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Haal-e-Dil...
Sorry, sorry...kitna time ho gaya aur maine tumhe dekha bhi nahi! Mujhe maaf kar do! Ab kabhi tumhe nazarandaz nahi karungi. My dairy..oh my baby! Tum toh jaanti ho na ki main apne mann ki saari baatein tumhe batati hoon. Aaj 6 maheene ho gaye aur maine tumhe kuch nahi bataya...meri jindgi mein itna kuch ho gaya ki kya batau? Aur aaj jo hua hai, main samjh hi nahi payi ki yeh mere saath bhi ho sakta hai!!!!
Sach kahu toh mujhe andar hi andar pata tha ke yeh din aayega. Main iss din ka, iss pal ka intezaar bhi kar rahi thi. Par ab jo yeh waqt aa gaya hai, main nahin jaanti main kya kahoon, kaise kahoon jo sab mere dil mein hai. Thodi dhiraj rakho sab batati hoon.
Kal office mein Maan Sir ne mujhe bahut danta, meri toh koi galti bhi nahi thi par woh Sasha ki bachchi mujhe fasa hi deti hai! Maan Sir ko toh kuch pata hi nahi tha...nahi, tum galat samajh rahi ho main Maan Sir ki tarafdari nahi kar rahi hoon!! Tumhe pata hai jab main ghar jaa rahi thi toh Maan Sir ne mujhe rok diya...sab chale gaye the aur main akeli...main Maan Sir ke paas gayi toh unhone bola... "Kal shaam ko tumhe KM aana hai, car tumhe lene aa jayegi, tum 6 baje taiyaar rehna." Maine haan toh bol diya aur Maan Sir se poocha kyu? Maan Sir ne gusse se dekha aur bole... "Miss Handa! Jo kaha jaye woh karo. Main boss hoon toh sawal bhi main karunga tum nahi, samajh mein aa gaya?"
Main toh waha se chupchap nikal gayi par raat bhar sochti rahi ki mujhe KM kyu bulaya woh bhi Sunday ko? Agar kuch kaam hai toh office bulate par ghar kyun? Waise toh Dadima ko bhi kitne dino se nahi mili toh unse milne ka bhi mouka mil jayega...yeh Maan Sir ka kuch nahi keh sakte...kabhi gussa hote hai, kabhi nahi... Mujhe toh bahut dar lag raha hai par jaana toh hoga.
Shaam ko gadi aayi aur main KM jaane ke liye nikli...waha jaa kar dekha toh koi nahi tha aur Nakul ne bataya ki Maan Sir apne kamre mein hai aur mujhe waha jaana hai...mere toh hosh hi ud gaye! MAAN SIR ke kamre mein? Par jaana toh tha... himmat kar ke maine darwaje pe knock kiya toh darwaja khula hi tha aur Maan Sir window ke paas khade the aur bole... "aa gayi! Main tumhara hi intzaar kar raha tha... chalo terrace pe chalte hai" aur woh chalne lage...main unke pichhe pichhe gayi...
Udhar jaa kar dekha toh puri terrace candles se saji hui thi...beech mein ek table aur do chairs the...uss par kuch box jaisa pada hua tha! Sab jagah phool hi phool the! Woh bhi laal aur safed rang ke! Safed rang toh Maan Sir ko pasand hai par laal? Mere liye? Nahi...nahi aisa nahi ho sakta! Main toh hairaan reh gayi! Yeh sab kya hai? Maan Sir ko toh phoolo se nafrat hai toh yeh sab? Maine unki taraf dekha toh pata chala woh toh mujhe hi dekh rahe the! Main kya kahoon kuch samajh nahi aa raha tha...unki nazaro mein aisa kuch tha jo mujhe unki aur khich raha tha par maine apne aap par kabu paya aur Maan Sir ki taraf dekha...
Woh mere paas aaye aur mera haath pakad ke bole...Geet! Aaj main jo tumhe kehne jaa raha hoon who kabhi kisi se nahi kaha...main office mein tumhare liye boss hoon, duniya ke liye MSK hoon par abhi, aaj main Maan ban kar tumse baat karna chahta hoon, tum sunogi meri baat?
Main toh unko dekhti hi reh gayi! Yeh kya bol rahe the meri samajh mein kuch nahi aa raha tha...maine unke haatho se apna haath chhudvaya aur kaha...haan Sir, sunungi par baat kya hai? Aur yeh sab sajawat? Woh meri taraf dekhte huye muskuraaye aur main toh bas unko hi dekhti reh gayi...aaj unki aankho mein ek ajab si chamak thi jo maine aaj se pehle kabhi nahi dekhi...main bhi unn aankho mein kho gayi!
Geet, main jaanta hoon ki mere bhai Dev ne tumhare saath kya kiya aur jis himmat se tumne usska samna kiya aur usko jail bhijwaya mujhe bahut achha laga...gharwalo ka bhi saath nahi tha aur akele hote huve bhi tum ne ladai ki aur jeet gayi! Meri nazro mein aur uppar aa gayi...dhire dhire tumhe jaanta gaya aur tumhare karib aata gaya...tumhari nadaniyaan, tumhari muskuraahat, tumhara bholapan, tumhari sadgi, tumhari sundarta ...sab mujhe achha lagne laga...tumhari moujudgi mujhe tumhari aur khichne lagi thi...maine socha ki tum par gussa kar ke main tumse dur reh paunga par meri woh soch galat thi...jitna jyada main tum par gussa hota tha mera dil utna hi jyaada tadapta tha...tum roti thi toh main bechain ho jata tha...tum pareshaan hoti thi toh main hairaah reh jata tha...tum hansti thi toh mujhe sukoon milta tha...tumhe dekh kar mann ko shanti milti thi...main samajh nahi paa raha tha ki mere saath yeh kya ho raha hai par ek ajib sa ehsaas ho raha tha jo mujhe achha lagne laga tha...tum se dur rehna mere liye namumkin sa ho gaya tha...tum mujhe badal rahi thi Geet!
Main, Maan Singh Khurana jo kisi bhi baat se nahi darta tha woh tumse dur hone ke ehsaas se darne laga...tum paas hoti thi toh main bhi khush rehne laga tha...Geet mujhe batao ki yeh kya hai? Tumhe pata hai ki main jyaada bol nahi paata aur apni feelings samajha nahi pata par pata nahi aaj mujhe tumhe woh sab batana hai jo mere dil mein hai...mann mein hai...Geet, jo main bata raha hoon tum woh samajh rahi ho na?
Main aaj pehli baar yeh batane jaa raha hoon ki main tum se pyaar karta hoon! Apni poori jindgi tumhare saath rehna chahta hoon...kya tum mera saath dogi? Mujh se shaadi karogi? Tumhare bina main nahi ji sakta...mujhe tumhari aadat ho gayi hai. Main tumhe duniya ki saari khushiyaan dene ka wada toh nahi kar sakta par yeh keh sakta hoon ki main tumhe kabhi dukhi hone nahi dunga...mujh par viswaas aur bharosa karo ke tum kabhi nahi pachhtaogi...
I LOVE YOU!
Haan, I LOVE YOU! Geet!
Tumhe pata hai dairy, ki meri kya haalat ho gayi thi? Maan Sir ko itna emotional pehle kabhi nahi dekha tha aur woh jo bol rahe the...mein apne aap ko kaise sambhal pati? Jis ehsaas ko maine apni jindgi se dur kar diya tha aaj Maan Sir uss ehsaas ko jaga rahe the...main unse nazarein bhi nahi mila pa rahi thi ...main kya karu kuch samjh nahi aa raha tha...main aage aa kar unki baaho mein sama gayi! Maan Sir ki baaho mein itna sukun mil raha tha ki jaise muhje meri manzil mil gayi ho! Unhone bhi mujhe pakad rakha tha ...main unse alag hone ki koshish kar rahi thi par woh chhod hi nahi rahe the! Unki aankho mein sharaarat dekh kar mujhe sharam aa rahi thi par unki baaho se dur kaha jaoon? Dhire dhire main alag toh ho gayi par dur rehna mujh se nahi ho raha tha...pata nahi par mujhe kya ho gaya ki maine unke gaal pe ek chota sa kiss kar diya!!! Woh toh meri boldness ko dekhte rahe gaye aur main sharam se pani pani!!! Mujhe nachne ka mann ho raha tha... chilla chilla ke bolna chahti thi ki mera bhi koi hai...main bhi kisi se pyaar kar sakti hoon...
Geet kuch bolo naa...Maan Sir ne kaha...kya mujhe mera jawab nahi milega? Waise toh mujhe pata chal gaya hai ki tum kya kehnewali ho par mujhe tumhari aawaz se sun na hai...Maan Sir ki aawaz sunte hi main jaise hosh mein aa gayi! Yeh main kya kar rahi thi? Kiss kar diya? Unki baaho mein chali gayi? Aisa main kaise kar sakti hoon? Ab main kya boloon?
Woh toh mere jawab ka intzaar karte hue mujhe dekh rahe the par mujhe toh rona aa raha tha...kuch bol hi nahi payi! Woh mujhe dekhkar hairaan ho rahe the aur mujhe chup karane ki koshish kar rahe the...badi muskil se maine unhe bataya ki mujhe thoda waqt chahiye ..pehle toh unhe laga ki main mazak kar rahi hoon par baad mein laga ki main sahi mein thoda waqt mang rahi hoon toh woh mera haath pakad ke waha padi hui chair ke paas le gaye aur mujhe baith ne ko kaha aur woh bhi samnewali chair pe baith gaye.
Thodi der toh who chup rahe par baad mein unhone kaha...Geet, main tumhari uljhan samajh sakta hoon. Dev se dhokha khane ke baad tum kisi pe itna jaldi bharosa nahi kar paogi par mujhe mere pyaar pe bharosa hai aur ummeed hai ki tum inkaar nahi karogi par main tum par koi dabav dalna nahi chahata...tum aazad ho...tum jo chahe faisla le sakti ho...inkaar bhi kar sakti ho...main bura nahi manunga par main chahta hoon ki tum mujhse ek wada karo ki chahe tumhara joh bhi faisla ho, tum mujhe woh faisla bataogi aur KC chhod ke kabhi nahi jaogi...main tumhare saath hoon aur chahe kuch bhi ho jaye main woh saath kabhi nahi chhodunga...
Mere mann mein unke liye pyaar, izzat badh gayi thi par main majboor thi ki unki baato ka jawab nahi de sakti thi... Maine kaha ki... haan, mera faisla main aapko jarur bataungi aur KC chhod kar bhi nahi jaungi par meri jindgi itni uljhi hui hai ki main kuch soch nahi pa rahi hoon... Maan Sir ne mere hotho pe apni ungli rakh kar mujhe chup kar diya aur kaha... Geet, tumhe safai dene ki koi jarurat nahi hai...main tumhare jawab ka aur tumhara intzaar karunga aur yeh lo...unhone table par pade hue box ko uthake mujhe diya...maine le toh liya par meri aankho mein sawal ko dekh kar woh jor se hans ne lage...oohhh! Unki hansi!! Main pehli baar dekh rahi thi!! Aise khul kar woh kabhi hanse hi nahi the! Woh bole ...ghabrao mat...issmein tumhari pasand ki chocolates hai aur kuch nahi! Mujhe laga tha ki hum dono saath mein muh meetha karenge par tumne toh waqt mang kar mujhe hi surprise kar diya! Haan, par ek baat hai tumne mera gaal toh mitha kar diya hai toh main abhi ussi se kaam chala lunga par baad mein tumhari ek nahi sununga...samjhi?
Maan Sir ki aisi baato se main toh hairaan reh gayi mera dil toh joro se dhadak ne laga...office mein toh woh kuch alag the aur yaha? Maine apna sar hilaya aur boli ki ab mujhe jana hai toh unhone kaha ki khana khaye bina Dadima mujhe nahi jaane degi...hum dono ne Dadima ke saath khana khaya aur main wapas aa gayi...par ab?
Dev ne jis tarha se mujhe dhokha diya hai ...main toh usse bhula hi nahi pa rahi hoon...kaise bhul jaoon? Kya yeh itna aasan hai? Mana ki maine Dev ko saza dilwa di par mere dil ne toh ussko maaf nahi kiya hai. Dev ne mera maan, sanmaan, swabhimaan sab ko chot pahuchayi hai...kaise usse maaf kar doon? Jab tak Dev ko maaf nahi karti tab tak main apni jindgi mein aage kaise badh paungi? Maan Sir ko kya kahoon? Plz Dairy, meri madad karo!
Maan Sir ne humesha mera saath diya hai...har muskil mein woh mere saath the...meri jindgi pe unka haq hai...aaj toh unhone saaf saaf bata diya ki woh mujhse pyaar karte hai aur mujhse shaadi karna chahte hai...par kya main Maan Sir ko woh khushi de paungi jiske woh haqdar hai? ? Mujh jaisi ladki ko woh itna pasand kaise kar sakte hai? Kya main unke kabil hoon? Kya mujhe haq hai ki main bhi kisiko pasand kar sakoon? Kisi se pyaar kar sakoon?
jab kabhi, main kho jaaun toh, mujhe dhundh loge naa?
jab kabhi, main tanha rahu, mera saath doge naa?
jab kabhi, mushkil ho dagar, tum sang chaloge naa?jab kabhi, mere behke kadam, tum thaam loge naa?
Maan Sir mujh par kitni aas lagake baithe hai...unhe kaise samjau ki Dev ki nafrat mujhe aage badhne se rokti hai...mera viswaas par se bharosa uth gaya hai...main kisiki nahi ho sakti...Dev ne mujhe apavitr bana diya hai...Dev ne meri duniya hi ujad di hai ab usse dubara basana bahut muskil hai...kya Maan Sir mere inkaar ki wajah samjh payenge? Mujhe samajh payenge?
jab kabhi, de aawaz dil, tum sun loge naa?jab kabhi, toote khwaab toh, tum bun loge naa?jab kabhi, mujhse ho khata, mujhe baqsh doge naa?jab kabhi, meri num ho nazar, mujhe pyar doge naa?
Dairy, tum kyun bol nahi pati? Aaj kitni baatein tumse karni hai ...tumhare alawa main kisi ko apne mann ki baatein nahi bata sakti...ek baat sach sach batau? Mujhe yeh ehsaas ho gaya hai ki main bhi Maan Sir se pyaar karne lagi hoon!! Meri ruh tak woh bas gaye hai...unke bina main ji nahi sakti...aaj se nahi par Hoshiyarpur mein jab unhone mujhe Brij Virji se bachaya tha tab se main unko pasand karne lagi thi par woh main kaise bata sakti hoon...
Dev ko saza dene ke liye Maan Sir ne toh himmat di thi...office mein bhi meri sabhi galtio ko maaf kar dete the aur mujhe sab ka saamna karna sikhane ke liye gussa karte the taki main haar na manu aur taktwar ban ne ki koshish karoon...Maan Sir jaisa jivansathi aasani se nahi milta...itna bada karobaar hai...gadi, bangla sab kuch hai unke paas ...phir bhi unko main pasand aa gayi aur ab main kaise mana karoon?
Mera naseeb kaisa hai? Jise main chahti hoon usse haan nahi kah sakti aur jise nafrat karti hoon usse maaf nahi kar sakti...kyun mere saath hi aisa hua? Yeh bhi sahi hai ki agar Dev mujhe dhokha nahi deta toh Maan Sir mujhe kabhi nahi milte...mujhe yeh baat ke liye Dev ko shukriya kehna chahiye aur usse maaf kar dena chahiye...iss aadmi ne mera atit toh bigada hi hai par kya mera bhawishya bhi woh bigadega? Nahi, ab main Dev ke haatho jyaada barbaad nahi ho sakti...mera uss se koi lena dena nahi hai...meri aage ki jindgi Maan Sir ke naam hogi...haan, yahi sahi hai...
jab kabhi, gham aye sanam, tum baant loge naa?jab kabhi, mere aansu bahen, unhe poch loge naa?jab kabhi, umra dhal jaayegi, mujhe yun hi chahoge naa?lo kasam, kuchh bhi ho sanam, tum durr jaaoge naa?
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Par agar kal ko Dev jail se chut kar aayega toh woh Maan Sir ke ghar hi aayega na? Tab? Kya main usska samna kar paungi? Usse Maan Sir ka bhai maan kar devar ki izzat de paungi? Meri wajah se Maan Sir bhi usse ghar se bahar nikal denge...toh yeh toh achha nahi hoga...do bhaiyo ke beech main aa jaugi...Dadima bhi khush nahi reh payegi...meri wajah se main ek parivaar ko nahi tod sakti...main Maan Sir ko haan nahi keh sakti...
Aaj main jindgi ke aise mod pe aa gayi hoon ki pichhe ja nahi sakti aur aage badhne ki himmat nahi hai. Maa babuji koi mere saath nahi hai ...main kis se baat karoon? Aaj main akeli hoon, koi mere saath, mere paas nahi hai...
Kabse main bole jaa rahi hoon aur tum ho ki chupchap sun rahi ho...dairy, aaj mujhe tumhari jarurat hai...mujhe batao ki kal main kya karoon? Subah office jaungi aur Maan Sir ka samna hoga...mujhe dekhte hi unki aankhein mujh se sawal puchegi ...unhone mujhe waqt toh diya hai sochne ke liye par ab main unka samna kaise karoon? Nazrein kaise milaoon? Maan Sir ke liye jo jazbaat mere mann main hai woh bahar aa gaye toh? Main haan kahu ya na? Na bola toh jindgi bhar mujhe unse dur rehna hoga aur haan bola toh jindgi bhar unke saath...yeh kaisi uljhan hai?
Kya karoon? Kaise kahoon? I LOVE YOU MAAN SIR...nahi nahi sir nahi sirf Maan!!
Life is beautiful ...
Today Maan scold geet 1st time in these 2 nd half mnths nd she was very angry now,, he was very late nd not picking his phone too ,, hrs passed ,, Geet called in his office nd his Jr who was on duty that time replied that he had left hrs back ,, his jeep was not there ,, DM nd he became tense ,, it was a hilly area nd weather was not well , it was foggy nd got dark ,, Geet was sitting near DM , Ammy was playing in her lap ,, Geet tried many times but Maan was not responding ,, DM became worried for him ,, she didn't have courage to face any harm for her family ,,her eyes turned teary nd started praying for him ,, seeing her like that Geet became more tense nd pacing in d living hall ,, he came near 10 pm ,, seeing him she started her Qs session nd didn't give him a chance to reply ,, helplessly Maan scold her nd she became angry ,, Geet went back in kitchen with teary eyes then remained there ,, Maan sat near DM nd consoled her ,, told her d reason for becoming late nd his phone was on silent coz he was on patrolling nd cdn't take d call ,, 2 more officers wr with him ,, DM relieved nd went to her room taking sleeping Ammy with her ,, lil Ammy slept sometime with DM nd sometime with Maaneet ,, Maan went in room nd changed ,, his mind was thinking about Geet who was angry with him now ,, she sent his dinner with Nakul nd didn't show her face in bedroom ,, Maan asked about her nd nakul said that she was very upset , he even told him how both d ladies wr worried for him ,, Maan felt bad for Geet nd decided to say sorry .
There Geet too realized her mistake ,, it was true that in her tension she didn't give him any chance to give reasons of his delay nd not replying d calls ,, she felt bad nd decided to say sorry ,, she made coffee for him nd find him in lobby watching out in foggy nyt ,, she forwarded d mug at him ,, he took quietly glancing at her dull face,, Lt Mjr. Maan Singh Khurana a very tough Army officer for outer world but very soft nd caring for his small family,, he cdn't hurt Geet.
Geet: wo ,, I m sorry ,, I really behaved very immature ,,, sorry .
He looked at her lowered head nd held her hand which was twisting d corner of her dupatta ,, sat on d settee nd made her sit near him ... Geet , look at me ,, plzz ,, she looked with wet eyes nd next moment hugged him ,, he placed d mug on side table nd hugged her back ,, pecked her head ..I m sorry too Geet , but u know my duties nd have to give me time to reply na .. Satabdi train ki traha se shuru hui to ruki nahi ,, Geet looked at him with a pout calling her Shatabdi train ,, he smiled at her mouthing sorry again nd then saw that it starting snow fall ,,, this was d 1st fall of d season ,, it was looking so heavenly ,, something clicked in his mind nd he removed his jacket ,, then removed Geet's shawl nd dragged her out in lawn ,, where nature was showering its blessings .
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These wr beautiful moments of their life ... yes he loves her ,, it is not any compromise nd force but pure love for her ,, she made her place in his heart with her altruistic nd soft nature ,, he was cherishing those most romantic moments of his life when he brought her out in lawn to feel nd enjoy d 1st fall of winter weather ,, she was so elated nd enthralled ,, both wr watching nd feeling d soft feather touch of snow flecks over them ,, she denied that time but now she was enjoying .
Geet was looking like an angel in her white suit nd that snow made d nyt more beautiful nd romantic ,, Maan felt a gush of emotions nd he confessed ... I Love U ,,, I love u Geet .
She was praising d nature nd her words stuck in her mouth listening those magical words from him ... God she was dying to hear this ,, not she every person who loves waited for these words to move forward in their life with their companion ,, Geet was froze at her place ,, Maan smiled seeing her like that nd came behind her ,, glued her with him giving her a back hug nd whispered again in her ear ... yes Geet , I m in love nd love u so much ,, I never though that i'll fall in love but u make this heart to fall for u ,, thanks for coming in my life ,, u brought back happiness in my life ,, in our life Geet.
Geet turned in his arms nd looked deep in his eyes ,, d wetness of her eyes nd blushy smile was showing d happiness of her heart .
Maan: Geet , kya hua ? Kuch kaho na .
She was chocked nd nodded in a no which disheartened him ,, he too wanted to listen those words from her , but her next gesture startled him ,,, Geet placed her hand on his cheek , rose on her toes nd placed a soft peck on his other cheek ,,, Aawww,,, his whole melted in a blink ,, he looked at her awed ,, she blushed nd hide her face in his neck hugging him ... Gosh ! I love it ,, he smiled nd cocooned her in his arms , today he cd say .. She made his life beautiful .
Both came inside ,, she went to DM's room checking her nd Ammy nd he went to his bedroom took a book nd sat in his rocking chair to read ,, he knew that she took some time to finish some work nd then came in d room ,, d warmer was on nd room was cozy ,, his eyes went at their wedding photo frame placed on d pet table along with d pic of Ammy nd Meera ,, he leaned back closing his eyes ,, his thought went back nd flashes of past few months started floating in his mind .. How his happy life turn upside down in few hrs,, not only he but Geet too faced an ugly side of her selfish relatives ,, tough circumstances brought them together ,,she saved his small baby ,, that was a miracle ,, even she took care of DM nd many more ppl who wr badly affected coz of that disaster ... A deadly flood which destroyed everything of millions ppl nd hundreds of ppl lost their lives ,, that was a heart wrenching phase of his life nd he lost Meera in that but Geet came in their life like an angel .
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Maan opened his eyes with a jerk when he felt a soft touch near his eyes ,, she was wiping d tears which flew down from d corner of his eyes ,, he looked at her with a weak smile nd she nodded in a no ,, Maan move close to her ,, held her from waist circling his arms around her waist nd hide his face in her tummy ,, Geet caressed his head nd threaded her fingers in his thick hair ,, consoled him .
Geet: kya hua ? ku udaas ho ,, abhi to kitne khush thy .
Maan: promise me , u won't live us alone.
Geet: I won't ,, how cn I ? when my happiness lies in Ammy , u nd DM .
Then her eyes shine with naughtiness ,, she bit her lip nd made a pouted face .
Geet: but what about u ,, u never think about me .
Maan looked at her : when I didn't think ?
Geet galred : today ,, do u have any idea how worried we wr ,, but why sd u think about me ,, u didn't reply nd scold me when I asked u .
Maan: Geet ,, did u give me any chance to open my mouth after coming back ,, u never stop when started to talk like Shatabdi Exp .
Geet looked at him with open mouth : hhww u again called me Shatabdi Exp ,, leave me , I won't talk to u ,, go .(she pushed him a lil nd turned faking anger)
Maan got up nd pulled her to him with a naughty smile ... nahi chodunga to ,, ab bhi gussa ho ,, ab to maine I love u bhi bol diya aur kaise manau ?
Geet blushed recalling those moments nd Maan was enjoying her pink cheeks which turned more dark with her blush ... sshhh ,,, mishty .. u r looking so tempting , I want to eat u alive ... Maan ,, plzz ,,, what plzz ,, permitting me to eat u ... no...
He laughed ... then ..? don't tease me ,, u r so bad ,, really , nd when I showed u my devil side ? Bolo mishty .
Geet looked at him all shy : devil side bhi baki hei abhi ?
Maan: hhuumm,,want to see ? ( he asked her with a killer smile nd pulled her more to him with a jerk which made weak on her knees ,, she was melting in his love , sighed nd hide her face in his chest )
Maan cocooned her ,, pecked her forehead ,, brought her near bed nd sat on d edge having her in his lap ,, he himself was facing a sweet torture in her closeness ,, she always made him hard even her mere smile affected him ,, both wr controlling their desires from last two months ,, On their SR Geet had requested him to move forward in their relation only when he feel love for her , not bounded with any compromise or duty .
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Now she was in his arms ,, though she didn't say those magical words to him but her soft peck opened d doors ,, she was shyly sitting in his lap hiding her face in his neck ,, he cupped her face ,, kissed her forehead , eyes , cheeks ,, d corner of her lower lip ,, aawww,, she gasped nd tightened her grip digging her fingers in his back ,, he lost his last strand of control nd took those rosy lip in his to quench his long thirst , entered his tongue in d sweet world of her mouth nd started tasting d sweetness ,, both wr cherishing their 1st kiss,, she became breathless , hummed nd try to part to get some air ,, Maan realized that he was becoming hard nd parted a lil , both took a breath nd he gave few more soft feather kisses ,, whispered rubbing his lips on her... Geet cn I plan for us ? she blush hard nd nodded in a yes ... G e e t ,, mishty ,, r u ready to bear my devil side ,,, M a a n ,, he chuckled ,,, a sweet devil my love .
Geet sighed nd hide her face in his crook humming ,, M a a n ,, i love u too ,, ... O J a a n ( he startled nd a chilled wave passed in his body with her confession) ,, take me M a a n ... G e e t ... J a a n ,, i love u ,,, love u so much ,, he moaned contented nd leaned back having her in his arms ,, covered them with soft warm blanket ,, glued her to him nd started adoring & filling her every pour with his love ,, Their life is beautiful now .
The Last shot
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The cool air brought with it snow flakes drifting first like tiny stars from the heavens above then picking up pace.
The serene mountainside vista in Mussoorie resembled a winterscape on a Christmas card.
As he tipped the bottle to gulp another shot, all he heard were the words, "I love you Geet".
The scene had played over a million times on Youtube. The fans were mad for it.
The well built handsome star with his steel grey eyes and flatter than flat abs and bulging muscles was the reason for the mad crowd of female fans.
The male crowd was equally mad for her delicate beauty, deeper than deep eyes and her fabulous figure.
The scene had led to the culmination of their relationship.
A secret love for her, perhaps a fleeting affair for him; never spoken of, nor admitted to. Neither could afford to divulge anything in those days.
Stardom was not a thing to trifle with. It is a pre planned journey and he had planned all his steps perfectly.
Hours were spent on hair, make up, PR; all of it to give the audience that 20 minutes of perfection.
Both of them had struggled enough and they knew the facts of popularity in Tellytown.
Linking up with someone could change their image in front of the audience. If this show ended, it would be difficult to find other work.
"There would be no personal commitments. Not until he was established", he had pronounced to the media in his forceful voice, "No steady relation, definitely no marriage or children. He had a goal and he would achieve it".
He wanted to be a star first and foremost.
Their relationship if he could call it that, except for that fateful night, had held onto the norms of propriety.
They had been strangers at first, cool and reserved.
The script had changed that. As the characters got closer, unwillingly, so did they. He started to notice her amber eyes and their magical qualities as he stared more and more into them.
Months of working together led to an awareness of each other. Each like, each dislike, each smile, each worry was seeping into the subconscious.
The scenes had gotten bolder. A catch, a fall, a hug here and there. It had begun to affect them and they had turned away from the feelings.
Hiding in their respective vans refusing to socialize with the cast and crew.
She had nervously skittered away knowing him and his goals.
Suppressed desires had a tendency to make a man irrational. He had fought with his feelings, inciting and provoking her every chance he got.
She had been too innocent to understand him and after some weeks of this treatment had turned silent and avoided him.
The producer had taken advantage of Geet's silence and thrust in his average looking daughter, Samira to replace her.
All her hard work, all the sacrifice had been in vain.
The script had been modified. An accident on the hills after the confession brought a new face to the show. Maan's memory was shown as lost. The new track separated them forever.
The introduction of Samira as the new lead opposite Maan tanked the show.
The audience rejected her. They wanted Geet and Maan back together.
It was never to be. Geet had gone away and no one knew where she was. It seemed that the earth had opened up and swallowed her.
Even Maan had not known where she was.
Later after a few weeks of struggling to find her, Samira had enlightened him that Geet had left the country with a rich businessman. He had added two and two and made five.
The swirling liquid in the bottle was dwindling as Maan took another gulp.
It could not drown out the feeling that something had gone wrong.
It could not drive away the anger that a tiny girl from some village in Punjab, a struggler, had somehow beat Maan Singh Khurana.
Only when he was drunk did he admit to himself that he wanted the things he had abhorred before.
He wanted her innocence and chatter, he wanted to declare before the world that she was his, he wanted to leave it all for her.
The shining crown of stardom was nothing in front of the shine of her eyes and her unconditional surrender and love.
Love, yes, he was now sure she had loved him then.
Yet his mammoth ego stood in the way of this want. He was Maan Singh Khurana. No one could leave him and get away with it. Truth be told, he hated the fact that she had given up on him. She had not trusted him to make it big someday. Surely that was not love.
"What rubbish Maan", he told himself, " Love, really? She left you. Sure you were an ass back then but was that how strong her so called love was? You are better off without her. You are still a star! Where is she? Lost in the darkness of obscurity".
"I hate you", he shouted when he could not convince himself, " .. I hate you!"
The beloved steel grey eyes of the super star were filled with tears of regret.
The bottle was empty so he tossed it from the edge of the mountain where he was staggering.
...
"I am sorry Geet", Dev said running his hands over his tired eyes. He had reviewed the documents before him for the nth time.
"There is no loop hole. The contract is water-tight. The channel can force you to go back for one show. 21 minutes to be exact. If you refuse, they can drag you to court in a public trial otherwise", he pronounced wearily.
She trembled with the words.
A public trial?
The media would be relentless.
Her past would be dug out. She could not afford that.
"Tum jao. Finish the show and come back in the next earliest flight possible. I will take care of the rest here", he said, standing up and patting Geet's shoulder.
Geet gulped and shook her head.
The obligation from Dev, her childhood friend from Hoshiarpur, had been enormous. She would not have been able to survive without him.
The job from Dev was one she could easily do without leaving the outhouse of his mansion.
His Daadima and wife had helped her with everything else.
"Mumbai mein mera ghar hai. I will tell the staff to keep things ready for you. Meera ko apne saath le jao. Wo tumhari help karegi. I'll make the arrangements".
Seeing the whitened face of Geet he put his arm around her. Anxious eyes met his.
"Geet! It is okay to be scared but remember one thing. Fear should not show on your face. If it does, people see you as weak. And the world gobbles up the weak. You are a damn good actress. You have chosen this life now and protecting it is upto you, right?"
"Thanks Devji. You always know the right thing to say", she smiled at him, " .. and you are right. I am a damn good actress. Main kaam finish kar ke aati hu".
"That's the spirit. Hum sab tumhara intezaar karege", Dev said giving her a high five.
...
The cheap production house had decided to splurge on its final shot. Not because they wanted to or because the audience demanded it.
The reason was simple. Money.
The show had made millions of rupees for the producer but he was very greedy and he had received an offer. If he sold the show on DVDs there were more millions to come.
The only catch was that Maan and Geet had to be together for the last scene. The audience would forgive all else if they got to see their favorite ending.
The producer was overjoyed and was going to use all the profits from the show to launch his daughter Samira in her first movie.
To heck with Maan and Geet. He had milked their popularity for all it was worth. He was done with them.
Since there were more pressing trailers to shoot for his upcoming movie, the staff for the last shot was minimal.
The small group would shoot the famous I love you scene in Mussoorie this time.
Maan would be seen roaming the wilderness of the mountains, asking for Babaji's help in finding his love. Geet would emerge out of the snow.
A slow run into each other's arms would ensue. I love you's would be said. A few orange blobs would be arranged to simulate a kiss and they would be done.
The message that the foolish audience loved "Dreams do come true .." would be the last shot.
The audience would lap it up and he would be a millionaire all over again.
...
A very hesitant girl dressed in a white salwar suit with a purple border stepped out for the scene.
The director explained the scene to her.
"They are wrapping up the shot with Maan searching for you and he'll be here shortly. We are losing light already and the snow will turn to rain soon, so this should be done in one take, alright", he explained.
At Geet's quiet nod, he pointed to a spot on one side, "You start from your mark there and run in slow motion towards Maan. The shot will pan in to your face. I want to see love in your eyes. Love after finding the man of your dreams at last. Overflowing love, understood?"
Geet was lost in thought. Love? Overflowing love? How will it be to finally bring it to her eyes and face? How will it be to walk away after expressing what she had hidden for so long?
"Geet! Geet? Are you listening Geet?", the sharp words brought her back to reality.
A sharp screech of brakes on his black BMW announced the arrival of the hero. Clad in all black with dark Raybans covering his eyes, Maan Singh Khurana walked over with his confident stride.
While the director and unit fawned over him, he hid his thoughts and emotions from everyone.
Geet nervously clutched her dupatta and then remembering Dev's words she straightened her spine.
She glanced his way from the veil of her lowered lashes. Over the months she had worked with him, she had learned to observe him quietly.
From the clenched jaw and the pulse throbbing in his neck, she could now make out that he was not as unaffected as he pretended to be.
Just then lightning streaked through the skies with a boom. The Gods must not be on her side, she thought as the clouds burst down on them causing them to rush into the ramshackle lodge.
"Darn it! Pack up!" bellowed the director and the unit started to salvage their materials into the van they had all come in.
Geet wondered what to do. She had come in with the unit. She ran out of the lodge, away from the man who was standing by the fireplace with his back to her.
"Rukiye", she shouted after them but the noise of the pouring rain and thunder drowned her words out.
She raced down the slope after them, slipping in her hurry.
She got up just in time to see the van leaving.
Tears of frustration welled in her eyes but she bit down over her lower lip to stop them.
Blinking rapidly she composed herself. It was foolish to wait out here in the pouring rain. Steeling her spine she walked slowly towards the hut where she had to face her past.
...
Thank God she had gone. With shaky hands, Maan reached into his coat inside pocket and reached for the silver flask tipping the contents down his throat.
Damn his luck! He was stuck in this place for another day. He had to face her one more time.
Hopefully the new director knew what he was doing and the scene would be done in one shot.
Ego taller than the Empire state building and arrogance of a man who knew his own worth defined Maan Singh Khurana today.
"She is a nobody Maan and you are the best actor on earth. Get a grip on yourself .. ", he told himself.
He tipped the flask again swallowing a large gulp of drink as he warmed himself by the fire.
The sound of the door screeching slowly as it was opened had him whipping his head to that direction.
No! He had not yet got over her and she was back. He did not need this!
Months of anger at her could not be controlled anymore so it spilled out of him like lava.
"Well well! Miss Geet Handa has finally showed up? Or is it Mrs now?", he taunted her as he walked to the door.
Her face flushed with his words. Did he know, she wondered? Geet, you have done no wrong. Don't let his words get to you. Just ignore him, she told herself.
She walked over to the fireplace to warm her hands and dry herself. Her hair was a complete mess, so she untangled her choti and spread her hair around her shoulders to dry it.
Her silence was not going down well with Maan.
He came close to her, towering over her as she bent in front of the fireplace and warmed her hands.
"If you think I am going to rescue you and take care of you Geet, you are wrong .. ", he said harshly, " .. mere paas itna waqt nahi hai. I have a lot going on. I have to meet some producers who want to sign me up for their films. Suna hoga tum ne, I am the newest star in Bollywood. Line lagi hai logo ki to sign me up".
She closed her eyes and kept on doing what she was doing answering him mentally but not uttering a word. There is no need to rescue me. My Babaji is there. He will take care of me here as he has so far in life.
He hadn't changed from the way he used to be.
My goals, my ambition, my stardom.
That was what the world had taught her.
Love is sacrifice. Love is helping your partner. But for her, love was one sided.
Still being the sensible one of the two, she had come to terms with it. You don't always get what you want in life. The key is to accept what comes your way and make the most of it.
The key is to come out stronger.
She knew what love was. She had a love in her life, an unconditional love.
Aman.
For his love, she would face Maan Singh Khurana this last time and forever bury her feelings for him.
"Kya hua? .. ", he badgered her, " .. itni tameez nahi hai tum mein that you will Congratulate me? Or are you so jealous ki mooh se words nahi nikal rahe hai? Koi baat nahi. Main tumhari tarah khudgarz nahi hu Geet. Tum chaho toh main tumhe apni film mein koi side role dila sakta hu."
She looked up then. Once they were stars together. A lot of success of this show had been due to her also, whether he chose to believe it or not.
"Congratulations", she said sincerely.
He watched her looking at him. The amber eyes still had the power to look through him. Innocence still radiated out of her.
Without words she had effectively portrayed that she had given up on him. She had moved on.
It was a slap on the face without her raising her hand.
His arrogance, his ego would not allow it.
He grasped her hand and pulled her forward till she slammed into him. The touch of her soft body touching him again inflamed his passion inspite of his anger.
She struggled to leave him but he held onto her.
"Kya hua Geet? Aaj nahi kahogi, Maan, oh yes Maan, more Maan?" he taunted her making her face color to a bright red. Memories of their night together flashed in front of their eyes. His uncontrollable passion had led to her innocent surrender.
"Do you do that for your husband too Geet? Does he make your body shudder with multiple or****ms the way I did Geet? Tumhe wo raat yaad toh hai na Geet?", he muttered hoarsely even as their bodies were plastered to each other.
"Chodiye mujhe!", she started to remove his fingers from her hands.
"Kya kehti ho Geet? I happen to be free due to the weather. Once more for old times sake? I mean if you can cheat on me with him, then I should also get a chance to cheat", he said insolently rubbing his hands over her body.
There was a limit to what she could take from him. Loving someone does not mean that you will bear their insults. They had always been him and her, never an "us". So where did the cheating accusation come from?
She struggled violently in his steely hold even as he lowered his head and caught her lips aggressively with his.
Months of pent up frustration poured out into the kiss. All his confusion, all his anger at the way things had turned out between them came gushing out.
His rage that he could not move past her even though he had the world at his feet came out.
Once again he got swept away in the feel that only she could give him. She was the only one who could make him forget himself, his goals, his ambition, his stardom. Only with her could he simply be Maan.
His hold slackened a bit to savor her properly. His hand possesively gripped her chest while he sucked on her lower lip not realising that her hand had become free.
Slap!
The sting burned his cheek as she ran out of the room into the rain.
While shame made an appearance, ego won the battle. How dare she!
He raged, throwing things around the small room.
Thunder boomed in the sky. The weather outside was as violent as his temper.
Unbidden a thought came to him.
Would she be safe out there?
"Tujhe kya hua hai Maan? Thappad kha ke bhi dil nahi bhara tera?", he screamed at himself yet his feet made their way to the door.
A ringing tone made him turn towards the mantel. It must be Geet's phone, he realized. Another sound and then yet another again probably indicated messages.
Reluctantly he made his way to the fireplace and picked up the phone.
Steel grey eyes just like his looked back at him, staggering him.
He sat down on the floor with a thump.
The baby was giggling. His mouth just like Geet's as was the color of his hair.
"Jaldi aa jao Geetdi! Aman apni mumma ko miss kar raha hai", the message popped up.
His world froze, stopping its movement along its axis.
The baby must be about 2 months old. There was no need to calculate. As sure as night was night and day was day, he knew the child was his. Realization hit him painfully.
She had not left him. She had gone away so he could have his stardom, his fame.
She had given up on her dream so that he could fulfill his.
He called the number back.
...
Tara answered the phone in Khanna mansion in Dubai, "Haan bol Meera. Kaisse ho tum sab?"
"Bhabhi, Dev bhai hai kya?" Meera asked in a frantic voice.
"Kya hua. Wait I'll put you on speaker", Tara signalled Dev to come urgently.
"Bhabhi, he is here. Aman's Dad", Meera whispered loudly.
"Kya? Maan Singh Khurana is there? Geet kaha hai? Wo theek toh hai na?" Dev asked urgently.
"Aap ko pata tha who the baby's father is?" Tara and Meera asked together.
"I had guessed but when the baby was born, I was certain", Dev answered, "Meera, Geet kaha hai".
"Pata nahi. He came to return the phone she had left on the set he said", Meera spoke just as the key turned in the front door.
"Di aa gayi. She is waving to someone saying thank you to them", Meera continued rambling.
"Has she seen Maan?" Tara inquired.
"Oh my! She grabbed Aman from Maan's hands and now she is showing him the door. Wait he is walking to the door. Oh no, he is not leaving. He just locked the outside door", Meera did a play by play commentary.
"Meera before he hurts her call the police" Dev warned.
"Oh no!", Meera's throat clogged up with tears.
"Kya hua?", Dev bellowed.
"He is on his knees. He is crying and begging forgiveness. Oh that is so sad", Meera softly said.
"He should. Geet kya kar rahi hai?", Tara asked.
"Wo bhi ro rahi hai. He is telling her he loves her. He was wrong. He is holding his ears. Geet nahi maan rahi hai bas roye ja rahi hai. She put the baby in the cot in her room. He followed her", Meera said peering into the room.
"Kya ho raha hai?" Tara asked after some moments of silence.
"He is holding her face in his hands and looking at her. OMG! This is so intense, the way they are looking at each other. Geetdi is hitting his chest and he is kissing her hands. Now he is pulling her into his arms".
"Aww! Now they are by the baby's cot. Maan is holding the baby in one hand and Geet in the other. Wait, he is leaning towards Geetdi .."
"Meera, kya hua?" Tara shrieked not able to hold her excitement.
"Orange blobs everywhere", Meera's muffled voice came out, "I am hiding in my blanket bhabhi. I can't describe any more. I am only 15 and Devbhai has told me not see this stuff", she complained.
...
Since the evening was without snow, a snow blower was installed.
Roll!
Sound!
Action!
Maan turned in his search for his Geet.
Seeing the man of her dreams in front of her Geet ran in slow motion to his arms.
Love. Overflowing love poured out of their eyes.
She was in his arms at last.
"I love you Geet", his words echoed around the mountains.
His head tipped down towards her.
"Cut", the director announced, " .. that's a wrap".
The crew clapped.
Dreams do come true! flashed on the screen.
Take a bow!
Originally posted by: JeevanaP
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