Chapter 34Geet stormed into her office, angry tears threatening to spill down her flushed cheeks. She felt so humiliated. In the past, Maan had scolded or yelled at her many times, but never in front of others. This time he had said such demeaning things, when all she had done was try to make things alright with the client. Glancing over at his office, she could see him pacing back and forth angrily.
"Look at him. What does he have to be upset about? What did I do wrong, anyway? I copied the file he gave me, and when the client was angry, I did my best to fix things."
Geet grabbed the glass of water from her desk, downing its contents rapidly, then clutching her stomach after feeling some discomfort. "See, he has made me so upset, I'm having stomach pains."
"Geet, hey Geet! It's time to go," said Pinky excitedly, taking a bite of her apple. "What are you still doing standing around."
When Geet motioned towards Maan's office, Pinky said, "Oh, leave it Geet. DD didn't fire you for it, so don't worry. He will calm down and be back to normal tomorrow."
Geet didn't know what Pinky was talking about. As far as see could tell, Maan's behaving had been the same as always, with his assumptions and accusations. Still, it was seven, and as she had no other work to complete, going home seemed like the best option. Picking up her bag, she walked out with Pinky, purposefully choosing not to look into the office next to hers as she walked by.
"Geet, I told my father about you working here and he wants you to come over some time for dinner."
Pinky went on and on about how her father had told so many stories about their time in Hoshiarpur, and how excited he was to see his friend's daughter. Geet was only half listening to Pinky's chatter, still preoccupied with the day's events. Her friend took her vague responses as a yes, happily saying that she would arrange things as she got into a taxi.
All Geet was focussed on was going home and making a beeline for her room. Under no circumstances did she feel up to speaking to, or even seeing Maan again. He never ventured up to the second floor of the guest house since she began staying there, so Geet knew she was safe from the angry young man.
Maan knew that he should apologize to Geet for putting the blame for his mistake on her, but he didn't know how. He didn't have the first idea how to begin such a conversation with her, given their history. In fact, he didn't know how to say sorry to anyone, for he had never in his life felt the need to do so before. He didn't want her to get the wrong impression, so he decided it would be better to wait and speak with her in the morning.
He saw the light on in her room as he pulled into the mansion's driveway, telling him that she was where he could safely avoid her. Not feeling particularly hungry, Maan decided that he would benefit from some exercise to clear his head. Quickly changing his clothes, Maan made his way out into the main courtyard, easily falling into the familiar routine once there.
Unknown to Maan, who was busy doing a series of kicks and punches, Savtri walked by, becoming aware of his activity. Coming to a stop, she observed the fluid motion of her grandson's movements, the years melting away as she thought back to his sixth birthday. That was the day that her son had decided to gift Maan martial arts lessons, despite her concern that he was too young. The child Maan had been ecstatic, putting on a show for the family after every lesson. Eventually his workouts became a more private affair, at least until recently.
"It's good to see you doing your 'Hoo Haa' again," Savitri commented, walking out towards her pota.
"Dadima, what are you doing here?" asked Maan, moving to pick up a towel to wipe his perspiration.
"Maan, what a question to ask. I have a right to go where I like in my own house, don't eye?"
"Dadima, if you a here to try and convince me to come back and stay in the mansion again, you are wasting your breath. I've told you before..."
"Maan, not everything that people do is part of some grand plan. I just happened to be walking by when I saw you. I only wanted to say that it's good to see things going back to the way they were, after what happened 5 months..."
"Dadima, I don't want to talk about what happened 5 months ago."
Savitri knew that when Maan spoke in that tone, he meant what he said. Rather than push things further, she wished him goodnight and went back inside. Geet was waiting in her bedroom with tea, a ritual that they had started after she and Maan returned from Hoshiarpur. Seeing the scowl marring the young woman's face, Savitri enquired and found the cause was none other than the young man she had just left.
"Dadima, you must know what he is like, having lived with him for so long," commented Geet as she sipped her tea.
"Yes, I've often felt that Maan is very dusht, and has been for a long time," replied Savitri, having trouble hiding her smile.
"Not just dusht, but daanav also, Dadima," affirmed Geet, moving her hands for emphasis.
"Do you know, Dadima, that in the office, all the girls call him DD?" At Savitri's confusion, Geet tapped her chest twice, saying "Dhak, dhak," with sarcasm. "But I think that not Dhak Dhak, but Dusht Daanav suits him much better!"
Savitri just couldn't keep from smiling at Geet's cribbing. She found it very interesting that suddenly Maan had restarted his martial arts after whatever situation occurred that had Geet thinking such things about him. It definitely required further investigation, but not at that particular moment.
"Geet, forget about your DD for right now. Have you thought any more about what you'd like to do with your money?"
"Yes, Dadima. I know you said I might help support an NGO, but I think that I'd actually like to start an NGO. Let me tell you my ideas."
The next morning, Savitri made up her mind to visit Khurana Constructions, even if Maan had a problem with her doing so. The previous night's conversation with Geet had only reaffirmed her good opinion of the young woman. However, she still wanted to observe how things were going at the office herself. The staff in KC were all more than eager to please her, but it was only Maan's office that she was interested in reaching. Seeing that he was busy with Geet, she lingered outside the door, where she was witness to a very fascinating conversation.
"Dadima and I are both 100% right," stated Geet firmly. "And I will tell you one more thing. I agree that I make mistakes, but that doesn't me that every mistake that happens can have the blame put on my head."
Savitri listened as Geet continued, telling Maan flat out that he had made a mistake by giving her the wrong file. She also mentioned something about a problem with some dictation, but that was not what caught Savitri's attention. It was what Maan finally said in response to Geet's claim that he was not God, that was the shocker.
"What is this?" she murmured. "Today, Maan Singh Khurana has said sorry to someone, and that someone is my Geet?"
Observing the rest of the scene, she stated, "I knew she was the one for him. Now all I have to do is make him realize the same thing."
Unable to stop herself, Savitri began imagining Geet and Maan dressed in wedding attire, going through all of the proper rituals. This dream was so pleasant, that she almost wasn't able to hide quickly enough so that Geet didn't see her as she came out of Maan's office. The elderly woman waited a few moments to go inside, long enough for Geet to go back to her own office, unaware that she had been observed.
"Dadima, what are you doing here?" questioned Maan upon seeing Savitri enter his office. "I wasn't expecting you."
"I just wanted to give my grandson a surprise visit. Is there anything wrong in that?"
PrecapGeet really was a darling girl. Savitri intended to do everything in her power to see that she and Maan remained together.
Edited by laxmi2010 - 13 years ago
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