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Haseena maan jayegi!!

(GHSP anniversary OS; wish by gunjar)

Maan was sitting in his study room quite frustrated; and the reason was... he was not able to think how to manaofy his geet who was hell angry on him!

Why?

Arrey... u forgot soo soon! It's his mistake that he said "he would better die than living with dev's blood in his body!" How could he think about dying, leaving his misty and their soon to come little jaan all alone in cruel world? And ager socha bhi toh what was the need to say this in front of geet... he knew she has lost so much in life... and he was the last one she needs, or she herself will prefer death. Argh... what is he thinking now?? First himself dying, then geet dying??!! It's time to think how to manaofy her! Some plan should come to his mind na... aha! gol-gappa! That's geet's absolute favorite... she can't resist that! And with her pregnancy hormones being all over the places, she can hardly contain the urge to have that specially when it's in front of her!

He immediately called someone and arranged for a gol-gappa stall at house itself for her... by 2 hours it was ready, now it was time to bring her in front of it, and his work is done! He grinned and ran upstairs to his room to get her... and there he found the lovely site of his misty talking to their baby. It was her habbit off late to conversate with the baby and she made him also to speak with baby, it helps parents connect to baby better and also helps baby learn things as its medically proven that while inside the tummy to babies are active, and its historically believed that abhimanyu leant to enter into chakravyuh when his father was narrating the same to his mother while she was pregnant!

His thoughts were disturbed by the mumma-baby cute talks.

Geet: baby aap kab aaoge? Mamma is waiting for you.

Geet: haan haan... mamma ko pata hai.. you are also waiting to come into this world and see your mamma-papa.

Geet: but you will be mamma's boy na... and hum dono mil ke aapke papa ki band baja denge!

"hmm... really geet! But I would really love to see how mamma-baby mil k meri band bajate hai! I sure will love my jaans taking may jaan sweetly." Maan thought. He now leaned on the wall in full mood to listen more of her chats.

Geet: aapko pata hai, aapke papa na bilkul dusht-danav hai! Unhone aisa kyu bola ki he would better die? Kya hum kuchh nahi unke liye? Does he not care for us? Did he not once think ki what will happen to you and me after him? Did he not think once how will we live without him beside?

She was almost teary saying all that... she paused for a while composing herself, wiping her tears and mouth; maan felt soo bad seeing her condition, he was already too guilty about his own out-burst, but geet talking like this made him burn in guilt... he wanted to run to her, hold her and say it was just an outburst, he didn't mean it'; he wanted to take her in arms and kiss away her all tears consoling her that he will never ever leave them alone till eternity, that he also cannot think of a life without them; and many more things... and just as he was about to move to her, her words made him stop again. She wiped her tears and continued again like baby replied to her.

Geet: haan haan... abb tum abhi se papa ka side mat lo...

He almost smiled at that; it just warmed his heart to see the depth of her love, how she herself was taking his side and cutely making it seem like baby was taking his side... "aww... my cute misty" he thought and she continued.

Geet: mujhe pata hai ki he is feeling guilty and trying to manaofy me. But it's not easy to forgive na.

Maan nodded as if agreeing, she is right "it's not easy to forgive"

Geet: and he made me more angry by doing that work-out stunt.

She pouted, and he was going again in guilt mode... really he had been taking her for granted off-late and hurting her; he knew she didn't like him working out to the extent of hurting himself but he couldn't control the anger that came after knowing it was dev's blood that saved him, his fist tightened again at the thought itself; but he calmed as this was the last thing geet needs to know!

Geet: nahi abhi nahi... itni jaldi aapke papa ko maaf nahi karungi; he should also feel how it pains, and moreover he should learn how to mamnaofy angry, pregnant wife.

maan tu to gaya... she is in no mood to forgive you... seems like gol-gappa will also not work!!' thought maan hearing her thoughts, if baby is not able to convince her to maan tum konse khet ki muli ho?' he thought.

Geet: but ek secret batau... sshhh, papa ko mat batana!

what more? Is her anger any less... jo ye secret bhi aa gaya!! Babaji bachao!' he spoke in mind.

Geet: wo ami toh bas thodi si masti kar rahi hu... maine kabka aapke papa ko maaf kar diya when he said "I am sorry geet" sitting on his knees; parr wo dusht danav mujhe hamesha pareshaan karte hai na... to iss baar meri chance hai.

She said as if justifying her fake anger then pouted as if baby disapproved of it.

ohhh!! Toh ye baat hai... madam is faking all the while, aur yaha meri jaan ja rahi ye sochne me ki apni angry biwi ko kaise manau' abhi dekhta hu madam ko; saying that he marched inside.

Geet: bass ab tum mujhe guilty feel mat karao; good boy ki tarah so jao.

She finished her chat, and just then felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to find maan there, he was in MSK awtar right now not in scarred pati mode whose biwi is angry; she kinda guessed his demeaur but decide to continue with her jhoota gussa... she turned her face away from him. He also didn't say anything just sat on the other side of the bed resting is back on headboard, then he took a magazine from side stand and started reading it, ignoring her completely.

Here geet did not find any reaction from maan; she was unsure if he heard her talks with the baby; but then he wasn't even trying to manaofy her... why? She not able to hold the curiosity anymore turnd her head a bit to sneak and see what he is doing. Her mouth fell open wide seeing him sitting there reading magazine casually and not even trying to manaofy her.

haww... dekha babaji! Biwi pass me baithi hai, parr ye... inhe toh kuchh padi hi nahai; kaise aaram se magazine padh rahe hai! Ye bhi yaad nahi ki mai naraz hu; mujhe mana bhi nahi rahe... aisa koi karta hai bhala?' she cribbed and it was loud enough for maan to hear... he with great difficulty hid his simle and continued to act nonchantalant.

Her mouth opened wider not seeing him react... this was height yar!! She poke his shoulders...

Geet: maan! Maan.

Maan: kya hai geet dnt disturb me.

He snapped... and she snatched the magazine.

Maan: what now?

He spoke acting irritated.

Geet: woo... aapne kuch suna toh nahi na?

She asked not sure if he'd heard her conversation with baby! He gave a knowing smile and folded his hands on his chest.

Maan: kya suna geet?

Geet: woo... woo I was talking to baby!

Maan: hmm...

Geet: and baby was taking your side...

She cribbed now... making him almost smile!

Geet: but you have to manaofy me more!

She said with finality; she knew now that he knows about her fake anger as he has heard everything, but he really needs a lesson and she loves his pampering. Maan now smiled big seeing her put away with the act and speak openly that she wants him to pamper her... he bent towards her and was now leaning over her, his lips near her ears and breadth tickling the skin around.

Maan: as madam says!

With that she didn't knew what happen as next second she was in his arms and both were walking down the stairs to the main hall.

Geet: maan! Mujhe neeche utaro... dadi dekh legit oh kya sochengi?

Maan: hmm... dadi will be proud of me to see how much I take care of my pregnant wife.

He said proudly and she smiled; now she made herself comfortable in his arms by looping her hands around his shoulders.

Geet: achha ji?

Maan: hmm... koi shak?

She nodded no

Geet: bilkul nahi patidev ji... waise aap ye bataenge ki aap mujhe kaha le ja rahe hai?

Maan: aapke liye chhotu sa surprise hai madam... just close your eyes.

No questions she just closed her eyes, not wanting to ruin his surprise even if it was small it meant a lot to her. After few seconds she felt herself being made to stand, still she waited for him to ask her to open eyes.

Maan: you can open your eyes dear.

He said slowly and she opened her eyes and found her most favourite thing in front of her eyes... she almost jumped to hug him... gol-gappa! Yuppie!!'

Maan: geet geet... aaram se!

She separated herself from him and gave a big smile...

Geet: hmm... lagta hai papa baby ki baat ho gai; and baby ne apni wish papa ko bata di gol-gappe khane ki.

Maan: haan bilkul... afterall my princess is in my team!

He said that deliberately; he knew that will make her fight with him over 2 things, first the baby being a boy and second he being in her team... and he loved to see her all in form; not angry and sad.

Ho gai galti

(GHSP anniversary OS on amritsar track; demand of zornista)

It was not so easy; yet she knew she will not be able to stay back with him after his words in the morning.

"kyuki meri rago me khurrana khandan ka khoon behta hai, jisme gairat hai; aur wohi gairat agar geet me nahi hai toh ye meri problem nahi hai. Shayad geet ki rago me safeed khoon daudta hai, isiliye apni beizzatti bhul k wo tumhare jaise insan ko maaf kar sakti hai, magar mai nahi!" his words rang in her mind "bolo geet, dev ne aisa kya kar diya tumhare liye jo aaj tum sab kuchh bhul k iske saath holi khel rahi ho? Bhul gai ki dev ne tumhare saath kya kiya tha? Jawab do geet... jawab do mujhe!" Making her head throb in pain and... she didn't know what to name that feeling very close to disgust, but still not that!

She never knew he could say something like that for her ever! Yes she was aware of his extreme anger and had adjusted to it but she never in her dreams could think that it may do damage to their relation at this extent that even thinking of mending it in near future seemed too difficult; then actually mending it was out of question!

She sighed... Probably that's why they say keep your words in check; as they may hurt sometimes more than a sword can!

Her life had taken a big turn in just few minutes as those word left his mouth and her brain registered the same; what hurts more was they were uttered by the same man who she vowed to share her life with.

She had been despised before too, even by her own blood... But the level of damage it brought this time is nowhere comparable to any other time, any other hurt. This time it more felt like... "geet - hui sabse parayi!"

In a country like india, the girl is supposed to be parayi from her birth itself; as she is supposed to be married off when the time comes, and that where she goes after marriage - her husband's house; is supposed to be her house and where she was born and brought up is supposed to be her maayka! Where she is nothing more than a guest!

Yet in the same country there are instances of a woman being abused at her so-called own house for issues as petty as dowry, or just voicing her views out, or even bearing a girl child!

But that was not what the case was geet... It was different! It was purely the matter of ego, anger, and failure of a man to let go off the past and embrace the present with a smile; and when she - his wife; did the same easily, it came as an outburst! And she was the one bearing all consequences.

She knew by now what losing meant; as she has lost all her precious relations at every stage of life! At the age when a girl enters womanhood, expects to be married and leave her parents only to go to her sasural, she had lost them completely; when she thought she was married, had someone to share her every happiness or sorrow for life, it turned out yo be facade; at the time when she was ready to move forward with the little life in her closing all doors of past with a smile, god became cruel enough to have the little life all for himself! And if that was not enough, the only possession she was left with at the end; her husband, her life partner or better to say practically her whole world, even that was snatched by the destiny... What more tests were left in her life she wondered!

"Amritsar Amritsar..."

The calling of bus conductor broke her thoughts... She sighed and got up... It was time to fight back and she was determined to do so. She knew it was only a matter of short period of time unless maan realises how wrong he had been... But the question was of her pride now; and she was a woman before his wife; the individuality in her would never let her forgive him easily. Though both of them knew they can't stay away from each other for long, and the same maan may use to win her back... Good! She was already dreaming of forgiving him, and that was the proof enough that this distance won't last long. But the fact that he had insulted her blood didn't go down well with her; and above all he could not check his words once speaking all those rubbish, he thought there can be a hidden reason in why she forgave dev? How could he? Did he not trust her enough? A thought crossed crossed her mind... but she brushed it off immediately; could let herself think so for her maan, yes he was still her maan, her husband, but more than that a man who had given her this life free of boundations of society; he was next to god for her, and will always be, she may get angry on her husband... parr apne bhagwan se naraz ho kar kaha jaegi?

Lost in thoughts... all of past, present and future; she didn't know when she reached Amritsar, she kept sitting at her seat still lost when conductor came and told that it was the last stop and she needs to get down. She collected her bag and moved out... She kept walking at the side of the road all lost, she didn't know where to go and what to do? Just followed the crowd or got carried away in it.

She stopped suddenly... here she is at the darbar of her babaji; at the enterance of The Golden Temple, maybe her babaji called her to him to show her light and bring out of this darkness. She moved in, all feelings left her, except the eagerness to seek the blessings of almighty and grace herself with the warmth.

Maan was in his gym; working out to calm his anger down... he was still seething reliving the moment of geet and dev playing holi... how could she? How could geet forgive dev, if he himself couldn't being dev's brother?

Little did he know the amount of patience, forgiveness, and bearing capacity of a woman. More than that in geet's case it was her fear to lose more, family relations and love for maan and dadi that they had to face awkward situatios always with dev living with them now.

The incidents of decoreated farmhouse, geet and dev standing close and geet saying "maine tumhe maaf kiya dev" haunted him... and he excercised more and more and more vigourously. Today that didn't seem to help him... he moved out to his pool now and started taking laps in full speed not caring even a bit of the muscle cramp that had started to form due to more than ususal exercise.

Geet entered the Golden Temple; she went there and sat for long long hours, just absorbing all the energy; she had again started to feel home. It was evening already she went towards the kitchen and volunteered to help them in making lanagr... she took up the place of the lady cooking dal, she stirred it occasionally making sure it gets cooked properly; all the while her mind thinking of the times she would make pasta for maan; a smile touched her lips and a tear fell at the same time. Someone touched her shoulder; she looked up the lady was saying "dal pak gayi hai" she nodded and left it; but got busy in other works... she didn't wanted to think about him now, wanted to give herself sometime but hardly she could resist if it was him or merely his thoughts!

It was night already; maan had stopped swimming finally and was calmer now. He had also to a good extent realized that what he said in fit of anger was no right for their relation; it was him who let dev in between their relation; better he would have solved this matter talking with geet inside the room rather than in presence of dev. This looked clear now, still he decided to give sometime to himself before talking to geet, lest he burst on her again.

He moved to the room and straight went into washroom to take a hot shower and calm his aching muscles. The shower was quite soothing and he got more time to think, the whole day events started as slide show in his mind, making him ponder over what he did and how right it was. The more he thought the more he felt it was just a spur of moment, and he should settle things between him and geet, slowly his thought process switched to other things and he had forgotten about the gravity of the situation in that. After like an hour remaining there, he finally turned the shower knob off and looked for his towel; but didn't find it inside.

"geet... mera towel pass karna" he called out and waited. "geet... geet" he called again not getting any response.

After like good 10 minutes someone knocked at the door, he opened to find his towel haging on the door handle, she must be really angry for leaving this here like this' he thought assuming geet had left it there.

He wiped himself and came out; he opened the cupboard to take out his clothes and was shocked!! Shocked to find only his clothes inside... "where are geet's clothes?" he frantically started to search for them messing the whole cupboard now, but didn't find even the traces of her things there... "dadi... dadi" he called out desperately; and quickly dressed up and moved out of the room calling for all "dadi, nakul, Deepak, annie!" he shouted for all and reached down at the living room. All were already present there giving him disapproving looks... "dadi geet kaha hai?" he said desperately ignoring their looks, that can be taken care of latter. "mai kuchh puchh raha hu aapse... dadi geet kaah hai?" he repeated not getting a reply. "annie! Annie geet kaha hai?" he asked annie now.

"annie bete aap jaiye yaha se" dadi said finally and dimissed her, even she was sad about geet leaving. Dadi now looked at maan "cahli gai hai geet... aapko aur iss ghar ko chhod k. aur hum unke saath hai, she is not wrong. Apni galti sudhar sakte hai to sudhar lijiye; I want my bahu back in this house in 15 days; aur jab tak geet ko mana na le, hume apni shakal mat dikhaiyega!" dadi spoke strongly and left maan alone.

As the words of dadi sinked in; maan held his head. ye kya ho gaya? I didn't realize how far I went in my anger, such insulting words I said ki geet mujhe chod kar jane pe majboor ho gayi? Iss waqt to mai khud ko bhi maaf nahi kar sakta, toh geet se kis muh se maafi mangunga?' he walked out of house now realizing the depth of hurt he instilled in her with his words.