“ It means, Geet walk around in mansion.. in my absence..” this thought made him more furious. He felt like throw her out. “ I helped her thinking she is helpless.. she is alone.. and here , she is trying to enter in this mansion.. trying to trick me ” he was searching her in whole mansion. In rooms , kitchen, balcony and finally reached hall. It was quite dark there, when he saw a thing on sofa. He went closer and found Geet, sitting, cuddled like a bundle. Covered in his shawl from head to toe. He did not see she was sleeping or awoke. He just yelled “ Geet !!! ”
She startled with sudden shout. She stood up and tried to compose her dozy eyes. Once she could not understand who shout and why until she heard him again…. “ what you doing here ?? what did you think that you can trap me in your charm haa.. ”
“ji ” ?? she could not understood
“ samjhti kya ho apne aap ko .. ki tum mujhe fasa logi.. Maan Singh Khurana ko !! .. ” he smriked. “ You did big mistake Geet big mistake.. you should never come to This mansion with your dirty plan .. because now … you would never go out of here.. ” he stepped to her slowly.. looking in her eyes.. giving painful torture..
“but what I did Maanji ” she asked, stood numb. She was not moving back. She was lost, in his ill words and his raged eyes.. with rising tears in eyes
“what you did Geet ?? .. ye tum mujhse puch rahi ho ?? ” he went closer… “ hmm” she nodded meekly .. hurt by his words..
“ wo phool .. you kept there.. in my room ” he said.. in slow tone.. making her feel like a lion slowly steps to his prey.. she nodded like obedient child.. trying to guess next question.. scared
“ aur mera room.. you changed it ?? ” his eyes were glued on her like hawk .. “ hmm ” she whispered unknowingly..
“kyu ?? ” he came to her front.. a mere inches far from his target..
“bolo Geet kyu rakha tumne phool ” his breath fell on her face.. she shivered. Not cause of proximity but it was cold.. so much coldness in his breath which made her stiff.. she looked up, to his eyes then down .. not able bear his hate.. she was mute.
“ bolti kyu nahi … why dont you speak that you wanted to trick me .. you wanted to become owner of this big palace .. you wanted to come in my life .. in my arm ..in my bed … haina Geet ” his sound became colder and darker.. filed with so much hatred…
she closed her eyes .. she could not closed her ears. She was hurt …. she cried silently.. she was used to hear shouts and scolds since her childhood. She had been insulted since her childhood… she knew, she had a fate.. a bitter fate of a poor and orphan girl.. so She was not effected with Maan scolded her. But she cried because she felt , this word was something new. it was different.. it had dirtiness. . it had a vulgarity toward her and this, she faced first time. She felt, she was raped verbally . Once he saved her from physical abuse but today , his words, made her bare.
Looking her mute his anger became high. He clutched her arm. She shivered and looked him. Her eyes had blood… Her heart was bleeding.. she clutched her shawl near her chest to cover her dignity from her savior. She struggled like a half injured bird. Just trying to gather some strength to be free from him.
Maan gazed her. Her act was not like any other girl, who used to be happy with his touch. He read her expression. Indeed he was angry and wanted to destroy her but he was not any ordinary man.. he was Maan Singh Khurana and he knew to use his mind, even in worst situation. He could see, she was not comfortable in his hold and she was not faking. He could see, she did not give, answer him back when he was insulting her.. it amazed him.
“chor dijiye mujhe ” she spoke after being fail to be free. He dint. He wanted to study her more. “ please chor dijiye ” she again pleaded. He saw , her eyes were down. Her body was meek. She was doing fail attempt to be free. She had held her shawl, hiding herself form his eyes… he left her and moved back.
She felt free. She moved back and cuddled more in shawl, not wanting to show a inch of her body to him. She remembered same night of Orphanage. She broke out. Her face showered in tears. Hiccups were making her breath heavy. “ sab mere sath asa kyu karte hai ” she questioned to herself. “ why everybody wants to touch me.. ” she spoke.. “ mai toh bas aapko thanks kahna chahti thi.. you helped me ..you gave me place in this house .. you gave me this shawl and money … ”
“Money !! ” her thought went to this word. She looked him instantly. You gave me money so you could touch me .. like that man.. hai naa .. ” her eyes questioned Maan Singh Khurana…