Sorry for the late update I wasn't well some health issues... But this update is big to make up for the delay😉
Somebody must have cursed the Mansion because it surely felt like it. Everything was dead silent. Geet was in her room pacing back n forth. Afternoon sun was shining outside her window n only a few hours had passed but it seemed centuries had withered since Jia left-was taken away.
Right now she wished Dadimaa was here, Rohan had informed her about everything n she would come from the next available flight.
Maan had gone somewhere after discussing the issue with the team of lawyers for several hours where the lawyers said that they would get a stay order but for that to happen they would have to wait for Monday n Jia had to spend this weekend with Saurabh because he hadn't done something wrong for that matter, he had proper legal permission so they had no basis for emergency hearing. Maan wasn't satisfied, how could he when he was here n his daughter was with a man who wanted to separate them forever.
Every moment was a punishment for him n he was sinking with each fleeting second. He remained in Jia's room for another hour n then left the mansion n since then Geet couldn't fight the restlessness increasing at an exceptional rate.
She had enquired everything from Rohan about what lawyer said n how Maan was doing. For a moment she thought to go to him but then stopped herself. She didn't want to add on to his plight. It was better if she didn't put her nose into the matter.
However as much as she tried to stay away her heart objected, it was beating abnormally fast since Maan left like something bad was going to happen. She just wished he wouldn't do anything rash. His condition wasn't very good when he had left. He looked totally mad n broken both at the same time.
She entered the kitchen to prepare for dinner. It was early to do so but she needed something to occupy her mind. She was almost done with chopping the veggies when Maan entered the kitchen.
He came in so silently that she only noticed him when he opened the refrigerator. Panicked by his sudden appearance she was about to leave but something didn't felt right n her assumption was true. When he turned around she saw an injury on his forehead n the blood stain at the corner of his lip while cloth of the shirt covering his upper left arm was soaked in blood.
Geet gasped n went to have a closer look. Yeh kaise hua? She asked holding his hand.
Don't know. He jerked her hand away n poured himself some cold water n took a seat on the center table. He didn't want to go to his room it reminded too much of Jia.
Geet didn't waste any time n ran out. She took the first aid box from her room n was going to Maan but then decided against it instead asking Nakul to tend to him n hid herself outside the kitchen.
Maan sir wo... dawa laga lijiye. Nakul said scared badly.
Did I ask you for anything? Maan said through gritted teeth, the inner sting was sufficient enough to overshadow the physical injuries. It didn't matter anyway he was used to this pain the thing he wasn't used to was not having Jia n that was as much frustrating as it was painful. The feeling of helplessness n worry for her was agonizing, unbearable n he could do nothing neither to bring her nor to reduce this pain.
He didn't know how she was doing? Was she crying for him? Did she eat? What if something happened? Thousands of possibilities n circumstances were arising in his mind n some were really scary.
Par-
Maine kaha na take it away. Although he was exhausted n crushed, his voice still held the authority n as he growled Nakul practically scurried out of the kitchen.
Yeah mujhe dijiye. Geet said taking the first aid box from Nakul's hand.
Maan. She called. Strangely she didn't felt scared her main focus was the bleeding gash under the layer of clothing on his arm.
He thought he would get peace now but no. What? He asked looking up at her face.
She walked ahead n took his hand in hers. Maan yanked his hand back. Geet I won't repeat twice. I don't need any help.
It was like she had grown dumb, she again held his hand. Tumhe samajh nai aa rahe mai kya keh raha hu? His voice boomed n the chair fell back as he stood up towering over her meek form. Tears formed in her eyes but there was a determination on her face.
I will just tend to you n then will leave. She said.
NO. You do whatever you want. I am going.
He said started to go out, may be leave the mansion and go to the outhouse, where he could drown into his sorrows peacefully.
Wait Maan. Her voice was soft yet strong n he turned around frustrated only to get another shock. The mad girl was holding a knife by its edge, the sharpness of it digging into her palm n blood gushing out.
What the hell are you doing? He took a step ahead n she took one back.
Will you let me treat you? She asked n he was just flabbergasted. It didn't seem she was feeling any pain. There were tears in her eyes but that was it, there was no other evidence on her face that would tell that she was holding a sharp knife into her hand. It was terrifying how she stared back at him unblinkingly almost like she had lost every last ounce of her sanity.
Geet put the knife down. He said and she tightened her hold on the knife even further. Blood trickled down from her palm rapidly forming a pool of red liquid at her feet. Maan panicked not knowing what to do; she was hurting herself to blackmail him. That was just ridiculous.
First answer me. Will you?
Yes. But leave that knife. For a split second she seemed unsure but then left the knife. It fell on the floor n she rushed towards the first aid box. Maan held her.
Are you mad? He shouted his face contorted in worry, anger n bewilderment. He wanted to hug her n slap her but the gash looked bad n he decided to deal with it before anything else.
He made her sit on a chair n started cleaning her cut, a sheet of tears coating his eyes. You promised? She said her eyes accusing him.
Will you please shut up?
But-
You can't tend to me with this hand, can you?
She nodded n silently let him dress the gash, not once she winched n Maan wondered if this was the same girl who was scared of a mere injection.
Once her palm was dressed, she immediately stood up n took charge.
How can you be so foolish?
She didn't answer him n said. Remove your shirt. He glared at her furiously. You promised. He removed the piece of cloth, irritated to no limits.
What is all this? Geet asked looking at the various marks all over his back n front torso. Some were faint scars over his smooth skin visible only with very close inspection while a few of them seemed rather fresh.
He almost forgot about the whip marks. That's nothing. He said not meeting her eyes. Just do it fast.
It pained her immensely to see the marks n she wanted to know badly how this happened. Some scars ran down to his arms, why she didn't pay attention before? May be because she was always busy in avoiding him, especially the bare him. But what could have happened that would leave such marks, whatever it was it took place recently also because some of the gashes were new not of the same day but still fresh. The thoughts n questions remained in her mind only, while she dressed the cut on his arm.
A feeling of happiness bubbled in him as she dressed his wound with her hands. It was not the first time he was hurt but she was taking care of him this time. How much he wished to have her every time he hurt himself. He scolded his heart it was nothing much. But why she was so adamant to dress the wounds. Did she actually care so much? Or was it just to fool him? No matter how absurd the second idea was he forced himself to believe that only. He didn't need another heart break.
She tended to the whip marks also n then lesion on his forehead finally coming down to the small cut at the corner of his lip. She avoided his eyes while cleaning the blood off but he directly stared into her hazels.
H..how did this happen? She asked to distract him feeling nervous suddenly.
Why do you care? He asked n she didn't have an answer.
She didn't care, she told herself as if it would turn the lie into truth.
I went to Saurabh's place. He said when she remained mum. To take Jia back.
All alone.
I don't need anyone to bring my own daughter back. He stated angrily when she cringed back a little he calmed n said. The f**king guards didn't even let me see her. Geet mentally pictured the scenario. Maan alone against don't know how many guards, this was bound to happen.
Oh. Was all she said. Sometimes you felt so much that words seemed too deficient to speak the emotions out.
I need her. Maan said meekly closing his eyes. It was true, Jia was small n he a big man yet he needed her perhaps more than she needed him.
Her heart called out to him n she wished she could somehow lessen his pain. She was done with the cut on his lips but her thumb lingered there while she absently caressed his cheek.
If Jia was here she would have given him her magic kiss n the pain would have evaporated. She raised her eyes to look into his. He looked so lonely, like asking her to help him, rescue him. In that moment he didn't seem the billionaire businessman. He looked like a small child who had been separated from his mother.
God knows when n why she bent down n placed her lips over his softly pecking the cut at the corner. The kiss was so small that it felt imaginary to both of them. Geet stood back up while Maan remained seated like a statue looking at her wide eyed. It made her feel even more embarrassed n aghast.
I..I a..am sorry. She said n turned to leave n hide in some corner.
But he grabbed her wrist n pulled her back near him. His hand slid up her backside bending her down n like that their lips met again. His moved fiercely against hers, there was no pain n ache anymore. As though she absorbed it all, the void in him getting filled up by her sweet touch. She kissed him back softly not thinking about anything else n letting him guide her, if she could distract his mind off the pain with this she had no problem whatsoever.
Just as soon the kiss had initiated it stopped with a brain storming thought. He was kissing someone else's wife. He stood up abruptly n looked at her with ten times more pain n hurt. How could you do this to me? He asked n she just looked at him puzzled.
Then he left n Geet wondered if to follow him but her job was done. His wounds were dressed, what other excuse she had to go after him. A tear escaped the confines of her eyes while she put a break to her heart's strong voice and stayed back in the kitchen to clean the bloody mess they had created.
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