A Cursed Up Love T1 - Page 49

awwe poor Geet Maan :-! OK thank you for the pm :-D

Maan is such an ass

Awesme update
feeling bad 4 geet
maan is being selfish...

I was not going to show my face without a prat here orelse Sharmeen talwar ki saath ready hoti😆somewhat looking like brij 🤣

Ok sorry didn't reply to comments, looking after my nephew all alone in a 6 bedroom house yep quite scary but thats for another day don't have the time nor the day to moan today 😆

Chapter 12: The unnerving Curse

'You must be tired, after we see dadi I'll take you home so you can change and rest' Vicky sat beside Geet

'I'd rather be here' she answered this time, her throat still felt the same, maybe Maan's presence forced her to fight against the pain rather than subduing it. Ouch' she tried not to scream but the throbbing pain ran along her legs forcing her to put her feet to the ground, her muscles had tensed up causing a numbed shock to travel through.

'Are you Ok?' he question to which she nodded, there seemed to be a relationship growing between the two; one out of concern and guilt and the other out of fear and loneliness

Maan walked out the room to see his brother shield his wife, he then slowly pushed her into Dadi's room stopping his eyes from travelling any further.

'You're one spineless man' Vicky spitted once Geet was in the room, he didn't what to leave Geet alone with Maan hence forced her to see Dadi although his heart was aching to see the woman he loved more than a mother

Maan would have retorted but Vicky rushed in leaving him standing alone. Looking through the window he saw his brother and dadi, the girl inching back in defeat. Maybe his brother was right, what did she ever do to deserve this? Then he thought of the woman who brought him up, the woman who fought ever tooth, every nail to raise him up and what did he do? Gave up on her the minute she asked for something he opposed to, was this right? He brushed through his thick hair hoping for better days, everything seemed so messed and right now there seemed to be too many loose ends with all routes leading to him. Sighing he sat on the exact chair she had for the past few hours, unknowingly he was heading her way.

Geet slowly walked towards the bed seeing the old fragile woman take shallow breaths, the beeping and lighting of the machines made it all the more daunting. She had never ever visited the hospital, never seen her family falling ill. She was always kept away but looks like all that is over. Even before she could reach for Dadi's hand, Vicky rushed in causing her to withdraw allowing him to talk. Had it not been for Maan, Geet would have walked out. But somethings are easier if avoided hence she took to the corner of the room pushing away from the display of love in front of her.

'Dadi please don't worry, Vicky hai na I'll make sure everything is fine' he heard him promise making her wish for the same. But she wasn't that same old Geet who lived in a fairy tale, this was that Geet who faced all the hardships of life in a day forcing her to grow up in one day, just one day.

'Haa Sam, yeah yeah' Vicky heard him scream raising his temper, it was the shivering of Geet that waded his anger to concern.

'Let's go home' he called opening to let Geet walk before him, but she refused to move

'Ghar chale' he asked again numbing her into place. That wasn't her house, for her husband declared it on the night of her wedding. How ironic? The place that she was dreaming about was now the place she dreaded.

'Geet' he said louder than usual forcing her to come out of her thoughts

Maan stared at the girl who nearly tripped once again over her long skirt causing her to grip onto Vicky's forearm for help and that's how they headed down the corridor with one of her hand firmly tucked into his brothers and the other holding the heavy scarf around her shoulders. Him dressed in a sherwani and her dressed as a bride, looking like husband and wife to the world. But his was one of the few that was privy to the real deal, she was his wife, that unwanted wife which his brother was taking care of. Yet another duty he failed, much like how he failed his grandmother who lay lifeless in a dead room.

Geet walked into the Khuranna mansion with Vicky's help once reaching her room, Vicky left shouting back at Nakul to get breakfast ready. Geet stood there looking at the door, not inching forward too scared to enter that deathly room which was the bearer of bad news, her personal coffin. 'Aaaisssa kuccch nahhhi haaain' she stuttered trying to encourage herself to take a step forward, with shaky hands she pushed the ajar door. A cold wind welcomed her, dead dried floors flowed to her and the deathly papers blew further moving closer. NAHI' she shouted pushing back, she couldn't go back in there.

'Geet kya hua' Vicky ran back holding her by the hands

'Nahi I don't I ddont want to want to go in that room, please please main nahi' she cried digging her nails into his arm

'I III cccantt' she hiccupped while he hugged her to him

'You dont need to do anything you don't want' Vicky tried soothing Geet guiding her to Dadi's room where heaps of new dressed awaited for the newly wedded bride.

'You can choose any of them' he pointed to the pile on the sofa while sitting her down on the bed

'Get ready fast and then we'll have breakfast, OK' he smiled seeing Geet calming down abit

'Remember no one would ever force you to do anything you don't want to, teek hai' He smiled seeing her nod and then felt her to it.

Geet sat there in that big white room for a while and then looked around stopping at the big portrait of Vicky, Dadi and her husband all looking happy. Their smiling faces taunted her sad face, laughing in her face looking at her sorry state.

'You're going to cry over me' His face mocked her conscious asking forcing her to walk over to the full length mirror. There she saw a reflection of herself, sad face; messy hair; big red eyes. Was she seriously going to cry over an unfaithful man who wasn't man enough to tell her he lover another before marriage? Was she seriously going to cry over a day old marriage, was she that weak? She asked herself scanning each and every artefact which told her story, the ripped dupatta; the bandaged wrists; the hollowness in her eyes. Her sindoor, the red pile catered at the parting symbolised his weakness, his failing and without much thought her hands wiped it off, she needed no such memory of him. Then the back and gold necklace twinkled in the white hazy room, this was meant to be a married woman's procession but she was neither; married or single. The significance was too big and her fate was way too cursed. She needed no reminder of yesterday, clutching onto the mangalstutra she tried a little pull but nothing happened. It still lay there and his mocking face came to her, pointing at her failed attempt of removing him from her. Next she pulled it harder weakening the tread that tied the black to the gold beads, much like the invisible thread trying him to her. Tugging at it harder she ripped it apart, beads flew across the room getting lost in the haze and a black bead ran under the bed, the gold however lay near her feet; still close to her. She watched that bead wanting it to move away much like the black, but it stayed still. What's wrong with you?' she asked bending down to its level but it stayed put, brave and proud. Get lost' she shouted, nothing was hers, everything was fated to go then why not this bead but it looked back at her unblinking. When the screaming and pushing didn't work, Geet left that gold bead there and ran to the bathroom with one of the kameez in hand. She wanted to be alone and locked, much like she was fated for. Away from the world, away from happiness and away from him and his signs.

Sorry there would be a note but not today and i'll sort out the links and maybe PM you lot but maybe tomorrow 😃

Bye for now

aww hate this maan so much ... how can he do this to a girl ..
poor geet is in so much of pain and maan face is haunting her ...
loved Vicky he did taking care of both women daadi and geet...

plz one more update

Thank god that vicky was there for her...maan..a man good for nothing..his ego and his girlfriend...nothing else exists...poor geet even if she is in great pain she managed to think straight...she is not that weak and he is not worthy of her pain and tears... she knows about the curse but there is more than that..
Waiting for next part!!!!