MILAN- The Final Destination
PART- 71
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He stood up; there was a limit of how much stabbing a person could take in a day n he was no more capable. Before leaving the room he stopped at the door.
Where did you stay?
Motel.
Which one?
Th..e one on... the ring road. He left n she cried.
Her tears finally dried n it seemed her heart had came to her throat. Her nose was also blocked while mind was trying to comprehend about the things that happened. The night was cursed, he had said he loved her but she was sure those words were meaningless but then what was the need to say something like that. Was the hurt she was already going though not enough that he had to make fun of her in such a vicious way?
Although she knew he was lying she felt rancid remembering the faint pain she saw while she pushed him away. But why?
The day which had started just fine, ended on such a bad note that she felt like dying that very moment. Nothing made sense n she didn't wanted to think anymore. Her eyes were droopy but she knew sleep wouldn't come easily, not to her. So she took two pills n laid down, remembering the kiss.
Involuntarily her hands came up n she touched her lips.
He looked at his hands. Her touch was lingering there, there was nothing like her in the whole world she was just one...n the only for him n he wanted to ask god why? Why only he had to deal with the ache when she didn't care a bit.
In spite of everything he didn't regret the kiss; it was too idyllic to harbour penitence. Though he extremely regretted those three words he uttered like complete lunatic, how much more foolish he could get? He had thought he was over her but he was so wrong. He was jinxed to love her, she was etched all over n he couldn't erase her name from his heart, his brain, his soul. This was what he repented.
Still why he said that he loved her on her face? It was like her tears, her touch awakened all the past memories n all the feelings, the realisation of how good it would have been if they were together... it all flooded the his barrenness like tsunami n the words just came out unhindered n look how brutally she pushed him away as if his feeling meant nothing, he meant nothing. Was it true? Did he really mean nothing to her?
He was crying now, tears made their way out, tears of rejection, shame n regret. God he so much wanted to take those words back, to spin the wheel of time back. But what was done was done n he hated himself n more than that he hated her. He hated her because she made him love her against his wish. He opened his cupboard n grabbed the leather belt.
So she left him again not giving him even one chance to explain. He was walking on the deserted road n heavens were pouring down mimicking his tears. He fell on his knees she left him to go through this hell alone.
He had nowhere to go. His had shifted to KM temporarily after his Dad's arrival but he didn't want to go there, because his dad no Mr. Khurana wanted him to get engaged without his knowledge. He snatched his love,
Maan didn't even know if he should be blaming him but at moment everyone seemed at fault. The paper in his hand was getting soaked in rain, he quickly placed it in his pocket. It was Geet's last belonging... she had left him with this paper n he had to spend his life with this only.
Maan reached his rented house that was in front of Geet's house. He rang the door bell n Prem opened the door. Immediately he knew something was utterly wrong.
Maan what happened to you. Prem pulled his dishevelled friend inside.
Ge...et. Maan's voice broke as he said.
Prem got tensed he had never seen
Maan like this, he was always strong n had gone through some of the worst circumstances but not once he saw him crying n here he was practically weeping, he looked so... weak, devastated.
Geet ko kya hua? Is she alright?
Wo mujhe chod k chali gai. Maan said like a child. Even his drenched state did nothing to hide the tears n Prem was not able understanding anything.
Maan please... Prem tried to make him sit on the sofa but Maan didn't budge. I do not understand anything.
What do you not understand... huh? Maan blasted. Geet left forever n she will never come back...he cried n screamed at the same time.
First you calm down... Prem held him by shoulder.
Calm down..? Calm down...? You are asking me to calm down. Maan pushed Prem away with a force that almost made him stumble to the ground. It's all because of you.
He felt like blaming everyone, destroying everything. Prem understood his condition n tried to help him but Maan was out of control. Right now everyone was culprit n everyone was his enemy.
Leave me alone. He roared then wiping his tears left for his room n Prem decided to give him some time. He called both Meera n Geet...n while Meera didn't answered the call, Geet's phone was out of reach.
Even his room was filled her but only virtually, she was nowhere to be found. The thought that he would never see her face, hear her voice, kiss her lips, feel her skin... nearly killed him. He was amazed how he was still breathing. Why he hadn't noticed anything? Did anyone say something to her? Why she didn't thought about telling him, talking to him once before taking such a big decision for both of them.
He was not able to comprehend the anything n ignorance was no bliss right now. It was like a nightmare; the only difference was that he was fully awake n he knew it would never fade into nothingness. This nightmare was his reality from now on. But how was he going to live without her? She didn't say anything... n left him to die every moment.
Why??? Geet... Why? He cried.
All the blistering emotions made their way out in a violent manner; he broke whatever came into his sight. His room just in mere seconds looked like it was hit by a tornado. But he was not satisfied, perhaps it was his entire fault... only if he knew, he could have stopped her... he would have stopped her.
He pulled out his belt n first hit was filled with sheer pain though it was nothing compared to the one his heart was going though. Second, third were also agonizing but then his mind hardened n became somewhat used to the fierce whips that came one after the other. He stopped after being fully drained, his skin was burning n cloths were torn.
He wanted it more n raised his hand for one more whip but the belt slipped out of his trembling hand.
In the silent his breaths were the only sound heard, his whole body was flaunting his inner sting n there was only one solace.
Unfortunately the inner soreness didn't subsided instead it intensified. He desperately wanted to see her, just once talk to her for the last time. Then he was ready to even die, that would be actually a gift if he dies. Life was nothing without his Geet, his toy girl.
He climbed the pipe n jumped into Geet's room. Her smell greeted him n a smile touched his face, a sad smile, a smile filled with craving, grief. Geet had packed in a hurry n so some of her belongings were left in the room.
Taking one of her tops, he kissed it like insane. He was completely exhausted n he wanted her badly, as bad as a drowning man needs oxygen...but helpless he was n so simply slumped on her bed n slept hugging her pillow, cloths n stuffed toys.
Geet felt weight over her, the warmness was overwhelming. She wanted to open her eyes but the pills didn't allowed moreover she felt good, what if the comfort was just a dream n faded as soon she woke up... so she stayed in sleep, with an anonymous assurance that no nightmare would disturb her tonight.
PRECAP- Maan enquiring about Geet
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Edited by OsheenDGr8 - 12 years ago
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