Geet (shockingly thought): Pote!!! She'd hoped he might only be a watchman, but actually he was the owner of the house. The knowledge made Geet feel slightly ill at the same time that her pride forced her to lift her chin and calmly meet Maan's ruthless stare. Acknowledging the brief introduction with a curt nod, he seated himself on the front chair and looked at Shyam, who was serving breakfast. He served Maan his black coffee. Maan sipped the black coffee and stared dangerously at Shyam.
Maan: Why the coffee is cold?
Shyam: Extremely sorry Sir. Mai abi nayi coffee banake lata hu.
He rushed out. Dadima rolled her eyes at his all-time favourite cold behavior.
Dadima: Maan hum sooch rahe the Geet should have a new wardrobe, something bright'
Maan:No Geet's urge to flee promptly overpowered every other instinct.
Geet: umm' Dadima mera nashta ho gaya. Mujhe kuch kaam hai.
Dadima shot her a grateful, apologetic look and politely nodded yes. When Geet left Dadima shot a glare to Maan.
Dadima: Maan ye konsa tareeka hua baat karne ka. None of this is Geet's fault. You must understand that.
Maan (sarcastically): Really? And does that whining little beggar understand that this is my house and I don't want her here?
Geet forgot her handkerchief when she left the dinning hall, she was coming back to the dinning hall when she heard Maan's comment, she stopped in mid-way "WHINNING LITTLE BEGGAR". She felt humiliated and went back to her room. Apparently, Dadima had invited her without his grandson's consent. Geet's face was pale but set as she walked into her room and opened her bag.
Back in the dinning hall, Dadima was pleading Maan.
Dadima: Geet yaha apni marzi se nahi aayi Maan, humne use bulaya hai.
Maan (harshly): Mai kuch sunna nahi chahta Dadima. I want her out of here tomorrow. Send her to anywhere, mujhe usse koi matlab nahi hai. I'm not going to spend a cent on her.
Dadima: Maan, I know you aren't as heartless and unfeeling as you sound right now. At least let me tell you about her.
Leaning back in his chair, Maan regarded Geet's story with icy boredom while Dadima plowed doggedly ahead.
Dadima: Her parents were killed a few days ago in an accident. Even her relatives are not willing to take her. In one tragic day Geet lost her mother, her father, her home, her sister, her security; everything.
When Maan remained silent and unmoved, Dadima ran out of patience.
Dadima: Maan have you forgotten how you felt when you lost Sahil? Geet has lost all three of the people she loved. Think how she feels, Maan! You're not unacquainted with death and loss, or have you forgotten the pain?
Dadima's words hit home with enough force to make Maan wince. Dadima saw this and she pressed further.
Dadima: She's as innocent and lost as a child, Maan. She has no one left in the world except me and you, whether you like it or not. Aap kya sochte hai Maan hume kuch pata nahi hai yaha kal kya hua hoga? I could tell that her reception here yesterday humiliated her terribly. If she thinks she isn't wanted, she'll find some way to leave here. And if that happens, I will never forgive you Maan.
Maan enraged seeing his Dadima taking part of Geet. It infuriated him to the core. Maan: Oh, please Dadima. If your little angel is so dammed innocent and so courageous, why did she agree to marry me?
Dadima: I made that announcement without her knowledge; she knows nothing of it. Call it overenthusiasm on my part. I assure you, she has no wish to marry you. Even I doubt Geet would have you, even if you wanted her. You're much too rude and hard for a gentle, simple and idealistic girl like her. I dare say Maan agar Geet ko is announcement ka pata chala, she would swoon dead away! She would take her own life before'
Maan interrupted mildly.
Maan: I think, I have the picture. But what about that stupid announcement?
Dadima: Don't bother about it Maan. I'll think of some way to rescind it without causing embarrassment to either of you. Go Maan talk to her. Hume lagta hai kal ke or aaj ke aapke behaviour ki wajah se kahi wo yaha se chali na jaye.
A vision of dark-lashed, glowing almond eyes and a face too beautiful to be real drifted through Maan's mind. He remembered the entrancing smile that had touched her soft lips a few minutes ago, before she became aware of his presence in the dinning hall. Dadima: Please Maan jake unse baat kijiye.
Maan: Thik hai Dadima agar aap yahi chahti hai to mai Geet se baat karuga.
With that Maan left from there to talk to Geet.
Dadima (monologue): Beta hume maaf kar dijiye humne aapko itna gehra dukh yaad dilwaya. Par hamare paas koi raasta nahi tha. Ye sab humne aapke achhe future ke liye hi kiya hai.
In her room Geet was packing her bag while Maan's words hammered painfully in her brain. Whining little beggar'..I don't want her here'..Whining little beggar''. She hadn't found a new home at all, she thought hysterically. Fate had merely been playing a vicious joke on her. Standing up again she turned toward the door and let out a grasp of fright.
Geet: You!
She choked glaring at the tall forbidding figure lounging just inside the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. Angry with herself for letting him see her fright, she put her chin up, absolutely determined not to let him intimidate her again.
Geet: Kya kisi ne aapko sikhaya nahi ki kisi ke room me enter karne se pehle knock kiya jata hai.
Maan (mocked): Knock? When the door is already open?
He shifted his attention to her bag and raised his eyebrows.
Maan: Are you leaving?
Geet: Obviously.
Maan: Why?
She burst out in disbelief.
Geet: Why? Because I am not a whining little beggar, and for your information, I hate being a burden to anyone.
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