It was a year to their marriage now…1 year, 1 month and 3days to be precise! She was the happiest person today. Her feet were not in the ground…she was flying…soaring high in the sky. Dadima was finally back on their anniversary and geet’s birthday. There was a grand celebration to commemorate this day as it was very much necessary for the world to meet mrs khurana! Namra was going to be 8 now and dia was 6 and a half. She was quite chirpy the whole day. She just couldn’t wait for him to come back home. Her wishes had come true. She finished with her work and closed her lappy. She had decided to work from home for some time, especially for the kids. She swirled around and smiled and get to their room. It still had his aroma…she held his shirt and pretended to be holding him. she giggled and waltzed to an unknown music of her heart.
She finally settled on the bed and kissed his photograph that she had placed by the bed lamp on her side of the bed.
“you better come back soon…i just can’t wait to have you with me..”
She blushed thinking about how he might react…she was just too excited. She could have probably spent the whole day just talking to his photograph when the kids were back from school. She sighed and texted him with a kiss smiley and went to attend the kids.
He was sitting in a meeting when his phone vibrated. He looked at the name and couldn’t resist smiling. He’d have ignored it if it was anyone else for he was very particular about his meetings and stuff. He even tried to do the same with her message too, saving it for the time he will be free. But that intense pull towards her seemed to get stronger each passing day. He tried to concentrate on the meeting but he couldn’t even sit still for just five minutes. He sighed and opened the message. He was sweetly surprised seeing the smiley but then he couldn’t understand the reason for it. he thought if he had forgotten anything but nothing came to his mind. anyways he tried to focus on the meeting and replied her back with a small text—Don’t distract me from the meeting.
He waited for her reply, totally excited to see her reaction but there was no reply. He wondered why she even sent him a text when she herself was not interested in it. he kept his phone inside and went to attend some other works, very well knowing her bubbly naughty nature.
She was busy with the kids and totally forgot about the text. She had even left her phone in their room. She was just too happy. She gave all her time to the kids and dadima. She didn’t even realize how time flew away so fast. She served dinner to the three and looked at the watch. It struck 9 and he just stepped in, texting someone. He looked a bit busy. Her hopeful eyes just couldn’t wait to catch a glimpse of his but he just walked away, totally lost in work. He even asked nakul to get his dinner to the study. Dadima saw geet sighing sadly, seeing him walk away like that. she had seen geet quite excited the whole day and her reaction seeing maan confirmed that she was so waiting for him.
Dadima cleared her throat, “geet…beta you look worried. Is something bothering you? We have been seeing you restless since the morning…”
She gave a weak smile, “ahh no dadima… its nothing important…”
Dadima had seen their care for each other, their love, their stupid fights everything… she just hoped whatever it was, it just never pained them. Geet set his tray and sent it with nakul while she got the kids to their room, telling them stories and listening their talks. She kissed their foreheads while they slept and walked back to her room. Dadima had retired for the day and she saw nakul get maan’s plates. She sighed and instructed him to retire for the day. The rest were all gone. She switched off the lights of the hall and went in. He had already changed and was flipping through a file sitting on the bed. When it came to his work, she never ever interfered. She had waited the whole day…so what’s wrong in waiting for a few moments more?
She looked at him for a while and then went to change. She still wore her shorts and his shirt. They had replaced her night suit. She came out tying her hair up in a bun. She saw him keeping his files away on the shelf. She smiled and went to him, snaking her arms around him, placing her head on his shoulder. He smiled and kept doing his work.
“what was that smiley about in the morning?”, he inquired, “you didn’t even reply me back…”
It was then she realized that she completely forgotten about it. she giggled to herself hearing his complaint knowing very well that he might have got really restless.
“umm…actually I had been dying to tell you something…”
He turned around and held her in his arms. She comfortably placed her head over his chest. Her one hand held him while the other held his hand and placed it over her tummy, “do you feel anything maan?”, her voice cracked.
It took him a few seconds to realize what she was speaking about. His eyes glittered with joy as he caressed her tummy. He instantly straightened and cupped her face. Her eyes were tear struck. He himself was getting emotional, “is it for real? Is it a dream?”
She shook her head as a lone tear escaped her eyes, “no its no dream… I am pregnant…”
He didn’t even realize when tears had clouded his eyes too. He lifted her up and twirled her around, “ohh geet I love you…I love you…I love you a lot…” she giggled seeing him so so happy…probably more than her and why would he not. He still couldn’t forget his first baby…and he still held himself responsible for her loss. Though he didn’t express that openly to her but she could guess. He put her down and suddenly became really worried, recalling the doctor’s advice. He had taken her for regular checkups and the doctor did advice to be careful. He wiped her tears and kissed her softly. She smiled into his mouth but felt his ragged tensed breaths. She pulled her and cupped his face, “what happened maan?”
Unable to hold himself back, he hugged her tightly, letting his tears wet her shoulder. She couldn’t understand anything but stopped feeling his tears.
“I am scared…”, he confessed honestly, “I want you all fine…”
She realized the extent of his hurt especially about the baby thing. He had never ever complained nor even questioned her about the baby. But her condition post miscarriage had literally shook him. that’s why, she realized he had been very careful with her, making sure she had medicines regularly, and even forced her to consult with a doctor even if she had the slightest of health issues.
“I am all fine maan…”, she caressed his head softly, kissing his forehead, “I promise I will be fine… my baby is coming back to me…”
He looked at her tear struck face and kissed her eyes, overwhelmed with the surge of emotions, “yes…he is coming back…” he kissed her nose, “my baby…”, he spoke out, feeling choked.
She held his hand and placed it on her still flat tummy, “its all yours maan… “
He knelt down and kissed her stomach, “only mine… “
She smiled seeing him behave like a kid, “hmm…only yours…”
He lifted her up and made her lie down on the bed and slipped beside her, “does dadima know about it?”
She turned to him and bit his nose naughtily, “nope…i wanted you to know this first…no one knows yet, except the doctor though..” and laughed it off.
“ohh geet… I can’t live without you…” he confessed, pulling her on top of him. she just smiled and rested her head on his chest, hearing his heartbeats.
A few weeks later,
She woke up feeling really very uncomfortable. She found herself sleeping on him, completely undressed. His arms held her tight around her waist. She looked here and there and gently pushed his hand off him. the feeling was completely detestable. She somehow managed to slip on his shirt and ran to the washroom, throwing up. This was the worst phase of her pregnancy she was going through. It was already 3 months and her morning sickness was just getting worse. She felt breathless. The moment she thought it was over, she felt giddy and threw up yet again.
Maan noticed her rushing to the washroom, getting really worried for her. he waited for her to come back but she was taking longer than usual. He could hear her for a while but then suddenly everything went silent. He just couldn’t sit. He slipped into his tracks and rushed to her. he knocked a couple of times but got no answer. The door was open and he rushed in, only to see her in the worst condition ever. She was slumped on the floor, looking completely lifeless. He ran to her and helped her stand. She looked a mess. She held him close and stood up. She felt like throwing up again. He helped her out and cleaned her up thoroughly. He realized he had to take her to the doctor. This was getting worse. He carried her to the room and made her sit comfortably. He made her drink some water and called the doctor, explaining her situation.
The doctor did a thorough check up and advised complete bed rest. Everything was normal but just that due to her previous health issues, she was facing problems. Maan looked at her worried while she gave him a sweet smile, trying to assure him. he sighed and drove her back home. Dadima was worried sick, jasmeet too. They helped geet in settling on the couch for she seemed really weak.
By the end of the week, geet was hell irritated. They didn’t let her even move her finger. whatever she wanted, came right beside her. she felt suffocated being locked in one room and just doing nothing. The kids seemed to join ‘Maan Brigade’ along with dadima and mamma. She hated it…she wanted to walk and eat normally. Her morning sickness was still the same. It would take time to improve. Maan stuck to her the whole time and when he was away, dadima or jasmeet would stick to her. it was around that time when she got the news of rashmi’s baby boy. She was just too happy. She wanted to atleast go around but these people really made her feel that she was sick. She just waited for maan to come back so that she could give him a piece of her mind.
He came back early that night and she refused to speak to him. he tried to ask what happened, she literally screamed at him for making her a convict in her own house. He just heard her silently as she scolded him for locking her up in one room, making her eat all sorts of stupid tasteless things and not letting her move. She stopped for a while and looked at him angrily.
“aur kuch baaki hain? Wo bhi bol do…dil halka ho jayega…”, he spoke innocently.
[is there anything else? Speak it out…you will feel lighter]
The next moment she broke down, crying her eyes out. He went closer and hugged her, knowing very well the reason of her mood swings.
“ok ok shhu…shhuu… don’t cry… we will go out tomorrow okay… “
She didn’t stop, rather kept on crying, clutching his shirt.
“geet…sorry baby…i was just worried about you… okay we will go to rashmi’s place tomorrow okay…”
“umm…”, she managed to squeak, still sobbing badly, “and…and… I want m..my ice cream…”
“Belgian dark chocolate..”, he completed her sentence, “I will get it okay… now please stop crying…please…”
She smiled a bit, hearing him speak to her so cutely. She put her head on his lap and slept off.
“Maan…are you done?”, he heard her shout for him the nth time. It was only five minutes since he went to the washroom and she complained that she was missing him. he rolled is eyes. He’d probably go crazy with her mood swings.
“geet…am shaving baby…can you wait a little more?”, he spoke sweetly to her. in her 7th month of pregnancy, he had to be very careful with what he spoke, how he behaved…every little thing. He still couldn’t believe it was all coming true. His baby was coming true. And time sure flies fast…it was her godh bharai today. Preparations were in full swing. Roops had come back to delhi specially for this event. Anu and Aryan had been married over three months now and even they are flying down to delhi. Rashmi was back and all her friends were coming. He lathered his cheeks with the foam when he heard a knock on the door. He opened it to see her standing there, with her cute baby bump, wearing her bath robe. She had just taken her bath and was sitting on the bed.
He leaned over the door and looked at her carefully, “what are you doing here?”
She eyes him from top to bottom. He was in towel and half lathered cheek. she had always wanted to see him shave. It was funny but she did wonder why shaving took him so long.
“I wanted to see you…”, she spoke cutely.
“see me shave???”, he arched a brow, totally amused.
She pushed herself in and stood in front of him, waiting for him to start. He sighed. He really cant say anything…especially on her special day. And he loved pampering her mood swings. He was about to continue when he watched her stare at him lovingly, so lost in him. he then looked at the mirror, realizing her gaze on his bare body. He smiled knowing very well what was in her mind. but then his eyes fell on her face, slowing giving out tiredness. She was getting tired very quickly nowadays. He caressed her cheeks, “you tired?”
“umm..”, she spoke, still lost in him. he patted her head and lifted her up, making sure he wasn’t hurting the baby and made her sit on the basin counter. Her cheeks brushed against his and some lather came on her. he felt that sooo cute. He leaned closer and placed a kiss on her lips. He was about to get back to his brush when she held him. he looked at her quizzically. She smiled, taking away the brush from him, “mujhe karna hain!!”
[I want to do it…]
She leaned over to him when he inched back, holding her hand, “geet…you have just taken a bath.. you will get dirty because of me…”
She gave him a sarcastic look and twisted her lips.
“after this…”, she pointed to her bump, “you think I will mind any of this?”
He was amused to hear her acceptance of him in every aspect of life. he smiled and rested his hands on either side of her and forwarded his face. She smiled cutely and lathered his cheeks very carefully. He just couldn’t have enough of his wife…she amused him in every step of life.
She took the razor and gently moved it along his cheek. he held her hands, “be careful..you might not want to cut me down today…”
“shuu…don’t disturb me okay. I will do it…”
He stood still while she finished off with whatever she started. She looked around and smiled, finding the aftershave. She took it in her palms and smelled its aroma. Ahh she had always loved it. he just watched her curiously while she applied it on his cheeks. She felt proud seeing him looking dashing. She leaned forward and kissed him on his cheeks.
“how am I looking?”, he asked her, smirking. She smiled pulled his cheeks, “very cuteee”
He twitched his brows at her words. She raised her arms up in the air. He sighed and lifted her and took her to the couch.
“don’t you want to get ready? Everyone is waiting for you…”
“but I want to go with you…” she said it cutely.
“okay…wait for me till I come back from shower…”
He held her carefully and walked her down the stairs where everyone was waiting. It was evening and the guests had already arrived. Her face was covered with her dupatta and he made sure she didn’t trip. Roops and rashmi took her to the sitting area and made her sit in the middle, surrounded by pillows so that she was not very uncomfortable. Maan stood at a corner and watched her lovingly as everyone gave her shagun and blessings. Dadima gave her gift and whispered, “may the baby bring you both even closer…”
Geet smiled and looked down. Jasmeet followed and other elders too. Roops went and placed the gift on her lap. She smiled and whispered in her ears, “hope you make another baby real soon…”
Geet glared at her, trying not to blush. This girl will never change. She sighed and smiled when rashmi whispered something into her ears. maan just kept on watching her. she looked no less than an angel..he himself had got her ready for this occasion. There was suddenly this complete silence and everyone’s eyes went to the door. Maan didn’t like it… gayathri stood there, with gifts in her hands. He had not spoken to her after that confrontation in the airport. He absolutely detested the way she had spoken to geet. even dadima was surprised…and everyone else was too. Maan worried about geet, fearing what she might tell her. he wanted to go and ask her directly as to why she was there but then his eyes fell on geet, who seemed so calm on seeing her. she didn’t even worry, rather she was the only one who smiled at her arrival.
Geet was glad that she could make it and felt maan’s gaze over her. she turned to him and gave him an assuring smile. He sighed and looked away, clearly understanding that it was her who had invited her. he still didn’t understand why she needed to do that. it had taken gayathri a long time to come in terms with the reality and understand that maan was happy with geet. she had always wished for maan’s happiness too. Anisha was gone… may be somewhere she was at fault for her daughter’s misery. She was surprised when geet gave her a call the previous day and invited her for the ceremony. She was touched by her gestures for maan was far from speaking to her. she slowly walked to her and gave her the gift. Geet blushed as she whispered in her ears, “May you get all the happiness that you deserve with maan…”
Dadima and jasmeet were quite happy seeing the turn of events. Gayathri spoke to them very nicely. She was even emotional for she remembered anisha’s godh bharai. Maan just stood there, watching his life glow…he had tears in his eyes today. She had walked into his life directly from heaven it seemed. Everything was still a dream for him because only he knew how he had lived with the guilt of taking away all her happiness. And today seeing her so happy, filled his heart with immense warmth that he had always wanted.
She sat on the bed, reading anisha’s diary she had just recovered. She had kept it somewhere and had lost track of it. she had found it that day while trying to search for her stuffs. Her eyes fell on the acoustic guitar that decorated their room… a beautiful red and black coloured one that he had gifted her on her birthday cum anniversary. She smiled and got back to re-reading the diary when a paper slipped down. It was a yellow coloured card. Curious, she picked it up and read those lines,
“Kisi Fakir ne kaha hain—
Apne ghumon ki yun numaish na kar…
Apne naseeb ki yun Azmaish na kar…
Jo tera hain, tere dar pe khud aayega
Roz Roz usey pane ki khwahish na kar “
She felt the corners of her eyes burn… they both shared exactly the same feelings. She could very well relate to her love..better than she had before…the pain she was in… the guilt at the end too. Tears rolled down her eyes and she started sobbing, more because of her pregnancy. Maan just entered and was surprised to see her sob very badly. He got really worried and ran to her. she saw him come and tried to hide the diary under the pillow. In the process, she didn’t realize that the diary slipped off and fell down.
“geet…what happened…you okay?”, he hugged her close, worried as to what was wromg. She held him close, shaking her head, “i missed you…”
She found her solace in his arms but his eyes did catch a glimpse of the diary fallen on the floor. He picked it up so sleekly that she didn’t even notice. He just knew whose it was. He held her close, not letting her know about what he had found.
It was yash’s first birthday and geet was going bonkers searching for him. he was only one but he was the naughtiest. His sisters had a big role to play in that. she looked around the house calling out to him. she had started worrying when she heard his giggle from the kids’ room. She peeped in, only see the three of them playing together. Cute plump yash giggled as dia put her cute red dupatta on his head, playing their doll house. she was so amused to see them together. Her three little cuties playing together.
Yash maan khurana—that’s what geet had decided to keep their cutie son’s name, after maan’s dad. He had just started walking and he’d always end up with his sisters. And his sisters never failed to pamper him to hell. she watched yash giggle, feeling that dupatta on his head. Ohh he looked absolutely adorable. His eyes fell on geet and his smile became wider, “ma..ma… ma..”, he tried to stand up. Geet giggled and called him out, “aaja mela bacha…”
He walked slowly to geet, raising his hands up to her. she knelt down and took him in her lap, kissing his cheeks when she heard a sad dia, “mamma not love me anymore…”
Geet looked up to see dia and namra looking gloomy. She smiled and pulled them into a hug, “no baby…i love all of you… “.
She kissed each of them while yash got stuck between the ladies, trying desperately to come out of it.
“chalo..get ready…don’t you have to cut the cake?”
The girls shouted and ran to get their dresses, while geet carried yash and went to help them.
She finally managed to finish getting yash ready after dia and namra. Dadima came to check for them.
“geet..you didn’t get ready beta?”
Geet made yash wear his cutie blue booties, “dadima.. ye kuch karne de tab na… he refused to come out of his bath tub and now since I forced him, he is mad at me… sigh like father like son!”
[dadima…only if he lets me do anything na… he refused to come out of his bath tub and now since I forced him, he is mad at me… sigh like father like son]
“na…na..ma..ma…” yash tried saying something in his own language, still angry on geet. he tried to pull geet’s hair. She just managed to dodge that, “badmashi nahi yash… mamma shaath nai badhmashi…”, she spoke cutely yet firmly.
[no badmashi with mamma]
Dadima laughed and took yash away till geet got ready. Maan had been very busy the whole week. He somehow managed to finish his work and reach home at time for the party. He had to hurry up with things since guests already started pouring in. He held yash proudly in his arms and made him wave at the camera in front. Geet just stood there, watching him, adoring her husband. He was probably the best hubby and the best father in this whole world. She felt proud to see her daughters join their papa too…her cute complete family.
Later at night geet came to their room, carrying a sleepy yash and made him lie on his cot. He had just come back from the washroom. She had not got much time to spend with him…and today was really a very big day. She went to him and hugged him. he smiled and held her close to his heart, “are you happy geet?”
She closed her eyes for a while and snuggled closer, “more than ever…I love you…”
“I love you more…”, he spoke cutely. She raised herself up to see his face but then her eyes fell on anisha’s portrait behind him. she was reminded of so many things…she felt nostalgic. Come to think of it…she realized she never found anisha’s diary after that night. she did search for it after that but she couldn’t. Strangely, she couldn’t even find her own diary. She had searched for them for a long time but she couldn’t find any. She wondered what happened to them…did maan find those… if he did then why didn’t he let her know? Did he read them? There were a lot of questions in her mind that she wanted to ask him but every time she went to him, she was always swept to another world which made her forget everything else. Its been a year now and she didn’t know where those two diaries went. She looked up at anisha’s pic and felt her smiling. She blinked a couple of times and the next thing she felt was his lips on hers, sweeping her yet again to a very different world, where only the three of them existed—Geet, Maan and Anisha and their love.
very emotional right now…but still Thank You again everyone!!!