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Chapter 10

Both stepped out of mension for car

She opened back door.

'Geet I m not a driver' resting his hands on waist Maan yelled at her from back.

'Kya ?' surprisingly she said looking at him

'Kya ! ! samjhi nahi I said I am not your driver?' Irritatingly he said

' Then who is going to drive ?? 🤔 Apne he kaha tha that you need not any driver'But ya it is quite possible you may have forgotten how to drive...😆 Coz your mind always remains buzy to thing new ideas to put me and Daddi Maa in new trouble'Then what is this driving in between those great ideas.' She winked...was giggling lik a small girl

Her happiness is now motif of life.Even when he was overwhelmed with happiness .. How can he forget that he is same MSK.A hard core from outside. No chance to change this attitude for rest of world.

' Geet tum sudhar jayo'I m saying some thing else and you are making fun oof me'he grabbed her from shoulder and placed her against side of car trapping in his strong arms

'By the way our mother tongue is same 'Office main to patta nahi but upto my knowledge we use same at home .Jo aap kehte hai we can easily understand' But kyo kaha that can't...what's my fault then..if I m not able to understand what u said ?' pouting lips and rolling eyes she said

'Chup bilkul chup'u stupid girl'If some one sits at back seat instead of next to driver uska meaning hota hai driving karne walla driver ki job per hai..not a relative or close one and by sitting on back seat you are making me driver ' Putting finger on her lips he explained reason.

'Acha !!! its really strange thing.Hamare Hoshiarpur main wo hamare neighbor hai na Nihal Chacha unki apni bas hai...He himself drives..You know he takes four trips of bus in a day 'Just opposite to his driver's seat there is only one conductor seat..So no passenger can sit on that but that seat mostly remains vacant..coz Conductor to bas main ghumta firta hai na..So every sits one on back of driver's seat it means Nihal Chachu appointed himself on driver's job on own bus.'ha ha ha.''she burst with joy...'Above all kaha unki itni baddi bas aur kaha yeh apki piddi(tiny) c car.' Hitting her hand on car she said

' Meri 50 lakh ki car piddi c hai'Tum nahi sudhro gi'kuch nahi ho sakta tumhara'I don wanna talk to you 'just sit at front seat.' He nodded his head and dragged her toward front door

'Baat nahi karogay...than why you are taking me with you...I don wanna go..I will request Daddi Maa if I want some thing..'she hit ground and instead of sitting in car she turned toward entrance door of home...When Maan grabbed her hand and pulled her back

'O Bina patri ki train (trackless train ) don dare to give me threats .I don't care now stop ur drama and sit in the car.' .Without waiting for her reaction he lifts her

'Shaddo ( chodo/leave) mainu 'shaddo'' she hits him with legs

But Maan dropped her on front seat and moved out of KM.

Geet throughout the way spoke not a single world but never stopped for a moment to make faces. Mumbling, Many times looking upwards...talking with with her Babaaji.

Little chirp of smile comes at corners of Maan's whenever he looked at him with thief eye. After 25 minute run in heavy traffic they reached at one of best malls in the town.Even when Maan had parked car Geet was still inside.He waited for some time but at last dropped weapons and opened door from her side.

'Alle alle mera bacha should I give you piggy back ride.Don be angry Baby Uncle will take you too ice cream parlor or for Pizza whatever you wish.Every thing is available in this mall.Challo challo don be hyper now.' Maan pulled her cheeks making innocent face.

She had no other option looked at him with her big broad hazel eyes. And burst in laughter.

'uncle ji'I will have Pani Puri too' making baby face she said.

Maan grinned ear to ear and dragged her from car.

'Its limit Geet.Don behave like a child.Okey lets go.I have a meeting in the evening .We hav already gone late ' he said in little anger looking at his watch.

'But don be angry on me now. Otherwise u will have to give me piggy ride.'

He nodded his head.Breath heavily giving silent permission 'Just once just once let me complete shopping'Tumko Nanni fir yaad karvata hu'I don wanna create any scene here' He mumbled.

'Kush kaha apne Maan ?'

' No no nothing I was thinking from where we should start out shopping?'

' This is Mall Maan...but we have to buy books. Wo kaha se milegi'Aap to shopping karne aa gaye' she was much surprised .

' I said na every thing is available here.So many book stores are here '

' But book buy karna to shopping nahi na'shopping means to buy cloths ' For her shopping was some kinda of thing out of this world and book buying not came under it.

'Yeh kisne kaha tumse' amazed he said by her logic.

'Wo Nihal Chacha walio chachi when ever she came back after buying cloths from town in their bus...she always used to say main shaher main shopping karne gayi thi 'she said seriously giving explanation for her logic .

' Geet enough is enough Tales of Nihal Chachu is enough now challo aab.One thing more what ever we buy that is called shopping ' Maan gave her tough look

'It means if we buy vegetable ...bus ticket'that is also shopping.'

'Chup bilkul chup' before she could eat his brain more...Maan pulled her toward accelerator as elevator was not free and he was in hurry.

'Geet come fast.We have to go to second floor first.' Holding her hand he said 'place your feet on step..I know you haven't used accelerator before.Place your feet on step as I do '

' We r going to second floor.But for that we have to climb up.Per yeh stairs to bhag rahi hai..moving upward..' made baby face

'Geet its accelerator we don have to climb.Just have to place feet on it.It will take us upstairs.'

'Main nahi jaaugi mujhe darr lagta hai.' shrugged giving denial

'Geet don be mad.Challo.' he again tried to pull her toward accelerator

'No Maan its just like to catch running bus.Main ek baar gir gayi thi .Ab gir gayi to'

'omg kaya karu main iska' .He mumbles..thought for a while and in a jiffy he lifts her up and stepped the accelerator step/paddle

People around them were just enjoying this

' Wah wah this is called true love.Even on accelerator he has lifted his girl in arms' a lady teased them while talking to her husband.

'Dekho what that aunty is saying'Why u lifted me..How can I be your girl..I am my Papaji's girl..u r not my Papaji' Geet whispers near to Maan's ear.

'Chup karo'I lifted you just becoz u don know how to use accelerators.Its too much..Its limit of every thing...u r really a master piece Geet'

Maan tried to suppress his frustration till now due to Geet's foolish acts.Which came out unexpectedly and he dropped her down after reaching first floor.'Now apne aap use kro accelerator for second floor.I m not gonna lift u.'

'Okey I don need your help...Thank u 😡 ' she stepped toward accelerator Maan was just watching her drama standing in corner lik a spectator.

She placed her one foot on paddle. But was not aware that she had to put her weight in forward direction too...while doing so.Due to this paddle moved upward and Geet she was standing still holding side support which was enough to drop her backward .Before some thing more bad happens with her Maan again grabbed her.

' Geet don't try to take a step without me'Otherwise same gonna happen again '

' Don give me much attitude...I will learn things.' she said with determination

He said nothing now...again lifted her up and they reached second floor.

' Now keep your mouth shut we r going to the book store and I have your book list too which u need .Koi new drama mat karna waha..' he tried to make her understand

She pouted her lips..shrinking her brows too .Looked upward and Maan nodded his head 'Kuch nahi ho sakta iska' he held her from wrist just like a father holds his tiny child in crowded place.Geet became much nervous looking around..Had never ever seen such crowd.

They entered that big book store.That was not just a store but a small market itself.Divided in sections. Every section uncountable number of shelves having books of all yawners. New arrivals and bestsellers on display. A staff member voluntarily offered her services to them and guided them toward commerce section.Maan gave her list of books..After ensuring everything according to list...He paid bills and asked for home delivery...it was not easy keep every thing they shopped with them as so much shopping was left.

'Apne books choose karne main itna time laga diya.And also made it hard for me to select note books. But after so much time apne books wahi rehne de 'she made baby face.' I know stuff was so costly isliye aap ne wapis kar diya..Even in village same happened always...it was never easy for me to buy a book..and this is also true you and Daddi Maa already taking care of me in such a nice way .And why to spend so much '

Hearing this from her Maan rooted to spot.She still had same bitter memories in her mind.When both Daddi and Maan were trying their best.He looked at her with great surprise .Tears were rolling down to her cheeks.

'Geet are you mad.Why u think so.Me Daddi Maa and even every servant in KM are trying best to that u can accept this family as yours..as soon as possible... Leave your past away. If you want to keep someone in your past memories just keep ur Papaji not those bitterness.' wiping her tears he hugged her tightly

'When I said I haven't accepted this family as mine.'

'U derailed boggy'you are just thinking about this 20 thousand stuff'it is up to you how much u can spend. I m just here to pay.They gonna deliver books to our home.It was not easy to carry so many things with us . So I requested them for home delivery samjh aaya aab' he petted her cheeks

' Ooh this is the matter..same like many shopkeepers in our village..They order goods in town and Nihala Chachu brings their stuff in his bus.He charges for it. Inhone bhi charge kiya aapse ' even after suffering alot she was child at heart

'Ha meri Maa kiya charge but if u again bring Nihal Chachu in between'I will really cancel our order.' Frustrated he said and again grabbed her from wrist and dragged her toward next store.

'Aab hum kaha jaa rahe hai' looking around she questioned curiously

'Life style you can buy whole girlish stuff from that store .Dresses ...shoes beg whatever you want that is just for ladies' he said calmly

'But how can I alone..If that is just for girlz.you can't come with me..and I don't know how to shop in such a big store.' rolling her eyes Geet asked

' Tumhara sach main kuch nahi ho sakta.That is just for girlish stuff means they don't keep menswear and other such stuff...It doesn't mean that men can't go there.Men shop from such stores.Few months back I bought a bag for Daddi Maa to gift her on mother's day.'

' Fir theek hai challo ' now she dragged him as this is always a favorite part of every girl's life.Most importantly for girl like Geet who hardly hav seen such moment in life.

Automatic entrance opened up to welcome them. These were little things but surprising for Geet...to make her feel that she was in other world far away from that reality of her life.These were true colors of her life now.Maan and Daddi Maa were trying to make her blank life colorful..All colorful things on displays were attracting her.

Like any other big store a female attender welcome them and offered her services.

'Sir how can I help you ?' attender said giving pleasant smile.

'Madam I am just here to accompany her.Ask her what she wants and what you have ..' Maan answered introducing that Geet to that lady

'Sir mostly gentlemen come here says same.But when their ladies starts to shop they can't stop themselves to give own opinion.U will do same I know...' lady gave her reaction according to her experience

' Their ladies ' this term hit Maan deep inside some where.Which relation he shared with Geet.He was still thinking when that lady guided them toward footwear section

That lady's experience was right Maan couldn't resist himself or Geet forced him to giv opinion .Every thing she selected with Maan's choice...Mission shoes begs and other accessories had been accomplished .But the major thing still remained such dresses...

'Geet u spent so much time in these things...abhi tumko dresses select karni hai. Have a look on variety of cloths this store has otherwise we will shop from other store' Maan whispered near to her ear.

'Sir we hav wide range.Just visit our section once.You will defiantly like it' another female member from staff requested them

'Chaliye Maan ek baar dekh letay hai '

When lady took them to clothing section with wide range of western wears. Maan eyes popped out .His face turned red

'Madam okey tell me what would you like to try first formal wear or casual wear.' lady showed some skirts to Geet on display.

Even she not let her speak for once.

'Madam u r very curvy...every thing will suits you this and this flaired skirt it is new arrival try this' she forcibly handed some skirts to Geet.

'She asked you for these skirts.Madam ' Maan burst at last

'Sir wo'

'Why are you forcing her...If she is not interested. By the way haven't you noticed her Indian outlook.She doesn't wear such cloths.Keep your cloths with you .We don need .Lets go Geet' he threw skirts on floor snatching from Geet's hands and dragged her toward cash counter

Such a high profile customer. How could they let him go such in spoiled mood.So manager came himself to calm Maan down .

'Sir I m so sorry this will never happen again.Lets go I will help you to chose. Just tell me your choice.' manager a lady folded hands in front of him.

Just like a gentleman he also let thing go.As Geet got too much scared in this.

'Just show us Indian wear nothing else.'

'Okey Sir...Madam please come'

In Clothing section

'Madam every thing is available here..and if you want some thing of your won style our designers are here in your service.'

'Nahi nahi nothing special mujhe to aap bas Punjabi dresses he dikha dejiye.. that is enough and I just wear that'

'Geet choose what ever you want.I m sitting here.' sitting on side couch he said

'Plz come with me ...help me to choose.'

'Sir madam is rite...your should help her...' Manager second Geet having mischievousness in her word

He looked from corners of his eyes Manager was still smiling and Geet she was feeling bit awkward.

After one hour of search at last Geet selected some dresses.But few of them needed fitting as she just needed those not any other given as option .Even when Maan asked to search for dresses in other store she denied.

'Mujhe yahi dress leni hai Maan...ek baar jo acha lagay wo miley na fir kya fyada.'she hit floor

'Don't worry Madam we have experienced tailors. Fitting ho jaaegi.Let me call one to take your measurement.' Manager leaves

'Okey' overjoyed she said

Maan was just giving his choosy smile as she was happy and got what she wanted.

A male tailor of about 45 came for measurement.

'Madam myself Tansen ladies tailor.okey let me take measurement ...what's your good name ? ... ' tailor grinned ear to ear

'Geet'

'What such a musical name'

Maan who was standing lil bit away from them was fuming in anger.

'Wo Geet yeh Tansen...' he mumbled

'Master Ji chudidar(indian legging ) ki fitting bilkul theek honi chaahea'

'Ji .Madam just pull your salwar bit upward.Let me take measurement for chuddidar'

'And also take measurement for high sleeves and short sleeves'

'Madam Ji take off your dupatta'

'Ji master ji'Geet was about ot take of her Dupatta when Maan interfered

'Master Ji suniye apne kabhi Tabla bajaya hai..' Maan covered Geet coming in between Tansen and Geet

'Ji Sir...why you are asking so'

'Your name is Tansen na..so you should be take interest in music line why you became a tailor ? ...No need to take her measurement plz aap jaaea please.' He gave slight push to his shoulder

'But Maan agar wo measurement nahi lengay how will he do fitting '

'I said na plz go ...' Maan repeated

'As you wish sir' he was ready to leave

'Per Maan'

'Chup Bilkul chup..and Master Ji plz no need to take measurement'

'Maan why you asked him to go...who will take my measurement' pouting her lips she said

'Main lunga...' he back called Master Ji..'Master ji one minute give me measuring tape'

'Poor tailor amazed give him tape

'Aap kaise logay...Maan are you tailor' placing hands on waist she said

'I am Maan Singh Khuraana...and if you forget I run such a big empire jisme yeh measurements etc etc is every day work .So what is big deal to take a girl's measurment.' he said with attitude

'But why ?' not able to understand

'No questions...chup bilkul chup..I didn't like that person... I don't allow any one to come close to you.You are my responsibly okey.Now let me take your measurement. Chup chap stand straight okey' he warned

'Okey you Hitler' she never hesitated once to ask him so

Maan had no answer for her why so straight way he started to take measurement.

'Geet I can't let any one to come near to you without my permission even cool breeze' chirp of smile came to corners of his lips and twinkle of joy in eyes

Tere Mask Mast do nain in background

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Geet stuck in lift