CHAPTER 2
Memories
Closing her eyes she let herself wander down the memory lane.
~~Flash Back~~
Donned in a lavender pink satin churridaar trimmed with lace, she walked inside the hall as she saw people teeming around. The party was in full swing and apparently she was a bit too late and soon she felt all eyes turn to look at her but she was least bothered, by then she had acquired expertise when it came to ignoring undue attention. Being the only daughter of Mr Handa, one the biggest Business man of the country and the best in Delhi, she was used to people gawking at her, be it out of curiosity to see the future MD of Handa Empires or out of her charisma that really did not matter.
Walking towards the couple standing midst the crowd she smiled warmly as she saw them wave at her.
"Happy Marriage Anniversary" Saying so, she handed them the gift she was holding.
"Hey Geet" Meera pounced on her much to Geet's shock. She did not see that coming. She was always Yash's friend and Meera and Geet were never really close friends. Well, there is always a start.
Geet smiled as she returned the hug in equal fervour.
"So glad to see you" a jovial Meera squealed.
"Me too" Geet replied, courtly.
"Hey beautiful aren't surprised by her behaviour" Yash said as he hugged Geet sideways.
"What do you mean by my behaviour, I always behave warmly with her" Meera retorted.
"Oh yeah, I know your warm behaviour, aren't you the same girl who chucked ice cream on Geet's
face" Yash smirked and Geet pinched him. What was he trying to do? Embarrass two ladies at a go.
"Oww" Yash yelped "are you girls obsessed with long cat like nails, you really think keeping long nails is good fashion"
Yash's stupid statement infuriated an already annoyed Meera and as a consequence of commenting over a girls fashion sense, Yash received a smack at his arm.
"What was that for" a baffled Yash asked, rubbing his arm.
"Think twice before commenting about Girl's nails or her dress or anything related to girls" Meera bit out, gritting her teeth as Geet giggled.
"You're going to act possessive about nails" Yash asked, surprised or not so surprised at her reaction. After all girls come with a disclaimer . . . what we do, why we do, how we do, don't you dare mull over it?
"Hell Yes" Meera replied instantly as Yash sulked, what on earth attracted him to her, he couldn't still figure out.
"You need to get your brain cells checked" Yash said, with sarcasm evident in his tone as well as body language.
"At least I have a brain, you are absolutely mindless" Meera retorted.
"What do you mean" Yash came forward as he leaned over her angrily.
"Stop it you too, always fighting . . . don't you get bored of it" a baritone voice called out from somewhere behind Geet and just as she turned . . .
It was like a proper bollywood movie.
Light music filled the night air as a gentle gust of wind swept her duppatta off her chest as it landed right onto his face. A kid whizzed past Geet and with a tiny push she lost her balance and tripped over her heels. Closing her eyes she awaited the inevitable . . . and prepared herself for a fall but instead she felt herself dangling in midair as two strong arms encircled her petite form . . . she was . . . in a man's embrace.
Still in trans, she lifted her hand as tugged at the Duppatta thereby causing it to slowly, very-very slowly slide down his face, revealing it inch by inch and the first thing she saw was his big chocolate brown eyes . . . dark . . . deep . . . to put it simply . . . they were enchanting.
~~Present~~
She was brought out of her reverie with a clap of thunder. The windows shook by a tremendous
crash of thunder as drops of rain ran down the window pane.
Rain . . . it was a symbol of destruction as well as creation . . . while it gives life to earth, too much or too less of it can cause devastation of life. It brings joy but at the same time it can bring sorrows. For her it embarked all the important events of her life, it rained when he first said I love you, it rained when he claimed to hate her, it rained when they first kissed, it rained when he pushed her away, it rained when he was there, it rained when he was gone. But above all, it rained the day when her angel came in her life . . . Meha.
The day she left everything behind, the day she left her life behind her never to look back, the day only emptiness remained in her life was the same day her angle came to her giving a purpose to her otherwise trifling life. On one hand everything that was once hers was snatched away at the brutal hands of what is called Destiny, on the other hand it led her to her angel.
Meha . . . Rain . . . it rained the day her baby doll came into her life. She showered her with all that was snatched from her . . . unconditional love. Whenever Geet craved to be in his embrace, her angel's little touch soothed her. Whenever Geet's eyes longed to see her reflection in his chocolate brown eyes, the spark in her baby doll's eyes gave her a sense of peace. Whenever the memories of the day she decided to leave everything behind clouded her mind, just a smile on her angel's face made her forget every pain.
She was the best thing that has ever happened to her.
Just thinking about her angel brought a smile on her face and hearing her voice only widened it.
"Momma . . . Meha . . . chocolate" stuttered her little angel.
Her light in the dark, her happiness midst the pool of tears, her baby doll, she was yet again pouting for chocolate in the mid of the might. It is rightly said, you should not spoil a child by giving her all the affection it wants. But Geet showered all her love and care over her little baby angel, pampering her in every sense of the word. If her darling daughter wanted chocolate in the most inappropriate hours, she will have it.
Lifting, Meha, in her arms, Geet made her way to the kitchen as her little angel nibbled her cheek.
Opening the little pooh bear shaped container, Geet took a chocolate as Meha squirmed in her arms trying to reach the chocolate. Smiling at her baby doll, Geet made Meha sit on the slab while she went to get a bowl and knife. Geet peeled the chocolate as she cut it into tiny pieces for her doll to eat. Taking a piece between her fingers she lifted it to Meha's mouth as Meha gave one of those smiles which only made Geet to adore her little and her cute gestures. Opening her mouth for Geet to feed her, Meha ate Geet's finger instead as Geet flinched feeling her daughter's sharp milk teeth cut through her skin.
Meha was one chew baby. She loved to chew, be it toys, food, or even her momma for the matter, everything went into her mouth.
"Baby you want to eat momma or chocolate, choose one" Geet said as she faked anger to which Meha gurgled.
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Water
He stood with his hands crossed over his chest as he stared at the placid waters in front of him.
Holding him from behind she smiled as she whispered "Missing me, I am sure you were"
"No I was not, I can never miss you" He replied as held her hands and pulled her in front of him.
She pouted her lips as she looked at him annoyed.
She scrunched her nose as she turned her face away from him, making him smile.
Grinning, he held shoulders as he forced her to face him.
She was sulking evidently.
He chuckled as he rubbed his nose against hers and whispered "you're always on my mind, your name is carved in my heart, your being fills my soul, when you're always with me how I can miss you"
"Will you stop being so dramatic" Geet said as he smiled. She had given up on his flirtatious cheesy lines long time back.
He smiled as he locked his hands around her waist.
Sliding her hands behind his back, she rested her head at his chest as he held her in close
embrace.
Kissing her hair he tightened his grip around her as she clung to him.
Together . . . they let the simple feeling of completeness seep in and fill their hearts with happiness.
Fire
Lighting her house on fire, he watched the last of her belongings turn into ash.
Looking at the strong wind fanning the fire, he turned on his heels as he heard people rushing with buckets of water to douse the flames.
He saw her sink into the ground as he stared at her expressionless.
He watched her lift her petite form as she wiped her tears and he walked away from her burning house.
He stood there like a rock, motionless, not even blinking his eyes once.
He saw her trip over a stone and stumble as she fell onto the ground.
Getting in his car he turned on the ignition as he saw her collect herself again and just as she disappeared into the darkness he left from there.
"GEET" he roared her name in his sleep as he woke up with a jolt.
He remembered seeing her breakdown. He remembered seeing her hurt. He remembered seeing her retreating figure. He remembered seeing her for the last time.
Closing his eyes he lay on the bed as he tried to sleep. But seemingly, sleep was playing hide and seek with him. He slept in snatches through the night.
The morning light entered his room, embarking the onset of a new day, as he drew the curtains . . . Darkness . . . he preferred it Dark. Practicing his morning routine . . . tai chi, he exerted himself beyond the tolerance of his body. Pain . . . he loved it.
As he cut through the ice with one shark thump of his palm he felt blood ooze out of his hand. Seeing the deep red liquid drops on the ground, he closed his eyes as his mind drifted back into a virtual world.
"What were you thinking" She yelled as she cleaned his bleeding arm.
Holding his arm she applied the antiseptic as she chided him "Who the hell do consider yourself to be, some superhero ready to help anyone and everyone"
"Nope" he said, as he held her hand that was dressing his wound.
"You always over react about things or is it me who get's this special treatment" He teased.
"Are you making fun of me" She asked as she squired free from his grip and turned her face. Tears streamed down her face as grumbled "Is it required getting involved everyone's matter personally, you could have simply called the police"
"And let the poor boy be beaten up by goons" He completed her already complete statement.
"I didn't say so" She snapped as she pulled her hand out of his grip as took a tentative step backwards.
"Geet Look at me I am all fit and fine" He said as he moved in front of her.
"Stop endangering your life Mr Khurana, you no longer have any right on yourself. This life of yours belongs to me and you better handle it with care" She commanded.
"Yes Ma'am, any more instructions" he said as he tried to pull her into his embrace but she ducked out of it.
"I am not in mood joking" She stated, firmly.
"Geet it is just a minor cut, stop making a big deal out of it" He said rather irritated at her childlike behaviour.
"Now, I am creating fuss, fine I will take my leave then" she said as she turned on her heels as
walked towards the door.
"Baby, please" He blocked her path as he moved in front of her. Upon no reaction from her, he kept a hand over his heart as he said "Ok I promise I will be careful next time"
"You don't care about me" Geet said as she pouted her lips.
"If I won't care about you who else will I care about . . . you're my heart and soul" He replied as he pulled her by the hand making her crash onto his chest.
"Stop the cheesy lines of yours, won't work this time around" She said as she let her hands slip behind him.
"oh yeah, so . . ." he took a step ahead as he encircled his arms round her waist and pulling her closer he huskily whispered as he gently pecked at her lips "will this work"
She smiled as she hugged him and as he tightened his hold around her . . .
She disappeared.
Precap: Standing in the shadows of night, he hid behind a tree as he stared at the heavenly sight in front of him, seeing her smile which till a moment ago was nothing but a hidden desire that he had pushed to the back of his mind. All the feelings which he had buried in a dark corner within his heart resurfaced seeing her after one year, ten months and ten days.
SO LIKE i had said . . . this part isnt sad . . . i hope the bollywood style wasnt too much . . . BTW i modified the last precap somewhat hope u guys dont mind😉
BTW if u didnt guess already Meha means Rain.
PM's Later after i update The Bride😃
PEOPLE . . . who all hate Maan Now . . .😆 Let me see how long can you resist hating him . . .😈 . . . yeah u got that right i am gonna make him do things in the present which will definetely irk u all😈 . . . He is not a saint😆 and anyone knows another name for Rain . . . i was too lazy to google to i choose the name i knew of . . . if someone can suggest me better ones please help😃 or if Meha is OK let me know😳
BTW . . . things are not LIKE they appear😉
Edited by 7thHeaven - 14 years ago
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