Ek Paal'
Ek paal ke
liyeh hi sahi,
Ghadiyaan
humko milli makmali, pyaar ki
Iss ek paal
ko, jee le zaara'
Yeh lamhe phir
mille naa mille,
Kho jaane deh
sabhi duriyaan, faasale'
Aa dil milla
le aur paas aa'
Phir kya ho,
kya khabar
Dekha hai
kisne kaal,
Aa raath rok
leh, phir ho naa jaaye seher'.
Santa Monica
Pier, CA- 1:30 AM
Amazing how a place that is usually full of
life, noise and laughter was now a desolate, quiet and nearly dead place. Funny
how a place that is usually buzzing with hundreds of people was now the
salvation of only one soul; Santa Monica Pier: the one and only. Located along the beautiful coast of Southern California,
it was a gem. Come anytime and this place was full and crowded. During the
day, many fellow Californians and some tourists even, flocked to the cool
waters of the beach to seek refuge from the blazing heat of
Los Angeles County.
At night, the pier came to life full of people; each there for various
reasons; some to pass time and fish, even though they hardly catch anything,
while others came for the arcade; some came to eat the at sea-food restaurant
while others came to enjoy the various musicians and artists doing their
thing; some came just to spend time with family and friends while others came
specifically for the warm, sugary, sweet, crunchy, baked treats known as Churros.
Santa Monica Beach/Pier was a place that Geet
was all too familiar with. She was brought up and raised her entire life in the
sunny, care-free climate of California.
Brought up by traditional Indian parents, in a world where the Westerners
ruled. She had lived in the same house since she had arrived in California with her parents
and younger sister Pinky. Her parents were not rich but were well off. Geet and
her sister had everything they needed and wanted...within their means. Being
brought up in the center of San Fernando Valley,
in Van Nuys, with traditional Indian parents whose traditional Indian values
had turned Geet into the quintessential "Desi Valley Girl", if that was even
possible.
Her parents had instilled in her the
goodness of being a human being, the necessity of a good education, the morals
and values of being from a colorful and beautiful culture; but most of all, the
duty and expectations of a daughter from a middle class Indian family. That is
why, at 1:30 in the morning, Geet was walking along the shore hiding her fear,
apprehension and tears in the nights black sheet of darkness. Only the light
from the twinkling stars and the bright full moon shown down on her and showed
her the path she was walking.
Her parents thought that she was at her best
friend Nina's house resting. There was no way that they would have let her come
out at this time of night by her self. She had told the lie because she had to get away
from everything just to think and to be alone. Finding a spot next to where the
huge wooden pillars where the pier met with the soft, golden sand of the beach,
Geet sat down. She gathered her knees to her chest, and pressed her small body
into the hardness of the pillar, as if wanting to melt into it.
She
stared out to the great and powerful sea. The resemblance they had to one
another was uncanny. On the outside they both appeared calm and collected with
the occasional wave breaking to the surface. Inside, there was a furry of
emotions and whirl pools that could sink and destroy anything that came in its
path. Just like the similarities, the differences were strong as well. The
ocean was free and seemed to be never ending. It yielded and obeyed to no one
and nothing. Where as, Geet...her story had met with the ending. There was no
freedom, or room to grow. The oceans path and systems changed daily, where as Geet's
was now set in stone; the thought of which brought the escape of a solitary
tear from her eye. The lonely didn't stay lonesome for long; holding on to her
knees with her arms, she put down her head, and at that moment the dam broke.
The tears, frustration and fear that she had carried inside her for the past 4
months had finally reached the breaking point. Geet could feel her body shaking
with her hiccups; she could hear her sobs as she saw her future flash before
her eyes.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Geet felt a warm
touch on her bare shoulder that set her skin ablaze and her senses on full
alert. It stirred something deep within her soul, she knew, in her heart, that
one moment would change her life.
"Are you ok miss?" came from an inquisitive voice right behind
her.
It was a voice that shook Geet down to her
bones, her core. It was deep, husky and demanding and all the while it was
sweet, seductive and gentle.
She looked up to find a pair of piercing,
dark chocolaty eyes staring back at her. A shiver ran down Geet's spine because
that one look gave her the feeling that he could see directly into her heart
and into her soul. Geet was so busy losing herself in those eyes that she
hadn't seen that he held out a handkerchief to her.
She managed a soft "Yes I am fine.
Thank You," while reaching for the handkerchief, as the man sat down
next to her.
"Indian?" the stranger asked.
"What gave it away? The exquisitely designed
clothing, the heavy antique
jewelry, the red mehendi on my hands, or the so called 'dot' on my
forehead?" Geet replied sarcastically.
"None of the above, it was your face and
your eyes," said the man.
"Oh...you?" she asked.
"Me too," he replied, "Are you sure that you are alright?"
"Yes," she lied.
"If those long lines of running mascara are
any indication, I would say you are far from 'fine'," said the man as he caught her bluff.
Embarrassed that a strange man had to tell
her that her mascara was running, Geet blushed bringing a hint of color to her
now pale face. Quickly taking the hanky she wiped as best she could the black
marks that were proof of her moment of weakness, and proof of the tears that
she had shed only seconds ago. Geet turned her eyes from his face back out to
the massive body of water that lay in front of her.
"No really, I'm fine. Just a little upset," she said trying to cover her tracks.
"If you were only a 'little upset' you
wouldn't be out here at this time of night by yourself; neither would I for
that matter," the stranger admitted.
Looking back into those dreamy eyes Geet
asked, "What is it that brings you here?"
At being questioned, Geet sensed the
stranger stiffen as a wall of anger and frustration flashes in his eyes. He
turns away from her gaze and looks at the ocean. Thinking that it is obviously
not something he wants to talk about with her, she too turns her gaze back to
the Pacific. After a few sort seconds Geet sees the stranger's shoulders sag,
as his eyes close and head drops.
He lets out a sigh and says "Life,"
with a hint of sadness, desperation and surrender.
"I am 28 years old, a successful business
man, I have a great family," he continued. "I could care less about what people think or
say about me. There is only one person in this world that I would do anything
for, anything to make her happy, anything to make her tears and worries go away
' my Dadi. She raised me as both mother
and father after my parents passed away. Everything was fine until she began
insisting that I get married and 'settle down'."
"Ah...yes. 'Settle down'. If I may, is there
something wrong with that?" Geet asked.
"Not necessarily, no. I have done the 'love'
thing in the past and have been burned. I don't know if I can do it again. I
thought Naintara was the love of my life...but apparently the love of Naintara's
life was my bank account. Regardless, I have said yes to Dadi's insistence," he said in frustration.
Not realizing what she was doing, Geet
placed a hand on the strangers shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "I'm sure
everything will work out just fine. You seem like a stand up guy, and you will
get the goodness that you deserve when the time is right," she said.
The
stranger put his hand on top of Geet's and looked into her eyes. He didn't need
to say anything because even though Geet had only known him for the past 15
minutes, she could read his eyes. The gratitude and appreciation shown in his
eyes like the stars in the sky.
"What about you? Why are you here?" As if being electrically shocked, Geet
yanked her hand out from under his and became cold towards him. "I'm
sorry, if you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. If you want to be alone
I understand, I never meant to intrude."
Geet could feel the honesty in his voice,
and the remorse in his voice for making her shut down on him.
The stranger stood up and brushed the sand
off of his bottom and made one step to move away, when Geet reached up and
grabbed a hold of his hand.
Without looking up, and still staring out at
the sea she said, "Please don't go. I don't want to be alone."
She could see that the stranger still felt strange
and confused by her behavior.
This time she looked up into his eyes and
said "Please," in a barely audible whisper.
The stranger shifted Geet's small, cold hand
into his other hand as he turned to sit back down. Without letting her go he
inter-laced his fingers with hers giving her support. At that moment, as if
finally giving up and surrendering, Geet allowed a small sigh escape her lips
as she set her head down on the strangers broad shoulder. As some of her hair
came over her face, the stranger used his other hand to brush it back behind
her ear. They sat in silence for a while, when Geet felt the stranger circle
her ring on her finger; she knew he was confused. Without taking her head off
of his shoulder, she pulled her hand out and felt her ring with the other.
"I myself am 'settling down'," Geet began to say. "I am
actually dressed like this because I just came from my engagement ceremony. My
parents have been after me to get married since I had graduated a year ago.
They had been looking for a guy and about 4 and half months ago they found one.
His name is Dev Malhotra. He is an old family friend who moved to Bakersfield with his
parents a few years back. His dad and my dad are old friends. Me and Dev were
friends too, but had lost touch after their move. He is the Senior
President of Skilled Health Care Co. He is a very nice and decent guy; very
respectful towards me and my family. He treats them like they are his own. I
know he will keep me 'happy'."
"I take it there is a problem," the stranger inquired.
"I don't love him," she said in disappointment. "I always pictured myself marrying the man of
my dreams and in my dream I marry the man I love. I tried to stall my parents
and throw them off my trail by telling them to wait until I get my masters, but
they didn't listen. My dad is getting older and isn't in the best of health and
his one wish is to see his daughters settled before anything happens to him.
Being the oldest it is my responsibility to carry out my fathers wishes, to make
him happy, to uphold the family name. I had no choice but to choose duty as a
daughter over my duty to myself. I had to choose the happiness of my family
over that of mine."
Once again the stranger took Geet's hand
into his and gave it a tight squeeze.
He places a soft, gentle kiss on her
forehead and whispered "I'm sorry you aren't getting what you want,"
before pulling away and resting his head on top of hers.
Again, they sat in silence not uttering a
word to one another. Even in this silence there was a bond between them; a bond
that made one feel what the other was feeling. They understood each others pain
and anguish and confusion even if they had known each other all but an hour.
"We both seem to be coming from the same
place; fulfilling our responsibilities to out families and in the process
watching our dreams go down the drain." said the stranger after a while. "How about we forget
everything and have some fun?"
At this Geet looked up at the stranger in
confusion.
"Let me explain; how about for tonight lets
forget everything. Let's forget that we have responsibilities to our families;
let's forget our sorrows and frustration; let's forget that there is anyone
else out there is this world. Tonight it is just you and me. Pretend that there
is nothing holding us back, or ties to hold us down. Just for tonight let's be
ourselves. Let's live in the present, in the right-now, in the moment. Let us
enjoy every moment of this night like it is the last night of our lives," he suggested. "Tomorrow's sun will bring with it a new life, a
new future. Tomorrow we will go our separate ways; but for right now...it is
only us."
Geet looked into the strangers eyes and gave
him a smile. That's exactly what she wanted to do tonight; forget. That is why
she had ventured out to the secluded beach at this time of night. The stranger
stood up and held out his hand for Geet to take; without a moments hesitation Geet
gave him her hand and he drew her up.
"I am Maan by the way, Maan Singh Khurana," he said as he introduced himself.
"Hi Maan, I am Geet, Geet Handa," she replied.
"Huh...Mishti? Hmm'I like it," he joked.
Geet smiled at Maan's interpretation of her
name. "Not 'Mishti', It's GEET."
Maan gave her a smile that could melt the
biggest glacier in Antarctica and said, "I
know, I just wanted to see if your smile was a beautiful as you are; and I must
say that it is just as beautiful if not more."
At this Geet blushed a deep rose red and
grinned from ear to ear.
"But I like Mishti'because you are very
sweet," Maan said.
"That was a horrible pick up line," Geet said as she laughed.
Maan made a weird face and said, "I
know'but I had to try."
Maan took Geet to his car, which just
happened to be the latest model BMW, and opened the door for her like a true gentle
man. Once she slid in he made sure that her ghagra was inside the car fully
before closing the door. Maan informed her that his Mother and sister Anvesha were
in Phoenix at
the moment for the engagement of one of their close family friends' daughter. Geet
couldn't go around town decked out fully in her fancy ghagra-choli, heavy
jewelry, and 5 inch stiletto heels. Maan told her that she was about the same
size as his sister so he took her back to his home to change. On the drive to
his house, which was up by posh Mulholland Drive, Geet began removing her
jewelry, and what seemed to be hundreds of pins in her outfit. She was about
the remove her bangles when Maan placed his hand over her hand, indicating for
her to stop.
"Don't take those off. I like the way the
look on you, and I love the sound they make when you move your arms," he said.
Geet slowly withdrew her right hand from
under his left hand. Maan slowly took her left hand into his hand and held it
for a while, and then slowly he placed a kiss at the base of her knuckles
sending a surge of heat through Geet's body.
After about 20 minutes Maan pulled his BMW
in front of a beautiful white mansion. He quickly got out of the car and went
to the other side to get the door for Geet; then he proceeded to help her get
out of the car. He walked with her hand in hand and opened the door for her.
"Why don't you go up and change, I have a
few calls to make," he said. "Chose
anything you like, don't worry about anything. Anvesha is a bit of a neat-freak
so you should find everything easily. In the mean time I'll grab a change of
clothes too."
Once Maan told her how to get to Anvesha's
room Geet hurried up the steps paying minimal attention to her surrounding. She
knew she had a limited amount of time before this night, and this life of just
her and Maan would be over. Just as Maan had suggested, Geet easily found what
she needed. Even though it was nearly 2:30 in the morning the nights were still
warm, since it was in dead in the middle of summer ' this was normal. Geet
settled for a pair of light cotton, dark brown cargo pants, and a turquoise Bebe top with matching flip flops. She
pulled her hair out of its fancy hair-do and ran some water through it giving
her hair its natural waves back, and quickly tied it into a pony tail. She
washed her face, seeing that half of her make up was already gone.
When she came back down stairs she found Maan
standing with his back to her, on the phone
talking to some one about how he will remember this favor and promised to pay
them back. He hadn't really changed; Maan had just pulled off his suit coat,
taken off the tie, undid the top few buttons and rolled up his sleeves to his
elbows. Geet walked soundlessly to Maan, when a light breeze blew some of
her hair out of place. She lifted her hand to push a few stray strands back
behind her ear when her bangles sounded, causing Maan to turn around.
A smile broke across his face as he said, "Much
better Mishti, even the moons radiance falls short in front of your natural
beauty."
Once again, as a true gentle man, he opened
the door for her as she got in the car. Maan took the bag she had managed to
get from Maan, stuffed all her things in and put it in the trunk. He got in and
lowered the top of his car, as the made their way to their destination.
Neither one of them said a word, they were
just enjoying each others company, relishing in the silent understanding, and
compassion that ran between them. Geet jerked a little out of surprise when she
felt his hand caress the side of her face. He moved his hand up to her hair and
pulled out the clip that held her hair together, letting her black tresses
cascade down to her shoulders. "I knew you would look spectacular with
your hair open. I like it better this way Mishti," he said.
Noting the tiny hint of lust in his voice Geet
ran her fingers through her hair setting it a little.
"Where are we going?" Geet asked, not sure where Maan was taking
her, but not the least bit worried at that fact.
"Shhh...You
will see."
About another 20 minutes later Maan pulled
back into the spot where he was the last time...
"We are back at the pier?" Geet asked, confused.
"I know."
"I thought we were living in the moment.
What can we do here? It is closed."
"No it's not...look," Maan said as he pointed his finger towards
the pier.
Geet followed his
gaze to the pier and couldn't believe her eyes. The pier that was dark and
gloomy not one hour ago was now bright with music and colorful lights. There was no one there except for
one shady figure at the base to the steps that led up to the pier. Maan tugged
on Geet's hand pulling her along with him towards the pier.
"Ever been to the pier at night?"
"Sure, tons of times."
Leaning in to whisper in her ear, "Like
this?"
"No....never."
"This is living in the moment."
"But how...I mean...when...who?"
"Don't worry, you can't get arrested or
anything."
Geet chuckled, "It's not that, I trust
you."
"Good. Ever ridden the roller coaster with
no one else around?"
"Ummm...I've never ridden the coaster. I'm
sort of ... scared."
"Well no need to be now, I am here with you.
Nothing will happen to you...I promise."
Maan and Geet walked hand in hand up to the
small roller coaster that attracted many people during regular hours. Geet saw
that the shady figure that she had seen was now waiting for them and welcomed
them to the pier. If they needed anything at all, he would be right around them
to help. Once they were at the roller coaster, Maan helped Geet into the front
compartment before getting in himself. Maan could see the fear in Geet's eyes.
"So I take it you have never been to Six Flags
Magic Mountain,
right?"
"Hell No!!! I mean...no. I get really scared
and nervous; my stomach feels like a bottomless pit."
"Like it does now?"
"Yes."
Maan pulled down the safety bar and smiled
as he saw Geet pull the bar as far down as she possibly could. Maan put and arm
around her to shield her and protect her, as to give her a sense of support. As
soon as the solitary operator clicked the start button and Geet heard the
clanking of the chains bellow them, she shrank into the crock of Maan's arm,
and buried her face in his chest as if the 'boogie man' was standing in front
of her. He puller her in and felt her hold her breath as the ride began to
move. Geet stiffened, and began taking rapid, shallow breaths as she could feel
their altitude rising. When the ride sped up and began taking its twists and
turns she grabbed on to him, almost clawing into his chest. At the first drop
as small scream escaped her lips as she braced herself for the worst. After
that the ride came to a stop. Geet looked up now and noticed Maan looking down
at her.
"That wasn't so bad, now was it?" he asked.
"Ummm...No actually." Geet could feel her heart beat return to normal.
"How about we do it again?"
"Ok."
They ride took of once more, but this time Geet
was merely holding on to Maan's hand with some force. By the time the repeated
that ride for the 4th time, Geet actually enjoyed it. It was her
first time on a roller coaster. Riding coasters was the one 'California thing' she never did. Now
it felt good, having Maan there with her to share that experience made it
better. He had held her when she was trembling with fear and held on to her
when she felt her heart just may fly out of her chest. Her first roller coaster
experience was going to be one that she never forgot; not because it was her
first time on a roller coaster. Geet would never forget that experience because
Maan was with her, he is what made it memorable.
After finally getting off of the roller
coaster, Geet was absolutely giddy. She had a grin on her face that reached to
the corners of her eyes.
"Wow, I didn't know what I was missing," she said walking just a few feet ahead of Maan.
He caught up to her and once again enclosed
his warm hands over hers.
"Are you hungry?" Maan inquired.
"No, not really. We had a huge traditional
Indian feast at the engagement."
As soon as those words left her mouth, she
regretted them. There was supposed to be no engagement, not for tonight. It was
just her and Maan, no one else, no problems, no responsibilities, no
nothing...just THEM. Maan knew that
she was kicking herself for bring them back to reality in a split second, but
he assured her that her one comment hadn't changed anything by gently rubbing
her hand with his thumb.
"How about we get some frozen yogurt and
walk to the end of the pier?"
"Sounds like a plan. How did you know I like
frozen yogurt? Most people would have asked to go for ice cream?"
"I am not most people and neither are
you, that is why I suggested frozen yogurt. Besides, if you are a true
California-Valley person, then there is now way you don't love frozen yogurt."
said Maan with a wink.
"Got me there."
Maan handed Geet her vanilla and chocolate
swirl frozen treat and took her hand and walked away from the stall. "Wait,
don't you want one?" asked Geet seeing that Maan had nothing in either
hand except for her hand.
"Nope I don't want a whole one. I do, however,
want to share with you. May I?"
Without the slightest hesitation Geet lifted
her cone to his mouth and he took a lick of the sweet treat. They walked hand
in hand to the end of the pier, having small conversations.
At the end of the pier, with the wind
blowing and Maan's arm around her shoulder Geet felt oddly at peace. It was
like the smell of the salty sea water, mixed with his Curve for men cologne
gave her a weird sense of comfort and cleansing. Geet didn't know what it was
about him, but he made her feel safe and confident and worthy. With only a
small bit of the frozen yogurt left, Geet once again lifted it up to his lips.
As he was about to take a last lick, Geet raised her hand more and smashed some
of the frozen concoction onto his nose. While Maan was still in a state of
shock, Geet quickly stepped out of his embrace and ran away laughing. It took Maan
only a few second to begin running after her, and when he did he caught her
without much effort. He swung her up into the air causing her to yelp in joy.
Unintentionally Maan had found her weak spot along her waist and tickled her
until she was in tears. They both fell onto a side bench holding their stomachs
in laughter. As the laughter died down, the only thing that could be heard was
the soft music being played somewhere behind them and the crashing of the waves
against the pillars of the pier.
"Will you dance with me Mishti?"
"I would love to."
Geet got up and looked into Maan's seductive
eyes, and as if on cue the musicians began playing "Only Time" by Enya. The song was almost too perfect for their
situation.
Who
can say
Where the road goes
Where the day flows
Only
time
And who can say
If your love grows
As your heart shows
Only time
Maan took Geet's hand and led her to the
center of the pier. He pulled her in close so that their bodies were almost
touching. One of his hands caught hold of one of her hands, while the other
snaked around her waist. Maan slowly pulled her hand out of his and places both
hands around his neck. Maan then put both his hands around her waist. Geet pulled
in closer so that their bodies were not touching and hugged him as they danced.
She settled her head in the crock of his neck and moved to the beat of his body
as well as the music.
Who
can say
Why your heart sighs
As your love flies
Only time
And who can say
Why your heart cries
When your love lies
Only time
Both Maan and Geet lost themselves in each
other as the song continued. Everything just melted away around them; the
lights, the noise, the music. Soon it seemed like they danced to their own humming
and to the drum like beats of their own hearts. They moved in sync
with one another, like it was their 100th dance together and not
their first. They swayed to the late night breeze and the pounding of the
waves against the pier.
Who
can say
When the roads meet
That love might be
In your heart
And who can say
When the day sleeps
If the night keeps
All your heart
Night keeps, all your heart
Who
can say
If your love grows
As your heart shows
Only time
And who can say
Where the road goes
Where the day flows,
Only time
And who can say
Where the road goes
Where the day flows
Only time
Who knows - only time
Who knows - only time...
The song ended and yet Geet and Maan were
still in each others embraces; neither wanting to move even the slightest bit. Maan
ran his fingers through her hair, soothing her and yet at the same time driving
her wild. Not trusting herself completely Geet pushed lightly against his chest
and broke the embrace.
"Everything Ok?"
"Yeah, ummm...how about a churro?"
"A what?"
"A churro," replied Geet thinking how could he not know
what a churro is. "Oh wait, you have never had a churro have you?"
asked Geet who was already giggling at the look of confusion and guilt that
danced in his eyes.
Not wanting to lie, Maan just looks down at
the floor and began playing with his feet. Next thing he knew, he was being
dragged by his arm towards the stairs, which they had came up.
"You are not a Californian if you have never
had a churro from the pier."
Taking their churros, Maan and Geet made
their way to the small life guard hut right next to the pier. They both sit so
that their feet are dangling off of the ledge and they enjoy their churros. Maan
had never had one of these before but he had to admit that it was good. It was
warm in the inside and sweet and sugary on the outside, kind of like Maan he
thought and grinned. Geet looked at the watch on Maan's wrist, and noticed how
fast the time had flown; it was almost time for the sun to rise and end their
perfect night. It was almost 5:00am, their time together would soon be over,
and on that thought Geet breathed out a sigh.
"Our
time is almost up." said Maan as if reading Geet's mind.
Geet shook her head in agreement and said, "I
want to take you somewhere, will you go with me?"
Placing a soft kiss on Geet's head Maan's
response was "Of course"
Geet gave Maan directions to her favorite
place in California.
Driving to their destination along Pacific Coast Highway
was relaxing and freeing. Maan and Geet sped down PCH at 75 mph in a 45 mph
zone. The wind in their hair and faces was breathing new life into their souls
and bodies. They both felt revived and refreshed even though they had been up
almost all night. Forgetting about all their problems and sorrows did a world
of good for them. They no longer fled older than their age, they felt alive
again.
The place they were headed was one of Geet
and Nina's little secrets. The two of them had come there many times to just
talk, especially if one was going through some sort of crisis. It was a small
secluded park right next to a Malibu Public Library and directly across form
the Pepperdine University campus. The park had only one
table and bench set for people to sit on. However, if you followed a path at
the side of the library it let you to another small clearing further down the
hill. If you sat at the edge of that clearing Malibu Beach
was directly beneath you, and you could see miles and miles of gorgeous blue
ocean. Geet felt a surge of excitement as they reached the destination.
Like a school girl going on her first field trip,
Geet jumped out of the car and grabbed his hand pulling him along with her.
"You know, only me and my best friend Nina
have been here. We have never brought anyone else here. I don't know why but I
feel a connection with you, so I wanted to share this place with you."
"I am honored that you are letting me into a
part of your life you have not shared with anyone else. I am touched," replied Maan.
Geet and Maan sat and looked out at the
ocean. It was almost time for sunrise and with the dawn of a new day their
night would be over. They would have to return to their chosen paths and forget
what transpired between them that night. Sensing Geet shiver slightly Maan placed
his coat around her shoulders and pulled her into his warm body, and she
relaxed.
"Savitri,"
"I'm sorry?"
"It was my grandmother's name and my biggest
dream is to give my daughter her name. I have never shared this with anyone. I
was always afraid people would laugh at me."
"It is an old fashioned name..." Geet saw the hurt and embarrassment in Maan's
eyes "...but it is a very beautiful name."
Almost instantly the change in Maan was
visible; his eyes lit up with joy, his chest grew with pride and his face broke
into a grin.
'Everything' by
Lifehouse...
Find
me here
And speak to me
I want to feel you
I need to hear you
You are the light
That is leading me
To the place where
I find peace again
You are the strength
That keeps me walking
You are the hope
That keeps me trusting
You are the life to my soul
You are my purpose
You're everything
And how can I
Stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me
How could it be
Any better than this
They looked into each others eyes and only
felt their connection increase and deepen. The hunger and lust was visible in Maan's
eyes, but staying true to his chivalrous side, he made no move on Geet. It was Geet
who took the first step; she tilted her face up to his giving Maan clear access
to her lips. Maan lowered his head slowly to hers, and their lips finally met,
after what felt like eons of waiting. As their lips touched, everything else
around them vanished; a fire was sent raging through every vein in their body;
a primal hunger and desire was released and ran rampant.
You
calm the storms
You give me rest
You hold me in your hands
You won't let me fall
You steal my heart
And you take my breath away
Would you take me in
Would you take me deeper now
And how can I
Stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me
How could it be
Any better than this
Drawing her body closer, Maan parted her
lips with his tongue was began to slowly tease and torment her like there was
no tomorrow. Geet's arms had managed to find their way up around his neck
pulling him closer, if at all possible. Their bodies almost felt like one, two
pieces of a whole, melting into place with heat, passion and urgency. Finally
puling back, both were out of breath. Maan placed a kiss on her forehead and
once again put his arm around her. They sat in silence, not saying anything or
moving a muscle. Neither wanted to think or talk about their impending
departure.
And
how can I
Stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me
How could it be
Any better than this
Cause you're all I want
You're all I need
You're everything
Everything
You're all I want
You're all I need
You're everything
Everything
You're all I want
You're all I need
You're everything
Everything
You're all I want
You're all I need
You're everything
Everything
They sat in silence as they saw the top of
the sun break through the surface of the ocean some where out over the horizon.
Their time together was officially over, reality was waiting for them. Their
night of living in the moment was over. Without saying anything to the other
they both got up and headed towards Geet's car, hand in hand.
"I had a great time with you Maan; I will
never forget our night or you."
"I know, neither will I. I hope that you do
find the happiness you deserve with your family and Dev."
"I hope that you are happy too."
"I will miss you Mishti."
"It is Geet not Mishti!"
"I know, I just wanted to see you smiling
one last time before you left"
"I hope we meet again, maybe our paths will
cross in the future."
"Maybe...you know...I think I love you Mishti."
"I think I love you too Maan."
They looked into each others eyes as if
reading the others soul and heart one last time. Their eyes said all those
things their mouths could not.
And
how can I
Stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me
How could it be
Any better than this
And how can I
Stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me
How could it be
Any better than this
And how can I
Stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me
How could it be
Any better than this
Would you tell me
How could it be
Any better than this
Geet stepped close and gave Maan one last
hug and a small peck on his cheek and said "Goodbye Maan" with
that Geet turned around and left with out a single glance back at Maan.
But she did hear him whisper a soft "Goodbye
Mishti" that brought a smile to her face.
Then Geet and Maan were off on their separate
paths of life. However, each was taking with them memories that would last well
over a life time.
Ek Paal
Ek paal ke liyeh
hi sahi,
Ghadiyaan humko
milli makmali, pyaar ki
Iss ek paal ko,
jee le zaara'
Yeh lamhe phir
mille naa mille,
Kho jaane deh
sabhi duriyaan, faasale'
Aa dil milla le
aur paas aa'
Phir kya ho, kya
khabar
Dekha hai kisne
kaal,
Aa raath rok leh,
phir ho naa jaaye seher'.
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