Chapter 1
Maan jerked up to his feet when he noted the latest text he'd received from his sister in law, he told his chief of staff to continue the meeting without him and excused himself. He immediately dialled his sister in law's number and waited for her to answer.
"Naintara, what's happened to dadima?" he asked without waiting for her to even say hello. Pleasantries were not needed right now.
"Maan veerji, dadima isn't feeling too well. She's fallen ill and doctor's are saying it doesn't seem good" Naintara relayed, she rolled her eyes seeing Savitri Khurana giving her a thumbs up and a large grin.
"Dammit!" Maan cursed, "Give me the address, I'm coming. Where is this place?" he asked as he stormed down the hall towards the elevator.
"Hoshiarpur, I'll send you the details of Gautam Vihaan, we're currently staying with them" Naintara informed.
"Okay, okay I'll be there" he cut the call exiting the building and settled into the waiting car telling his driver to make it to the small town named Hoshiarpur.
"He's coming" Naintara told her grandmother in law.
Savitri chuckled and high fived her grandson Dev, and Naintara.
"Veerji is going to know what you're planning to do, dadima" Naintara shook her head.
"Hum Maan ke dadima hain, Naintara. He's smart because I made him like but I'm smarter" Savitri winked. "Aap jaake Gautam ko bataiye ke humare pota aa raha hai unke beti ko dekhne" she told Dev.
"Ji dadima" Dev nodded and walked out to informed Gautam Vihaan.
"Mumma, you cannot be serious" Geet looked at her mother and father.
"Geet, woh loug acche pariwar ke hain. Tu Delhi jayega" she tried to reason.
"No, no, it's going to mess with my studies. Mumma aap ne promise ki" she pointedly answered.
"Geet bete, humne baat ki hai Savitri Devi ji se, unhoune kahan ke aap padh sakte hai" Gautam explained.
"Can you guarantee that?" she crossed her arms in front of her, "who's to say she wouldn’t take me to Delhi then lock me up?"
"Geet aap bhi na… bete aise rishte baar baar nahi aate. Aap unke hi ghar ke bahu banenge" Gautam responded seriously. "Hume yakeen hai ke aap ko woh loug pyar se rakenge aur aap bohut khush honge" he turned leaving the room.
"Mumma" Geet turned to her mother putting her best saddened face hoping to melt her mother.
"Aap ke papa sahi keh rahe hai, Geet. Aise rishte baar baar nahi aate".
"Par…" Geet started only to be stopped when her mother walked out patting her cheek.
"Main bhi Geet Gautam Vihaan hoon, dekhte hai aap mere shadi uss Delhi wale se karte hain" she murmured.
Geet snuck out of her bedroom late a night and headed towards the room where she knew Savitri Devi was resting, she looked around making sure there wasn’t anyone around and slowly opened the door.
She stepped inside only to find the elderly woman sleeping, she had hoped she'd be able to speak to her and get her to take the rishta back. It looked like she was just going to have to come back tomorrow morning.
"Kaun ho tum" a voice called out as she exited, the person grasped her wrist pulling her away from the door and into a dark corner near the window.
"Oyee chor" she screamed.
"Chup" the person covered her mouth and dragged her outside into the garden. "Chilla kyun rahe ho! Chor main nahi, chor tum ho" the person opposite hissed narrowing his eyes.
Geet frowned blinking her eyes, she wondered when chors became so handsome. She snapped out of her thoughts realising his hand was on her mouth, she pushed away his hand stepping back. "Mere ghar mein aakar mujhe chor bol raha hai" she growled.
"Tumhari ghar?" Maan questioned. "If this is your house, why are you sneaking around like a robber?".
"Mujhe Savitri Ji se baat karni ti" she paused wondering why she was telling him that.
"Raat ke ek baje?"
"Toh? Aur waise bhi tum kaun ho?" she stared furrowing her brows. "Tum mere ghar mein kya kar rahe ho?" she raised her voice.
"Chup! Bilkul chup" he planted his hand over her mouth again, "Dadima utt jayegi tumhare jungli awaaz se".
Geet gasped pushing his hand away, "mujhe jungli kahan? Saru kahin ke! Aur yeh dadima kaun hai? Dadima kahan se agayi yahan? Tu uss gobar ka baccha Eli ke dost haina?".
"Main Savitri Devi ke pota hoon, Maan Khurana" he cut her off narrowing his eyes, it was a deathly stare. Geet Vihaan was no less, she shot back her glowering glare.
The wheels in Geet's head started turning as she'd heard his name and she gasped pointing her finger at him.
"Tu… tu wohi Maan Khurana hai jo mere shaadi ho rahi hai?"
"What?" Maan snapped sharply, his entire body coursed with rage at her words.
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