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here are a few things i have noticed and want to clear it once and for all

1) SANEYEEKA- you didn’t like the concept… why are you guys restricting me to only one genre?Ouch
please don’t read it for the sake of just reading.. everytime logic cannot explain everything. you have to read between the words.
Saneyeeka is an incomplete story but i guess it was a wrong decision to put it in GF
sorry for bothering you guys but I realized no one is even interested to enjoy an incomplete story because such stories give readers a lot of freedom to assume and take the story as they want. Saneyeeka is very different, defies all logic…  but its close to my heart. Thank you those you liked it.

2) on the first update of this ff i had asked everyone if they needed translations.. but it was disappointing to see none of you replied!Shocked WHY? My college is starting from 1st july, i know how I slogged with studies n ffs the whole last year and this is what i get….NO RESPONSE?Ouch Do reply if you need translations or not. it will save a lot of my time.

3) RESPONSE to this ff… guys please be honest and tell me if you want me to write further. I had decided to quit writing after SANEYEEKA because of personal reasons.. but still i couldn’t stop myself. If you guys really don’t want it, let me know. I have got a hectic schedule ahead and still am madly  typing the chapters so that i don’t make you wait so long.  I had even wasted my evenings just typing and not studying for my xams. PLEASE BE FRANK and let me know if I should continue or not. REALLY VERY HURT.


She walked past him not even sparing him a look. She was hot, she was sexy and she had the guts to ignore the MSK. He looked at Myra and walked back to his seat, “Geet…so thats your name! Hopefully we shall met again…very soon.”



Two month passed since then and both forgot each other. Geet got busy with her college and her father never stopped pampering her. nisha went to wake her up for college and pulled away the curtains of her room.

“Parkati…uth ja… college nahi jana hain kya?”

[Parkati…wake up. Don’t you have to go to college?]

Geet pulled the spread over her head, “Chachi…sone do na please..i don’t feel like going to college…”

[Chachi…let me sleep..i don’t feel like going to college..]

Nisha smiled and sat beside her, pulling away her spread. She made a face and dipped her face into nisha’s lap, trying to hide away from light. She caressed her hair and spoke softly, “Geet..wake up will get late…”

“umm…”, she snuggled closer and then spoke up, “Chachi…Ana kab aayegi?”

[Chachi… when is Ana coming back?]


Nisha looked at Geet…she was so dynamic, she had a huge friends’ circle but her best friend was none other than her own daughter Antara whom Geet madam called Ana because she wanted it super cool.

“her sessions will end this March and she will come after that.. now you better get ready, fast.”

Geet lazily went to take a bath. She never had to behave differently with Chachi. In fact, in front of Nisha Geet was a kid. 

Nisha came back carrying her breakfast knowing Geet will be late. She was shocked seeing Geet wear very short pants and a loose top. She kept the tray beside and eyed her angrily.

“Geet…what is this?”

Geet put on her kohl and looked back, “what Chachi?”

Nisha sighed, hearing her tone. She was ‘Geet handa’ now.

“do you realize what you are wearing and where are you going? Can you please be decent?

“Chachi…its okay.. you don’t have to worry. Its me…geet handa after all.”

Nisha just rolled her eyes and walked off. These generation kids were out of her understanding and Mohinder spoiled the girls even more by pampering them. Antara was better off because she was away but still she was worried what London might have done to her daughter.


Maan entered the huge dining area and kissed his mom, “morning maa…”

“good morning beta…”, Avantika smiled seeing her son.

Maan sat down, having his breakfast when avantika looked at him worried, “whats this page 3 stuff again maan? Do you even care about what people talk about you hearing those news 24/7?”

“Mom… I don’t care what they think or say… its my life and they shouldn’t worry about it..”

“don’t you think this is too much?”, she was really worried seeing her son with so many girls, though she never knew of him spending nights with them.

He knew there was no point in arguing with his mom. He just tried to change the topic, “I have to leave for Paris next week…got some work to take care of.”


He drove out, wearing his glasses, putting the tainted glasses up. He stopped by the signal. It was the peak hour of the morning and traffic was heavy. He sighed and made some calls to his office. Myra for some reasons had made her way to stay longer with him. he just turned sideways for a while and saw her behind the wheels of her convertible. She wore her sun glasses but her red lips, he marked, reminded him of her. the signal turned green and she drove off. He blinked a couple of times… and flashes of that night came back to him. her moves, her eyes… her lips… he wondered how he never forgot her. though she never ruled his mind, but she was still present at the back of his mind. he was reminded her words to Myra and smiled to himself. He heard cars honking behind him and shook his head. She was someone who probably never had that much significance to come into his view. He pushed her out of her thoughts, though knowing very clearly that it was her.


Geet met up with Jazz who had coincidentally made into the same college as her. she walked to her class, flaunting herself and the guys just looked on, hungrily. she felt something and saw Arjun staring at her.  He had come to visit Jazz. she gave a sly smile and gestured at Jazz. He pulled Jazz close but his eyes stayed on Geet. Geet walked into her class and sat on her seat. The guys were all set to impress her but she’d buy none.  It was during her break when a guy came to her and offered her a red rose. She looked at him sarcastically, waiting for him to proceed. He was a good looking decent guy and he had a crush on Geet. he knelt down and held her hand.

“Geet…i had been waiting to tell you this and I finally got a chance. I really like you a lot.. you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen. Can we work it out? I love you…”

She gave him a are-you-serious-look. Other girls were just awed by his sincerity. He looked genuine and it seemed he really liked her a lot.

Geet stood up, threw the rose down and stepped on it. he was shocked. She looked at him from top to bottom and squashed the rose mercilessly, “just buzz off you dumb witted moron…”

He was so shocked… he was ready to take her rejection but not in this way. It hurt him a lot.

“you could have been polite too in your approach Geet…”

“don’t you dare think of me again… “, she spoke coldly, “you are nothing but a  piece of sh*t…so just buzz off”

She walked away, crushing the rose badly. He never expected her to be this rude. He was hurt very badly. She could have been polite in her rejection. The girls gave him sympathetic looks, feeling really bad for him. he was a very nice guy they knew it but who knew  she’d turn out to be so heartless so cold…so inconsiderate!


Geet felt proud of herself. For her, a lowlife such as him wasn’t supposed to even think of her and he dared to go in front of her. Arjun took Jazz for an outing, impressed with Geet…well he had been since day one. Geet ignored and got to her class. Later in the evening, she stayed back home. Nisha was surprised, seeing her on the couch. She sat beside her, “how come you stayed back home today?”

“aaj mood nahi tha bahar jaane ka Chachi…”. she spoke, flipping through a magazine.

[I was in no mood to go out Chachi…]

Nisha sighed…Geet has stayed back means there must be a strong reason behind it. 

“bata de parkati…kuch tho reason hoga hi..”

[spit it out Parkati.. there must be some reason…]

She looked at nisha cutely, “when is dad coming back Chachi?”

“I knew it… Is it something to do with your birthday next week?”

Geet smiled to herself, keeping her mouth shut but Nisha knew Geet was up for another extravagant party or something of that sort. She just left it there. One was there to pamper and one was ready to get pampered.


Maan walked out of his meeting feeling very tired. He got a text from Myra asking him to meet her at her flat. He just ignored and drove straight to home. Avantika too was surprised to see him back so early. She tried to ask but he just went to his room, changed and dashed out to his gym.


He was working out, recalling whatever happened in the office or he missed anything. He was very particular about his work. He closed his eyes for a moment while on the treadmill when her red lips flashed in his mind. his eyes snapped open… he has not forgotten her. he was then reminded of their brief dance months back… she was pretty, he had to admit. Her skin was so soft…he could still feel that silkiness on his fingers. He wondered what was wrong with him. he usually forgets girls the next morning itself..but he remembered every little thing about her. the way her lips curved when she puffed in that cigarette…her slender fingers wound around that flimsy roll, her dance…he smiled to himself, “you do seem to be an interesting person…geet!”

He was surprised with himself…he still remembered her name after so long. He increased the speed and thought deeper. Their encounter this morning…umm.. was it her? he shook his head…why did he even need to rethink on it? it was definitely her, he could just say. Her words to Myra on him were something that pulled him towards her personality.


He wiped his sweat and stood under the shower, lost in his world. He, for the first time, felt being swept away to some other world just with their one encounter. He wondered what will happen if they actually meet. He came out wiping his hair when he got a call from his PA Adi informing about the ill health of one of his employees. He thought for a while…without him the project would be delayed. He heard from Adi that he had been hospitalized too.

“okay Adi…make sure all the hospital charges are paid by Khurana Empires.. Mr Mehta has served us for years..we just cant let his sickness get the better of him. I want this project complete as fast as possible..”

Adi heard the phone being disconnected and wondered what was wrong with his boss. He spent most of his nights with different girls, he spent money like water, he was always under scanner due to his I-don’t-give-a-damn attitude, he was rude, arrogant, egoistic and what not..and he was so considerate of his employees, didn’t even think for once before taking such decisions and he just simply gave his verdict. The more he thought, the more he became confused. He just did what was instructed, not going deeper into ‘boss analysis.’


Geet ran to her dad as soon as he reached home. Mohinder smiled and took her in his arms.

“my Princess has come to me today… umm umm.. is there something she wants?”

Geet knew she just had to wish. She walked with him and sat on the couch.

“I want to go to Paris dad…”

Nisha sat there, watching the father-daughter talk.

“what?”, Mohinder was surprised.

“it will be my birthday gift… I want to celebrate my birthday there with my friends..”

“you can celebrate it here itself… we will plan a huge party..but not so far darling…”

“dad please… I want to go..i had always wished for it…”


Mohinder got up and went to his room. She followed still firm on her stand.

“You are small Geet… you won’t be able to manage things alone…”

She stood straight, looking straight into his eyes. She was small? Her ego was hurt big time.

“dad,… don’t forget I am Geet Handa…”, she spoke confidently.

Mohinder stopped for a while and then turned to look at his stubborn daughter. He knew she was confident…he knew if she wished she could just rule the world..but she was still daddy’s little princess. He saw that flare in her eyes…maybe she was not so small after all. He felt proud seeing her like that.  he knew he could mould her young mind if he wanted.

“Fine then…i will let you go but on one condition…”

Her face lit up, “Anything…”

Mohinder thought for a while and looked at her, “there is a conference the next day of your birthday… and since you are going I want you to get some documents signed by Mr Khurana…”


Geet heard him carefully. It was a big responsibility and she just wouldn’t let her father down, no matter what.

“Mr Khurana?”

“umm…Maan Khurana. I have been after him for quite a while but he is sure a smart guy. I give you the responsibility of getting this deal signed by him. rest I will manage…”

Mohinder knew this will give Geet quite a lot exposure to his business which she seemed very interested in too. Meeting Maan Khurana was almost next to impossible unless he himself wished to. And knowing Geet, he was pretty sure she will do what he hasn’t been able to do. She was his trump card after all…his pride.

Geet hugged her dad, “thanks a lot dad…i love you…”

“love you too Princess… but I want no mistakes..”

“there will be none Dad…trust me..”, she didn’t even let him complete his sentence. That confidence, those ambitious eyes and that aura oozing out of her was what Mohinder needed.

“you can relax… I will arrange for your tickets by weekend.”

Geet had a wide smile on her face. She felt proud that her dad trusted her so much. she called up her friends to inform about her plans. Jazz was in heaven now…and of course she did call Arjun to join her. how could he just refuse?


Maan and Myra sat in the 7 star hotel, having dinner. Myra wore a short revealing dress, flaunting her curves, throwing glances at maan. He was busy texting someone when he felt that aura again…her presence. He cursed himself…what was wrong with him? 2 months had passed since that incident and he hadn’t been able to  forget her. not that he thought of her 24/7 but she remained in his mind all the time. Ohh how much he hated being this influenced by someone and then he heard her laugh. He turned towards the sound, only to see her sitting at a corner with her friends, holding a glass of red wine. Instinctively his eyes were drawn towards those red lips that had taken away his peace.


She wore a simple jeans and top, very unlike that party night but she looked absolutely hot. The red wine complimented her lips really well, as she sipped in. He was just spellbound. He had never expected to see her again after that night for he thought she was insignificant but he did see her, not once but twice. Flashes of that night haunted him…his eyes just stuck on her. she turned feeling something on her and their eyes met again. It was just like the first day they had felt like this… and this time they couldn’t ignore…both of them being so close to each other. She was just a few feet away from him. so she did belong to the same city as him, he concluded and didn’t know why he felt glad about that.


Geet was least expecting to find him ever again but she was surprised to see him looking at her direction. Umm..she smiled…he did remember her. rahul saw her looking a different way.

“hey Geet..where are you lost?”

Her concentration broke and she looked at rahul, giving him a weak smile. Maan just noticed her gestures… so much grace even while she moved her hands..he liked it. he just kept on watching her for a while somewhere knowing well that she’d definitely come to him…he was Maan Singh Khurana after all. But he had mistaken her again perhaps. She looked back at him again and smiled. Ohh… he was sweetly surprised to see her react to him.


He smiled back at her when she twitched her brows pointing towards Myra with a ‘what-are-you-still-doing-with-her’ look. Myra was busy eating so she didn’t see them. He suppressed his smile and shrugged his shoulders, having no solid answer to her. she winked at him and raised her glass to him meaning ‘all-the-best-with-that’. he smiled and raised his glass back at her and sipped in his drink.  She turned back to her friends, completely forgetting about him, but she did feel his gaze all over her. but she knew who she was and what she was. She was used to such stuffs…so she just ignored.

He watched her every move, silently. Myra noticed him lost somewhere.

“where are you lost darling?”, she leaned closer to caress his cheek, revealing her bosom completely to him. he flinched back a bit and looked at her coldly, “umm..nothing… “

He looked at her, revealing herself like that… she didn’t appeal him anymore perhaps. Just that he had tag with her till his project was done. He watched Geet get up, still holding her glass. She was on a call… umm what did she do? He wondered. Same time Myra got up to get to the washroom.

She just turned to leave and she collided with someone and then felt something wet her dress.


Geet was on a call when she collided with someone and apologized immediately, “am sorry.. I didn’t see…”, and then she heard a scream, “ohh my god..what have you done you bi***”

Geet looked up somewhere recognizing that voice and saw the wine stain over her bosom. She felt like laughing but suppressed herself. She looked up in attitude only to see Myra glaring at her.

“cant you see where you are walking… ohh its you sl**…”, she spoke rather rudely, recognizing Geet, “can’t believe you can afford to be at this place…”

Geet maintained her calm, “ohh someone seems to remember me well even after two whole months…”, her eyes fell on maan behind her who was watching her so keenly, “lucky me…”, she spoke naughtily.

He smiled, understanding the hidden indication to him behind her words. She wasn’t rude, she didn’t look angry either…she was rather calm, just like that night. Myra just hated that…and she caught her gaze at maan…she fumed even more. She wouldn’t let her go this easily. She had insulted her big time that night. Geet turned to leave when Myra blocked her way, “not so fast miss sl**… you have to compensate for my loss…”

Other people present there were surprised hear such words from Myra but they watched the drama quietly just as maan. Geet looked at Myra sarcastically waiting for her to continue.

“either you clean my dress and restore it as new as before or apologize properly…in front of everyone.” Myra smirked.

Geet’s friends were worried a bit seeing the fight…but then they knew Myra had messed up with the wrong person.


Geet kept her phone in her pocket and moved the glass a bit, stirring the left over wine in it.


“yeah right Meera…”

“its Myra M-Y-R-A…”

“yeah whatever.. just listen! I had apologized from the beginning…”

“I couldn’t hear that..”, Myra bit back, hell bent on insulting her.

“well… that I did and golden words are not supposed to be repeated…especially when I say those. I have apologized and that itself is a big thing for you…be happy with that for Geet doesn’t apologize to anyone. As for you not hearing it…I can’t help it…”

“You arrogant…”

“I have not finished yet Meera…clean your dress.. well only if you could strip for me in public. Can’t believe I am that lucky…”, she winked at her. her friends came and she walked out, gracefully, leaving a fuming Myra behind. Maan smiled while she crossed him. he was surprised to feel her fingers gently glide over his shoulder as she walked away. He looked at her when he saw a guy wrap his hand around her waist.  She didn’t even look back, yet her touch lingered over him.  he kept on watching that retreating figure…interesting that she was, she managed to leave his disturbed yet again.

Myra stomped her foot and sat with a thump, “I will just kill her… did you see how arrogant she was? Why didn’t you even tell her anything maan?”

He was probably lost in some other world. He heard Myra crib and then looked at her coldly, “Are you done? We have to leave. Don’t pull me into all these… you can handle this better Myra.”

Myra was shocked to hear him so cold and that’s what he was-Maan Singh Khurana. He did what he felt like and none could just challenge him. she sighed and went to clean herself, mentally swearing on Geet…she’d have her revenge some day.


next: together in Paris


Posted by on 29/06/2013 in ~Abhi Nahin Aana~





It was their first wedding anniversary and she decided to spend time with him. He wanted to have a grand celebration but she denied.

“I want to spend all my time with you today…and forever!”

He couldn’t understand the last bit of her sentence but he complied to his beloved wife’s wishes. The morning was so beautiful but she pulled the windows close and fell on him on the bed. He noticed her carefully…she had a very different look all together. It was very unlike her to pull the curtains close on such a beautiful morning. Nevertheless, he pulled her naked petite self in his arms and kissed her lazily. She smiled, feeling the corners of her eyes burn. She kissed him back so passionately…so lovingly and so wildly hat he was amused to see her so desperate for the first time. It was always him, who had been so desperate for her, but he was seeing her like this for the first time. He felt her draw every sweetness of his mouth…like it was the first and the last time she was loving him. He flipped her on the bed and came on top of her, “what are you worried about?”

She smiled and hugged him close, hiding herself in his arms, “nothing! I love you…”


He stilled hearing that from her…. It was the first time ever she had spoken those words to him. He felt her so emotional… he couldn’t help but draw back and look at her face. She had so much love in her eyes… he didn’t know if it was for happiness or she was too emotional. He just pulled her close, leaving no space between them, making love to her, till his heart’s content. She let him do whatever he liked for the day. She cooked his favourite food, she did whatever he asked her to…. but he was a little restless. May be he was just assuming things..he thought and let it go. He took her out for a sweet romantic candlelight dinner and gifted her a very beautiful diamond pendant with a small flute as the pendant, studded with diamond. She did nothing but smile and watch every gesture of his so carefully…so lovingly…he literally felt a little conscious about that. She pampered him like anything…just like those days.


They came back early when she insisted on going to their room. He sighed and took her in. the room was dimly lit and decorated with candles…just like their first night together. He was awed by the beauty of it. He watched her drag him out of the room.

“Geet..what are you doing?”

She pecked his cheeks and made a baby face, “come inside only after 10 minutes.”

“No..i can’t do that…”, he definitely didn’t want to stay away from her for a single moment.

“Maan please na… 10 minutes..”

“nahi…” and he tried to barge in. she stopped him at the door, “okay okay 8 minutes…”




“ok 6…that’s it!”


He stood by the door, making a grumpy face while she shut the door and went in. he kept on watching his watch continuously… stalking the second’s hand and the moment it completed the sixth minute, he knocked. Strangely, the door was left open. He was totally shocked at her naughtiness. He made a face and barged in. totally in mood to teach her a lesson for playing with him. He stood rooted,, seeing her stand by the mirror, in that same red sari as that night…her hair left loose just like that night… red vermillion adoring her maang just like that night and that mangalsutra he had gifted to her…again just like that night. But he noticed something else. Her eyes were teary…he didn’t know why… and she looked more beautiful than she had ever looked..not on her birthday when he had kissed her, not when he had seen her face for the first time, not when she had worn his choice of clothes and not even then when she had worn the same sari and adorned the same look on their first night. She looked out of this world… a beauty so beautiful that couldn’t be pictured or told. 

He slowly walked closer to her, his breath stuck in his throat..was she even real? She looked so serene…so like an angel. He strode across the floor and held her by her waist. A few curls teased her cheeks. In a trance, he just pushed those curls away and kissed her forehead, “you look so beautiful…”

She blushed and looked down, “will you dance with me?”, she asked meekly.


He just held her hand and pulled her close. She turned on a soft music     and held his shoulder. His eyes looked directly into hers… trying to fathom the love he was seeing for him..and they swayed to the music. There was no space for words or anything else. The wind dropped to a gentle whisper and the weather turned chilly. She kept admiring him and placed her head over his chest, hearing his heartbeats. and none realized how long they swayed to the music like that. she held his hand softly and pulled him to the bed. She lied down and gestured him to lie down beside her. He did as she wished. Their fingers were laced with each other and they looked at the ceiling. Silence prevailed for a while when she spoke up, “my birthday was the most beautiful birthday ever…”

He squeezed her hand gently, “but my life had become beautiful the day I saw you for the first time dancing in the rain…”

“seeing you again was the best thing ever…”

“finding you again was finding my life back..”


And silence prevailed yet again. They remained like that for sometime when she slipped away from him and walked to the window. He watched her lovingly, sit by the window and put her flute to her lips. He closed his eyes, listening to that sweet melody….he recalled, she was playing the same tune that she had been playing that night in hoshiyarpur. So many memories came back to him, reminding him of their first meeting, their first kiss, him seeing her face, their marriage… their nok jhok…. A smile teased his lips as he listened to that sweet tune emanating from her lips as he felt tenderly drowsy. She played and played and played and he never realized when he had slept off, listening to her,


The night turned even darker when she stopped and stood up. Moon was at her brightest… the stars waiting for her next move. she smiled and turned to him. He was fast asleep…he looked so innocent, so much at peace. She slowly walked across the carpet towards him. She didn’t even realize when her flute slipped out of her hands and fell on the floor, making a sweet noise. He didn’t even flinch. She sat beside him and leaned closer to him. She watched him for a while and caressed his forehead gently, “My job is over and I have to leave. If you ever need me, just close your eyes and try to feel the wind, dancing around you…the shimmering moonlight that brought me to you and the stars that conspired to make us meet. Mein tho bas yahin hoon…bas aapko dekhna hain mujhe…be happy Maan because that’s what you deserve!”

She pressed a kiss over his forehead and walked out, leaving everything behind!



He stood by the window holding her Saneyeeka close to his heart. He closed his eyes and poured all his worried and remained calm. Its been years and he could still remember the moment when he had found her missing.



He woke up lazily, stretching his arms, seeking her warmth. He had never slept this long ever or this deep. He looked around searching for her, “Geet… jaan where are you?”


He looked around the room, the washroom when she had failed to show up even after a long time. He looked around the corridor, the living area, kitchen, backyard, lawn… a panic stirred his entire existence as his calmness broke. He searched all around madly…it was so strange…she was with him the whole time and then suddenly she disappeared? He called for the servants asking her whereabouts but none knew anything about her. He was scared to death…where could she go…or was she alright? He tried to think of places she could go but she stepped out only with him… she had always confined herself to the mansion. She didn’t have proper friends. He didn’t even know what to do…whether to call her father or the police.. he was so disturbed. he had no idea where she could have gone and unwillingly called the police. They searched the entire house again and asked him call her mobile number if she had. He cursed himself for nothing thinking about the phone. He immediately dialed her number and they heard it ring somewhere around his room. Was she there…just like that last time? He tried to hold on to the tinies of hopes and ran to their room. He could see her phone blinking by the side table.


His hopes seemed to shatter as he went closer and it was then his eyes fell on her flute, lying lifelessly on he floor. Her flute? It was there…that means she is somewhere near…he was sure of it he picked up the flute and held it close to his heart, “Geet…just come back to me wherever you are..please…”

He heard nothing but the police and people talking around, asking him if she was kidnapped or something. he answered them correct and they asked for her photo, in case they had to search for the missing. He opened the cupboard and searched all the albums… strangely there was none of her pics that he could find. He thought for a while….getting things clearer. Was it a coincidence or weird… they never had a pic taken together or her single as well. he had a few pics together but she wasn’t very clearly visible in them. His heart ached…why did she go away?


By night, he sat all alone in his room, holding her flute, lost, dejected. Her father was shocked and too broken to hear the news. Even his tears refused to come out of his eyes… he was perhaps shattered once again..the house was haunted yet again…he was back to square one! It was as if time had taken a reverse gear and left him where he had started off with. He looked at that lifeless flute and recalled her words, “just hold it close to your heart and it will take away all your pain…”

He somehow managed to press it close to his chest and closed his eyes, “you left me….all alone…”

He didn’t know why but he felt her whisper in his ears, “people come to our lives only to go away… “

He snapped his eyes open and he looked around…was she back to him? Her flute stayed back… she will come to get it..Won’t she?



He smiled and looked at the shimmering moon..that seemed to shine brighter than usual. The search for her went for one whole year when the police finally decided to declare her dead. He was so against it…but he was calm. He was scared, lost, shattered but he never lost his sanity. Her flute stayed beside him all the time and he’d pour out all his pain to her…and now it was a miracle for him that it indeed took his pain away, keeping him from breaking down. Mohinder passed away soon after Geet was declared dead. He was left all alone but he did not falter this time.


Its been years now..and he just knew she was somewhere around..he believed that she was there…her flute was the proof of it. She had been so possessive about her stupid silver stick…and he was amused that she left it behind her. Come to think of it… her words came true…whatever she had told him..she left him but she left him strong. She was probably a divine intervention in his life who descended to earth to hold him firm… her job was done and she left. She was like a story…mysterious yet so beautiful.

“…hum sab ek ek kahani ki tarah hote hain jo dusri kahaniyon ke saath judte jaate hain… jab koi ek kahani khatam hoti hain…tho kahaniyan alag ho jaati hain!”


He smiled remembering their togetherness…the chunn chunn of her payal… and felt the wind dancing around him.  He was reminded of her words…he could never recall when he had heard those but they always remained in the back of his mind, “…, just close your eyes and try to feel the wind, dancing around you…the shimmering moonlight that brought me to you and the stars that conspired to make us meet. Mein tho bas yahin hoon…bas aapko dekhna hain mujhe…”

He was alone..forever, but he wasn’t sad because he knew she has to come back someday. He felt her touch on his shoulder and he made a baby face, “you have to come back… for you left your Saneyeeka with me…”



many of you will be mad at me for this but i wanted to take my liberty as a risk as well to explore one of MY fav. genres. THANK YOU all who have supported me in this.


Posted by on 28/06/2013 in MG SS: SANEYEEKA