“Where were you Geet” He shouted. She was stood shocked.
“ Answer me damn it ” He shook her tight. He was mad in fear of loosing her.
“ wo.. , I , I was hungry so went for lunch in pantry ” Geet was feeble.
“and why dint you inform me ?”
“ I dint know where was you ”
Maan had got his answer and now nothing he had to ask. But he was still not calm. Her disappearance for few moment made him insecure, somewhere inside and no where his heart was going to relax, in near future. He was standing, clutching her arm, giving her increasing pain. Finally she could not bear more and a drop of tear fell from corner of her closed left eye. Maan suddenly cupped her face “ what happened Geet ” he got worried
“ Its paining ” she said, touched her arm, which had red scars. Maan saw and found what he did. “ what I did ! ” he thought. feel of self guilt covered his heart. He looked her which was red with fear, shout and pain. He hugged her tight. “ i’m sorry Geet. Please forgive me. I don’t know what happened me when I found you missing. I was mad. I gave you pain, I hurt you. I’m sorry ” he was pleading taking her in his arm. She first was hurt but then she saw him, pleading she separated. She could understood his insecurities and now, was not angry or scared. She caressed his face with all her love. He felt sooth. She smiled, blinked eyes in assurance she is fine. He was relax but still, was angry on self how could he hurt his Geet. He was ashamed on his deed. He wanted to punish himself, it was her right.
“ Geet, if you want to give me punishment you can. I know what I did was not… ”
“Maan if you would say one more word I would again start calling you Maanji ” she bit her lips and smiled , cheering him up and it worked. A smile appeared on his face and it suited him. He hugged her more tight filling her love, in his life.
“ umm Maan why you called me ?” She asked
“oo Haan.. actually Geet my hand was paining and it means I can’t type and it means ..”
“I will have to do this, right !” Geet completed his sentence. Maan chuckled and Geet laughed on his cute excuse. She did his work and he stared her, did nothing else .
One month passed with their increasing love. They were so much happy. Geet was doing good in study and Maan was supporting her in every way. She also started going office daily after school as Maan hand used to pain almost everyday and it ended up her typing and then more works she started doing in KC. Geet was happy getting Meera back and both again, became best friends. Girls teasing Geet in school was as usual and now increasing more, seeing Geet was involving in Maan office too. Maan car daily dropped her school and picked up. Daily new and costly dresses, bags and everything which Geet had used , used to be unique and expensive which made almost every person, envy of her. Now almost everyone forgot she is Maan maid as she started to gain publicity. She had been seen with Maan many times in school or shopping malls and had became a famous name among crowd. She lived with Maan, in his house without any relation. She was being pampered by Maan in every aspect and these all had made wrong impact in society, about her.
But two people were fully Untouched with all these happening around them. They were happy in their small world.
“ Maan what are you doing. Ugh ! Not like this Maan let me show you. Side ” Geet pushed him aside and snatched roller-pin from him and started making round Chpatis’, narrating him. “ Maan I am making Rotis. you look that curry been boiled or not” she said and engrossed in her Roti But Maan was gazing her face which was sharing different expressions, thoroughly. With her every word thin lines of her smooth face was changing, beautifully. Her small round shape golden ear-rings were dancing on her hand movement, obediently. She was , indeed, most beautiful creation of nature, he believed. He lost in her angelic thought. He felt, her hand was caressing his face. He closed eyes, celebrating her feather touch. It was so warm and soothing. A magical spell wondered , around him. He realized, her caress were increasing its pressure on his face. He loved it. He felt blast on his face. He frowned. And next, his eyes snap opened with several tiny slaps and found Geet was cursing him, heartily..
“ Ughhhh MAAN .. look what you did . You burned my curry. Maan where you was lost. Look what you did. Oo Babaji what I do of him ” she was shouting patting his cheek sharply, bringing him back from his lost world. She was cursing blabbering, showing him roller-pin. Maan was amazed with her “ New “ look. No matter what, he loved her new look too, but was little scared, too.
“ Geet, can you put this Round thing down ” he took roller-pin from her but
“ Why , why I put it down haan. You burned my food, now I wont leave you Maan. You just look what I do ”
“ ohh really ! So what my Geet would do now hmm ”
“ I ..” she looked around.
“ huhh you can do nothing Geet, I’m Maan Singh Khurana you know. You can’t win over me and you also can’t harm me and you know what Geet, you are jus…”
His voice stuck in throat when felt a hard cold freezing water with ice cubes, splashed, all over him. He enfreezed on spot with open ‘O’ shape mouth and enlarging his eye balls bigger than ever.
“ he he he ” She laughed and run.
Maan shivered. He was still in shock when Geet shouted from out “So what was saying Maan Singh Khurana Ji. I can’t win over you hmm! Now see your condition ” she chuckled, laughed loud.
“ Geeeettt !! Now you gone ” Maan came back from his Antarctica tour and run, following her. He saw she was running toward her room. He run fast “Geet now I won’t leave you ” he was shouting. Geet was going to close her door when Maan caught her and then “ Click !” a flashlight flashed in his eyes and Maan Singh Khurana was captured in a small mobile screen , in his funny, soaked, horrible, messed state, and her room, got closed.