed his eyes. Her faint silhoutte danced in his blank vision. As if his legs had a mind of their own... Carrying him to the basement, through the secret passage to the farmhouse. No blindfolds, he realized with a grim face. Sure enough she was there sitting on the bed lost in her thoughts. He grinned amidst his regretful thoughts. She is here. His Shadow is here. Always. The thought sent tingles throughout his body Miss Shadow..He rasped resting his back on her back clasping her soft fingers in his calloused ones. You are hereShe spoke softly, her voice resigned.
You seem sadHe spoke meekly. Startled, Geet started to move away. Her skin tingled with the familiarity of the person. What? No blindfolds today? No attempt to rape me?She snapped. Somehow today she felt the sense of security today, which their previous meets lacked. He didn't reek of alcohol this time. It calmed her heart, although her rational mind willed her to leave. She struggled and thrashed. Maan hissed in pain as she clawed his back. Shirtless, she almost gasped. S..Sorry... Shadow...He spoke so softly that she had to strain her ears to hear him.
Huh? ShadowShe was surprised to hear him address her like that and apologizing. Why did she find it so Maan-like. She should really stop connecting everything to Maan, she scolded herself. Maine tumhara chehra nai dekhaHe spoke so cutely, child-like explaning. Geet was so surprised. It totally contradicted his behaviour earlier. you forced meHer voice quivered. I am sorry... I won't do it again...He promised.
I was angry... She left me... I pushed her away... She will go to someone else not me-He rambled but Geet pulled away placing her hand over his mouth cutting him off. Maan landed on the pillow and Geet over him. She bent over kissing his forehead lightly, Calm down...She whispered gently. An overwhelming urge to comfort him arose within her.
She moved her hand little too fast, hitting his busted lip. He moaned in pain. You are hurt.. She panicked, scrambling away to put the lights on. Where are you going?He caught her hand pulling her back. Lights... First-aidShe ranted. He chuckled lowly. A shiver ran down her spine with the familiar sound, MaanShe whispered. His ears perked up. Umm?He asked. Geet realized who she was with and hence shrugged the feeling off. Nothing
Don't put the lights on, pleaseHe pleaded. Geet was shocked but nodded eventually. As if he could see in the darkness. He laughedMain andhere mai nai dekh sakta but I understood your confirmation!. Geet laughed along. However she realized she was being too touchy with another person, who was not Maan! Changing the subjectSo you love her? . He smiled.Yes very much...It left Geet unsettled.
She hates you then ? Did you hurt herShe querried hiding her dark feeling. He ran his hand through his dark mass of hairShe tells so... I hurt her too much... I know... She seems sad tooHe spoke with so much sadness that Geet felt like crying. Then heal her... Ask her the reason of her sadness... Mend your love.Geet advised running her hands through his hair. She loved the feeling... Running hands through his knotted mess. I can't... I am afraid He pulled her hand placing his face over it. I fear it... I won't be able to bear it.. Why she is sad? I fear she will hate me more.. I fear.. FearHe rambled dozing off. Geet smiled. It seemed so much like her situation. Just try to understand her. If she loves you.. She wont hate you!She said but realized she was talking to herself. Chuckling she put the lights on. She gasped with shock, tremour, surprise. Maan!Tears ran down her face seeing his battered form. Immediately she kissed him all over his face, his bruises...trying to heal them. What did you do Maan!She cried cursing herself. Wiping her tears soon enough she tended to his injuries. Each time he flinched she would kiss him whispering sweet nothings in his ears. The gravest injury was on his head, however it was bandaged. She simply pressed her lips to it and laid beside him, cocooning him in her embrace shielding him from the world.
Although sleep didn't consume her.
She felt unsettled, insecure. Who was this she? Maan spoke so cryptically about her. Was it her? Hope filled her heart.
Or someone else. It almost killed her.
How could not he recognize her? How could he force her? Tears seemed endless. Since sleep seemed to abandon her, she called the guards to take them back to KM.
Tucking him carefully in his bed she wandered off. As she passed by a room , she was curious. The whole room was empty except the curtains and the huge portrait. She ventured in. However grief engulfed her. It wasn't any figment of her imagination the previous night, she realized. She sucked in her breath feeling his pain. The faint sobs belonged to him. He was crying. He was pining for his rock, his dad. The portrait was of Late Sanjay Khurana.