Precious Love MG FF Part 11 PG 58 20/06/2011 - Page 12

This is a very different FF from the other one…I was expecting something more fun and young…and here you spring a very serious and mature story…so far I am loving what I have read…Hope you do not believe in tragic endings- so that both Maan and Geet are safe….Do update soon…

Past

He was sitting in his room watching a documentary on TV when Anwesha screeched "Ew... how can you watch that"

"Like you can watch that vampire-human nonsensical stuff" he snapped

"What you are watching is a torture to the poor eyes" Anwesha retorted back.

"And what you watch is a torture to the brain... illogical" he scorned.

Anwesha would have argued had it been any other normal day but it wasn't just any other day. She wanted her brother to come to her school function. So she controlled herself from answering back and said rather calmly "bro... I was wondering... you know, now that you are free and you don't really have anything to do, your SATS are clear, everything is done f--

"Cut the stack and tell me why you here" he cut her.

"Bro... you're coming to function right" Annie asked.

"No ways . . . I and your school function . . . spare me the torture" he replied still watching TV.

"bro. . . Even dadi is not coming, at least you come please." Annie tried.

"Annie please don't force me . . . you know how much I hate such functions" he replied switching off the TV.

"Yeah. . . I know very well and I also know that you hate me as well . . . fine don't come" Annie grumbled.

"Annie come on, don't act childlike" he frowned.

"Ok. . . I will be there . . . happy" he agreed.

"You promise" Annie smiled.

"I promise" he replied.

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Geet smiled as she bit her lip in nervousness and excitement. Her first ever musical, although she had been participating in singing functions ever since she was three years old but this was different. It was the first time she would be singing in a full fledge musical concert cum skit. It was a musical drama organised by her school and choreographed by the Mrs Nandini Malhotra, one of the prominent theatre personalities of Mumbai.

Geet jumped out of fear when suddenly someone kept a hand on her shoulder "Meera you almost killed me"

"Cut the dramatics Geet" Meera frowned.

Anwesha came from behind "geez Geet . . . you are not wearing that for the function"

"Hell no" Geet replied, surprised that Anwesha actually thought Geet would wear sweats for the function.

"I'll change" Geet assured.

"Thank god" Anwesha exclaimed.

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As he entered the hall, he felt a strange calmness that he'd never experienced. He took his seat in second row and waited for the function to commence.

Anwesha and Meera peeped through the curtains, they felt hell scared. All the confidence took a back seat as they saw the number of people sitting in the audience.

He waved at Anwesha as she gave him a huge smile and turned to Meera "he is my eldest brother, Maan bro... the guy sitting on the third second row"

"Handsome na" Annie smirked

"Indeed" Meera replied as she smiled "I wonder if he really is your brother, I mean there's you, you know, average looks and there's him drop dead gorgeous look"

Anwesha stuck out her tongue at Meera.

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The lights went off as the curtain was raised and soft music started filling the air of the auditorium. Four girls wearing a lehgha stood forming a line one after the other. As the music played, they swayed with its flow and one by one swirled to their sides as a fifth girl who was standing behind them came forward with a mike in her hands. Pink and blue lights focussed on her as she stood in the centre of the stage.

Maan couldn't take his eyes off her angelic beauty. She looked mesmerising in her white anarkali suit. Her long black hair fell over her shoulders as the curls teased her cheeks. Her long eye lashes, rosy cheeks and doe like beautiful eyes'she looked like an angel descended from heaven.

She closed her eyes as the melody escaped her throat.

Yeh Honsla Kaise Jhuke

Yeh Arzoo Kaise Ruke

She curled her fingers as she moved her hand elegantly in air, with every word that left her lips, every movement of her hand spelled grace.

Yeh Honsla Kaise Ruke

Yeh Arzoo Kaise Ruke

She sang with typical panache and such immense feel that it touched the strings of the hearts of one and all present in the hall. Maan was enthralled in her song, in the melody of her voice, in the graceful beauty with which she sang.

Manzil Mushkil Toh Kya

Bundla Sahil Toh Kya

Tanha Yeh Dil Toh Kya

Hoooo

Maan sat there not once averting his gaze from 'Mishti'.

She stood there in the heart of the stage as three girls exited the stage whilst dancing and one girl kept twirling on her foot. Mishti moved to the front right corner of the stage as the spot light moved with her.

Raah Pe Kante Bikhre Agar

Uspe Toh Phir Bhi Chalna Hi Hai

Another spot light focused on the girl who was twirling around in the left corner of the stage as Mishti stood singing in darkness. A guy, dressed in Indian kurti entered the stage as the girl fell onto the ground right before his legs. He lifted her up holding her by the shoulder.

Shaam Chupale Suraj Magar

Raat Ko Toh Ek Din Dhalna Hi Hai

Mishti sang as she looked at the dancing couple. The boy lifted the girl in air holding her waist as they swayed with the flow of music. The girl slid her arms around the boy's neck as he looked at her and put her down on her feet. He moved behind her as he held her hand and swayed along with her like waves of the ocean.

Rut Ye Tal Jayegi

Himmat Rang Layegi

Subha Phir Aayegi

Hoooo

The spot light on the dancing couple faded as Mishti once again moved to the centre of the stage. There was something in her eyes that held him captive. He didn't know what it was but he was under its spell. Each word that escaped her lips seemed to hold a strange yet intense meaning to it, like they became all the more meaningful coming from her.

Yeh Honsla Kaise Jhuke

Yeh Arzoo Kaise Ruke

Maan could feel the emotions as she sang with all heart. Her face, her closed eyes, her every gesture from her expressions to her hand movements, all of them reflected hope, faith, confidence, like it was coming right from her soul.

Yeh Honsla Kaise Jhuke

Yeh Arzoo Kaise Ruke

She sang with such conviction that he didn't know could ever exist in anyone's voice. He'd given her just the apt name "Mishti", not only was she a sweet girl her voice was equally melodious.

Hogi Hame Rehmat Ada

Dhup Kategi Saaye Tale

Apni Khuda Se Hai Ye Dua

Manzil Laga Le Humko Gale

As she continued singing a small, hardily noticeable smile traced her lips'smile wrapped in fortitude. He looked at those eyes; they held a bunch of emotions. He could clearly make out the determination in her voice; she had a pleasant aura about her that he couldn't ignore.

Yeh Honsla Kaise Jhuke

Yeh Arzoo Kaise Ruke

Yeh Honsla Kaise Jhuke

Yeh Arzoo Kaise Ruke

As she concluded the song, he couldn't help but admire her.

Everyone among the audience gave her a round of applause as she bowed gracefully and left the stage.

The function continued but all he could think about was her song, her eyes, her smile'Mishti.

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Once the function was over he rushed to the backstage only to be stopped by Anwesha as she held his hand and raised an eye brow "searching for me"

"Uh . . . yes" Maan replied as he half-heartedly left with Anwesha.
"So bro . . . how was it" Annie inquired.

"Good" Maan replied rather coldly.

"Just good" Annie frowned at her brother's reply.

"Yes . . . it was nice just a bit dull after the first performance" Maan replied frankly.

"I knew it . . . she is the best" Annie smiled.

"You know her" Maan asked suddenly interested in the conversation

"Of course I know her, my best friend" Annie replied as she was amused how she can not know Geet but then she never mentioned Geet to her brother.

"Oh! So that is Meera" Maan asked.

"No Meera was the girl who was the lead in the skit" Annie replied.

"So Meera is not your best friend" Maan inquired.

"She is, I have two best friends" Annie answered.

"Since when" Maan was sort of surprised by this, though he had been pre-occupied with his studies, he hadn't failed to keep a track on his sister. Just like typical elder brother. He knew about all friends though he hadn't met most of them in person.

"Since three months . . . when she shifted to Mumbai from . . . uh . . . what place . . . some place in Meghalaya" Annie replied.

"Leave the place, what's her name" Maan was least interested in the place she lived previously, why would he want to know about the place. He just needed to her name not her whereabouts.

"Why do you want to know" Annie was kind taken aback by her brother's sudden interest in her friend. She knew that he kept an eye on her but he never really bothered to ask about her friends from her.

"Because being your elder brother I have to keep track of your acquaintances" Maan replied trying to cover up his impatience at wanting to know her name.

"so basically, you want to spy on me" Annie played along, she knew her brother was not telling her the truth though she did not torture her brain cells by trying to figure out made her brother so curious to know a girl's name. Not that, she would be able to guess, she'd always thought of her brother as an enigma. What he did, why he did, when he did. She had no idea about it.

"To put it simple, yes . . . just that you are aware I will be spying on you" Maan replied.

"well then if that is the case . . . I hope you enjoy disappointment as I am not going to tell you who she is, like I am not going to tell you I have a date tomorrow" Annie smirked as he emphasised on the word date.

"Did you say DATE" Maan was suddenly alarmed at her words. She was fourteen, wait a second, not yet fourteen even, there was still a month before her birthday. She was not going on any damn date; he'd make sure of that.

"Yep . . . . D. A. T. E . . . date" Annie said with a sluggish smile.

"With whom" Maan said as she gritted his teeth and tried hard to control his temper.

"You think I'll tell you" Annie smirked.

"You're not going on any damn date forget about with whom" Maan said with finality.

"Why so" Annie replied though she knew the reason all too well.

"Because I forbid . . . I forbid you" Maan replied but he wasn't shouting yet.

That had Annie on her edge, how can he forbid her. Though she wasn't serious about the date, she said it to irritate him but now that he openly tried to restrict her freedom she really wished she had a date "you forbid me . . . did I get that right if yes then let me tell you once and for all . . . I am going on a date tomorrow you like it or not, btw if it helps I am going on a date with your x-class mate Arjun"

It was then that Maan yelled "WHAT"

"Why are you yelling . . . I am not deaf" Annie snapped.

"You are not going out with that jerk" Maan barked.

When tried to speak Maan silenced by raising his hand as he said "don't you open that mouth of yours . . . anyone but Arjun"

"didn't you forbid from dating in general just moments ago and now you don't have a problem with me dating but you have a problem with me going out on a date with Arjun" Annie had got the desired reaction, she knew the mention of Arjun's name alone could make his blood boil.

"Oh . . . yes I forgot, No dating business at all" Maan replied rather calmly.

"bro you look far better without a frown and just that you know I was kidding about the date thing . . . I was just thinking about having a girls day out . . . me, Meera and that girl . . . you know like celebration types . . . so uh. . . can I take them to the farm house in lonavala" Annie said as she smiled.

"Just the three of you" Maan inquired.

"Yep"

"Only if you tell me her name" Maan replied

"Her name is . . . wait . . . do I smell something fishy . . . why are you so desperate about her name" Annie raised her brows.

Maan shot her a glare.

"ok . . . ok . . . batati hum bhai . . . itne gusse se tho mat dekho . . . baccha daar jaye ga . . . it's . . . she'll come home tomorrow anyway, ask for yourself" saying that Annie ran as Maan followed her.

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Geet smiled as she outstretched her arms and twirled around.

She was on cloud nice; her performance not only went well but was also appreciated by everyone. She sat with her back against the rock as she touched her pendent. She looked at it as she smiled but even then she could not stop that one tear from escaping her eye. She missed her father; she missed him more than ever.

She unhooked her pendant from around her neck as she caressed it with her fingers "Daddy . . . you know what I rocked it, every one praised my singing. Aapko pata hai, when I saw those people sitting in the audience. . . meri baj gayi thi . . . I was so scared, but then . . . like you used to say . . . whenever one gets scared, one should think what is more important, the fear of failing or losing your chance to succeed because of fearing it . . . and when I was on that stage I realised I would rather try and may be fail but not without trying, and look I passed that too with flying colours. You know, this function held a great importance in my career, it could be the stepping stone you see, and there were so many prominent singers. And the best part was they liked my singing. I am so happy today"

She stopped all of a sudden as she felt the burning sensation in her eyes "but daddy there is no one I can share my feelings with. I know mom's there, there's also Annie and Meera but daddy no one is you. No one can ever understand me the way you did. Mom did not even come to the function. Daddy, you always taught me to stand for your rights then why is mom so apprehensive, yes, she wants me to go forward with my dream, your dream but why is she hiding it from darji, sometimes her doing so makes me feel what I am doing is wrong, that I am being selfish though she tells me otherwise"

"things were so perfect with you around, please come back . . . I miss you so much . . . so much" She brought her hand towards her face as she kissed the pendant "daddy I feel so alone . . . so weak . . . I need you . . . miss you dada"

And then, she sat there in silence as tears rolled down her cheeks.

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Present

Luckily for the Khurans', Maan was among the five passengers who had been rescued alive but not all things were in favour of them as Maan was battling for his life. Maan had second degree burns and they weren't serious but due the impact of the strike he'd hit his head with something hard, probably the hard metal surface of the air plane and he'd also injured his spine. Although he hadn't lost much blood, neither could his head injury prove fatal but the injury in his spine was what exacerbated his condition as his nervous system had been badly affected.

The doctors had asked the family not to lose hope but they'd also asked to be prepared for the worse.

The last thing that could be done was pray and hope for the best.

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i hope you guys liked this part . . . i struggled at lot at discribing her song and in the end, it sucks but trust me i tried😳 . . . ok so over to you guys 😳. . . please comment😳

and BTW this part is longer than the previous updates though not as long as BSLS but BSLS is far easier to write as compared to this so it always will get a longer update than this one😆. . . guess that should satisfy😛😉

BTW geet is still drowning🤣 i am not in any mood to increase the pace of the present part so yeah she will continue to drown for another 5-6 part may be and maan will continue to battle for his dear life😈

PS: i believe in happy ending . . .😃 but some pain wont hurt😈

Originally posted by: -afsha-

Nice update

Liked the part

Annie n Maan's relation was really cute

Geet was in pain at that tym alsoits all connected rather tangled😆

Phew Maan is safe i hop no more of bad news all i can say is there will defo be some other bad news as well but bottom line i wont kill anyone😆

Waiting for 2nd meet