Chapter 18

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Kahi unhone ise dekh toh nahi liya..she clasped her mouth with her palms. What would he be thinking seeing this..she thought watching around in fearful widen eyes. I need to do something and hide them all before he think bad about me. She thought for a while, from his talks and behavior I don't think he must have seen it till now. 


She got up immediately holding her head, God, this headache. 


Geet ma'am , what are you doing? You are not yet well. 


Geet turned around to see the one of maid of the mansion. She rushed to hold her.


Mujhe chodo, padma, pahle is sab tasveero ko hata yaha se... She was so so tense. 


Pahle aap aaramse yaha baith jaiye bed pe, I will do it.


First you remove them all or i wouldn't be in any peace. She was restless, her eyes constantly moving toward the door in fear of his arrival.


Yashoda called other male servant and with the help of him both remove the posters. Geet left a sigh of relief taking only maan's pictures in her hands, she caressed his face and out them in her cupboard.


Now tell me , how come you guys are early today? She asked finally siting on the bed. Now she could relax.


Bade saheb ne jaldi bulaya Hume, aap ke liye. Yashoda explained bringing small smile on her face, Dad...she was aware that her father also knows the habits of her mother and sis. 


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Maan bete, what are you doing in kitchen,? 


Sumitra asked walking to him from behind. She couldn't sleep peacefully either whole night thinking about geet. After restless night finally she had decided to get up and check upon Geet.


She had took an bath and walked out only to notice her son working in the kitchen. It had took her by surprise because she had known her son, he hadn't even ever stepped in the kitchen.


Maan hesitated for a while before replying to his mother, nothing mom, just trying to see what could I make for geet, as she is hungry, usne kal se kuch nahi khaya hai.


Now hearing about geet, sumitra forgot about other things, what my daughter is hungry aur yeh tum mujhe ab bata rahe ho, stay aside, she pushed him at side, tucking the pallu of her saree in her waist. Let me make some soup. She will have this only for now because now she could not be able to digest normal food now. She was blabbering and making soup at other side.


Maan kept watching his mother in amusement, you didn't worry this much for me also !? He asked teasingly.


Sumitra looked up with sweet smile, because she is my little girl. Aur tum bhi mere liye itne hi pyare ho Maan, but you see you are grown up man now. She teased.


Maan rolled his eyes and both mother son duo finished making soup before taking it to her room.


Geet was still uneasy with the thought of her jjijaji have seen the posters in her room.


But as soon as both sumitra and him walked in carrying the tray of soup. She breathed in smell of delicious soup and then forgot everything.


Wow...smell toh bahot achchi aa rahi hai..she smiled big, licking her lips making both chuckled seeing her reaction.


Taste bhi utni hi achchi hai dear, sumitra said taking seat beside her. 


Aap bhi jaldi uth gaye aaj? Geer asked as sumitra began feeding her lovingly.


Why not, if i wouldn't have, then don't know what would my son had fed you. 


But servants had arrived now, mummy. 


Yes, they are now geet, but Jo taste maa ke hath mein hai uska maza aur kahi nahi hai. Sach hai na. Asked sumitra.


Geet nodded her head with absent mind. She was lost in the thoughts of her mother.


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It was afternoon, Khuranas were about to leave. Maan was all the while looking at the stairs, trying to fetch her one glimpse but she was not in the sight.


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Kaise hogi...she must be sleeping because of medicine effects. He thought 


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Would love to read this full story..

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