MG FF- PARINEETA THREAD 10 - Page 30

He went near the door and closed the door, not locking it and went to sit beside her. she seemed to be just as what she was before. He extended her a glass of water and her medicine. She looked at him.

"ab please..glass mat todna...", he tried to lighten the mood but she was far from everything.

[don't break the glass now..]

He sighed and forwarded her the medicine. She took it quietly and lied down to sleep. He took out his laptop and sat down to catch up with his works...still thinking how to get to her.

He sat there for a long time, losing himself to his work. There were stuffs pending that he needed to look into. He looked at her once again...she was asleep due to the medicines. There was no expression...she looked extremely calm. May be he should give her some more time to relax. He can't be keeping her locked in one room all the time. He wore his suit and got ready. He looked at her once again. He wanted to hold her close to his heart. He sighed and kissed her cheek softly before leaving. Dadima stopped him on the way asking where he was leaving during lunch time.

"got some important meeting lined up dadima... will be back early.."

"but beta geet..."

"she is sleeping dadima and yes don't cage her in one room...let her move around. Only then she will be able to open up..."

Dadima smiled at his concerned and let him go. She was seeing him try earnestly. But geet was far from all that. He has a long way to go. Roops saw maan leaving and grinned to herself, "i knew it... he will back out..."

And the next moment she realised jasmeet pulling her away and dadima telling them about his lined up meeting. She felt like banging her head somewhere. She had actually forgotten that she was in km. This was irritating...she was getting convinced but she never wanted to.

Lunch time saw the kids sitting on the dining table, all sad and gloomy.

"kya hain? Aap dono chup chap khaa lijiye... hume geet ke liye bhi khana le jana hain.."

[whats the matter? You both eat quietly...we have to take food for geet as well...]

"ummm...dadima...hum mamma ke saath nahi kha sakte kya?", namra asked making faces.

[umm...dadima can we not have our lunch with mamma?]

Dadima opened her mouth to say something when they heard geet's voice, "kyun nahi kha sakte? Kisne mana kiya meri princesses ko?"

[why cant you eat? Who told no to my princesses?]

The kids turned around to see geet descending down the stairs. Dadima was surprised to see her up and speaking. She looked absolutely fine...like nothing had happened. She smiled, "arrey beta hum tho abhi aapke paas hi jaa rahe the.."

[arrey beta...we were just going to you right now...]

Geet didn't even bother to look at her, forget answering her and walked straight to the kids. She just passed beside her without even turning to look at her. dadima was stunned seeing geet so cold towards her. may be she didn't hear her. that must be it. She turned to look at geet who seemed to be so normal with the kids. She spoke to them, made them eat their food, telling them stories...but one thing was strange. No matter how much dadima tried, she never spoke to her. she had only looked at dadima when she forwarded her food and that was it. She kept herself busy with the kids.

Dadima sat beside them, watching her, wondering what was wrong. She seemed to giggle with the kids..but she was cold to everything else. She recalled that morning in maan's room...she behaved even the same with maan and roops and jasmeet. She needed to speak to maan about this. Geet hadn't even asked where maan was till now...which was so not her.

The kids took geet to their room after lunch as she helped them with their homework and played with them like she used to. Dadima kept an eye on every single movement of hers and was convinced that there was definitely something wrong. Her smile didn't even reach her eyes...like she had shut herself from everything. She left her alone after taking care of the medicines.

Maan was busy in his work but still couldn't get her out of his thoughts even for a second...like he craved for her. how he wished when he gets back home she is back to her old self... he'd hold her close to him and never let go. He so wanted to hug her and cry his heart out...asking for forgiveness, finding peace in her arms like he had found that night! He closed his eyes and recalled that night when she had asked him if he loved her!!

Suddenly he snapped open his eyes...she did ask him—do you even love me? There was no looking back now...it was his own feelings that brought them to such a stage...he had loved her then but he was not sure of what his own feelings towards anisha might speak against those for geet. He was scared of feeling guilty...but not anymore. If he had started this...he must end it as well. He leaned back on his chair and recalled the doctor's words...asking him to let her be free to do whatever that pleased her. he recalled geet's behaviour as well...there was something she lacked now which was never there before... like something important as a human had been snatched away from her. he might as well think of something that could get her back to her normal routine.

He came back around 10 at night, feeling exhausted from the day's workload. His meeting had stretched longer and a lot to catch up. He saw a worried dadima sitting on the couch, lost in her thoughts. He sat beside her and held her hands, "dadima... whats wrong? You look worried..."

Dadima breathed in sharply, "umm... we are worried about geet beta... we feel there is something really wrong... more than the baby..."

So dadima noticed it as well. He sighed and told her everything about him suspecting the same and her sudden anger.

"mujhe kuch samajh mein nahi aa raha dadima...kahan se shuru karun...kya karun jo geet ke dil tak pahunche..."

[i don't understand anything dadima... where to start from and what to do that could reach geet]

Dadima caressed his head, "don't worry beta... geet might need a long time...but as much as we have understood... don't force all your feelings right on her suddenly...go slow...like starting from scratch...you might get the reason for this as well..."

He nodded and went to check on the kids. They were already asleep. He went closer and kissed each of them, caressing their head. He looked around for geet and then got to his room. The moment he entered, a very different aura surrounded him. A smile formed on his lips, hearing the sound of the tv. He walked in, opening his tie when he saw her sitting on the couch, with her legs tucked in under her chin, her head resting over her knees. It was probably the best thing for him happening in the whole day. She was watching some random channel and was dozing off there itself. She was tired after the whole day. Her lashes dropped and she was slowly leaning away from the couch. He kept on watching her for a while when he saw her slipping. He strode across the carpet and held her by her shoulder. She was in her night suit, her hair braided. She snapped open her eyes with that sudden contact and looked at him with her droopy eyes. He didn't know why he felt a strange calmness seeing her like that. Though he wanted to control himself..but he couldn't stop himself from expressing himself. He leaned closer and kissed softly at corner of her lips and picked her up in his arms...which suddenly seemed a regular routine for him. He smiled to himself and walked toward the bed.

She didn't even react to his kiss...but he didn't mind it either. Her head rested over his chest while he put her on the bed comfortably, "did you enjoy your day?"

She looked away, playing with the button of her shirt. He smiled softly and caressed her cheeks and went off t change. She lied there... clutching the spread, looking at the ceiling. Her sleep seemed to betray her now. She was too sleepy but she just couldn't sleep now. How did it matter if anyone cared or not! She kept looking at the ceiling, wondering where her sleep went off.

He stood under the shower, lost in his own world. What could he do? He recalled dadima's words and then the doctor..and then her condition. Was he hurrying up? It was already a week since she was like that. Could it be that a small change in environment would help? He thought it for a while when suddenly something struck him. He wrapped a towel around himself and walked out towards his wardrobe.

She was lying lifelessly on the bed when she heard the door of the washroom creak open. She didn't know why but she did turn her head towards the source...and saw him come out, only wearing a towel. He was bare-chested and she just looked on. The water droplets cascaded down his carved muscles...making him look rather tempting under the dim light...but nothing seemed to flutter her heart like always. She just kept looking at him, searching something in the drawers of the wardrobe, not even bothering to wear his tracks. She didn't even know if she felt anything at all. She was blank...completely blank.

He searched for some files that he had collected from geet's room in km when he was shifting her things to his room. He had kept her office files properly with him..and wanted to look into them. He felt something...and turned to look at her. she was looking at him.. and he was surprised to see her not yet asleep. But he was a bit confused seeing her expressions...as if she was blank. She wasn't thinking anything at all. He twitched his brows at her...and she turned away, pulling the spread over her head and dozing off. He shook his head and looked into those drawers for the files. After searching a bit he finally found those. He took a few of them out when something fell on the carpeted floor with a thump. He looked down and found one velvety red journal. He picked it up and looked at it carefully... like he had seen something very familiar like this. He was so lost into it. He was about to open it when the other file from his hand slipped. His reverie was broken and he kept the journal back in the drawer and took those files.

He placed then on the table and went to change still pondering over that look on her face. He took out his tracks and vest and then realised the way he had dressed up. He changed and was about to leave when something struck him and he looked back at the mirror. Could it be that she still feels something within...the way she and been looking at him, though expressionless...could it be that she still gets affected by him? If this was so..then probably it was a very good improvement owing to her condition. He looked at her...she had slept off. He took his laptop and sat on the bed, beside her, working on his project.

She woke up lazily with the early streaks of light through the window. She slowly opened her eyes and stretched herself. The kids were to leave for school. She stood up and checked the time. It was 5:30...she was too early. Anyways since she had already woken up, she didn't feel like sleeping anymore. She turned to leave for the washroom when her eyes fell on the side beside her. maan sat there in reclining position, with his back resting on the pillows piled up behind him and the laptop on his lap. He had slept off while working late night. he looked a bit tired. She stood there, watching him for a while and walked close to him. She slowly tried to pull away the lappy away from him which woke him up. She stilled for a while, realizing him wake up and stood still, holding the lappy. He opened his eyes a bit and smiled seeing her trying to take the laptop. He looked at her hold and then back at her. she was still expressionless. He slid his hand and held her. she seemed to pull it back but he held on. He pulled it closer to his lips and placed a soft kiss, "good morning..."

She didn't react...yet she seemed to be in a hurry to get away. She immediately pulled away her hand, took the lappy and shut it down and walked away. He watched every action of hers keenly and lied down on the bed comfortably. He caressed her side of the bed and murmured, "i don't know how long this is going to take...but i am missing you geet..."

His lashes went heavy and he dozed off quickly. He had been working the whole night...so probably a late morning wouldn't hurt. Geet changed into her tracks and went for a walk. Everything of hers was so well incorporated in his room..that there was nothing that felt missing or new. She walked around the lawn for a while and stood by the swing. So many memories... so many moments... they flashed in front of eyes and she hated it. She didn't want to remember anything...anything at all. They pained her... everything was so beautiful yet it hurt and probably didn't have a meaning to her anymore. She pushed away all the thoughts and sat on the swing...gently swaying with the cool morning breeze.

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It was already a week and maan was getting even more worried about her. her entire concentration seemed to be focussed on the kids right now. He watched her serve them, feed them..speak to them, though minimal and dadima did say she spent her entire time onl and only with the kids. She stopped taking jasmeet or roops' calls...she hardly spoke to anyone else... she sometimes even ended up sleeping with the kids. Initially maan thought it was good that she was opening up with the kids but this was too much. she'd do their homework...not even let them even move a finger and did everything for them. She'd get too restless the entire time the kids were at school and stopped making them eat with their own hands.

It was a bliss for the kids to be pampered so much by her but it was worrisome. Maan slept on the bed all alone that night. she was away with the kids. She can't shut herself to everything. She has to interact with everyone. He thought for a while and then decided to speak to her the next morning. She wasn't angry or restless or blank with the kids..but she was like that when the kids were away. It troubled him as to why she was so angry.

The next morning, maan and dadima looked at each other and then at the kids who were throwing tantrums of the breakfast table while she complied to all their demands without even a word. This wasn't good for the kids as well. He saw namra spit out the food on the carpet she had taken in her mouth.

"namra what is this?", maan asked her sternly. The kids were never like this. He was amazed to see namra shout loudly at him, "chi... this is bad..i hate it..."

Before even he could say anything, he noticed geet cleaning the mess and rush to the kitchen to get something else for namra and he knew it was all because of geet's pampering. He shot a glare to namra, "is this the way to behave?"

"papa...it was very bad... nakul has become old..throw him out..he can't even cook properly now...", namra spoke back.

He was amazed at the audacity of this little girl in front of him. Sure he had taught his daughters to be firm and strong but never to be rude. They were getting spoiled...he knew it. But he was angry as well.

"Enough! How dare you say something like that to your elder? Mind you..nakul is much older to you namra...better behave yourself...apologize...now!"

Namra looked away angrily which angered him even more.

"namra...apologize!" he shouted.

Dia got scared and looked down where as namra looked at maan with her teary eyes. Their papa had never been so angry on them...then what did she do wrong? She burst out crying feeling humiliated. Maan closed his eyes...seeing her cry. He had been too rude perhaps. He went closer to hold her when geet, who had just come out of the kitchen, pulled her away and took her in her arms. She shot a glare to maan...and that anger was back! Maan was shocked to see that same look back on her face..the one that he had seen on the night mohinder visited them. He kept quiet and sat in his chair, not wanting to provoke geet.

Geet cuddled namra and wiped her tears, "you will NOT apologize...mamma is there na.. she will take care...here i got this for you...now finish it..or else you'll get late for school.."

She managed to quieten namra and fed her whatever she got. Her anger was still visible... and maan knew he just cannot say anything at the moment. The kids finished their food and ran out to the car, wearing their shoes. Geet stood up to seem them off when he held her hand and pulled her close. She retaliated immediately, trying to free her hands away. Her face was adorned with that frown...her forehead wrinkled and her breaths quick and hot.

He didn't even wait for her...rather shoved a few papers in her hands, "you are resuming your office tomorrow..."

He left her hands and walked out. He was totally upset about whatever happened. It was not geet's fault to be showering her love on the kids...but it was more of the kids getting too much affected by so much love and care.

That night, he carried her back to his room while she had dozed off with the kids. He slipped in beside her and looked at that innocent face which had hidden so many things from him. He had missed her a lot...but he didn't know how to bring her back. He was angry at the breakfast table this morning...and he had been planning to tell her about her joining back office. Morning events just made him react to the situation. He saw her turn towards him and roll closer in her sleep.

His heart skipped a beat...she looked so much at peace while asleep. Her one hand stretched out and fell on his cheek while the other was tucked under her head. He stilled for a wondering if she was awake but was relieved to find her asleep. Her touch gave him goose bumps... like it had been ages since he had ever felt this tender touch. He felt the corners of his eyes burn as he thought about those events of the past that had taken her so much far from him. He held her hand and kissed it softly, making sure she didn't wake up and held it close to his heart. He kept on looking at her for a long time... his skin couldn't forget that soft touch. He sighed...holding himself back and closed his eyes, trying to sleep.

She woke up early again the next day, feeling her hand go numb. She rubbed her eyes with the other and looked at her side. He was still holding her hand close to his heart and was asleep. She sighed and gently pulled away her hand not even caring if she woke him up. She changed into her tracks and went out for a walk. She was not allowed to do heavy workout for the time being. He watched her leave and looked at the time.. it was 5:30 am. He thought of going for a workout...but then dropped the idea and slept off again, feeling really sad to see no improvements in her.

He was woken up again with some noises in the room. He opened his eyes and looked at the time...it was going to be 7. He was late. He heard something again and his attention was drawn towards her, who was pulling out her suitcases, searching for her dresses. He sighed and got off the bed. He went closer, held her hand and pulled her away from that mess. She gazed at him for a while and looked away, trying to free her hand. He didn't let go.

"tumhare kapde wahan nahi hain... they are there...", he pointed his thumb towards his wardrobe.

[your clothes are not here...they are there..]

She didn't know when he did all that... but she was getting late. She pulled away her hand and walked towards the wardrobe, trying to select something proper for her office. He stood there with his arms crossed over his chest and kept on looking at what she was doing. Her back faced him and that's when he realized she was just out of the bath and wore a while knee length bath robe, with its belt tied around her waist tightly. Her hair was wet and she didn't even bother wrapping a towel around them. The water dripped down...some to her cheeks..some falling on the floor...while some slipping into her robe. He didn't even realize when and how he had walked closer to her...he just walked..lost in her. he had been holding himself back for so long, especially after realizing his feelings. But as they say...the more unreachable a thing is...the more desirable it becomes. He just wanted to be close to her...thats it.

She felt something behind her and turned around abruptly. She was startled to see him this close... their faces so much closer that she could feel his warm breath fall over her lips. She looked at him blankly, waiting for him to move away. But he was far from realizing anything. That sweet smell of her soap tickled his senses... and he leaned even further. His eyes fell on her lips which still had the droplets of water, teasing him. He was tempted to move them away and taste that soft pair of lush pink lips. He was drawn towards them like a magnet but stopped suddenly, feeling her hand over his chest, pushing him. He looked at her face but she seemed to avert her gaze. He hated it... he didn't even know what could he do now? But he was definitely not happy. She saw him waver and tried to leave...she didn't want to feel anything at all..and didn't want him to hope higher as well. She moved to a side when he just pulled her by her waist and pushed her against the closed door of the wardrobe and banged his fist right above her head.

She didn't even bother looking at him...rather tried to push him away. He was hurt... he squeezed her waist with one hand while the other hand still rested above her head and pressed his body against her, thereby locking her. she felt so suffocated...she tried even harder to push him away. He left her waist and squeezed her cheeks, making her look at him, "why are you running away from me geet?"

She stopped and closed her eyes, not giving up. He felt being stabbed by a knife in his heart, seeing her coldness.

"mujhe batao geet ki tumhe kya pareshaan kar raha hain... i know there is something else bothering you...tell me geet...batao...please...", his voice faltered giving out his emotions.

[tell me geet whats bothering you...i know there something else bothering you...tell me geet..tell me please...]

She opened her eyes all of a sudden and pushed him away with all her might. He was caught off guard and stumbled backwards and looked at her in shock.

"am getting late for office...", was all that she said before walking away holding her clothes.

Ohh yeah office...he remembered asking her to join the previous day. He saw her walk away and sighed sadly... still hurt yet pondering over the fact that he might be wrong in behaving like that with her. he took a quick shower and walked down to the breakfast table to deal with yet another scenario of coldness and hurt.

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