MG FF-VIVAH - Thread 4 - Page 58

Originally posted by: kawaii_geet

diii when r u updating????
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Chapter 32

Few Days later

Geet was running around putting Maan's last minute toiletries in his luggage. Maan entered the room as he finished his call with Adi when he heard her muttering – "Tooth paste, brush, after-shave, trimmer…"

Maan smiled instinctively seeing his cute wife as she mentally checked the list in her head. He so wanted to pull her in his arms, kiss her on her shoulder and tell her to calm down. Last few days he realized that he was so ready to move on. He genuinely felt affection for Geet. After all who could not fall for such a loving and caring person. Her ever smiling face, her helping personality, her bubbliness, maturity and pure heart could make stones melt.

He knew that there was already a change in their equation. Now they spent more time together, they shared more and were very comfortable with each other's presence. He felt the need to probably take their friendship and relationship a step forward.

He decided to talk to her once he was back from his week long trip from London.

He focused back as Geet almost ran from the wardrobe to put an emergency medicine pouch for him in the cabin baggage. He held her hand as she crossed him. Due to her momentum, he grabbed her hard and her back collided with his chest.

She looked back and up with a little surprise. She could not read Maan's eyes but their intensity made her blush a little as she looked down – "Kya hua Maan?"

[What happened Maan]

"Thoda araam se Geet…flight sham ki hai…kahin chot na lag jaye"

[Take it easy Geet…flight is in the evening…you may get hurt]

Geet's breath constricted in her throat at the sound of his husky voice so close to her ear. His breath fanned her tendrils and she felt as if she had run a marathon.

"Woh…phir aap check kar lena and aaram se relax kar sakte hain"

[You check once everything is done and then you can relax]

"Agar tumhein chot lag gayi toh mein jaa nahi paunga"

[If you hurt yourself I will not be able to go.]

That statement made Geet look at him. His face showed concern for her. He turned her by holding her waist. Geet felt shy and she looked down. He cupped her chin and made her look up – "Will you miss me Geet? Bolo"

Geet kept quiet with her eyelashes drooping.

"I will miss you Geet and I know you will miss me too. Baki sabka toh khayal tum rakh hi logi lekin mere liye apna bhi khayal rakh lena."

[I will miss you Geet and I know you will miss me too. I know that you will take care of everyone else but for me please take care of yourself as well.]

Geet blushed harder at his statement. She finally found her voice and said softly – "Yahan par sab hain. Wahan par koi nahi. Daadima kehti hain ki work ke aaage aapko kuch sujhta nahi. Aap apna khayal rekhiyega. Work ke saath saath food and rest is also required. Mere liye…please"

[Everybody is here. There is no one there. Daadima tells me that nothing matters to you in front of work. You take care of yourself. Along with work, food and rest is also required. For me…please]

Maan smiled – "Thik hai Geet. It is a deal. You take care of yourself and I promise I will look after myself"

As Geet nodded, he leaned a little forward and whispered in her ears – "Tumhare liye…sirf tumhaare liye"

[For you…only you]

With that Maan took the medicine pouch from her hand and placed it inside his bag. He zipped up his bag – "Sab ho gaya ki kuch bacha hai"

[Everything done or something left?]

Geet controlled her erratic heart beats and tried to respond as calmly as possible - "Nahi all done…bas aap check kar lijiye ek baar"

[No, all done…you just check]

"That's not required…tumne pack kiya hai toh perfect hi hoga."

He straightened and forwarded his hand. Geet took it hesitatingly. But Maan held it with ease telling her his intent.

"Neeche chalein…sab wait kar rahe honge lunch ke liye."

Geet nodded as they walked down hand in hand.

Next Day, London Morning –

Maan checked into the hotel and went to his room. He had a meeting at 12:00 so decided to unpack and freshen. He opened his bags and smiled. His darling wife had done a wonderful job of packing neatly. His suits were folded properly and everything was well compartmentalized.

He felt her touch in everything kept in the bag. He caressed his dresses as if her touch still lingered on them. He was already missing her bright smile and melodious voice. He could not stop himself from calling her.

Geet was in the gallery sitting in front of canvas but her mind was not at all on the painting. With brush in her hand, instead of imagining colors she was lost in thoughts of Maan. Though they had still lot of considerable distance between each other but she still missed seeing him move around the house.

"Haye mujhe toh unka dusht daanav wala roop bhi ab pyaara lag raha hai….abhi toh ek hi din hua hai and I feel so restless."

[I am so desperate that I am falling in love and missing his dusht daanav mood as well…only one day has passed and I feel so restless.]

Her thoughts were broken when she saw her mobile ringing. A smile came on her face as she noticed a UK number.

"Hello"

"Hi Geet…it's me"

"Ji"

"Hmmm…woh I reached ok. Just wanted to tell you that."

"Thanks call karne ke liye. Aapki flight kaisi thi? Aapne kuch Khaya? Wahan toh morning ho rahi hogi. Did you have your breakfast?"

[Thanks for calling. How was your flight? Did you eat anything? It must be morning there. Did you have your breakfast?]

Maan smiled hearing her non stop questions. He was struggling to talk to her but she as usual was her chirpy self "Bilkul pagal hai". Maan cut her in-between.

" Geet…please stop. I am ok. Journey was fine and I have just reached. So I will have breakfast after the call."

Geet pouted as he heard his curt voice.

"Ok. You have a good day then and hope your meeting goes well"

"Thanks. You also take care. Bye."

"Bye"

Maan leaned back on his couch closing his eyes and smiled. Just talking to her, hearing her voice calmed his senses. He was already missing her so much that he wanted her here with him right now.

Meanwhile Geet made a baby face. She was missing him so much and wanted to talk to him. But Maan kept the phone down. But then she sighed thinking that at least he called. Even if not a lot at least she talked to him a little bit.

Day passed slowly for Geet but evening felt better. She played with Vicki and gossiped with Meera. In the night, she kissed Maan's picture and slept off thinking that he will still be busy in his meeting.

Day passed quickly for Maan as he immersed himself in his work. But evening was slow. He reached hotel and started missing Geet and home. He was himself surprised but he felt down and terrible. He noticed the time and realized it was too late to call India. He poured himself a glass of stiff whiskey and distracted himself by working on not so important projects.

But Night was pure torture for him. He laid down on the bed with his eyes wide open. Though they slept in different rooms, but today his heart missed the solace of hearing her soft breaths from the adjoining room. His senses missed her aroma. His whole being missed her presence around him. He tried many things to pataofy his restless heart but to no avail. Finally giving up, he picked up his phone and went to photo gallery. He looked at Geet's picture which he had clicked on the picnic. She was smiling brightly holding the yellow flowers next to her. As if in trance he kissed her picture and put the phone next to his heart. He closed his eyes and drifted slowly into his dream world comprising of him and Geet.

Maybe somewhere in his subconscious head, some neurons did realize that he did not talk to Poonam today. He did not even look at her picture but his heart knew fully that his solace was now in some other arms.

Precap - Some Realizations