Maaneet OS: Bombay Dreams Updt Epilogue Pg17 - Page 4

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"Maan?" escaped from her lips at the towering presence beside her, who was possessively holding on to her while looking at the lady in the counter seriously. "Aap, aap Bangalore nahi gaye?"

"Meri biwi ko akele chodke?" he asked looking incredulous. "Main itne main dusht daanav nahi hoon," he said winking at her. He came closer to her ear and whispered huskily, "Hum Bombay ja rahein hain Geet, sirf hum aur tum."

Geet snapped her head towards him in awe, unable to speak anything. "Mujhe pata hai Geet aaj kal main tumhare liye waqt hi nahi de pa raha hoon. Us din jab un logon ne shaadi ke liye bulaye us din main faisla kar diya ki hum Mumbai jaa rahein hain," he said smiling at her. "Mumbai toh hum jaa rahein hain, magar shaadi ke liye nahi, we are going away to spend time with each other," he said kissing her cheeks noisily.

Geet turned beet red in embarrassment and her mouth fell agape at his public display of affection. Words failed her as she stood staring at her husband's sweet shock. She hugged him tightly and hid in his chest while he chuckled at her shying away. The woman over the counter got her boarding pass ready while Maan had already got his. They walked over to the security area before boarding the plane. He held her close and had his arms wound around her waist all the times except when they had to go through security.

Both settled in their seats comfortably and stretched out their legs while their fingers were entwined. Geet looked at her husband, still unable to digest the things that almost seemed like a dream happening in front of her eyes. Sensing her emotion he teased, "Kyun ab bhi yakeen nahi hai, ajao idhar yakeen dilaungi," he said pulling her from her seat and making her fall on him.

"Maan!" Geet yelped at the sudden contact of his hard chest on her face, "aap kar kya rahe ho. Hum plane main hain. Sab log dekhenge," she said looking around.

"Tou dekhne do na," he said pulling her up and adjusting her on his seat. "magar nahi dekhenge. Kyunki yeh full first-class compartment maine mere aur meri biwi ke liye book karwaya."

"Kya? Aapne full compartment?" she asked astonished. "Hey Babaji, why would you spend so much money? Uff Maan," she began ranting only to be stopped when she suddenly felt his lips on her.

He had her comfortably on him and locked his arms around her hips. She looked amazingly beautiful in her light green anarkali chudidar, accentuating her curves in the right place. Her simple make-up and her neatly plaited braid gave her a traditional look and made Maan drool over her. When Maan had seen her stand by the counter he couldn't stop himself from coming to lay his claim on his astoundingly gorgeous wife. He called Adhi and told him to excuse himself so that he would take the things from there. Adhi had conveniently given him the space and Maan rushed to his Geet's side, pulling her into his embrace. These past days he had done a mistake of ignoring her and pushing her out of his life. Anger and ego had blinded his judgment. Her resolve to stay by his side had made him wonder what she was made of. After Naintara's fiasco he completely understood Geet's self-less motives. Of course, he never remembered any bit of his past with his wife but the day he realized her immeasurable love for him and faith in him, he knew it was his last chance to any happiness. He couldn't let her go and decided to give his mind a second chance at realizing his emotions for her. He didn't know whether he would ever regain his memory of her but that didn't mean he couldn't start over. And the best way was to spend time with each other. She knew every detail of him but he knew nothing about her and he wanted to take this chance of knowing her and falling in love with all over again.

He knew Geet wanted to badly go to Mumbai with him yet he wanted to give her a surprise so he kept his mouth shut. It had angered her and hurt her that he didn't ask her to accompany him yet wanting to keep it as a surprise, he refrained himself from giving in to her anger. He did enjoy irking her all the while she expected him to ask. She looked plainly cute when she pouted and became angry with him. He wanted to kiss her cheeks and promise that they were indeed going but that would have given away the awe and love that he saw when he gave her the surprise. Keeping this in the wraps had totally paid off and she was in his arms now, warmly snuggling to him.

When he announced he had bought the whole compartment, she began with her usual rant and the only way he could think of keeping her mum was claiming the lips that talked so much. He captured her pink luscious lips that tasted like sweet cream. The suddenness of the kiss had left her blank of reaction while her lips had parted in shock. He took advantage of it and parted them with a swipe of his tongue. He entered her mouth, tasting the sweet essence and sucking it to satisfy his raging emotions that were erupting throughout his body like a volcano.

The warmth of the sweet entry sent an electric shock throughout her body. Even in her dreams she never imagined this kind of a barging entry. Although the attack was sudden it was pleasurable nonetheless. She let his tongue explore the crevices of her mouth while she closed her eyes and sled her arms around his neck, enjoying the sweet onslaught. She was about to respond when she felt him deepen his kiss, demanding more from her.

He knew she was initially shocked with his kiss but seeing her not respond, he nibbled her bottom lip and bit it slightly before sucking it again causing her to moan his name against his lips. She clutched his scalp bringing her closer to him and responded with equal fervor to his passionate demand. His fingers rummaged through her dress trying to find bare skin and their hot breaths mingled creating fire. He felt her rapidly beating heart against his hardened chest but he didn't know his own heart was ready to explode as she lay close to him. They had to finally break off their kiss gulping for a breath of fresh air.

Geet had her eyes closed while a satisfied played on her now wet and swollen lips portraying her emotion. Maan kissed her forehead; letting his lips linger, longer than needed, absorbing the perfect moment together. She crooned her face in his neck comfortably.

"Geet?" he called out softly, breaking the serene silence.

"Thank you for giving me another chance. I promise I shall not let you down this time," he confessed his voice reflecting genuine regret.

"Yeh kya baat hui Maan. Mujhe bahut yakeen tha ki aap ek din mujhe samjhenge. Humaare pyaar mein vishwaas tha," she replied looking at him, cupping his cheek.

"Magar Geet I don't know if I would be ever able to remember my past with you. Tum phir bhi mere saath dogi?" he hesitated.

"Aapko yaad ho ya na ho, I would never leave your side. Jab maine aapse shaadi ki maine vachan di Maan aur usme ek hai ki main jeevan bhar saath doongi, aapke sukh aur dukh main. Kabhi nahi chodungi aapko," she said looking deeply into his eyes. "Agar aapko na pasand ho toh bhi aapka saath nahi chodungi samjhe aap?" she finished, her eyes reflecting with fake anger.

"Haan ji," he said looking deeply into her eyes. Geet was suddenly reminded of his similar assent when they were in Amritsar and looked away, hiding her tears, wishing her Maan remembered everything, remembered her. He felt her silent sobbing and sat up a little, bringing her up with him. "Kya hua Geet?" he asked concerned.

"Kuch nahi," she blurted wiping away her tears quickly. "I think something went into my eye," she lied. "Vaise Maan aapko pata hai main bahut naraaz hoon," she said scrunching her eyebrows and hoping to change the topic.

"Kyun?" she asked looking incredulously. "Aap pooch rahe ho? Babaji aapne dekha. He does everything and asks why I am angry!"

"Aap mujhe itne tang ki aur tadapaye. Main taras rahi thi ki aap mujhe Mumbai aane ke liye kahein. Magar ek baar bhi nahi," she huffed in anger.

"Keh diya toh meri patni main aisi khushi nahi dekh sakta," he winked. "I had meant it for a surprise."

"Alteast ek hint diya hota," she whined.

"Geet, surprises are meant not to be given away, even through hints," he retorted shaking his head.

"Aap kuch bhi kaho, main naraaz hoon," she said crossing her arms on her chest and looking away.

"Accha? Toh isiliye kuch der pehle you were kissing me so passionately?" he teased causing her to gape.

"Voh, voh," she stuttered, looking down, unable to meet his eyes.

"I mean if this is the way you show your anger I seriously don't mind," he probed further.

She hid her face in her palms, "Maan," she groaned unable to take his teasing.

Maan chuckled and pulled her into a hug before taking her hands away from her face. The first few buttons of his shirt were open, showing the taveez given by Geet. The suddenness of the hug caused Geet to collide with the 'Om' of the taveez and wince in pain a little. "Geet!" he panicked hearing her hiss in pain.

"Haan, I didn't realize the taveez was hanging and I hit my forehead by mistake," she said slightly rubbing her forehead. Maan was about to take it off as it had hurt her but she quickly stopped him. "Maan! Rehne deejiye please."

"If it's going to hurt you I need to take it off. Plus I think Daadima would have put it on me, so its okay," he said once again trying to take it out.

"Nahi," she stressed, "I gave this to you."

"What?" he asked perplexed.

"Haan, this is a very important taveez Maan. I shall tell you the story behind it one day. Magar please don't remove it ever," she said getting emotional. Maan simply nodded, not wanting to upset her.

The captain announced they would be arriving in Mumbai very soon and asked all the passengers to return to their seats and buckle in their belts. Geet went back to sit beside Maan, awaiting eagerly for the days ahead of her.

Maan took her to a huge villa, a little off limits of the city and told her that they would be staying there for the next couple of days. The grandeur of the villa and the serenity of the place instantly made Geet fall in love with the place. She ran into the house and saw they were very close to shore. In fact the backyard of the villa led to the sands of the beach. Maan came from behind and saw her watching the shore and piqued in, "It's our little private beach Geet. Hum yahaan kuch bhi kar sakte hain without anyone disturbing us. Accha laga?"

"Ah ab nahi Geet. Save that thanks Geet for later. Uske liye waqt aur tareeka alag hai," he hinted.

Geet blushed at his comment and shied thinking what he meant by that but little did she know that he was hinting something she would least expect.

The rest of the afternoon was spent in exploring the city. Geet wanted to visit a few tourist places including India Gate and after that she wanted to go to tour the Mumbai bazaar in spite of strong repulsion from Maan, as it would be highly crowded. He finally gave in as she continuously begged and pleaded like a little child in want of her favorite toy.

And as soon as she saw street vendors of vada paav and paani poori, she was unstoppable. She ran excitedly towards it before Maan could stop her and ordered two vada paav and one paani poori.

"Geet, yeh kya pagalpan hai, tum yahaan khaogi?" Maan asked looking disgusted by the open road food stall.

"Maan aapko pata hai roadside vada paav hi Mumbai main bahut tasty hotein hain. I am not going to miss an opportunity to eat them," she said shaking her head.

"Don't be silly, it's really unhygienic. Come on we are leaving," he said pulling her away.

"Maan," she whined before tiptoeing to kiss him on the cheek, "please?" she asked looking innocently with her big hazel eyes.

Maan who was suddenly taken aback by her show of affection started back shock at her before giving in to those beautifully hazel eyes that were pleading him. Her request was very simple and she looked very innocent and cute like a little kid, thus he couldn't refuse. "Ugh Geet, why are you so difficult?"

"Thank you!" she replied and turned to run away to get her share of Mumbai chaats when she was stopped by Maan.

"Yahaan bhi," he said pointing to his other cheek to be kissed. Geet blushed and shook her head in the negative. "Fine no chaat, we are going home," he declared knowing her reaction.

"Nahi," she said before leaning towards him and kissing before surging for her favorite 'chatpata khaana'.

Maan was reluctant when she tried to feed him a few bites of her dish but after insistence he allowed himself to assent to her. He watched her enthusiastically feed her a few bites of vada paav. More than the food he enjoyed his wife hovering over him while he coughed a little due to the extreme spice shots from the food.

They finally managed to finish eating and buy a few things from the bazaar. They reached the villa and it was late in the evening. Maan suggested she change and freshen up a little for they would have a dinner in the balcony overlooking the vast and beautiful seashore. The servants had prepared a sumptuous Indian as well as Italian cuisine and set up everything in the balcony. Maan changed into a simple white shirt along with black formal pants and went to see the preparations for the romantic dinner he was anticipating. He placed a few candles in the middle of the square bamboo table along with a few rose petals scattered around them. The balcony led to the sandy beach where logs were piled up, ready to be lit.

Maan was giving the final touches when he felt a gentle breeze bringing a type of intoxicating scent along with it. He looked up to see the source only to find Geet gently walk towards him in a simple white anarkali bordered with golden lining. Her hair was let loose and make-up at its minimum with khol and lip-gloss. As she walked towards him, it almost looked like she was gliding like an angel. Maan's breath was stuck in his throat at the sight in front of him and he failed to even blink.

Maan didn't realize she had come to stand close to him until she nudged him a little. "You look breathtakingly beautiful," he complimented, still in trance and leaned bring her hand and place a light kiss. Geet smiled coyly at his touch and a slight blush touched her cheeks as she felt his lips on her hand.

They ate in silence, letting the calm silence speak volumes. Occasionally Maan leaned to feed her a few bites off her plate or brush away few crumbs of food off her lips making her hold her breath every time he touched. After they ate Maan asked if she would like to stroll along the shore in the moonlight with him. She was only too happy to oblige to her husband's wish and instantly took off her shoes and jumped into the sandy beach. He joined her before taking off his shoes and folded his pants to prevent sand accumulation.

They walked as the calm breeze hit their faces. There was no sign of any people around and the only witness to them was the pale moon that shone brightly in the sky. Geet was ecstatic with the day's proceedings and words fail to describe the joy she felt. She had never dreamt she would be smiling again after the dreadful accident where her Maan lost his memories of her. It left her shattered and wondered if Babaji would be kind enough to give her Maan back. It seemed he had listened to her prayers and bestowed his blessings on her. Right from the sweet surprise in the morning to this dinner everything seemed very surreal. She felt she was living in a dream and hoped to never wake up if it was so. Even if Maan wouldn't remember their past, she was happy that he had accepted her into his life and didn't mind the lost memories of the past. As long as he was happy, she would willingly let him lead their life in his terms.

They reached the shore near the water. The sand was wet with the oncoming of the waves. Maan slipped his fingers into hers and entwined them while walking looking ahead. He finally felt at peace. The serene atmosphere and the presence of his wife gave him a peculiar sense of security and warmth he felt was missing since the day he came back from the hospital after the mishap. His heart always seemed restless and the reason for it seemed unreachable but today the restlessness seemed history with the company of Geet. Words seemed unnecessary and he let the silence speak for itself as he quietly walked along with her. She looked elegant and suave in her simple anarkali that stuck to her curves in the right places while her long straight black hair complimented her fair skin. Her soft steps urged him to kiss her feet tenderly. He had tried hard to remember his life with her, only to become confused more. He decided to give it a rest and try a different approach. He didn't know whether he would be able to remember anything associated with her but he definitely knew he wanted everything associated with her from now on.

Bringing her to Mumbai was a part of his big surprise that awaited her. Maan saw the satisfaction in her face and decided it was the best time to reveal the bigger surprise.

"Geet," he called her softly coming to a stop. She stopped to see him stand behind her with a forlorn expression. "Aaj main tumse ek bahut zaroori baat poochni hai. Before you come to any conclusion will you please listen fully and then make a decision. I shall not oppose whatever you plan to decide," he said seriously.

Geet, who had been immensely enjoying the day until now felt a little suffocated with his mention of 'important talk'. She feared the worst yet she wanted to give him a chance. It would indeed be overwhelming for any person to accept someone in their life and the events of the past few days were indeed quite shocking. His sudden decision to become a good husband, his surprise to bring her here was something beyond her imagination yet she had accepted it as a gift from Babaji, but now when he mentioned 'important' talk she was a bit taken aback about what he would say. She hesitantly nodded her head, gesturing him to proceed further.

"I have tried my best Geet to remember our past. The moments of my marriage with you," he began making her heart sink but she kept mum. "That memory seems to refuse to surface back. But I don't want the fact that I cannot remember anything about us to hinder our future," he smiled. Geet tried to read his eyes but the darkness of the night prevented her from doing so. "The moment since I have woken up from my accident I have felt restless, as though there has been something missing yet I could never point my finger at it. There were times when I felt so out of place trying to connect the missing pieces that I ended failing miserably and hurting my head. Those times when you hovered over me a sense of tranquility seemed to prevail me but I had it forcefully pushed out fearing the consequences. I didn't understand why everyone favored you. My ego refused to believe I felt calm in your presence and that was the reason I kept pushing you out of my life. But its true that heart wins over the mind. And that's what happened in my case too. When I realized I had miserably failed in judging you, I could stop myself from letting my heart take over my decisions. For the past day or two I have been contemplating on how to say these things to you and the golden opportunity came in the form of my client's marriage. I wanted to talk to you alone; let my heart unburden all the things I have been struggling with. Today when you were in my arms, I felt tranquil and complete. The restlessness I have felt all these days have cleared away like the mist giving way to pure calmness. I don't know if I will ever be able to remember those what seemed like beautiful moments of out marriage but," he paused to bend down on his knee before stretching his hands, "I want to start on a new beginning. I want to create new memories associated with you so that I can cherish it. I want to love you and lead a life with you. I have heard ek pati aur patni ke beech mein saath vachan hotein hain jab vo saath phere lete hain. Mujhe usme ek bhi yaad nahi magar aaj main phirse vachan dohrana chahta hoon. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife, again and marry me?" he finished looking expectantly at the stunned Geet her eyes filled with fresh tears. "Geet?" he asked meekly fearing her rejection.

Geet walked near him and sat down beside him cupping his cheeks and smiling. "Maan jab aapne us din mera kamra me aakar kaha ki aapko aur waqt chahiye, I felt a new sense of hope. I thanked Babaji for allowing you to consider me for a second chance. Hamare pyaar mein bharosa thi mujhe ki ek din aap mujhe zaroor maanenge. But I never expected the day to arrive so soon. It would my honor indeed to have you take me back into your life. I don't regret that you have lost your memory of me. In fact I am ecstatic to have given me the opportunity to relive the best moments of my life. Our marriage was the best thing that could happen to me and if you are asking me to go through it once again, I would more than be happy to do so aur uske baad main mar bhi jaoon mujhe koi taqleef nahi," she replied smiling through her tears.

"Chup! Bikul Chup!" he said sternly before shutting her mouth with his long slender fingers, "Geet, main jeene ke liye baat kar raha hoon, tum marne ka. Main abhi abhi nayi shuruvaad ki baat kar raha hoon, khabardaar tumne marne ki baat ki."

Geet realized her folly and hugged him, sobbing in happiness at the sudden turn of events.

"Vaise Geet, I just proposed to you and you accepted, doesn't that call for something special to seal the deal. You know jaise filmo mein hote hain," he hinted mischievously.

"Kya Maan?" Geet asked innocently.

He came out of her embrace and looked intensely at her lips, "Vahi Geet, sealing,"

"Maan stop talking riddles," she complained.

"My dear buddhu rani," he said jerking her forward before sealing his lips with hers.

***

Geet woke up at the sound of the shower from the bathroom. She tried to rid of sleep, rubbing her eyes when the events of last night came rushing in. She gushed at the memory of their romantic dinner along with a beautiful proposal. Surprises were lined up for her and she couldn't get enough of one before another came along the way. She stretched out and walked towards the balcony only to be greeted by her husband on the way.

"Good morning, Geet," he said walking out of the shower in his trademark skinny jeans and bare chest along with a towel hanging on his broad chest. Droplets of water hung randomly on his hair strands making him look all the more desiring and hot. She inhaled sharply at the sight and bit her bottom lips before looking away. He chuckled at her response and pried towards her while she slowly retreated. He caught her hands before she could escape and jerked her onto his chest, making her fall on his hard chest. "I need a proper good morning kiss," he demanded like a little child wanting candy.

"But'" Geet stammered trying to find a good reason to avoid it. "Maan technically we are not supposed to see each other until we are in the mandap," she reasoned reminding him of their renewing vows.

"Ha!" he laughed amusedly. "That's for others Geet, this is Maan Singh Khurana we are talking about. Rules are set to be broken. Chalo jaldi karo, we need to get going," he urged.

"Maan," she tried to wiggle out only to be pulled harder towards him and encaging her between her arms. He inched his face forward while Geet closed her eyes tightly trying to evade his strong masculine scent that was making her go gaga. Anticipating his lips on her any moment, her breathing became hitched.

"Geet," he breathed, his hot breath fanning her face, "look at me," he ordered looking at her directly. She gently opened her eyes and looked back expectantly at him. He bent low; leveling to her lips but suddenly turned and kissed her cheeks hard. "Since you are very keen on following the rules, I am letting you slip, but tonight, all rules shall be broken," he whispered huskily before removing his arms. She blushed profusely at his declaration before running into the bathroom.

They spent the afternoon lazing around the villa and had a nice lunch prepared by Geet. She prepared his favorite pasta and on the side and while serving last night's dinner flashed in her mind. She wondered how he had ordered her favorite dishes.

"I had meant to ask you yesterday, but how did you manage to order my favorite food?" Geet asked setting the table while he walked wiping his wet hands.

"This is Maan Singh Khurana we are talking about. I have my resources, haan Geet?" he said causing her fall silent of words.

In the evening, Geet came out of the shower to find the room empty. She looked around to find a neatly packaged box lying on the bed. She opened it to find an intricately designed red suite along with a note.

She smiled at his gesture and readied herself in the dress. She was about to finish her dressing and fill her maang when a strong hand stopped her. "Geet, I would like to have the honor of doing it, in the mandap. Mere liye will you please wait?" he asked anxiously. She simply nodded at his simple request and smiled.

They headed out of the villa hand in hand and got into to the car. Maan drove while Geet sat patiently waiting. Throughout the ride he held her hand while she looked out of the window. Their silence spoke volumes, exuberating their anxious wait. Half hour later Maan pulled into a mandir, what seemed like a little out skirts of the city. They parked the car and were about to walk up the steps of the temple when Maan pulled her back and made her stand in front of her. She looked, questions overflowing from her eyes. He slowly pulled up her dupatta and wrapped it carefully around her head. "Ab you look like my bride," he declared before kissing her on her forehead. She looked down, smiling secretly at his loving gesture. They walked up the steps to the mandir to find the priest ready with everything but what caught Geet's attention was the presence of all her family members eagerly smiling at her.

"Geet didi!" Nandini beamed running to hug her sister.

"Aap log?" Geet asked surprised.

"Aapki shaadi ho rahi hai aur hum miss karein. That's not fair!" Nandini teased followed by Dev and Daadima.

Maan sat like a traditional groom, his golden sherwani shining effulgently like the sacred fire in front of him. The pandit chanted the appropriate mantras while the bride entered with her red dupatta neatly covering her glowing face. She came and sat next to Maan while he silently gaped at his beautiful bride. The ceremony brought tears to Geet, as she felt overwhelmed with the care and support Maan had shown.

Flashes of her wedding with Maan reoccurred in her mind while these new memories etched a special place too. Maan took the sindhoor and reverentially applied it on her maang, causing her to revel in bliss at his soothing touch. Next he brought the black beaded chain adorned with tiny diamonds to tie it around her neck, symbolizing his claim on her. Nandini came forward to tie the ends of Geet's cloth with Maan's before the beginning of seven rounds around the fire, symbolizing their union. Geet looked at Maan to see if he could at all connect with this, but he seemed totally oblivious to it but he looked in awe as she got up to go around the sacred fire. After each round Maan silently looked at her as though he was promising each vow he had forgotten and at the time of the last he extended his hand and held Geet's hand while still going around the fire emphasizing his promise to stay with her through her happiness and sorrow. Geet was surprised by his gesture but nevertheless gladly accepted to be held by him as he led the way around the fire.

The newly wed couple came to take blessing from Daadima who stood with tears streaming from her eyes. "Thank you Maan, for considering my request," she said, sniffing back another bout of tears.

"Daadima, its me the one who should be thanking, If not I would have missed something important," he replied genuinely.

With the blessings and other wishes from all the members of the family, everyone began to file out of the mandir.

"Alright bro, I think its time for us to clear out to give you guys your time for second honeymoon," Dev teased making Nandini whack his arm while others giggled at his implication.

"Arre, ruko toh sahi, dekh ke bhi jao na," Maan added winking back at him, shocking Geet and Dev beyond wits.

"Kya?" both shouted simultaneously.

"What? It was a joke," Maan said grinning sheepishly. "Anyway Dev now that you have reminded me, I really think you guys should," he hinted.

"Maan kuch toh sharam keejiye," Geet gushed in embarrassment while everyone chuckled at the little encounter between the husband and wife.

"Main batata hoon sharam kya hai aur sharafat kya hai aaj raat," he whispered dangerously against her ears causing her to bite her bottom lip. "Aap log gaye nahi?" he asked turning towards the group. He then turned back and picked up Geet in one go while she yelped at his sudden act. "Chalo teekhai since you guys are not going, hum ja rahein hai," he winked making everyone snigger at his eagerness to leave while Geet groaned, hiding herself in his chest.

"Maan aren't we suppose to wait until they let us leave?" she asked with uncertainty.

"Geet, shayad tumne nahi suna maine kya kaha, tonight all rules are going to be broken and that includes this one too!" he finished, his baritone voice ringing in her ears.

Maan and Geet walked into the night, anticipating a new beginning a new life that lay ahead of them. Coming to the land of dreams Maan and Geet embarked on a journey of life promising each other's company always. It was a renewed love story marked at the beginning of a new phase of their life.