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part 6

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past...




the wind rustled and the leaves sprinted along the road kissing its surface gliding along from one side to other. the leaves looked golden brown, they have been shed from the trees around.

"its my favorite time of the year" geet said while she trudged along in a slow languid pace with maan by her side. while she said those words she leaned on maan's tall frame encircling her one arm against his.

they were out for a walk. unlike other couples who preferred overcrowded coffee shops and bistros for date maan and geet always preferred small walks where they experienced peace, calm tranquility in each others presence


"thats strange! for such a sweet sunny girl like you to have such a gloomy choice" maan smiled

"what's gloomy, i think its quite a pleasant choice, after all it is the prelude to new, and it is this pleasantly cool weather and this brisk walk i enjoy every year and it is possible only during this season given the extreme warm conditions during summers" geet answered with a smile.


maan's expression changed from amused to quizzical, and he asked, "every year? i know this year you have me to walk with but what about other years? i mean given your paranoid over protective dad did he ever allow you to walk on your own on other days? who did you walk with then?"


"An army of body guards" geet replied with a tight smile

maan clearly understood the discomfort and the pain that flashed across her face the moment the question came up. he mentally chided himself for at all asking.

"am sorry' he replied meekly

"wont you ask how he allows me now to be on my own?" geet half smiled while trying in vain to stifle a giggle that threatened to explode out.


maan immediately sensed that she was in one of her teasing moods, geet was becoming such a tease in his company. The first time he had met her she had appeared to be so prim proper yet simple and innocent but never had he imagined that she could be mischievous and flirtatious. she had opened up in maan's company and now she had learn t to smile, not only smile but laugh aloud, giggle and live life in true sense.

maan quirked his eyebrow, "hmm i never thought that the docile domesticated sweet girl i meat at the party could be all feisty and flirtatious, geet for a girl like you it's hell of a transformation!" and while he said those words he mischievously leaned down bringing his face closer to geet's intending to steal a quick scorching kiss.


"maan" geet stalled him midway, "behave please, we are in public"


"hmm so you mean when we are in private i have the liberty to kiss you, good after 3 months of dating i finally get to do something more than just hold hands" maan quipped


geet had turned all beetroot red, she had not expected to hear such things from maan,she always thought he was different, she downcasted her eyes as if mortified and while she was still pondering over maan's words his next words shocked her beyond imagination.


"so geet my place or yours? where shall we go for some private moments, i suggest my place would be more apt given the lack of butlers and servants hustling and bustling around with tea trays and cookies. that way we'll be less disturbed'" he said

geet's eyes flew to his and the moment they crashed against each other the laughter in his eyes was evident. geet was appalled he was backfiring her own tactic at her, he was teasing her, flirting with her. geet thought, "okay maan if you wanna play so we are going to but rules will be mine and i'll win at the end of the day."


geet replied with the seductive silkiest tone ever, "yours" and batted her eye lashes

maan was awestruck, "does she mean it? But how? Why when? How can i?" maan thought with a puzzled expression written across his face. he had all but never expected such a reply from geet and with her altering her voice and batting her eyelashes.

He was dumbstruck and the next words came in a whisper, "ok, let's go"

he made a mental note that once they were at his place he would tell her.

They hailed a cab and were soon set off.

Maan looked pensive and tried to look out of the window while geet sat next to him trying hard not to laugh, she had a grin plastered upon her face though.

The jerked to a stop and they were soon climbing the steps to maan's small apartment that he had rented in the city. Once at the door, geet saw maan fumbling with the keys, his hands trembled helplessly while he tried to put the key in the lock which he missed everytime. Geet couldn't stop smiling neither could she stop the tender feeling that swept her heart for maan. Of all the boys that she had come across none would miss an opportunity like this, in fact in the past many had pursued her relentlessly for dinner dates hinting at the choice of a cozy restaurant a little outside the city so that they could stop by at a nearby hotel for a sleepover since it wouldn't be convenient to drive at night that too so late. But maan , he was different, he loved her but never made an attempt to touch her even when out on dates without her will. Infact she was the first one to initiate touch in their relation. On their first date and on several dates that followed maan had maintained a safe but cozy distance from her.

Finally the struggle with the key that seemed endless ended and geet was now privy to maan's small sweet but comfortable and far from the prying eyes of servants apartment. She walked in with easy grace. The house, yes actually that was the first thought that crossed her mind. Her huge palatial mansion with all the luxuries and grandeur seemed pale in front of what she saw now. The apartment though small had been tastefully done, there were simply pale while and beige curtains on the windows, there was a small couch and a few bean bags strewn all around in the living room in front of a small television set. There were pictures on the wall with maan posing with various friends of his, with his family and few pictures of a toddler who resembled maan. At the far end of the room beside the kitchen was a small dining table with seating arrangement for four with a simple table cloth adorning its top. The kitchen had been done in white and blue, unlike her house where the kitchen was stocked with crockery's from around the world, with silver and bronze utensils gleaming in the sunlight, here there were a few plates and bowls of ceramic arranged in a small wooden rack that hung from the wall. A frying pan was hung on a hook just adjacent to the rack with a small sauce pan giving company. From a small compartment peeped out all the spoons of various shapes and sizes. There was small gas oven with two burners resting on a top and beside it geet could see the various spices that had been judiciously divided into small proportions into plastic containers of various colors. House had warmth in its air, as if welcoming its guests with open arms unlike her's that spoke of class and had a certain heir of arrogance in its very look devoid of any feelings, devoid of emotions, placid and frigid. She loved this mall house in comparison to her mansion. The walls seemed friendlier done in hues of peach and blue and the entire dcor made her fel at peace that she never experienced in her own palace. While she was surveying this small house she had completely forgotten about maan who was still standing at the door hesitating to come in.

"I love your house maan, its lovely, so neat, so simple yet so serene, the curtains are beautiful..." geet trailed off. When she got no response from maan she turned to her side to see and when she found that she was standing alone blabbering she turned around to see maan still standing at the door.

"Why are you there maan? And since when? I would have never realized." Geet asked

Maan hesitated for a second , "hmmm, geet actually I, I mean we, I mean..."

"Yes" geet implored "what is it?"

"it's not all right" maan burst out

Geet was a bit flustered, since she didn't understand maan's strange behavior, the very reason as to why they were her, all the teasing and the game was all lost.

"what is not right? The curtains?" geet asked

"curtains!" maan exploded and this time he strode straight where geet had been standing.

"yes, I thought you are talking about it, since I referred to it last, you meant something else?" geet asked innocently.

"yes" maan said gritting his teeth, "I never intended to bring you here like this, my intentions were not as I pretended them to be, I mean geet when I said I wanted to be alone with you and spend some private moments, I was teasing you" maan said apologetically.

This time geet couldn't stop herself and the walls the maan's small apartment reverberated in mirth. She burst into peals of laughter. She had forgotten all about it but maan was still wallowing n the past. But then a naughty thought crossed her mind while she was assessing maan's reaction that appeared to be flummoxed at geet's strange behavior.

"why are you laughing? Is something that I said was funny?" maan asked

"yes, I mean what is there to be so awkward maan? I mean we love each other so I don't see anything wrong in it and by the way where's the bedroom" geet teased

The very mention of bedroom made maan jump, he couldn't believe what he was hearing, "no, no, this is going all wrong" he vehemently started denying while he looked at geet who was mere inches away, while she said the words she had walked a few paces and had come to stand a few inches away. Before he could continue anymore geet pulled him inside and banged the door closed. Little did they know that somewhere on the other side somebody was busy conspiring against their love.

In mohinder handa's chamber

"if what you are saying is true, then I'll not leave that s**n*, how dare he cast his dirty eyes upon my daughter! My daughter! That insect!" mohinder handa thundered.

"I know what am saying, you can count on me on that, by the way I need to go now, since I have some appointments to take care of" the man said.

"what appointments? Gambling!" mr handa sniggred in distaste

"that's none of your business, goodbye" with that rahul strode off mr handa's chamber with a wicked grin written all over his face.

Present

While geet was busy making coffee, this time with all the right ingredients maan strolled across her living room surfing through the various books that were arranged on the racks when his eyes went to red gleming cover, once he took it out he saw geet's name engraved upon it in golden. Though he knew that it was considered bad manners to read somebody else's diary yet he couldn't contain his curiosity since the year that was mentioned on the cover was the same as the one in which they had parted. Checking , whether geet was seeing , when he was convinced that geet was busy in her chore, he turned a few pages only to stumble upon...

Zindagi na jane kis mod pe lai hai

Jise chahte hai vo samajha nai

Kya kare kuch pata nahi

Ab na hosh hai zindagi ka

Na tamanna jine ki

Bas ek aas hai use ji bhar dekhne ki

Na koi bandhan na rishta pyaara lage

Par kya kare jab who begane lage

Dukh hai unhe yakeen nahi hum pe

Bas ek arzoo

Ki who berukhi ka kaaran bata de

Hume hamari kiye ki sazaa suna de

Chahe zidd samjhe ya chache hamari guzaarish

Hai akhri hi sahi hamari arzoo hai.

-------- geet handa

(poem by my sweet dear soul sis appy. Since it echoed the feelings of geet at the time she had been betrayed by her father and deserted by maan I decided to use it as geet's thoughts that she had penned down while her heart was in exile.)

Maan felt his eyes go misty, while he was busy making money and fame for himself his love had been going through so much. How would he ever forgive himself.

Precap: more on maneet and past

That's part 6 for you, am thankful to each of you for the lovely comments and likes that you showered upon me in the last part. The poem written by geet in this part is actually a contribution made by my dear friend appy, Please do comment and encourage her to write more and please let me know as to how you liked the part am all ears. Once agin a big thank you and hug to all my readers love to all!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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just loved the teasing session
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1st of all thanks for using this poem.. or mujhe is story k bre me kuch nai pta.. so i'll read it 1st then i'll comment.. love you Ms. Gayab..

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