FF: New York times with Maan and Geet Thread 2 - Page 20

Originally posted by: Water.

Worse part is...m off to bed now...it is 3:15 am.

So I will read it tomorrow morning....

Rachana

Part 52 Paradise birds

<Geet's monologue>

I opened the boxes to see what the gifts were. The first one was a rectangular one, wrapped with shiny paper. There was a small card on it and I opened to find "To my wife…" written in the first line and had his name signed on the other. No not Maan Singh Khurana, just Maan. I smiled. I managed to open without tearing the gift-wrap. It was a beautiful spun cotton white saree with scattered green block prints. It had a thin green and gold zari on both ends. I was surprised that he went for a cotton saree. He will keep me guessing all my life…my Maan. I kept it to the side and opened the next box. This one had a card too and had the words "The quartz wants to be a crystal…just like you" written and had his name signed. It was a beautiful single line diamond necklace with three pear shaped green diamonds strung from the center. I couldn't help notice the contrast between his two gifts. One must have been in the order of hundreds and the other in the order of hundreds of thousands, but something else occupied my mind now. His words brought tears to my eyes. He remembered my question to him at the gym sit-out…"But the question is does this rock quartz want to be like the blue one?" I still had not dressed up after coming out of the shower, but still walked to see him with a long towel wrapped around me. He was asleep and my ghooghat was strewn half way across his chest. His sherwani was still on the floor. His laptop lay near the window sitting and I was here leaning on the corner wall from where I could see him asleep. Is this a dream? Was he really mine? I still couldn't believe we were married. I promise Maan to keep my crystal shiny and new forever… My heart ached for I knew not how to tread safely. Will this crystal lead me and show me light?

I watched him for some more time, but it was about time for him to wake up. I wanted to dress up quickly and be by his side when he would wake up. I dug the suitcases and the shopping bags to see if I could match the saree with a blouse I already had. I found the closest one I could lay my hands on and quickly changed. I wore the necklace he had gifted. My hair was still wet and I contemplated if I should dry it. I smiled and left it the way it was. I went and sat myself at the window sitting and waited.

Sometime later…

I could feel fingers sliding from my forhead to the back of my ears. I sat up quickly. He had tucked the hair falling on my face behind my ears. I must have slept off. He had pulled the table nearby and was seated to face me.

Maan:"Good Morning…"

I was groggy. He had just woken up too. I searched for a clock to check for the time.

Maan:"12.15…"

Geet:"Oh!...main phir se so gayi….I must have been tired. Lekin aap tho itne der nahi sothe…aapka tabiyath tho teek haina"

I came close to check his forehead. He smiled.

Maan:"Main teek hoon Geet. Tum kab vuti?"

Geet:"Main…6.00 clock…Daadima told me that you wake up around 6.30, tho maine socha…"

I blushed and shied away. All along he had been holding my right hand and was playing with it, trying to tangle his with mine and tracing his fingers on my palm occassionaly.

Maan:"Tum bahuth khoobsoorat dik rahi ho Geet"

His eyes looked deep into mine. Everything slowed around me. He pulled me closer and made me sit on his lap and hugged me by my waist. He kissed me by the side of my neck and locked his gaze with mine once again. His one kiss had said it all.

<Maan's monologue>

She had been waiting for me to wake up since 6.00 AM. I smiled. Shaadi sach main sab kuch badal de ta hai. Was the six years my penance to get to her? All the time I would wake up to an alarm call and Nakul's coffee and today I had her waiting for me to wake up to her love. Sheer love is what I felt when her words trailed off…"Tho maine socha…" I woke up to see her sleeping on the window seating. Her saree was fluttering in the air. I had to come closer to make sure she was still human for she seemed to have been etched out of shiny white marble. Her neck was adorned with white and green diamonds, which now seemed a little dull next to her smile. She was holding on to a card in her hand and opened it to show me. It was the one that I had stuck to the necklace box. I took it from her hand and smiled. What had she made me? I was writing poetry for her.

Maan:"Tumne mujhe yeh kya bana diya?…main tho kavitha likne shuro kar diya."

She didn't find it funny. A teardrop escaped the corner of her eye. She held my face and kissed my forhead.

Geet:"Thank you."

And I knew it was not for the saree or the necklace…

<Geet's monologue>

We had to break out of it to get ahead with the day, for we could have lasted a lifetime in that moment.

I got up and walked out of the room. He followed.

Geet:"Aap kya kayenge? Breakfast ya lunch dedoon?"

Maan:"Pehle…coffee. Nahin tumhara chai"

As she went down the stairs, she slightly jumped to get down the stairs as she clutched to her saree's pallu by the side. I couldn't help notice every movment of hers; I realized I was obsessed with her.

Geet:"Daadima, Meer aur Yash bahar gaye hain. Shopping ke liye"

She called out to me as she walked towards the kitchen.

Maan:"Aur ghar ke help?"

Geet:"Kal Shaadi tha na…isiliye Daadima vunko aaj chutti de diye, sav…."

Even before I could finish my sentence, he had pulled my saree off in one go and I twirled to land on him.

He held me closer.

Geet:"Saviye..Shrivastavji…"

He realized what he had done now that someone was there at home and let go of me. I ran to the nearby closet pulling my saree that had come off and I closed the door behind me. Aah…yeh Maan bhi na.

He opened the closet door and walked inside.

Geet:"Maan…chodiye mujhe…"

He was smiling and hugged me from behind. I pushed him off and started putting my saree together.

He once again walked towards me and held me closer by my waist. He was lost in my eyes and I was giving in too. We kissed for a long time. He let me go and I was about to run back to the room when I heard voices. No….No…Babaji.

I opened the door slightly to peek. It was Daadima, Yash and Meera. I closed the door and sighed. I was upset.

Geet:"Ab mujhe pata nahin ki hume aur kitne der rehna hain yahan pe…Babaji aap hi kuch kijiye"

Maan:"Kyon Main hoon na yahan pe... ab tumhari Babaji ko kyon bula rahi ho?"

Why does he act like this babaji? Bilkul parwah nahin ki bahar vunke Daadiji hain. He pulled me closer by my wrist.

<Daadima's monologue>

Yeh Maan tho nahin…Andar closet main kya kar rahen hain? Aajeeb hain?

Geet:"Bahar Daadima, Yash aur Meer kade hain. Vunhe acha nahin lagega hum aise closet se bahar aaye tho. Aap samaj rehe hain na?"

Maan:"Geet hum Shaadi shuda hain…they will understand…Tum hato.."

<Geet's monologue>

He was determine to get out now.

Geet:"Babaji…main tho sharam se mar javoongi…please Maan…abhi nahi..."

I was about to convince him when there was knocking at the door. I went behind him and he opened the door. It was Daadima.

Daadima:"Maan aap andar kya kar rahein hain? Hume andar se avaaz aaye tho…"

She didn't need an answer as he walked out with his head down and saw me with embarassement written all over my face.

Maan:" Daadima main..voh…yeh…"

Bade sher jaise baatein kar rahe the, aur Daadima koh dekte hi choohe bangaye? He walked away and got to the stairs to get to his room.

I stood there not knowing what to say.

Geet:"Daadima, main abhi aayi.."

Daadima smiled. Meer and Yash were sitting at the dining table, giggling. Babaji. I closed my eyes and winced with discomfort and walked staright to the kitchen to make tea for him.

I opened the bedroom door and he was once again sitting with his laptop. I gave him his tea and sat at the window seating. I was upset and he could read it off my face. He left his laptop on the bed and came to sit next to me.

Geet:"Aap ne jo kuch bhi kiya na, voh soch soch kar mera chera tho laal ho te jaa raha hain"

He came close to hold my hand. I shrugged it off and removed myself to sit a bit further away. He laughed.

Maan:"Toh itna socha mat karo Geet, dimaag mein itna zor mat daalo"

Geet:"Aapko Mazak sooj raha hain..Dekiye mujhe yeh sab bilkul nahi pasand. Samje ne aap"

I turned to warn him with my index finger, when he grabbed it and kissed the tip of my finger.

Geet:"Main aapse baat kar rahi hoon…aur aap meri baton par dyan bhi nahi de rahein hain?

I got up to walk away when he pulled me and had me seated between his legs.

Maan:"Haan..tho kya bol rahi thi tum?"

Geet:"Yeh aapko kya hogaya hain? Dekhiye aap bool rahain hain, ki hamare seva ghar main aur saare log bhi hain. Main aapke wife hoon, aapke shararath sirf isi kamre main rakiye ga, samje aap…"

He was mad. Or atleast he acted mad.

Maan:"Main Maan Singh Khurana hoon…Aur mujhe aaj tak kisi ne kaha nahin, ki mujhe kya aur kya nahin karna hain…"

He hugged me from behind and kissed me on my cheek. I got back at him.

Geet:"Aur main bhi Maan Singh Khurana ka biwi hoon…samaj gaye naa aap…"

We laughed together. I had never seen this side of him. I was falling in love with him all over again.

Maan:"Accha pati ko naam se bula rahi hai…"

I realized what I had said. I tuned and buried my face in his chest.

Maan:"Geet…ghar mein hamesha saadi hi pehna…"

I turned to look at him and his eyes dazzled with happiness and that made me happy too.

He voice was low and sultry. He didn't have to say anything further to tell me how much he had liked me in it.

Kal se sab kuch badal gaya tha. We had no boundaries, atleast not physically. Was I pursuing you enough Maan? He was sipping his tea and had the newspaper on his other hand and I was still seated between his legs. I leaned on his shoulder and couldn't keep myself from wondering how comfortable we were with our closeness.

Maan:"I could get use to this routine you know. Ek haath main chai, doosri main paper, aur baahon main tum…I don't know if I will ever get up and go to work…"

He said the exact thoughts that were running through my head. We were indeed connected in strange ways. He was happy. I couldn't hide it from him anymore. He was happy but I had to tell him.

Geet:"Suniye…"

He turned and looked at me with surprise.

Maan:"Kya boli…Phir se bolo…"

Geet:"Nahin…Please Maan, mujhe aap se seriously kuch kehna hain."

He kept the newspaper down and turned to look at me.

Maan:"Hmmm…Bolo"

I hesitated. I didn't know how he was going to recieve it, for I had made that decision prior to our marriage.

Geet:"Aapko tho pata hain na, ki main SF mein job doond rahi thi…"

Maan:"Haan. Vuske baare main ab kyon zikhar kar rahi hain…"

Geet:"Ji…Voh…I have two offers now"

Maan:"Aur thum SF jaana chahti ho?'

Geet:"Lekin....maine yeh decision ab nahin li...yeh tho shaadi se pehle ki thi...situations aise the Maan...ab mujhe pata nahin..Maan please mere baat toh suniye..."

He moved me aside, put the paper on the table nearby and walked out of the room. I called out to him a couple of times. He exited the room and was going down the stairs. I followed.

Geet:"Kya aap chahte hain ki main apni baat sunane ke liye aapke peeche peeche avoon?"

Maan:"Tho kya main peeche peeche avoon tumhare baat sun ne ki liye jab tum bol rahi ho ki tum SF jaana chahti ho..."

Geet:"Aathe tho kya kam pad jaate? Lekin phir bhi...Maine kab kaha..."

His phone rang. Where were we going with this? I didn't like the way we questioned each other for it was not about who needs to be behind who. It was more to do with am I going to SF or not.

Maan:"Mujhe yeh call lena hain..."

He walked out to entry to get the call. I wondered why he couldn't take the call in front of me

I was still sitting on the stairs waiting for him to come back in.

<Maan's monologue>

San Francisco? Will I be able to stay away from her? If only she could hear my insides screaming right now. Ab SF jaane ki kya zaroorat hain? I just didnt understand that moment. Mujse pyaar toh karti hain, aur mujse door bhi jaana chati hain? She had driven me mad by bringing up that topic. Now the question is should I stop her from going or should I let her go? Do I have the right to stop her from going? Is that even fair to ask her or was I being selfish? I want her to be independent and do want her to make a place for herself in this world, but it definitely did not mean that she has to stay away from me to achieve that. It was not anger that spoke, but confusion why she was doing what she was doing? I didnt understand her love. Seedi dik thi upar se, lekin ander se bahuth complicated the. I wondered if there was anything I could do to get her to agree to stay.

<Geet's monologue>

He came back in. He called out to Shrivastav and asked for a sandwhich and that he had to leave someplace soon. I was standing right there and now he didnt need me? It didnt matter that he didnt call out to me. It was his first meal after our marriage and I was not going to let anyone make it for him. I would lose this moment forever if I were to sit back and let my pride take over. I knew for I had done that in the past and I was not going to repeat those mistakes again. Second chances are rare. Maan ke liye tho main kabhi kuch kar ne main compromise nahin karoongi. I prayed I always had this clarity to put him above me.

I smiled for it was the moment where my love for him was meeting my pride. I wanted him to win always.

I went inside the kitchen and placed the sandwhich on the grill after filling it with cheese and green chilli spread. Apparently that is what he liked, chilli cheese sandwhich. Tabhi tho naak pe gussa chaada ho ta hain. I also scrambled some eggs and brewed some fresh coffee on the side and gave it to Shrivastav.

He was reading the newspaper seated at the dining table. He seemed mad for he screamed at Shrivastav.

Maan:"Ek Sanwhich ke line itne der laga the hain kya?

He closed the paper and looked at the sandwhich.

Maan:"Aur yeh kya? Crust kaun katega? Itne saal se..."

He realized that I had whipped it up for him as he saw the plate of scrambled eggs and coffee that was served alongside. He knew Shrivastav would have got him only what he would ask for.

<Maan's monologue>

Daadima was staring at me wondering if I would go for the sandwhich with the crust. I hated crust. I turned to see her watch me from the kitchen. She was fidgeting with her pallu.

I closed the paper and ate the eggs and sipped the coffee.

As I walked out of the house, I grabbed the sandwhich to go.

I couldn't have left overs when she wanted to cook up something for me the first time after marriage.

I saw Daadima walk over to the kitchen. I didnt care what jokes they were to crack on me but I had to get out of there...she was leaving me. Ziddi.

<Geet's monologue>

Sandwhich kaye ke nahin? Itna gussa kyon karte hain? Mujhe toh baat bolne bhi nahi diye. I wish he had waited to hear me out completely for had he done that he wouldn't be tormenting himself this very moment. Main toh SF nahin jaana chahti toon, but my situtations are different now and I don't have a choice but to take up that job in SF. If he wants me to pursue him I was ready to, but I wish that was after he had understood my situation and still felt that I was at fault.

Something told me it was not going to be an easy day for me. I just couldn't stay away from him.

<Maan's monologue>

All I could think of was that she was leaving me. New Year's evening was repeating all over again, except for the fact that she was my wife now. Can I stop her from leaving or should I not? I washed my hands on the way out. The water was warm, I tried to hold on to it for sometime, but it wouldn't stay in my palm. Was this telling me something too? Was I trying to hold on to her the same way I was trying to hold on to this water? Things I had no control over…

I got into the car and started driving. The driver must have left it at this radio station for a song started playing and I couldn't help pay attention to the lyrics.

"In dino, dil mera, mujhse hai keh raha

tu khaab saja, tu ji le jara hai tujhe bhi izaazat, karle tu bhi muhabbat"

Wait. Now the radio was talking to me too? The lightness of the situation allowed me to think and pay more attention to the song. She was 24, married twice. The sentence hurt me. She still had not figured out what she wanted in life except me ofcourse. Her career was a question mark. She wanted to prove to herself that she was independent even now when she owned the Khurana empire. I admired her drive. She wanted to know what she was capable of and why did that trouble me. I had no competition what so ever. I knew I was her life already. The distance would be for some time and then she would be back. Wouldn't she? Was I making a big deal out of this?

I wondered what would have happened had Daadima not given me the space to live on my own after Sameera's incident. Had I not committed those mistakes, I wouldn't be the person I'm now. I cannot share my life lessons with her, she had to have her own. I wouldn't do what her family or what Dev had done to her, take away life's choices for her.

She had to live too. She had to have her own dreams too…She had to love me in her own way too.

"Berang si hai badi zindagi kuchh rang to bharoon

main apani tanahaayi ke waaste abbb kuchh toh karoon

jab mile thodi fursat, mujhse karle muhabbat

hai tujhe bhi izaazat, karle tu bhi muhabbat"

I smiled for I knew what I had to do. I went ahead with the work I had to complete. I didn't want to call her for I wanted to talk to her in person first. It was already 8.30 PM. It had gone too far. I had to push back on work, for it wasn't fair to keep her waiting. I drove back to meet her at home.

She was not in the room. Where had she gone? I searched the entire house and she was nowhere to be found. I found her in the sunroom upstairs. What was wrong with her? It was freezing outside and she stood there without even a sweater. The room didn't have any heaters and she was shaking a like a leaf.

I walked towards her.

Maan:"Geet tum yeh kya kar rahi ho?"

Geet:"Ji…Main bas…yahan pe…I had a good view of the sky here…I don't know why, I was remembering all the time we spent at that Vacation home on your birthday"

She looked down for her eyes were laden with tears.

Geet:"You asked me to look up to that star when I was lost…I was trying to spot it."

She moved me. I felt for her. I pulled her and hugged her. I didn't want to stay away from her a moment longer. Did I make her feel lost by leaving her alone? She wasn't mad. She simply hugged me back and held onto me. I carried her back to the room. She kept searching for answers in my eyes for hers reflected pain.

Geet:"Shahdi hue ek din bhi nahin hue…yeh sab hamare beech main dek ke mujhe tho dar lag raha hain ji…"

I didn't repond to her. I lay her down on the bed and tucked her in with some warm sheets. I went on the other side to lie down next to her and hold her. She could use the warmth. She rolled over to rest on my shoulder and had her arm around me. I was surprised that she didn't have any ounce of anger in her. What had she become? She was a different person.

Geet:"Pata hain…main aapko bahuth miss kar rahi thi…Aur sandwhich kaye ke nahin? Sorry I didn't know that you didn't like the crust"

I winced. She was making small talk to make me feel better now? I simply rubbed her back and her hand that was now resting on me.

Maan:"You are not angry with me? Maine socha…"

Geet:"Gussa…who tho aap the Maan, mujse…"

Maan:"Lekin main tho chalagaya…tumhare saath hone ke bagair…Aur Khana…"

I had forgotten to check if she had eaten anything. How could I do this? I knew she was waiting for me. I had already made too many mistakes that day. I sat up to balance on my left arm and held her cheek.

Maan:"Tu kuch khayi ki nahin?"

She swayed a no. Darn it.

Maan:"Chalo mere saat….kuch kalo pehlo…"

She got up and she didn't fight it either. I wondered what was going on for she was not the kind who would give in so easily.

As she walked ahead, I stopped her by her shoulder and she turned to look at me. I had to tell her.

Maan:"Sorry Geet…I'm not acting myself today. Tumhara khayal bhi nahin raka paaya…"

She came back and hugged me by my waist.

Geet:"Acha! khayal rakna chahte hain…toh make up for this day…"

I smiled.

Maan:"Zaroor Jaan…tum jo chaho…"

She lifted her face to look at me. She had a smile on her face that told me that she liked it, but at the same didn't expect that coming from me. I wanted to woo her and I was not the kind who knew how to do sweet talk. This was the best I could do.

Geet:"Jaan…ab yeh kya naya naam de diya mujhe?"

Maan:"Tum to mujhe do do naam se pukhar thi hain…kabhi MK, Kabhi Maan…tho maine socha..tumhe bhi do teen naam de hi doon…Itna tho hak hain mera?"

I couldn't come out so openly. I would do anything for her that moment for I felt desperate to get this guilt out to me.

Geet:"Do teen…mujhe boliye na…aur kaunse naam soche hain mere liye…"

What I had gotten myself into? I was not used to such stuff. I was trying to woo her and now I was being cornered. Should I look up google? She was happy and smiling and that told me that I was headed the right direction. I didn't want to go for anything cheesy for I wanted to be able to use it as well. Sweety or Sweetu was too clich and I for one will never call her like that in front of people.

Maan:"Mishti kaise laga?"

Geet:"Mishti?"

Maan:"I think its Bengali and means a sweet person…"

She smiled and hid her face in my chest once again.

Geet:"Sach main?…mere ek naya zindagi shuroo ho raha tha kal se…and I did want a new name…thaki…"

Her words trailed off. Perhaps it was not all that random that I brough it up.

Geet:"I want to change my name. Will you help me?"

She was asking me something for the first time after marriage….I was getting carried away.

Maan:"Haan…jaan…"

I picked her up to get to the kitchen and she kept talking.

Geet:"Mishti achha laga. Aur I want to change it to Geet Maan Khurana. Do you think its ok?"

I knew why she wanted it that way. I would talk to her later about that but food came first.

I was still upset with my behavior that day. I had not responded to her question yet. I took the plate and filled it with all that was left outside. Everyone had finished their dinners and had gone back to their rooms. It was just us and so we stayed in the kitchen and she was seated on the countertop.

I took the plate to her and fed her. She leaned on my forhead and fed me another piece. We were stuck by love and there was no escaping it. It felt like I was in my early teens. I didn't mind for we had not been a normal couple before marriage. I didn't know if she had thought about that too. We didn't court, we didn't have those long phone calls, or emails, or ran to hug each other after missing each other for a long time…filmy. If anything we only ran away from each other and that is what we were making up for now. This cozy feeling in my stomach when she came close, I couldn't escape it and she had a good name for it too, "Hot Chocolate".

Half way through our dinner, she noticed I was too silent for her.

Geet:"Maan, aap teek tho hain? Itna chup kyoon hain?"

I had to tell her my decision now.

Maan:"Geet…I was wrong this morning to be mad. It was your decision to go to SF. You should go"

She was shocked and she probably didn't expect that from me. Did she expect me to fight back? But she should have known that I had never stood in her way, so why now? I was mad, but I'm human too.

Geet:"Lekin Maan, main SF nahin jaana chahti hoon….Woh tho"

<Geet's monologue>

He didn't let me finish it. He didn't care that his hands still had the gravy stuck to it. He cupped both my cheeks and kissed me on the lips.

Maan:"Phir se bolo…"

I smiled. He acted like a kid.

Geet:"Hmmm hold on. Before you get too excited. Mujhe SF jaana hain, but as a stopgap. I need to have some job until I find one back in NY…mere H1B…"

Maan:"Kyon, cant you continue here?"

He once again kissed me. My cheeks had kadi all over. I didn't know what changed now. His eyes got its glow back. I will find out later, but now I had to answer his question.

Geet:"Maan..tab humare beech main….aapko pata tha na…I didn't want to feel awkward in office after that proposal. I waited for the passport to come back and when it did I decided to take up that SF offer and sent the notice to our office…Aur notice bej ne ke teek ek din baad…Daadima…You know what happened after that"

He smiled. He was happy.

Maan:"Mujhe toh laga ki tum khud mujhe chod ke jaana chahti thi"

I had to convince him that I would never do that, let alone say that.

Geet:"Aapse door baag baag kar tak gayi hoon Maan…ab sirf aapke saath rehna chahti hoon….pata nahin, aap hi jo ek ho jo 4 mahine main muj main itna badlaav laa sakte te…I wanted to stay away from everyone…aura ab dooriyon ke baare main soche to bhi dard hota hain"

I held onto his face with both my hands as I spoke to him. His cheeks were covered with kadi too.

He was careful to hug me after that. I wondered why? Perhaps it was the saree he didn't want to ruin His faviorita tho hoga? I had not changed after he left, for I needed to have his presence linger around me. I had taken off the necklace for it was too heavy and stayed with just the mangal sutra. My bracelet jangled as he let me go. I leaned to take a paper towel and wet the same to wipe his face. He took it from my hands and cleaned my cheeks too. He didn't let me do the dishes.

He pulled me once again and hugged me. He let his lips rest on the top of my shoulder. I had seen the look in his eyes change. It was not that of passion anymore but that of pure need. I was shy, I let go him and ran. He came chasing behind and held onto my saree and freed from me from it partially. I turned and stood close to the couch. He switched off the lights as he walked closer. He lifted me and lay me on the couch and came on top of me. He let his right arm slid underneath me and held onto my cheek with the other and kissed me passionately.

I was worried for we were in the living room. I couldn't let it go on. I pulled away from his lips.

Geet:"Maan..Koi aajayega…"

He smiled.

Maan:"Sab log so gaye honge…waise bhi hum naye naye shaadi shuda hain…ab tho un logon ko adjust karda padega hamare time ke hisaab se…"

I smiled and shied away. I didn't mean to dampen his spirits but I had to let him know.

Geet:"Sorry maan, you have to work with my body cycles though. I don't think…."

He didn't react. He just continued kissing me. I wondered if he had heard me.

Maan:"Oh! wait a minute…Is there anything I should be doing?"

I smiled. He cared for me and that is all he ever did.

Geet:"Haan…for me…Main aapke saath thoda time spend karna chahti hoon…sirf hum dono…kahin door…"

He got up and I sat myself up and covered myself with the saree. He took something from his pocket and gave it to me. It looked like a bunch of rectangular papers. As he handed it to me, I saw that they were air tickets to some place that I couldn't pronounce.

Maan:"Haan…even I thought so. I wanted to go camping with you, before we go back to NY"

Geet:"Thank you..."

We were leaving two days later and I couldn't wait to be alone with him. We didn't get married as other normal couples did. We were in love and most of the time in pain due to the restrictions from my past. We ended up marrying without so much as a clue 5 days before the marriage. I had so much to say…to discuss. I wanted to sit next to him and cry out all that I had ever felt for him. I wanted him to know what he meant to me from the day I walked into his cabin and he was in his light blue full sleeve shirt.

I had broken wings until then. My past had clipped them for all the time I was around him. Yesterday he gave me a new set of wings to fly and now all I wanted was to break free…

Now that I was flying, my birds eye view changed my perspective on life. Everything seemed smaller and made me feel I could tackle them on my own now.

He lifted me to carry me to our room. He lay me on the bed and I cuddled next him. The comforter was cold, but his bare chest radiated the warmth to lull me into dreamstate in no time. I closed my eyes. I could once again see that I was flying higher. Wait was I really flying? I looked down and saw that I was perched on his back. He had broken wings too, but he had healed and wanted me to heal now.

That is what we were, two birds with broken wings trying to search for our paradise on earth.

Hello people. Sorry for the delay. I hope you like it. Its actually come out as a mix but I think it was a nice first day after marriage post. From embarrassing newly wed stuff, to some heart felt talks to some deep discoveries...and some monologues's to show they are connected at their thoughts as well.

Let me know how you liked. Keep showering me with comments and posts. These are your gifts to me.

Geet:"Thank you."