CHAPTER 3
"A wash of Pain and Anger"
Overnight rain had freshened up the garden, and as the sun light sparkled on the water droplets, Geet stood in the lawn enjoying the raw beauty of nature with her angel in her arms.
Similar was the whether the day she came in Amritsar. This city gave her a new life, when she came here she was a defeated girl, with quite a lot of reasons that would prompt her to end her life but one. She would live, and she knew that, if not for the morals instilled in her by her father, she would do it for her baby.
She needed a purpose in life and her daughter became her reason to live.
Life had been unpredictable for her. She had never imagined herself falling in love, she'd never imagined someone would become so important in her life that a day without him would seem like eons, and when eventually all of those beautiful things happened to her . . . she was in love . . . she'd never imagined he would leave her, or that he would say he hates her, or that she'd walk away leaving her life behind, she'd never imagined she would raise a daughter all by herself. But she was proud, proud to be a mother. And she would give up her life for a smile on her angel's face. She would never let anyone desert her, no one would ever leave her scarred, no one would ever hurt her . . . Geet wouldn't let anyone break her heart.
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Walking into a cavernous wood-panelled room, where even the sunlight could not penetrate through, he stopped in front of a wooden cabinet. Opening it, he took out . . .
Just then his cell phone rang and as he saw the caller ID, he abruptly left the room and answered the call.
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Boarding the flight, he was filled with uncertainty at his own actions, should he be going there, he wasn't sure. He was a man in torment, and a burning soul . . . burning in anger mixed with hidden pain which he refused to acknowledge.
But knowing the reason and importance of this trip, was enough for him to overcome the slight tinge of hesitation that he felt while boarding the flight to Amritsar. He had to go there. And so he would.
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Meha curled up into a ball in her mother's arms as she kept bawling.
Geet tried everything on her, but her little naughty cry baby wasn't ready to stop her wailing. Now the only thing that could calm her baby doll was a visit to 'Swarn Mandir' (Golden temple). For some weird and unknown reason, whenever Meha wanted something she had her different and unique way for asking for it. Take for instance, if she wanted chocolate she would say so, but if she wanted ice cream she would not voice it rather she would start pulling her own chubby cheeks and squeal moving her head back and forth "Cream . . . soft . . . cream . . . soft". If she wanted to go play outside, she would clap her hands and twist her legs as she stuttered "P . . . L . . . A . . . Y". And if she did not get what she wanted she would bawl endless until she had it, which at the moment was a trip to the Golden Temple. Although Geet rarely refused her baby anything, but it was Sunday evening and considering the city traffic it was not a good idea to drive through the crowded lanes of hall bazaar.
But it was not like Geet had an option. She knew Meha wouldn't stop crying until she had what she wanted . . . a trip to the golden temple.
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The last wash of sunlight shone through the clouds as Geet stepped into the water, washing her feat so she could enter the holy temple. With her duppatta carefully placed over head she was about to step of the water when Meha started squirming, trying to free herself from the protective embrace of her mother's arms. Geet smiled as she understood what her daughter wanted. Bending a little, Geet placed Meha's tiny legs in the water as a smile played at the little girl's lips. And that smile was enough to make Geet smile.
Lifting Meha in her arms, Geet entered the temple.
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Standing in the shadows of night, he hid behind a pillar 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.
Seeing her after all this time stirred his soul to the very core. Yet despite of the emotional turmoil that seeped through him, he was calm on the exterior. His face was expressionless and his body as stiff as a rock. This was exactly which he did not want should happen. He knew where she was, what she did, he knew every single thing about her but yet he never wished for seeing her.
Then his eyes fell over the little girl who was clapping her hands seeing the fish swim towards the foot of the stairs. And his mind drifted back in time . . .
Sitting on the swing she laughed as he gave the swing a little push and she moved high up in air. Her stomach churned and she felt a tickling sensation in her tummy as he increased the pressure with which he pushed the swing every time it moved backwards.
It was then that . . . THUD . . . She fell onto the ground.
Instinctively he was by her side, lifting her in his arms as she winced in pain.
He seated her in the backseat of her car as she looked at him in pain and anger. Which was more prominent he did not know . . . he hated to see her in pain and he dreaded seeing her angry.
"Sorry baby" He said as he moved closer to her and she moved backwards.
"Don't baby me" She thundered as she pushed him away.
He held her wrists as he leaned over her and before she knew it she was lying over her back onto the car seat with him on top of her.
"Baby, You like it or not . . . Baby, you can never push me away . . . Baby, my sweet baby" he smirked as he breathed at her collarbone.
"You better not call me baby in front our babies" she commanded, firmly.
"WOW . . . we have babies and I did not even know where you are hiding them" he teased as he kissed the tip of her nose.
"I didn't mean it like that" she grumbled.
"Don't you think you move too fast, already started thinking about Kids, Don't you think marriage comes before that" he whispered as he placed a wet kiss on her cheek. She wriggled her wrists as he pinned them harder on her sides onto the seat.
"Speaking of which you have to talk with papa, how long do you want me to wear the ring round my neck as a pendant, I want it on my finger so better talk with dad soon . . . Oh wait, Your changing the topic" She replied, as she squirmed under him.
"Am I" he whispered in her ear as he nibbled at her ear lobe.
She smiled but maintained the firm tone as she said "I am serious Mr Khurana, you better stop babying me once we have babies"
"You are a baby yourself and you want babies" he nuzzled her jaw line as she trembled under him.
"Yes, I want a cute little baby girl" she said as she felt him kiss her neck.
He instantly left her hands as he looked at her rather seriously and voiced "But I want a boy"
"Too bad, I get to decide and I want a girl" She said as she locked her hands behind his neck, pulling him closer.
"You know what" he said as he felt her lips touch his cheek "notionally you should be saying you want a boy who will be exactly like me"
"If you really wish to talk about preoccupied notions, even I can argue you should want a daughter like me" she replied as she chuckled feeling his subtle tickle her cheeks.
"I can't handle one and you expect me to want two, NEVER" He said with finality.
"Then no Kids EVER" She retorted.
"We'll continue this later, I am in mood of tasting you" he smirked as he looked at her luscious lips.
"How can you be so blatant shameless" she replied, as she chuckled knowing there was no answer to her question.
"Whatever it is like and however shameless I am, I'm all yours" he smiled as he rubbed his nose against her.
"Cant tease you on that"
With that said she captured his lips in a kiss.
He was brought back to the present as he heard a baby bawling.
Looking in the direction the he heard the cry from, he saw Geet moving towards the exit as the baby cried.
Meha . . . he whispered to himself.
He lost all earthly sense of perspective and rationality. Forgetting the reason behind his visit to the golden temple he unmindfully followed them.
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Tugging the spread around Meha, Geet got up to draw the curtains when she felt she saw a shadow behind the trees.
Opening the door she walked out into the lawn and to the corner where she felt she was someone.
Unexpectedly she felt two hands cover her eyes as she gasped realising, just whose hands were they.
"Arjun" She said, as she smiled.
He balled his fists angrily as he saw that man whoever he was, touch Geet . . . his Geet. No one . . . simply no one has the right to feel the soft expanse of her skin . . . only he . . . Maan Singh Khurana has that right.
"God, you did it again, you always recognise me" Arjun chuckled as he hugged her.
Something in him burned seeing the despicable sight in front of him. Geet . . . his Geet was hugging another man.
"When did you come back" Geet asked as she smiled softly at him.
She smiled at the man, he hated it. Anger flared up inside him as he gritted his teeth trying to sub side feeling of wanting to knock the hell out that man.
"Like an hour back . . . straight from the airport" Arjun replied.
Geet gave him 'Oops-your-late' look.
"Don't tell me she's asleep" Arjun seemed rueful. He came direct to Geet's house as he was craving to play with Meha.
Geet smiled knowingly.
"No" Arjun grumbled.
"See you in office tomorrow" Geet replied as she pushed Arjun to him car and he left dejected.
Once he was gone, Geet chuckled as she turned to go inside the house oblivious to the fact that her every little move was being watched by two angry eyes.
He didn't care of the hatred he had for her, he gave a damn about everything else . . . She would always be his and no one else. Though they would never be together but she cannot move on . . . EVER.
The feeling that he possessed her, that he owned her was so strong that he felt this ardent urge to stamp his rights yet again.
It was then she saw a huge figure loom out of the shadows and she froze at the sight of those big chocolate brown eyes.
Time stopped for her.
Her eyes reflected the torment in her mind and soul.
All the pain and anguish inside her rose like a tidal wave.
It was then that he . . .
He slammed his lips onto hers in a fit of anger.
Precap: Unwittingly she took in his hand, as he led her to the dance floor. A slow smile spread over her face as they danced to the music.
Challo go on . . . curse me😛 . . . I am sure some of you would also want to kill me . . . but don't come to judgements until you read the next part😳 . . . anyway you guessed it right MAAN KNEW ABOUT MEHA😡😆 . . . those who did not yet hate him what say guys😉
BTW I promise you will see a strong Geet . . .
Edited by 7thHeaven - 14 years ago
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