She was walking in garden, alone, without reason. She was beautiful, untouched, blooming yet blew off. She was of eighteen, in her rising, gaining her feather to fly on high but yet unmoved. She had whole sky before, she had whole world to travel in but in her dream only. She was rich and naive from heart. She had wishes, she had hopes to be free but no one knew. She never asked anyone. She had no one to ask. She was alone, walking in garden, at night.
He was driving on road, alone without emotion. He was handsome, sharp, rich yet emotionless. He was 25, in his highest, got everything what anyone could wish for yet dissatisfied. He had flew entire sky, could hold whole world in his fist yet he never wished for it. He had everything yet nothing. He had no love to share. He had no one to share his love. He was driving on road, alone, at night.
She was Geet, a girl, a mere girl, orphan, always waited for everything, but never got even a broken piece of her dream, been fulfilled ever. She wanted to go outside of this iron gate of her so called home, her Orphanage, wanted to see world, The World where all people live with their families. She always wanted to see. She never had been out of there. It doesn’t mean she dint know what is world. Yes, indeed, she did know. She knew “World is a general name for the whole of human elaboration, specifically human knowledge, history, or the human state in general or worldwide. ” She had read this information in her class, afterward she dint get any change to study as her seat had given to another girl who was rich. School authority threw her out saying “you are filthy and what would you do after study further!!” She said she has scholarship but No, how school would let her study where even her shadow was not accepted to be touched by anyone.
Why? Because she was not from a high society. She had not her mother, father, family name tagged with her, because she was an orphan.
He was Maan, The Great Maan Singh Khurana. A personality, a power to make your head bend down, in front of him. He never saw any dream. He dint need to see dream because he lived in it. His life was more than a dream but without colour. He had everything, a palace to live, troop of servants and maids, money to throw without seeing a glance. Yet he had no colour in his dreamed life. It was thick, solid and colourless. On one could see through in his life. No one could shake him from his single word. What he said it was stronger and harder than rock for entire world. He dint know what is called smile. What is happiness and peace, he never knew.
She loved World He hated it. She loved and wanted to smile He hated it. She wanted to fly He hated it. Both were orphan, both were alone. Both were needed to be one.
Geet was walking in forest kind of garden, veranda of her Orphanage, not knowing what is happening inside. Inside office, a man in his 40s, was grinning, sitting on chair, giving two thick bundle of rupees to a lady, a lady, who was been called warden. Warden was busy in counting notes and man was busy in his lusty thoughts, impatiently waiting for a nod from lady and he would pawn on any innocent girl, whoever he would wish for. And finally she nodded. He jumped from his chair, with uncontrollable over flowed vigorous desires and followed lady. She reached a pillar and rang a bell. This bell was a command for all girls, to be gathered in a hall immediately. And exactly happened what lady wanted. All girls gathered in big, dirty, dark, creepy hall, not knowing what would happen ahead.
All girls were divided in two lines. First line was of middle age women. Man made face and Lady signaled them to leave. Some ladies made faces and left, cursing to warden and man. They were used to all these and very well knew if they had been selected, would have been playing in money. Some thanked God for saving them one more time. Now was turn of rest girls. They all were of young and innocents, untouched and unknown of all these. They were nervous, shaking and braking inside with the blazing eye of man. He was moving one by one and examining all to select one best for his hunting. And then his eyes caught a prey. She was standing in end of line, lowering head down, fiddling her Dupatta (Scarf), trying hard to cover her whole body behind her half Miter of Dupatta (Scarf), which was torn already. But alas! How could she hide her inviting feature from pricking eyes of hawk? So at last she had been chosen for tonight hunt.