Destiny's Play-Pg 118,128,136, 144 (26/2) - Page 49

Originally posted by: JayaR

oooohhhh.....another cliff hanger????

why opti?? why??? 😭

well good news is Rano came to know of Arjun's deeds....and she reacted this way...
now im wondering how will she react when she comes to know that he had Maan sign the property paper which actually belongs to Geet n Maan...

Aahhh i missed manjula..... so much......
so Geet cooking first time that too for Maan.... lets see how he reacts....
now that band on the door...i guess its not Maan..but someone else...

update soon....

Why are you crying Jaya? Yes, Rano comes to know of Arjun's deeds. There is still time before she will come to know of the property paper. Lets see who is at the door. Btw why did you miss Manjula?

Originally posted by: Newdime

Another mystery, it's a roller-coaster ride friends hold tight for the next turn.
Mr. Maan please be gentle.

I'm just afraid of Anwesha and Rano, hope that cheap steak does not control their life.

The next turn is not going to be nice. Rano is a strong woman and Arjun is scared of his mother, at least as of now. So don't worry.

Originally posted by: Dhara_s

You are going to kill us from anxiety...!!!!

Sorry Dhara. Compulsions of story telling!

Originally posted by: JayaR

@Opti

ooohhh you mean to say that he is not gonna taste what she has prepared???
but yeh toh haddh ho gayi yaar rukhe pan ki.....
first she takes the pain of learning things for him....yeah i know he has not asked her to but still as a wife she is doing her bit....
but as a husband can't he show some appreciation......for the hard work she puts in???

opti pls change this Maan ....Im beginning to hate him.....

Jaya, my Maan is going to be a lot worse than this. You will really hate him. But I promise you that you will one day love this man. Hold on till then just as Geet is doing.

Originally posted by: PrithviSanyo1

nice part. loved it.
feel sad for anshewa.
arjun is totally bad guy, no responsibility
rano did right to him.
update soon.

Thanks Prithvi. All the women in the fic will suffer for sometime. Arjun is a rotten scoundrel as Rano called him.

Originally posted by: punjabi.princes

great part

i hope its just maan at the door

con't soon

Thanks Punjabi princes. The next update will reveal who is at the door.

Part X

Maan pushed open the door and staggered in. His eyes were glazed and his breath reeked of so much alcohol that Geet had to wrinkle her delicate nose to avoid the stench. His steps were wobbly and seeing that he was about to lose his balance, Geet leaped to his side and tried to steady him. He shook away her hands and raised a warning finger at her. He then looked into her eyes as though he was seeing her for the first time. Suddenly, without warning, he leaned forward and grabbed her by the nape of her neck. He pushed her back against the wall and brought his face close to hers. By now, Geet was petrified. She had never seen him like this. The glazed look in his eyes cleared up and was replaced by pure fury.

He gnashed his teeth and spat out, "So your brother thinks he can play with the feelings of an innocent girl and get away with it, does he? Well, I have news for him. His sister is at my mercy. I will ensure that every hurt and every wound your brother inflicts on my sister is paid back a hundred times over."

He then moved his arms down hers and holding her tightly he shook her till her teeth rattled. Geet just froze in his hold, her eyes betraying her fear.

He laughed wickedly and yelled, "You rich people think that marriage is a game, don't you? Well, I can play the game too. I, too, can come home drunk, unmindful of what my newly wedded wife will feel. I may be a chawl walla but I am no less than that millionaire brute brother of yours. I may not be able to afford Scotch, Smirnoff or Bacardi but I can afford Indian arrack which is more potent than these high class stuff. Do you like to see its strength?"

So saying, he pushed Geet real hard that the poor girl lost her balance and went crashing into the bedroom, hitting herself against the old mirror on the wall. The mirror snapped from the nail on which it hung and came crashing down. Geet put her hand forward to steady the mirror but it fell nonetheless, cutting her palm in the process. Even as she winced in pain, she saw Maan slump to the ground and pass out on the floor.

Stepping past him she walked up to the fridge and taking out some ice cubes, she applied them on the wound on her palm. Once the bleeding stopped, she tied a piece of old cloth around her palm. She then tried to lift Maan, but he was way too heavy for her small frame. So she put her hands under his armpits and dragged him to the bed. Unable to heave him over it, she spread the mat and the thick blanket and stretched him on it. Expecting him to have a bad hangover the next morning, she squeezed some lime in a glass of water. She lifted his head and tried to force him to drink it. He sputtered out the liquid but she persisted till he was forced to consume at least some of it. She then lay his head on the pillow and watched over him till he dozed off to sleep. She later found another mat stashed away in the corner, which she spread for herself next to him and tried to catch some sleep after the unexpected ordeal she was subjected to.

Throughout the night Maan kept thrashing around and muttering in his sleep. Geet was literally squeezed against the wall as she tried to avoid his flaying arms. In his dream he replayed the day's events. After he had checked on his father at the nursing home, he called his sister on the way to work. As soon as he heard her tearful voice on the line, he knew something was drastically wrong. In between the loud sobs, what he could decipher was that his good for nothing brother-in-law was busy enjoying himself in a bachelor's party on his wedding night while his hapless wife nearly lost their baby, worrying over his safety. When he threatened to come to her place and break every bone of that rascal's body, Anwesha pleaded with him to spare the father of her child. Banging down the phone in frustration and dejection he went to work with a heavy heart.

He could barely manage to concentrate on his work. His mind kept playing back his past with his baby sister. His mother had died when she was barely two and he, just nine years old. Since his father was busy, working his a** off for the Handas, taking care of Anwesha became his primary responsibility. He was her mother, father, brother, friend all rolled in one. He used to take her with him to school. His teachers were kind enough to let her sit beside him in the classroom. She was contented playing with the few toys he took along, while he did his best to concentrate on his lessons. He did not care that his classmates teased him about the little tail that followed him everywhere. As she grew older, he took up her lessons, dressed her up for the school plays, cooked for her, even chose her dresses for her. Alas, when it came to choosing her life partner, Anwesha made her own choice, a choice she did not even bother to check with him first. Had she confided in him before, he would have warned her about Arjun's penchant for playing with the feelings of young innocent girls. He would have protected her from the heart break and agony she was going through now.

On his return from work, still weighed down by grief over his sister's life, he stopped near the local arrack shop. He had never touched alcohol ever in his life. He despised people who tried to drown their sorrow in drinks. He considered them cowards who ran away from problems instead of facing them head on but now he himself had become one of them. The knowledge of his sister's plight but his inability to do anything to alleviate it drove him insane. He tried to numb his senses with the drink but images of his sister's tear stained face kept appearing before him. Her tears pierced his heart like a million thorns and left it bleeding. Did he make a mistake in getting her married to that opportunistic womaniser, throwing away his own life in the process? Was the sacrifice of his love worth all the pain? He could find no answer to these disturbing questions even though he tried finding them in the drinks. After what seemed like hours, he slowly made his way back to his pigeon hole and landed at his front door step, banging at it.

As he kept slipping in and out of dreams, he kept calling out to Anwesha in his sleep. Geet looked at his haggard face with a deep concern. She understood his pain, the reason why her own external gash did not hurt as much as seeing his deep emotional wound. She cursed her brother for putting him through this. She silently prayed that her man will pull through the night.

Part XI

Geet woke up the next morning feeling something heavy around her waist. On closer examination she realised it was Maan's arm slung loosely around her. The guy seemed to have unconsciously placed it there in one of the many flip-flops he indulged in the previous night. Careful not to wake him up, she slowly wriggled out of his lose hold and quickly finished her morning routine. As she was about to prepare the morning tea, she heard Maan wake up with a wide yawn. Quickly going to the bedroom to check on him she saw him sitting on the mat, looking down at the floor and then up at the bed in confusion.

When he saw her, he said accusingly, "You pushed me down from my bed, didn't you?"

She gave him an incredulous look which made him want to retract his words. That was a ridiculous accusation to make, he thought, considering that she was but a delicate girl in comparison to his muscular structure. How the hell could she have knocked him off the bed? Moreover, the bed did not look like it was slept in and there was another mat lying next to the one he had slept in, indicating she had slept on the floor too. Holding his head, which by now started throbbing, he tried to recollect what had happened the previous night.

Geet brought him a glass of water to drink. Although on an impulse he tried to push away the glass, he took it hesitatingly, as his throat felt parched. As he sipped the water, he asked her how he came to sleep on the floor. Geet did not answer him. He then noticed the white piece of cloth around her palm.

"What is that?" he asked her.

"What?" asked Geet, feigning ignorance.

"That, around your right palm," he said, pointing at her bandage.

"That's nothing. Just a small cut."

"How did you get it?" he persisted.

"Cut my hand while holding up the mirror. Couldn't save it though," she said apologetically and pointed to the empty wall where the mirror hung earlier.

Slowly the events of the previous night started coming back to him. He remembered coming home drunk the previous night, manhandling Geet and yelling at her. He couldn't remember anything else. Was he somehow responsible for the cut? He wasn't sure but felt embarrassed to ask. What if he was? How was he to react? Pushing aside his thoughts, he got down to the issue at hand. He snatched her hand and asked her if she had applied some anti-septic. When she shook her head in the negative, he cursed under his breath and went up to the shelf where he kept the medical kit. Returning back to her, he took her hand in his, undid the cloth around it and applied some Dettol on the wound. Seeing her flinch, he blew gently on it and wrapped her hand in cotton and gauze. Geet looked on in wonder. The guy does have a caring heart, she thought, although he keeps it well hidden most of the time. She wasn't wrong after all. When she got up to go to the kitchen, he stopped her.

"You can't do anything with that hand of yours", he said brusquely.

She tried protesting but he will have none of it. "Besides," he continued, "I've still not worked up the courage to be your guinea pig."

He then proceeded to prepare tea, bread toast and omelette at record time. Giving her a cup of tea, he took one himself and sat down with the newspaper. After he had a few sips, he looked up to see Geet trying to balance the hot cup in her left hand and drink the tea. Emitting another expletive, he went up to her and taking the cup from her, he brought it to her lips. She sipped the tea with trembling lips, all the while staring at him with large, limpid eyes. He felt himself getting drawn into their magnetic pools. Wanting to get a hold on himself, he turned his face away from her, still holding the cup for her, though. He waited patiently till she finished the tea. When he picked up the breakfast plate, she told him she wasn't feeling hungry now and would have it later.

"You're sure you'll be able to manage on your own?" he asked, trying hard to mask his concern.

She nodded mutely. He then went about getting ready for work. As he was about to leave for work, he turned around to her.

"I'll ask Manjula to send across some food for lunch. Moreover, Venkat had invited us for dinner at their place tonight. So you needn't have to cook for the rest of the day. In fact our next nineteen dinners are taken care of."

Looking at her confused expression he said by way of explanation, "That's one of the privileges of being a newly wedded couple. All the families in this chawl have booked us for dinners for the next three weeks."

She smiled at that, making his heart skip more than a beat. Why does she have to look so distractingly beautiful? he thought. Trying to keep his mind from that disarming smile, he felt compelled to say something.

"Why did you not sleep on the bed?" he blurted out and later felt like biting his tongue. Now why did I bring up last night? he thought.

"And risk getting my head chewed by you?" she quizzed him back.

He didn't know how to respond to that. "I don't normally drink", he stated in a matter of fact tone.

"I know," she said quietly.

She does, does she? he thought looking at her questioningly. How?

Just then they heard the front door bell ring.

Continued here:

Opti ...

Originally posted by: sindu555

awesome update ....

Geet is so adorable .... the way shez trying her best to jel in with the

new surroundings.. happily accepting every thing... though its way too

difficult for someone being so pampered all her life and now a

sudden 180 degree change ... but shez an amazing human being

and so in love with her husband...

i seriously hope Maan doesnt hurt her feelings ....

and i hope that Rano's slap has knocked some sense in Arjun....

but on the other hand ... he really liked Annie ... didnt he... so why is

he now reacting this way ... since he now have the full property too in

his name.. such a jerk!

so we'll get another update tomorrow morning ... yippeee

cant wait ..

love

Sana

Thanks Sana. Yes, Geet is a sweet adorable girl who is willing to make a lot of adjustments but Maan may not see all this for some time. LEts see if Rano's slap really had an effect on Arjun. But this will come later. Have already posted two more updates.