She had left!! Even after he had asked her not to – she had gone ahead and left without even talking to him about it. She seemed hell bent on contradicting him in everything he asked of her. He asked her not to get involved in the Rathod project- she did; he asked her not to bother about the case against him, not to meddle and yet again – she did. Now, she had gone to Hoshiarpur and that too – alone. Only Geet Handa could have the nerve to get on his nerves.
When she had come to the office today morning to deliver the file, he had not realized that she would blame herself for the mess created by Ms. Rathod. Even though, he never held Geet responsible for any of it, she had taken it upon herself to shoulder the entire blame. Previously too, she had been quick to apologize, on coming to know that she had not passed on the call from his sick Dadi, and today was no different. The moment she heard about the case filed against him, she had wanted to apologize; try to set things straight with the crooked Ms. Rathod.
The office staff held her responsible for his predicament, wondering at his behavior in handling the Hoshiarpur project and taunting her about her role in it; while she stood there caught between the guilt she felt about it and the truth about their fake engagement. For some reason he had taken a perverse satisfaction in letting his staff know that Geet was his fianc; liking the effect it had on them - hushing them up and making them look at her in a different light. Now they would know to keep out of her way and stop their hurtful remarks; for, no one dared to cross Maan Singh Khurana and least of all, his fianc, his Geet. Somehow, letting them all know that Geet was engaged to him, albeit under false pretenses, had made him feel elated; elated to let them know that she belonged to him now, was with him now.
Geet had agreed to their fake engagement for Dadi's sake and that too, only for a short time; but, he knew in his heart, he did not want it so. He wanted her to be his, for now and ever and would somehow have to make her realize that they belonged together. He was not about to let her go, now that he had her where he wanted her and her agreeing to this charade would just help him get her closer to the truth, their truth. Last night, when he had asked her whether she loved him, he had seen her tears and the truth that had shined through them.
He realized now, he should have known better than to think that Geet would be the kind to let go of the Rathod issue. She seemed adamant to make amends with Ms. Rasika, to somehow keep the case from blowing up and in her mind- keep him out of jail. She had gone to Hoshiarpur alone - without bothering to inform him or consult with him; she had just upped and left.
After last time, he knew the dangers she faced there and would have never let her go by herself and maybe, that was the reason she did. He knew he had to get to her before they did, reach there as soon as possible and bring her back, drag her back if he had to. It made him furious to think that in her obstinacy to go against his wishes she had endangered herself. Did she not know that he did what he did to protect her, to avoid her getting hurt at all costs? His insides twisted at the thought of something happening to her; at the thought of what her family, that lunatic Brij, would do to her if they found her. It was driving him insane to think of her lying hurt and in pain somewhere, unable to call out to him, unable to reach for help. The thoughts kept churning inside him - What would he do if something happened to her; what he would do to them, if something happened to her. Why could this girl not understand what she meant to him? How much she meant to him? How vital she was to his peace of mind or the lack of it?
She held the power to drive him insane with worry and furious with anger all in the same breath; to fill his heart with untold joy and make it vacant as a shell with one word, one look. When would she realize that whatever she did, wherever she went, she could not escape the truth; the only truth that mattered, that would ever have credence; one that he had stopped fighting and accepted a long time ago,– the truth that she was his.
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