Hai,.. guys ,.. with ur encouragement and co-operation i am starting a new story on Maneet. And this time a full romantic one and i will try to satisfy u.
The main theme of this story purely based on GHSP.I took the main theme and try to lead it in my own way.
The story will be like this ;,... Geet is middle class girl fr. hoshiarpur where girls r treated as burden to family and they can be send away fr. the family by marrying them , no one encourages their study where as Geet wants to continue study and become dr. and serve her people and support her family. But her family and darji marrys her to a guy who,left her after marriage with dowry and her jewels as he want that only. her family tries to marry her to another guy not revealing the truth. but Geet denies this and in name of izzat and ruthva of their family they tried to kill her ,..Maan saves her.
And the love story begins,... will Geet agrees for his love,...so and so,... as the name of my story indicates...
IZHAAR... PYAAR KA...
c.s.;- Mujhe nahi lagtha ki c.s. dena jaruri hai,..as my story based on ghsp ,.. the charectars will more r less the same except Dev and Nainatara. in my story they will not exist. As i don't want to bring Geet's past . Only Vicky Maan's younger brother who is a spoilt brat. Maan pampered him . He is flurtious and stubborn in nature. when he want something he want it by hook r crooK.
And the remaining r the same . I don't want too many vilans in this as my pure concentration is on love and romance as the name itself indicates.Here i am directly giving the 1st part.
Enjoy this and haa,.. when i don't give any target to likes that does mean i dont. mind,.. i do mind. Pease keep this in mind ,... the more ur likes ,.. the more commts ,.. the early ur update .And this time i am not going to pm to those who don't have time to comment and hit likes.
part-1 :
...Their first meeting
Its 8.p.m. A black BMW car is running towards the
near by town to Hoshiyaarpur of Punjaab fr. Delhi. The
man behind the wheels is of about in mid twenties looking very handsome in his office attire with his beautiful face with dark and big eyes, sharp nose and his perfect "M' shaped lips.
His hairs r falling on his fore head giving a beautiful look
to him, but having wrinkles as his mood is totally upset by
this unwanted journey. He is hell annoyed by his Dadi maa
as she forced him to go to Hoshiyaarpur.
" Ye Dadi maa bhi na,.. itni sentimental kyu hai? Kab ka chode diya hum Hoshiyaarpur, itni saalonse hum Delhi me rahthe hai, phir bhi humesha unki dil wahi rahthi hai.
Kahthe hai ki" wo apni goan hai, wahaki log humari apne
hai, aur kahthe hai ki mai apni logonkeliye kuch karna
chahtha hu"ye apni dadaji ka aakhri kwaish the, mai use
pura karna chahthi hu. Ab mujhe hi kuch karna pada mera
apna khud ka business aur important meetings chode ke waha college establish karne keliye jaana pada. Pata nahi
kya hoga?, Waha ki log kaise hoga? patanahi kitne din lagega yaha thinking like that he speed up the car in his disgust and irritated state.
He is fully annoyed by this stupid idea of his Dadi
maa and this journey and all .
Haa ,.. he is none other than our MSK.
Suddenly two women came across the road fr. no where
,one is asking him lift by waving her hand with her raising
toe. And the other woman is standing behind her. He has to press the break hardly to stop the car as he may hit them if he not able to see them.
"Wat the hell r u doing?don't want to live ? marna chahthe ho tum log? He blasted on that woman who is asking lift.[Actually she is not woman she is a girl of 17 yrs, now he observed that] He looked at her angrily.
The girl:- "Sir,please help us, pointing to the other lady, " she is in under labour pains we need immeadiate medical help, aap please hume hospital tak lift dijiye".
He now looked the other woman " my god she is in labour
pains" . but he don't want to get in to all these as his mood is not at all good.
Maan:- No ,.. mai pehlehi bahut late hu ,.. mujhe urgently jaana hai,and he again started his car, but shedidn't leave him holding his steering wheel.
T.g:- sir,. Please yaha koi nahi hai hume help karneka,. Ek baar use dekhiyena,. Kitni pain me hai wo please sir she needs urgent medical help, jaraa aap insaaniyat ki nazar se sochiye sir .Aap ki ghar me bhi maa behna hongi na,. ye bhi aapki behan jaisa hai sir,. Sir please help us. Babaji aapko sab khushi dega, ek laachaar aurat ko help karnese babaji khush honge sir,unki aashirwaad aapko milega. She begged him.
Maan looking into her pleading eyes he con't able to deny her,.. but mai,..xyz tak jaa raha hu,.. kaha chode na hai aapko?
T.g:- Smiling happily ,thank .u. sir,.. she went to the woman and led her to the back door of the car . Maan opened the door and she made her sit in the car comfortably.
"Sir aap ke raasthe me ek hospital hai aap hume waha chodiye" and Maan started the car.
The woman is screaming loudly as she is in severe pain, and the girl is continuosly trying to comfort her saying samaliye apne aapko didi,.. lambe, lambe saas lena and instructing her something like that keeping her head in her lap.
Maan is amazed to see this as he never ,ever in his life saw this and not a single idea about pregnancy and the labur pains.
His heart squeezing hearing her screamings. He speed up the car more but the destination is still far away.
Here the sufferings and pain of the woman grow bigger as the baby inside her womb is desperate to come out and see the outer world. She is crying loud and loud turning and turning not able to bear the pain.
The girl now understand the situation that there is no more time left to reach hospital. She has to do something urgently.
"Sir, stop the car, she said to him"
Maan:- Haa,... wat,..? he looked back to her not understanding wat she is telling.
T.g:- No,.. sir ,.. don't look back , she immeadiately took her dupatta and tried to tie it to the windows to get partition fr. the fr. Seat." Stop the car, she screamed again and Maan pressed the break to stop the car and took the car to the side.
"Get out fr. the car", she shouted at him.
Maan :- What,,,,? he baffled at her audacity and he also shouted at her.
T.g:- please sir jaldi baahar jayiye,.. she screamed as the cries of the woman r becoming louder and louder now.
And Maan jumped out of it in one jump.
" Didi,.. push ,.. she told her coming to her foot and
spreading her legs to make the way to the baby to come
out.
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