Don’t know how much time she was laying there unconscious, but when she opened her eyes, she found herself on the bed. Door was still closed. She didn’t remember anything that had happened. Previous circumstances seemed a dream to her. Her head was paining, perhaps, due to fatigue.
There was a knock on the door. She sat up neatly. It was Maan there holding a tray with tea and something to eat.
“Are you okay?” He asked. Geet could not understand what to answer, if she was alright? Yet she nodded yes. Her eyes were wet. Tears wanted to fall down but she was holding it back.
“Do you want to cry?” He perhaps understood her situation. He kept the tray in front of her on bed and left, closing the door. Geet could not stop herself as soon as he left. The sound of her cry was coming out. So much cry, that Maan could not control himself.
He went inside angrily and shook Geet hard. “For whom are you shedding so much tears? You are mourning your death? Or do you have the grief to be separated from your murderer?” His words add to the grief of Geet.
“So what should I do?” She yelled. “I don’t understand anything, don’t understand what I do” She started crying more then collapsed on his arms. Geet had not eaten anything since yesterday. There was not even strength to cry left in her body. Maan put her to sleep on the bed. He put a sheet over her and went out of the room. He also was not understanding what to do. It was also not right for Geet to be alone with him here in the forest. But where will she go?
Maan was tensed without reason. Pratap Singh gave him the money to kill Geet, but he did not murder her. But now his responsibility was over. “When she wakes up, I will tell her clearly that she leaves from here,” He was bubbling in himself, without knowing the Geet was standing behind him.
“How much money did Uncle give you?” Geet asked.
“What will you do knowing?”
“I’ll give you more money than him.”
Maan was shocked to hear this. “Now, don;t ask me to kidnap and then kill him? I will not do this job.”
“Working for money is not your profession Maan?” She questioned.
“Whether I want to work or not, it’s my choice. No one can force me.”
“Then why did you choose this job? And why didn’t you kill me? Why this mercy on me?”
Maan remained silent. “I do not think it is necessary to answer. “He went down, saying so.