SS Divorce (MG) last part page 120/31stDEC'12 - Page 7

The dinner was over, I felt very strange today, though since many years Geet did not have her dinner with us, and for last 3 & years she was not even living with us, still the knowledge that she would not ever again be there sitting on my opposite corner making faces, felt strange.

She would be in her apartment, reading those papers and eating something while working on her designs.

In the initial years I had a difficulty in understanding her ways, she was very different from what I am.

She worked late at nights, watched TV, switched on music and even munched junk food while completing her college works. I thought once she is over with her college her habits would change, but she remained as she was, and to be frank I did not mind her ways, she added spice in my otherwise tasteless life.

I still remember the day I was told that I had to marry her, I was shocked.

My grandfather was a very good friend of Daljeet Handa, her grandfather, he wanted one of his grandson's to get married to his granddaughter.

I was after Sameera broken our engagement an announced bachelor, I have already told that I will not marry now, maybe sometime in future.

Therefore it was decided that my younger brother Dev will have to marry Geet, Dev himself was 19 yrs not of marriageable age, it was ok with both families as Geet who was soon to be 17 was studying in 1^st year of Bachelor's in Fashion Technology.

But Dev was in love with Naintara his junior at college from where he was doing mechanical engineering. He approached me, I requested my mother to consider Dev's love.

She just smiled and went with her works.

I had no clue what happened later, as I went for a 15 day conference to London and that probably was my last conference. I never went to attend any conferences after that.

These conferences always brought bad news for me; Sameera also broke with me after I returned from a 10 day conference.

That time also when I came back I found that Dev was missing; he had left the house and went to stay in a hostel. The mansion was full with preparations of marriage.

Mother came to me and told me that as Dev has refused to marry I was to take his place, she has talked to the Handa's and they were more than happy to get the older of the son's.

I was shocked, I was not ready for marriage and that too now, though the marriage was a month later.

I decided to meet this girl, Geet, I asked permission from my mother who was happy about the fact that I showed interest.

She went with me to HSPur.

I met Geet, she was a simple girl in 2^nd year, she was not much aware of what has happened, she never knew that she was to marry Dev, the only thing she knew was that she were to get married to Khurana son as soon as she completed her degree.

She was sweet and innocent; I instantly liked her, though I did not tell this to my mother. She talked a lot; she told me that she was OK with the marriage as far as her in laws allowed her to study. And as she was studying in Delhi, she could continue.

I did not say much but I promised myself to keep her happy. I also pledged not to repeat the same mistake that I did with Sameera. I knew my mother was a bit too possessive about me. She had hated Sameera as she felt insecure about sharing me.

But this time I will play smartly, I will allow Geet to work as she will also be busy and will give as much love and understanding to her. I really liked her.

I did not tell my mother that I liked Geet; I just said that the girl is fine and I will marry her just because she wanted it.

And soon I was married to Geet. What I did not know was that after so much precaution also this Divorce would happen.

When Geet told me that she was leaving the house, I was not surprised, I knew this would happen, my love was not only divided but I also loved her with a fear of losing either her or my mother. And it was too much for her.

She never came between me and my mother, she was smart and intelligent. She never said anything when my mother did not let her look after her own kids.

She did not even react when Agni was sent to the hostel. But when Aarohi was sent, it was too much, she left KM never to return.

My mother was not at all surprised; she just gave her age old smile. Only good thing was that my grandfather was no more.

Then that day when she came to ask for Divorce, I knew it, I know her inside out, she is an open book, too easy to read. What could I say? I cannot change my mother, since Dev left she is more possessive.

So I let go Geet free, I could at least do something good for her.

In the days of courtship, that is the month when I came to know that I were to get married to Geet, I called her regularly, we talked for hours, I had given her a number that was new and unknown to my mother. I knew that if my mother discovers that I was slowly getting to love Geet, she would do something to break the engagement.

I let my mother think that I was marrying just for her wish.

Our wedding night, I was too nervous, OK what if I am a man, aren't man nervous.

I came to my sorry our room, she was not anywhere, I was confused. Then I heard her voice from the dressing room, she was as usual talking to her Babaji complaining.

I entered the room to find her all messed up, her duppatta was hanging half way, her jewellery was all scattered, she was a scene to look at, I almost laughed, she glared at me, and scolded me for layghing at her plight.

I asked her what was wrong and she told me that there were so many pins in her dress that she was not able to get rid of that 100 kg load, she meant her heavy lehnga odhani.

I helped her get rid of the pins and as soon as the last pin was untangled she pushed me out and closed the door with a bang.

I waited for her to come out. She came out wearing a house coat. I looked suspiciously at her and frowned. She said that all her night dresses were too bad for her taste. They exposed more than they covered.

My breath almost stopped imagining her in this attire, but she continued cursing her Bhabhis about their taste.

After she had spoken too much, I covered her lips with my palm and told her to relax, she froze and soon we were into each other.

She reciprocated my feelings with equal fervor. We were one. Our hearts were one.

In the morning I woke her up with sweet nothings, she was lost in my charm as much as I was lost in hers.

I helped her get ready.

It became my daily ritual to help her dry her hair. And select what she would wear.

But once I was out of our room, I did not respond to her. I did not talk to her.

I did not want my mother to ill treat her just because she would fear that she is taking her son from her.

I could not explain this to Geet, but she soon got use to it. She never talked to me in my mother's presence. She did not even try to serve me meals.

She was very confused when she got pregnant with 6 months of our marriage. My mother was very happy.

Geet was not prepared for lids before completing her degree, but for the sake of my mother she kept quite.

After Agni was born, Geet was very happy, she planned so many things for the kid, how she will manage between her college and her son, she had everything planned, but my mother she stepped in and took Agni from her.

This broke her but slowly I helped her recover I loved her even more but only inside the 4 walls.

When Aarohi was born, she was free as her college was over. But my mother did not let her take care of her daughter also.

Geet kept quite, but I knew she was broken again.

Geet started her own fashion house to keep herself busy. She was very good in her work. As she got busier she distanced from everyone. I did not mind, as far as I could see a smile on her face I was satisfied, and she loved her work, only thing she did not have to share with my mother.