Shackles of Love#31#MG Chapter 69-72 - Page 34

CHAPTER 70:

Maan was in a dilemma.

After yesterday's fiasco, he had badly wanted to confront Geet as her boss, but on deeper thought, he decided to bide his time. Their current state of affairs was not exactly top notch, and then him admitting that he had manipulated her again was surely not going to go down well with Geet.

He definitely had to wait and find a perfect time to reveal his identity.

But right now he had more pressing things on his mind, and that was his challenge.

Having dropped off Geet at KC and finished with his meetings, Maan returned back to KRK, pondering over the challenge he had thrown to Geet. He racked his brains hard, but was unable to come up with any remotely feasible idea. Giving up, he finally decided to take up on Annie's idea. But that was easier said than done as he had no clue how to go about it. He wasn't one for movies and songs and his knowledge on the subject would make a child laugh.

He sat twirling his pen, unable to come up with anything.

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Annie peeped into his cabin only to find him sulking and angrily attacking the piece of paper in front of him as if he wanted to murder it. Annie laughed at her brother's attempt and was surprised to find him talking and mumbling loudly to himself. He had changed so much, Annie thought in satisfaction. The man who wouldn't talk to anyone unless demanded, was now talking to himself. She laughed and mentally thanked Geet for coming into her brother's life.

However, it was now time for some fun, she grinned evilly.

Annie barged into his cabin and caught him embarrassedly trying to hide the piece of paper in his hand but she caught it and whisked it away to look at it. She laughed at his lame attempts at attempted poetry.

Maan blustered and threatened and shouted at Annie to overcome his embarrassment, however Annie wasn't one to give in.

She laughed and teased him mercilessly and then finally revealed that she had come to help her buddhu Veerji out. She pulled him and made him sit on a worn down couch, and grabbed his laptop. Settling beside him, she played the scene from the movie to give him an idea about how to go about things, and advised him to use songs which Geet likes. On his clueless look, she patiently asked him to go through Geet's mobile to see her favorite songs because women genrally have their own favorites.

Maan nodded, finally getting some clue to go about and thanked Annie profusely, while Annie smirked to herself. She innocently added that he should show her the finished product so that she can veto it but Maan rudely said no, embarrassed at the thought of baring his love-sick soul in front of his sister.

Annie managed to gulp down her annoyance, for she had known Maan wouldn't so easily give her the cd. But she wasn't Annie Rathod for nothing, she smirked. She had her back up plans in place.

Pretending to be all hurt and stoic, she took her leave and left the office, having a quick word with Pari on the way.

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It was way past midnight and while the whole world was sleeping, Maan Singh Khurrana was sitting in the living room, pretending to work diligently on the laptop, while keeping an eye on the bedroom, not wanting to be caught with his wife's phone in his hand.

Having no clue from where to begin, Maan was taking help of the internet. He browsed through Geet's song lists, selecting ones he thought would do. He was surprised to find quite a few old songs, which he remembered as his mother used to listen to them.

Surprisingly, this time the remembrance of his mother didn't cause him the sharp burst of pain, but more like a pleasant memory. He remembered her as being happy and even dancing with her when he was a teenager on one balmy evening while he had surprised his mother by coming early and found her swaying to the tunes on the radio.

[YOUTUBE]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nedHQ4Q3bhs[/YOUTUBE]

Jivan Ke Din, Chhote Sahi, Ham Bhi Bade Dil Vaale

Kal Ki Hamen Furasat Kahaan, Sochen Jo Ham Matavaale

Jine Kaa Rangin Mausam, Ye Khubasurat Zamaanaa

Apane Yahi Chaar Pal Hain, Aage Hai Kyaa Kisane Jaanaa

Jinaa Jise Aataa Hai Vo Inamen Hi Mauj Manaa Le

Kal Ki Hamen Furasat Kahaan, Sochen Jo Ham Matavaale

Jivan Ke Din...

Ye Zindagi Dard Bhi Hai, Ye Zindagi Hai Davaa Bhi

Dil Todanaa Hi Na Jaane, Jaane Ye Dil Jodanaa Bhi

Is Zindagi Ka Shukriya, Sadake Main Upar Vaale

Kal Ki Hamen Furasat Kahaan, Sochen Jo Ham Matavaale

Jivan Ke Din...

His mother had been happy that day, or at least content.

She had let go of her past and bitterness and learned to live. Why had it taken so long for him to see that?

He was so lost in memories, that he was surprised when he felt Geet's hand on his shoulder. He looked up to find her watching him in concern and he quickly subtly turned the laptops screen asking, "Tumhe kuch chahiye Geet?"

She shook her head, "Aap itna late kya kar rahe ho? Sona nahi hai aapko?"

"Nahi kuch zaroori kaam tha…"

"But it's nearly 3 Maan…Kal aapki meeting bhi to hai…" she said worriedly, "Zyada kaam hai? Mai help kar du aapki?"

"Nahi!" He nearly screamed, but managed to soften his tone, and murmur, "I am just waiting for a mail from a client. I need to reply to it and then will come. Tum jao aur so jao. Tumhe bhi to kal office hai na? Why aren't you sleeping?"

Geet had no answer to his question, and wild horses' wouldn't let her accept the one which came to her mind, that she was used to sleeping in his arms, and she missed his warmth beside her.

Muttering a non committal reply, she beat a hasty retreat.

She acknowledged that he had become an essential part of her life now, even when he had been at his worst, she had loved him, and now, when he was trying to make it all better, did she even have a miniscule of chance escaping from him aura?

She was fighting a losing battle, and she knew it. But she wasn't willing to put in her weapons and surrender.

Maybe she enjoyed all that attention he was giving her, she thought as she heated water to make some coffee. And if she accepted that she loved him too, then he would go back to being the complacent husband.

She wanted to see what he would do to win her over. She rejoiced in his attention. It had been a long time since she had been the centre of attention of someone's universe, and she was only but a woman to want to enjoy it to her fullest.

She watched him as he concentrated on something on his laptop, his hair tousled as if he had been mussing it up. He looked quite cute, she thought with that sulky droop to his lips instead of his perennial frown.

She came to him and offered him the steaming hot cuppa she had made for him.

Ho Oo.., Ho Oo.., Hooo.., Ho.. Ho..
Kaise Mujhe Tum Mil Gayi, Kismat Pe Aaye Naa Yakeen
Utar Aayi Jheel Mein, Jaise Chaand Utar Ta Hai
Kabhi Haule Haule Dheere Se

He looked at it, and then at her, taking the cup carefully , his eyes smiling his thanks as he wondered when he had become so lucky. He watched her as she went back to the bedroom, sipping his coffee, a feeling of warmth settling in his stomach that had nothing to do with the hot brew he had just ingested.

Gun Guni Dhoop Ki Tarah Se Tarannum Mein Tum
Chhoo Ke Mujhe Guzari Ho Yuh
Dekhu Tumhe Ya Main Sunoo,

Tum Ho Sukoon
Tum Ho Junoon..., Kyun Pehle Na Aayi Tum

Geet stopped at the door and turned back to look at him, as if the invisible shackle that bound them was pulling at her. Their eyes met, and locked. A message as old as time passed between them and Geet lowered her eyes, her cheeks turning red. With one last shy glance, she turned and left him to work, while she went to await his arrival as she tossed restlessly in bed.

Kaise Mujhe Tum Mil Gayi, Hooo..,

Kismat Pe Aaye Naa Yakeen, Hooo...

What he had been unable to achieve for the past couple hours, seemed to come instantly to him. He knew what he wanted to write and say.

Main To Yeh Sochta Tha, Ke Aaj Kal Uparwale ko
Fursat Nahi

Phir Bhi Tumhe Banaake Woh
Meri Nazar Main Chadh Gaya, Rutbe mein Woh Aur Badh Gaya

Finally his rough draft was ready. Annie had told him that woman liked to be complimented, and he had tried, but hadn't been able to come up with any words even remotely near to describing her. After all, she was special, she was his Geet, he smiled proudly.

Haaa..., Hannn...,
Badle Raaste Jharne Aur Nadi, Badli Deep Ki Tim Tim
Chhede Zindagi Dhun Koi Nayi, Badli Barkhaa Ki Rimjhim
Badlengi Rituein Ada.., Par Main Rahoongi Sada..
Usi Tarah Teri Baahon Mein Baahein Daal Ke Har Lamha Har Pal

He added the finishing touches and saved up the file and hurried to bed, somehow instantly knowing that Geet was awake, although she pretended to sleep.

No sooner had he joined her, he felt her small body cuddling into his as she still pretended to be asleep.

Haaa..., Hannn...,

Hooo.., Hooo..,

Zindagi Sitaar Hogayi, Rimjhim Malhaar Hogayi
Mujhe Aata Nahi Kismat Pe Apni Yakeen

Kaise Mujhko Mili Tu

Not having the heart to break her pretense, he just wrapped his arms securely around her and tranquility surrounded them as they dozed off in the other's arms with a contended smile playing on their lips.

AMAZING vm. MUST WATCH.

[YOUTUBE]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-3q2BuqVSAM[/YOUTUBE]

Precap:

CD😆 Finally😳

Maan ka izhaar-e-dil

Author's Note :