FF: Maan&Geet: 120, Chandini's Rooftop - CLOSED - Page 25

I love it ! (but have to re read the previous parts once again to related with the update :p) Please update soon :)

Whoz this mystery guy whose suddenly made an appearance from out of d blue?
Does he love Chandni urf Geet or just addicted to her and her out ward beauty and hope to unravel more than just her eyes ??

Maan's condition is worse and its not good at all...given the fact that no access to the doc n all hope the poor guy recovers soon....

And what about the revelations that took place between Maan and Geet? A veil has unconsciously been taken off.........

Lets, see what you've had in store for us!

Good update :)

Take Care,
F

i was losing hope about this but this one update has got me curious
plz update soon

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Part 6: Dream in a dream.

His heart raced a million miles as he ran through the streets of Delhi. The broken shutters and the litter around did not make sense to him as he wondered where everyone had disappeared that strange night. The darkness that shrouded him was grave in many ways and spoke of a forlorn time that was to come. He ran further to spot another soul in that long deserted street. Something was urging him to hurry; a mournful cry in the air that he did not understand pulled him closer. There was nothing but ill omens on his way as he paced and as soon as he turned right at a sharp corner, he came to a dead-end like that of a maze. So he spun around in the opposite direction and bolted. As he jumped around open manholes and burning rubber tires, he came upon an alleyway and spotted a bunch of men staggering to form a circle. Standing still as if a spectacle went on for their view, a few men pointed at something in the middle of what they had encircled.

He ran as an odd certainty gripped him to whisper that his destination had arrived. But his fastest legs couldn't carry him there as the stores and the broken rickshaw moved past him while he continued to lurch forward. Why couldn't he reach the small gathering? The ground beneath him was moving too and a dull light loomed high up in the purplish blue sky right above the same spot. The uncanny call of the heavens sounded only as an eerie death call to him. But whom was it craving to engulf?

He cried in anguish, for his only goal was to reach them. Drenched in sweat and tears of pain, he screamed out her name. A name that brought back memories from the time she had ran around the mansion in her pink frock and cropped hair, the time she had driven a car around the garden and crashed into the fountain, her screams of karaoke late in the nights, the dining table hugs and heavy duty pampering, her devilish tantrums and silly dances by the hallway...

He knew he had no time but he hoped with all his might in his being to reach her.

"Maansi..." He yelled as the men turned to look at him. Chanting her name in a trance was all that he could manage as his breath struggled in and out of his lungs. He fell to the ground a good twenty yards away as his feet gave up on him and yet he could not make himself to give up on her. He crawled and groveled the tar road beneath him and reached her with blood shot eyes. A lifeless body lay upon on the rugged ground with a dozen bullet wounds that had punctured her benign body.

"Maansi..." He grieved as he lifted her to his lap and howled a cry of despair. The moon was a ghoulish grey mourning her loss for him and perpetual misery came to live in his being as he took her up in his arms. His heart was a shrieking shack. His life was being deprived of her...a smoldering hole that would ever remain to tell tales of the innocent blood that was split by sordid men.

When all was lost as those in a bottomless pit, she let out a gasp, leaving him shudder in disbelief. His eyes widened in shock and surprise. His frail heart and a pair of beaten up legs picked up unyielding strength from the sound of her slight breath and sprinted back the same path he had come. May be if he could take her into nursing hands in time...his crazy heart built up on his undying hope for her.

"Tumhe kuch nahi hoga Maansi..." he talked to her all through the way as he darted with her close to his chest. If only such repetitions could appease time and tides to stop and fight avenging death from reaching her. Desperately eyeing for a lighted window or a habituated house, he knocked on all doors that came along his way. He yelled and screamed for someone to come out and save his precious burden. As he called out for help in the marooned streets, he sighted someone far away...all yellow and hazy was the profile, for a constant veil of tears blurred his vision. Dashing towards the only person who now stood in his lengthy and lost path, he could now make out it was a woman whimpering in vanishing tears. She seemed familiar as the image started to clear up in his mind as he ran ahead. He knew her...She extended both her arms towards him as he came forward. But as he approached her, the familiar woman was now sinking as the earth beneath her cracked open and slowly consumed her. She suffered in immortal hell as blue flames came out of the fissures that streaked from the center where she stood.

"Maan..." she called out in a painful voice "Mujhe chod ke math jayiye..."

Her face was covered and her helpless eyes pulled him to her, but Maansi needed to be saved as well. The burning woman's pleading eyes stopped him in his tracks chaining him to the very site he was now at. As time chased him, Maansi grew colder in his arms. He fought inside him a vicious dilemma to save the other woman too..."Geet" he called out to her in distress. While all of his mental and physical strength weaned at the predicament he was stuck in, Maansi jilted at her last breath and so did Geet perish inside the inferno...Could he still choose or was it already lost hope?

As he bore the cross of untimeliness, and burned in his indecision...

Maan woke up with a raging pain by his ribs.

He had lived that dream a thousand times and yet he failed to comprehend how or why he felt he could have saved Maansi. He had not been in Delhi at the time of the gory incident and he never could forgive himself for his absence. Ifs and buts eternally haunted him and perhaps that is how it was when it came to losing a sibling. He was forever, to wage an enduring war for closure and if only that could provide some stable ground to stand upon somewhere.

Everything was acceptable, except today his dream had another dimension...Geet? He quickly opened his eyes as blobs of sweat slid down his forehead. He traced the room to find her seated next to him, tightly clutching his hand in hers, her face worrisome with fright.

"Aap teek tho ho na?" She asked in panic. He nodded weakly as he persisted to grasp all that had lived to survive his dream memory. He dreamt of Geet? He questioned himself once again while the deep-seated pain shot through his body. Trembling at the spreading discomfort, he clasped her hand firmly. As he tried to make sense of all that had happened that morning, a gnawing thought sat in his head. He noticed that Geet's face was covered with her dupatta. Maan knew he had seen her...or did he really? Was that part of his dream too? Did someone knock at the door in the early hours of the day? Fear and terror had dragged him to the bathroom while she had taken a fake shower...he wondered if he had in fact hid behind the door for all the time that had seemed an eternity. He quickly turned his head to spot his gun, which was right at the spot he had left by the table. And so now he was seeing visions of her? He was slipping as his sight grew drowsy and his heavy lids came down upon his dull eyes.

"Tumne..." he spoke in a dazed state as he continued with his eyes closed "Dupatta kyon pehna...hain..." his last words had only been a faint murmur which indeed failed Geet's ears. Upon her continued silence, Maan could not help but assume that he was now hallucinating undoubtedly.

All the while when Geet had paced the length of the room as she waited for Pinky, she had heard Maan call out a name. "Maansi…" he had uttered the name in his sleep a few times and that had been cause for more concern in her. Well, lets just say, she had dreams of her own that haunted her living day to this to date. It took no time for her to commiserate with the agony had been under even in that insensate state. She had wiped his forehead a couple of times and was prepared to sit by him a little longer, when he had spoken the unthinkable that shook the roots of her morbid self. He had mentioned her name..."Geet..." As much as she wanted to believe he was only dreaming, it did not sit well with her that she was intertwined in his unconscious at such depths. She had instantly risen to get away from him that frightening moment. But as she saw Maan move around in throbbing aches, she once again came back to sit by the bed.

Now really this is how fate rewarded her? She asked herself. When she had decided to run away from him, he was intoning her name, and such was the irony she experienced. She chuckled at the vagrant thought as a single teardrop ran down her cheek, all echoing the humor in her life.

nice update...............so maan lost his sis and he blames himself for not protecting herwhen i read thedream i thought it was the vision of future where he wud have to save bw his sis and geet but when i read she is no more i cudnt get the significance of the dream

Originally posted by: preethia

nice update...............so maan lost his sis and he blames himself for not protecting herwhen i read thedream i thought it was the vision of future where he wud have to save bw his sis and geet but when i read she is no more i cudnt get the significance of the dream

Dreams do have a deep meaning its just there n waiting to unfurl....
so are you by any chance trying to say that...Maansi as in Maan's sister is no more and the reason for this is some goons or something this related and hez blaming himself that he couldn't protect and that's the reason he's become an underworld don something to rescue people who need suffering...but he is hiding that in the disguise and suddenly the entry of Geet the one whose caring for him...and given birth to those primal urges to save the woman who means a lot to him....

Is it also meaning that Maansi held a very close place in Maan's heart and now Geet too is carving a special place in his heart unknown to him....??

And yeah its really a miracle you gave 2 updates in a day...but y so sadistic updates....Rooftop I can understand but NY times leaves me baffled....care to elucidate ??

Take Care,
F