MILAN- The Final Destination
PART- 104
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She walked inside an eerie feeling creeping under her skin. The room looked scary in dark; everything was covered with a white cloth. She removed all the clothes n closed the door before switching on the lights. When she turned around the blow of shock was blinding, her hand flew to her mouth. It was her room.
Her eyes must be under some kind of illusion. Geet moved ahead to the pink bed, her sheets. She touched the soft material unable to grasp or draw a line between reality and fantasy. It was all so surreal.
There were stuffed toys placed on the head board n on shelves above just like it had been in her room. She could swear the stuffed koala was hers, because she had placed the polka dotted bow around its neck n it was her favorite. She hugged it to her chest, ghosts of the past surrounding her. Her tears leaked out, soaking into her favorite toy and she half expected it to extend a hand n wipe her tears.
She looked at the side table arranged just like the way she liked, book shelf filled with romantic novels, even the dressing table was just like the one which was in her room, the makeup material of the brand she preferred. She touched it all with her bare hands, to make sure it was not a dream.
Opening the cupboard she found some of her clothes on the top cabinet, she mildly remembered these were the clothes she had left behind while leaving for London. On the lower cabinet were some of her other things, including a big box. She pulled it out n wiped off the dust with one of the white clothes. Inside the box the first thing she saw was her skirt. The one Maan had taken off when they had first met in Ujwal Academy. She laughed from behind tears seeing it. There were other things too... the box of sweet candy probably the one she had given him from her first earning, her other gifts to Maan from New York, all carefully packed n stored like treasure. She stood up not able to sit at one place n ignore all others.
At that moment what she felt couldn't be described either in words or in any other way known. She must be in some other world. The mixed, burly emotions made it difficult for her to think. The long lost happiness was bubbling inside her; it was immense, weighing her down. She nearly ran to the corner where numerous crushed pages were piled and slumped down on the floor opening one page.
You left me, why?
Her happiness evaporated.
Other one...
How will I live?
Another...
Geet where are you? Come back please.
Another...
You have to come back.
One after other she opened the soiled, old pages filled with random lines in sloppy hand writing.
Kya khata thi meri, bewafa ka naam de gai
Bas be-inteha pyaar kiya aur mujhe tanha chod gai
Mujhe satana chod de ya yaad aana chod de
Bin tere jeena gawara nai,
Tu wapas aa jaa, ya mujhe muat ka sahara de de
Her hands were shaking as she read it again and again. The paper slipped from her hands but the lines repeated in her mind on n on n on. For a second she stared at the wall after that sobs erupted from her mouth, loud n agonizing. She couldn't force her hands to pick another paper. His thoughts screamed to her, slapped her.
What did she do?
He... he was never wrong. God, he didn't betray her. She did.
Everything untwisted in her brain, knots opening, doubts fading. She left him, believed that Kiya and doubted him. She had seen Shreya n Maan but didn't give him chance for any explanation. She just left n made him go through all the pain. How much more foolish a person could get. She claimed she loved him n what a mockery of love she had made. Loved him but couldn't trust his love.
Because I love you dammit.
He had said n then what were her words to him?
No you don't.
She thrust her hands onto the floor breaking her bangles. The pain she already felt wasn't enough, nothing in comparison to the one she made him go through. Every punishment in the world wasn't enough for her. Broken glass pieces punctured her skin but she didn't stop. It was nothing in front of the pain that was gripping her from inside, pulling her deeper.
I missed you so much my life depended on your memories.
She almost heard his voice and looked around. He was nowhere. In this condition she couldn't even place from where these words had come from. Blood flowed down her wounded skin, uselessly. All these years of suffering, just because of her foolishness, she hurt him. She glanced all around at the exact replica of her room back in New York that he had made and stood up. Even the location of this room was carefully selected so that the window was in the same direction as her room.
Another realization tackled her with doubled intensity, he loved her.
Maan loved her. She was scared she would die with the ecstasy. It was too much and she wasn't used to it. She wanted to embrace it yet was scared it would all slip from her hands.
Mommy. The faint coo brought her back to the ground n remembering about Jia, she quickly wiped her tears brushed her clothes n took a white cloth to cover her injured hands not planning to scare Jia with the blood. Before rushing out her eyes all of a sudden were drawn to an envelope lying on the side table tucked under a vase. Her name was written over it in capital letters. She opened the envelope and pulled the papers out. It was a letter. She first thought it was written by Maan but the script was feminine n not Maan's. She turned the page n it was signed in the end by the name Shreya.
Her brows creased. Mommy. Geet slipped the letter back in the envelope, kept it on the table n came out, hurriedly locking the door.
Yes Jia. Geet said coming to her.
Aap kahan thi? The rules say you have to search for me par aap toh aayi nai. She said distressed.
I am sorry Jia. Mommy is not feeling well. Hum baad me khele?
Now Jia was more distressed. Fever hai kya? Kissy chahiye? Geet smiled at the little angel.
The story Rajendra told him wreaked devastation in him yet it wasn't complete. Just a part of what Geet had been through. His hands tightened on the steering wheel. Images of what Rajendra said played in his mind. Geet losing her parents, living at a place with those ruthless people-don't know how they would have treated her when she was kept like a princess all life by her parents-then her going astray and finally salvation in a government hospital miles away from anyone who knew her.
When Meera had slapped him, nothing but pure rage had boiled inside him and he thought he would blast any second. He wasn't one of those persons who would let go of someone that played with his honor but he controlled that moment because the urge to know the truth about Geet was far huger than showing Meera her right place. His mind had actually started forming plans for taking revenge from her but all his anger melted away like soft wax when Rajendra told him about Meera had done for Geet. All these years she took care of his love and a slap couldn't change that, in fact he was indebted to her. When people don't give any importance to blood relations she stood by her friend all these years, did everything she could for Geet, shifted to India.
If Meera and Rajendra wouldn't have been there then' Maan shuddered with just the imagination of what could have happened to his Geet. A rush of regret filled him. He should have gone after her; she was in London for a few days. How things could have been different if only he had gone to search for her n made her his despite her protests. Then she wouldn't have gone through that hell. At that second he vowed to deal with every person who had a share in inflicting pain on his Geet. He would make sure that they suffered till the end of their lives.
Maan wondered if the person Geet's family had claimed that Geet eloped with was the one who filled her mang. But, Geet would never do that she would never run away to get married n stealing money n jewels? It wasn't possible. Perhaps the man pressurized her, taking advantage of her love. Did she love him? Another shot of numbing pain hit him but he wouldn't let anything come in his way. He had a mission in hand and nothing could stop him not even his own pain.
Daddy. Jia said stretching her arms for Maan to pick her up.
Why is your T-shirt wet? Maan asked enquiring about the sticky material at the front of her top.
She scratched her head trying to remember. Pata nai tya lag gaya. She sucked her upper laying her head on Maan's chest.
Maan shook his head n changed Jia's clothes. Now don't get this dirty, okay?
Otey. She gave a toothy grin.
Mommy kahan hai?
Her mouth formed an O as she spoke next. Mommy is in her room. Unko fever hai. Now that just put oil in the fire.
Geet was pacing in her room; she had heard that Maan had come back n felt no less than a new bride. Her heart pulsated inside her chest and she wondered how to go in front of him.
Not much time did she get to think about her entry because Maan beat her to it n entered her room like a tornado.
Gee'. He couldn't complete before she ran direct into his arms. His arms naturally circled around her, cocooning her n his insides for the first time in the day felt at peace, still he couldn't forget what Rajendra had told him n his hold tightened on her.
She didn't have fever he could tell but that didn't lessen his worry. Geet kya hua? Tum thik ho na?
There was no answer. It was the first time that she was hugging him freely. She took in his husky smell n rubbed her face against his hard chest. He loved her. Like in that moment she got everything she could ever ask for or more than that. As she pressed her body closer to him, her soft breasts flattened into him n he massaged her back losing himself, his hands going lower n lower with each stroke.
He was incredulous why she was behaving like this and when her tears wet his shirt he got scared that she was rejecting his touch. Although after parting n looking at her face he got shocked. There was this glow present that she had recently attained n strange kind of glee that enlightened her whole face n eyes.
Geet' He held her hand in his and she winched. Tumhare haath me kya hua?
Kuch bhi toh nai. She lied, moving back n diverting her face. He pulled her closer and pushed the sleeves back. Her wrists n heels of palm had small slits n punctures. She had cleaned the wounds n was wearing full sleeved kurta so that no one would notice her hands.
Geet gasped trying to snatch her hands back n hide her wounds but he pulled her towards the bed.
Tumne phir khud ko chot puhuchayi? He asked pain filling his eyes with unshed tears; all this was taking a toll on him. Mujhe laga tum khush. He actually thought that she was at least a little happy after coming back from farm house; she looked different n last night they were together too.
Mai khush hu. She said instantly trying to make him happy but her words weren't convincing enough, the wounds on her hand sang another tune. Maan stood up n brought first aid box, applied ointment on her hands. She wanted to tell him to not worry but his cell rang. He attended the call n she knew he was leaving. Mujhe office jana hai. She nodded about to cry for sending him office like that, she decided to try again to console him, to tell him anything that would improve his mood but he had already left when she raised her head. She cursed herself about to hit her hand on the lamp but stopped. This was the reason he was upset n she was going to do the same thing again.
She wouldn't hurt herself if it bothered him even if it was the only thing that was keeping her alive all these years.
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Edited by OsheenDGr8 - 12 years ago
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