“Who are you Maan?” This was the first question Geet could ask. “And no lie this time. Please tell me. If you’re a policeman then why didn’t you tell me before? Why all this drama? Why did you kidnap me? Why?” She was totally frustrated. Maan knew her state.
“Geet listen to me. I know what you’re going through but…” he spoke very slow, but Geet was not in her normal state. She yelled,
“No, you don’t know. You can’t even know Maan what the hell I am going through. You can never understand my condition. If you understand then you would never do this with me”
“Shh!! Quiet Geet” Maan forcefully pulled her towards him and closed her mouth with hands. “Shh, calm down “ he softly spoke. Geet was stunned with this sudden feeling of his body. His eyes were trying to comfort her and that was working like magic. She was calm but her heart was not. His fingers were pushing her lips, playing like piano keys. And the music was everywhere in their bodies.
They came back from this sudden trance. Both backed down.
“I will tell you everything Geet, not a single word I will hide from you. But this is not the right place to talk you know it. This is my address”, He gave her a note. “The hotel and my room number. If you can trust me, come there. I will tell you the reality.” He started leaving the room. “And, Although we do not have any relationship, still, swear that you will not take any wrong step.”
Don’t know when she nodded in yes, without her permission her heart swore. He left. Geet was now alone in her room. Her favourite place. She could spend her entire life here, alone. She roamed in her room. Walked to the mirror to see her face but couldn’t identify herself. Someone ugly and totally different Geet was there inside the mirror. Felt like a dead Geet, like a ghost.
She hated her reflection. She went to the washroom and washed her face. She doesn’t care if her uncle will see her. She doesn’t care about anyone. She is alive. “I am alive. I am not dead!” She felt like shouting and telling the world. But her yell echoed and died within washroom walls. Yet, she felt relief. She opened her bun, let her long beautiful hair fly. She applied the cream on her face and Kajal in her eyes. She again looked in the mirror. This time the mirror was also happy to see her princess was back.
She walked to the terrace. Geet, happy in the blazing sun, was standing near the railing. Her long hair was swaying in the air. She was oblivious to the whole world. Today she felt herself alive in her house. She did not know that someone was watching her from a distance.
“Geet Madam?” The guard was shocked to see her. Her beautiful white dress was shining in the sun. It seemed that some angel came from heaven. Guard cleaned his glasses several times. He started trembling with fear. Geet also saw him. Suddenly she realized what she was doing and hid under the railing.
One moment Geet was there and another moment she disappeared. “She was definitely the ghost of Geet Madam” guard was sure. He started praying Hanuman Chalisa.
Geet kept the key in the study room and ran to her servant’s room. Quickly changed into maid look and lay down on the bed. Guard knocked on her door, “Geeta” called meekly. She didn’t answer. He called 2-3 times then Geet opened it yawning.
“Geeta, I saw Geet Madam”
“Geet Madam, I mean her ghost”
Geet started laughing.
“You are laughing. I know you must be thinking I am mad but I am telling the truth. She was standing on her terrace. I am going to tell Pratap Sir”
“Bhaiya, you will be considered mad. And you will be fired. Don’t tell him and maybe it is a deception of your eyes. Do you have any proof of her”
Guard thought she was right. Pratap could not be trusted. May he really be fired? He thought it best to be silent.