MG FF-Shackles of Love#3# - Page 18

CHAPTER 12:

Maan stopped in his tracks as he entered the room. His mundane room had been transformed into an unbelievably sensuous and beautiful sight. Flowers scattered around enhanced the aesthetic beauty which was further intensified by the soft glow from the hundreds of floating candles adding a mystique charm to it. But what increased the vision to divine was the woman who sat in the middle of his bed covered from head to toe. There was complete silence in the room except for the jingling of her bangles when she unknowingly clenched her hands. For a moment even Maan was swept away at the vision of perfection before his eyes. As if in a trance, he moved towards her, his eyes drinking in her serene beauty.

There she sat, with her head bowed down, covered by the veil. Only her hands and the toes of her feet were visible. Her trembling hands were fidgeting with the ends of the dupatta.

When she heard the door open, Geet's heartbeats increased considerably. She didn't know whether it was fear or anticipation which was making her nervous. She remembered the way she had felt when he had held her close to him. The jittery feelings and tensed air of awaiting a new sensation which was not unpleasant were making her blush. She shied at her own thoughts and closed her eyes to clear her mind of the vivid images as she felt him approaching her.

Maan reached out to lift her ghungat, to reveal her unmasked beauty to his hungry eyes. She lifted her head to look at him and met his hungry gaze shyly. Their eyes met and locked. His burning with an unnamed desire and hers with shy expectancy. His eyes travelled downwards to her trembling lips which were red due to her unconscious chewing. They beckoned him to taste the sweet nectar within. Her breathing turned shallow at his nearness, his intent gaze on her making her stomach clench. She closed her eyes as she waited for him to claim her.

Maan on the other hand was taking his own sweet time taking in her features. His eyes traced her lips, her rosy cheeks, her beautiful eyes which were closed and finally his glance went to her forehead which was adorned with the sacred red powder he himself had filled it with just a few hours ago.

His anger came back in a rush as he glanced at the sindoor, a reminder of his helplessness. He glared at her as if she was responsible for his predicament. He looked at the mangalsutra around her neck. He could feel it like a noose around his neck waiting to strangle him. The sight which a few seconds ago was enough to take his breath away was now suffocating him. Anger ran in his veins at the thought of his simple life getting disrupted. And the cause of his displeasure sat there in the middle of his bed.

He got up abruptly and moved to the bathroom without a glance. He came out in some time, after changing into a simple shirt and pant, and started making his way out of the room.

Geet, who had been watching his actions with confusion, was startled to see him in his new attire, leaving. She peeped through the edge of her ghungat to see him moving towards the door. She saw him moving towards the sofa and grabbing a pair of socks and shoes surprising her more. "Ye kaha jaa rahe hai."

Hurriedly she got off the bed, ignoring the twinge of pain where her waist charm was still digging into her skin, and walked towards him.

He stopped in the process of tying his shoelaces when he saw a pair of feet in front of him. He looked up to meet a pair of bemused eyes staring at him.

"Ye aap kya kar rahe ho?" he ignored her and continued tying his laces. "Aap kahin jaa rahe ho kya?" He finished what he was doing and moved towards the door. But Geet was not one to be deterred. She blocked his way with her hand and asked him, "Aap itni raat ko kaha jaa rahe ho?" he turned to her angrily and glared at her. "Who are you to question Maan Singh Khurrana? Stay in your limits and don't get in my way. Mai kahi bhi jau, tumhe isse kya?"

Her eyes turned moist at his words and her lips started trembling but she held her tears and ventured further, thinking maybe she spoke too much. In HP the women of the house were never allowed to question their men. "Geet jhalli kahi ki! Unse sawaal kar rahi hai! Agar Veerji ya Mamaji hote to abh tak tujhe ek thappad pad gaya hota!" she admonished herself.

"Sorry! Mai to bas yehi pooch rahi thi ke itni raat ko aap…"

"Maan issse behas karne ka koi matlab nahi hai! Bekaar hi apna time waste mat kar!" he thought!

Controlling his ire, he said, "Mai kaam se bahar jaa raha hu. Bas khush!" he glared at her. "Ainda se mera rasta mat rokna. Samjhi?"

"Aap kaam karne jaa rahe ho? Wo bhi aaj raat?"

"Aaj raat? Kyu aaj raat kuch khaas hai kya?" he taunted

"Aaj to humari su…."

He turned to her in an instant and grabbed her by her arms forcefully.

"Listen to me very carefully! Aaj keh diya hai, aaenda se na kehna! There is no HUM over here! There is ME and there is YOU! You are my responsibility as I promised Darji to take care of you, further than that, do not expect anything from me! You are no one to me. Mujhse door raho, if possible, apni shakal bhi mat dikhao mujhe!"

Her eyes widened in shock. "Aap aise kaise bol sakte hai Maan. Shaadi hui hai humari. Saath phere liye hai aapne mere saath Babaji ke saamne. Patni hu mai aapki."

"Since you are asking me, let me make it clear to you. Nahi maanta mai tumhe apni patni! Nahi manta is shaadi ko! It means nothing to me. Understand? For me you are just a liability, an unwanted one at that!"

"Maaan" she whispered tears now flowing freely from her eyes.

"Wow! I was wondering when you will start with your waterworks. Tumhare in aansuo ka koi asar nahi hoga mujhpe Geet. Save it for some other sucker! Maan Singh Khurrana itna kamzor nahi hai ke ek aurat ke aasuuon me beh jaye!" and if he felt something remotely like pain, he buried it deep within his ego! "Tears will never help you Geet. They just make you weak and make your mind stop working."

Pushing her away from him, he strode towards the door and spoke without facing her in a cold emotionless tone "Don't open the door unless you know the person on the other side. I have my own key so you needn't be disturbed by me. And think over what I have told u. If you want to stay here, you can, provided you mind your business and don't disturb me or interfere in my life. If you want to leave, you are more than welcome, provided you keep me updated as to where you are living. Your living expenses will be covered by me, so you needn't bother working if you don't want to" he added in contempt.

"If you feel this way why did you marry me in the first place?" her pain filled voice stilled him in his tracks.

"Like I told you before, u are no one to question Maan Singh Khurrana!" he taunted her, making her pain turn to anger at his callousness.

She pulled him around and held him by his arms, the pain of the moment making her forget years of discipline and restraint, "Kyu nahi batayenge? Shaadi ki hai apne mujhse sab ke saamne. I have the right to expect a few answers."

He angrily shook himself free and pushed her away. But Geet was not one to give up. She again got up and went to him. "Aapko jawab dena hoga. Why did you marry me if you feel this way? Kyu kiya aapne mere saath aisa? Why Maan? Why?" she asked, silent tears falling down her cheeks.

She might be appearing strong and demanding to him, but she was breaking down from within. The pain was spreading through her, the intentness piercing her like needles. Her expectations and dreams once again lay shattered in front of her, at the mercy of the heartless man standing before her eyes.

She grabbed his collar and shook him hard. Her eyes filled with misery and pain, dripping tears looked straight into his demanding an answer to his actions. He averted his eyes from her, unable to face the accusation in hers! He caught her hands and disengaged them from his self, to gain a little time to reconstruct his barrier which had splintered a notch at the pain in her eyes.

Gaining back himself, he looked her straight in her eyes and replied. "Geet sometimes life leaves you no choice. No matter how bitter a pill it is, you got to take it!" saying so he shrugged her hands and walked away, without once looking back, leaving behind a woman broken once again by destiny and fate.

The shutting of the door was like an omen, closing all doors to happiness and love in her life. The love she had yearned for, living in arid wasteland that was her Darji's home had once again turned into a mirage. The love she had thought will enter her life again when she had ever thought about her marriage and husband. The love which once again mocked her, coming to within an inch of her grasp before moving away, mocking her for her dreams and expectations.

She slid down to the floor, sobbing her heart out, uncaring of her dress getting torn as it got stuck in a nail in the wall. Her hand grazed the rough surface of the table kept there, leaving a bruise, causing her skin to burn. But the sting was impalpable in front of the intense pain of her heart.

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Originally posted by: mandymore

Aur tarsalo bacho ko ...nice teaser.kitna tadpati ho aash.