Laws of love:Season 3 link on index - Page 31

…...2 days later...

geet wandered in the house alone. Dadi ma had gone to Hoshiarpur for few days. Geet had to stay because of maan who was busy in some project. So, now she was all alone in the big house. Meera had called her twice since landing in Norway. But geet still missed her.

Geet walked passed a window which opened to the back lawn. The sight of beautiful flowers greeted her. Geet stopped and smiled at the beautiful scene. At least their last dinner was a big success. She had organised everything beautifully. Though, maan hadn't been able to join them.

It was for the best because so many people had just stopped and kinda gaped at her and when geet had to go alone to wash room(she was worried that may be her saree was torn or something that was why people were staring) the manager of hotel(he had introduced himself)had asked her, that,''i hope ma'm everything is up to your standard.''

geet not really understanding had nodded and hurried inside. The hotel was one of the top three in the country and manager was asking for her opinion? Weird.

Geet shake the mystery of those encounters aside and moved away from window, further down the corridor. She found herself at the door of store room. she went inside and started rummaging through things where she had left them yesterday.

With nothing else to do, this was her new hobby, sorting things in the store room. She had found nothing interesting, just old furniture, curtains, and stuff.

After one hour, geet gave up, nothing interesting was here. Geet pushed the small table aside and started to move toward the door. But her dupatta got stuck in nail protruding from a chair. Geet bent to remove it and accidentally toppled the table to other side which lead to falling of other chair and then, their was loud crunching voice and glass shards fell on geet's face.

Geet who had covered her face with hands, a reflex action, moved her hands slowly away and looked at what was broken. There was a huge wall portrait slightly visible behind a dresser. Geet cautiously moved over the broken glass and tried to move things aside, so she could move the picture outside. After 15 minute, she managed to get it away to a cleaner spot. Holding the portrait with her both hands, geet moved the cloth which still partially covered it.

For a moment there was no thought in geet's mind. What was a portrait of her doing here in the store room? But wait, this wasn't her. Geet had never worn a silk saree. Geet cautiously leaned the portrait against the sofa and examined more closely.

The face looking back at her had same jaw structure, same nose, same shape of eyes but this girl had piercing blue eyes and her hair, they were curly and black, the front hairs were cut in band and straightened while rest were tied in a braid at centre while rest were cascading at her back. Her hair were so long that they nearly touched her knee, as a long strand was visible curled around the saree at front. Geet touched her own straight brown hairs which came till her waist. But the biggest difference were the expressions. They oozed confidence, a look which said that world was at her feet.

Was this her mother? Geet wondered. She had seen her pictures but they were not very clear, taken at some ceremony back in hoshiyar pur . There her mother had looked different, very pregnant and a huge duppata covering her and her face had been devoid of any emotion. But here, she seemed so different.

Geet know nothing about her mother, but she had tried to fill in the gaps, to make a story so that she would know her own mother. She had always imagined her to be a village girl whom his father had seen and they had both fallen in love and the, they got married, most probably against everyone's wishes. They might have ran away. So, that was why nobody liked her mother but this picture showed that her mother was no village girl. Geet touched the face in the picture, who was she? So many questions.

Geet sighed and took the cloth from floor and with one last look started to cover it again and 'aghh',

a broken glass piece had cut her hand.

…...2 hour later...

maan slowly moved away from a sleeping geet. Her hand was bandaged, she had needed 2 stitches but it was going to be okay. Maan slowly slipped from room pausing just long enough to cover geet properly in blanket.

Nakul was waiting for him in the hall with rest of servants.

Maan asked everyone to resume their work and signalled nakul to follow him.

Maan moved toward the store room.he stopped outside the store room, his eyes on the lock. ''I told you to be with geet when she comes to this room.''

nakul,''i was with her yesterday but today, one of the servant fell down the stairs, so I had to take him to hospital. The servant is fine now.''

maan nodded, his face blank, ''next time ask someone else to be with her incase you have to leave.''

he pushed the door and entered, in this room there was no memory, nothing here was his. Everything in here was brought by geet's father for the new house, he had planned to buy next to this one but like his every dream, this had proved to be a just a dream as well. Maan still sometime wondered, how could this happen to such a nice guy, he was his favourite uncle, a man who was quick to laugh, a man who would play with a 5 year old child like they were equal. How many times, he had taken maan to the beach and both had spent whole day building castles. An old pain ripped his heart again at the memory. His sweet, and stupid uncle who saw good in everything.

Maan's gaze fell on her portrait at that moment and everything stood still. The beauty of her pierced him again, hatred left a bitter taste in his mouth. ''angel'' that was what she had appeared to a 5 year old. An angel, he had thought who just suited his uncle. The best candidate to be his aunt. How much uncle yash had laughed at his request, his hazel eyes twinkling, ''so, you want an angel aunty?'' maan had nodded solemnly,''so you can have a happily ever after as well.''

maan had loved happily ever afters, the boys his age wanted to listen to scary stories but maan believed in angels and princess and magical apples and his favourite uncle knew plenty of such stories.

Yash's smile had deepened, the dimple in his cheek becoming more visible.''your wish is my command,'' he had said like a jennie and maan had laughed.

Nakul called,''sir, are you alright.'' maan came out of an old memory, a memory he should have forgotten but he hadn't. Maan turned away from picture and said,''throw away the picture and check this whole room for any other and dispose them as well. Do it before geet awakes and if she ask about this picture, say you don't know.''

nakul nodded and started moving the portrait.

…...

geet woke at the sound of maan's voice. She got up,, trying to open her sleepy eyes. Her eyes fell on her mobile, it was ringing(obviously, geet has set maan's voice as ring tone), geet picked it up wondering where was maan?

It was armaan,''so, are you coming to the party?''

geet tried to remember what he was talking about but failed. ''which party?''

armaan,''yr, the same one which we organized last year, its an annual function remember and this year, we are both invited.''

geet,''hmm, what about your specialization?''

armaan,''I have 3 months, my course will start later in the year. Anyway, I am thinking about getting married before going to England.''

geet,''do you like anyone?''

armaan,''yeah, I am going to sent my parents to her home. Dad said, he will be coming next month.''

geet,''thats great news.''

armaan,''you don't want to know who she is?''

geet suddenly got an idea,'' no, infact, I would like to meet her, why don't you bring her to the party?''

armaan thought for a few seconds and said,''o.k. But party is next month.''

geet,''no, its o.k., I have a surprise for you as well.''

armaan,''what surprise?''

geet,''you will have to wait. Text me the details about party. Now, I have to go. I will talk to you later, bye.''

without listening to what he was saying, geet turned the mobile off. Armaan shook his head in amazement, this girl was like whirlwind.

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