“Umm..mm!!’’ Geet tried to shout but her sound was not loud enough to reach in ears of Maan. He turned to leave disappointed when heard his men loud call. He rushed to them. He saw Narendra had been caught and was struggling to make himself free.
“Sir he was trying to run out hiding from back door’’
Maan anger boiled hundred times more seeing him in front. He held his collar tight, pulled to him forcibly, shook him harshly, wanted to kill him then and there and no one could stop him. He pushed him on ground, let him fell down, and banged on cemented floor. Narendra old bones could not take this much and started bleeding on head yet, his gaze was not weak. He glared Maan, smirked, like he knew Maan had lost something very treasured and now he will not be happy ever, not in his this life at least. This success made his face stiffer and horrible like, his inner evil soul was celebrating his win in full race.
Maan roared seeing his sniggery face. He pulled him up clutching his neck with his tight, rigid fist, made Narendra cough in lack of breath. He rocked his leg, struggled more but was so powerless before Maan Singh Khurana wrath. He had been pushed hard to back. Trembling he smashed upon back wall with most aggressive force. Maan was yet not satisfied. He rushed to him, held his collar again, threw off ruthlessly. He was going ire. The thought of Geet pain, her suffering was killing him brutally. He could not breath. His own breath was suffocating him that his being alive was not enough for saving her. His own uncle was th reason of her ache, was making his own existence waste in this world. He didn’t want to live if , could not find her. “Where is she!!’’ he glared him. Narendra was quite.
“I said where is Geet Damnit!!!!!!’’ he roared like injured lion
“She, is in very safe place’’ Narendra grinned devilry
“Where is she’’ Maan asked again, moving toward him in very slow manner, slitting Narendra every inch of skin with his dark red black eyes. His own heart was bleeding and so, was reflecting in eyes.
“You can’t find her Maan. She would rather die but now, you could not get her back. If not me then no one else’’ His voice was chocking yet had visible threat, a open challenge.
“I will!! ’’ with a single word, he accepted his challenge, without moving his gaze from his. He eyed guards not to move from here. He will be back sooner. He left.
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Geet cried seeing Maan returning, going back. He could see failure on his face. “No!! No way would she let him lose hope. No Way, she will let him feel failure. No matter what, but she will do it herself” She remembered what, how Maan had taught her, fighting back. Yes, she indeed, will fight back for him, for her, for them. She looked around but due to darkest black, could not see anything except those small holes. She thought, tried to run mind fast. She tried to find something, which could have been thrown out from holes. She had nothing. No wait! She had… Yes she had her hair pins. But it was next to impossible to get them from hair with tied hand on back. Yet she tried. Don’t know from where she found an extreme energy, like she could do anything, for meet him. She bend her body side how much could and rose hand up at same level that she could touch hair pins from finger. Somehow she managed to get them out. Yes!! She smiled on her first victory. She turned, sat facing her back to holes and tried to throw pins down. After struggle she succeeded. Pins fell on floor. Now she had some hope. She got more confident now. She searched ground near and tried to pick some small, tiny cement dirt, stones and started dropping, throwing out from holes, down. She had an aim, a hope, and a goal now. She had to make him win and so, she would not accept defeat. She was weak, thirsty, famished yet she want to live and this feel of being alive for Maan, and gave her power of try. She kept trying until felt complete fatigued, prayed to her Babaji and kept faith on her fate, on her Maan.
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Maan was searching each and every inch of house. With each passing time his patience was sliding down if he had any left. It was night. The darkness of night increased his queasiness. He wanted her in front of him, in his house, safe. Wanted to see her sleeping in her room cuddling in her warm duvet, smiling, dreaming. He wanted her like hell. His heart cried out but lip was sealed, could not make even hiss of pain he was going through inward. He entered same room with last hope. His inner was echoing she is here, somewhere near, but where, it was mystery. His heart was knocking fast she is here and here only. He once again searched room with last hope. Found something underneath his shoes. He kneed down on floor, checked, found it was hair pins. His heart started thudding amazingly fast. He noticed dirt around more than anywhere else. He knew she was very near. He stood up, started searching everywhere, touched every brick, every stone. And finally found an area in roof, seeming uniquely odd. He checked, it was door. He pushed and opened, jumped inside. It was dark but could smell her. She was there for certain, he knew. A smile carved on his lips with some moist in eyes. His heart raised up highest like would explode ant moment. “Geet’’ he whispered enough to be heard by anyone presented there but he got no reply. His word pinked on empty wall. He took out his cell and searched in torch light. His beat failed to pulse seeing a pale figure, laying on cold ground all tied up. “Geettt!!!’’ he almost screamed, took her in his arm, patted her face, shook her to brought her in conscious. She opened her dead eyes a bit, saw him, and could not believe he was there. Her heart felt calm seeing her in his lap. Now she could die in peace, her mind spoke. “Geet, please open your eyes, please ‘’ he begged, pleaded. He called his men instantly and brought her down, carried to car and drove to hospital. He was sinking. Entire life was a fade without her, nothing was clear, nothing was certain. Everything was dead around him, inside him. Only she could make him awake again from his own sleeping, passed endlessness, where he was wandering, in wait of her one call. “Please Geet come back’’ he wished vulnerably.
He saw doctor was coming out, rushed to him, asked almost tearing. The thin smile on doctor face gave him blended emotion. “Is she okay?’’ his heart questioned. Doctor nodded. Maan smiled without spending any second he rushed to see her. Door was nothing a barrier between them. He could hear her warm and calm breath across from door even and when he entered, his heart found its beats back.
