[MG FF]- Surrender...Author's note page 49 - Page 7

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Chapter 7 Love confusions

Daadi still didn't know her name so she tried to find out more about the cute little girl she had brought home along with her. But she had no idea how to do it. The girl had worn the new dress Daadi had specially brought for her from her own textiles and was looking extremely beautiful in it. It was a long red kurta with 3/4 sleeves and a black pyjama to go with it (guessed it right! it was of Maan's designer collection Smriti). When she came down wearing the new kurti the next morning, all Daadi could do was stare at her. Her simplicity was mesmerizing and the beauty was illuminating. She had accesorised herself with very simple stuff yet managed to look very beautiful. She hopped down the stairs of the mansion and happily came to sit beside Daadi and helped herself to a cup of tea. Daadi smiled at her innocence and asked 'aur kuch chahiye bete?'

'Nahi Daadi...kuch nahi chahiye' replied the girl, sipping her tea with a cookie in her other hand.

'To bete, aap batayiye aapka naam kya hai'

'Mujhe to yaad nahi hai Daadi par woh nurse kehrahiti ki mera naam Geet hai'

'Geet, bohot pyaara naam hai, agar hum aapko us naam se bulaye to aapko koi aitraaz nahi hai na?'

'Nahi Daadi, mujhe woh naam achcha laga' smiled the girl

'Toh phir theek hai, aaj se hum aapko Geet bulayenge' said Daadi

'Okie...' replied the girl in her oh-so-cute voice which made Daadi smile.

Here, Annie was burning with jealousy. She just hated her collection being given to this random girl and her Daadi, who always woke her up in the morning, didn't turn up once today! And here she was, sitting and enjoying her morning tea with this stupid girl. Now, this girl had become more important to her than her own granddaughter. Arrgh! Annie stamped her foot and stormed out of the verandah and went into her bedroom, slamming the door on the way.

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It was as though the whole park was staring at this young man who was jogging, flexing his muscles, making himself more and more evident with each stride he took. The people in the park had stopped exercising as they were busy watching Maan jogging. He was wearing black track pants and a white and gray sleeveless gym vest and was looking extremely hot. The girls were gazing open mouthed at him while some of the boys banged into each other while they were staring at him and simultaneously trying to get on with their exercises. The breath had stopped for all of them but one who was oblivious to everything happening around because of him as he continued to jog around the track, clutching a sports water bottle in his hand, sweating profusely.

His mind was thinking millions of things as he continued to exercise. It was making him feel very uneasy as he himself didn't know what he was going through. It confused him a lot. His Daadi often told that the one who was made for them came to them no matter what and when they actually come into life then your heart tugs so strongly to tell you that you have found the one who has every right on you and your life: your perfect soulmate. It was true that Maan felt a tug when he saw the girl in the dargah but how could he believe that she was the one who was made for him? What if she was dead opposite to what he was? What if she didn't respond to the thoughts his life was truly based on? What if she didn't consider what he thought to be important in his life important to her as well? What if she didn't understand the real him? What if she couldn't differentiate between the actual Maan and the Maan the world knew? Then why did his heart respond like that in the dargah? If she wasn't made for him then he wouldn't have felt like this. There were hundreds of girls around him yet he never felt that strange sensation for anyone of them, no matter how beautiful they were. No wait! There was another girl whom he accidentally knocked out. The one who was in his home at that moment. He had felt the same restlessness the night he had caused her the accident. The night he had carried her to the hospital in his arms. Did that mean that there were two women for whom his heart tugged? No way! How could that happen? He wasn't that kind of a guy who would play around with girls just to find out if they were like him or not. Then how can there be 2 girls for whom his heart tugged for? No wait! His heart felt a tug only in the dargah. That was so damn powerful that it made him go to that place which was actually at a distance from where he was sitting. The restlessness he felt in the hospital might be because of the fear of what might have happened to the girl who was admitted there, wounded so grieviously. But she was beautiful. Oh shut up! Maan! You are the one who keeps chanting about not to fall for external beauty and now you are behaving like a moron. He shook his head in disgust, causing sweat droplets to fall from his hair and continued to jog, thinking that there was probably only one girl who had knocked the hell out of him. He slowly took out her payal, which he had the habit of carrying everywhere right from the day he had got it, from his track pants' pocket and stared at it. Yes! She is probably the one, who might be like him, otherwise that feeling wouldn't have aroused in him at all. But he still was unsure of what the feeling he garnered for her was actually was and that would definitely take some time to figure it out. Maan forget about the girl you admitted to the hospital. It was because of humanity. Concentrate on finding about the one to whom this payal belongs...he thought and sat down on his knees to tighten up his shoe lace before leaving the park after his morning jogging session, making all the eyes widen, again. The people in the park sat down feeling depressed rather than exhausted as Maan had gone out of the park, taking the aura with him :P

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Naina was in the kitchen, trying to cut vegetables for the breakfast but she ended up cutting her fingers instead. She cried in pain, as blood started oozing out from her wounded fingers. This was something that was happening almost daily from few days, actually from the day Geet went missing. If she was there then she would have united hell and heaven in the process of dressing the wound. Naina smiled as she thought of one fond memory which had made her love Geet more than she used to'

(Flashback)

'YIKESSS!!!!' Naina screamed as she mistakenly cut her fingers instead of the vegetables on the chopping board. Geet, who was sitting in the living room, explaining some math problems to Rajiv, immediately rushed into the kitchen as soon as she heard Naina scream. When she saw the wound, the anger she got made Naina curl up toes in fright. 'Get the first aid box'she shouted to Rajiv and took Naina's hand carefully and washed her wound. She quicky dressed up the wound and then started shouting on Naina who was staring at her with atmost disbelief as she had never seen Geet shout on anyone; not even her cruel cousin. Geet went haywire seeing the wound and she was literally pacing around the room, shouting at the top of her voice 'dekh kar kaam nahi kar sakti'dhyaan kaha rehta hai tumhara'dekha chot pohunchadiya na'' It had taken hours together for Naina and Rajiv to calm her down. Finally, when Geet had calmed down, she tightly hugged Naina and said'tumhe chot pohunche yeh main kabhi bardaasht nahi karsakti nainu'please aisa kabhi mat karna'mujhe bohot dukh hota hai'' Naina withdrew herself to see tears glistening in those beautiful eyes of her best friend and that day she had vowed that she would support Geet all through her life.

(Flashback ends)

Naina smiled at her hair brained best friend and sincerely hoped for her to come back.

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