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Geet, please listen to me once.! Maan said in a painful voice. Though she didn't move but her tears became even more prominent as she heard his voice. Saying nothing Geet got off the bed and was about to walk away when he held her hand.
Not today Geet, please don't walk away. Do something, anything.! Talk to me, shout at me, slap me, punish be but do something. I can understand it's not easy for you but I can't take your silence anymore. Atleast listen to me once.! Maan pleaded, making Geet weaker.
I don't want to be anywhere near you. Let me go Maan. She said in a firm tone. His eyes closed in pain, but her words were clear, she didn't want to be near him. With a heavy heart, he loosened the grip on her hand, letting her go. Daadimaa's words rang in his ear.
Give her sometime bte, it's not easy for her. She had said when he worried seeing Geet all lost and silent. Her silence and lifelessness was killing him inside out. If time was what Geet needed, he would give it to her no matter how much he would suffer meanwhile but all he wanted was to talk to her, tell her the truth.
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