She told him everything. Everything, what happened that night when she had to leave her only shelter in this full yet hollow world. A reason, which forced her to leave the only place which would have been giving her necessity of living. The place, where she used to think, she was safe but, this place was the only reason for her ruin. Though this circumstance became the very reason of meeting the two parted souls. Who were always, meant to be one and indeed, they became one. They were one, in which they could feel each-other pain and joy, they could hear the silence of each-other and they could heal each-other without any remedy.
She spoke her sore words and he felt those. She threw out all her pain and he, grabbed those. She made her heart empty, light and he, saved all her pain in his heart, made his own soul heavy and wounded. She cried, cried out loud and he, could not. He stopped his face to reflect any emotion, made his own eyes rock. His fingers pricked her skin, his eyes did not blink for once, his heart did not made any move of up and down. he was rigid, far from any sense, from any movement which would show his aliveness because, he had dead inside.
“Maan!” she called softly. She was feeling better. She looked him, his face, his eyes, was blank. She cupped his face, tried to make him see her, face her but he did not. He was not there with her, he was there, where she was, that night. He was living her past and could not come back when she ended telling her bitter days. She got terrified, scared, feared seeing him with no expressions. She shook him. Called him, cried before him. She hugged him calling his name. His own name echoed within his vacant body. His own name was knocking on inside black walls of his human structure. But it didn’t seem to give any effect outward. He didn’t feel any pain of those clashes. He was numb.
“Maan!!” she shouted in fear. She was fearing what if he misunderstand her. what if he thinks low of her, did not trust on her words, against his own uncle. What if he leave her. What if..” she could not think more when she saw a bit movement in his eyes. Seemed, he was coming back. His soul was coming back its home, inside his empty body. She waited. His eyes blinked. He saw her. she did not cry nor smile. She was waiting for his response, impatiently.
He read her face. He composed himself. She needed him he knew. He smiled or can say at least tried. But bitterly failed. Yet he tried and she understood his effort. She smiled back. It was true smile, true joy that he did not misunderstand her. some happy tears drops started coming out from her tired eyes. He wiped with his thumb shaking head, pleading her not to cry. His this gesture made her more vulnerable. She engulfed in his arm, could not bear more.
Maan wanted to speak, comfort her but no word came out. He was helpless. More powerless than her. he was weak. He was nothing but a feeble child who had got terrified with a mere thought of whole bitter occurrence which she had actually faced, all alone. His heart was burning, he wanted to scream, shout. He stood up, turned to go when she held his hand. He turned back to her, assured her he is fine. He show his fake smile which was very near to real one. he made her lay on bed, covered her eyes with hand, closing it. Patted her forehead, made her sleep peacefully.
Maan came out of her room. He was changed. his expression his whole gesture was on fire. He wanted to roar, thunder, scream with whole his power. he crushed his hair, pulled it tight let it hurt, pain. He run to his room, closed door, locked it. He was restless. His whole torment, suffering, anguish was killing him inside. He wanted to threw it out but his howl would make her awake. He suppressed it inside. He fell down on floor feeling exhausted.
Next Day, Maan came to check her. She was ready for school not sure if Maan would let her go or not. He did not stop and dropped her. Both were silent in whole drive. Geet was catching glimpse of him, thinking is he fine. She knew he was worried, for her. “Maan I ‘ll be okay ” she said softly, smiling. He saw her unsure. She caressed his face, making him calm, comforts him she will be fine and got down. After her go Maan dialled his securities and gave them instructions not to leave her sight for a second even but without her know. He knew she will be uncomfortable if would know, guards are following her.He drove for KC, brought back his heart-burn to destroy Narendra.
Geet was sitting alone with her book when Naina came to her. “Um, Geet, can I talk to you “
Geet didn’t reply. “Geet wo.. I wanted to say sorry. Please forgive me” Geet stood and started to go when Naina pleaded more like begging for her forgiveness. Geet looked her. she was looking pale and sick. Naina said she was very scared after Maan threaten and got sick, could not attend classes even. She was so terrified after what happened with Viraaj and also was regretting for her behavior. She understood she did big mistake and her whole life, her study she Put at risk. She was crying for her wrong act. Geet heart melted seeing her state. She forgave her.
Maan was in office, shouting on all. He was on phone since came. He got to know from police that Narendra had already escaped. Destroying him was not any big task for Maan as he had been aware of his illegal activities and business from beginning. It was like few phone calls and his entire property had been sealed. Maan cursed himself not to do this before. He knew somewhere it was his mistake too that he let Narendra do what he should not but now, he would get his punishment. He kept his dirt-eyes on Geet and now No Way, Maan Singh Khurana will leave him, at any cost.