Tum Se Hi (MG) #2 (last part/Epi @pg 71) 15th July - Page 38

Originally posted by: nish025

nice one

bt is geet so offended?

continue soon!!

Originally posted by: Ash1991

amazing update...lvd the convo btwn maneet...

Originally posted by: PrithviSanyo1

awesome, nice part
so short part
me is greedy want more
what is wrong with geet
I guess she is still living in past so
may be I'm wrong
continue soon

Originally posted by: preethia

loved the update

but i dont understand wat geet is getting so hyper abt

surely anyone can manage 2career marriage is she afraid of making adjustments

THIRTY EIGHT

"I am a woman," she said, "and I am a writer, a published author. The writer part of my being is intricately entwined with the woman. Without my writing, I wouldn't be complete, whole, the total essence of who I am."

"My work, Mr. Khurana, my writing, does not get written in on the calendar when I'm in the mood. It's my focus, my purpose, my center, my life. Everything else takes second seat."

"But--"

"You just happened to meet me when I was starting a two-week vacation'fourteen days, and not one hour more. Those vacations only happen two or three times a year. The remainder of the time I work."

"I'm in my office eight, ten, even twelve hours a day. I rarely see anyone, or go anywhere. I;m totally immersed in the story I'm writing, in the characters. I laugh with them, cry with them, become them, in order to make them alone and real to the people who read my books. I have no room for anything or anyone else during those months."

"I thought--" Maan whispered, staring at her with wide eyes.

"I knew what you thought--" she rushed on. "A vacation would be nice? Oh, what the heck, I'll just take two weeks off. Have a baby? Tend to a house? Hey, no problem. My little hobby of writing books could be juggled into someplace. You're wrong here Mr. Khurana, it's a crime."

Maan got to his feet. "Why didn't you tell me all of this before? You led me to believe--"

"No. You drew your own conclusions. I was following my strict vacation rules for stepping away from my world of writing. I was concentrating on what Annie and Pari convinced me to take on The Project. They felt you were focusing all your energies on work, and needed to be shown how to relax, have fun."

Oh no! Babaji! She thought frantically. She hadn't meant to say that, to bring up the subject of The Project. It would sound so terribly cold and calculating, with no feelings.

Maan stiffened, every muscle in his body tightening to the point of actual pain.

"The project?" he repeated, his voice omniously low. "The rules of your vacation call for you to put space between yourself and your writing, to take on a 'project', and I was it for you this time?"

"Well, guess what. Annie and Pari convinced me to take you on as my assignment because they were worried about how hard you were working."

"They were matchmaking, being Cupids," Geet said, her eyes widening.

"Right. I'd give them a piece of my mind about their scheme, but I believe they did it out of genuine caring. The thing is, in my case what they hoped would happen actually happened. I fell in love with you. But you? Ah, damn it, Geet, you--" He stopped speaking and shook his head.

Geet pressed trembling fingertips to her lips as she watched Maan stare up at the ceiling for a long moment, struggling to control his emotions. When he looked at her again, she felt instant tears burn her eyes as she saw the anger in his eyes change to pain.

"It was all a game to you, wasn't it?" he said, his voice flat. "A project, something to do to keep from being bored while you took time off from work."

"Maan--"

"What a fool I've been," he went on, self-disgust in his voice. "How did you keep a straight face, not fall on the floor laughing, when I talked about wanting to marry you, have babies with you, spend the rest of my life with you?"

He dragged one hand through his hair.

"Oh hey, I've got it." He snapped his fingers. "This was all research for your next book. Right? Well, you'll have some sizzling love scenes to put on paper. No, correct that. Sex scenes. That's what it was to you'just casual sex."

"Maan, no," she said, tears filling her eyes. "Please, it wasn't a game, or research, I swear it wasn't." tears spilled onto her pale cheeks.

"Ashk, Shehzaadi Geet?" There was, a bitter edge in his voice. "Nice touch. You're an actress, as well as a famous author."

He paused.

"No''" he said slowly. "I think this whole number is more complex than it appears. I think you're playing games with yourself, as well."

"What'..what do you mean?" she said, wiping the tears away.

"You're hiding Geet. You were hurt once, and you're so damn scared of it happening again that you're using your writing as an excuse not to square off against life and the risk people run if they embrace it. You're so terrified of reality that you live your life through make believe characters."

"That's not true."

"Isn't it? You can control those characters, decide on everything they'll say, guarantee them a happy ending by having them so exactly what you dictate. You venture out into the real world for a couple of weeks here and there, then take it back behind your protective walls, hole up in your office where it's safe."

"You transport yourself back in time to another era as an extra precaution against the 'now' of your existence being able to touch you. You don't allow anyone into that space, that place in history, where you exist. Oh, yes, Geet, you're hiding."

"No."

"Think about it. Or don't think about it. I don't care. I've had enough of this."

He turned and started across the room.

"Maan, wait."

He hesitated, then stopped, shifting slightly to look at her.

"No, thanks. You're a great writer Geet. I really believed that truth, trust and honesty were important to you because they were emphasized in every novel of yours I read. What a joke. I was a joke to you, too, and that hurts. That hurts like hell."

"I just hope it doesn't take me too long to put you entirely out of my heart and mind, to forget that I love you. I don't think it will be too tough, because the truth of the matter is, I never really knew you at all. It was all a game of make-believe."

He turned and strode away. A few moments later, Geet heard the front door slam. She flinched as the loud noise reverberated through the house.

"Maan, don't go," she said, nearly choking on a sob. Tears streamed unchecked and unnoticed down her face and along the neck. "You're wrong. I love you, Maan Singh Khurana."

She sank back onto the sofa and buried her face in her hands.

The only sounds on the large room were the crackling flames in the fireplace, and the heartbroken weeping of Geet Handa.

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