Geet could hardly suppress her anxiety on landing at the Airport. She couldn't even wait for the luggage in the baggage claim and ran outside to feel the air of India. It felt like home. Maan watched her every move and he could tell she was excited to be in India. He "almost" smiled at her childishness. Coming out of his sudden trance, he frowned and went to grab her back to the baggage claim so she could show him which one was her luggage and he could get it so that they could finally leave.
He just wanted to get out of the airport since all he could think about was how he woke up when they landed in Dubai for their transit and found her resting her head on his shoulder, drooling like a child. Her hair was disturbing her and he automatically reached for her face and tugged her hair behind her ear so that she could sleep peacefully. She did look like an Angel when she slept. Plus the drool made her look like a child and the fact that he was married to that child, got him back to reality and he instantly jerked her to wake her up and literally shouted at her for spoiling his shirt with her drool.
Geet was annoyed ofcourse. It's not like she knew but then she chose to ignore him, not wanting anybody to ruin her moment of happiness. After years of depression, she was finally happy and looking forward to something. Reaching India was like her life's mission right now and she wouldn't let this douche destroy her last hope for happiness. She wouldn't tell him her real plan until they reached India because she needed him now and she needed shelter. She would at first learn the ways from him and then escape from his evil clutches.
Maan reached out for her hand and pulled her back inside to get their luggage.
"What on Earth do you think you're doing?" Maan hissed.
"What is it to you? Leave me. Let me go and feel the air outside." She told him trying to free the hold he had on her.
"Just shut up and come with me. We need to get the luggage and get going." He barked.
"Okay fine. Let's go and get those stupid luggage." Geet said rolling her eyes, and then dragged herself to the baggage claim area.
Once they got their bags, they headed out and Maan called for a Taxi.
"What? You don't even have your own car?" Geet almost shouted, creating a scene.
"Hey listen, if you have to stay with me sweet-face, then get used to this." Maan replied
Rolling her eyes she sat inside the Taxi. Even thought she had hoped he wasn't that poor, but her hopes were always crushed. Somehow God always did the exact opposite of what she expected from him. Muttering some profanities to herself, she eyed Maan with glowering eyes, almost ready to pounce on him like a tiger. Maan knew she was mad, but he thought it best to get her used to this lifestyle from the start itself, so that she did not get her hopes high and later eat his brains.
The taxi driver turned the radio on and a song started to play. Geet relaxed and closed her eyes listening to the song. Even thought wasn't a fluent Hindi speaker, but she understood the language. Her dad taught her well. And closing her eyes she imagined dancing to the song''''''
Kurbaan hua
Teri tishnagi mein yun
Kurbaan hua
Teri aashiqui mein yun
She was in white and he was in black. He pulled her towards him forcibly and put his hand on her waist, pulling her closer. She was so close to him that air couldn't pass through them. She could feel his breath on her face.
Bekhudi mein bekali mein
Bekasi mein hua
Tujhko har duaa di, aur dagaa bhi
Aur fanaa hua
He slowly moved forward and backward with her. His right hand on her waist and his other hand holding her right hand. They took slow steps. Their face inches apart. She looked at those intense eyes and was lost in them. Suddenly she wasn't standing anymore because he dipped her and she found herself lowered towards the ground, with her head resting on his hand.
Kurbaan huaaa'
Kurbaan hua ha haaannnaaa..
Swaying sideways for a brief moment, he twirled them around together and then stood behind her and pulled her close towards him. Her back, his front. He took her waist with one hand and made movements with their other hands, clasped together.
Ada pe'wafa pe'.jafa pe
Kurbaan huaaa
Kurbaan hua ha haaannnaaa'
He twirled her again, and brought her close to him, this time for a lift. She was suddenly lifted in the air, her legs bended and she rested her head on his shoulder for support. He twirled again and put her down.
Ru-ba-ru hai tu magar
Tanha hai yeh jahaan
Jal uthe meri kufr se
Saanson ka yeh samaan
She turned around to leave, but was pulled back towards him again and he caressed her waist slowly. She felt shivers going down her spine and he brought his face close to her and smelt her skin. They moved around taking very slow steps.
Ooo'
Kya hua
Pal mein jaane kho gaya kyon
Tu mila aur judaa imaan hua yun
Bekhudi mein bekali mein
Bekasi mein hua
Tujhko har duaa di, aur dagaa bhi
Aur fanaa hua
She felt herself going round and round, and suddenly they were moving together around the dark place. She couldn't exactly see where they were and the place was only illuminated with a single spot light just on them. The surroundings did not really matter at that moment.
Kurbaan huaaa'
Kurbaan hua ha haaannnaaa..
Ada pe'wafa pe'.jafa pe
Kurbaan huaaa
Kurbaan hua ha haaannnaaa'
He pulled her close again and lifted her up in his arms. She clutched on to him so that she wouldn't fall. He twirled round and round with her in his arms and when she knew she was safe in his arms, she laid her head back and enjoyed the moment of this sudden ecstasy. He put her down and suddenly disappeared in the dark. She searched for him.
Marne ka sabab
Maangta raha dar-ba-dar
Mitne ko toh dil
Pal mein raazi hua
Poori hui har aarzoo
Har daastaan meri
Ke tum shuru hue jahan
Main khatam hua
He appeared and took her by her waist. He kneeled on the ground and taking her hand, made her go around him and then dipped her very low, supporting her by his hand on her neck and she held onto his shoulder.
Kurbaan huaaa'
Kurbaan hua ha haaannnaaa..
Ada pe'wafa pe'.jafa pe
Kurbaan huaaa
Kurbaan hua ha haaannnaaa'
He took her by her waist, and lifted her up and swirled her around, she had her eyes closed, living every moment of this precious moment. She knew Maan would never let her fall and so she swirled in his arms with all her trust in him.
Wait'Maan? Suddenly the song stopped and so did her weird dream. Maan? Where did this Maan come from in her daydreams? Ok he did look strong and handsome, but it really didn't mean she would allow herserlf to daydream about this man. He was still a stranger to her for God's sake. Husband or no husband. She was not allowed to dream about him. NO MATTER WHAT! It was just ABSURD.
She looked at him, he had his eyes closed too. Maybe he was sleeping since he did not rest throughout their transit in Dubai and later did not even sleep on their journey from Dubai to India. Heck he didn't even rest on their transit in Heathrow Airport in London. Maybe he was some machine. And human's were not allowed to dream about moronic robots.
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pardon my obssessiveness 🤣 but what can one do...i miss those days of GHSP so much so wanted to relive those moments somehow...even though it might just be absurd 🤣 oh well...i hope u all enjoyed it atleast 😳
and here is the most awesome dance sequence in Indian Television...till date nothing can ever compare to the passion and intensity of this moment 😳
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U1EBlcbDNvA&feature=feedu
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