MG SS Hamaari Prem Kahaani Thread 1 - Page 93

Faint sounds of the chirping of birds hit my ears as I opened my eyes. It was still dark just about time for dawn, I slowly moved out of Maan's embrace making my way to the balcony. Today was Our Special Day and I wanted to witness that moment when the first ray of light hits the dark sky indicating the arrival of the new day, a better tomorrow...

As I stood there waiting for the glory of nature to unveil, a pair of strong hands encircled around my waist resting his chin on my shoulder and gluing my back to his chest as he spoke.

" Iss nayi subah ka swaagat hum milke karenge Geet"!!!

On that very moment faint traces of light spread across the sky eliminating all the darkness around and both of together wished each other.

"Good morning Maan!"

"Good morning Geet!"

It was truly a spectacular and spell bounding sight. The black, blue, yellow, orange shades painted across the sky. The lush green trees and grassy slopes, as if washed by the dew drops slowly surfacing out of the blanket of the night. The sparkling of the water as the suns rays hit them brightening up the whole atmosphere.

'A great start to a special day'!!!!!

Maan spoke diverting my attention from the magic of nature.

"Geet hamaara aanewala kal chahe jaisa bhi ho hum milke usse aise hi khoobsurat banayenge"!!!!!

We stood there just living the beautiful moment! When suddenly the colour of my mehendi caught my attention. It was the darkest shade of brown, not that I had any doubts but the feeling was simply amazing!!!

I turned around and kissed Maan on his nose. Surprised at my behaviour Maan inquired,"Aaj bada pyaar aa raha hein mujh par, aur apne haathon ko dekh ke muskuraane ki wajah "?

"Woh issliye kyon ki my darling hubby loves me sooo muchhh and I was just letting him know that I too love him sooo very muchhh..." I exclaimed.

"Oh! to yeh tumhaare haathon ne tumhe bataya"?

"Nahi pata to mujhe pehle se hi tha bas mere mehendi ke rang ne uss vishwas ko aur bhi ghaada (dark) aur pakka (solid) kar diya".

He looked confused just like that kid in the classroom when a maths problem just goes above his head. He looked so cute, though I dare not utter that word. I reminded myself.

"Aw! my darling DD, kehte hein jis ki haathon ki mehendi ka rang bahot gaadha hota hein uss ka pati usse bahot pyaar karta hein". Aur dekhiye meri mehendi ka rang kitna dark aaya hein". I cleared his confusion.

Keeping his hold firm on me he said, "Oh! Accha issliye mujhe aaj good morning kiss milli, par naak pe kyon"?

One part of me wanted to trouble and tease him by not answering his earnest question but the sincerity in his eyes made me give in. Today at this moment I wanted to give him that ONE answer.

"Yeh naak hi to hein jo aap ke liye sabse zyaada important hein. Maan Singh Khurana ki aan, baan, shaan, pehchaan, attitude, ego, gussa sab kuch to rehta hein yahaan. Aur iss par sirf aur sirf mera haque hein"!

"Yeh mera copyright hein, aap ki har ek ada aur khoobi mere sar aakhon pe".

"Aur yeh naak, 'MERA MAAN'!!!!!

(My Honour)

He just kept gazing at me with a different unexpressed emotion in his eyes and a smile on his face as he spoke.

"Aaj tumne bahot badi baat keh di hein Geet. Aaj tak bahot log the jo Maan Singh Khurana ke paise, position, power sab pe haque jatana chahte the par aaj jis cheez par tumne apna haque jataya, woh main hoon, meri zindagi ki poonji (treasure) hein. Jis ka dusron ki nazar mein KOI MOL (price) NAHI"! he finished with a chocked voice.

"WOH ANMOL HEIN!!! Meri nazar se dekhiye Maan". I just hugged him tight never to let him go.

In matter of some hours I had witnessed so many shades of Maan's persona. His anger , his claim, his emotional outburst, his vulnerability and his insecurity which he hid behind the tough exterior of ruthless businessman. I am happy that I could reach to and bring out the actual Maan.

"Maan", I screamed suddenly realizing we were getting late. We had spent quite a time out here. "Bahot der ho gayi hein dekho din nikal aaya hein, kitna kaam baaki hein, Dadimaa bhi kuch ghante mein aate hi honge. Mein aap ke liye coffee laati hoon". I concluded. But just as I tried to walk away he held my hand.

"Geet tum kahan jaa rahi ho, mein shaadi ke rasmo ke baare mein bahot to nahi jaanta par itna to jaanta hoon ke shaadi ke din dulhan koi kaam nahi karti. Issliye aaj nashta mein banaonga. So My dearest wifey, Maan Singh Khurana aap ki seva mein haazir hein". I couldn't believe what he just said to which he just nodded and assured that he had indeed said that.

"Tum fresh ho jaao Geet main breakfast banata hoon". He started to move when I enlightened him on a very important fact.

"Maan aaj hum breakfast mein sirf coffee, tea ya juice pi sakte hein aur fruits aur dry fruits hi kha sakte hein. Kyon ki aaj hum dono ka fast hein. Shaadi hone tak hum aur kuch bhi nahi kha sakte. Phere hone ke baad hi hum dono milke apna vrat khol sakte hein. So don't bother much for breakfast". I declared.

He stood there shocked."Ab yeh kya baat hui", he complained.

"Dadimaa ne kahan hein to karna to padega na". I told him. He was clearly not happy with turn of events and I had a tough time controlling my laugh. Haaye my DD was looking so cute! I thought. But controlling my urge to pull his cheeks I tried to do some damage control.

"Maan sirf shaadi tak hi toh fast karna hein, yeh rivaaz hein. Shaadi ke baad jaise main aur tum hum ban jaayege, hamaara bandhan atoot ho jaayega waise hi hum ek saath ek thali mein se kha ke apna vrat kholenge". He nodded and walked off while I headed to the washroom.

Picking the cell in its first ring and the voice on the other side informed me, "Brij paaji ek taxi driver mila hein jisne uss raat ko ek Geet jaisi ladki ko Delhi ke bahaar choda tha, aap Geet ki tasveer bhej do mere phone mein abhi sab pata chal jaayega".

"Tu wahi ruk aur usse pakad ke rakh mein abhi aata hoon". Its been two days I'm looking out for that Geet. I will find her for sure and punish her. She can't escape from me." Kahaan tak bhagegi Geet mein tujhe dhoondh hi loonga".

Suddenly the glass kept near the washbasin fell down by the movement of my hand while I was straightening my dupatta. There was a weird feeling lingering, everything was too perfect and good to be true. I was scared.

As I walked out of the washroom, I heard the doorbell ringing non stop. Why wasn't Maan opening the door. I called out to him but no answer. A sudden fear gripped my heart. Had they found me? Where was Maan? Who else can be at the door? Dadimaa wouldn't be here so early.

I walked down the stairs towards the kitchen, there was no Maan, the coffee and tea was no where to be seen. Where was he?

Praying to Babaji with shivering hands I opened the door and sudden shock braced me!!!!!