I know I am late.. late means laaate ... n u ppl r ready with juti chappal ... ok no prob throw it but do do juti sathme throw karna.. 😆.. ne way last time I gve romantic update n my likes reduced .. I guess my readers dont like romantic updates... so this time there will be less romance.. n if I don't get enough likes I'm not gonna give ne romantic update any more🤔
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Part 14: Another Love Story
Devdutt was getting prepared for his morning puja ' garland, agarbatti, sandal ' the place was full of sacred scent those who were present there was coming out from earthly complication and getting into the divinity around them except Devdutt himself ... he was craving for some one else's fragrance ' aroma of Geet's body which could give him what he needed ' pleasure or peace, he was not sure but he was craving for Geetasri. After the selection of Rajlakshmi as foremost Devdasi she hardly met him. Whenever he has seen her its only among the crowd during the puja .. that too not regularly. This days Devdutt was dying to have a look of Geetasri, and that day he got more than what he wanted. Devdutt was passing by the library of temple when his eyes fell on the figure inside' it was Geetasri trying to drag her dupatta which got stuck with something there. Her back was almost bare to his eyes. Devdutt stood rooted 'only his eyes keep on moving from her naked shoulder to her midriff' for the first time he saw Geetasri such an exposed manner. His sanity, his self preset definition of purity of love vanished like camphor .. he stopped breathing ' in a moment his thought reached from loving her to having her. It was not Devdutt's fault. He always thought loving Geetasri from a distance is what makes his love untainted and deep ' idealism of platonic love used to surround him but in this mundane world there is no existence of such theory' even God couldn't avoid the laws of attraction, Devdutt was just another man. Slowly he entered and reduced their distance. Geet was busy with her dupatta .. she couldn't hear any sound but something make her aware of someone's presence. She turned and startled to see Devdutt so close to her. "Devdutt Ji aap.." she stammered and fixed her dupatta sensing something unusual in his eyes.. but the thought of uneasiness didn't take over her mind.. she was so used to Devdutt and she has such image of him in her eyes that nothing wrong she could think about him. On the other hand Devdutt has lost his voice.. he could even lost his sense if Geetasri didn't got startled and wear her dupatta in a hurry. "Devdutt ji .. I need to leave." Geetasri said softly finding no place to move. Devdutt moved away reluctantly from her way. "Geetasri are you angry with me?" asked Devdutt helplessly. Geet nodded her head in negative and went away. Devdutt smiled between the chant of mantras.. this society may not give him permission of making her his wife but it can't stop him to make him his.. "after this Raspurnima I will tell you about my feelings Geetasri and then you will be mine." He decided.
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Geet was standing in front of her once hated uglies whom he considers her friends now. She couldn't share her joy of being married to her love to any one.. society won't admit it' Devdutt ji won't admit it. But she can share it with these women .. she has a feeing that they can hear, they can feel but they wont speak. She was talking to them in an almost inaudible voice when two strong arms hugged her from her back. Not even looking at him she knew it's her Maan. Maan removed her dupatta from her shoulder and kissed there, rubbed her smooth skin with his hard beard. "Maan" she moaned. He hugged her more tightly and made a small carnal feast on Geet's lobe making her morn again then whispered in her ear, "Sharing our story with your friends then you must not hide anything." Maan said with a mischievous look. Geet frowned in utter confusion. "hmm you must say how we got married and then about your kissing lesson and then how I made love with you...and then how we".. Geet made a swift move to face him and closed his mouth with her palm. "you are so shameless.. Kuch bhi keh dete hai aap.. shut your mouth for God sake" Geet sighed and removed her hand. Maan smiled. "my mouth can be shut only with.." he didn't finish his words, his gaze moved towards her lips and in a moment he shut his mouth with hers. He poured all his passion into the kiss and sucked all her love. Maan pinned her with the wall with his body wait and started kissing on her neck, shoulder and collar bone. Geet knotted her fingers with his hair to keep her balance. Maan's hands went on her choli and compressed her assets. Geet groaned but her sound couldn't come out as he has again sealed her tongue within his mouth. He was going to enter his hands inside her choli when Geet stopped him hearing some one's foot step, "Maan no don't.. stop it, stop it." Her scared expression stopped him. " Maan we are inside the temple arena.. if some one come and see us.. it will be fatal." Maan controlled himself and cupped Geet's face softly, "Geet if someone could discover us here then we would have never met, we would have never fall in love.. for me this place is even more sacred than the Garvagriha (where the God is placed).. these statues are our well wisher, our protector ..when ever we are under their eyes we are safe. This structures are blessed with love.. just like us." Maan said calmly. Every word uttered by Maan was so deep Geet was left with no reply. She closed her eyes, parted her lips and locked her hands in his locks again.. Maan smiled seeing the sign of her submission and took her lips within his.
Maan was so right. Devdutt was going to his room after he was done his morning work puja aarti and other jobs followed when he heard some whisper from the veranda behind the temple' he never go there' as he never needs it but some thing make him curious. He was going towards the place when a messenger from the king came to meet him. Maan and Geet sank into an ardent kiss in the refuge of their inert guardians.
"Geet there is another person whom you should tell everything."
"Whom?" Geet asked innocently.
"Your thammi." Maan replied.
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Thammi was lying on her bed... sleeping or not doesn't matter coz she has only one thing to do in both condition.. dreaming about the past memory' a memory which was the only truth of her existence others are just nothing. She opened her eyes hearing their foot step.. Maan and Geet entered her room together holding their hands. A smile crept on the face of the old woman more than her lips in her eyes. Geet went close to her, sat there. Geet was there to say her thammi about her marriage but she couldn't voice it. She only lowered her eyes. Old lady's blurred eyesight caught her right. Geet moved her mangtika a little .. a faint red spot was there'thammi understood everything.. she hold Geet's face with skinny hands with so much love .. tears came out from her eyes. Geet hugged her lean body. Thammi signaled Maan to come near her. Maan sat on his knee beside her.. old lady kissed his forehead and hugged both of them giving her happiest gummy smile. Thamii came out of the hug and out Geet's hand on Maan's hand.. and caressed their face with all her affection and care pouring all her bless..After a long long time she thanked Madanmohan to keep her alive. Three of them were sharing a beautiful moment of their life in silence when a sound interrupted them. Geet jumped up and moved towards the corner of the room hearing Devdutt's voice. Devdutt came to meet Thammi and got a pleasant surprise discovering Maanendra there.. he greeted him with a smile.. the smile was there until he found Geetasri there. "Geetasri what are you doing here." His voice was expressing his irritation which Maan didn't miss to notice, the fact that she is standing before another man made Devdutt annoyed. "I have called her Devdutt" answered thammi. Geet left the pace. Devdutt left after sometime. Maan was also about to leave when Thammi stopped him by holding his wrist, "don't let the history repeat itself." Said thammi with so many emotions Thammi has never told him her story but Maan understood.. Maan never said that he knows everything but Thammi knew that he understands. Maan gave a smile of assurance to her.
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Five days later
Devdutt has to go to the palace of Maharaja Madhav Chandra Dev for some days.. he invited him for some special reason. On that evening Maanendra also got an invitation from the King. It was already night when the messenger gave him the news. Maan had to leave by next day morning. He decided to give the news to Geet at night as he won't get any time next day. He reached her room using the staircase behind Geet's room and then slide inside through an open window. Moon light was flooding the room.. it was the first time Maan came inside her room.. it was enough spacey.. beautifully decorated.. Maan found Sri Krishna's statue made by him in a corner rack adorned with a garland.. there was a big mirror and a marble dressing table with all her ornaments.. and a marble bowl containing a garland of jasmine.. a wooden rack covered by curtain for keeping her dresses.. and a big bed in the centre of the room. Geet was sleeping on her abdomen.. her long hair was resting in a side and silver glow of moon was caressing her skin. Maan forgot to blink.. any body else could think she is an enchantress coming straight from the heaven but how could Maan, he knew she is nothing but his love personified.. most serene, most pure beauty this earth posses. He went close and strokes her back gently with his hands. Her skin felt like silk under his hand. He ran his fingers on her back on her midriff .. Geet jerked a little but didn't wake up. She was in sound sleep. Maan smiled.. he unbolted her coli.. now there was not a single string on her back. He kissed the place. "Maan.. kya kar rahe hai aap" he heard Geet's voice.. he startled a little..'is she awake' Maan thought but after a span he understood she was speaking in her sleep.. may be dreaming.. 'dreaming about me only' Maan's face lit up with the thought. 'Poor girl Maan thought I didn't let her sleep properly for five constant night' Maan thought. Geet again moved a little and changed her side.. she is sleeping on her back now. Her already unknotted choli was hanging loosely on her bosom revealing most of it. Maan slowly leaned upon her so that her warm breath can be felt on his skin, so that he can fill his heart with her aroma. She is the only one who could light the fire of desire in Maan's soul and could reduce all the burn at once giving him immortal peace. He tucked her locks behind her ear and let his thumb remain in the corner of her lips. He keeps on staring at her and at the end kissed her red petals softly. " Maan aap hai? Are you in real?" Geet asked in a sleepy voice trying to open her heavy eyelids. "No Geet I am in your dream only." Maan whispered making Geet lost in her dreamland again. Maan moved on and sat beside her for drinking her beauty once again.. it was difficult for him to triumph over his the temptation to have her in his arms, occupying her mouth, smashing her breasts with his body, feeling her inside him but it was equally difficult to conquer the temptation of drinking her beauty under the moon light only with his eyes. He removed her choli and gently kissed her buds. He stroked her nude skin with his palm once again. Geet stirred once again as she felt something ticklish. Maan came here thinking he will bid her good bye but now he has not left with the power of uttering it and make Geet sad.. her tears stricken eyes will make his journey difficult only. He kissed her forehead..took her choli with him and left the place silently.
Next morning Geet wake up with a smile.. she wasn't with Maan last night but whole night he was in her dream..she still can feel his warm breath on her skin, his soft kiss on her lips on her bosom.. and the next moment she realized her upper body is naked and her choli is no where near. She instantly covered her assets with her hands. There was none to see her still she felt shy... "was he here? But why didn't he call me." She looked for her dupatta and found it on her mirror. She managed to go there and there and covered herself with it. She found a note on a marble pot where she keeps a jasmine garland everyday. She started reading, "Geet the way you are blushing now, the sun above my head getting scarlet.. Geet I am going to meet Maharaja Madhav Chandra Dev for some days.. last night I went to your room to bid good bye.. but I was the first time guest of your room and couldn't make the beautiful host sad .. but committed another crime.. I'm stealing and taking your choli with me.. it still has your fragrance, warmth of your bosom.. I will be back there before it lose the scent of your body, before my spot of my carnal love wipe away from there.. don't cry for me but wait for me.. wait for that night.. that night you will be as red as your sindoor with my love before your blush add color in it." Geet was already so red that her tears couldn't was it fully, still a line of smile came on her face and her heart is still finding it difficult to face the fact that Maan is not here.
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"Whom do you think was the worst among the Pandavas?" Asked the king.
"Yudhisthir" answered Maan after a short while.
Maharaj Madhav Chandra Dev was doing simple talks with Maan.. talking on different topic. King received the deity from his hand and kept it in the temple of palace..He can't even see the face of deity before its inauguration. Then started a conversation in a hall room where king used to discuss with his courtiers or any respectable guest on different subjects. Maanendra was one of such honorable guest to him. He had a great respect for him as he knew from which family he belongs, his educational qualification, his dedication towards art and most importantly he was impressed and inspired by his deep intellectual thoughts. It was not their first meeting they have met before in Puri templebefore Maan went to Madanmohan temple, they met co-incidentally and Maharaja though much older than Maan possessed a great respect for Maanendra.
Maan and the king were talking about Mahabharat when the king asked the question. Maan's reply satisfied him, his face showed the sign still he asked, "why Yudhisthir? I have asked this to many priests including Devdutt, most of them was silent.. they had no answer."
"or aapka jawab kya hai? What do you think?" Maan questioned him back.
"I want an answer from you young man. I want to know your point of view"
"A man even after being so knowledgeable and truthful can be a mean soul Yudhisthir is the proof of that. Lust, jealousy, cowardice and selfishness made him so mean that all his virtues seem very little in front of it."
"hmm a man can have so many shades, a man known for his truthfulness and honesty can have darker side buried in his mind." The king said with a sigh.
"I expected this explanation from at least one of the priests.. I got it from one but not from one from whom I expected." Maan frowned with king's answer. He took a short pause, "I expected Devdutt will come out with this answer but it was some one else, a young priest from Gobardhan temple.. "
"Shantanu?" asked Maanendra
"How do you know him?"
"I don't know him.. only heard about him from Rajlaksmi"
"Rajlakshmi..Devdutt chose her as the foremost Devdasi of Madanmohan temple and let her go.. Devdutt had my confidence.. he was honest and truthful but a man of virtue can have his weakness.. can has his darker side in buried in his mind." Maharaja's last words gradually became almost inaudible whisper but Maan heard them. They both remain silent for sometime. Madhav Chandra tried to start a conversation again but couldn't find a way.
"You wanted to say something? That's why you invited me here isn't it? Else you could have sent your men for bringing the deity here."
"Maanendra" the king started after a little hesitation.. "I asked those persists same questions.. I wanted to see who has the true knowledge and guts to speak the truth and that young boy only accept the truth." He stopped again. Maan didn't ask anything, he knew there is something left rather the most important thing is left. "I needed someone's help .. a mentor for my son.. Rajkumar(prince) Swayam need someone's help.. rather say I need help.. and none but you can help me Maanendra?"
"Me but how? He doesn't know me and why he will listen to an ordinary sculptor?"
"That's the reason he will listen to you, you are an artist and he values, respects artists, art, music.. he respects artists more than priests... he is engrossed in music and literature only.. and.. umm and a girl, a singer.. ek tawayif.. he is lost in her song. I don't know who the girl is, how the girl is.. good or evil but they would be king has no interest in politics, in state affairs and totally occupied by a mere dancer it wont be a good reputation for him.. Maanendra Swayam all the qualities of becoming a good ruler, he has a golden heart, intelligence, education except interest. I want you to convince him that he left the girl or convince the girl to leave him.."
"Shantanu gave you the answer you wanted.. he has your confidence now.. then why didn't you ask him to do so?" asked Maanendra sensing that something is still hidden.
Maharaja Madhav Chandra started in a low tone, "Swayam is our adapted son. Nobody here knows the truth. My wife delivered still born babies.. it happened for three times. My subjects, courtiers, advisers started to say that I must marry second time.. some said it in front of me some in behind .. my wife heard everything and strangely she started coxing me for that. Not that she wanted to share me with any one else but just to make me happy so that I don't have to take any tension for future king. But I really loved her and didn't want to marry any one else. When she was pregnant for the fourth time I took her in Puri thinking the blessing of Jagannath ji may help us. There was a poor Brahmin family staying in our neighborhood His wife was also pregnant. Though they had a huge difference in social status both ladies became friends. Jagannath ji ki mahima ajib hai. Both of them had labor pain in same time. Again my queen delivered a still born baby and the bramhin's wife delivered two identical twins.. two sons. Both of the women has been fainted and I found only one way to save my love. I ran to the Bramhin and begged for one of his sons. He agreed.. I was ready to give any amount for this but he only wanted that her wife must not know this else she will die. He knew his son will be happy there and it was enough for him. I was amazed; I promised I will take the responsibility of his other son's education. After that we never met.. I send the money for his education but never tried to contact that family. But that day the moment I saw Shantanu I knew he is the brother of Swayam. I was scared thinking what will be Swayam's reaction if he comes to know the truth.. A truth what only two men were hiding in their heart under this verse sky, Jagannath Ji was the only witness.. And now I share this truth with you Maanendra.. now you know only you can help me.. will you?"
Maan silently nodded in yes and left the room. He was going through a long corridor of the palace when he met a young man of early twenty... Man or boy.. he had a boy like innocent charm but a man like strong personality. Long and lean.. simple yet so elegant. He had a beautiful smile and brilliant eyes said he is none but the prince.
"Are you the sculptor of Madanmohan temple?" He asked with a smile his face after doing namastey.. his smile was something that anyone start liking him just after the first look.
"Yes" Maan nodded with a full hearted smile "I am Maanendra your highness."
"no no.. call me Swayam, I feel like flee away everytime I heard those heavy adjectives." He smiled again.
"Why you are a prince.. would be king.. you must be habituated with this."
"leave it.. show me the deity you have made."
"No I can't.. someone told me none can see it before the inauguration. "
"Pitashri said you are very logical and intellectual person. you really believe this? "
"I believe that person." Maan replied.
He smiled, "Okay I will keep your someone's request.. but let me show you my temple, my deities."
Maanendra was amazed to see a prince was so friendly and down to earth. No matter he is not interested in ruling people. Swayam opened door of a room for him. Maan saw there was various kind of musical instruments.. some of them were known to Maan most of them was not. It was really not less than a temple. Swayam took one of them and sat in the proper position to play it. "You know Maanendra music one medium which can take you closest to God. No need to sing a devotional song.. music itself is an expression of devotion.. a song of an illiterate boatman is as pure and divine as a chant by a priest inside the temple." Swayam pulled a string of the instrument, "I am have learned all types of ragas, heard all the best singers of state and outside but none is like her.. he music comes from her heart and touches my heart.. she neither know nor follow the rules of classical singing but her singing.. but there is something.. aap sunenge? I took nobody with me to her.. they thinks she is a prostitute only but she is not.. singing for God's entertainment is prayer and singing for human entertainment is prostitution .. I don't believe it.. you are an artist.. you will understand.. aap chalege mere sath?" Swayam asked with lots of hopes in his eyes.
Maan could see the respect and honor he has for that girl. "Yes I will come with you.. May I know her name?"
"Swarna" Swayam took her name with such affection that Maan could clearly see shadow of another love story.
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In evening Man went with Swayam in the Kotha (house of tawaef) of Swarna. Maan was moving his eyes around the room.. he has seen such kind of Kotha before but it was not like that. There was no pomp or magnificence ...no liquor, no flirty giggle beside curtain. They sat on a mattress, a sinter was laying in front of them.. after sometime a girl entered.. Maan looked at her.. she was wearing a salwar-kameez something he had seen Muslim girls to wear. She had a small doll like figure.. very pretty face and two eyes which speaks volume. She sat in front of the sitar after doing a vow and started singing. She was not singing any raga or any bhajan but a simple Gazal (a type of song) ..which don't speak about God, not even the love of Radha-Krishna but the love of human beings, feelings of human soul, pain of human heart.. Maan completely drowned in it.. Swayam was right a song need not to speak about God ..it can be divine only because music is divine itself.
The song was connecting with the song like never before.. The girl's song was not taking help of Radha Krishna to express her feeling .. it speaks her heart only. Maan closed his eyes.. the song was remembering him of Geet.. from the first day when he saw her from a distance, then there first meeting, watching drama, first kiss.. and a thought crossed his mind 'what she is doing now.. must be angry on me.. she looks more beautiful when she got angry.. or she is sad .. crying thinking about me..' a tears stricken face of Geet came on his closed vision. He wanted to wipe her tears away and kiss her pouting lips. His chain of thought broke with the song has come to an end. Maan opened his eyes. The girl smiled and did a vow.. her smile was not seductive like tawaifs but so elegant. "Aapko mera gana pasand aya?" She asked in a musical tone.
"Swarna.. your name means gold.. a precious jewel but your voice is priceless .. it has the power of bringing tears in eyes of a cruel warrior.. May God bless you." Maan left from the place leaving Swayam and the girl behind. Whole night he keep on thinking a girl with so much integrity in her voice can't be evil, there is no harm if Swayam loves the girl but its also truth common people won't understand it, the king won't understand it..the responsibility of a king is not something heart can rule but is it right to let his responsibility rule over his heart. It was easy for Maan to leave his country, his royal duties as there was someone better than him but here things are difficult for Swayam.. his country not only needs him but his life his happiness his everything. How could Maan say him leave Swarna, leave music where he left everything for the sake of his art.. is it possible to ask someone to leave his love because of society? What if someone says he has to leave Geet as their love is also a forbidden one? The very thought made him restless. He couldn't come to any decision. He brought out the fabric.. kissed it, took its aroma and drifted into sleep.
Maan woke up in early morning. Sun light didn't hit the west sky till then. He put on a shawl and headed towards Swarna's kotha. Swarna opened the door after sometime he knocked the door. It seems she wasn't surprise to see him there. "aaiye" she said.
Maan hesitated, "umm no its ok.. is Prince Swayam here?"
Swarna nodded her head in yes. Maan's jaw tightened. Her unruly hair, broken bangles, smashed bindi was showing their state clearly. "I will come letter." Maan was about to move whan Swarna said again, "You can speak now.. he is sleeping .. he won't wake up now." Maan frowned thinking how the girl understood that he is here to talk to her in alone. The girl continued, "and don't think anything wrong about him.. in this one year he has slept here in my kotha many times but last night was the first time we were together.. it was me.. I wanted to feel his love once before I leave."
"You are leaving? Why"
"You know the reason.. hai na?... Trust me I really love the prince I don't want he forgets his duty for me.. people dishonor him for me. He will take his responsibility seriously only when he will forget me and for that I have to leave him."
Maan was all silent. He found not a single word.. only remembered once some one said him, "I will sacrifice you for your sake."..in which clay this women are made of .. he thought. The girl touched his feet and was about to leave when Maan spoke, "Swarna can you keep my one request.. never leave prince... he needs you.. only you can be his driving force.. only you can give him peace and make him fulfill his duty.. be with him..always."
Maan came back to palace. He wrote a letter for the king..
'Honorable sovereign
I promised you I will help you to mentor Prince.. so I must tell you he has got his counselor, his friend philosopher and guide.. one who will sacrifice everything for your son. Don't worry for him, he will be a good king in time.. but till then don't stop him or force him to do anything. And please tell Prince about his brother.. his birth.. he will understand.. he is a great chap.. he will understand..this secret is making you weak.. reveal it and if possible wel come Shantanu as Swayam's guide .. he is the right person for mentoring him.
Maanendra'
He left the letter in a messengers hand and left from there. He was dying to meet Geet.. something was making him impatient.. from the moment he has heard about Devdutt from king something is making him agitated .. and then every time Swarna's song, her words made him remember Geet only.. he had a feeling that something is happening over there.. everything was reminding him of her.. he didn't understand if it's a bad omen or just his craving to meet her after days of separation.. he started his journey towards Madanmohan temple.
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[About Yudhisthir I said four words..
Lust: his lust over Draupadi can be seen when he made Draupadi marry five of them giving a lame excuse . may be it was in Draupadi's destiny but making Kunti's words what she said for goods only was not excusable... it became prominent when he banished Arjun just before the year when it was his time to spend with Draupadi and giving d excuse that he is d elder one he includes the year in his time to spend with Draupadi (each of Pancha Pandav used to get one year for spending time with Draupadi)
Jealousy: his jealousy over Arjun as Draupadi loved him, his jealousy over Sahadev as he was more knowledgeable than him can be seen n many places of Mahabharat
Cowardice: he bet on his wife, silently keep on seeing her insult without saying a word.. stopped Bhim and Sahadev when they protested... proof of his cowardice
Selfishness: The way he neglected and remain unsympathetic on Draupadi and his brother's death just to create a record of reaching heaven in living condition ... selfishness personified
-I gave my reason of saying those points .. no offence ... you r welcome to criticize]
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