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Don't know what kind proving of it was n what kind of love… she couldn't comprehend n he didn't care. He just wanted her to believe, somehow make her his so she could never leave him again. His hands moved over her back n she was breathing deeper n faster. No, no, no, it wasn't right, not for her. She would just fall again as if she ever rose back up. This would be her end.

No Ma..an… She said keeping her hands on his chest. He looked at her with hurt evident in his eyes. Why? You are my wife. He said n jerked her close. You are MY wife. He said n slipped his hands inside her kurti. She lost it then trying frantically to free herself.

Geet… let me. He whispered against her cheek placing random kisses. His voice held a request, a need, desperation… it pained her to deny. She needed it herself. The love but like always she was scared, happiness wasn't meant for, his love wasn't for her.

He pressed his hands on the sides of her waist n pulled her on his lap. His lips trailed her jaw going for the neck n she tilted her head to give him better access hissing sharply when he bit into the soft skin, he sucked to lessen the pain. His heart was beating faster n faster but it felt the solace like he had reached heaven, like he didn't know what sadness n misery meant. He had thought he would never be able to love her, n now he was here, he wasn't sure just how to do it. How to love her in the right way, how to show that she was his very first n last, there wasn't or would ever be anyone else.

It was just not possible. How his touch, a simple, mere touch, could make her melt, heal the inner wounds, fade the marks. His each action held a care like she was the most fragile thing on this earth and there was still that passion which made her feel like a woman she was. He wasn't like that monster but he was the one because of whom she was stuck in that hell.

All these things seemed a picture of past n she was sick of it, herself, in every single way. May be she needed new memories to erase the old ones. Could he help her, would he? Or was she just giving into her stupid who was expert in weaving dreams n then getting hurt?

Oblivious to her dilemma Maan was in his own world fighting what he believed to be the truth, that how could his toy girl betray him? She married someone else? No, it wasn't legal. Like Meera said that prick just filled the partition on her head. It meant nothing. But… Geet said she loved him, his heart cried. She wouldn't anymore. He would show her how much he loved her n she would forget all about that idiot. She would love him then, like his toy girl once did.

He brought his lips to hers n took them into his possession. She didn't take another second to not respond. They kissed pouring the pain n love into that one connection. Her hands wrapped themselves around his neck while his wrapped around her back. The temperature had risen n they were both burning in the cool paradise of each other's arms. Only they knew how much this meant to them, it wasn't the just physical proximity, it was his proof to make his n her long lost desire to be his.

He parted, a few strands of her hairs stuck to his face. His removed his hands from inside her clothing n brought them to her shoulders to remove the kurti. Her eyes had fear in them and hesitation, what was most prominent n absurd was the emotion of self loath. Maan was too drunk to notice that plus he was floating in bliss right now to pay any attention to anything.

N..nai Maan… mai aaapke… Helpless tears spilled from her eyes.

Shhh Geet don't cry. He said kissing her tears.

Oh god! Where was when she had cried all those night in a dark corner, alone n tortured. Why he wasn't there, she would have gone through everything with a smile on her face if at the end of everyday he would have been there to wipe her tears.

It would be alright. He said softly lowering the kurti just enough to reveal her shoulders. He made her lay back n started placing feather soft kisses on her exposed skin. Whispering every so often that it was alright n he loved her n other sweet nothings that she couldn't comprehend at the moment. She closed her eyes. A series of emotion were going through her, fear, pain, and self loath n ecstasy. It was a weird combo n the tears falling, she didn't know were of ache or happiness. She was loving it n hating at the same time. Her past was so stabbed that it didn't let her cherish what she had ever wished for, what she thought would always remain a dream because she was not fortunate enough, because she was cursed. Then how? How come god could be so giving all of sudden, there must be something very bad coming, she knew, she believed.

He was getting slower, taking his own sweet time to relish her taste. His hands had come up to play slightly with her breasts over the cloth. I am tired Geet. He said licking her collar bone, his voice was strained, heavy, like he had been carrying the weight of the entire world till now.

She pushed him on his back n came over him. You should rest. Her face hovered over his. But phir how will I prove… He said dangling on the edge of sleep. I have to..

She shushed him. I will do it for you… She placed her lips on his neck n he breathed deep. You sleep.

Okay. He smiled closing his eyes n patting her head lovingly. She placed soft, soothing kisses on his chest, neck, face. It wasn't for him, it was for her. He fell asleep but she didn't stop. She came to his lips n placed hers over them, brushing them back n forth, crying silently. Perhaps, she wouldn't get this opportunity again. It was like the Maan she loved had come back but sadly she knew he didn't existed.

I…I…. She tried to say how much she loved him cupping his cheek but the words just couldn't come out. At last defeated she slept keeping her head over his chest, close to his heart, close to her love….and without any pill.

When in the morning he woke up the sunlight was brighter n atmosphere light, calm. There was headache, agreed… but he felt good. Jia wasn't there but he felt somewhat nice, like a void had been filled, a weight lifted. Geet was here, he could tell, feel.. in this room.

Come in. He said hearing the knock n she came inside. He had to actually rub his eyes to make sure that she was there. She hardly came to his room.

Wo mai…um, she gulped. Juice lai hu. She forwarded the glass awkwardly. She needed to check how much he remembered of the night but the main reason of her coming was to see if he was okay.

He blushed, actually blushed… while taking the glass n cursing inwardly for the red on his cheek but when she returned his blush with one of her own he felt weak on his knees. She was absolutely alluring.

Wo.. they both started n then stopped looking at other side to hide another blush.

Oh accha… she said both forgetting that it was sunday. Mai, ahem, breakfast banati hu. She said turning sharply n banging into the side table. Sambhalke Geet. He said holding her hand. A sharp current passed through both their skin that came into contact.

Geet slipped her head out his n smiled weirdly, embarrassed. Wo hota hai kabhi kabhi hai.

After taking a minute to process his words, she answered. Good. N ran out.

Maan smiled for some reason it felt something changed, a misplaced piece finding its right position. But why? Jia still wasn't home n Geet was still married to someone else. He didn't wanted to think about that, she came to give his juice… he picked the glass up into his hands n she blushed that beautiful red. That breathtaking blush n on top of that he was the reason for it, not like he saw her blush for the first time but still it was different.

Grr, what was he doing? Did the effect of alcohol didn't wash away yet?

Without Jia, the day was not very much different from the previous one. Everything was quiet n mournful but since Dadimaa had come back in the afternoon, the situation was little better. There were things that were buried inside him which he never shared to anyone but Dadimaa was the one who came closest to his secrets n though Maan couldn't completely confide into her, couldn't tell about his doubts n fears, he felt relieved in her company. Now there was someone to take care of everything with him n that made him feel at least a little better.

Evening came n he was restlessly turning pages of a file in his study not able to concentrate. Jia's 'daddy' was ringing inside his head and also her cries when she was snatched from him. A servant came to him. Sir, Jia baby is here. He informed n Maan was incredulous. He had thought that the man won't leave her until the next morning and Maan had already planned to bring Jia as soon as the clock strikes 12 at night. How come Saurabh brought her so early?

Daddy. Her sob filled voice called to him when he had just reached the top of stairs. He ran down to his princess took her from the servant n kissed her all over the face. She cried burying her face into his chest; the little girl was burning with fever.

He had tried it all-brought the costliest of toy n every kind of food-but she didn't stop crying n kept asking for her Daddy. Saurabh smiled hysterically, 'Daddy', he wasn't her father. Some magic he had casted on his granddaughter that she couldn't stop chanting his name.

Everything, everything single thing he did to make her happy but to no avail. After crying her eyes out for a whole day she caught fever n even after calling the best child doctor, there was no improvement in her condition, if anything, it only worsened and he had to bring her back.

He couldn't meet Maan eyes so he left before he could come but he promised to himself that he would save his granddaughter from that man. He would not let her go through what led his daughter to die. He would get permanent custody of Jia n they would go away forever, away from here, from him. He would save her.