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CHAPTER 8
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Next day was "Satyanarayan ki Puja" and "Satsang" (A special recitation of prayer for Lord Satyanarayan/Lord Vishnu for the happiness and prosperity of 'to be wed couple'. Followed by religious songs or 'bhajan') As Daarji had invited all his known people it was like a reception in Handa family. Panditji was called and he was making Mohinder, Teji and Lucky run to and fro getting things he required. Geet was busy getting ready as today, special maharajs were called who specialise in cooking for prayers hence, Lata Mausi and Chachiji could also have food made by them. Geet was wearing a beautiful Indian pink stiched lungi when Sohni, her three year old niece ran away with her dupatta. Geet decided to later go and get her dupatta as she was getting late. Geet never could have thought that what would happen in future due to her this small carelessness.
Meanwhile, the little Sohni could no longer hold the dupatta and it fell from her while running on first floor to ground floor, where it fell on Maan's face.
For few moments he was drowning in Geet's fragnance (Yes! He knew it was Geet's fragrance!!) then he fisted it and walked to her room. He reached in her room, opened the door easily as it was unlocked.
He was lost as he saw Geet's full beauty as it was not covered by her dupatta. Her getting dressed by wearing bangles, putting kaajal etc.
Pulling himself together, he threw her dupatta on her face in anger. When there was no reaction from her he looked in her direction, he saw Geet's faced covered by the thrown dupatta in ghunghat style.
She uncovered her face making her look like a newly wedded bride lifting her ghunghat thereby increasing Maan's anger.
Maan looked at her once more with his bloodshot red eyes and left immediately. Leaving a confused but scared Geet.
This whole scene was seen by Dadimaa who had come to see how dark was Geet's mehendi colour?
Geet after this incident stayed away from any place where Maan was going to be. Maan's anger had slightly simmered down and again as usual was looking for his "Goddess of Beauty", Geet. Dadimaa wanted to know if there is any hope of Maan and Geet's alliance? So, Dadimaa had told Lata Mausi the whole of dupatta incident. Hence, now Lata Mausi and Dadimaa went to Maan, "Bete, kya aap ko aapki "Mrignayani" mil gai?" (My dear son, have you found "Mrignayani"?)
"Yeh "Mrignayani" kaun hai?" (Who is "Mrignayani"?)
"Aap baar baar "beautiful hazel eyes" "beautiful hazel eyes" kehte hain jo bolne mei lamba hai! Iss liye Didi ne uska naam "Mrignayani" rakh diya hai. Jiski aankhei ek heeran ya mrig (deer) ke jaisi sundar ho!" (You keep on repeating "beautiful hazel eyes" "beautiful hazel eyes" which is very long to continously repeat hence Didi suggested name "Mrignayani". Which means eyes as pretty as a doe i.e. Female deer.)
"MRIGNAYANI !" Maan repeated liking the sound of it.
"Nahi! Mujhe abhi tak nahi mili!" Maan replied disappointed. (No! I have not found her as yet!)
Lata Mausi and Dadimaa left Maan with his own thoughts!
Meanwhile Geet had got ready and was helping in puja. Panditji said, "Ek prabhu par chadhane ke liye maala laaye!" (Get a garland for the God!) Geet was carrying the mala in a thaal when she passed little children playing with marbles. Before she could change her way her foot slipped against the marbles. Instead of trying to save herself, she was trying to save garland. With garland in her hand she banged with a hard male form and the garland landed in the neck of none other MAAN SINGH KHURANA! She gasped in dismay!
The phone on which MSK was talking went flying out of his hand and landed on the floor in countless number of pieces. The person with whom Geet did not want to mess with after the earlier incident was standing in front of her boiling mad! Although it was Maan's inability to control HIS feelings for Geet and thereby giving rise to Maan's anger and frustration. But he held Geet responsible for it. Maan held Geet's left forearm tightly and dragged her with him to coutyard at back of Handa Haveli. It was lonely and secluded area as no one not even servants stroll there. Lata Mausi and Dadimaa had witnessed Maan and Geet's encounter and followed worried for Geet's safety seeing Maan's forceful hold on Geet's forearm. Unknown to all even Daarji had witnessed the garlanding of Maan by Geet and was following Maan seeing his aggressive hold on his innocent Gudiya. On reaching the courtyard he left Geet's hand and thundered, "Tum ne kiss haq se mujhe mala pehnaai? Kya mai tumhara dulha hoon?" Geet nodded in negative blushing. "Mai tumhe acche gharane ki well behaved ladki samjhta tha magar..." Maan shook her hard! (With what right did you garland me? Am I your bridegroom? Geet nodded negative blushing. I thought that you are from a good family and well behaved girl. But I guess...)
"Suniye! Woh mala galti se aap ke gale mei pad gai woh toh..." (I'm sorry ! The garland landed in your neck by mistake! It was meant for...!)
"Mera itna mengha phone todha alag!" (Broke my expensive phone as well!!)
"Maaf kijiyega! Mai usse theek karaa doongi!" (I'm sorry! I'll get it fixed.)
"Mujhe humesha lagta tha ki gaon ki ladkiyaan seedhi-saadhi aur dil ki saaf hoti hain. Jo dil mei hota hai woh hi zubaan par bhi hota hai. Par mai galat tha! Tum mei aur shehar ki ladkiyon mei bilkul faraq nahi hain. Woh bhi mujhe paise ke liye phasana chahti theen aur tum bhi. Bas itna difference hai ki woh direct baat karti theen aur tum gol-gol baat karti ho! Pehle apna dupatta meri taraf phenka jo mai tumhei dene aaya, phir drama karke mere upar giri aur phoolon ki mala mujhe pehnai. Agar tum ko mere saath raat bitaani hi hai toh pehle keh deti itna tamasha kyun kiya? Tumhara raat bitaane ka kya rate hai? Kyunki tum "call girls" ka toh rate hota hai! Waise mera standard high hai, tum jaisi gaon ki "gawaar" ki taraf mai dekhta bhi nahi agar mere bhai ki tumhari behan se shaadi nahi ho rahi hoti! Mujhe nahi maloom tha ki Lala Sukhwinder Singh Handa ki poti yeh kaam bhi karti hai. I hope Meera tum jaisi naa ho! Tum ko mere saath hum bistar hona hai to chalo, abhi...!" There was tight sound of slap echoing in the courtyard!! (I always felt village girls are simple, innocent and pure hearted. What is in their heart they tell it aloud! But I was wrong there is no difference between girls from big cities and you. They also wanted to seduce me for money and so do you! Only difference is in approach. They were direct in their approach and you beat around the bush! First you threw your dupatta in my direction so I come to return it. Then you did a drama of slipping and put garland around my neck slyly. If you wanted to spend the night with me you should have asked directly! What is your rate per night as call girls have a rate card? My standard is very high and I would have not looked in your direction if my brother was not marrying your sister! I didn't know that Lala Sukhwinder Singh Handa's grand daughter did this work as well. I hope Meera is not like you! You want to be my bedmate, then come lets go to bed! Come right now...)
Geet who was quitely listening to his rubbish as he was Meera didi's BIL. But she had had enough when she heard her Daarji's name been taken with disprespect so she gave a tight slap to Maan saying,
"Abb mai bolti hoon aur aap suniye! Khabardaar jo beech mei toka. Mai bhi aap ko bardaash apne bahen ki khatir aur aap ke ehsaano ki khatir kar rahi hoon! Honge aap badshah apni Delhi mei magar yahaan ki mai rani hoon. Aap mei koi surkhab ke parr nahi ki mai aap par mar mitongi! Aap yahaan sirf iss liye sahi salamat khade hain kyunki hum mehmaanon ki izzat karte hain. Aur aap ne toh mujh par do dafa ehsaan bhi kiya hai ek dafa Brij ke aadmiyon se bacchakar aur ek baar meri izzat sabke saamne baccha kar! Warna mai aap ko apna "Hoshiyarpur ki sherni ka roop dekha deti!" (Now I'll talk and you listen. Don't you dare interrupt! I'm also tolerating you for my sister's sake and for the obligations you have done on me. You maybe King of Delhi but I'm also a Queen here! You are not that handsome that I can't stay without falling in your arms! You are only standing here unharmed as we respect our guests and I'm under your two obligations! One was preventing me from Brij's men and two was holding my dignity in front of our guests. Otherwise, I would have shown you my true form!)
"What were you saying that we villagers are illiterate and imbecile? For your kind information my Daarji is a B.A. English Hons.,and my father B.A. Economics. We don't flaunt our education like some snobs do. Mr. Maan Singh Khurana, we have values and culture which unfortunately you don't have. Otherwise you would not have called elders by their name and would not have used such abusive, insulting and obscene words for a young unmarried girl! As far as marriage or any kind of romantic relationship with you is concerned, if you are the last person on this earth even then I won't come to you. Have a nice day! Hope to never see you again after this wedding!" Geet turned on her heel with head held hight and walked away, leaving a flabbergasted and shocked Maan.
Three mature and elderly pair of eyes and ears of Daarji, Lata Mausi and Dadimaa had seen and heard this heated and insulting conversation. They were stunned into silence as they never expected this kind of behaviour from their usually polite and respectful children.
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Edited by LM1991 - 7 years ago
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