MG Dancing Frm the Ashes 2 Chp 56 pg 39 - Page 18

awesome update...realization,all r having realization...i think next update will be 4 maan...he also will realize too...finger crossed...loved it...

oops.. Geet falling for Maan.. loving it..

Chapter 54 - This thing called Love

Accident!!

That's what Vicky had told him, when he had called him. He had gone cold, when he had heard that. He alone knew, how he had driven through rush hour morning traffic and reached the hospital. There had been a huge accident and the resulting traffic has delayed him further. The road had been littered by ambulances, all heading for the same hospital ;making him wish for an emergency siren on his car.

As he ran to the first floor, he hesitated at the beginning of the corridor. Her father, her grandmother, Vicky, and all the dance studio gang was there. Vicky stood talking to the doctor, nodding, the worry etched deeply in his usually pleasant face. He turned to look at Mohinder Uncle, exchanging a grave look; listening in on all the doctor relayed. There were multiple fractures and a few bruises. She had been severely bruised around her waist and back, and had also sprained the other foot. There were bruises on her arms too. Maan wondered how exactly she had fallen so hard...an image of a ragged doll appeared in his mind.

His entire being was torn between rushing to her to see if she was ok, and staying away; unsure if he'd be able to handle seeing her in that condition. But he had to...he wouldn't be able to be, till then. Taking the doctor's permission and Mohinder's approval, he walked to her room.

His breath stopped when he saw her lying in the bed. She looked like a crumpled doll, lying lifeless, her eyes shut tight, as if to prevent any signs of life from eking out.. Her leg was encased in a cast, hanging above the bed. The other was propped up, wrapped in another bandage. The only glimpse of her legs that was seen was two inches above her knees and two inches below. A hospital robe had been pulled over her as she lay in an awkward position, sound asleep.

He moved towards her bed, unconsciously. He almost grew thankful that she was asleep. He didn't know how he would have reacted has she been awake....probably ranted and yelled at her for not being more careful, he thought. He moved into the chair near her bed.

She lay asleep - drugged into sleep, he guessed. The pain in her leg would have been unbearable. He wondered how she must have borne all that pain? He hadn't asked Vicky...

Her hair was spread around her, some of it trapped under her, and a lot of it thrown about like she had frozen mid-pirouette; her chest falling and rising softly. Her legs looked pale in the bulky cast. He looked at the length of her cast, encasing her leg. The other leg was wrapped in another bandage, covering; he knew a bunch of other cuts.

He reached out and grazed his fingertips on the inner side of her leg. It was hard and muscular, from her hours of dancing. There were faint lines, paler than the rest of the skin - stretch marks, he realized...that zigzagged into the bandage...the only lines on her otherwise porcelain skin. He traced one, feeling the skin, soft and taut under his fingers.

These were Geet's beautiful legs ; crushed because of one mistake. He was relieved there was no ligament tear, but he still was saddened by the small crumpled mass she looked. Her beautiful, strong legs, that were masters in expressing all that she'd never need to say aloud; the most expressive and beautiful of her expression in dance...that now lay lifeless.

He wondered how she had taken the accident? Had she cried? Had help come soon? How did she fall so badly? He soothed the skin, running small feathery circles on her legs, his throat choking up; looking at the small scrape visible at the edge of the bandage.

As he traced them, a jolt of anger shook him. Just when everything seemed to be falling into place for her. Dancing was what she lived for...what she breathed... how would she cope now?

Knowing how tough life had been on her, this accident was the final straw for him. He felt keenly the pain she felt, the helplessness she must have felt; how betrayed she must have felt by life, her anger, her tears...

And it was then, that Maan shed tears of his own ... the very thing he never gave into. He wept, knowing that she was asleep and would probably never see his pain for her, his emotions pouring out of him.

He didn't know how long he sat there, pouring his pain out, hiding his face in the palm of his hand. But he knew he couldn't help himself; not when she was lying on that bed, looking like a broken doll; helpless and lifeless.

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The anesthesia seemed to be wearing off. She knew it because she could feel something on her leg. It felt ticklish, but she was unable to move her leg, thanks to it being hung, high above the bed. Her left leg thrummed a bit, but thankfully, the pain was not that bad. The painkillers still seemed to be taking effect. She shifted her hand from the chair on her right. It was the only convenient position to prevent it from being scraped on the elbow , where she had a purplish bruise.

She could sense someone in the room, but she assumed it was a nurse, and she wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, just then, so she let her eyes remain shut.

She didn't feel like waking up, anyway. She wanted to sleep. She wanted to go back into the sweet oblivion, where she wouldn't have to keep in mind that the next three to four months would be spent on the bed or on a wheelchair.

That the next few days would be dependent on somebody and there would be no visits to the studio...and she had just begun getting adjusted to being the head of an organization. Just beginning to manage both her lives...it just wasn't fair. She tried not to think about the next few days of her life. It was going to be dull, no doubt. She could barely do anything about it. Helplessness and frustration rose in her, again. It led to thoughts of how she had had the accident and what she had been thinking to reach such an event...sleep was preferable to going down that confusing line of thought.- one that she couldn't figure out at the moment...She drifted back into sleep.

She felt disoriented after waking up, sometime later... and the bed seemed to be shaking. All the more reason not to open her eyes. She waited patiently for a bit, thinking he had imagined it...the vibrations on the bed refused to stop. She finally opened her eyes.

It was him! Maan...

For a minute she thought she was imagining him, there...but he was crying. Or was he?

It seemed like it...his face was in his hands and he seemed to be shaking... the fact that it was so out of character for Maan, made her second guess about his behaviour.

She watched him for another two seconds. Then...

'Maan?", she called out uncertainly. Her voice felt scratchy and soft to her.

He stilled immediately, wiping his hand off his face, and looking up in a stupor. He rose immediately, and looked over to her, the shock etched deeply in his expression.

'Geet? Geet, you're awake?" He peered at her, as if to guage by her expression how she felt. He peered at her, concerned and worried, a drop of moisture clinging to his lashes.

She felt her throat choke, looking at that expression in his eyes. She just stared back, unable to say anything to him.

"Can you speak...Geet?', he asked gently, " Do you want me to call the nurse? Or do you want water? Is the leg hurting? Are you comfortable?...does it hurt? Are you okay?"

She looked away, a laugh catching in her throat; trying not to give in to humour at his concerned questions. They were asked in all genuineness, but it was amusing to see Maan fall over himself in concern. She felt a bit ashamed at herself, then ; and pondered over the questions he had asked. She did need one thing...

"Err...Maan, could you call the nurse...??"

"Of course". He reached over and pressed the nurses button, by the bed.

"Where does it hurt? What is happening? Don't worry Geet you'll be alright. I'll make sure they do their job well - tell me what is wrong...don't worry at all, come on, tell me what's wrong?".

"Errr...nothing much...I need the loo", she replied; fighting back a smile.

"...right", he replied, looking foolish and then rang the nurse's bell twice.

While they waited, he tried to get her to speak about how she fell... but she couldn't bring herself to speak of what had led to her lack of concentration ; much less tell him that she had been thinking about him. And so ended up being vague. He informed her that he had sent Mohinder Uncle and Nanima back home and the rest of the Studio, and that he would stay with her for the rest of the day.

He lapsed into silence, not knowing what to say or ask. As he sat back in his chair, Geet observed him. His face was etched with genuine worry - the kind he only reserved for her. His deep dark eyes still held a trace of moisture in them. There was an air of protectiveness around him...all directed towards her. His mouth was pressed shut, as if to stop himself from giving himself away. His eyes held a helplessness, quite like the one she felt.

As she watched him surreptitiously, Geet grew amazed. From all that she observed , it was clear that Maan cared. He cared so much more than he let on. And she felt like an idiot for not having realized it before. How could she have missed it? She felt her heart bloom under his protectiveness, his concern... it made her feel cherished, pampered and special. The worries that had bothered her a while back, seemed to disappear in a flash.

But was this just a deep affection for her or was it love?

Love?

Was she in love with him? She thought back to all they meant to each other, all the things they had been through. She watched him walk around the room, waiting for the nurse, ringing the bell after every two minutes, and the distressed look he gave her, over her pain. She hated seeing him look that worried ;even if it was for her. Was that how love was? She had been in love once. But it had all been so different. She was a different Geet now...

" Damn, where is that damned nurse?" he muttered after five minutes of waiting.

He stalked to the door and called out to Vicky.

" Get a nurse here, Vicky. It's urgent".

Vicky rushed to look at Geet. "What's wrong? Is Geet ok?"

"No", growled Maan, "...she needs to go to the bathroom".

"So we'll escort her inside?", Vicky replied, wide-eyed.

Maan glared at Vicky, his stare dripping with derision, for a few moments and then pointedly looked at her cast and bandages. "Does it even look possible? She obviously needs a bed pan".

"Er..I...aa..bbee...r-r-rright...I'll...I'll c-call the nurse", Vicky replied, flushing to his roots in embarrassment. He fled in seconds, while Geet chuckled at his plight. But even after two minutes, there was no sign of the nurse.

"Maan I really need the loo. Can you go and get the nurse, yourself?", Geet said, when she felt really uncomfortable.

Maan cursed and walked to the door, when he received a text message from Vicky.

"Nurses busy with the accident cases from the morning. Am waiting at the nurse's station to grab one, as she comes...no pun intended 😉 "

"Geet, there's no nurse available. I would've called Nanima, but I think she's left. I'd have done it;but I have no clue what's to be done.''

She gave him a helpless look and looked around for a solution. She obviously did not want him putting a bed pan underneath her...she couldn't even run like Vicky had, from embarrassment.

Cursing again, he walked to her. "Look, I'm going to carry you into the bathroom", he announced.

"W-what? You're mad. I'm not supposed to move my l-leg", she stuttered.

" Tell that to your bladder", he retorted.

"B-But, what if I fall?", she squeaked.

"Geet ... don't you trust me?", he asked impatiently.

That shut her up; but she barely had time to speak, because he was already opening the clasps to her leg sling and had lifted her off the bed with unimaginable gentleness.

Carrying her to the bathroom he walked over to the pot and held her over it.

She looked at him as he waited for a minute, then without looking at her said, "I'm lowering you now, you can fix your clothes". He settled her on the pot and announced that he'd wait for her outside.

Geet waited inside longer than she intended to. She couldn't stop the thumping of her heart over Maan's latest act of concern. She could slowly feel her heart clenching, warming over.

She must have mused a bit too long, because she was interrupted by Maan's frantic banging on the door, asking if she was okay. She fixed her clothes and called him in.

As he carried her out, she couldn't help staring at him. He lowered her to her bed, but she did not take her arms away from his neck, keeping him locked near her. He looked at her questioningly, but she pulled him closer and kissed him softly on his cheek. That surprised him, if nothing else did, and he gazed at her, disconcerted. He walked away, trying to concentrate on putting her leg back into the sling above the bed.

She stared at him again. She knew she had fallen - she had fallen hard. But, she was unsure about how deeply he felt for her. But if he wasn't yet, by God, she would make him love her.

aaww that was so painful... yet soo soothing with maan by the side... i hope things get better for maan n geet... n yeah CONT SOON! :)

Originally posted by: Maaneet099

aaww that was so painful... yet soo soothing with maan by the side... i hope things get better for maan n geet... n yeah CONT SOON! :)

Originally posted by: aashluvsmaan

meee

aashu seeing u stalking i thought the second part of the update was in😭
me feeling bad, happened to watch 'passions of the christ' with emy... the horror lingers..

omg...the way you've descibed Geet's condition...i was crying.
Aww...am so happy Maan is there.
Aaahh...last line killed me...hayye...
Muuaahh

Originally posted by: Maaneet_Vidu

omg...the way you've descibed Geet's condition...i was crying.
Aww...am so happy Maan is there.
Aaahh...last line killed me...hayye...
Muuaahh

she would make him love her.