It wasn't long when his phone buzzed reminding him of his work. He was the Maan Singh Khurana after all...and he didn't have that privilege to show his vulnerable side to this world either. How many days had passed after that day...no one knew..may be one or two... or five but his passports and visa were ready... his tour well planned... his life scheduled and he just couldn't see his mom worsen her health because of him. she needed him and he'd no way want anything to happen to him. holding the broken pieces of his heart in his fists...he closed his eyes, drifting into a sleep full of her dreams as the flight took off towards its destination.
Geet Handa- 26years, fair, short haired and tall. She is the only daughter of the late business tycoon Mohinder handa and heir to all the property. Rude, Arrogant, Cold and bitter mouthed. She doesn't have any friends nor does she has any hobbies shopping centres, golf courses, museums and parties are her only social life...yes, thats who she is..the late Geet handa!
He flinched with the sound of announcements being made by the air hostess and slowly opened his eyes, adjusting to the lift. He had barely slept a little more than 6 hours in the last 3 days and he was finally getting back to London after a month. Back to his old schedule... meetings, parties, tours, paper works, travelling and back to his home in London. his entire life was scheduled...he had no time for anything else but work... he didn't have time to eat or sleep or even smile properly. The Maan Singh Khurana was now one of the most influential persons in the business world. He knew nothing but work.
The driver steered through the grand driveway of the Khurana mansion and halted in front of the door. Another servant rushed and opened the door for him..another one carried his files as he walked into that lifeless pile of bricks' with attitude. His mother sat on the couch waiting for him. she smiled seeing him return after a long time. She rushed to meet him..but he had probably gone too far from everything. He didn't even look at her and went straightaway to his room. She felt sad... her son had gone so far away from her. he barely stays at home.. he barely speaks to her... he used to share his heart with her but now.. he seems a very different person altogether. she sat on the couch..lost in her thoughts. It been more than a year to that incident...but it had left a deep impact on their lives. It felt as if Geet took away maan's life along with her. she didn't know what to think or what to do. He kept quiet and busy...he even refused to see girls for marriage... he had just locked himself somewhere. He was the rude arrogant Maan Singh Khurana.
The servant placed his coffee on the table and waited for him to order something else. He looked into the file as he sipped the piping hot coffee and the next moment, spit all of it out on the floor. the servant knew this was his last day today.
"what the hell was that? do you call that coffee", he screamed making him shiver.
"i...i.. am sorry sir... I will make another one..."
"you think am going to buy that? this is nothing more than sh*t...just get lost... "
"am sorry sir..", he looked down, trembling in fear.
"get out...", he screamed.
The servant just cleaned the floor, took the coffee mug and fled. The whole mansion echoed with his voice. The servants knew their boss was in a very bad mood... actually they had never seen him in a good mood ever. He was always life this... screaming his lungs out on them... getting angry at even the tiniest of things. They wished he was always on some or other tour so that they were spared from his wrath.
He sighed, controlling his anger. He threw the file away and fell back on the chair, closing his eyes. He was tired.. he was exhausted.. but he needed something or the other to keep his sanity intact. He recalled that moment when he had gone to her place after a day...and was shocked to see things being packed and shifted. He was worried and ran to nisha asking her the reason..where they were going.
"we are leaving to Chandigarh to our place..."
"but why Chachi? Is there something wrong here?"
She had caressed and caressed and kissed his forehead, "I have lost so many people in my life maan...i don't have the courage to live and move on in such a world that has taken away my family for me.. my husband, my bhaisahab and my Geet... I want to leave a peaceful life now with whatever I have..."
She had cried with him that day...and he cried with her too. They left...leaving that void in his life...that slowly ate him up completely. A few days later, he was shocked to hear the news of handa shares being auctioned. He tried to know the reasons..the whole world was shocked to see nisha deciding something as drastic as this...but all she commented was that she didn't have the courage to go on with this! He was not hurt or even broken hearing this... because he had already been killed!! She went...and she took away his life with her. he tried to reach out for nisha.. but she remained aloof...unavailable and then...she slowly vanished from his life.
He slowly opened his eyes coming back to reality...it was her first death anniversary 3 months back... and he just decided to travel and not think of anything. His soul was with her... he was living just for the sake of living... otherwise he was dead since long. Nothing appealed to him anymore... no one appealed to him anymore.. girls still threw themselves at him.. but he could just give them a damn. He just occupied himself in anything and everything possible just to remain normal. The clock stuck 5pm and he decided to just take a walk. it would perhaps be refreshing. He changed into his casuals.. black tracks with a white loose t-shirt. He kept his phone on the table and walked off.
The evening was beautiful. The setting sun painted a beautiful picture in front of him. he put his hands in his pocket and looked at the red sun...yet again being reminded of her! he wondered how many times he had actually prayed and wished for his jaan to just come back to him... but was there any point in it? he walked slowly, feeling the cool breeze touch his skin gently. Its been a year..and he knew there was no point in asking for something that couldn't be given... but he never stopped. She went away taking away his soul with her... she wanted him so much that day...he felt the corners of his eyes burn as he sat on the corner most seat of the coffee shop, looking out of the window...she didn't even wait for him!! he had a lot of complaints to make...he'd shout at her for not thinking about him..he'd be mad at her for leaving him like this.. he'd hug her tightly in his arms...he'd kiss her all over..he'd fight with her for being so stubborn... he'd pamper her to hell... he'd argue with her on her arrogance... he'd hide her from this world... he'd not speak to her till she accepted she'd been stupid to have not waited for him that day... he'd...Tears rolled down his eyes...he'd do everything...every single thing... only and only if she came back... and he prayed every moment... he'd fight with god..he'd lay down his own life... but he wanted her to be back! If only she came back...
he could still not forget the moment when her lifeless hand had brushed against him...it was her final goodbye perhaps... if only she came back...
the cafe hustled and bustled with people...it was evening...and people flocked the place..enjoying their evening. There were kids running around..people laughing.. girls singing... everyone seemed happy..but was he happy? Could he ever be happy? He didn't even look around. He just kept looking out of the window and then closed his eyes, drowning himself in his thoughts.
A gentle breeze gushed past him as he listened to all the laughter around...there were kids he presumed, laughing and running around. He tried to listen to the sounds around him..they were all mixed up with each other.. .rising and falling along with the crowd. He felt nice.. he felt relaxed when a very cute laughter caught his attention. He didn't open his eyes but he tried to listen and distinguish that sound from the rest. That laughter echoed yet again in his ears.. was it a girl? was it a kid? Its been a long long time since he has felt this relaxed... it was perhaps after centuries that he was able to focus on something beyond his work. It was strange... he wasn't supposed to get affected by anything...but damn that laughter had some magic perhaps. He couldn't stop himself from listening to it..despite his sincere effort to break his attention. It was music to his ears...kind of soothing... making him feel relaxed all of a sudden.. he leaned back on the chair...and relaxed. It was making him drowsy...like hypnotizing him. he had been working like hell all this time... his body needed rest but his mind was hell bent on working.
He could have perhaps dozed off there itself.. but then he was disturbed. That voice seemed to vanish amongst others. He, for some reasons, didn't like it. it would mean that he'd be back into the same old scheduled life yet again. he wanted to rest but his source of entertainment seemed to vanish. Its been a long since something caught his attention...he wanted more of it. he slowly opened his eyes to see so many people around.. sitting... walking around.. there were so many people. He looked around, trying to find the owner of that voice...he was restless.. he skimmed through the crowd but none seemed to grab his attention..none he found who could own that much of a melodious voice. His heart sunk...well if he had a heart actually..but he wanted to hear it again. he frantically searched for that voice... but he found none. He hated it... he lost it yet again..as he felt sad...depressed. he fell back on the chair cursing his fate when he heard that giggle once again. his hears shot up! He tried to see through the crowd..who was it that caught his attention? He looked all around when he heard it again. his ears were sharp as his eyes were instantly drawn towards the door to find that owner of that voice.
He stopped.. seeing a girl by the counter. She was giggling with some kids telling her something. Her laughter was beautiful...something he had never heard before. He tried to see her properly..but she had face away from him. she wore a pink knee length skirt and a lose shrug hung over her shoulders. he could just see her back. She had long dark hair... probably reaching till her lower back. He watched her wave a bye to the kids as she moved out of the cafe.
He was astounded as to what he saw... she was limping! She had someone who had held her hands..he was not even interested in seeing that other person's face. But she held the hands of that other person as she slowly made her way out of the place. He looked down at her feet..she wore cute white shoes..but she limped. She had no crutches but he realized she had difficulty in walking. She was holding the other person tightly by her hands as she tried to move her legs in sync. He felt bad... he actually sympathised with her... she probably had some problem with her legs perhaps. Just then one of the kids shouted, "we will wait for you tomorrow... please come.."
He looked at her nodding as she slowly very slowly made her way out. She was gone..and he just stood there.. didn't know whether to feel bad for her disability or happy about her soothing voice!! He didn't even know who she was..but suddenly, he just wanted to check on her..if she was okay. She was going home perhaps but he just wanted to check on someone who had made him feel nice after a long time...or else this diabolic life would have killed him... a slow poison it was perhaps! She was not able to walk properly..and he just wanted to see her as a sign of gratefulness. He rushed out, hurriedly making his way through the crowd. He pushed open the door and looked around. She wasn't there!!!
She had vanished!!! How come she was out of sight this quickly?? He kept on looking here and there for some time and just gave up. She was gone..he wished she was okay. He was anyways not going to see her again perhaps. There was no point in thinking too much. he walked back home.. yet again losing himself in his own world where only she existed...his Geet..his jaan!
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