MG FF-VIVAH - Thread 5 - Page 18

Originally posted by: ritzy09

Hi Deepa,

She was forced to sell it in a way. She really wanted that house for a long time and Hope symbolises what she has achieved whereas ouse symbolises what she want to have along with security.

She never planned to sell Hope. She only sold her other paintings but when Arjun proposed a deal, she finally got tempted to sell off Hope in eturn for a dream she was yet to achieve.

She knows Maan likes that painting but not it;s importance. We know it as readers because I showed you Maan's POV.

But Maan never voiced his inner feelings to her. He did not tell her what it means to him other than asking her if she will sell it to him in their first meeting. Yes he places it in thier bedroom but that was after Geet wanted it to bring it to KM. She just saw his concern for her not his emotions with the painting.

In her mind she only evaluated Hope's importance to her and not to him because he never expressed...

I got loads of mixed reactions and thanks for giving me such an honest feedback. Thank you all and I accept that all of you may not agree with my POV but I just felt that it was time for Geet to express her pain and not keep it in any longer. Only when the slate is blank, new pictures can be drawn on it.

I wanted to respond to all of individually for such wonderful and thought provoking comments but then I realized that I have no more words to say other than "Thanks You so much" to all of you. So thanks a lot guys. Some of you brought tears to my eyes and I am going to cherish each and every comment again and again.

This time I am not late and truly hoping that you will enjoy next few chapters though they are going to be emotional.

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Chapter 35

"Aapko chaha humne par hum aapke dil mein jagah bana na sake

Aapko puja humne par aapke mann k mandir ki chaukat hum landh na sake

Jaante the hum k aapki khushboo hum apni ruh mein samet na sakenge

Par UMEED toh thi k shayad aapke kadmo ki dhool kuch pal humari parchayi ko mehkayenge

Issi umeed ne humse ye gunah karwadiya

Na jaane kab iss dil ne aapki dhadkano ki mauj ko apna liya

Ab meri umeed khwaishe bun chuki hai

Bechani bankar humari saaso mein karwate le rahi hai

Naadan dil ki gustaki toh dekhiye aapko paane ki tamanna liye baitha hai ye

Sheeshe ke rishto ko pyar ke bharosemannd dor se bandhne chala hai ye

Najane hawa ne aaj kaunsa rukh apna liya

Sachayi ke aaine se humara rubaru karwadiya

Jaan chuke hai hum nahi hum aapke dil mein

Sapne dekhe the jo, wo toh jal gaye guzre hue palo mein

Nahi aap bewafa par humari wafao ki kashish dhundli padh chuki hai

Aapke intezaar mein biti hui har raat katra katra bankar humare palko se bheh chuki hai

Jis rishte ki thi aas ussi rishte se darr lagta hai

HUMSAFAR banne ki thi UMEED hume par FARZ KI LATAKTI HUI TALWAAR humari ruh ko janjor detha hai

Nahi jee sakthe ab hum iss kashmash mein

chod di humne UMEED ki wo har gali

Aapko paana shayad nahi humari kismat mein

Bun chuke hai hum bina khusboowali ek murjaayi hui si kali"

Thank you Piya for such a lovely poem depicting Geet's heart

Maan's plane touched down Delhi airport in the afternoon. He frustratingly moved through the immigration lines and it was evening by the time he reached home. He had not informed anyone about his early return as he wanted to see the twinkle in Geet's eyes because of this surprise.

He reached home and Daadima, Meera, Dev and Vicky all greeted him excitedly. He was little disappointed not to find Geet when Daadima told him that she will come back late as she has gone to Naldhera.

Maan could not understand what work she could have in such a small place but then shrugged off thinking what did he know about art?

He went upstairs to freshen up. As he walked out of the bathroom while wiping his face his eyes automatically went to the wall where "Hope" hung. He was startled to find it missing and for a moment could not understand how that was possible. He felt as if something intrinsic and important to his relationship with Geet had been snatched away. All rationale left his brain and a sudden fear of loosing Geet took grips. As he stared at the empty wall, that fear soon turned to determination to not let go off his destiny this time and then to a blinding rage.

He threw the towel away and marched downstairs.

"Daadima….Meera!!!!"

Daadima was startled by Maan's raised voice.

"Kya hua beta…aap aise kyon chila rahe ho?"

[What happened son…why are you shouting like this?]

"Where is "Hope"?"

"What?"

""Hope" – painting in my room, where is it?"

Daadima was confused.

"What do you mean? Wahi hogi beta…painting kahan jayegi?"

[What do you mean? It will be there only…where will it go?]

Maan exhaled as his anger kept on increasing with his frustration.

"Yeh ho kya raha hai. You think I am mad. I just said it is not there and no one in this house seems to have any idea."

Just then Geet entered the house. On one side she had she had sold off her prized possession - her painting and another side she held the keys to her new house. Keys which felt like a symbol of security in between the sea of insecurities in her heart.

Maan turned towards her and first thing which came out of his mouth in anger was - "Where is "Hope"?"

Geet was surprised to see Maan standing in front of her with eyes spitting fire. She could not fathom the issue and replied softly – "Aap kab aaye? Aap toh…"

Maan ignored her question and asked her emphatically - "I asked where is "Hope"? Do you know or even you don't where it is?"

"Haan woh, I auctioned it"

"You did what?"

Geet continued with the explanation which she had used to console herself.

"I was getting a very good deal…as a matter of fact it puts me right there with the league of great artist so I auctioned it"

Maan could not digest the words coming out of her mouth and his anger peaked.

"Why, you told me that painting was not for sale."

"Geet shrugged her shoulders – "Ya I know but I sold it because I was offered a good price and…"

Before she could continue, Maan held her shoulders tightly and shook her hard – "Price, Deal…that painting was your first painting…damn it. What deal could be good enough for you to sell it? What difference does the money will make that you sold it"

Daadima was alarmed looking Maan getting so angry and she tried to intervene.

Geet answered before Daadima could say anything – "I am an artist Maan and the price of that painting is an indicator of my popularity.

"Price is not an indicator of anything and you know it Geet."

Geet could not understand his anger and why he cared for the painting so much. He liked the painting but his words were again making the demons of uncertainty raise its head and cloud her judgment. His hands were paining her shoulders and she struggled to come out of his grasp.

Geet responded in frustration loosing her calm but still softly – "Why are you making such a big issue out of it. Ok fine, I needed the money. I won't have sold it but I wanted the money to buy a house I have been looking to buy now for a long time."

Daadima gasped as Dev and Meera looked at her in horror.

Maan was shocked hearing her words. Till now he was upset that the painting was gone and thought it was due to some wrong decision but it was absolutely hard for him to believe that his wife sold off her first painting…mark of her career because she needed money. His pride was hurt thinking that his wife thought him incapable of supporting her. He totally missed the thought that maybe she didn't ask him because he never gave her that right.

He totally lost it and jerked her arm holding it tight. Geet winced even as Daadima tried to calm Maan knowing fully well that it will be hard with kind of rage she could see in his eyes.

"Maan beta…thoda shanti se kam lijiye…."

[Maan beta…please take it easy…]

Maan failed to understand the importance of the house for her. His ego was bruised and without knowing the complete truth he spoke out harshly -

"What!!! You sold it for money. Why the hell….even if you wanted to buy the damn house you could have asked me. You could have asked Dev dammit if I was not here. How could you…You are my wife!!!! My Honor!!! My responsibility!!! How could you….

Maan's words acted like kerosene on the fire burning in her heart. All those thoughts she had been fighting in his absence came forward taking over completely on all rational. She failed to realize his concern for her and she was not even aware of new found love he felt for her. Words like "Honor" and "Responsibility" just reminded her of burden she was on him and her already fragile mental strength finally broke. All that pain, yearning and love which was filled in her heart came out as silent tears from her eyes.

Maan loosened the grip as some sense of sanity started to seep in at the sight of those tears. Geet removed his every finger from her arm and pushed his hand back.

"Yes, I know I am nothing more than a responsibility for you. You are a man of your words and honor and traditions matter more than anything else. But I refuse to be a burden and a liability on anyone. My parents have bought me up with enough self respect to reach out for my dreams on my own. That house is not damn house but my dream house. But it's ok if you don't understand. You do not need to take care of me because of the mere name of a relationship and I refuse to be reason of someone's pain.

I am not your responsibility. I give you the freedom Maan you always wanted…you are free."

Daadima was horrified with turn of events.

She tried to pacify Geet – "Beta yeh aap kaisi baat kar rahi hain?"

[Beta, what are you saying?]

But Geet just wiped her tears and walked away silently to her room.

Daadima turned to Maan – "Maan!!!"

khata na teri hai, khata na meri hai,

Dil ki bandishon ne , itna waqt laga diya,

tere ehsaas dil mein dastak dene tak ,

tere aur mere beech mein faasla bada diya

by Anu (Hermoso)

Precap - Understanding each other's perspective.