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Hi all you lovely ppl. I am starting a new FF on our own dear Maaneet!
Geet...a total tempest! She is wild and witty.....
Maan...a responsible Air Force Officer! He is caring and compact!!!
Both of them bound by the shackles of one unwanted dying wish.....
They are meant to be together?!?!?!?.......
The common answer from the DUO- "YOU AND ME!!!!..............NEVER!"
Please do read and leave comments...
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"You and Me...............NEVER!"
PART 1
Maan Khurana searched the crowds surging into the airport. Dadi had told him that their driver, Dev would be there to pick him up.
Squadron leader Maan Khurana of the Indian Air force had been regally promoted to the respected postion of Group Captain yesterday. He had been so proud...and happy that his hardwork was being recognized. Everything had been fine until..the phone call last night from his Dadi.
She had been throughly hysterical while informing him that his father, Mr. Pratham Khurana had met with an accident and was kissing the chilly lips of death. Maan had tried telling Dadi that...now his responsibilities were with the nation and he could not come back but his Dadi had called up the Marshal of Air Force and talked him into sending Maan home on a two month break.
Maan had tried protesting but the honorable Marshal had insisted that he go home. The Marshal of Air Force was Dadi's youngest brother and so her cries had instigated him to send Maan home.
Maan had made him promise that they would immediately summon Maan incase he was required before the two months were up. Marshal Nihaal Juneja had promised his grandson that he will not hesitate to call him back when needed.
"Oye tum kya statue of liberty ho....jo yahaan pe pose kar rahe ho?..Dikhayi nahi deta hain yahaan pe log kitne jaldi mein hain...aur aap yahaan raastein mein khaade hoke apni mehbooba ke baare mein soch rahe ho....." a shrill voice rang in his ears.
He wheeled around and came face to face with a girl standing a few inches away from him waiting for him to move out of her way. She was glaring at him in an exasperated manner.
"Na main pose kar raha hoon...na main apne mehbooba ke baare mein soch raha hoon..." he countered her defiantly. He couldn't tolerate mindless behaviour.
"Aap jo bhi kar rahe ho thode side mein jaake ke kariye..." she tossed her plait back.
She was dressed in a light yellow salwar suit in total contrast to all the females in the Delhi Airport. They were all dressed in the latest fashion wear...sporting their sleek thighs and bare arms. This girl didn't mind being an oddity.
He moved to a side...He was in no mood of a verbal showdown especially with his father battling death in the hospital. He looked into the milling crowd trying to spot someone called Dev who may be holding his name placard.
"Main us Dev ko nahin chodne waali hoon....Mujhe yahaan bhej ke phasa diya...Aur waise bhi mujhe kya pata yeh saala MAAN KHURANA dikhta kaisa hain...." he heard the girl mumbling while she crossed him.
"Suniye..." he stopped her in her tracks.
"Jee..baad mein...aap mujhe baad mein sorry kehna...aur chai pilani hain toh...No thanks...main jaldi main hoon.." she told him in an off-handed fashion.
Maan rolled his eyes...wonder where his Dadi got such drivers....
"Main Maan Khurana hoon.." he stated.
"Kya!!!!!!!!!??????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she cried out in astonishment.
He saw the interplay of feelings on the landscape of her pretty face. Suddenly some thought struck her...
"uski kya guarantee hain?" she demanded.
His irritation grew with each second. This girl was being impossible.
"Tum mujhe Dadi ke paas le chalo ....woh tumhe bataegi ki main MAAN hoon ya nahin..."
The mention of Dadi did the trick.
"Mujhe maaf kardo sir...aap chaliye jaldi. Hume hospital pahunchna hain" she mellowed down.
She snatched the trolley out of his hand and literally ran towards the exit. Maan followed her...totally pissed off that she had asked for a guarantee that he was Maan Khurana.
She loaded the luggage single-handedly. Maan looked on in bewilderment. This girl was eccentric.
He took the back seat while she jumped into the Driver's seat and fastened the seat-belt.
"Babaji....aap meri...aur yeh gaadi ki raksha karna...." she folded her hands together and told her prayer aloud.
The engine came alive and the sleek imported Lamborghini Estoque roared through the Delhi roads. Maan had never seen a girl drive this fast. She was driving like a maniac. She jumped all traffic signals and took the sharpest turns Maan had seen in his life. After 15 minutes of race against time...they stopped in front of the foyer of the hospital. The girl jumped out and opened the door for Maan to alight the vehicle.
"Batameezi ke liye sorry sir...Dadi aapki intezaar kar rahi hogi. Jaayiye..." she meekly told him.
He was stunned. This girl was speaking in such a humble tone. He already seen many facades of her...but this modest and humble one was absolutely stupefying. My god! Can anyone have so many attitudes.
"Tum hamare driver ho?" he asked her unsurely.
"Kuch aisa hi...." she nodded.
"Normally...Airport se hospital aane mein kitna time lagta?"
"Ek ghanta..." she looked down. He choked back his disbelief. This girl had driven the route of an hour in fifteen minutes.
"Sir...aap andar jaayiye..." she pestered. Maan then remembered his dad and jogged into the foyer without a backward glance.
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"Dev...kaam khatam...ab main jaa sakti hoon?" Geet angrily asked over the phone.
"Geet...isme ghussa hone ki hya baat hain? Tum toh yeh sab apne di ke liye kar rahi ho....Jaakar ek baar Dadi se pooch lo ki koi kaam baki hain ya nai...phir tum khushi khushi chale jaana...." he airily told Geet over the phone while ogling at Geet's sister Naintara.
Geet and Naintara or NT for short were sisters and had shifted to Delhi for Geet's further studies. NT had searched everywhere for a job but had been unsuccessful. And she had then bumped into Dev Chopda. She had been blown over by his looks and had started spending her time with him.
Later on they had come to know that Dev was a driver....Geet had been appalled but NT had just come up with ..."Toh kya hua agar woh driver hain....He looks like Tom Cruise. And waise bhi woh Khuranas ka driver hain...."
Geet had tried making NT see sense but NT refused to listen. At last Geet had given up and accepted the relationship. All day NT would stay home and read fashion magazines and at night Dev would drop by and Geet would be pushed out of the flat to go for forced midnight strolls.
Geet had just completed her MBA this year and was still waiting for a positive reply to her applications for a job. She worked part-time in a club teaching driving to beginners. The money she earned was spent on NT's growing demands of Fashion accessories and wardrobe.
Geet was always forced to do Dev favours because of NT.......Like today.
Geet had been anticipating a quiet and tranquil weekend. Dev and NT had planned to go on an elongated tour to Agra. All of a sudden Dev had been called to make an unexpected trip to the airport to pick up the heir of the Khurana Empire-Maan Khurana.
Dev had panicked and called Geet from Agra forcing her to go in his stead. Geet had refused at first but then NT had scolded Geet for being a selfish girl and not helping her sister.
Geet had finally given in and approached Mrs. Khurana.....the empress. The lady had been kind and had told Geet to quickly go to the airport and had additionally forgiven Dev for his behaviour. She was a sweet lady.
Geet ended the call and threw a string of curses at Dev before stomping into the hospital to ask the Khuranas if they needed a driver during the night hours.
"Errr...Khuranas kahaan honge?" she asked at the reception.
"They are in ward number 14. That way.." the pretty receptionist guided.
Geet thanked her and proceeded to the ward...she was scared that she was going to be interrupting a huge family re-union even if it was at the hospital of all places.
She saw Dadi standing outside the ward...the door of the ward was open.
She slowly and hesitatingly walked upto Dadi.
"Dadi.....kya main ghar jaa sakti hoon ya aapko driver ki zaroorat hain..." she asked Mrs. Khurana haltingly.
The great Lady turned to face her.
"Beta...tumne hamari bahut madad ki hain. Thank you. Tum us Nalayak Dev ko kaise jaante ho?"
"Uhhmm Dadi woh mere jiju ban ne waale hain...." she offered.
"Kya tum bhi driver ho?" the lady asked kindly.
"Nahi jee.....Main toh yahaan padhne aayi thi. Meri MBA khatam hui hain is saal...ab main kaam dhoond rahi hoon..." she explained. Her eyes darted into the ward where she saw Maan sitting on the stool holding the hand of the elder man who had been fitted with tubes and hospital equipment.
"oh....toh tum driver nahin ho?" she smiled.
"Beti...tum kahaan rehti ho?" she further questioned.
Geet wondered why she was being asked so many questions. But anyways she responded.." Greater Kailash....Actually main Abohar se aayi hoon. Meri family wahin rehti hain. Hum do behene yahaan padhai aur kaam karne ke liye shift hue..."
She saw Maan turn to look at her. The elder man was saying something to Maan which disturbed him and Geet could feel both of them looking at her. Dadi also saw the interexchange of looks between Pratham and Maan and the subsequent gesture of his hand as if calling Geet inside. She pushed Geet into the ward and closed the door.
"Maan yeh tumhari girlfriend hain?" Pratham asked feebly. His condition was really weak. Maan looked horrified and Dadi looked placid.
"Haan Pratham yeh ladki Maan ki pasand hain.." Dadi's voice broke the tension. Geet bit back a cry. She couldn't create a scene infront of a hospitalized man.
"Dadi..." Maan began furiously but Dadi cut in before he could complete..."Maan ab chupane se kya faida...Pratham ko toh hak banta hain jan ne ke liye....ki Geet hamari ghar ki bahu ban ne waali hain...."
Geet felt frozen...what the hell was happening.
Pratham motioned to Geet to come near him. Her feet found the ground and she walked like a zombie towards the bed.
"Beti....Mujhe promise karo...ki jo bhi hoga....tum Maan ka khayaal rakhogi....aur uska saath kabhi nahin chodogi....Vaada Karo beti..." his shivering hand was extended in hope.
Geet turned to look at Maan's expression...it was one of absolute fury...and then at Dadi'd expression...she was urging Geet to go ahead and seal the promise.
"Uncle.....main..." she attempted.
"Kuch mat kaho beti...yeh ek marte hue aadmi ki akhri iccha hain....Bas kaho ki yeh vaada nibhaogi...."
"Nibhaungi..." she muttered looking down.
"Ab main chain se mar sakta hoon...Maan...tum isse khush rakhoge...aur Khurana Empire ab tumhara hain....Tum ab plane udana band karo...Bahut uda liya....planes....ab Business tum sambhaloge...."
"Paa..." he tried but before he could complete a sharp alarm began blaring indicating that the pulse was dropping.
"Doctors...." Dadi screamed. A doctor rushed in...and checked the pulse...but it was too late. Mr. Pratham Khurana had breathed his last.
Geet stood there traumatized. She had never been to a hospital before...and now the first time she had stepped into it...she had witnessed a man's death. Her feet were cold and she was sweating.
The doctors called orderlies to shift the body to the morgue. Dadi silently wept and Maan stood there firmly and yet a trace of emotion was flitting across his impassive face.
Geet went towards Dadi and put a arm around her...trying to comfort her. Dadi buried her face into Geet's shoulder and wept noiselessly.
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Geet...a total tempest! She is wild and witty.....
Maan...a responsible Air Force Officer! He is caring and compact!!!
Both of them bound by the shackles of one unwanted dying wish.....
They are meant to be together?!?!?!?.......
The common answer from the DUO- "YOU AND ME!!!!..............NEVER!"
Please do read and leave comments...
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"You and Me...............NEVER!"
PART 1
Maan Khurana searched the crowds surging into the airport. Dadi had told him that their driver, Dev would be there to pick him up.
Squadron leader Maan Khurana of the Indian Air force had been regally promoted to the respected postion of Group Captain yesterday. He had been so proud...and happy that his hardwork was being recognized. Everything had been fine until..the phone call last night from his Dadi.
She had been throughly hysterical while informing him that his father, Mr. Pratham Khurana had met with an accident and was kissing the chilly lips of death. Maan had tried telling Dadi that...now his responsibilities were with the nation and he could not come back but his Dadi had called up the Marshal of Air Force and talked him into sending Maan home on a two month break.
Maan had tried protesting but the honorable Marshal had insisted that he go home. The Marshal of Air Force was Dadi's youngest brother and so her cries had instigated him to send Maan home.
Maan had made him promise that they would immediately summon Maan incase he was required before the two months were up. Marshal Nihaal Juneja had promised his grandson that he will not hesitate to call him back when needed.
"Oye tum kya statue of liberty ho....jo yahaan pe pose kar rahe ho?..Dikhayi nahi deta hain yahaan pe log kitne jaldi mein hain...aur aap yahaan raastein mein khaade hoke apni mehbooba ke baare mein soch rahe ho....." a shrill voice rang in his ears.
He wheeled around and came face to face with a girl standing a few inches away from him waiting for him to move out of her way. She was glaring at him in an exasperated manner.
"Na main pose kar raha hoon...na main apne mehbooba ke baare mein soch raha hoon..." he countered her defiantly. He couldn't tolerate mindless behaviour.
"Aap jo bhi kar rahe ho thode side mein jaake ke kariye..." she tossed her plait back.
She was dressed in a light yellow salwar suit in total contrast to all the females in the Delhi Airport. They were all dressed in the latest fashion wear...sporting their sleek thighs and bare arms. This girl didn't mind being an oddity.
He moved to a side...He was in no mood of a verbal showdown especially with his father battling death in the hospital. He looked into the milling crowd trying to spot someone called Dev who may be holding his name placard.
"Main us Dev ko nahin chodne waali hoon....Mujhe yahaan bhej ke phasa diya...Aur waise bhi mujhe kya pata yeh saala MAAN KHURANA dikhta kaisa hain...." he heard the girl mumbling while she crossed him.
"Suniye..." he stopped her in her tracks.
"Jee..baad mein...aap mujhe baad mein sorry kehna...aur chai pilani hain toh...No thanks...main jaldi main hoon.." she told him in an off-handed fashion.
Maan rolled his eyes...wonder where his Dadi got such drivers....
"Main Maan Khurana hoon.." he stated.
"Kya!!!!!!!!!??????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she cried out in astonishment.
He saw the interplay of feelings on the landscape of her pretty face. Suddenly some thought struck her...
"uski kya guarantee hain?" she demanded.
His irritation grew with each second. This girl was being impossible.
"Tum mujhe Dadi ke paas le chalo ....woh tumhe bataegi ki main MAAN hoon ya nahin..."
The mention of Dadi did the trick.
"Mujhe maaf kardo sir...aap chaliye jaldi. Hume hospital pahunchna hain" she mellowed down.
She snatched the trolley out of his hand and literally ran towards the exit. Maan followed her...totally pissed off that she had asked for a guarantee that he was Maan Khurana.
She loaded the luggage single-handedly. Maan looked on in bewilderment. This girl was eccentric.
He took the back seat while she jumped into the Driver's seat and fastened the seat-belt.
"Babaji....aap meri...aur yeh gaadi ki raksha karna...." she folded her hands together and told her prayer aloud.
The engine came alive and the sleek imported Lamborghini Estoque roared through the Delhi roads. Maan had never seen a girl drive this fast. She was driving like a maniac. She jumped all traffic signals and took the sharpest turns Maan had seen in his life. After 15 minutes of race against time...they stopped in front of the foyer of the hospital. The girl jumped out and opened the door for Maan to alight the vehicle.
"Batameezi ke liye sorry sir...Dadi aapki intezaar kar rahi hogi. Jaayiye..." she meekly told him.
He was stunned. This girl was speaking in such a humble tone. He already seen many facades of her...but this modest and humble one was absolutely stupefying. My god! Can anyone have so many attitudes.
"Tum hamare driver ho?" he asked her unsurely.
"Kuch aisa hi...." she nodded.
"Normally...Airport se hospital aane mein kitna time lagta?"
"Ek ghanta..." she looked down. He choked back his disbelief. This girl had driven the route of an hour in fifteen minutes.
"Sir...aap andar jaayiye..." she pestered. Maan then remembered his dad and jogged into the foyer without a backward glance.
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"Dev...kaam khatam...ab main jaa sakti hoon?" Geet angrily asked over the phone.
"Geet...isme ghussa hone ki hya baat hain? Tum toh yeh sab apne di ke liye kar rahi ho....Jaakar ek baar Dadi se pooch lo ki koi kaam baki hain ya nai...phir tum khushi khushi chale jaana...." he airily told Geet over the phone while ogling at Geet's sister Naintara.
Geet and Naintara or NT for short were sisters and had shifted to Delhi for Geet's further studies. NT had searched everywhere for a job but had been unsuccessful. And she had then bumped into Dev Chopda. She had been blown over by his looks and had started spending her time with him.
Later on they had come to know that Dev was a driver....Geet had been appalled but NT had just come up with ..."Toh kya hua agar woh driver hain....He looks like Tom Cruise. And waise bhi woh Khuranas ka driver hain...."
Geet had tried making NT see sense but NT refused to listen. At last Geet had given up and accepted the relationship. All day NT would stay home and read fashion magazines and at night Dev would drop by and Geet would be pushed out of the flat to go for forced midnight strolls.
Geet had just completed her MBA this year and was still waiting for a positive reply to her applications for a job. She worked part-time in a club teaching driving to beginners. The money she earned was spent on NT's growing demands of Fashion accessories and wardrobe.
Geet was always forced to do Dev favours because of NT.......Like today.
Geet had been anticipating a quiet and tranquil weekend. Dev and NT had planned to go on an elongated tour to Agra. All of a sudden Dev had been called to make an unexpected trip to the airport to pick up the heir of the Khurana Empire-Maan Khurana.
Dev had panicked and called Geet from Agra forcing her to go in his stead. Geet had refused at first but then NT had scolded Geet for being a selfish girl and not helping her sister.
Geet had finally given in and approached Mrs. Khurana.....the empress. The lady had been kind and had told Geet to quickly go to the airport and had additionally forgiven Dev for his behaviour. She was a sweet lady.
Geet ended the call and threw a string of curses at Dev before stomping into the hospital to ask the Khuranas if they needed a driver during the night hours.
"Errr...Khuranas kahaan honge?" she asked at the reception.
"They are in ward number 14. That way.." the pretty receptionist guided.
Geet thanked her and proceeded to the ward...she was scared that she was going to be interrupting a huge family re-union even if it was at the hospital of all places.
She saw Dadi standing outside the ward...the door of the ward was open.
She slowly and hesitatingly walked upto Dadi.
"Dadi.....kya main ghar jaa sakti hoon ya aapko driver ki zaroorat hain..." she asked Mrs. Khurana haltingly.
The great Lady turned to face her.
"Beta...tumne hamari bahut madad ki hain. Thank you. Tum us Nalayak Dev ko kaise jaante ho?"
"Uhhmm Dadi woh mere jiju ban ne waale hain...." she offered.
"Kya tum bhi driver ho?" the lady asked kindly.
"Nahi jee.....Main toh yahaan padhne aayi thi. Meri MBA khatam hui hain is saal...ab main kaam dhoond rahi hoon..." she explained. Her eyes darted into the ward where she saw Maan sitting on the stool holding the hand of the elder man who had been fitted with tubes and hospital equipment.
"oh....toh tum driver nahin ho?" she smiled.
"Beti...tum kahaan rehti ho?" she further questioned.
Geet wondered why she was being asked so many questions. But anyways she responded.." Greater Kailash....Actually main Abohar se aayi hoon. Meri family wahin rehti hain. Hum do behene yahaan padhai aur kaam karne ke liye shift hue..."
She saw Maan turn to look at her. The elder man was saying something to Maan which disturbed him and Geet could feel both of them looking at her. Dadi also saw the interexchange of looks between Pratham and Maan and the subsequent gesture of his hand as if calling Geet inside. She pushed Geet into the ward and closed the door.
"Maan yeh tumhari girlfriend hain?" Pratham asked feebly. His condition was really weak. Maan looked horrified and Dadi looked placid.
"Haan Pratham yeh ladki Maan ki pasand hain.." Dadi's voice broke the tension. Geet bit back a cry. She couldn't create a scene infront of a hospitalized man.
"Dadi..." Maan began furiously but Dadi cut in before he could complete..."Maan ab chupane se kya faida...Pratham ko toh hak banta hain jan ne ke liye....ki Geet hamari ghar ki bahu ban ne waali hain...."
Geet felt frozen...what the hell was happening.
Pratham motioned to Geet to come near him. Her feet found the ground and she walked like a zombie towards the bed.
"Beti....Mujhe promise karo...ki jo bhi hoga....tum Maan ka khayaal rakhogi....aur uska saath kabhi nahin chodogi....Vaada Karo beti..." his shivering hand was extended in hope.
Geet turned to look at Maan's expression...it was one of absolute fury...and then at Dadi'd expression...she was urging Geet to go ahead and seal the promise.
"Uncle.....main..." she attempted.
"Kuch mat kaho beti...yeh ek marte hue aadmi ki akhri iccha hain....Bas kaho ki yeh vaada nibhaogi...."
"Nibhaungi..." she muttered looking down.
"Ab main chain se mar sakta hoon...Maan...tum isse khush rakhoge...aur Khurana Empire ab tumhara hain....Tum ab plane udana band karo...Bahut uda liya....planes....ab Business tum sambhaloge...."
"Paa..." he tried but before he could complete a sharp alarm began blaring indicating that the pulse was dropping.
"Doctors...." Dadi screamed. A doctor rushed in...and checked the pulse...but it was too late. Mr. Pratham Khurana had breathed his last.
Geet stood there traumatized. She had never been to a hospital before...and now the first time she had stepped into it...she had witnessed a man's death. Her feet were cold and she was sweating.
The doctors called orderlies to shift the body to the morgue. Dadi silently wept and Maan stood there firmly and yet a trace of emotion was flitting across his impassive face.
Geet went towards Dadi and put a arm around her...trying to comfort her. Dadi buried her face into Geet's shoulder and wept noiselessly.
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