MG SS- SANEYEEKA THREAD 1 - Page 45

His night went changing sides, worried about her. Where did she go? Where did she stay? Was she alright? He didn't even realize when he slept off, lost in her thoughts. Was that even love what they had shared nights ago? Where was this relation going? Did she still want to marry him? Given his conditions, he knew he was in no position to get married to anyone. His perfect life was shattered leaving him with nothing. But she came back again and with such a force that he had none but her in his mind all through.

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He woke up late, mentally exhausted. He had kept on fighting with his heart and mind all through the night. He didn't want to go to office or even out of his room. He had completely forgotten that she was back. He dragged himself to the washroom and freshened up. He decided to just work from home for this one day. It was going to be difficult but he didn't feel like doing anything. He changed into fresh clothes and went downstairs. The weather was bright and his mansion looked brighter as well. He saw the servants doing their work as usual but there was a different aura surrounding the house altogether. He ignored and sat for breakfast. He waited for the servants to go and get his food but they didn't care. It was the first time ever…they knew they had to rush his food the moment he got to the table but everyone seemed to ignore him today. He was getting really mad at their ignorance. He was about to blast on them when he saw her, walking out of the kitchen, carrying his tray. He blinked a couple of times to take in that beauty in front of her…wet locks cascading down her shoulders, her kohl lined eyes…her dupatta brushed the ground as she walked, smiling. He just kept on looking at her, without even moving a bit. She served him lovingly and sat beside him, watching him. He snapped out of his reverie and glared at her. It was then he remembered that she had come back last night itself and their confrontation. He looked at his plate and her hopeful eyes, clearly understanding that she had made it. He leaned back on the chair, without even touching the food.

"geet…just go away…"

She looked at him..he was still angry on her. She had to manaofy him no matter what. She had come back for him.

She smiled and repeated herself, "How can I go when I came for you?"

She was calm, composed and cool which left him restless. He didn't want to indulge himself in anything as of now. He pushed away the plate roughly, Making everyone jump, "nahi chahiye tumhari madad samjhi… just go away.."

The servants sensed the situation and quietly moved away giving them privacy. He sighed and looked at her. But she was still calm and composed that made him even more restless. She said nothing…that hit him. She just quietly cleaned the mess and served him again, "aap apna gussa khane par mat nikaliye please…"

She walked away, leaving him confused she never reacted, she never told him anything. He closed his eyes, feeling so many things again. Her payal played a sad note as she walked away. His heart ached to have shouted at her like that. He himself was confused, mad, and lonely and then her suddenly coming back just stirred his otherwise monotonous life. He closed his eyes recalling the last time they were together on their engagement. But somewhere deep within, he just wanted to run to her and hug her tight. But the fact that she never cared ate him within. He didn't even want to know why she came back now. What was the point? Even she will leave him and go away.

He looked at the plate and a tear slipped down his eyes. He ate the food, relishing every bite of it. Her taste….it reminded him of his mom. It was almost the same as her. He blinked a couple of times to stop his tears and stood up. He could just not let himself flow in the surge of emotions. He left the food halfway and went to the study. He never even bothered to know where she stayed. He just wanted some peace. He knew staying at home was going to be of no help. He changed and went to office, changing all his plans. She stood at the end of the corridor, watching his every move. he never realized she was in the corridor. He just wanted to get away from that feel and just walked away.

He returned late, tired. Just to avoid getting back home, he had overworked and exhausted himself. The empty mansion haunted him. But the moment he opened the door, a new freshness surrounded him. He looked around but there was nothing that had changed. Everything was same… but the feel was very different. He knew she was still there somewhere… he felt at peace for he had spent the whole day dying every moment thinking where she stayed or if she left him and went away. He definitely didn't want her away but that anger and pain within him didn't let her come near him either. He had found her back after so many days of pain and loneliness..how could he just let her go?

He walked in slowly, his eyes invariably looking for her. He heard her faint payal..he turned back to see her come out of the kitchen. She wore a beautiful yet plain salwar kameez and had let her hair down. she looked no less than an angel. She smiled as she kept the dishes on the table, "aap aa gaye? Chaliye fresh ho jaiye..mein khana laga deti hun… subah bhi aapne nashta nahi kiya tha…"

He just kept on looking at her…what was going in her mind? Why was she doing all that? He felt her hold his hand.. so soft and tender she was, "arrey aise kya dekh rahe hain? Jaldi kijiye…khana thanda ho jayega…", she spoke ever so cutely and then twisted her lips, "you didn't even come back for lunch…I was so waiting for you..you know that!!"

She tried to pull him towards his room. He just snapped and pushed her away, "why are you doing all this? Aakhir chahti kya ho tum?"

She maintained her composure…which irritated him even more. What is this girl made of? She smiled and caressed his cheeks, "I want you happy…", she spoke and hugged him close, resting her head on his chest. She could feel his heart beats rise. But he didn't hold back. His hands ached to hold her close like that night… but his anger didn't let him. He breathed in sharply, holding himself back, "no… leave me alone Geet. "

Her hands snaked around his waist, making him weak, "that is what I cannot do…", she spoke softly.

He pushed her yet again, "You never cared.. You will also leave me I know…"

She dared to come close and cupped his face, "people come to our lives only to leave... You have to learn that Maan. But how does that matter when I am with you now?"

He just left from there. Why does she always say that? He just hated the outcome. He was about to step on the stairs when he heard her voice, "I will be waiting for you…."

"Just send it to my room…", he spoke coldly and went away. She smiled…at least he considered eating in his room. She served his plate and went to his room. He was in the washroom. She kept the tray on the table and looked around. It was dark, his books scattered here and there, the windows were shut tightly..the sheets were crumpled. She sighed and kept the books away. She opened the window and moved away the curtains, letting the moonlight in. the wind rushed in to dance around her…the stars twinkled brighter. She changed the sheets and walked out before he came.

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