Shackles of Love#12#MG Chapter 45-46 - Page 101

I was kind of disappointed in the last update with the comments. Still.

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CHAPTER 46:

One person who was happy at this turn of events was Sameera. She watched as Geet ran away from there, stifling her sobs. She felt an iota of pity for the young girl, who was so obviously in love with this hard embittered man.

And her words just now had proved her suspicions. Maan wasn't in love with Geet, he just couldn't love anyone. He must have married her for some other reason, and she would definitely find that out.

She turned her eyes back to the man standing with his back to her. He was still the embodiment of all things male. He had aged, but it had only added to his attractiveness. She feasted her eyes on his masculine frame, drinking in his beauty, regretting her actions that day. Had she not been in such a hurry to get him to accept her, they would have still been together. Well, all was not lost. She was back now. And she would ensure that she got her man back! And she would do anything to achieve her goal.

Straightening her shoulders, she went ahead, knowing that the battle ahead was tough. She knew Maan was a man of his words, it would take time, but she would get him to bend in front of her love. And she did love him, with all her heart.

Approaching him from behind, she felt his shoulders stiffen as he felt her presence. Her heart gladdened at the thought that he could still recognize her presence.

"Maan…" she whispered huskily, as she placed a well manicured hand on Maan's shoulder to gain his attention. He withdrew from her touch instantaneously as if he was scalded, and turned to her. But his features were bland, not giving away anything.

"What do you want Sameera? Why have you come back now?" he asked disinterestedly.

"Tut. Tut. Tut. Maan, it's been so long since we met, and you didn't even ask me how I am." She complained, pouting her lips to best effect.

Maan looked at the woman in front of him, his body screaming with distaste at her proximity. In one part of his mind, he wondered that he was so unaffected by her proximity.

"Looking at you, I would say you are doing well." He mocked, "After all, the wife of a multi-millionaire business tycoon wouldn't actually want for anything now, would she?"

"Widow, Maan, widow! Not wife. I am no longer anyone else's wife." She stated her intentions loud and clear.

"Whatever Sameera! Is there a point to this accosting? Or you just wanted to exchange pleasantries?"

"Still the same old MSK, haan? Never beat around the bush." she taunted, but he refused to comment and finally after the silence had stretched for long enough, she said, "Your heart knows why I am here Maan." she implored seductively.

Maan turned away, revulsion evident in his manner, "I neither know nor do I care!"

"Yes you do! You still care Maan. If you didn't you would have moved on with someone else. But you didn't. You still love me! You will always love only me!"

He turned back to pass her a look full of incredulous loathing, "Shut up Sameera just shut up! Love? What love are you talking about? You crushed all that love for your greed! There is no love left, only hatred that you brewed!"

Sameera grabbed his biceps and turned him to face her, so that she could look into his eyes and make him believe her. "Maan I made a mistake. We were young. I couldn't think straight. Believe it or not, I didn't care about the money; I just wanted you to prove to me that I was the most important person in your life. I couldn't bear to share you with anyone. I couldn't bear not being your top priority."

"Apni bakwaas band karo! You were and still are a mercurial B****. Had you really loved me, you would never have…." He broke off, thinking back to that dark day when it had all ended for him! He punched the wall behind him in frustration, scrapping his knuckles badly, but the physical pain did nothing to soothe the emotional pain still eating away his soul. He had failed. He had failed at the most crucial moment in his life, and he would forever regret that he couldn't do a thing that day.

"I hate you for doing that to me Sameera! I will always hate you!"

"Hate is better than nothing Maan! Haven't you heard, there is a very fine line between hate and love"

"Sameera you are welcome to live in your illusions, but if you would excuse me, I need to go!"

"I haven't come this far to just let you go this easily Maan! What did you think? This meeting is a coincidence? I have been planning this for months. And now I have you where I want you. We have the deal signed. You can't back out now. So the next few months of your life will be spent with me, and that's all the time I need to get you to see that you still love me!" She threw her trump card triumphantly.

Maan laughed out loud, but inside he was seething, "You think so Sameera? Aren't you forgetting something?"

At her questioning look, he answered viciously, "Geet. Mrs. Geet Maan Singh Khurrana. My wife."

Sameera sniggered, "Ohh? You mean that poor girl you were just abusing?" she hit out. "I heard what she said; it's obvious that you have married her for some reason which is NOT love! So don't think that your so-called wife would make any difference to my plans."

"Mind your tongue Sameera! If you say one word against her, I will not spare you. Geet is not like u. She is a nice girl" He barked.

Sameera was taken aback by the vehemence in his voice, but she calmed herself and laughed, "Mai kaha kuch bol rahi hu? Tumne hi to bola, in fact your actions spoke for you. Don't delude yourself or me that you love her. I would rather have you hate me than have that insipid word 'nice' associated with your feelings for me." She taunted.

But he had already left, unable to bear her for a moment longer.

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Maan made his way to the bar, and ordered himself a drink. Right now he needed something to calm his nerves. He grabbed the glass of scotch the waiter put in front of him and knocked it down straight. However, even the burning liquid couldn't deviate his mind from the burning deep within him.

He was about to ask for another when a hand stopped him. "That's enough Maan!" Dev said sternly. "Why are you walking back into that hell that woman pushed you into? I thought Maan Singh Khurrana was stronger than that" he taunted.

"Dev!"

"Maan wake up and smell the roses. Jo beet chukka hai use bhool jao. You can't change the past Maan. But you can learn from it and move on. Tum kab tak apne aap ko us galti ki sazaa doge jo shayad tumhari thi hi nahi?"

Maan tried to leave from there, unable to bear his words. But Dev was adamant, "It's high time that someone knocks some sense into you Maan!" he retorted. "Aaj tumhe meri baat sunni hi padhegi! I know everything." Man looked at him, shocked at Dev's words.

"I know why you married Geet. I came to know about the financial crisis which occurred in my absence and then it was not hard to work out the reason behind your sudden marriage." Dev clarified.

"And the point is..." Maan scowled.

"The point is that you have been given a second chance to live in the form of Geet. And you would be the biggest fool on this planet if you let her go!"

"Well, since you know so much, let me tell you that mine and Geet's is a contract marriage for 6 months. Usse zyaada kuch nahi. Samjhe tum? I don't love Geet. I can never love anyone ever again!""

Dev knew that the words were uttered in defense, that Maan didn't really mean them. His voice lacked the conviction. But to the woman who overheard their conversation, it was like a death knell to all her dreams.

Not wanting to hear any more truths, Geet decided to leave before she broke down completely.

Had she waited to hear the entire conversation, she would have realized that her efforts were just about to bear fruit. The eternal night was giving in to a beautiful dawn.

But it was probably never meant to be.

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