MILAN- The Final Destination
PART- 133
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No. Not now.
Never.
She wasn't ready and last thing she needed to do was to humiliate herself in front of so many people... herself n also Maan.
Maan. God, he had done so much n right now he must be expecting her there. But she would save him actually by not going there. She was a shame on the name of his wife. As he stood strong n proud, she was the burden nobody needed. Geet started to cry. But she didn't go.
Maan had left before because he wanted to make sure everything was perfect. He had no idea that she wouldn't come. He should have taken her with him. He should have-
Wo mili?
Maine mansion me sab jagah dekha n apke room me bhi check kia. Awaz bhi lagai. Jia baby ne kaha ke was thodi deer pehle usse bye bol kar gai thi.
But the guard said she hasn't gone out. Maan raked a hand through his hair n sprinted up the stairs. He felt let down, was exasperated, disappointed... angry but most of all he was worried. As the time had passed n conference started he had waited for her. Dadimaa n Annie weren't home n Rohan had reached the conference directly from office after making some arrangements. When Maan had called her she didn't pick up the phone n servants had no idea where she was.
If she was out somewhere... hurt? Maan didn't want to think. The guards said she hadn't left. So must be in KM only. She had to be. He would kill everyone in the security otherwise n the driver who had let her go without him despite his orders.
Was he too fast? He just thought she would be elated, a bit scared but happy with this new thing. Music was her passion. And Maan thought a renewed connection with it was a step forward in her resurrection. He just wanted to see her happy in every way possible. For him this was just a conference. He attended hundreds. Not like he was throwing her in front of starving sharks. And he would have been there with her. Would have taken care of all the questions n whatever she was anxious about. Why the hell she didn't come?
Thankfully they hadn't announced that Geet was to come in the conference as it was meant to be a surprise. That element proved a saving grace when she didn't showed up. Still there would be stories in media why the CEO of the company was absent n between the business biggies too it would be a big question mark. The first conference, such crucial beginning of any venture, and so much drama. Khurana Empire would always carry this mark on its history pages.
Maan peeked inside Jia's room n then entered his. Geet. He called n then checked his study at back. No sign of her. He was about to go out when he went back n pushed the bathroom door. Locked from inside. She was in there. Geet... He called n knocked hard.
Her head jerked as she came back to the world around from the short, involuntary nap or had she been unconscious? Geet stood up n had to hold the sink to remain upright. Her head swam. She took a second to gain balance, the heavy slams on the door painful over her head. Walking ahead she opened the door.
Maan stared at her as the door opened abruptly seizing his attempts to break it. Her hooded eyes were blank before she registered him. She didn't meet his gaze again as tears polled in her hazels. Hairs open, messed up n face streaked with mascara she looked so young n lost. With the back of her hand she wiped her nose. Sorry... wo mai. She pointed behind her. So gai thi.
Strangely he felt no anger anymore, nothing at all. Looking at her he only felt the love surging. Maan took a step forward n she took one back. Grabbing her hand he pulled her into his arms. It's okay to get scared. He cupped the back of her head as she hid her face in his chest rubbing it there as if searching for warmth. Funny, how he had minutes ago felt that there was nothing to be scared of n now looking at her it was as though he could feel what she did.
I am sorry Maan. I ruined it na? I told you I can't to do this. Maine TV pe dekha aur... wahan bahut saare log the. She sniffed n Maan opened the shower. God, she was soaking wet. Her fingers wrinkled from water. She kept talking but Maan wasn't concerned about her apology. He stripped her of all the wet clothes n moved with her under the shower fully clothed. The warm water washed over them n he washed her face clean. Then coming out he wiped her body with towels wrapping one around her. Making her sit on the counter he traded his own clothes for a towel around waist.
She sat obediently, observing his each action until he picked her in his arms n walked out to lay her down on the bed. The blankets were so warm; she dug herself more into them as Maan sat beside her. It was so hard to look into his caring, worried eyes. She could have taken the anger, disappointment. She deserved it. But not this. Geet turned her head away. Agar sona tha jaan toh bed pe soti, bathroom nahane ke lie hoti hai na. Maan spoke to lighten up the moment but fresh tears leaked out of her eyes.
Geet was so ashamed of herself. I am sorry. I... got scared of- I am so worthless. Years ago I could have but now... am not the same person Maan. I am tainted and ruined. I can never be the same again.
Maan felt his eyes burning. Nai jaan. You are perfect. Accha? She sat up, turned her back towards him n dropped the blanket. Then what is this? There on her slender, milky white back were the burn marks. I am not perfect anymore. With her words n that scar the smoke rose in his chest n choked him but he managed to speak. Neither am I. He pulled the blankets over her again and turned her to face him. Her small hand was cold on his skin as he made her touch his bare torso. Geet looked down at the faints lines on him. May be god made me do this because he wanted us to be same. No one less, no one more. Equal. We are not-We are Geet. There are times when I think how did I get you? That am not worthy of you. You do? Par kyu? Kyuki pyaar aisa hi hota hai. The other one has everything that you don't, and you have that they don't. They complete each other. We complete each other. Nai. You deserve someone-
Shut up Geet. If you once more said that, I won't ever talk to you. There is no someone for me. For me it's just Geet. Whether you accept or not. Maan brought another beautiful salwar suit from cupboard n dressed Geet in it. Hum kaha jaa rahe hai? Geet asked as Maan got ready in a business suit. You would know.
Their car stopped outside some building that looked like a school. The driver opened the car door n on them entering the premises were welcomed warmly. Geet read the board. Institute of Music and Arts and below it the haunted name of her company. Her company? It felt so weird.
After being ushered to the hall which was beautiful for it was decorated so nicely with pictures n and all kinds of instruments, they were made to sit on stage. Maan had planned for them to come here-at the institute's opening ceremony-after the conference but when Geet didn't attended the previous function they were a little late.
Maan squeezed her hand. She looked ahead. There were sixty-seventy children probably aged from 6-18. Not all looked rich and well brought up. Some seemed poor. What is this? Your school. I mean Geet Incorporation would be running this. It's the first one. There would more opening shortly at many other places. The institute would admission through strict selection the children who are specially talented in music or singing or dance. And professionally train them for free. On the podium one of the faculty started to speak n welcomed both of them as chief guests. As they would grow up the ones with exceptional aptitude would be sponsored by Geet Inc. It's a good way to provide opportunity to gifted n poor kids who can't afford to spend money on their talents. And it's all because of you. You did all this. Without you I wouldn't have known what importance music holds in one's life.
She was going to argue but the woman on mike interrupted. Everyone say hello to the one because of whom we all are here today. Mrs. Geet Singh Khurana. All kids shouted an enthusiastic hi' n Geet smiled back. She felt hesitant but not that intimidated. These were just kids n few people from faculty. Even the atmosphere was casual n fun. Now we were told that our Geet Ma'am plays magnificent guitar. So we would request her to play something for us. Horrified Geet shook her head.
All student shouted pleaseee' n someone thrust a guitar in her hands. She looked at Maan n he was smiling. She was going to kill him. There was a kid in the front row, nearly 7, round-all flesh n red cheeks. Ma'am pleaseee pleaseee bajaiye na. He seemed most excited n a smile came upon her lips too. She could bet he played guitar too. Little rockstar. What's your name? She asked. Nehal. He told, shy all of a sudden. This is for you. His cheeks turned even redder but the boy grinned nonetheless.
Geet adjusted the instrument in her hands. The shallow wait always fitted in her arms immaculately. She played a string, its sound reverberating in the hall. And then her hands flowed over the fret like water in a stream. Every scale perfect, the sound was clear n pleasing, relaxing... as if she was playing to remove the last remnants of anxiousness from inside herself. Geet opened her eyes when she ended n all children were looking at her in wonderment n awe. Someone at the back started it first n the whole hall erupted into loud applause, the hoots n cheers making her heart swell like an old friend found after long. She felt librated, so good. The knowledge that she could still do it amazed her. See Geet no one is laughing. She told herself with tears in eyes.
Maan was so proud of her, a huge grin was on his face n he wanted to kiss his wife so hard but didn't for the sake of kids there. Geet looked up at him n he heard the thanks without her speaking. After a few awesome performances from some kids they were to leave and all the students came to take Geet's autograph. Hello, what you play? Flute. The blind boy answered as Geet signed on his paper. I would like to hear you someday. Anytime.
They walked out to their car. You have done a noble deed Maan. Not me but us. And waise bhi I have just started it, you have to run this. I will do it. She told instantly. Not just the institutes Geet. This comes with the responsibility of company. I can come here anytime? Of course it's all yours. You can visit whenever you want.Geet looked down. I will try then? Maan pulled her into his arms. That's my girl. And don't worry it's not as tough as you are thinking it to be. You will get people to order around like I do. She knew he was just saying it to make her feel better. Did the conference go down completely? No. Your presence wasn't preannounced to the press. It was to be the surprise element. But of course the BODs n other expected you. Par mai jao ya tum ek hi baat hai and I was there. Though, next time I would punish you severely if you did something like this.
No I wouldn't do something like this again. I will inform you if am not coming. When he glared, she made a puppy face. And I'll make you stay up all night. I will put chili in your food. Oh yeah, I will hide all your clothes when you would go for bath.Geet's jaw dropped. I will tell Jia to ask you for shopping. Bickering like this they reached home.
At night Maan explained her everything about the company personally n next day Adi came home to discuss plans n all. Coming few days Geet remained busy with family n company. She even attended the first board meeting, of course with Maan beside her. Gone were those days when her mind used to be blank conjuring up all kind of negative thoughts. All spaces were now filled n a sense of usefulness filled her. Didn't she want this only, to not be a burden on anyone. Her Maan even fulfilled this wish of hers. Like he had said it wasn't that tough either. She had decided to delegate her authority and look over the most crucial matters while working mainly in creative functionality of the company.
A week later...
Mujhe kya lagta hai Maan maine zayada ice cream kha li. Geet said making a pukey face as they entered the drawing room of KM. Accha... that time toh you were behaving as if you had seen ice cream for the first time. Nan, hum aa gaye. Jia wriggled in Maan's arms n the moment he kept her on ground she ran to Dadimaa. Enjoyed huh? Dadimaa asked. Maan made a face fed up of visiting the aquarium again n again. And Geet too made a face. Maine zayada ice cream kha li, Dadimaa.
Only Jia chirruped merrily. Bahut maza aaya. I wike acu-acu.
Humme pata hai. All three elders said in chorus. Maan n Geet went upstairs to change while Jia remained downstairs with Dadimaa to tell her everything that they did n saw.
Dadimaa... At the sound Dadimaa looked up from her granddaughter and her face broke up into a big smile. Aap Delhi kab aaye? Aur hume kuch bataya bhi nai? The guy came forward n touched Dadimaa's feet. Behind was a woman with a little boy in her arms. She greeted Dadimaa making the boy stand. Hume pehle inform karna chahiye tha na. Hum taiyaari karke rakhte.
Ab apne ghar bhi koi inform karke aata hai? The guy said n Dadimaa rolled her eyes. He is lying Dadimaa. I had practically dragged him to Delhi with me. You know na how these men are, always busy or rather say pretending to be busy. His wife said.
Hey... I don't fake it, okay?
The small boy-yeah smaller than Jia but way too naughty-came to Jia. Hello!! Jia didn't like him at all because he always made fun of her. She sucked her upper lip n twisted her face away from the other kid. With her small legs he came to stand before her. You didn't frow up even a bit.
It's grow not frow. Jia said. You can't speak?
I speak right?
No wrong.
He pulled her hairs n Jia cried out.
Your boy is irritating my girl. Maan said coming into the room. May be he is taking my revenge. The other guy said. And just like that they grinned n pulled each other in for a hug. I missed you Prem. Maan said patting his back.
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Edited by OsheenDGr8 - 11 years ago
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