Recap (Of the entire story because it's been so long since I've updated 😆)
Geet storms into Maan's office one day, telling him that she's pregnant with his brother's baby. When he refuses to believe this, they go to get a paternity test, which in fact proves this statement to be true, and Maan demands that his brother do the right thing. Dev absolutely refuses and suggests to Geet that she should abort the baby, to which she responds, Hell No! Maan angrily kicks Dev out of the house, after which Dadi hears an incomplete version of Geet's pregnancy and jumps to the conclusion that Geet is pregnant with Maan's baby. Thus, she forces them to get married.
Maan's friends, Angad/Kripa and Armaan/Riddhima, provide for the much needed entertainment on occasion, and ultimately force this reluctant couple to head off on a honeymoon to Switzerland. Of course, they still continue to fight like cats and dogs throughout, even when Geet comes out in the lingerie that Kripa and Riddhima secretly packed, and when Maan tries to find the edible body paint that Armaan promised was hidden in their room 😆. The couple wander around, slightly getting to know each other, and Maan proves his concern for the first time when he freaks out over Geet having morning sickness!
Anywho, soon after, Maan gets a call from Angad who informs him that Dadi was in an accident, and there were suspicions that it wasn't simply a hit and run but was actually preplanned and Dadi was the intended target. Maan and Geet immediately rush back to India after hearing this news, and they find that Dadi is in a coma. Geet faints upon entering the hospital, and that's when Armaan and Riddhima discover that Geet is pregnant, and Maan is forced to reveal the entire truth to his friends. Riddhima then performs an ultrasound, revealing to the nervous couple that they are in fact expecting twins.
Chapter 20:
Maan
stepped out of the ultrasound room with Geet, only to bump into the two couples
who were still pacing outside.
"So
we heard the good news guys. Congratulations on the twins!" squealed Kripa as
she rushed over to hug Geet. Angad followed his wife, slapping his best friend
on the back "Wow Maan. Not one but two! Can't wait to see how you'll deal with
both of them!"
Armaan
and Riddhima followed, pulling Maan and Geet into a hug as they wished them.
While
Geet accepted everyone's good wishes happily, Maan stood there, reeling from
shock. "So'.so everything's all good
guys?" he asked, looking at each of the four individuals standing before
him, his eyes finally landing on Armaan who was the one who reacted the worst
before.
"Of course we are Maan!
Yes, it definitely would have been nicer if you had thought to tell us the
truth about Geet and her pregnancy before, but at least we know now." Armaan smiled
reassuringly, and Maan heaved a sigh of relief. Phew.
One
problem solved.
Now
to pray for Dadi. Hopefully she would wake up soon, get out of the coma.
Maybe
then they would find out who had been targeting her, maybe she noticed
something that the driver hadn't.
Maan
sighed, sitting in Dadi's hospital room, holding the pale fragile white hand as
he willed her to wake up. Who would even
do such a thing? What was going on that he clearly had no clue about? Who could
possibly want to harm Dadi? Or was it not Dadi they were targeting? Could it
have been a case of a mistaken identity? Maan was completely lost in his own
thoughts.
"Maan, chalein? The
doctor said that they would let us know about any change in Dadi's condition.
And you need to get refreshed. We've been at the hospital for over 12 hours
now."
Geet spoke softly, placing a hand on his shoulder as she waited for his
response.
Although
he wanted to say no, wanted to say that he would remain with Dadi for a little
while longer, Maan also knew there was nothing else he could do there. He might
as well go home and help get Geet settled in. After all, this was the first
time she would actually be staying at his house and getting used to everything.
And
with one last glance at Dadi, promising her that he would return as soon as he
could, Maan and Geet made their way back home.
***
"So you're saying that
Dadi can come home soon?" Maan grinned, looking at Armaan as if he had just given him a million dollars.
"Of course! She's
obviously still very weak, and it would be a really good idea to have a nurse
of some sort around to help out, but otherwise, Dadi is good enough to go home.
You all just have
to make sure she takes care of herself,
doesn't stress herself, and so on" Armaan smiled back, knowing how big a
relief this would be to his best friend.
"Good good then. Geet
and I will be in in a few days to pick her up. And as for the nurses, do you
know where I can go about hiring one?" Maan added quickly, knowing that he could and
would get the best available care for his grandmother. Nothing in the world was
more important than her at the moment, absolutely nothing.
"Yeah yeah. Of course I
would Maan, I work at a hospital. I'll run through some of the nurses profiles
later today and suggest one" Armaan smiled, reassuringly.
"Sure. Thanks a lot for
all your help Armaan."
"Hey! No thanks
necessary! After all, what are friends for?" he responded before heading away to look
after his other patients.
Maan
was smiling as he left the hospital and made his way back to the office. After
all it had been a few days since he'd been at Khurana Constructions. Time to
check how the company managed to do without his presence.
The
ringing of his phone brought him out of his thoughts. Geet!
"Hello?"
"Maan! What happened!?
Is Dadi ok?"
came the anxious words from his wife, the concern and worry for his
grandmother's state of being evident in her voice.
A
small smile appeared on his face as he imagined Geet worrying. "Shh Geet, she's fine, and good news for
us. Armaan said Dadi can be --" Maan began to inform her, but he was
interrupted by her squealing loudly, and the clattering of pots and pans on the
floor.
"Oww!"
"Geet! Are you ok? Did
you hurt yourself?!" Maan
slammed the brakes onto the car, and pulled over quickly.
"Humph. What am I, five?
Of course I'm fine"
she retorted grumpily. And, unable to resist the opportunity to annoy him, she
further added, "By the way Mr. Khurana,
why do you care so much about me"
Maan
let out a low growl, as he gripped the steering wheel harder, and instead of
actually responding to Geet, just hung up the phone, knowing that if he allowed
her to keep talking, he wouldn't be able to control his temper and would
quickly begin to lash out at her. But his worry about her hurting himself still
didn't go away, and before he knew it, he was heading back home, the urge to
check up on Geet eating at him.
What
was it about this girl? She made him behave like a maniac, go stark raving mad
on occasion, but at other times, his heart just melted at the thought of her.
Her concern for his Dadi, the way she listened to him the previous day. For
every negative thing he found in her, he found infinitely many more positive
things. His thoughts slowly wandered to the night before'
Flashback:
Angad and Kripa had
dropped off Maan and Geet at the Khurana mansion the night before, and although
Kripa had offered to drive over some food because the couple had had such a
hectic day and weren't even settled back in at the house, Geet calmly refused,
and smiled at Kripa, telling her that she had to get used to the ways of
Khurana household at some point. What better time than now? Angad had thrown a
look at Maan, one that said See! Look at what a nice girl she is!
"Maan, I'll get
refreshed really quick and then I'll make dinner for the both of us?" Geet told
him with a bright smile, and he couldn't help but smile back, despite the
tension filled day, and the dreary mood he was in.
Thirty minutes later, a
completely refereshed Geet headed to the kitchen, thinking to herself that she
should prepare something quickly, as both of them were hungry, and needed their
sleep after such a long day. And she set about to do her work. Unbeknowest to
her though, Maan stood in the kitchen door, watching her familiarize herself
with everything, working efficiently to prepare the simple meal of sambar and
rice.
"Need any help?" he
questioned, sauntering into the kitchen and directly heading to the
refrigerator to grab something to eat. But Geet quickly caught hold of his
shirt collar and pulled him back, "Nuh 'uh Mr. Khurana. Nope. First go shower.
You were sitting in an airplane before, and then went to the hospital. Who
knows how many germs and bacteria you must have picked up?" And with that, she
shoved a laughing Maan out of the kitchen, and ordered him to come down
quickly. Her babies were hungry, and her stomach was already grumbling, she
informed him grumpily.
But an hour went by and
there was no sign of Maan. If he's in the study, I'm going to kill him, she
mumbled to herself, grabbing a belan as she headed out of the kitchen.
But nope, no sign of him
in the study.
Living room, watching
TV? Nope, not there either.
She proceeded upstairs
to their bedroom, only to find him sprawled on the bed, asleep. As she quietly
inched closer, she saw the lines of tension in his forehead, a picture frame clutched
in his hand, and dried up tears on his cheeks.
The man had been crying!
What could have possibly made him cry? She thought with confusion, as she
quickly hurried over and cautiously took the picture frame out of his hands.
And the picture that was in it?
A smiling Dadi flanked
on either side by two very happy, very good looking men ' Maan and Dev. A
single tear fell from her cheek as she saw the cheerful Dev, hugging his
grandmother tightly, looking so young, so carefree, devoid of any actual responsibilities,
and her thoughts immediately went back to how he had wooed her, the innocent
girl from Hoshiarpur, how he had promised her the whole world, how he had
declared his love for her, how she had given herself to him. She quickly wiped
away the tear, closing her eyes in an attempt to calm herself down. The man she
thought she had loved, her baby's father had now completely deserted her, and
in his place, the man who stood as her husband, who made the promise to take
care of her and her baby, regardless of why he did so, was the only man that
would ever prevail in her thoughts.
She slowly opened her
eyes again, this time her attention immediately darting to the picture of her
husband, and she trailed her fingers over his face, over that smile. The poor
man had been crying, and had gone to bed without any food.
Carefully putting the
picture frame aside, she called out Maan's name softly, shaking him lightly in
an effort to wake him up. Groaning, he turned away from her, and settled
himself more comfortably into bed.
Sigh, this would be a
task indeed, Geet thought to herself, when she quickly realized something and
headed downstairs. Ten minutes later, she was back in the bedroom, a tray of
food in her hand, which she set aside, and this time she woke up Maan a bit
more forcefully.
"Woah! What?!" He shot
up from the bed, a bewildered look in his eyes as he turned to his wife, and
Geet just chuckled looked at his rumpled clothes, his tired eyes, his messy
hair.
"Looks like you fell
asleep immediately after that shower Maan"
He looked away from her,
his eyes falling on his Dadi's picture as hesuddenly remembered what had
happened. "I..um'just got distracted" he stuttered slowly. "Have you eaten your
dinner yet?" he quickly changed the subject, and Geet decided to hold off on
the questioning as she crossed her hands over her chest, and gave a huff.
"Kya? You thought I
would eat without you? Without my pati parmeshwar? I'm a dutiful Indian wife,
Maan, as you already know. Of course I haven't eaten yet!" she chided. "I
brought your food upstairs though," she continued more calmly "I thought you
might like to have dinner here and then just get some rest." She turned away
from him to get the tray of food that she had prepared, and a small smile began
to form on Maan's face.
What was it about this
girl?
Before she could say
anything though, Maan took the tray out of her hands, and seated her on the
bed. "Geet, you're the one that's pregnant! And you said you were hungry
before! I don't care if you remain hungry, but my poor bachas, don't starve
them because of me" And with those words, he picked up a spoonful of rice and
directed it towards her mouth. When Maan was about feed her another spoonful
though, she captured his writst and redirected the spoon towards his mouth. "Oy
mister, you haven't eaten other" she frowned.
And so the two sat
eating the dinner that Geet had prepared, when Maan suddenly paused, and looked
at her with confusion, "Geet. I have a
question."
She quirked up an
eyebrow, "Hm?"
"Why are you being so
nice to me?" he asked, dumbfounded at the way she was behaving. "We've been
arguing since the second we've met, so why are the two of us actually behaving
cordially to each other?"
Geet merely shrugged in
response, "A lot has happened to us in this past day. Finding out about Dadi's
accident, abruptly leaving our honeymoon, seeing the twins for the first time.
I don't think I'm really in the mood to fight today." She sighed.
Maan's face fell once
more as he was reminded of Dadi, and he lapsed into silence, not responding to
Geet's words. And this time Geet took the plate and put it aside, scooting over
closer to him on the bed to gently place her hand over his own.
"Do you want to talk
about it Maan?" she asked softly, quietly.
"I'" he began
hesitantly, before he pulled his hand away from her and waved it dismissively,
"It's nothing Geet. Just thinking about my Dadi that's all." He closed his eyes
and turned away from her, not wanting her to see the tears that were
threatening to fall from his eyes.
"Maan, she'll be fine.
Armaan and the other doctors there will take care of her, and she'll definitely
be back with us soon" Geet liefted her hand up to his cheek, caressing it
softly before turning his head back towards her.
"But if it doesn't Geet?
What If she doesn't get up from that coma?" he asked sadly, and Geet wanted to
just pull him into a hug. The expression on his face mirrored that of a sad
young child, and her heart just ached for him. "Did..did you know Geet," Maan
began hesitantly, "that Dadi's been the one to take care of us since we were
little kids? My parents never had any time for me, and it was Dadi who would
read us the bed time stories, sing us the lullabies, bake cookies for us, cheer
us on at our school sports games. It's been Dadi who has been everything to me,
and I'I can't bear to see her like this"
And in response, she had
said a few simple words, wrapping her arms around him in a comforting
gesture,"Trust me, everything will work out."
And,
oddly enough, he did trust her, Maan thought to himself on his drive home. Everything had worked out, to an extent. Dadi
had been sleeping when he went to visit, but Armaan had given him the news that
she came out of her coma and would be coming home soon. Unfortunately though,
they hadn't wanted to question her about the accident immediately and would do
that only after she was completely fit and fine. No need to worry her
unnecessarily.
-||-
"Geet! Geet, where are
you?!" Maan
yelled out, as he hurried inside the door. His heart rate grew faster as beads
of sweat formed on his forehead. Not a peep.
"Geet!!" he called out, more
forcefully, as he ran upstairs towards their bedroom.
"Gosh Maan, stopyelling
so much. I'm right here," came her annoyed response as she walked out of the closet
nonchalantly, holding a dress against herself, completely unaware of the
tension that ws seeping through him.
Maan's
temper shot up instantly, as he rushed over and grabbed her by the shoulders, "What's wrong with you Geet? Did you know
how worried I was, wondering what could have possible gone wrong."
"Relax, my dear patidev.
Everything's fine," she grinned, leading him over to the sofa and
sitting him down before she reached for a glass of water and offered it to him.
While he gulped the water down, Geet set about to explain what had actually
happened.
"The babies kicked Maan!
That's why I was so shocked when I was talking to you, and then dropped all the
pots that I was holding directly onto my feet" she exclaimed
ecstatically, rubbing a hand over her belly.
Maan's
attention dropped to her stomach, as the anger and annoyance dissipated
immediately, and his eyes widened in shock. Reaching out, he carefully placed
his own hand over her own, as he whispered softly, "Are they kicking now? Does it hurt? Is everything ok?"
A
smile appeared on Geet's face as she saw his concern, and she shook her head, "Not now, but they will again soon. They've
been playing football in there all morning, and are taking a little break now"
she giggled at the thought of her babies actually kicking around a football
inside of her.
"Is there anything I can
do then?"
"Maan, I still have 4
and half months left of this. Trust me, there will be a lot you will have to do
later, but anyhow, you didn't tell me about Dadi! What did Armaan say?"
She
eased herself down next to him on the sofa, as Maan placed a supporting hand on
her back. "Dadi's coming home tomorrow
Geet! Armaan said she' s still really weak and will need lots of rest to be
able to recover completely, and probably won't be able to communicate with us
much, but we can hire a nurse and everything should be fine."
Geet,
who had been smilling brightly on hearing Maan's words, suddenly peered at him
angrily. "Nurse? But why? I can take
care of Dadi! What else will I have to do at home?"
These
mood swings were sure to drive him crazy, Maan thought to himself. Let's hope
it's only for the duration of the pregnancy and not the rest of my life.
"Geet, darling, calm
down," Maan
told her to breath in and out deeply, "I
have more than enough faith in you, but it's just that you're pregnant, and I
don't want to add the stress of taking care of Dadi. You just take care of
yourself and the two babies for the next few months, ok?" Maan said calmly,
pleading with her to calm down and accept what he said. Inwardly though, Yeah right, as much as I trust you to give
me advice, taking care of my grandma? I don't trust you not to mess up Geet.
Who knows what pregnancy hormones can do to people?
Tears
began to stream down Geet's eyes, as she let out a loud squeal and threw her
arms around Maan, "Aww! You care about
me Maan! That's so sweet!" she
sobbed, and Maan? He put his arms around her and patted her back awkwardly, "There there, no need to get so emotional" Why did I marry a pregnant woman? What was I
thinking?
Precap:
She nodded stiffly at Geet, before turning to Maan with a bright smile
appearing on her face. "Naintara Rathore, Mr. Khurana. I'm looking forward to
working with you."
**
Some people are heard before they're seen,
Maan thought to himself as he heard his wife yelling at someone. He carefully
knocked on the bedroom door, but not hearing her say anything, opened it, only
to find her sitting cross legged on the middle of the floor, yelling at someone
on the phone. Well, it sounded like she was yelling.
"Bauji! You can't come now!" Geet was pleaded with her dad. "Maan's Dadi was in the hospital and is
just coming home. We need to help her get adjusted before you all descend on
the house!" She sighed as she heard her dad refute this, Why couldn't they understand? In fact,
she hadn't even noticed Maan's presence in the room, so busy was she in
attempting to convince her dad not to come visit them.
And
Maan was shocked at her words, quickly rushing over to grab the phone from her
hand, "Namaste Bauji, main Maan hoon.
Don't pay attention to what Geet was saying! You can definitely come over
anytime to see your daughter."
Geet
groaned, burying her head in her hands, as she heard Maan's words. Did the idiot
know what he was getting himself into? The madness of the Handa family would
have him running for the hills!
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