A Cursed Up Love T2 - Page 43

Chapter 29: A free bird Vs a cursed bird

'Geet what's wrong?' Maan asked as she leaned side wards so the profile her face was nestled against the headrest, he watched her trying hard to open her eyes which refused to obey, rather a nasty cough erupted leaving her holding her stomach in pain.

'Driver take us to the doctors, NOW' he called in alarm feeling her radiating forehead

'Nahi... mujhe ghar jana hain... please' she demanded opening her eyes ever so slightly before the weight of her lids bowed it down, sealing the lids with liquidised water which eventually dropped from the corners and landed on his hand which was pressed against her cheek. With a grunt, he asked the driver to do as asked by Geet.

Her head bobbed back and forth, dancing as the car caught rhythm in the manifested streets. He had been neglected to a corner, observing her fatigued face push against the seat with every loud sound. The next moment, she flew forward and so did his hands as the car hit an abrupt stop at the traffic lights breaking the little peace she got. Immediately her fear filled eyes looked at him in horror, tears already collecting at the forefront as her chin wobbled in displeasure.

'It's ok, you're ok' he cooed pulling a scared Geet to rest against his body, murmuring kind words as his hands weaved around her waist, melting her into silence.

Within a few minutes she was out, soundly sleeping while he watched her with shadowing concern. Maan had securely wrapped both his large arms around Geet's tiny waist pulling her as close as close can be. It didn't feel wrong, not even for a second, it was rather comforting. Every few seconds, he allowed himself to feel those untouched emotions that came with being with her, those feelings he promised to explore and hide away. Wasn't that a classic oxymoron? Like the warmth that penetrated from of her face and through his sleek shirt surpassing down his silken waistcoats, somehow touching his ashen heart setting it alight. A mix of colour vibrated from him; a purpling worry, a reddening desire, a yellowing care and a whitening relief. Yes relief, of seeing her smile in comfort.

When the car jerked to a stop, it was almost intrinsic to shoot an angry glare towards the foolish driver and when the same driver softly opened the side door ever so slowly, Maan couldn't help but to stare at him with gratitude before lifting her up and carrying her sleeping form very easily into the mansion. This wasn't a new action, however this was a new woman and following it, were very new feelings.

'KY...aaa hua' Nakul who started off with a shout immediately quietened down hearing Maan's fuming 'SHHH'. He was on his way to the kitchen when the vision of Maan carrying Geet stopped his work and he couldn't stop the worrying torment that invaded his system.

'What's wrong?' he continued following them up the stairs and into Geet's bedroom where Maan deposited her onto the bed.

'She's burning' he noted looking at Maan who edged behind letting Nakul continue with his investigation, even allowed him to cover the sleeping Geet with the duvet with agonising irritation.

'Maine kaha ta kaam pe mat jana, lekin meri kaun sunta hai. Ab dekho' this was a frustrated Nakul complaining as he walked around the bed and stopped at her feet, with the thought of taking off her shoes. He was just about to touch her leg when Maan stopped him in a hast, looking a bit muddled.

'I'll do that' and with that Maan crouched to the ground and took off her heels and then her socks before getting up and readjusting her pillows while Nakul stood at the bottom of the bed with open eyes, for he wasn't immune to the pretend games Mr and Mrs Maan Singh Khuranna were playing in front of Dadima. He was almost fooled into thinking Maan would never share anything with Geet, never mind a relationship. But here Maan was the ever so caring husband that maybe required a push, but caring he was.

'Is Dadima or Vicky at home?' Maan asked getting up on his legs with the aim of leaving her with his family, well maybe caring he was not, never mind husband?

'Nahi but I can' Nakul started seeing Maan walk to the door, he had secretly wished for Maan to take care of this special woman but that was near to impossible seeing his actions in the past few weeks, make that the past couple of years. Maan didn't care for his family, never mind a forced wife.

'No no I'll be here' he washed away with his hands, looking at a sleeping Geet

'well I'll call the doctor' Nakul hesitantly spoke as Maan moved towards the large window in dismay

Maan stood still by the window watching the birds fly in flocks outside, they created a small moving cloud-like appearance. The life of a bird was a funny concept really, they were free-willed and rising high. When life got tough, they could just take off but humans had no such remedy. With no wings and rooted feet firmly surrounded by family and duties. He was lost in his thought, when a small bird caught his attention. She looked weaker and was trying hard to battle against the force created by the flock before her. However, the small thing didn't give up rather stuck to flapping those infant wings. She lacked strength and power yet she was courageous and committed. He watched her fight for some time, with his heart nearly reaching for his mouth when a tree branch struck her, throwing her off balance. Soon the flock she was following, rushed beside her and then they continued in their journey, soaring the sky with the baby bird firmly positioned in the centre of the flock. There he learnt a lesson, an important lesson: family; no matter what they would be there for you! The consternation he felt a few minutes ago seeing a weakened Geet left him in a situation, he who felt responsible her this condition had now been given an opportunity. Maan had been a witness to her trials, he saw her fall and pick herself up after the debacle of this marriage. He had realised soon into this relationship', if you could call it that, that Geet was strong and kind-hearted trying to act in this relationship' fooling his grandma for the sake of her health. But now, all that fighting now caught up with her; leaving her ill and weak. As a member of this relationship' and more as family, he needed to nurse her better. As a fellow griever, he needed to make sure she got the best aid possible. As a causer, he had to ensure her health was restored. Yes, he still needed to stay away from her in order to understand his feelings and emotions relating to her, but in the hopes of bettering himself he couldn't ignore Geet especially now when she needed him, when she was his responsibility, that responsibility that couldn't he shunned no longer.

With a firm resolve stamped in his head, he turned around towards her bed when another sight caught his eyes. Her parrot pecking at the cage door watching her owner sniff. This was a parallel world, there the small bird was free-spirited enabling her to fight against the tortures of the world and here the parrot was homed against everything evil; safe and secured. But was she? Was she experienced enough to know the difference between wrong and right? Did she know what to expect? Like the velocity or the force of the wind. This was an inexperienced bird in comparison to that weak yet proficient bird. Little did he know, Bella's story was similar to that of Geet's; caged from outer difficulties but homed in inner insecurities.