Blind Dating (MG) (Epilogue Page-97) - Page 35

Part 8

G-Maaannn ahhh!!! Try to move please!!! You are heavyyy!!

Maan recognized Geet's voice and came some out of his haze, realising that she was probably trying to help so concentrate on doing what she was saying

Thoda utha jerkily, moving in direction Geet was trying to push him...his one eyes was swollen shut...doosri wali filled with dirt aand blood and he could hardly see through it

Geet was searching his pockets frantically for keys...and oh it hurt his crotch...she had become damn rough in worry

Ab to kya dard kahan se uth rah hai iska bhi pata nahi chal raha tha

He lets out a loud moan

Geet jaise taise..kaise bhi..le aai..and dumps him on his bed

Maan ko laga ki finally rest ab aur nahi hilna padega

He passes out from all the pain and exhaustion

Geet ko first aid box dikha...geyser chalake dettol leke rui leke aayi...Geet ne blood pe antiseptic lagana shuru kiya

Maan uh aah karne laga at the burn of dettol

G-shhh..bas...ho gya thoda sa...shhh kuch nahi

He is restlessly tossing his head

Geet aise behlaati phir laga deti zor se

G-shhh..ho gaya naa babu

M- No no...not anymore pleaseee...Geet please don't

He says things like that in delirium

She impulsively kisses his forehead

She couldn't help herself seeing him suffering like this

He couldn't breathe properly as his ribs were hurt

Agar poori sans le to his ribs would hurt and Geet achnak dettol laga de to he would take a huge gasp and then again ribs would hurt

Geet ne socha dekh loon lagi to nahi kahin aur as shirt pe bhi khoon khoon ho raha tha

Dheere se shirt utarke side kar di aur heater on kar diya

Shirt utaarte time bhi Maan ne bohot halla machya as his ribs were hurting, sitting up moving up shoulders everything hurt. It's the worst place to get injured and thus the best place goons like to kick when you are down and curled up to protect your face and other tender places and upper chest. It leaves the ribs and wham! 2-3 well placed kicks can break a rib and it can puncture lung and cause immediate death

Geet is also hissing seeing his pain. Usko laga, aare ankhon mein to blood laga hai, saaf to karun infection ho jayega. Cotton aur paani liya Maan ka sar apne lap pe rakha, dheere dheere slowly cleaning his eyes while her other hands are busy caressing his hair

Dheere-dheere Maan raises his hand and slowly holds Geet's hand

She is alarmed...

G-Kya hua? Dard ho raha hai? Kuch chahie?

Maan kuch nahi bolta

He just wanted to keep the gentle touch close...not lose it

Usse nahi pata ki usne kya kiya...kya pakda...koi kya keh raha hai

Geet ko phir dikha pant pe bhi khoon laga hai, matlab legs pe bhi laga hai

Geet gai touch kiya...feel kiya kahan laga hai..par jahan bhi Geet chunti Maan finch karta

Maan ne Geet ka haath choda bhi nai upar se, jab Geet khinche he would pull back...it was fine, he was warm. He had that thing in his hand which he wasn't supposed to let go, baaki sab theek ho jayega when he gathers strength to wake up again

Geet leans and undoes his belt

She knows kahin lagi hai legs pe davai lagani hi padegi

She has heard khoon jamne se gangrene hoke wo part kaatna padta hai. She can't let that happen

As she is working on the pants Maan se haath chudake, he is protesting and muttering ki nahi nahi come back

She work his pants off, Maan ko sshh ssh karte hue. Davai lagai chup chap good gal ki tarah

Geet ne jab Maan ke left bruised hand ko treat kiya aur left foot ko treat kiya to Maan ne chu nahi ki. He didn't feel a thing. He can curl his finger but he can't control the pressure of curl...can't hold any object with left hand. His left fingers of his hand and dole of his left foot has become sensationless after his hypothermia. Wo bhi aaj itna hai kyunki he keeps working them warna initially jut out of hospital his finger won't even bend. Agar Maan ko left had mein egg pakdao to he may crush it. He doesnt know how much pressure he applies

Geet was misty eyed

She whispers in his ear...i am sorry...kissing on curve of his ear

Maan slightly turns his face

She looks at him, her eyelashes touching him...she is so close

She is looking at him through her beautiful dark eyes

Upar se neeche tak dekhti hai..kahin aur to nahi lagi hui hai

Geet ka ph rings...as gharwale pareshana the ki kahan gai

Geet jaldi se picks up, kahin Maan disturb naa ho jaaye

Phone pe poocha nana nani ne ki beta kahan reh gai? Itni late ho gai

Geet is whispering

G-Nani..wo...main...aa gai thi...par..main wo..Maan ke saath hoon...main...kal aa jaungi

Nana nani are like WHAT???!!!!

Parson to ina rona dhona chal raha tha and aaj achanak.. ye... ky baat hai

G-Wo..nani...actually i was coming..par Maan ka accident ho gaya hai shayad...he is badly hurt...to main aise kaise chodke aau

Nana-Well...he hurt you badly enough, you almost drowned coz of him. Get him to a safe place and leave him there with someone who knows him. Wo apne doctor friend ke saath reh raha hai naa, unke saath chod do. Tum kyun nayi musibat sar le rahi ho. Fir tum dono mein baatien hongi, ladai hogi, tum hurt hogi. Kya fayda? Abhi chodkar wapas aa jao

G-Nanu itni raat ko kaise wapas aaun? Kisi marte hue ajnabee ki bhi humein madat karni chahie, dushman ki bhi, Maan to...khair main rakhti hoon; hamare shor se shayad Maan disturb ho jaaye

Nana-nani say, thik hai jo karna hai karo; baad mein mat kehna ki we didn't warn you

Phone rakhte hain, unhe pata tha her staying there is inevitable wo to bas usko dhang se wahan rok rahe the ki baad mein naa kahe ye maine socha nahi

Geet phone rakh ke glances at Maan

He is fast asleep or maybe passed out, you can't tell

G- I know nani...I am stupid

She says to herself

Geet Maan ke kareeb gai...ache se razaai odhi Maan pe

Odhke dekhti hai idhar udhar, ki khud kahan soye

Maan ke forehead pe chuu ke uska temperature bhi dekhti hai kahin bukhar to nahi chad gaya

Bukhaar thoda to hai plus he is in hell of pain only thing he couldn't say it

Geet ko laga thoda hai, utar jayega

Achche se razaai odh deti hai

Geet dekhti hai kahan rest kare wo khud

Wahin jagah hai thodi bagal mein Maan ke , baaki ek uncomfortable looking si chair hai

Geet bechari ussi chair pe sikudke baith gai subah ka intezaar karte hue

Geet baithi thi chair mein

Kuch adha 1 ghanta hua and Maan started whimpering

Geet ki neend jhat se khul gai...daudke Maan ke paas gai

Maan ke sar pe haath phera

G-Kya hua Maan? Kyaa baat hai? Dard ho raha hai? Kuch chahie?

He doesnt even know ki hua kya hai...bt he can recognise Geet anywhere

M-Geet?

She is slowly running her hand through his head

G-Hmm...? Bolo. Maan?

M-Geet..Gggeet

G-hmm bolo naa kya ho gaya

Geet ki wo loving caring awaaz

M-Hurts...

G-Kahan?..Kahan pe?

Geet dheere-dheere sehla rahi hai baal aur dheere-dheere phoonk maar rahi hai uske wounds pe

M-Everywhere...

He says whimpering again

G-tc tch..nahi..sab thik hoga naa dheere-dheere...so jao

She says in a low soothing voice and kisses his eyes

M-Gimme...pain killer...shaving kit

He manages to say trying to open one eye which wasn't swollen

G-Shhh..ankhein band

Geet gai uthke shaving kit laane