Part Two (For Kinju...Get well soon babuš¤)
Waving back at her friends, she turned around with a huge smile on her face. Indeed going out with her friends was a great idea. Tonight, she couldn't remember a single dull moment. It was fun. Pure fun. She was happy.
But that what she feared the most in her life.
Too much happiness is always dangerous. That what she believed.
Happiness was just not her word and that's why, she was standing here, in the lawn of her huge mansion gifted to her by her father rather than being consumed in the warmth of her 2 bed apartment, she had on her own. She needed a reality check of her roots and this place surly provides her that.
The soft grass under her feet was flushed green and shinning bcause of dew-drops. The atmosphere around was filled with the smell of different flowers. The gardener, she hired to take care of this place, indeed was taking very good care.
"I wish, every gardener would have been like this. Taking care of the flowers, he ploughed" A dreamy emotion took place on her face as tears took their, in her black deep eyes.
"I wish my father would have taken care of us like this" The small girl inside her just wished. She kept looking at the huge mansion in front. Could this house, this lifeless house compensate for all the tear filled nights, she spent wishing to see her father, tucking her nicely in the bed. Could it make her forget about those days when all of her friends use to go back home from the boarding school while she would sit beside the common phone, waiting to get a call from her father. How she wished that he would ask her to get back home but it never happened. Everytime, her hopes went to gutter. Every time, her heart broke into million pieces before finally she accepted the facts of her life.
Coming back to reality, she looked down. She felt bad on crushing the soil and grass with her heels so she took them off and in response, the grass provided her soothes and cold calm feeling to her feet as if embracing her and appreciating her gesture.
"Heaven" she murmured.
In this whole house, if she liked one thing that was this lawn.
She decided to have a small walk so holding her shoes in her hand, she just did that.
Her thoughts had occupied her so much, that she didn't hear the THUMP voice, occurred a few feet away from her.
Someone jumped into the lawn and dusted his shirt and pants after getting up, which got slight mud marks on few places. He took out a folded paper from the front pocket of his shirt and a pen from the side pocket of his pants as he note down something. His eyes got fixed on the person, pacing infront of him, once they got lifted from the paper.
The view was Mesmerizing.
The same devilish black dress. Those heels that were providing height and grace to her slender body were hanging in her fingers now. Her hairs still were straight as if she is coming straight from a parlor right now. Her bare skin glowing under the effect of the full moon and the distant yellow light posts. Her face was hidden from his view and that irritate him. He loved to meet and observe people face-to-face and right now, he was just going to set the scene according to his style.
"You enjoy staying alone" His voice startled her. Her breath got caught in her lungs to hear a stranger's voice and then, she turned to look at him, holding her heart with one hand. His eyes were fixed on the paper. She frowned on knowing that a stranger was standing on her property without her permission. How could security allow him in when she strictly ordered to not let anyone get inside without her consent .
Staying unaffected to her stare, he continued.
"Can let go off your staff just to have some 'YOUR' time. Could do house chores. Love hanging out with your friends, play pranks and love walking on the grass bare footed" Maan explained everything one by one and looked up.
"When you get shocked, your mouth stay opened, working as a tunnel for flies and mosquitos" She closed her mouth that instant. "And you place a hand on your fast beating heart...Damn, I should have brought a camera with me to capture this moment" He kept on murmuring to himself.
"Who the hell are you...and how...How you get in?" As she got her breath back, she shouted at him. She looked around to get a sign of security guards or watchman but no one was in view. Must be sleeping somewhere. Damn lazy.
She doesn't pay so much for the security to let a trespasser get into her lawn.
Maan eyes followed the direction she was looking in and got the hint.
"Guess, your security is a fail" He said out loud and as she looked back at him with killing eyes, he pouted and raised his shoulders that made her angrier.
"How you get in?" She said in between her teeth. Something about him told her that he willn't harm her.
"This wall" He patted the white wall behind him as he continued. "is quite small for the taste of such big mansion...by the way, is it yours?" He got back into his journalist mode.
"Who the hell are you to ask me that?" She barked.
"Security...Security" She called but no one came.
"You must have heard about me...I am Maan Khurrana, the journalist" She ran the name in her mind before it came to halt and recognized it but instead of easing her out, it tensed and agitated her more.
"The journalist, who is constantly bugging my secretary for an interview..." Her tone was more accusing that a statement.
"Bugging??...OH...No No NO..." His eyes grew wider as if he has been sentenced for an unrespect crime "I was being very polite in asking her about a date to set up an interview"
"POLITE?" The word strutted out from her mouth
"...You call that polite?...In which sense of politeness you don't know the meaning of NO...when she told you once that am so not interested in giving an interview then why you are asking her again and again" She crossed her hands over her chest and raised her brow.
"And maybe she would have told you that I willn't take No for an answer..." He explained calmly. Her fierce eyes didn't affect him a bit.
She felt like banging her head.
"Listen, if you haven't understood it before...Let me make it clear...I love my privacy and I am so not interested in making that public..." She said as a matter of fact.
"I understand...No one of us like to compromise on our privacy but you also need to know that this is my job. You are a public figure who attracts people attention. They want to know about you. Your personal life. Your family background. And being a journalist, it's my job to give that information to people which they need" He explained her calmly.
Geet stared at him for a moment before she dropped her heels on the grass and rushed her fingers through her hairs. She was feeling highly irritated.
Maan looked at her. She seemed so weak at this moment. A person who is trapped in a world she doesn't want a part of to be. Is that what happened with her? He wondered.
But before her mind could explode and she bombarded him with some words, she doesn't like to speak, her phone rang.
And that's when Maan noticed a small pouch that was hanging on her shoulder. She quickly took out the phone and attend the call.
"Hey..."
"What? How did that happen?" Her expressions turned grimace. She closed her eyes for a moment and when they opened, Maan witnessed a sheer line of wetness in them. Her free hand ran in her hairs as if to calm herself but nothing seems to work for her.
"Ok...OK...stop crying maasi...I do know it will be nothing serious...He will get through it..." But more than supporting her maasi, she was trying to console herself.
"Yeah, yeah...I am coming right away...You take care haan...If you will get this worried, who will take care of him...hmmm...I am coming from the next available flight" She turned away quickly and moved towards the gate as she cut the first call and dialed another number. Maan put forward his hand to call her but stopped in the mid-way.
What if she really has a big issue to deal with? Will it seem right that for his own benefit, he harass her in this situation?
The well-wisher inside him that his mother raised was all ready to give her her space, her time...But the greedy part of him, he acquired from his father wanted to have that interview to get done with it...
"Mahima...Yes, Geet here...Book me a ticket for the ext available flight to Dubai...Its urgent" She said before the sleepy head watch man came out and salute her. She ignored him completely and get into the car that she always keep for herself in her mansion.
Maan keep looking at her moving away. Her car rushed through the big steel gates.
"I think this interview can wait a bit" He murmured as the part, his mother cherished all these years won over the selfish part of his father.
"But what would have happened that she rushed to Dubai in such hurry? Who is this HE...and what happened to him that she is so concerned about him?" He wondered.
Somewhere, the anxiousness of this situation provoked him to go behind her and get to know about the mystery.
"Journalist Maan, Its time that you become a full time Investigator..." He smirked to himself before the watch man noticed a stranger in the garden and came to him.
"Who...Who are you? And what you are doing inside without having permission?" He tried to hold Maan hand but Maan shook it away.
"I can go by myself..." He said with a strong voice and suddenly an idea struck to him so he blurted out before he could think anymore.
"If your Maam get to know that you treated her guest like this...you are in so danger... She already saw you sleeping on duty...Don't you think another complain against you, will kick you off from this job?" His persona was strong and confident that almost made watch man believe to his sentence.
"You...You are Maam's guest...Why haven't you told me earlier Sir...Please, Don't complain...I have 3 small kids to look after" Watch man was almost begging now.
"Don't worry, I willn't do any complain...But from next time, be careful" The watch man salute him just like he did to Geet few minutes before.
Maan moved towards the main gate and got a grin.
"Tera raasta choodon na..." He whistled as he too took out his mobile and dialed a number.
"Hey Rahul...Please book me a ticket to next available flight to Dubai..." He called his friend who was a travel agent.
"No problem Maan...Will do that" Maan said a quick thanx and dialed another number.
"Hey man...I need a favor...Can you please keep a track of whereabouts of Miss Geet Handa in Dubai...According to my info, she is coming to Dubai from tomorrow's flight...So hopefully, it will not be a hard task...I will be coming there tomorrow too"
"Thank you so much..." His grin reached to its full that deepened his dimple.
"No matter how much you ignore me Ms. Handa...I will have my own way to find out things"
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Edited by ..oneOone.. - 11 years ago
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