FF: New York times with Maan&Geet Thread 3 05/03 - Page 58

loved your ff..

it is well written, pls pm me when you add the next part...have sent you a buddy request...
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I was super excited when I saw the thread on the first page...and the page number increased from 72 (which it was at the last time I checked the thread) to page 79.. I thought there must be an update but then when I checked ..it was just loads of comments... which are also almost as interesting as the updates...lol

Hasini I think soon enough you'll have to open a new thread!!

Originally posted by: arabianpaki

I was super excited when I saw the thread on the first page...and the page number increased from 72 (which it was at the last time I checked the thread) to page 79.. I thought there must be an update but then when I checked ..it was just loads of comments... which are also almost as interesting as the updates...lol

Hasini I think soon enough you'll have to open a new thread!!

I'm updating NY times today in the evening. I'm half way through. Check back later...sorry that u were disappointed.

Originally posted by: 6thElement

I'm updating NY times today in the evening. I'm half way through. Check back later...sorry that u were disappointed.

I wasn't disappointed!..In fact I think I learned a little gujarati 😆
and take your time on writing up the update..no hurry!
actually scratch that, take your time....but hurry 😛...pretty please! lol

Originally posted by: 6thElement

I'm updating NY times today in the evening. I'm half way through. Check back later...sorry that u were disappointed.

Part 71: Mayday

<Maan's monologue>

It was the very obvious and renowned silent treatment and leave your husband high and dry route was what she took to now; the age old and proven practice of women from all classes and ages. But little did she know that I sought the higher eastern counter effective measures. HiYah! Mentally moving to land in a Tai-Chi high kick, I parked the car as I watched her seated next to me, completely oblivious to my presence.

Zen was the way to go and so I was seeking nothing less superior than "The Art of War" My strategy was simple. Tire out the enemy of being angry or cold. When they could no longer bear being silent and would seek me out to question my inactions of not consoling/approaching them, they forget they had just given away the biggest clue that they could not go on any longer without the peace talks. I seize the moment and offer just what they want. People always like receiving things they want exactly when they are bordering on desperation. Well I could make an effort to pacify her now, but I knew she was anyways going to go on all stuck up until she really did want to come down. This always did work in mergers and acquisitions, but I was not entirely sure about dealing with her though. Time would tell, I thought. I chuckled at the image that was forming in my head, for, I had envisioned my Gaon ki Geet in a shoalin Kungfu vest attacking me with an oriental sword. She burned with anger at my mock snigger. Uff! The steam she was pumping out.

She had come back to the coupe after a little while and had been cold and caustic ever since. The train journey was the worst given that we were awake the entire time but the flight time eased down a bit as she had dozed off for most while.

Now that we were home, her anger was just plump and ripe to turn me into pickled cucumbers. But the culmination of her theatricals was only to happen after she sets foot inside the apartment; for she still didn't know we had a full house already.

I could not wait to see her jump out of her skin and so I took out my phone to dial up some calls, while I let her take the elevator first.

<Geet's monologue>

Chaddo...Aate hi phone mein lag gaye. There was simply no hope for men who married their gadgets first and wives second. And so I picked up the lightest bag there was leaving the heavy ones for him and took the elevator.

In the entirety, ever since the reveal of his phantom sister, he had not even attempted to breathe towards my side, let alone cajole me into talking to him. Not that I was into power play at the moment, but did he get the part that I was the offended and he was the offender. It almost did seem like he was using some sort of psychic warfare now, for he was acting annoyingly unaffected. The cool head act instead of fueling my anger was firing up my guilt. There was no doubt an onlooker would feel I was overtly exaggerating the situation; was I? I mean the matter about his family lineage, never was discussed with him and neither had he ever denied the presence of a sister...But...

See...exactly...Geet. This was the route he wanted to trick me into thinking and so as to make the matters more cumbersome for him, and less pathetic for me, I was ready to hold ground at where I stood.

The elevator dinged to let me know that I was home at last. Home...I had exactly three days to leave for an across the coast trip and here I was almost a centimeter away from biting his head off. I sighed and wished that he could talk to me more...While I walked from the elevator to the door, I could not help but wonder that as we aged into the relationship, we all had simple wants, but we never could be simple enough though.

As I went along that thought, I picked up the keys to unlock the door but halted midway. It was weird that I could feel movement inside the house. I knew very well Nakul was away, that Maan was still in the garage and Meer's keys were back in the house. It did not make sense and a strange sense of fear gripped me now. Kahin koi chor tho nahin? There had been couple of robberies in the neighborhood in the last couple of months, but I could not believe that I would find myself in that situation. What was to be done? Should I call 911? May be I could get Maan...I turned as my heart raced and made a mad dash to the elevator. But wait, what if the thief ran away before I could get to Maan and we came back together? I tried calling Maan in panic, but it took me a couple of tries to unlock the phone as my fingers trembled violently. My stomach churned and my insides gushed to push something up my throat at the thought of a stranger in my home. I felt weak in my knees as I waited for the elevator to open.

Just as the steel doors, slammed to open sideways, Maan stepped out to see me collapse.

"Geet...Kya hua tumhe?" he yelled to hold me in his arms as he dropped our duffels at once.

"Maan...I think there is someone at home...Mujhe tho chor hi lag raha hain..."

<Maan's monologue>

She was hardly 3 feet from the floor when I had caught her. Dilated pupils and eyes wide in shock, she trembled in my hold. I had forgotten to tell her about the guests at home but I was now glad I didn't. How else could I derive such sadistic pleasure out of seeing my poor wife quiver at her silly hypothesis of a thief in a penthouse suite, during mid-afternoon hours, with a pin protected floor access and 24 hr guard at the entrance?

"Geet..." Her eyes were closing down and so without delay, I rushed to get her inside the house. The keys slipped as I tried to hold onto her and attempted to unlock the door. Quickly supporting her, I bent down to pick up the keys and just as I opened the door...

"Argh..." A sharp pain shot deep into my forehead.

"Maan..." Three female voices called out my name in unison as I heard Geet fall to the floor in a thud over the duffel she had left by the door. It was none other than Daadima with my baseball bat.

Was no one thinking straight today?

"Aap teek tho ho beta?" Daadima hurried to my side, as I rubbed my forehead and attended to an unconscious Geet. If this how strong Miss Sherni was, then rest assured I knew Geet would soon make a mousy return from SF in no less than a week.

"Daadima...aapko kya hogaya hain? Mere aur Geet ke alava aur kaun ho sakta hain?..." I yelled as the sore spot began to grow into a bump. I was sure I looked straight out of a looney tunes cartoon with a red bump to the side and there was little doubt, Geet was going to let the matter go in a hundred years.

"Sorry beta...baahar se darwaza khul ne ki koshish tho ho rahi thi...lekin koi nahin tha bahar...isiliye hum dar gaye the..."

It indeed made sense that we had stirred unnecessary alarm and worry in them. Clearly Geet's and my futile attempts to open the door had driven them to believe someone was trying out keys to break into the place. Ignoring Daadima's statement I tapped her cheek, to bring her back to a conscious state.

But just as I was occupied with lifting Geet, I heard the same sweet voice that had left me some 9 years ago.

"Bhaiya...paani lijiye..." she said. I hesitated to lift my head up to look at her. A thousand questions ran through my mind as I waited the moment I would meet her eyes again. My baby sister was back in my home, the same abode she had vowed never to return. Well technically it was at the mansion, but did it matter, now that she had broken some ego barriers and had come back to me.

Now Bro had changed to Bhaiya...and so should that lead me to believe she was no longer the rebellious Naini who had walked out of the house at the cost of many broken hearts?

I ignored her offer and stepped inside to carry Geet to the bedroom.

<Naini's monologue>

It was as expected. He was careful enough to avoid looking at my face and had moved away as Daadi followed them. There was no amount of preparation that can take away the disappointment when your own brother disregards your presence. I sighed. There was little left for me do about the things that had happened in my past, but all said and done, I still could not come to accept that he had not held me as soon as he had seen me here.

I had dreamt of him coming back to give me one his bear hugs...Unable to make myself to follow the trio, I went back to the guest room I was lodging at. I chose not to make him any more uncomfortable than he already was at the moment. Well, the damages were all done and I had a lot to pay for. Somehow over the years I had come to believe that I had accepted the coldness that had taken root between us ever since the day I had left home. And yet it now ached painfully as I dawned realization that many walls had come to form between us, when physically he really was only one room away.

<Daadima's monologue>

I wondered how much more difficult the brother and sister were going to make it for me. Maan had paid no attention to Naini at the entrance and so I could not understand why he had so tirelessly repeated to have her back home. This had been going on for years and agreed that I had started the cold war myself some eons ago, but this had to stop. My old and perishing soul could definitely use some bonding between the two.

<Maan's monologue>

Laying Geet onto the bed, I gazed to see if she had accompanied Daadima, but she had chosen not to. Well, that was no news to me. If she continued being the same stubborn a&&, then she was forgetting I was her brother...Hmmm it was Bhaiya now...I could not help relish the word inside my head. Oddly, I did seem to prefer her replacement for Bro. Or perhaps, I had forgotten that I had once been fond of everything she had said and done. But times do evolve...And everything had changed so much so that, I could not go on to adore her way of addressing me as Bhaiya without attaching motives and evil overtones to it. So much for giving time to forgive and forget...

To me, it seemed that as time passed it could only stop memories from haunting you often. But it never did teach anything about what you do when the same scars spring back into life and stare at you in midday light.

"Geet beta...aap teek tho hain na?" Daadima asked, jerking me out of the mental numbness I had been in.

Running to get some water from the kitchen, I paced back in time to see Geet awaken to Daadima's incessant attempts to bring her back from her stupor.

"Aap kaise hain Daadima?" She asked as she struggled to get up and hugged Daadima.

"Geet beta...Aap itne kamzor kyon ho? Subah kuch khaye ki nahin?"

"Ji woh...Daadima...Actually...mujhe bhook nahin tha" she hesitated. She had refused to eat anything over the fight since last afternoon and now she was in denial the low sugar was getting to her. Who was she kidding when she had imagined things a few minutes ago?

"Teek hain..koi baath nahin...Hum abhi khana lag va dete hain...aur baaki sab hum baad mein baath kar lenge" Daadima said and instantly left to lay out the table for lunch.

Naini was going to join us, but then I had good enough reason to get away to the living room. I had calls to be made to the PR's and my accountants to set things in order over the article about Geet and about Naini too.

Of course, I had to sort things out with Geet too and so I followed her to the bathroom as she moved out of bed.

"Geet..." I called out to her, which she conveniently ignored.

For now I only wanted her to eat something and so I asked her of the same "Geet...Ab kuch khalo..." She made a face at that and banged the door on my face leaving me guessing if it was only her, who could appear prickly beautiful when she was quite charmingly angry with me. A smile popped up on my face as I left to take a shower in the other bathroom.

<Geet's monologue>

I was now unprepared to meet her. How could Maan have omitted that we were having people at home? I mean it was only his Daadima and his sister...His Sister! My blood boiled every time I tried to make sense of my new in-law who had came into being just one day ago, when she had been around all the while, even before I had come into Maan's life. I simply could not believe he had left her out. Waiting for her at the table was awkward. Well I had fainted at the timely moment, losing much of the reunion scene. But from the looks of the eerie silence that lingered at the table I was now confident there had not been much drama. Knowing Maan, he must have plainly under reacted than what was necessary.

Daadima served me as she called out to Naini. Tense that I was, I got up nervously to receive her. As I turned to face her, I was dumbstruck at the person who was slowly approaching Daadima and me.

"Inse miliye...Naini...Aur Naini beta...humne tho aapko Geet ki photo bejwaye the na?" Daadima's words still couldn't move me out of the haze I was floating in. They were so much alike and she was incredibly beautiful. There was no way to tell that she was going through a hard time had I not caught the dull look in her eyes, for she was ravishing and elegantly dressed given the glum situation. Perhaps, such beauty and vogue ran in the family. True I had never seen Maan ill kempt at terrible times either.

"Aap kaise ho?..." I asked her as I held out a hand to hold her. She had a smile on her face and came close to hug me.

"Main teek hoon...and sorry we never got to meet" She said with an accent. I was a wreck already and my usual talkative self seemed to be unable to overcome the inertia I was in. Silent I was as we sat down for lunch.

"Maan beta aap khane ke liye aa rahe hain na?..." Daadima raised her voice for Maan to join our company. It took some time for my arrogant husband to announce himself in the room.

"Nahin...aap log kaa lijiye main baad main kaa longa.." He said. As he darted to the living room, I noticed his distant tone and the strange quietness he walked in. He was hurting, no doubt and surprisingly I felt he was at a higher level of displeasure than I was in over his unintended acts. An odd grief came over me as I sensed the coldness that ruled the air.

He picked up his laptop and phone and started dialing a number.

"Agar geet ne kuch nahin kayi hain...tho hum jaante hain ki aap bhi kuch nahin kaye honge...kuch tho time pe kaa lijiye?"

Any outsider would be of the impression that Daadima was the only person doing all the talking and that we had all lost our suffocating voices. Maan and I had broken our channels of communication since yesterday and now there was another affected party too...Naini and him. Unsure if my holding onto rigidness would do any good to help the situation, I interrupted.

"Daadima...Main Maan ko khana deti hoon...aap kaa lijiye" At that I removed the plate from the table, served extra and walked to the living room.

<Naini's monologue>

Clearly they had fought. I knew Maan Bhaiya well. At that I couldn't stop the smile that came upon my face, which was greeted by the one on Daadima's too. As Geet left, Daadima whispered to confirm what I had just guessed.

"Lagta hain'dono ke beech main kuch jagda hua hain...Nahin tho Geet itni chup nahi hoti" she said as she amused herself at the sighting in the living room. Geet was following Maan bhaiya like a puppy while he roamed with the laptop. He would take a bite from her and would move on to either go stand by the french doors or to come sit by the couch. Well I had been away for so long that now it was weird to see him with his wife chasing him. Oops...they didn't know I had been watching them, who wouldn't when a couple so full of care for each other moved with such cuteness? It was just moments ago that I had come to realize that they had fought and the next instant, she was willing to give up her anger to feed him? Hmmm there really was something about relationships that I was missing. I smiled as I watched bhaiya pull Geet close to feed a mouthful and she had turned away. He had forcefully opened her mouth and stuffed the roti and subzi.

It had been a long time since I had seen him like this. Growing up had its advantages; how else could I explain the happiness I felt for him when I saw him have a life with Geet...when I had never experienced the same for him the time he had been with Sameera?

<Maan's monologue>

She could not let me down. Not even when she had been furious. I knew I had come across mean not having coaxed her to give up her anger. At the very least, I should have apologized but I could not, for I strongly felt it was not the time and place to do so. I had something in store for her and she deserved up-close and personal time from me for all the silence I had left her in. Something to rightfully make it up to her and now I only did hope it would appease her.

At the moment, I was a man enjoining hot lunch from her delicate fingers. What more could I seek, when cold souls only asked for warm comfort?

It was Mayday for everyone.

Ok...Dont get tricked into thinking I'm updating so regularly...I have no clue if this would continue. But I shall try. Please post comments and feedback. Do press the like button too.

That was nice update

loved the update...............actually i was surprised to c the update................well at the last u gave the shock

Originally posted by: -afsha-

That was nice update

The best part was Geet following Maan to feed food jus lik biggies do wit their small kids hehehehe

Loved their love n care

Nani n Maan's relation is cold sumwhr frm so long gap

Lets c how its finishes or how Geet helps them out

Baapre Sherni got scared of chor that to in the board day lyt hahahaha

I didn expected sumthg lik this frm Geet but she always do unexpeceted thngs only

Hehehehehehe

Now their house is bhara bhara

Lets c wat happens aage

lovely...👏