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Chapter 8
ALL THE NAMES & PLACES ARE FICTITIOUS (if any resemblance to persons & places is purely coincidental). Any royal titles, MEDICAL PROCEDURES, MEDICAL TERMS, MILITARY PROCEDURES, MILITARY TERMS, Punjabi terms, architectural terms, IT terms & programs, office hierachy, wedding rituals, etc. are from my imagination hence THEY ARE NOT TRUE. PLEASE DON'T BASH ME !!!!!
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SEVEN YEARS BACK
Location: HANDA'S PARTY IN THEIR NEW SIX STAR HOTEL , AMRITSAR, DECEMBER 2009
She composed herself, freshened up and left for where the main party was being held. She was about to approach her Daarji when she saw her love touching her Daarji and Beeji's feet. Before she could make her presence felt she saw him recieving a phonecall and everyone was tense. Then he left abruptly. By the time she reached the group of elders, he was not there. Seeing her there Savitri Devi exclaimed, "Arre Guddo tum aa gayeen!" (Oh Guddo is here!) Geet bent and touched Daddu, Dadi and Ram Uncle's feet. Then she was introduced to Janaki Aunty, "Beta yeh hai humari bahu Janaki. Maan aur Vicky ki Maa. Janaki yeh hai humari Geet!"(Geet, this our daughter-in-law Janaki. Maan and Vicky's mother. Janaki this is our Geet!)
Geet bent to touch Janaki's feet but Janaki stopped her and said, "Betiyaan pair nahi chooteen. Aaj se tum humari beti ho." (Daughters don't touch parent's feet. From today you are our daughter.) Janaki gave an affectionate hug.
"Aur yeh sabse chota aur sabse natkhat Vikram Singh Khurana matlab, Vicky." (This is the youngest in the family but biggest prankster, Vikram Singh Khurana or Vicky) Ram introduced Vicky.
"Guddo, dekh khaana lagaa ki nahi. Tere dono Veerji ko maine bhejaa thaa par koi wapis nahi aaya. Lucky se toh mujhe zyaada umeed nahi thee magar tere Abhishek Veerji se thee. Kash Rudra hota yahaan." (Guddo, please go and see if dinner is ready or not? I sent your both brothers to check, but neither has returned. I didn't excpect much from Lucky but from your Abhishek Veerji, I did. I wish Rudra was here!)
"Daarji, Abhishek Veerji ko jaldi mein daftar jaana padha. Mai dekhti hoon ki Khaana tyaar hai ki nahin." (Daarji, Abhishek Veerji had to suddenly report for duty. I will go and check if dinner is ready!)
"Maaa! Maaa pyaas lagi hai." (Mom, mom, I'm thirsty!) Ayush's sleepy voice broke her reverie once again.
Location : Unknown Old barn on outskirts of Delhi
A man in early thirties is pacing restlessly waiting for someone. Two men entered and at once extended their hands for a hand shake. "Welcome back! We missed you in these seven years!"
"Not as much as I missed being out. But getting me out on parole was the best you guys could do?"
"You have charges of raping a minor and murder! This is the best that we could do in present circumstances."
"Where are the two b*****s?"
"I don't know. No one has seen them since you went to jail. I suggest you keep a low profile if you don't want to be arrested again."
"Where is that b*****d MAAN SINGH KHURANA?"
"He is in New York for inaugration of his new Hotel."
"Book my tickets for New York !"
"But you are on parole you cannot exit India."
"I don't care how you do it. Pay under the table; give me a fake passport or anything you have to do. I have to be in New York within two weeks."
NEXT DAY IN NEW YORK
Location: Geet's apartment in New York City
Today it was Sunday so Geet had washed her long hair. It was third day of Ayush's flu and medicines had finally started kicking in so he was feeling much better. Ayush had his breakfast and went to sleep. Once Ayush was sleeping, Geet went and took bath so she could shampoo her long hip length hair without disturbance.
She sat in her balcony where sunlight was radiating so she could dry her hair.
She was relaxing with her cup of black coffee and newspaper. Suddenly the bell rang surprising her as she only ever had two visitors, Matron and Rosie Aunty. Today being Sunday both would be at Church so who could ring the bell? Putting the safety latch, Geet slowly opened her door to find Maan Singh Khurana standing there looking extremely handsome and dashing in his white shirt and blue jeans.
Geet was about to shut the door, when he pushed his foot through the crack of door opening and spoke in his deep threatening baritone, "Mere muh par darwaaza bandh karne ki soochna bhi matt. Mai darwaaza todh ke bhi andar aa sakta hoon phir tum apne makaan malik ko jawaab dena." (Don't try slamming door on my face. I can break down the door to enter but then you will have tough time explaining to your landlord!)
Geet unlatched the door and let him in. Maan looked around and immediately got a warm feeling of home with bright coloured cushions and Ayush's toys scattered on the floor.
Geet bent down to pick up cushions and toys from the floor making her long semi dried hair come forward like a curtain making Maan close to loosing his senses. He wanted to bury his face in the shiny dark curtain of her hair having relaxing and romantic aroma of lavender. Maan averted his gaze to control his emotions. He looked around the apartment and there were mainly photographs of Anamika and Ayush and some with her batchmates.
Maan saw a steaming cup of black coffee on the side table and started sipping it. Geet was horrified, "Yeh kya kar rahe hain aap? Yeh meri jhooti coffee hai." (What are you doing? This is my sipped coffee.)
"Toh kya hua? Mujhe koi problem nahin hai. Tum apne liye ek aur banna lo!" (So what? I don't have any problem. You make a fresh cup for yourself!)
"Mr. Khurana, kya aap mujhe battaenge ki aap yahaan kyun aaye hain?" (Mr. Khurana, will you kindly tell me why are you here?)
"Tum churidaar kurte mein bahut sundar lagti ho!" (You look beautiful in a churidaar kurta.)
"Mr. Khurana, aap..." (Mr. Khurana, you...)
"Mr. Khurana nahi MAAN bolo." (Not Mr. Khurana, say MAAN.)
"Maine pehle bhi aap se kaha thaa ki mai apke Dadaji ki doctor hoon aur kuch nahi." (I had told you earlier that I'm only your grand father's doctor.)
"Magar mai sirf doctor-patient ka rishta nahi chahta hoon. Mai ek dusari tehara ka rishta chahta hoon." (But I'm not interested in this doctor-patient relationship. I want another kind of relationship.) Maan said coming close to Geet.
"Mai jaanti hoon ki aap ameerzaadon ko ek ladki se kaisa rishta chahiye! Magar maine aap se pehle bhi kahaa thaa aur phir keh rahi hoon ki mera peecha chodh deejiye meri sagaai Dr. Armaan Malik se ho chuki hai." (I know what kind of relationship you rich bachelors want from a girl. But I had told you earlier and I'm telling you again that stop thinking about any relationship as I'm engaged to Dr. Armaan Malik.)
"Sirf sagaai jo toot bhi sakti hai. Aur jiss mangetar ke liye tum mujhse ladh rahi ho woh toh ek dusari ladki nahi doctor ko abhi propose kar raha thaa. Kya naam thaa? Haan, Dr. Riddhima Gupta."(Only engagement which can be broken also. The fiance for whom you are fighting with me is currently proposing to another girl no another doctor. What was her name? Yes Dr. Riddhima Gupta.) Maan said looking at Armaan and Geet's picture but coming more closer.
"Aapko mere ghar ka patta kaise mila? Hospital se?" (How did you find my address? From hospital?) Geet moved away and tried to change the topic.
"Nahin! Nancy se." (No! From Nancy.)
"Nancy?"
Maan had tried to get Anamika's address through formal channels but was unable to. Then he tried non formal channel i.e his charm and flirting with Nurse trainee, Nancy and got Dr. Anna's address.
"Mr. Khurana, mai phirse pooch rahi hoon ki kya aap please mujhe battaenge ki aapko mere se kya kaam hai?" (Mr. Khurana, I'm again asking what work do you have with me?)
"Mai tumhei apna banna naa chahta hoon. Isse pehle tum galat samajhkar bharko, mai saaf-saaf batta doon,"MAI TUMSE SHAADI KARNA CHAHTA HOON ANAMIKA"!" (I want to make you mine. Before you start erupting and talking nonsense I will come to the point, "I WANT TO MARRY YOU ANAMIKA!")
"SHAADI?" (MARRIAGE?)
"Haan Shaadi. Kya tumhei manzoor hai?" (Yes marriage. Do you agree?)
"Mr. Khurana aap bilkul pagal ho gaye hain. You need a Psychiatrist!" (Mr. Khurana, you have lost your mental balance. You need a Psychiatrist!)
"No I need you Anamika sweetheart." Maan took her in his tight embrace.
"Aap..." Geet was struggling to get out of his strong manly embrace.
Just then Ayush came rubbing his eyes in his pajamas,"Maa, Mennu bathroom jaana hai."(Mom, I want to use the washroom.) Seeing Maan he stopped rubbing his eyes and stared at Maan. "Maa, yeh kaun hain?" (Mom, who is this?)
"Ayush, mai tumhari Maa ka friend hoon, Maan Singh Khurana." (Ayush, I'm your mother's friend, Maan Singh Khurana.) Geet gave Maan an angry glare."Ayush, I see you like soccar. Which is your favourite team?" Maan said trying to divert Ayush's attention.
"Man U"
"Ayush, tumhei bathroom jaana thaa naa?" (Ayush, you wanted to use the washroom?) Geet knew that soccar was Ayush's weakness.
"Haan Ayush tum bathroom ho kar aao phir hum baatein karenge. Mai abhi yaheen hoon. Lunch ke baad jaaongaa." (Yes Ayush, go to the washroom then we will talk. I'm here till after lunch.) Maan comfortably sat on the sofa there, ignoring Geet's angry glares.
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Edited by LM1991 - 9 years ago
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