Yeh Rishta Kya Kehlata Hai - 27th July 2025 EDT
CID Episode 63 - 26th July
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Yeh Rishta Kya Kehlata Hai - 28 July 2025 EDT
CID Episode 64 - 27th July
Aneet Padda and why I think she's the next big thing
YRKKH to take a generation leap!!!
Maa esi nahi hoti…
What are your thoughts on this?
Mohabbatein: one of the best scenes
Has Kajol forgotten how to act?
Geetanjali vs Abhinav
Vanga : My films are losing revenue due to Adult certification
MAIRA IS SAD 😞28.7
Did she really say that?
Who is Best for gen 5
Anyone else born in the 80's?
24 years of Yaadein
Half Girlfriend: anyone watched it?
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Chapter 17: Kurbaan Hua, Part II
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"I had a dream, beta," Dadi Ma said, gazing at Geet and Rahul sitting at the table. "And in that dream I saw that you were happy again," she said, turning to look at him.
"Dadi Ma," Maan said softly, surprised at the tears he saw in her eyes. "I am happy," he began, wanting to comfort away that grief. He took her hand in his.
"You were married," she continued, squeezing his hand in return. "You had children. Rahul was there. Older. Settled," she murmured, turning her head to smile fondly at her great-grandson. "But there were others. And you were so happy," she reiterated, her gaze falling on Geet. "And that . . . that is cause for celebration," she concluded cheerfully, turning to smile at him.
"Celebration?" Maan asked, blinking in surprise at the sudden mood change.
"We haven't had a celebration in a long while," Dadi Ma said. "Rahul's birthday was ruined due to that misunderstanding between you and Geet. The boy wouldn't come out of his room to cut the birthday cake! I assure you that cast a pall over the party. The kids went home early, and the two of you were brooding in your rooms the entire time and for hours afterwards. But a real party. . .where we get to show the world that the Khuranas are still here. We're still a family. We're happy. We need to do this, beta," Dadi Ma repeated, entreating him with her loving gaze.
Maan nodded, turning to stare at Geet.
"And who knows?" Dadi Ma continued. "You might get a chance to even dance."
"Dance?" he asked, turning to gaze quizzically at his grandmother.
"I think you should take that excuse, Maan beta. Otherwise, the way things are going, I don't think that you and Geet will really move forward at all," she finished.
Maan opened his mouth to protest.
"Now don't say that you haven't thought about it," Dadi Ma admonished. "I'm your grandmother, and I know you." She paused for a moment to muse silently about something. "Think about it," she continued, tapping at her chin. "On what other occasion would you have a chance to hold that woman in your arms? Maan beta, don't look like that! I may be your Dadi Ma, but that doesn't mean that I'm past the age of any sort of romance. Not my own, of course," she said hurriedly, seeing the shock on her grandson's face. "But I can still meddle with the best of them in my own grandson's love life."
Maan watched his grandmother walk away, chuckling to herself. He stepped forward, wanting to stop her before she continued with this train of thought. He stopped, standing and staring at the people before him. Rahul and Dadi Ma were smiling at Geet, their eyes alight with love. Pari came and sat down beside them, yawning sleepily into the cup Geet cheerfully placed in front of her. Adi came into the room, flinching slightly when his eyes met Maan's. He bobbed his head in greeting at Maan, and then quietly sat down at the table, keeping his eyes trained on the plate in front of him.
"Adi Jeeja Ji," Geet called out, trying to get his attention. "Pinky called and said that she wanted to talk to you about something very 'important'," Geet related. Adi's eyes lit up and he quickly pulled out his phone. In the next minute he was on the phone and talking excitedly with his wife.
This was the family that had formed from the ashes of the old. While his blood kin may have hurt him and those still left behind had found it easy to walk away, the people that were here today . . . they had chosen him. They had stayed by his side. Dadi Ma had always loved and supported him. Rahul worshipped him. Adi had remained true and loyal. And Pari had always been there as a friend and a confidante.
His heart softened as he continued to gaze at everyone sitting at the table. He had never acknowledged it, but they were his family now. At that admission, he felt something loosen inside of him. Something that he hadn't even known was straining against a fear of abandonment.
And Geet . . . Geet was now a part of that unit. She had become a part of his heart. There was no reason to fight it anymore. But . . . His hands clenched as uncertainty flashed through him. Did she have the same feelings for him?
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"Geet beta, a package came for you!" her mother called through the door.
"What is it, Ma?!" Geet called back, struggling into the only party dress she had. A tightly-fitted kameez. A churidaar pajama. She stared at herself morosely in the mirror, sighing at the old-fashioned design. 'It will have to do,' she told herself. 'Since when have I ever gone to high class parties?' She turned to glare in frustration at the invite on the bed. 'Dadi Ma! Why did you have to invite me? What am I going to do there?' This was different from when she was preparing for Rahul's birthday party. That had been a children's party. And kids never cared about clothes, not even the children of the rich and famous.
She stared down at her kameez and sighed heavily once more. She gazed helplessly around her room, brightened by the sunlight coming in through the gauze curtains, as if the perfect ensemble would magically appear in front of her. She was standing in front of the only mirror in the room, trying to make herself feel better about the outfit she had ended up wearing. The bed behind her was covered with discarded outfits that hadn't made the cut. She stared at the picture she made, and tightened her lips in annoyance. 'Why are you making such a big deal out of this?' she berated herself. 'It isn't your job to look pretty. You will only be there to look after Rahul and his friends.'
"What's that, auntie?" Pinky's voice could be heard through the door.
"Pinky, it's a package for Geet. It came from the Khurana's," her mother responded. "Could you please take it in to Geet? I have to go check on the food."
Geet heard her mother's footsteps moving away from the door. She turned as the door burst open, wincing as it slammed against the wall, leaving yet another mark from Pinky's enthusiastic entrances. Pinky was standing there, a bright smile on her face. And she had the mysterious package in her hands.
"Geet! Look what you got," she sang excitedly, bouncing into the room. "It's something from the Khurana's," she noted, glancing at the label on the front. "Aren't you ready yet?!" she exclaimed, glancing at the room in all of its disastrous glory. "Adi said it's time to go, Geet!" Pinky whined in a high-pitched tone. "We can't be late to the party!"
"That's why we can open the package later," Geet muttered distractedly, "I have to get ready for the party. Pinky! Help me," she ordered her friend. "I look terrible," she muttered unhappily, staring at herself in the mirror once more. "I don't know what to wear!"
"Geet, it might be something very important," Pinky shot back, intent on the package in front of her rather than the angst of her friend. "Why else would they send something over when they're busy with the party preparations? I've got to tell you, only people like the Khuranas can decide to have a party and then hold it the same night! They even sent out invites! Everything will surely look beautiful. And there will be actual guests who will have dropped everything else to come and attend as if they have nothing better to do."
"Pinky," Geet admonished, "It's not the same night." She turned away to glare balefully at herself in the mirror once more. She tugged at her outfit, trying to make it somehow look better, but sadly that didn't work.
"Same night or the next night. Who is able to prepare everything within 48 hours?" Pinky demanded, her hands beginning to tear at the packaging. "Money does make the . . .," her voice died away.
"Pinky?" Geet asked, surprised at the silence.
"Oh, Geet . . . it's beautiful," Pinky sighed in amazement.
Geet turned at the awe she heard in Pinky's voice. Her eyes landed on the material in the opened box, widening as she realized what it was.
"Geet," Pinky murmured, pulling out the frothy material, "You have to wear this."
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Geet entered the Khurana mansion's spacious ballroom, her hands nervously smoothing down the fabric of her white and silver sari. She couldn't believe that Dadi Ma had sent such a beautiful outfit for her. She looked around and relaxed. The room was filled with people, and while not a lot of women were wearing saris, enough were that she didn't feel so out of place.
"Geet, you look beautiful," Pinky whispered into her ear, tugging her down to relay the compliment.
"Pinky, this is the third time you've said that," Geet said with a small smile. "Don't exaggerate. I look okay."
"Okay?!" Pinky exclaimed. "Geet you look like a goddess!" she said, glancing around. "Just look at everybody. They're all staring at you and wondering who you are!"
Geet look around once more, only now her glance was more fretful than relaxed. She stiffened when she realized that a lot of the people were actually looking her way. She even saw a few of them whispering behind their hands, their gazes trained on her unblinkingly. Some of those gazes couldn't exactly be called that friendly.
"Hey, Pinky," Geet murmured distractedly, her gaze focusing on one such pair. "Who are those two over there?" she asked with a tilt of her chin.
Pinky glanced over and then made a face before turning to gaze up at Geet. "Those are just co-workers of Adi," she informed her friend dismissively.
"But, why are they glaring at me?" Geet asked worriedly, her hands tugging at her outfit nervously, wondering if something was out of place. "They're obviously talking about me, and I don't think they're being very complimentary. Look how one of them just laughed and flipped her hair over her shoulder! Maybe I should have worn my other outfit," Geet muttered, her joy in this unexpected dress evaporating into thin air.
"Don't worry about Sasha and Tasha," Pinky urged, turning Geet to face the other way. "Those two girls have always been very nasty to us normal people. Sasha aimed to be Mrs. Khurana for a while, but Maan Sir never even looked at her," Pinky declared gleefully. "She had to give up when Sameera came and then left. And Tasha? Tasha just follows Sasha around like a lemming. Ignore them. Look, Dadi Ma is coming this way."
Geet turned to face the approaching woman and smiled. Her eyes softened even further when they landed on Rahul walking beside his great-grandmother, clad in a small tuxedo.
"Rahul! You look so cute," Geet squealed, leaning down to plant a kiss on the boy's forehead, ignoring his little pout. "Namaste, Dadi Ma," she murmured, leaning in to lightly hug the older woman.
"Namaste, beta. You look lovely tonight," Dadi Ma said, smiling appreciatively at the silver and white sari that Geet had worn to the party. "Perfectly angelic in fact, beta. I love the earrings."
"It's all thanks to you, Dadi Ma," Geet murmured. "I want to thank you for sending such a beautiful gift."
"What do you mean?" Dadi Ma asked in confusion.
"This sari," Geet responded, gesturing at her outfit. "Didn't you send it over?" Geet asked after a small pause, when she noticed the confusion on the other woman's face.
"I wish that I could say yes, but beta, I don't know what you're talking about." Her eyes moved over the outfit, noticing the intricacy of the work and the richness of the fabric. It wasn't the type of outfit that Geet usually wore.
"But it came from the Khurana mansion . . . My mom said . . . ," Geet's voice trailed off, as her gaze landed on the man standing across the room, his eyes focused on her to the exclusion of everyone else. The room was filled with the upper echelon of society, but his attention was focused entirely on her.
"I see," Dadi Ma murmured, her eyes following Geet's gaze.
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Find me here
And speak to me
I want to feel You
I need to hear You
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Geet was utterly mesmerized by the man who had slowly begun to make his way toward her. The world melted away . . . it was as if there were only the two of them in this entire ballroom. Her gaze traced over his features, his sharp gaze, that perpetual five o'clock shadow darkening his face, the tuxedo he was wearing today.
He was gorgeous.
Her heart clenched. She fought for breath, trying to fight the emotions welling up inside of her. But no matter how much she knew that this was all wrong, she couldn't look away. Her eyes wanted to feast on the vision in front of them.
Her mind jumped back to the first time she had seen, striding across the lower floor as she had spied on him from the balcony above during her interview. His aura . . . he . . . had stolen her breath in those moments. When he had been even closer, as she had tried to give him his milk, the affect he had on her had only tripled.
There was a slight buzzing next to her as he came to a stop two feet away. His hand slowly came up, reaching out to her. She tilted her head, unable to understand what he wanted.
Her lips opened slightly as her eyes focused on the smile that had begun to play across those scrumptious lips. She blinked when her hand was lifted and placed in his. She turned her head in a daze, noticing that Dadi Ma was still there and smiling benevolently at the two of them. Dadi Ma still had Rahul's hand clutched in hers, and the little boy's free hand was waving at them, as if telling them to do something. Geet's gaze refocused on Dadi Ma's face. Geet saw her lips move and she could almost read the words.
"Dance, beta. Dance with Maan," the older woman urged the two of them.
Geet blinked in surprise.
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You are the light
That's leading me, To the place ...
Where I find peace . . . again
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"But there's no music," she heard her voice say, as if from far away. The feel of skin on skin, her hand being cradled in his, was too much for her senses. She felt herself falling into a dream and didn't know how she could stop herself.
Music began to play.
His fingers clenched around hers, tugging at her, urging her to move.
The magical haze had deepened, and she felt herself moving free from the restraints that had held her confined.
Her mind flashed back to the first time she had touched him . . .during that game of hide and seek. While trying to find Rahul, she had hugged this man, feeling for a moment those dizzying sensations that were invading her senses once more. At the time, they had been alien and unwanted. They had been shameful because she had felt them for a man who was a stranger.
But now she could only think of one thing. It was time. Time for him to hold her in his arms again. Time for them to touch. Time to . . .
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You are the strength
That keeps me walking
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She was pulled across the floor. Her gaze, as it flickered around, saw that other couples were coming onto the dance floor, joining them in this moment of abandonment.
She knew no more beyond him. Maan Sir. Maan. Her Maan.
Her fingers tightened around his, forcing him to stop in the center of the dance floor. He turned to look at her questioningly, his warmth seeping into her body to chase away the cold that had been deep inside of her heart.
She tugged lightly at him, silently telling him something her lips wouldn't allow her to say.
Maan smiled slightly, the movement of his lips barely visible to her eyes.
He pulled her into his arms.
She stumbled slightly, falling into those arms too quickly.
Her mind jumped back to the moment that she had fallen into those arms during a game of hide and seek mixed with tag. He had prevented her from falling, holding her close for a moment. The same thoughts raced in her mind now as they had then.
Too close. He was too close. His arms wrapped around her. She was being engulfed in his scent. She couldn't help but breathe it in deeply, her heart stuttering at the sensations that had begun to course through her body from the continued contact. His scent was as intoxicating now as it had been the first time she had breathed it in.
She stiffened slightly, attempting to fight the spell once more, but no. It was too powerful. His pull was too strong. That moment of dissonance disappeared, and then her steps began to match his. Her breath slowed down . . . her heartbeats began to beat in rhythm with his.
He moved closer still, his eyes gazing silently into hers. It was his hand that tightened around hers. His hand warm against the side of her waist, heating her through the gauzy material of her sari.
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You are the hope
That keeps me trusting
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His eyes gazed into hers, his face a few inches away from her. He pulled away slowly, twirling her around before swinging her back into his arms, and closer still to the heat of his body.
She breathed deeply, her heart stuttering when she felt his hand slip under the material of her sari and gently rest against her naked skin.
"Maan," she whispered in protest, the sir falling away as if it had never belonged between them. The intimacy of the moment had pulled her under, and she no longer wanted to fight the tug at her heartstrings.
"Geet," he murmured in reply, letting go of her hand and slipping his other hand to rest against the small of her back, intertwining his fingers there. His fingers were heating her very naked back. He pulled her close enough to rest her entire length against his strength.
Geet's suddenly free hand fluttered helplessly in the air, but then stealthily moved up his arm and came to rest on his shoulder. She glanced up at him quickly before glancing down, hoping he wouldn't notice her daring.
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You are the light to my soul
You are my purpose
You're everything
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The world was no longer there. It was the two of them . . . alone out on that ballroom floor. No one could intrude. No one would dare to intrude.
It truly was a moment out of time and that silent voice that controlled her . . . protected her from missteps like this . . . really had disappeared.
Her hands began to move up his shoulders and cupped the nape of his neck, her fingers shyly fluttering up to touch his hair.
His eyes widened slightly at the gentle touch, that small smile reappearing on his lips.
It was as if the sun had come out and the world had brightened once more.
Fire burned in her cheeks from her temerity, and she unthinkingly buried her face in his neck.
His musky scent engulfed her with force. His scent that had surrounded her before, now drugged her with its proximity. Without volition, her lips moved infinitesimally and touched the skin at the base of his throat.
Her eyes closed in bliss, knowing that she was where she wanted to be. She belonged in this place and in this man's arms.
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And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better than this
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How long had it been? How long since he had felt so at peace?
His heart beat in rhythm with hers. His breaths in tandem with hers. And he was at peace. This was where he belonged and he knew it.
The world stopped when he saw her enter the ballroom in the outfit that he had chosen for her. The outfit that he had dreamt her in. And she had looked exactly as he had imagined. She was an angel. A goddess. His demure goddess, he noted ruefully when he saw the blush on her cheeks from all the gazes that had fallen on her. His eyes narrowed at the male gazes that were taking a little too long to drift away.
His hand had clenched around his glass, wanting to break something, but then her eyes had fallen on him, acting as a balm to the fires that had sprung up. The petty jealousy had washed away.
Geet was here. She had accepted his gift.
He felt a nudge against his back, but he refused to turn his gaze away from the goddess in front of him.
"Maan, go," Pari's voice urged him. "Ask her to dance before someone else does."
His eyes narrowed when he saw the speculation in some of those male gazes. He began to move forward, his eyes warning all those others to look elsewhere.
He stared down at the top of her head, stiffening slightly when he felt her breath coasting over the pulse at the base of his throat. His steps faltered when her lips touched the sensitized skin, making him pause for a moment before the music forced him to continue. Geet's head remained lowered, as if she was too afraid to meet his gaze.
Dadi Ma placed Geet's hand in his, knowing that this was why he had come to her. Her eyes silently encouraged him to act today. And Maan had nodded in response, knowing that today would be the day he would risk his heart.
Gazing down at Geet's down bent head, he knew that she wouldn't disappoint him. This was the woman who had cared enough about his son to challenge him and to help him reach out to Rahul. She was the woman who took care of his grandmother. And made friends with Pari. She was the one who had been with him as he grappled with the ghosts of his own past, and she was the one he could see himself with for the rest of his life.
He closed his eyes, and once again her scent reached out to pull at him, drugging his senses. She was within him. He could feel his heart beating for her . . . beating with her. This was what he needed. This was what he wanted. His arms tightened around her, causing a squeak to escape from her.
He quickly loosened his hold.
She would be his.
Her kiss . . . her lips upon his skin . . . had sealed her fate.
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Cause you're all I want
You're all I need
You're everything, everything
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better than this?
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The music stopped. The sudden silence jarring enough to break the spell his touch had woven around her. Geet found herself dazed by the moments in his arms, her body still plastered against his. She stepped back, but he came with her. Her eyes widened when she felt those hands against her skin, with nothing between their touch and her.
She stepped back once more, her hands placed against his chest and holding him in place. Slowly, so slowly, she reached down and put her hands over his to pull them away. Her eyes closed involuntary as she felt their raspy withdrawal.
When she opened her eyes once more, they were back in reality. He was standing a foot away. But still too close. Her eyes swept across the room, and she realized the entire room was full of people who were staring at them. Some with delight. There were Dadi Ma and Pinky smiling at them. But there were glares. And frowns. And glaring curiosity.
It was too much. Geet stepped back further, wanting to distance herself from the magnetism of the silent man in front of her. All of the reasons that this was a bad idea were flooding back in . . making her realize how BAD of an idea this dance had really been.
She bit her lip and forced herself to gaze into his eyes. His silent eyes. He had said nothing this entire evening! She opened her lips, wanting to demand something, but the world intruded.
"Mr. Khurana," a voice called out.
Geet flinched as the stranger came between them. She watched the man shake Maan's hand, distracting him for a moment. It was enough. She moved back even further, intent on leaving the scene of her crime. What had she been thinking?
"This is Miss Handa," Maan stated, halting her retreat.
"And Miss Handa is...?" another woman asked inquisitively.
"Miss Handa is t--," Maan began.
"I am the nanny," Geet interrupted, her cheeks turning fiery under the speculative gaze of the group before her. "I am just the nanny." Geet began to walk backwards, away from all the eyes. Away from the judgment she saw in those faces. Granted she had not been acting in the best possible manner. She had forgotten who she was in the delight of being in his arms, but that did not mean that anyone had a right to judge her.
"I tell you, if she was my child's nanny, I'd spend my days at home," she heard a male voice mutter as she walked past.
Those words stung. Tears began to form in her eyes as she raced down the hallway and into the first open doors . . . it was the library. She slammed the doors shut behind her, needing to get away from it all. From everything.
"Geet. Geet! One Moment! Stop!" Maan had tracked her retreat into the library and followed, intent on not letting her escape. Not this time.
"Sir, what are you doing here?" Geet asked, keeping her back to him. She didn't want him to see the tears in her eyes. "I think I should go."
"No!" Maan uttered quickly.
"Let me leave, sir," Geet pleaded, wiping the tears that had fallen from her eyes. She turned to face him. "I shouldn't be here. I don't belong here."
"Then why did you come here? Why did you wear the sari that I sent to you? The one that I carefully chose hoping that . . .?" he stopped helplessly, unable to finish that thought as he met her blank stare. He took a deep breath, shaking his head. "I know . . . why you're here today. You say you don't belong. You say that you should leave, but you came, Geet. You came to this party. You stepped into my arms." He moved closer, his gaze intent on her trembling lips. "You don't have to be scared," he murmured, reaching out to cage her between his arms, trapping her between himself and the shelves behind her. He laughed slightly. "You don't have to be scared. I would think that you would know by now that you have nothing to be afraid of. Not when the girl in my heart . . it isn't anyone else but . . ."
Geet remained silent, the words of protest caught in her throat. He couldn't be saying what he was about to, right?
"You won't ask . . . who she is?" he prompted, his own heart in his throat.
"I don't want to ask anything," Geet finally got out hoarsely, her hands clenching into fists.
"But . . Geet, listen to me. Listen to me at least once," Maan urged. "Please, listen to me."
"I don't want to hear anything," she muttered thickly, her body beginning to shake from the force of keeping all of her emotions hidden. She attempted to step forward, but fell back against the shelf behind her when she realized that he wouldn't move.
"I know, Geet, you want to know who she is," Maan whispered against her ear, his breath tickling the sensitive shell.
She shook her head violently in rejection.
"No, Geet, you want to know. Because it matters to you who I am with. I'm not wrong. It matters to you."
"No, sir. I can't do this. I don't have the right."
"And ..."
"That I feel anything for you."
"And her name is . . . her name is ... her name . . ."
Geet pushed him away abruptly, her violent rejection of his words evident in that act.
Maan fell back, his breath caught in his throat. His shocked gaze appealed to her silently, trying to understand what had just happened in a way that wouldn't break his heart.
"It doesn't matter to me."
Those words rang in his ears. He saw the tears running down her cheeks and the heartbreak in her gaze. And he felt his own heart breaking inside of him.
"Do you understand?" she asked, turning to glare at him, hating him at this moment for making her say those words.
He stepped back further, the pain indescribable.
"It doesn't matter at all. Why did you have to come so close to me? I . . . no matter how far I have tried to get away from you, you come that much closer to me. I'm tired. Leave me alone. Let me go. Ple-ase." Her voice broke on the last words, her lips beginning to tremble once more.
Maan looked away, unable to bear the desperation in her eyes. Taking a deep breath, he decided to try once more. He moved closer, unable to help himself. "I thought that you fel--"
She stared off into distance, unable to look at him.
"Geet, but I just wanted to know. . ."
"What did you want to know?" she demands hopelessly. "Why do you ask these questions? Questions for which I have no answer."
She looked away, crying harder.
He moved closer still, shaken by her words. Had he been so wrong about her feelings?
"Stay away from me! Don't come closer to me. I can't bear it any longer." She looked at him entreatingly.
Maan fell back at those words.
"Let me leave," she pleaded brokenly.
"Geet, why . . ." he begins, unable to stop the words once more.
"You can't. Because we can't! I don't belong here, and you . . . you have responsibilities. You have . . ."
"What are you talking about?" Maan demanded, a hot burning anger growing inside of him. He felt as if he had lost his entire world before he'd even had the chance to truly live. "Geet?" he prompted when she remained silent.
"Pari . . . Pari is pregnant," Geet blurted out, hoping that this one last thing would stop him from making a foolish mistake.
Maan gazed at her quizzically, not understanding why THAT would keep them apart. "What does that have to do with anything?" he muttered helplessly, staring at the woman he KNEW to be his other half.
"She's pregnant with Vicky's child. Maan," Geet said, reaching up to grab at his collar, "She's pregnant with your brother's child and he's abandoned her!"
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