Part 57
She muffled her cry only to startle him yet again off his sleep.
She immediately pretended to go to the wash room. How could he sense her restlessness even in his deep sleep. How could she just ignore the depth of their relation??
When did she become such a shallow person? How did she? was more an apt question. She sunk down the closed door of the wash room. She held herself close & cried. He liked parata.. she didn't even know that.. her eyes burned as the tears poured. She rested her head on her knees & wondered how could she not know his health condition when he even knew where she kept her pen last after randomly making a note. The file was right infront of her. He never hid anything from her, nor did he made it salient. He was just there always like her shadow a silent beautiful part of hers. A shadow that is around her even in the darkest corner of the night. They were together alone like rock & water. But he never made her feel alone. Not once in all this years.
She hated how it felt. To have him so close & not feel his pain.
She didn't see through those moments when he just smiled & hid his hurt. She gulped back a lump that formed. She couldn't even openly cry, she now knew he would known.
After Maan checked on her couple of times she washed her face & came to bed.
He instantly held her closer. Don't worry so much, Dev will be fine he spoke placing a peck on her neck.
A lone tear feared to escape.
Next morning she was about to open her eyes.. when she could feel those eyes gazing her. She didn't open her eyes yet. She wanted to feel them little more. She could so feel his eyes scanning her like every morning just that today she felt it & waited for him to push those strands. Usually she would wake up at that right moment. Today she almost held her breath & rising heart beat & waited. Her fingers clutched the sheet in anticipation of his touch..
His fingers softly pushed the strands behind, drinking in the beauty of his wife. She was about to open her eyes when she felt his lips touch her them softly washing away every pain. A tear escaped Maan instantly kissed them away.
before he could question her, she woke up wiping her tears & then clutching her hair in to a bun
He didn't want to disturb her flow but he couldn't keep quite seeing her like this. Geet he said when she was entering the washroom
mujhe late ho raha hain.. she spoke in haste, running away from him.
He sighed knowing she had lot running in her mind right now. Dev & geet were supposed to be spending time together today. They both had planned a long day full of masti.
It was normal for geet to get so senti with Dev's leaving, infact he was dreading that. He feared she shouldn't not get into her shell. It really took him years to get the geet in her.
Geet couldn't face him. The guilt with in her was eating her. What was she supposed to say, how was she supposed to tell him what she felt. This was new to her..shame it was new. After being with him for so many years these feelings were surfacing now was indeed a shame. Not that she didn't like any of it before but didn't feel it like this before.
It took longer than usual freshening up time today.
She splashed water on her face & kept looking at herself trying hard to remember their togetherness. Just nothing .. all it was filled with moments with Dev. Even in those moments he was there.. she doesn't remember seeing or reading his reaction, or his face when he took dev first in his arms. She closed her eyes tight there was just nothing.
Defeated she went to the kitchen. While rolling the parata her mind was lost in all those years she made paratas & never even cared to offer him. Lekin unhone bhi tho kabhi nahi kaha... & she burned the one on the stove.
She sighed smacking herself kaha hoga tumhe hi nahi suna hoga
& then she remembered vaguely complaining abt having cereals for breakfast.
& there she successfully burned this one too.. by now the fire alarm went off. Maan rushed down & switched it off. Kitni bar kaha hain fire alarm ka battery nikal diya karo
or atleast leave the windows open
he spoke in his typical angry tone..
she was just gaping at him like a fool.
Maans temper was something both Geet & dev were quiet scared of. Scared.. don't know when she actually began to fear his temper. May be because he lost it when they were wrong & most of the time duo will land up goofing up.
Geet he spoke bring back up her attention to the last burned parata
Geet - wo main.. she panicked
main wo..
Maan - main wo kya geet he tried to understand
she spoke without realizing ' main aapke liyen parata bana rahi thi
he looked at burned parata with really? question mark on his face
geet - yeh nahi she immediately tried to put it away
Maan looked at the other side & shook his head all the paratas were burned
she bit her tongue & closed her eyes. Cursing herself.
Maan ' tum jake ready ho javo. Main bana deta hoon
geet ' nahi main
he gave a stern look.
After she left. He cleared up the whole mess & made paratas with the remaining boiled potatoes.
Geet got dressed in her causal salwar suit & sat infront of the mirror again lost. Why she never made breakfast for him all this years.. she tried to think hard for a good reason. 4 parata tho banathi thi.. 2 aur bana lethi tho kya jatha.
How much ever she thought she couldn't justify her act. Thats how it had been all this years. All her acts she couldn't have justified any of it!! She got horribly disturbed & buried her face in her palm.
Maan took his shower & came out. She was still sitting their lost in her thought burring her face in the palm. Geet he slowly patted her shoulder
she instantly got up ' do u need something
oh she wanted to suddenly do every thing for him. just that he had no clue what!
Maan reached to the hair brush.
She kept looking at him trying to figure out her own turmoil.
He looked at her couple of times & finally asked her feeling conscious. He was not used to so much attention from her.
Maan - Do u need something
geet ' nahi main aapka dress nikal dethi hoon
Maan looked at himself in the mirror & then at her reaching the cupboard ' yeh dress teehk nahi hain kya?
he asked cutely wondering
Geet ' nahi wo.. she looked at his; crisp blue shirt & smart fitted pants.
Mera matlab hain she reached to a matching tie & came back to him
he looked at her lost eyes & smiled. He gracefully took the tie & went to the cupboard & kept it in.
she was offended ' now u don't even like the tie I select
he was not knowing what to make out of her behavior. She was being so cutely different.
Maan ' I don't wear tie & all to office sweety.
aur tum subha se yeh sab kya kar rahi ho
she looked at his formal dress again with that lost look... like she was first time noticing what her husband wore to office.
Maan shook his head & pushed her to the kitchen ' tum jaldi se jake table lagvo. Dev aathi hoga.
She went down.
Every event was conspiring to drown her in a heart aching pool of reality. She didn't know what he eats, what he wears, what does she know? She questioned herself.
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muskan
Edited by muskanp - 12 years ago
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