Maan came back from meeting. He saw tiffin box who was stood silently, on his table, waiting for him. Meen looked him. He frowned, “ who kept it here”. Maan recognized it was of his but why, it is here when he purely disallowed nakul not to bring lunch for him. He picked phone and dialed km. Phone rung..
Maan was going to shout when a sweet voice came “ hello ”. Maan stopped. “ this is she ” his mind alarmed. He stood holding phone in hand and eyes were fixed in eternity. “ hello..kon bol raha hai ” she asked again hearing no response. Maan closed his eyes. Could not able to speak back and wanted to fill ear with her melodies voice, at the same time. She cut phone hearing no one. Maan was still. His heart was in speed without his allowance. He was hating this yet loving. His eyes opened, after some while, feeling hatred for himself. His own heart betrayed him. It was unbelievable for Maan Singh Khurana. When he had been, decided she is no one, nothing to him, why his heart responded on her one single sound. It was enough. His life was trying to change and he would not, let it be…
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“ dont know who was it ” Geet cursed and resumed her study which she was doing before Maan phone. She stuck somewhere and as usual called pinky. Pinky said she had brought some more books which she had to give her.
“Geet I cant come mansion today.. ok I do one thing. I give those books to Maansir. Wase bhi you had told na he started helping you in study so he would not deny.”
“no pinky ..dont.. he would be angry”
“and why so.. aree Geet you don’t afraid dear he would not do anything. I will give him, you dont worry” Geet tried to make pinky understand but could not and finally agreed.
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Pinky knocked Maan cabin. Maan had called her for some files. She handed over files and was stood there, with a packet of books. Maan was lost in files yet could see her standing over there like a statue. “ why you standing here ” he asked giving no attention.
“Maansir, I have brought some books for Geet. Can you take with you and give her as I could not able to deliver myself. ” she said hesitating, sensing Maan bad mood.
Maan snapped out from his read. Geet name pulled his attention but soon, maintained his self. “ and why so pinky.. m I look her servant or her delivery boy hmm” his tone had taunt and mock, for himself.
“no sir.. I.. I mean .. I know she is your servant not you of her ..but actually .. ”
Maan felt a tight slap like insult on him, hearing she is his servant.. “ no..no not at all.. she is not my servant.. ” his heart screamed. “ then who is she .. of yours ” his mind questioned back. Heart had no answer but mind smirked. He could guess what heart was thinking but not able to call it out. His heart and mind was arguing when pinky again called him.
“thik hai ..keep here ” he ordered and pretended to work. Pinky left. He looked those books and remembered his teaching to her. He knew how eagerly she wanted to study. Though she was nothing to him, yet he could not see her , a stranger , suffering for a little thing. He made a call…
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Night
As Maan coming time was nearing, Geet heart was starting running fast. His presence, his would be near her was making her fearing from her self more. She knew she would not able to face him after knowing, she feels for him but, also could not bear distance. This was strange feeling. She smiled. How much she changed in few days and yet, was same. He was that moon for her whom, one wish to hold but know, it is not impossible anymore. She would have to maintain distance from him, otherwise , would end up with shattering her heart below his leg.
Maan came, with hard face. His eyes were fixed on front, like there was no world on sides. He headed to upstairs, to his room. He was descending but his heart was sliding down, trying to escape from his body and go for search Geet. He clutched his heart, stopping it, doing this kiddish play. Somehow he reached to room and closed door , without knowing, a pair of light brown eyes, were following him, on his every step. When Maan was on mansion gate she was in her room. She run out and hide behind pillar. She saw him and gasped. For stopping her breathing sound she clutched her mouth from Dupatta (Scarf). Maan passed hall and she followed him. He descended stairs she stood, next to stair. Finally he closed his room and she run to her room back and closed door behind. Resting her back on door and clutched heart , stopping it to burst out…
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Maan opened his cupboard. His eyes fell on same suit which was hanging between his cloths. He caressed t lovingly. He closed cupboard and his eyes fell on mirror. A reflection of Geet, wearing same suit, won his heart. He smiled. He turned but she was vanished. He went pale “ tum wapas kyu aayi Geet” he said. He turned back sad and rushed to washroom.
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Geet was standing, out of his door, with coffee mug. Her hand was shaking along with body. She cursed nakul, for going out , on same time Maan needed this coffee and now, she had to do this toughest job. She knocked. Maan gave permission, thinking its nakul. She pushed door and peeped, then stepped inside, with heavy heart.
“ table per rakh do” Maan said, standing before a open window , looking out.
“ji” Geet said and kept. Maan heard her voice but stood with no change. Geet turned back to go, again looked back to him for one glimpse. She saw him, lost. “ Maanji” she said. Maan dint answer.
“wo..why dint you have lunch ” she asked. She had seen tiffin box full as it was. Maan again dint answer. She failed and left,.. Maan looked back, her going. He wanted to talk her, answer her questions but he dint. He dint want to be close to her and then again, she would go back, leaving him alone.. he dint want to loss her again. He could not..
