Part 3

23 days ago

Mg13

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Geet was confused about how to respond to the old lady who loved her unconditionally, even though everyone else disliked her. She looked at Dadima’s face, which was filled with yearning for a positive response. But why was she asking Geet? Isn’t she the owner? She should just give orders. Geet wondered why Dadima herself was contemplating this. She had no right to think; she was just a maid here, and Dadima was her Malkin, her master. Geet had to follow her orders, no matter what they were. So, without thinking any further, Geet looked at Dadima’s yearning face and, with determination, said, “Dadima, you don’t have to request me; just order me, and I am at your service, no matter what it is or who it concerns.” Geet smiled beautifully as she spoke.

Dadima smiled brightly at Geet’s response and, with enthusiasm, said, “I knew you would agree, Geet. Now, let’s go to sleep early. Tomorrow is a very special day for us because my main is coming back.”

Geet smiled at the old lady, who was very happy because her beloved grandson was coming back. The happiness was clearly visible in her glistening eyes as she eagerly awaited his arrival. Geet made sure Dadima was comfortable in bed, covering her properly, then switched off the lights and left the room.

As she walked out, Geet couldn’t stop thinking about her conversation with Dadima and how she would manage with him. She didn’t know him personally; she had only seen his picture in the mansion. While she knew everyone else in the house, he was unknown to her, and she felt anxious around unfamiliar people. She was already feeling nervous.

“Geet, he’s just a family member. You’ve at least seen his photo, so there’s no need to be scared,” she said to herself, looking up and talking to her favorite Babaji. 'etni badi badi aankhen hai..woh bhi darawani. hey, babaji apni bacchi ki raksha karna.' ( But he looks very intimidating with those big, scary eyes. Oh Babaji, please protect your child. ) After finishing her prayer, she hurried away with a sense of nervousness.

Flashback end……………………..

And here is standing the great Maan Singh khurana aka dadima’s grandson with his all aura.

Geet just kept looking at him as he approached Dadima to greet her first. Dadima, who was getting all emotional at the sight of her beloved grandson, had tears welling up in her old eyes. Geet was so mesmerized by him that she didn’t notice anyone else. This was the first time she had seen such a handsome man up close. She had never noticed anyone like this before. Her only male contacts had been her so-called brother and her father. Rajeev always came home late, and by the time he arrived, she was usually on her way home. Most importantly, she had never had the time to look at anyone or think of herself beyond her work. Did she even have that right? No, she answered her own question.

“Ahhh,” Geet came out of her thoughts—or her drooling session about MSK—when someone pinched her hard.

she looked at the source she gets tremble on her place. as she saw that her badi memsaab aka sumitra Singh khurana giving her angry glares.Dadima ask her the reason of her sudden scream. though she cream in very low voice not wanting to get unwanted attention but how can dadima miss her ladli’s voice. she immediately turn her attention to geet forgetting about her surrounding getting all the worried about her. “dadima , Woh much nahi,bas jarasi thes lag gayi, aur kuch nahi. you are getting worried unnecessarily.” geet said her rubbing her arm where her badi memsaab just pinch hard to get her out of her thought

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Geet had tears welling up in her eyes and avoided looking into Dadima’s eyes, as she was lying. Dadima noticed the tears but assumed they were due to the pain in Geet's legs that she was referring to. However, Dadima didn’t know about the emotional pain Geet was experiencing, which was becoming unbearable with each passing day due to the small tortures she endured daily.

On the other hand, Sumitra was fuming with anger. How dare this low-class maid of their house, gaze at her son shamelessly? Sumitra hurried towards the spot where everyone was welcoming her son, who was standing at the doorstep. She had prepared herself specially to greet her son after a long time, especially since the media was also present. She had taken her time to get ready properly, presenting herself the way she wanted to.

However, something seemed off. As Sumitra reached the doorstep, where her saasumom (mother-in-law) was pampering her son and becoming all emotional, she rolled her eyes. After all, he had only been away for six months on business, which was thriving due to his hard work. If he hadn’t worked, how would they have survived in this harsh world? They needed money and fame to stand tall in a world full of selfish and self-centered people, who would do anything to snatch away others’ precious possessions for money.

Sumitra thought, who could explain these harsh realities to her lovey-dovey saasumom, who only saw the good side of the world and not the bad side that had taken her husband away from his family, including her? Getting emotional was not necessary; it only made one weak, and weakness was not acceptable in this era. Her son had returned after performing his job well, as he always did. He deserved a warm welcome, considering he had been away from his family for his projects. With his successful return, they could enjoy peace and relief and face anyone with their heads held high.

she knows also her sons habits very well. But why they stop him when he himself doing this hard work and enjoyed himself and getting the needed pleasure to relax himself out of this his heavy working scheduled.what he doing wrong in this, if all world in this century doing the same thing or worse than this and one more most important thing is he not goes behind any girl but they themselves throw on him, such a useless creatures. They too want his money only and his fame to get success in there so called career. Or maybe secured there future. But they don’t know that her son is two step ahead of them. He too use them for his pleasure only. Sumitras thought process get disturbed when she saw something discusting according to her. She fastened her steps toward geet and pinch her hard making sure no one see this and plastered her face with a sweet smile. As dadima and her grandsons meeting going on sumitra finally break through them breaking there precious meeting.
Sumitra said with the smile, sasumom, “can we take the aarti of him now as he standing from long time on doorstep only. He have to go rest also as came from a long tiring journey.”

Dadima smiled in response to Sumitra and said, “Why not, Badi Bahu? After all, you can take care of him as well, right?” She said this sarcastically, knowing that Sumitra likely viewed the greeting as an emotional drama. Dadima understood that Sumitra lacked the heart of a mother and couldn’t grasp her emotions. She didn’t know what had happened to her dear Badi Bahu after the death of her son. Sumitra had drastically changed into someone unrecognizable in their lives. Dadima sighed, interrupting her thoughts as she didn’t want her grandson to wait too long amidst their verbal sparring.

Maan, on the other hand, rolled his eyes at their usual argument, which seemed to be starting again. However, he was interrupted when his mother instructed one of the maids to bring the aarti thali from the poojaghar (prayer room). The maid brought the thali, and Dadima performed the aarti for Maan before he entered the house.

As he stepped inside, Maan noticed that the house had changed, but for the better. It looked cleaner, neater, and there was a sense of peace that had been missing for a long time.

As he took a seat, his siblings approached him to greet him. “Bhai, how are you?” Annie and Rajeev asked in unison, only to receive a glare from their older brother. They then exchanged glares at each other for their mistake.

“I’m fine,” he replied curtly, as usual. Maan didn’t engage in much conversation or share his thoughts, but he kept an eye on their daily activities. As the elder son of the house, after his father, it was his responsibility to take care of his siblings and family. However, he didn’t show this or admit it openly, as he believed that emotions or such facts made one weak. He despised what he considered useless sentiments.

He got up to go to his room to freshen up and prepare for his next meeting. He didn’t have time to rest; he would do that only after his work was completed. Annie and Rajeev made faces as he went to his room without properly acknowledging them, as usual. But they too were busy with their own schedules and rarely had time for each other.

Dadima looked at their faces and said, “Beta, he has just returned from a long journey. Give him some time to rest, and then you can meet him.”

Rajeev, pouting, replied, “But Dadima, he can’t make time for us? We are his siblings, after all.”

Dadima retorted, “And how often do you have time to talk to him or to us in peace?”

Rajeev’s face fell as he realized Dadima was speaking the truth. He himself had no time for his family, but he couldn’t change that; he was focused on enjoying his own life as much as he could.

“Dadima, Mom, I’m going out with my friends to hang out. Bye,” he said, running out of the mansion to escape the situation. Dadima sighed and went to her room, completely forgetting about Geet, who was standing there watching everything unfold. Although Geet didn’t understand English well, she could sense that something serious was happening and that Dadima was somewhat upset. She decided to follow Dadima to her room to speak with her and receive her next instructions.

As Geet headed to Dadima’s room on the second floor, she didn’t notice what was in front of her, being absorbed in her own thoughts as usual.

And BANG……………

Precap : His Lotus flower.