OS: Never Forgive

Geet watched as he stormed out of his office and headed towards the elevator. Had this been two days ago, she'd have watched him walk off helplessly, but today was a different day. Today, Geet Handa was anything but helpless. If he wanted to walk away from her, fine, she wouldn't stop him but only after he heard the entire truth. She didn't fight with destiny and her heart just to give up on him now – no way. She was going to tell him all of the truth even if it killed her.

The elevator door's shut with him behind them. When there is a will, there is a way. The elevator may not be available, but the stairs were. Geet rushed down the stairs as fast as she could, hoping and praying that she would reach him before she left. She shoved the door leading to the underground parking lot, just as his sleek black Mercedes drove past her.

"Maan!" she called.

He turned, but he didn't stop, but Geet was not deterred. She was a woman on a mission, and come hell or high water, she was going to complete it.

She raced up the stairs to the main lobby, then out the door chasing after his car. She repeatedly called out to him. She yelled so loud that her throat was hurting, but she didn't stop. She ran furiously after his speeding car, but she gained no ground. With every passing second the car slipped further and further away. She'd been so engrossed in getting her voice to him that she didn't pay attention to the ground beneath her. That is why when she tripped over a large rock, she could do nothing to break her fall.

"Maan!" she yelled one last time before falling.

The moment she tripped she knew it would hurt. She tripped over a large rock only to fall onto another one. A paralyzing pain shot through her midsection as her delicate body met the hard contours of the jagged rock. The last thing she remembered was Maan's car so far off in the distance it nearly disappeared. And then…her world went black.

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Maan had spent the previous night awake thinking about the joke that his life had become. The woman he loved was pregnant with another man's baby. The woman he'd let into his life after years, the woman who he saw a future with, the woman he'd die for…she was pregnant with another man's baby. How was he supposed to digest that?

There was probably more to the story, but he was in no mood to hear her excuses. People didn't become pregnant by accident. If you were doing the deed, you should be well aware of the ramifications.

He walked into the office, and immediately a lull fell over the employees. They knew that Maan Singh Khurana was in no mood to be toyed with. He needed control in his upside down life, and work was the only place he could have that. He went into his office and began working on a project. Fifteen minutes into it, he noticed that the phones were ringing off the hook and no one was answering. He immediately dialed Pinky's extension to ask why his receptionist wasn't doing the job she got paid for. Her phone rang and rang with no answer.

This was the height of it. He stormed out of his office all set to ream Pinky out, but was stunned when she wasn't behind her desk. Instantly he looked for Adi who usually hung around with Pinky, but didn't see him.

"Adi kahaan hai?" Maan roared.

"Paata nahin Sir," someone answered. "Adi nahin aaya aur Pinky bhi nahin aayi."

"Dono nahin aaye?" Maan asked.

All staff members shook their heads. Maan knew about their budding romance, he didn't care for it but as long as it didn't effect his work, he left it alone. However, now it was effecting his work and that was not acceptable.

"Aane doh dono ko," Maan fumed as he walked back to his cabin. "Phir dekhna ke dono ko naukri se kaise nikalta hoon."

"Woh nahin aayenge," Sasha called. "Dono hospital mein hai………….Geet ke saath."

Maan whipped his head around.

"Vaise, hum toh hairaan hai ke aaj aap office aaye hai. Aapko toh Geet ke saath hona chahiyeh. Afterall, woh aapki fianc hai," Sasha taunted.

"Geet, hospital mein? Kya hua?" Maan asked worried.

"Woh nahin paata. Magar haan, itna paata hai ke usse khoon ki zarurat thi, issi liyeh kaal Adi ne sare staff ko phone kiya tha yeh dekhne ke liyeh ke kya koi B+ hai," Sasha added.

"Kya?!" Maan said.

Instantly all his anger and fury flooded away. Only one thought was on his min, Geet was in the hospital and he had no idea why. Geet was in the hospital, she needed blood and he was only finding out now!? Maan raced to his car while he called someone to find out what hospital Geet was at. By the time he was pulling out of the parking lot, he was informed that she was admitted at Mumbai City Hospital.

As he drove he remembered her running after his car the day before. He'd been too mad to stop so he kept driving on. If anything happened to her because of that, how was he going to face himself.

Maan made it in record time. He asked for Geet at the front desk, and found out she was on the 5^th floor, room 509. He didn't have the patience to wait for the elevator, so he took the stairs. As he approached the hall way, he saw Adi and Pinky. Adi had Pinky in his arms, as she cried – Maan could tell by the way that her body shook and how Adi stroked her head to comfort her. Before going any further Maan asked the nurse at the station for some information.

"Room number 509 ki patient ko kya hua hai?" Maan asked.

"Ji aap kaun?" the nurse asked.

"Main…woh…main…dost hoon," he answered.

"Oh, I'm sorry lekin unka miscarriage hogaya hai," the nurse said.

Maan stood rooted on the spot. Geet had miscarried. Suddenly the past two days flashed in front of his eyes. It started with Geet in the white dress and ended with Geet running behind his car. Before he could give it any more thought, a doctor came out of Geet's room, shortly after which Pinky and Adi walked into Geet's room.

Maan approached the room quietly and what he saw, it broke his heart – even more than it already was.

Geet sat on the bed, hugging Pinky like her life depended on it. She cried and cried.

"Kyun Pinky? Kyun?" she asked. "Baba-ji mujhse meri haar kushi kyun chin leta hai Pinky? Kyun?"

"Chup hoja Geet," Pinky said, her own voice cracking.

"Koi nahin tha mere paas. Baas mera baacha tha, aur aab woh bhi mujhse chin gaya," she cried.

Maan stood, his own eyes watering at seeing Geet shattered like this. No matter how mad he was at her, or how hurt he was by her – his heart couldn't forget how much he still loved her. And seeing her cry like this, it was like a dagger in his heart.

"Maan Sir," Adi said.

This brought Maan out of his thoughts and made all eyes turn to him. Hesitantly he looked into Geet's red rimmed eyes. The eyes that had once been filled with love, care and strength, were now filled with hate, anger and fury.

"Kyun aaye hai aap yahaan?" she demanded.

Maan stood quiet.

"Kya yeh dehne aaye hai ke main zinda hoon ya nahin?" Geet asked.

Still he stood silent.

"Meri pregnancy hi hum dono ke beech mein saab se badi problem thi naa," she said. "Loh, aab koi problem nahin rahi…kyun ke koi baacha hi nahin raha. Lekin aab, hum dono ke beech mein 'hum' bhi nahin raha." Her voice cracked as she spoke. "Aab toh aap bohot kush honge naa?"

"Geet…" he began but was cut off.

"Nahin, mujhe kuch nahin sunna," she yelled.

"Meri baath toh suno…" Maan said.

"Kyun? Main kyun sunu?" she asked. "Aapne meri baath suni thi, joh main aapki baath sunungi?"

When Maan stayed silent, Geet continued.

"Aapse baas itna chaha ke aap meri puri baath sunle. Uske baad aagar aapko jaana tha mujhe chodke toh koi baath nahin, main aapko nahin rokti. Aapse baath karne ki kitni kosish ki thi maine. Aapke gaari ke peeche thak bhagi," she said.

"Geet…"

"Aaj aapke vaje se maine aapna baacha khoya hai!" Geet roared. "Sirf aapke vaje se! Ek baar gaari toh rok liya hota…ek baar." Her tears flooded her eyes again. "Ek baar rok liya hota, tho aaj mera baacha mere paas hota. Ek woh hi mera sahara tha. Uske liyeh maine saab se rishta tod diya, duniya se ladrahi thi…sirf uske liyeh. Uske bina aab main kya karungi? Kya karungi main?"

Her words hit Maan like a tractor trailer. She was right, he had seen her running after him. He should have stopped but no, he was so enraged that he saw nothing but her deceit. He didn't see a pregnant woman running on loose gravel to catch up to him. No, he didn't see that at all.

"Mujhe kya pata tha ke jis insaan ne meri jaan itni baar bachaya hai, aaj ussi ki vaje se mujhse mera saab kuch chin jayega," she cried. "Aagar mujhe pata hota, toh uss raath main aapko avaz khabi nahin deti…Brij veerji ke hathoon maar jaati!"

"Geet!" Maan yelled.

The thought of her dead – it made his blood run cold.

Geet was speaking from a broken heart, a shattered soul – she wasn't going to stop now.

"Aaj aapke vaje se maine aapna baacha khoya! Sirf aapke vajese! Mere baach ke katil aap hai! Main aapko khabi maaf nahin karungi, khabi nahin!" Geet yelled.

Maan let his head hang in shame and guilt because he knew she was right. She was hurting and he caused her to hurt, what was he supposed to say?

"I'm sorry Geet," Maan said in a soft tone.

"Aapna sorry aapne paas hi rakiyeh Mr. Maan Singh Khurana," she said in a mocking tone. "Aapse mujhe kuch nahin chahiyeh…naa aapki jhooti humdardi, naa aapki maafi, naa aapka madat, naa aapka saat…aur naa hi aapka pyaar."

Maan closed his eyes as his heart shattered once again. He'd lost his chance with Geet. He knew, no matter what he did or said, nothing would change the fact that she had lost her child because of him. He knew that she'd always be the one that got away.

As he walked out of the room he saw Geet sink back into the bed as fresh tears spilled from her eyes. He used one hand to cover her eyes as her body was racked by tears.

At that moment all he wanted to do was hold her and tell her how sorry he was for everything. He wanted to tell her he'd been a wounded, arrogant man after she told him about her past. He wanted to tell her that he loved her and that he'd make sure everything was alright again. He wanted to tell her that without her his life had no meaning. He wanted to do so much.

But instead, he simply walked out of the hospital room and out of her life. She was never going to forgive him for loosing her baby. In his mind, he knew he'd never forgive himself either.

The End