New FF: New York times with Maan and Geet - Page 80

Originally posted by: nisha_bh

take ur time,n dont stress urself too much dear...

love ya..

Thanks for understanding. I'm still not feeling well.
I'm unable to look at the bright LCD screen. I will post in the morning for sure.

Sorry people.

Please dear ..take good care of yourself..sleep well..the updates can wait..your health is very important..love ya😊

Originally posted by: Hasini67

Thanks for understanding. I'm still not feeling well.
I'm unable to look at the bright LCD screen. I will post in the morning for sure.

Sorry people.

Originally posted by: Hasini67

Thanks for understanding. I'm still not feeling well.
I'm unable to look at the bright LCD screen. I will post in the morning for sure.

Sorry people.

Part 40: keepsake…did I ever tell you how much I love your titles??! Well If I haven't then you should know….Love your titles!!!

OMG!!! His eyes are moist….poor soul! I wanna hold him in my arms and let him cry his heart out!!! So sad!!! It's not his fault…I hope he doesn't keep blaming himself…and my heart cried when he heard from the doctor about geet's condition and he wanted to hurt himself…this is so upsetting!!!

WAIT! Her shoes are gone too…and heavy bruising!!! This is so very depressing!

Geet in shock…oh no! She was relieving it….poor girl! But shock would def be the condition she would be in!!! Love your details that always stick to realism!!!

I love how she fell into his arms and just sobbed…I can just imagine it…so heavenly and pure!! And she hugged him tightly…never wanting to let go…and she finds protection and peace in his arms…he's there for her and he'll never let go and keep her away from all the pain in the world….beautiful!!! Absolutely beautiful!!!!

OMG! She got molested….oh no! Poor baby…this is so depressing Hasini!! She has to go through so much in life….poor child…lord have mercy…actually hasini, have mercy!!!

I like how Maan says "announce my affections"…the sound of that is just so pleasing to the ears…and eyes!!!

AWWWW!!! She cuddled in his arms…that so cute!! And Maan getting all panicky in the morning…that's so cute!!

My heart cried when Geet kept reliving the events over and over again…she's was broken, and now she's more broken! Good thing Maan is there to pick of all the pieces and mend her heart!

He's doing so much to help her…love that about him!! And geet was trust issues w/men…knew it! But this abuse was like the last straw…she completely lost it! I feel for her, but she's strong and will fight though this and win!!!

I like your comparison of her to glass: clear, outspoken, and the reason why she's cracking!! Such a beautiful comparison!

Thank god there's progress…she's slowly coping with it!! But so sad that Maan still feels so much guilt… the left of permanent mark in her life line was so deep!

Awwww…..maan didn't come and geet asks about him…1^st time she speaks and it's about maan!! Our baby, geet, is so strong and has such mental strength…perfectly shown in her 1^st monologue!

YES! She meets him and shows him the divorce papers….I'm doing back flips right now (well in my head)!!!

I love how she tells him he's not a stranger(ghair) for her…then he holds her face and wipes her tears and she held his hand..picture perfect!!!! And then the epic HUG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And then the ever so classic "chup, bilkul chup"…never gets old!!!! Love that line!!!

The ending is so beautiful….I was in tears b/c it was absolutely poetic….she was my Christmas keepsake….I couldn't have asked for a better ending!!! Plus love the description of Manhattan glazed with the white, beautiful snow!!

Thanks a bunch sweetie….I'm all caught up! YAY!!!! YIPPEEE!!! I can't wait for 41…super excited!!! And romance def to start in the future!!! This is the best!!!! Actually you're the bestest!!!!!!!

Part 41: Bridge to bliss.

<Geet's monologue>

Nothing changed with him because of that night. Do I want it to change? I wasn't sure. He still visited frequently, but just checked with Meera and left. He didn't call me to find out how I was, but didn't mind calling Meera.

He would always walk Rachana down to the elevator and I didn't need anyone to tell me what they talked about. For once it was nice to have someone care, but it was new to experience this kind of care, where I could feel it from the way he kept tab on me from everyone else. I knew he felt guilty about that night and I didn't know how to lessen his pain.

Just then Meera came into the room.

Meera:"Geet, Rachana wants to know when she should come in? Will 2.00 be fine with you?"

Geet:"Nahin, I think I'm fine. I don't want to see anyone"

Meera:"Tumhe kya hogaya hain?. Is something wrong?"

Geet:"Please…aap sab log mujhe patient ke tarah treat mat kijiye"

He walked in.

Maan:"Aur nahin to kaise treat karna hain?"

I didn't know he was here. I saw that he was still on call with someone. I assumed it was Rachana.

Geet:"Normal. Please Maan. I'm ok. "

Maan:"Normal ho toh, chal mera saath bahar. Subway main travel karna padega, aur galiyon se guzar na padega normal logon ki tarah"

"Chal mera saath"…I was drawn to those words.

He was challenging me and I didn't like it. I wanted to stand up and leave right there.

I thought about it for some time.

Geet:"Teek hai, main aapke saath bahar chaloongi"

He got back on the call.

Maan:"No, Rachana, sorry, she wants to go out. I will call and tell you how it goes"

Geet:"Dekha…phir se, I'm not your patient for you to report on me. Nahin to main nahin aavoongi aapke saath"

He simply smiled.

Maan:"Chalna hain to abhi nikhal na padega"

He walked out of the room. I got up, splashed some water on my face. Water was dripping from my face while I looked myself in the mirror.

Geet:"Kya Zaroorat thi voh vadi vadi baatein karne ke liye. Chado…."

I went back changed and walked out of the apartment.

We went down the elevator and I was for the first time scared to walk out the huge arched doors.

I immediately went close to him.

He turned and lifted his eyebrows as if teasing me. I moved away a bit farther.

As we stepped onto the street, I couldn't take it any longer; I went close and held his arm.

He looked at me once again.

Geet:"Please maan…itna to kar sakte hain, aap mere liye"

Maan:"Geet…maine kuch kahan bhi nahin…"

He took his hand and placed it on mine to assure me that it was ok.

Maan:"Toh! Kahan jaana hain. Aaj to weekday hain"

Geet:"Sorry, you are taking off because of me."

Maan:"Its fine, but where do you want to go?"

Geet:"Kahin bhi…aap hi decide kijiye na"

Maan:"Ok, I want you to take the subway, go to really crowded places, then I want to see how you do in the alleys"

Geet:"Nahin Maan…please…baby steps..."

Maan:"I have taken off for you, common."

He imitated me

Maan:"itna to kar sakte hain mere liye"

I couldn't control my laughter.

Maan:"Jokes apart. Let's go to little Italy and get some coffee first"

We walked a long way amidst the crowded New York streets and got to a tiny hole in the wall kind of place.

He ordered two cappuccinos. The waiter there asked us to be seated anywhere. I picked a booth. I went in first and when he was about to be seated in the opposite side, I held his hand and asked him to sit next to me.

Maan:"Main yahin pe hoon…."

Geet:"No…Please maan. Aap bhi is taraf batiye, nahin toh mujhe yahan se jaana hain"

He simply smiled and came and sat next to me. It was a pretty small booth and there was just enough place for us. He felt a little uncomfortable, but I didn't have it in me to be seated by myself this side.

Maan:"Geet, How long can you be like this? You have to talk to Rachana, it will only help you in the process"

Geet:"Nahin karna hain mujhe kisi se baath"

Maan:"Ziddi"

I couldn't meet his eyes. I turned away.

We were done with our coffee's and then we made our way to the flea market.

My mind was playing me the scenes from our last visit to the same flea market. I could never forget his face when he had lost my blue crystal.

Geet:"Main abhi aata hoon…"

It was the last thing I wanted to do, go off on my own, but I had to use the rest room this time.

Maan:"I will be in that shop"

He pointed me to a shop that was selling antique masks.

I went towards the public restrooms and there was a big queue to get to it.

I was nervous, but there was no other way and I had to face it alone.

I was quickly done and came back in a jiffy to meet him at the shop.

He wasn't there. Where had he gone?

I looked around and he was nowhere to be found. I walked down a couple of yards to see if he was in the neighboring shops. He wasn't there either.

I turned and walked the other way.

I went towards the parking lot for I saw someone wearing the same shade of clothes.

Geet:"Maan?"

The person turned to look at me, but it wasn't him. My eyes were moist. I didn't want to be alone. My mind was going back to the dark alley. I wanted to go back home.

I was getting light headed and that's when I heard him call my name.

Maan:"Geet."

I turned to look at him.

He was standing by the corner of the pathway.

I couldn't stop myself from running. I was walking faster and when I was just a couple of steps away from him, I almost broke into a run and hugged him. I didn't want to stay away from him. He was taken back. He didn't hug me and stood there frozen.

Geet:"Kahan chale gaye the aap….main tho aap ko pagalon ki tarah doond rahi thi. Aap teek tho ho na? Main vus dhukan main bhi dekhi, aur aap vahan nahin the. Aaise bina batayein chale jaate hain kya?"

Maan:"Geet, main yahin hoon….tumhare paas…"

There was something different about the way he made that statement. I wanted to know what it was.

I looked up to meet his eyes, while my hands were still tied around him. I had never seen him this close.

He was very still, but there was something very pleasant about his face. His gaze didn't pierce me, but encouraged me to look deep into his eyes.

He raised his hand to cup my cheek. I didn't expect that. He slowly moved his hand to the side of my neck and down my shoulder….I closed my eyes…and his hand continued to slide down mine until he reached my hand that was resting around his waist.

He took my hand and placed it on his chest and rested his palm on mine, wanting to lock mine in place.

I didn't know such a world existed. I had never felt so much passion in my life. His fingers felt like fresh snow sliding down my skin. Or probably it was snow, for it just started snowing. His touch made me forget the very ground I was standing on. I was lost in his hold and now I was completely resting on him.

Maan:" Thodi der ke liye tumhare nazron se door chalagaya tho, itne saare sawaal"

My eyes were still closed. He took his other hand, and traced my lashes with his thumb.

Maan:"Geet…ankhen kholo geet…".

I was still close to him, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from him. His thumb was still resting right next to my eyes, as if waiting to pursue my eyes to the ends of the earth, if it was not ready to give in the first time. I opened my eyes to meet his.

That moment, we were defining what we were to each other. It felt like I was waiting for this one instant in my life's entirety. It was the very reason of my existence.

Mounds of snow started pouring in from the heavens. I was shaking in spite of our closeness. He took both my hands and was blowing his warm breath in my hands.

I didn't know what my reactions were. I was still processing this proximity I had achieved with him.

He looked up to me and locked my eyes with his seeking permission, but for what? He slowly brought my hand to his lips and placed a kiss in the curve of my palm.

My eyes were wide in shock, but at the same instant, my heart was healing. It was the tenderest touch I had felt. He had kissed away all the pain I had ever felt. All along I had him right by my side, not knowing he was my salvation, my panacea.

I pulled away from him, leaving him in confusion. I ran as fast as my legs could carry. How far to the entrance? I didn't know, I had walked off to far away with him, not knowing if I had crossed the point of no return.

I took a cab and went straight to the apartment. I just wanted to be away from him for that moment. I didn't want to break down in front of him asking for more….

I sat in the cab, with tears flowing down my eyes.

Cab driver:"Hmmm.., do I want to know?"

He asked not knowing if he wanted to help.

Geet:"Sorry. Let's just get going"

<Maan's monologue>

I was getting carried away. I was not used to being this close to her. My world was upside down since that evening…..that evening when she came close to me and closed the distance between us.

She had so many questions on her mind. Did I really affect her that much? Kya tumhe sach main meri itni zaroorat hain Geet? I felt wanted.

Her skin was as smooth as the falling snow. I was tracing down her arm, wondering if this was another life, for I was to die, if I did not do what I was doing that instant.

I wanted to know if she would let me step into the next inner circle of hers. I wanted to read it off her eyes.

She opened her eyes, to give me my answers.

She was shivering. Was I doing this to her? I wanted to make her comfortable and tried to warm her up by blowing into her hands. At that moment, I was losing control and yet was completely cognizant of what I was doing. I wanted to push my limits. I kissed her palm.

I kissed her and she didn't hate me? Was I reading her right? I questioned my guts. What made me do it without knowing what we were to each other? I wanted to tell her, but it was too late. She was running away from me, not because it felt awkward, but because of some strange pain….her eyes conveyed her agony.

I didn't know how to approach her. I was standing in front of her apartment, contemplating, if I should knock, but nature had other plans. Meera got the door, even before I could knock.

Meera:"MK, good you are here. I'm heading out to pick up Yash. He is stuck at the office. Aaj New years eve hain na…We are also visiting his school friends. He wants to introduce me…"

She was shy.

Meera:"So aapko problem tho nahi na, Can you be with her?"

Maan:"Haan..I will take care."

Meera:"How was Geet's day out?"

She was teasing Geet.

Maan:"Not bad….actually good. "

I smiled.

Meera left and I entered the apartment. She was not in the living room. I sat down by the window seat. My mind kept questioning me if it was too soon to have displayed my affections for her.

She walked out of her room, to test me more. She had just taken a shower.

She was much calmer than some time ago and was not ready to look at me.

She walked towards me and handed me the towel in her hand.

Geet:"You should dry yourself, nahin to bheemar pad jayenge."

My hair and clothes were wet from the snow. I got up to get the towel and she turned away and started walking towards the kitchen.

I followed her. She didn't expect me to be behind her.

Geet:"Maan….yeh! aap kya kar rahin hain.."

I was following her like a puppy, desperately wanting to see if she felt for me the same way I did.

She was ready to walk away, but I couldn't let her go without my answer.

I pulled her by her wrist and tugged her closer.

And for the first time, I slowly moved my hands around her waist and pulled her closer. Her satin top, moved a bit and my thumb was resting on her bare skin.

Mera himmat bad raha tha… She didn't face me. I placed the towel on the countertop and lifted her chin to look at her.

My fingers moved her hair that was forming a veil between us. I tucked it behind her ears and traced it down to her shoulder and nudged her a little closer. I didn't know if she was playing along, but her face was definitely questioning all that was happening.

I wanted to end her confusion. I took her hand and kept it on my chest.

Maan:"Tumhari…basha main…hot chocolate"

Geet:"Maan….."

She looked away.

She tried to break my hold and get away, but I wasn't done. I held her even tighter. She was paying for all the restraint I had maintained the last couple of months. She wasn't hurting, but struggling with the closeness between us. She was nervous and her face was displaying so many emotions.

Maan:"And if you want to hear it my way….tumhe bahuth pyaar karta hoon, aur tumhari saath mera zindagi bithana chahta hoon Geet"

She didn't expect those words.

Geet:"Maan…yeh aap kya keha rahein hain?"

I didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable with my hold. I let her go.

She didn't react. She walked down to the window seat and seated herself, tugging herself close.

I walked and seated myself next to her.

Maan:"Geet…aaj main tumse nahin bolonga, toh shayad pagal ho javoonga….Mujhe pata nahin, ki ye sab kab hua ya kasise hua, shayad us din se jab pehli baar tum mera cabin main aayi thi…I thought you were the one Daadima was considering for my…."

I still wasn't sure if she was ready for the word.

Geet:"Maan….please…mujhe…"

Maan:"Chup…."

<Geet's monologue>

He placed his finger on my lips.

Maan:"Mujhe bolne do…aaj main baat karna chahta hoon"

I couldn't listen to him. Tears were flowing down my eyes. It was the one sentence I had wanted to hear all my life and coming from him, made me want to fall into his arms and surrender….surrender to everything that there was. I was tired of putting up a fight against everything. I was still not comfortable; something was eating away the cozy feeling inside my head. I struggled to ignore it.

Maan:"All the time, I was fighting within myself to stay away from you, but only when I truly distanced myself from you, I understood the faade I was wearing and how worthless it was.

Even then I couldn't truly make myself come close to you. The guilt that you didn't know what I had for you was eating me away."

He winced in pain.

I was moving automatically. I held his cheek with my hand.

Geet:"Maan Please…"

I moved back instantly when I realized what I was doing. He was amused with my confusion.

Maan:"Or should I say…Every minute I was going through what you just felt…yeh jaan kar bhi tum kisi aur ki hi…"

He knew everything. He had learnt to read everything….

Maan:"Main tumse kuch nahin chahta hoon Geet….Aur tumhare liye kuch bhi sawaal nahin hain mere paas…Aur zindagi ki is mode main, mein tumse kuch nahin mangoonga…Bas main sirf tumhare paas rehna chahta hoon….and I wanted you to know my true intentions."

I felt for him very deep. Mujse kuch nahin chahte hain? Bas mere saat chahte hain?.... I wondered how lonely he must have felt. How far away was he from any human bond that he had such simple requests?

Maan:"Aur…maine jo bhi aaj kiya…I'm not sorry for that…"

He was sincere.

Maan:"And we are at a point, I can't make time to go back…Aur bahuth tak gaya hoon geet…tumse baag baag kar….ab iske baad jo bhi hoga mere liye manzoor hain…Its your decision. I'm just ready to surrender"

His head was down. He turned to look at me. I could see the same pain in his eyes when he walked away.

I wanted to follow him, comfort him, but I didn't have an answer for his question. He didn't ask me any but I saw his open ended question in his eyes.

I wasn't there yet. His love for me moved me and made me feel that I was no longer alone in this world. His words that evening had changed my understanding of love.

I didn't know what was driving him towards such selflessness. Was it even right for him not to think of himself? Was it our broken pasts that were making us accept each other without any expectations, making us aptly feel we deserved each other.

I didn't know if there was any way we could complete ourselves without each other. I knew that moment that our relationship, whatever it was, had to stand the test of time.

I wanted to go up to his apartment to see if he was ok.

I went to the elevator and pressed the pin for his floor. It didn't work. I was taken back.

I went back to the apartment and called him.

Maan:"Hello…Geet…tum teek tho ho? Kuch chaiye… Main abhi Nakul ko bej tha hoon…"

His voice sounded guilty from leaving me behind alone here.

Geet:"Nahin…main voopar aana chahta hoon…aur pin kaam nahin kar raha hain…aapne badal diye kya?"

Maan:"Hmmmm Haan….Tumhe ab yahan aana teek nahin hain Geet. Maine Meera ko call kar diya hain.

She will be coming in some more time."

Geet:"Maan….aap please….mujhe PIN de sakte hain…Maine aap se kuch aur nahin poochi…"

I was equally mad, just the way he sounded.

He put the phone down without responding to my question.

I walked into the elevator again and wanted to try my luck. I tried a couple of easy guesses, it didn't work.

Could it really be that simple, I questioned. I just entered the numbers that had the letters of my name.

I looked for "G". The button 4 had "GHI". OK…4

And the next one was "E"….I looked for "E" and 3 had "DEF" underneath it. So 3 it is and 3 once again.

The last one was "T", so "T" was under 8 with the letters "TUV"

4338 was the pin and the elevator confirmed it when it started moving to the penthouse floor, this was the same pin 2 months ago as well. He had hid everything in plain sight. I wondered what else was beneath his shell. His words from the breakfast place came back to my mind…" I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between shadow and the soul". I cringed in pain. It had been a long time since I had been a part of his core….

I was at his floor, but I ran back to my apartment. I got back in and scrambled to search Google for that sentence. I didn't know the poet's name. I wanted to know what he wanted to tell me that day. I was lucky to hit it in the first search. I read it to myself.

"I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way
because I don't know any other way of loving
but this, in which there is no I nor you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep
it is your eyes that close."

My mind went back to the flea market…The way he had taken his hand and placed it on his chest….the way he had traced my eye lashes…

Maan….please…I don't deserve this from you. "so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close"

I had not seen anyone so cryptic that his every action was indeed conveying something to me, or was it just me, so smitten by him that I was trying to find some meaning out of everything that he did.

I was being thrown around by his wave of words…I couldn't fight it…

"I love you simply, without problems or pride"…. "Main tumse kuch nahin chahta hoon Geet…. Aur tumhare liye kuch bhi sawaal nahin hain mere paas …"

"I don't know any other way of loving, but this, in which there is no I nor you…"

"Mein tumse kuch nahin mangoonga…"

I couldn't take the agony in me. My head was hurting and my heart was torn for him. The room was darkening and I was feeling light headed, but I had to get to him. Reach out to him.

I pulled my weight and walked to the elevator and then to his door.

He got the door for me.

Geet:"Maan…mujhe aap se baat kar…."

<Maan's monologue>

She collapsed at the door. What had happened? How did she know the PIN?

I carried her inside wondering what was happening in my life. I didn't expect her to show up like this. I lay her down on the couch. She was conscious, but weak. I wondered what she was putting herself through. She was perfectly alright when I had left her.

Maan:"Geet….What are you doing to yourself?"

Geet:"Mujhe aap se baat karna hain…"

Maan:"Pehle tum rest karo….Let me get you something to drink…or do you want to eat something?"

Geet:"Nahin…please…aap mere paas betiye…"

I was not expecting her to say that, after all that had happened today. It was not just any other day. Some boundaries had been broken forever, but I didn't regret those moments for they were going to stay with me forever to keep me going. I was almost sure that she would never let me back in her life and to hear her say this, I was pleasantly confused.

A few hours had passed. She was sleeping on the couch and I had covered her with a throw. It was only half hour away from New Year. I didn't want to wake her up and ruin it with my presence, I would rather let her sleep though it.

And before my thought could finish, she woke up. She must have had a bad dream.

She was crying. I threw the laptop aside and ran to her.

Maan:"Geet, tum teek tho ho?"

Geet:"Maan….aap….kisini ne…aapko…."

I understood she was dreaming about me.

Geet:"Please mujhe chod ke mat jaiye…"

Maan:"Geet…main kahan jovoonga…yahin pe toh hoon…"

She was tugging me closer with my collar and sobbing badly. I put my hands around her and held her in a bear hug. Yet another time, I was pushing my luck. I didn't know what had gotten into me today, to me if felt like I had to do it, else I would lose her forever.

She was holding me too, but she was much calmer now. I realized I always had a calming effect on her.

After some time she let go of me, got up and walked to the corner of the glass wall. It seemed like she had some clarity.

Geet:"Why did you change the PIN Maan?"

Maan:"Geet, please….its just…it was due…"

Geet:"Nahin…What do you think? Aap ye sab kar lenge…aur main aapse door chali javoongi…ya…aap mujse door chale jaa sakte hain?"

Maan:"I didn't have any intentions of that sort"

She paused for sometime before she said the next thing.

Geet:"Maan…I'm just getting away from a battered life….And…"

I wanted to cut her off…"

Maan:"And I'm sorry that all this came out today…"

Geet:"Please aap mujhe bolne denge…"

I shut up.

Geet:"And I don't know if I have the clarity to make any decisions now. I need some more time…and I don't know to put a time limit on it."

She turned to look at me closer for I was behind her. She was no longer felt uncomfortable looking at me, for everything was already laid out in day light that day.

Geet:"I don't have the age or the experience to gauge all I that I go through and I don't know if I can ever do it….I really want to be with myself, make something of myself...main is rishte ko ek pehchaan nahin de saketi Maan…"

<Geet's monologue>

There was so much longing in his eyes and it was all being buried once again with that statement of mine. He was almost turning to walk back…

Geet:"Aur in sabka matlab ye nahin ki main aapse door rehna chahti hoon….woh mujse kabhi nahin hoga Maan…Aur"

He turned back to me once again and was very keen to know what was to follow. I didn't blame him, I knew he didn't expect anything from me, but his attention spoke volumes that he was ready to accept whatever was being offered.

I was shy.

He lifted my chin to meet my eyes.

Maan:"Aur….?"

Geet:"Aur yeh bhi nahin jaanti ki main aapke paas rehkar…aapke is chahat se bach pavoonga ya nahin…."

<Maan's monologue>

She seemed confused, but her eyes spoke love, sheer love to me.

I didn't hesitate, but went ahead and pulled her closer to me by her waist…She was too close, that she had to rest her hands on my chest to act as a shield between us. She didn't react as if she was expecting that. Her words…"Aapke is chahat se bach pavoonga ya nahin…." I wondered why she had framed it that way. Does she understand what it conveys to me? That she didn't have a problem with this…this exact moment that I was holding her…that she was ready to put up with my madness for her.

I wanted to hold my thoughts, but it raged like the oceans. Was I being reading too much into this?

Geet:"Aur…."

Before she could finish, the clock struck twelve….There were fireworks all over the bay.

I cut her off, for I had more important things to tell.

Maan:"Aur…Happy New year Geet…. "

I leaned to rest my forehead on hers.

She didn't move. She looked down and shied away. After a moment, she pushed me and was about to blast me for sure….I immediately closed her mouth…for I didn't want to hear anything other than her New years' wish for me.

Maan:"I just want My wish…joh bhi bolna hain…baad main sunana mujhe…"

She was mad. She had every right to be.

She folded her hands and stood there in a corner. I went and stood next to her.

Maan:"Geet….I'm…so"

She closed my mouth….I mumbled the rest…

Geet:"Happy New year Maan….aur…main chati hoon…ki aap hamesha kush rahe…"

Maan:"Thanks…agar tumhe ab mujhe sunana hain toh…you can start…"

I took out some cotton and stuffed my ears.

I had already paved way for the first fight of the New Year as well…but I didn't mind. I didn't know what kept pushing me that day, but something told me that she was to stay in my life, until the end of time….

She chased me around the living room and threw the pillows one after the other. She pulled out all the CD's as she ran out of options.

I was half way across the bridge to eternal bliss and her answer would take me there forever. I didn't mind waiting as long as I had to wait along with her by my side.

It was picture perfect for now.

Hopefully I'm trying to make up for my absence. Its a 9.5 pages part. I think its one of the longest.

It took me some time even though I had already drafted it. Had to do a couple of re-writes because, it was Maan's show today in the post and it just had to be perfect at least for me it is. I wanted Geet to feel him and his love everywhere. Please do let me know how it has turned out. This is once again one of the most difficult to write. To me this is how Maan in the FF would have done, straight no trying to hide or make it hazy. We have still not seen this in the Soap itself, but I think a 29 year needs at least this clarity and courage to speak for his love. Do please let me know how you liked how Maan came out with his feelings, just a little nervous.
I'm well now. Thank you all for your concern. Apart from the tiredness, I was in a major accident last night and that was the reason I couldn't post. I'm fine, but my car is in bad shape. Today's hug in the soap made it forup me in the morning and I started writing once again and the break gave me time to re-write Maan's feelings for Geet. Thank you all for your patience.

Reserved Edited...November 15, 2010

Hi All,
All your comments are being read, so please keep posting.
I have been behind a bit and still have to PM and email many of you. I owe you that. but today, I had to get to part 41 and I knew it had already been a 3 day gap so didn't want you guys to wait anymore either.

People so please be patient and I'm getting back to your comments.

Thanks and I really appreciate all the PM's enquiring about my health. Thanks to such wonderful spirited people, who are keep me going.

Hasini

i am crying..they way he expressed his love...the poem..the pin...just perfect...they don't need words...you are amazing awsome...and every part is just mind blowing...loved it yar and update soon...i am happy you are fine now...you are updating everyday...so i think we can wait...health comes first....

thx again