Shackles of Love#24#MG Chapter 60 - Page 91

CHAPTER 60:

The first rays of dawn peeked through the window, falling over the couple who lay cuddled up.

As the sunlight flickered over the eyes, Geet groaned in annoyance and tried to burrow deeper into her pillow. However, her usually soft pillow had suddenly gone hard and unmoving. She nuzzled into it, feeling warm and toasty.

She turned her head a bit more and felt some hay tickle her face.

"Good morning Babaji! Abhi bhi sapna chal raha hai kya? Ya mai aur Rajji khet mai khelte khelte so gaye the?" With a smile she tried to move herself to a sitting position but was unable to due to the weight holding her down.

Shocked, she looked down only to find herself engulfed by Maan with his hands clutching her middle. And to top it all, she was dressed, or should she say un-dressed in only her dupatta.

Not quite believing her eyes she opened and closed them a few times. In disbelief, she pinched her hand. "Ouch."

Realizing that their proximity was not a dream but reality, she loosened his hold and jumped off him like a scalded cat. "Babaji ye kya ho gaya!" she panicked, aghast at their proximity.

But, as she sprang up the cut on her leg smarted sharply and she let out a small yelp of pain. Maan got disturbed by the sound, and turned around digging his head into his arms. The sight of the wound and cuts on her hands and legs made her remember the events of the previous day.

Leaving for HP, the encounter with Brij, the fear all came back in a flash.

Last thing she remembered was fainting in Maan's arms.

Looking at the man sleeping soundly before her, all she could think was, He had come back.

Funny how she had made the decision to leave him and yet without him being there she would not have lived through the day. She raised her gaze to his face which showed a bit of bruising, and his hands too were bandaged. Tears sprang to her eyes at his condition.

She hadn't wanted to embroil him in her family saga, but looks like he had seen it all. But how the hell did she come here? She wondered. She vaguely remembered waking up at Handa haveli and fighting with him, freeing him from the shackle that bound them.

Her hand went to his face, to touch those bruises, knowing they were because of her. But before her fingers touched him, the image on the terrace of Maan and Sameera together super imposed her thoughts, and she snatched her fingers back.

She shook her head as if to shake her thoughts.

Quickly she scanned the surroundings noticing the hut that they were in. Her clothes along with his shirt lay on the hay nearby.

Geet again wondered how she came to be here, and in this condition.

Thinking really hard, she could remember some flashes of her grumblings while Maan soothed her. However the exact conversation escaped her tired brain. She looked down, and suddenly realized her straight of undress and blushed a furious red.

Hurriedly gathering her clothes, she looked at him to make sure that he was still asleep and went to a corner to get dressed.

It was ironic that not even once did the thought that Maan could have crossed his limits while she was unconscious cross her mind. She trusted him.

Maan was a man of principles and she knew he would never do anything to her without her consent. "Jhalli, he wouldn't do anything to you even with your consent. Hosh me aa jaa. Subah ho gayee hai!" she mocked her hopeful heart. It was probably those same principles had made him help her. He would do the same for anyone in your place. But she wasn't about to let him ruin all their lives for it. But the question ringing in her mind was why had he come back in the first place?

She sat at one end, gazing her fill at him, knowing she might never get this chance again.

Her eyes trailed over him, taking in his beautiful physique, his well built body. They lingered on his shoulders and biceps which were clearly defined in the sunlight streaming in.

His eyes, those thick lashes which were wasted on a man, those M shaped lips. His stubble was more prominent now, she noticed, not that she minded. Hell, she liked everything about him, she mocked herself deprecatingly.

She wanted to etch some memories of him to last her a lifetime, coz she knew, the place he had in heart would never be given to anyone else.

No matter how hard she tried to convince herself otherwise, her traitorous heart, for some unknown reason was shouting only one thing, He came back.

Stuffing the treacherous voice before it led her astray, she tried to find a rational answer, "Geet, he probably only came here for some other reason. Aur tujhe dekha to teri help kardi hogi. Don't get illusions of any sort. You have to show him that you can manage on your own. Just because he has a good heart, don't try to wheedle your way into the life he wants for himself. You already saw that there is no place in that life for you. Time to grow up and act like one too." She gave herself a strong mental talk.

She closed her eyes to get a grip on her wayward thoughts only to see herself touching all those places she had been thinking about. She immediately opened her eyes wide, to banish those images. It had felt so real, like she had was actually doing that.

"Chi Geet! You have become a pervert! Kya kya soch rahi hai!" she jeered at herself

Praying for forbearance, she decided to avoid temptation, and stealing one last look, she went outside to plan her next course of action.

She opened the door to sneak a peek outside. Spying a tap a little further away, she walked over to wash her face and mouth with some fresh water. Feeling loads better, she gazed into the horizon. Far off in the distance on the curvy mountaintop, she could see a bus making its way heading towards them slowly.

Well. That solved half her problem, she thought.

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Maan woke up and turned around, instinctively reaching out, his hand searching for Geet, on feeling the loss of warmth, but his hands met only the hay scattered around. Panicking, he sprang out of their make-shift bed, yelling for her. "Geet!" He quickly looked around but could not find her. Grasping his shirt, he tugged it on while he ran out of the hut.

"Geet, Geet, Geet..." He was screaming now. Looking on all sides and around he could not see her anywhere.

"Geeet!" He yelled loudly.

"Kya hai?" Came her nonchalant voice, "Subah subah kyu chilla rahe ho aap?"

She walked over to him with a stick of sugarcane in her hands.

"Geet!" He ran to her, hugging her close to him. "Kaha chali gayi thi, bina bataye. Pata hai mai kitna..." He clutched her closer to him.

"Maine chitthi toh likhi thi, aapne padhi nahi?" she coolly stepped away from his embrace.

Frustrated he ran his hands through his hair and glared at her nonchalance. The silence seemed to stretch as both waited for the other to speak.

Maan was dumbfounded that Geet was not questioning him about last night. No matter, he wanted to clear it out with her, not wanting her to keep any misconceptions, "Errmm'.Geet'.wo'"

She looked at him fumbling, and avoiding her eyes. She understood what he wanted to say but was unable to convey.

"I trust you Maan."

Just a few words, but they conveyed her feelings clearer than sheet glass. Maan raised his eyes and their eyes locked. He was amazed and secretly thrilled that she could read him this easily, and his heart was at peace hearing her declaration.

"Mujhe pata hai aap mere bare me aisa nahi sochte. Aapko koi safai dene ki zaroorat nahi hai." Maan's eyes popped at her explanation. He had spent a hellish night trying to control his impertinent libido and here madam was busy discounting his efforts. He personally thought he deserved an award for his control last night.

Didn't she remember anything he had said to her in the haveli? Or was she pretending to have forgotten? He thought, peeved.

The glow he had felt in his heart dimmed as he realized that he still had a long way to go before she would trust his words again. and he needed to clear a few things. But this was not the time or place to do so. While he was lost in contemplation, Geet's eyes were gazing at something beyond his shoulder.

He turned back to see what had her attention, only to see nothing eye catching. "Woh jo bus aa rahi hai, ab thode time mein yaha se guzregi, woh HP jaati hai." She said looking at one corner of his shoulder.

He stared at her in shock, wondering whether he heard her right! She didn't really talk about going back to that hell hole did she?

He stood there silently watching her face mutely, radiating waves of anger over which he was trying to keep tight control. When he gave no response, just stood there scowling, she turned towards him.

"Agar hum abhi road tak chalte hai toh mai aasani se us mai chad jaongi..." she trailed off as more silence followed. His silence was beginning to shake her confidence, but she bravely continued, "Challein...?"

Not waiting for an answer she started walking towards the road.

That was enough for Maan. His anger never quite controlled erupted again and he grabbed her by the shoulders.

"Tum waha wapas nahi jaogi, samjhi tum?"

At his angry words, she still stayed cool not quite looking at him, "Mujhe lag raha hai ke aap ko nasamjhi ki beemari ho gayee hai! Ya aap jaan ke bhoolne ka natak kar rahe hai! Abh se mera ghar wahi hai, aur wo hi mere ghar wale. Mujhe wahi toh jaana hai aur mai kaha jaongi?"

She cautiously glanced his way and seeing him seething she continued, "Aap ko meri fikar karne ki zaroorat nahi hai. Brij Veerji thoda gussa karte hain, par baki sab hai waha. Wo mujhe'."

"Haan! Wo to mai dekh hi chukka hu! Kaun hai waha tumhara." He muttered sarcastically, anger at her family still burning inside him.

"Maan aap'." She tried protesting, but was cut off by his furious command, "Geet, mai tumhe HP wapas nahin jaane doonga. Yeh dekho tumhara kya haal kiya hai tumhare ghar walon ne. Agar mai waqt par nahi aata to pata nahi wo Brij kya kar sakta tha'"

Til til marne se to accha hota, she pushed the thought down. Silently she looked at his face. Why was he here, her mind questioned. If he wanted to be with Sameera, she had given him the easy way out. Why complicate things by bringing her back only to leave her? Could it be because of the contract? He had said that it was for six months. Was he going to hold her to that? If she was to end up here at the end of it, why not sooner? She stared at him not quite understanding him again.

"Tum mere saath wapas chal rahi ho bas!" he growled, and grabbing her hands, he started dragging her towards the jeep.

"Kya yeh contract ki wajah se kar rahe hai aap?" She asked him ever so softly and he came to an abrupt halt. He slowly turned to her to be confronted by a Geet, devoid of all emotion.

He gaped at her, shocked and hurt beyond measure. They hit him like small daggers piercing his heart. Had he really presented himself in such a way that Geet thought this about him? He knew he had made mistakes, hurt her. But here he was trying his best to make amends and she was hell bent on ruining it.

A wave of an emotional twister hit him and he felt like his patience giving way. After everything he had been through Maan could take no more. The restless time he had spent searching for her, finding her nearly at death's door, the Handas' attitude towards her, his own feelings and now her constant questioning. Unable to keep a lid on his emotions, his hurt threatened to burst out in the form of anger! But he clipped his mouth tight, lest he said something that would further harm their fragile relation. Turning away, he again started pulling her along but she seemed persistent.

"Boliye na?" He heard her feeble voice again and felt something snap inside him.

"Haan! Mai ye sab contract ki wajah se kar raha hoon! Abh khush? Sun liya jo suna tha? Chalen ab?"

Not leaving her any option he dragged her to her side of the jeep and placed her inside. "TUM MERE SAATH GHAR WAPIS CHALOGI! END OF DISCUSSION!"

Missing a door that he badly wanted to bang to vent out his frustration, he satisfied himself with glaring at her as he walked over to his side.

"Geet ke Babaji, aaj meri madad karna. Aur kuch nahi to mujhe apne gusse ko sambhalne mai madad karna. Maan Singh Khurrana ki takdeer aap ke haathon mai hai!"

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