Hello Guys! Heres a short one-shot on Maan realizing the truth! 😳
Maan stood dumbfounded at the shocking revelation Geet just made. Those 3 words kept on ringing in his ears.. "Main pregnant hoon"
How was this possible? He was expecting something else totally… Then what was this? "Yeh kya ho raha hain??"
Geet looked into his eyes, pain clearly showing in his chocolate brown eyes in which she often found herself drowning in. She saw him looking at her, eyes full of questions, pain and anguish at the same time. Only she knew how much it hurt seeing him like this. She had grown to love this man over time, she was so much in love with him that seeing him like this tore her soul apart. She was not in the least bothered about her own pain… only he mattered to her now.
Slowly Maan let go of her hands which he was holding close to his heart. His world was crushed in that one moment. He backed away from her… his gaze still fixed on her… willing her to tell him that this was just a joke… But he knew she was telling him the truth. Looking away in disgust, he turned his back on her and walked away.
Geet stood rooted to the floor, tears flowing down uncontrollably. The way he reacted… any man would do the same. He was not at fault. But she couldn't let him walk away from her without knowing the story behind her truth. She had to tell him, no matter what. Wiping her tears away, determinedly she followed him.
Reaching home, Maan dragged himself to his room. Silently he walked over to the balcony, the same one with the huge magnificent window where the Moon was visible. The same place where he had taken one step further in their fake relationship. But he knew deep down in his heart that this was not fake to him. He wanted it to be real, he wanted her in his life, to be his life partner. But… now things were no longer the same. He was right… love only gave pain and nothing but pain. How stupid he was to allow this emotion to take control of his life. Ever since he had met Geet, his entire world had changed. In the beginning, she drove him up the wall with her childish acts. But over the past few months as he got to know her better, she had begun to make a place in his heart. Although he had sworn never to let anyone make that possible, this girl had somehow managed to do so. Not only that, she made him lose control of himself whenever she was around and the reason for that was that he had fallen head over heels in love with her.
Geet had followed him to his room. She had been here once where he had made her wear his ring which still adorned her ring finger. She had never taken it off as it meant a lot to her. She observed him as he looked out of the window with stoned eyes having no expressions of anything whatsoever. Her heart clenched seeing him in this state for she knew she was the reason behind it. No matter what, she had to tell him the entire story.
Geet : Maan…
Maan turned around hearing that voice that haunted him day and night. What was she doing here now? He looked away as he couldn't bear to see her face anymore.. Not after what had just happened. How could he? Could he even trust her anymore? He made an attempt to leave the room but was stopped by Geet who had taken hold of his hand. For the first time, it was her who made the first move. For the first time, she willingly had touched him.
Geet: Nahin Maan.. Main aapko yahan se nahin jaane doongi. Jab tak aap meri baat nahin sunte.. Main aapko mujhse door nahin jaane doongi.
Maan looked down at their hands. She held them possessively and was clearly not going to let go anytime. Slowly, he let his eyes move up her body wrapped in a brown sari looking ethereal as ever. With only a pair of dangling earrings as her jewelry, she looked nothing less than an angel. His angel. He couldn't help himself and looked in the eye which was fixed on him. Her rosy cheeks were now stained with trails of wet tears. And those eyes that captured his soul showed determination in them.
Maan: Kyon kiya tumne aisa? Kyon Geet? KYON????
Maan let out his anguish in the form on his anger, grabbing her by her shoulders like he always did. But this time Geet didn't flinch. She allowed him to drag her close. For it didn't matter anymore. She was not going to hide her feelings anymore. All those times when he brought her close to him, she would always make up some excuse that she needed to go.. But the real reason was that she didn't want him to notice that she had feelings for him. But now she had finally accepted that she loved him, more than anything and she was not afraid in letting him know that.
Geet: Nahin… Aap aisa nahin keh sakte. Aap nahin jaante mere saath kya huwa tha Hoshiarpur mein. Mein ek aam zindagi jee rahi thi… aur ek din meri shaadi fix ho gayi thi… Ek NRI ladke ke saath jisne mujhe wo har sapne dikhaye ko ek ladki ke hote the. Lekin wo sirf ek dikhawa tha… shaadi ke raat… Maine usse aapna sab kuch.. Sab kuch de diya… Tan aur maan… sab kuch… Lekin wo ek dhokha tha… Usko meri zameen chahiye thi… Shaadi ke agle din hum Canada jaane wale the… Lekin jab mein airport pohonchi… wo to kabke jaa chuke the… Aur.. Aur mujhe pata chala ki… pata chala ki uski shaadi pehle se hi ho chuki thi… Aur aur… mere paas yeh chodke chale gaye…
Saying that, she kept her hand on her stomach where her baby was. She looked up at him, her tears flowing like the river now. " Yehin waja thi jiske liye mere bhai mujhe marna chahte the… kyon ki maine iss bache ko girane se mana kar diya tha… Iss masoom ki.. Kya galthi hain.. Kya… galthi…"
Geet couldn't continue anymore. The memories of the past came rushing back to her and along with them came back the pain and betrayal that she had to face.
Maan stared at her, not able to comprehend anything. Was she telling the truth? Could he trust her on this? But such a heart-wrenching tale, no one could make that up in mere moments. But could he accept her? Was he strong enough? He still didn't know what she felt for him… What if … What if all those moments where they had gotten close and she always made some excuse to go away… Could it be that she felt guilty?? He didn't know what hurt more… Her truth or the fact that she was guilty….
Geet: Ek aur baat main aapse kehna chahti hoon….
Sliding her right hand up towards his cheek, she gently caressed it and looked into his eyes and let out her feelings for him at last.
Geet: Main aapse bohot pyaar karti hoon Maan… Bohot pyaar karti hoon. Aap kab mere dil mein bas gaye pata hi nahin chala… Jab aapne kal mujhe bataya ki aapke liye bharosa aur sachhayi aapke liye pyaar hain… Maine faisla kar liya tha ki aapko sab sach bata doon. Aur yeh bhi ek sach hain… Ki main aapko dilon jaan se pyaar karti hoon. Main samaj jaungi agar aap yahan se chale gaye… Mujhe koi afsoos nahin honga… Aapke saath guzare huwe har lamhe ke saath main jee loongi. Jee loongi main….
Having said that, she turned away from and walked to the window gazing out.
"She loves me… yes she loves me!" Maan was ecstatic. Finally she had admitted it. She loved him! He knew it in his heart that he loved her more than anything as well… He knew that by telling him the truth, she was actually distancing him away from her. Yet she told him the entire truth without any hesitation. Could he accept her… once again?? Yes he could… for he knew in this entire situation it was never her fault. And that small live growing in her, it was a part of Geet. His Geet… And he could accept that as well. There and then he made his final decision.
Geet heard the door shut behind her and her world came crashing down on her. "Wohh mujhe chodke chale gaye… Babaji… kyon kiya aapne mere saath aisa…."
Suddenly out of nowhere, someone grabbed her hand. Maan stood there, hovering over her for a few seconds before dragging her behind him. Geet let herself follow him, she had to accept whatever punishment he gave her, be it leaving this house forever.
She expected herself to be thrown out of the house but instead found herself in the mansion's Mandir. She looked at him with questioning eyes, having no idea what his intention was. Maan moved towards the Mandir and took hold of a small box and held it on his left palm. Facing her, he opened the small box. To her surprise, it was filled with a red colored powder. Sindoor.
Taking a pinch of it, in one swift movement, he filled her maang with sindoor. Putting the box back, he pulled out a mangalsutra from his pocket and put it around her neck.
Geet stared at him, eyes widening in shock. "Yeh...."
Maan: Chup, bilkul chup. I love you Geet… Mere liye bas yeh khafi hain. Haan… main jaanta hoon ki tumari sachayi jaane ki baat mujhe dukh huwa… par mujhe yeh maloom nahin tha ki tumne kya kuch nahin saha. Aaj tumne apni dil ki baat keh di… Yeh jaankar ki tum bhi mujhe pyaar karti ho….
Geet: Magar Maan… mere pet mein kisi aur ka bacha…
Maan: Nahin… Yeh tumara bacha hain… It's a part of you Geet, only you. Aur main isse bhi pyaar karunga, kyon ki yeh tumara hissa hain Geet. Aur aab mera bhi. Patni ho tum meri Geet. Mere naam ka sindoor aur mangalsutra pehen rahi ho tum.
Geet didn't know what to say. What was this man made of? He accepted her even in this condition… By making her his wife? Mrs Maan Singh Khurana? She touched her forehead which bore sindoor in his name. She now was his. She belonged to Maan now, and nothing could be more perfect than that. Her previous marriage was a farce, and now she could consider herself as married, married to Maan. His actions and acceptance made her love him even more. To show him just how much, she leaned forward and touched her lips to his. Maan gladly kissed her back wrapping his arms around her tiny waist and bringing her close. After a while, she broke away embarrassed at her own action. She looked away blushing crimson red, her hand resting on his chest. Having nowhere else to look, she hid her face in his chest which made Maan laugh at her shyness and gently wrapped his arms around her protectively, both finding solace in each other's arms.
There they stood in each other's arms where they knew they belonged. Maan and Geet, a couple who had hopelessly fallen in love with each other, were finally one.
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