Part 2
In India he heard a little beep off his cellphone and noticed that he had received a message, he noticed the number and closed his eyes visioning her sending the message, he opened it and read,'she got into Harvard, a dream once envisioned for me- she will full fill', he smiled and thought to himself- their Geeta had gotten into Harvard.
He was sure if Geet had heard his thought she would have said, "our Geeta? No Geet ki Geeta had gotten into Harvard." He remember when Geeta was born, and when it was time to name her, Geet had insisted on naming her Geeta, it had sounded crazy, (everything about Geet was crazy and she had managed to drive him crazy too), but she had said "when men can name their sons after themselves why can't women and since she is mine, she is going to be Geet's Geeta." He had wanted to yell at her and tell her that she wasn't just her baby she was his daughter too but hadn't had the ability to argue.. She was going to spend the rest of her life taking care of this little baby, making sacrifices and she had the right to name her whatever she wanted. Geet and he loved each other but after what Dev had done and with Dadima being extremely sick, Geet had decided that there was no future for them. She couldn't stay in the same house as Dev and she couldn't bring the truth out since that would have hurt Dadi, so she had taken the decision to leave.
He had been very lucky to have been there for Geeta's birth too. He he managed to keep tabs on Geet once she had left, he kept on receiving regular updates on her whereabouts and he had gotten the news that she had gone into he hospital to give birth, he had gotten on the next flight to Mumbai to make sure she was well taken care off, she was all alone and he had to be there for her. Geet had been suprised to see him there, he could read her eyes, they were asking him questions. He had taken her hand in his and said, "you know me, I could have never let you just leave, I love you too much, lets not talk about it and enjoy this moment." She had been too tired to say anything, she had just nodded and let him take care of her as she had given birth to her little baby girl. Once the baby had been born, it came time to name her, and Geet had decided she wanted the child to be as close as possible to her and had named her Geeta. Maan had objected but he had given up, she wondered why, it was never his nature to give up. But she had forgotten to ask any questions once Geeta had been placed into her arms once again, all cleaned up looking like an angel. She looked so much like Maan, which was a relief to her, cause she didn't know how she could have lived seeing Dev's face everyday. Maan on the other hand thought Geeta looked exactly like her mother. She had the big eyes, the little nose even at a few hours old her face seemed to have a million expressions.
Geet had also been happy that Maan was overjoyed to hear that the last name was going to be Khurana. After all he had said before she left that it was his baby that she was carrying. He was glad though that Geeta was going to have his family name, Geeta was after-all the rightful heir to all that he and his Dadima had worked so hard for. She was not to be held responsible for the mistakes made by his family. If only Dev hadn't been his brother they would have been a happy family and her baby would have had a mom and dad. He had insisted that she return but she had declined, she wanted to go as far away as possible, from the hurt and especially from him. It hurt too much to not be close to him and she couldn't take it anymore. They had argued for hours but finally had come to a one-sided compromise, Geet would go where-ever she wanted as long as she kept in touch with him. She could choose the method off keeping in touch but he wanted to know always that she was safe and okay. She had accepted the terms and after a day they had parted ways.
But all that didn't matter to him in the present , they were his family and were always going to be his family. Suddenly he was brought back to reality when he heard someone call his name,"Maan, I have been looking all over for you, Mr. Patil is waiting for you in the conference room, the meeting was supposed to have already started, are you ready?"
He turned and saw Adi , the VP of his company and above all his best friend, standing in the doorway and smiled,"yes I am ready, once the meeting is over could you please call Pinky and have her meet us for dinner." Adi nodded a yes and told him he would talk to Pinky after the meeting.
By the time the meeting was over it was already 7:30 pm, Adi looked at his watch and frowned, He was sure that Pinky would have already finished cooking dinner at home and would be extremely upset if he called her now telling her that they were going to go out for dinner. So he decided to invite Maan over for dinner instead, he was sure that there would be enough food for everyone since Pinky loved food and always made a ton. He smiled when he thought of her, who would have known all those years ago that they would have married. 18 years was a long time, in all those years so much had happened, they had seen so much heartache and they felt helpless on their inability to do anything for their best friends. It hurt to see them so lonely without each other to a point where they actually felt guilty for having each other to be happy with. He shook himself out of those thoughts and went to Maan.
Adi- "Maan, the meeting ran late so I couldn't call Pinky about the dinner plans, you know her well, she will kill me if I tell her know. I am sure since you know her so well, you know she probably has already made dinner to feed an army why don't you come over to our place instead for dinner."
Maan nodded yes and replied, "No, problem, I sure don't want to face the wrath of your wife, plus it doesn't really matter where we have dinner as long as the three of us are together. There is something we need to celebrate." and smiled at Adi.
Adi looked a little confused but he was sure that it had something to do with Geeta, since her achievements were the only things the three of them celebrated in private. They had celebrated her first tooth, he first steps, her first day at kindergarten, her pre-school graduation, every birthday and so on and so on. Every little thing related to her was celebrated. And he looked forward to these celebrations as these were the only times he saw Maan truly happy. He wasn't sure what made Maan happier, getting messages from Geet or about Geeta. Maan acted like a proud father every time Geeta achieved something. He was going to ask what the celebration was for, but before he could, Maan shook his head and said,"I am not saying anything until the three of us are together."
They left the office at around 8pm once everything was done and arrived at Adi and Pinky's at 8:30pm.
It had been a long day and Pinky was suprised to see Maan with Adi. Or as she would say pleasantly surprised,"Jiju, you here? something special? are you hungry? what do you want to eat?"she kept on asking questions without giving Maan a chance to answer them. And her questions always revolved around food, Maan never understood how she managed to always have food on her person. He had gotten annoyed initially when she started working for his company as a receptionist, but had gotten used to it over the years and now it seemed comical.
She had called him Jiju from the first time she had found out about him and Geet, how they were in love and how they were going to be together, she had never seen what was going to happen- them getting separated, her heart ached seeing them in pain, but Geet had been stuburn. However she had continued to call Maan, Jiju and he had never corrected her all these years. He in-fact liked it cause it gave some normalcy to the relationship he had with Geet. Only Adi and Pinky understood why he never got married.
"So what is going on? What is the good news that jiju you came here to give us, come on tell us" Pinky said.
"Our Geeta got into Harvard"he exclaimed. His chest seemed to double in size with the pride he felt for her.
Pinky started to cry tears of joy and hurt. She missed Geet. She would receive calls and letters every now and then from Geet, but it wasn't the same. She wasn't here.
"No, no today is not a day to cry, we need to celebrate"Maan went to Pinky and put his hand on her head, she was like his little sister.
"Adi, why don't you take care of Pinky and I will serve us all food, by the where is Sameer?"
"Oh! Sameer went out with some friends today, he didn't know you were coming over, or else he would have stayed home" Pinky replied.
Sameer was Pinky and Adi's son. He seemed to have all the qualities of Pinky and Adi, he was caring, smart and above all he loved food. Maan Uncle seemed to have a really huge space in his heart. Since Maan couldn't shower his love on Geeta, he had papmered Sameer instead. Neither Pinky nor Adi seemed to mind.
"He is a grownup kid now, its good he has a social life. Be proud that he has friends else he would turn out like me, you don't want that happening trust me" Maan replied with just a strain of sadness in his voice. He quickly changed his mood and went to the kitchen.
Adi looked at Pinky and made sure she was okay."Pinky do you think that Maan and Geet will ever get back together? It's been so many years yet they live like they are married to each other only without each other"he asked her.
"I don't know Adi, but I pray everyday that they find happiness once again. They are meant to be together, I just hope one day Babaji hears my prayers, lets not have long faces else it will affect Maan too and today is a really happy day for him, lets enjoy ourselves." Pinky said to her husband.
Adi nodded and they went to the dining table, Maan had already served the food and drink. The started talking and reminiscing about the good times. They celebrated long into the night.
Hope you all like it, please leave comments. Please let me know what you liked and what you didn't. The first few parts are just going to introduce you all to the main characters lives. So please be patient.
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Edited by Poli.Geek - 13 years ago
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