Behne Do Last Part

Geet could not understand if a wish voiced just moments ago could come into being right in front her. She walked towards him in a daze… eyes brimming with tears. The complaint her eyes held told Maan of a yearning that reflected his. The vision of the night where Geet was swirling in the rain played in front of his eyes. His mind registering the emotions he then felt and how it was neither her beauty that mesmerised him then nor was it now. But it’s those unbidden raw emotions splayed on her face, letting him see the real Geet that she is, the Geet he wants to own and make as His.

The Geet who was not afraid to laugh silly at him, to act childishly for his attention, to reprimand him at his quiet attitude, his stormy anger or to possessively complain that he doesn’t give her any time or ufff… that he doesn’t even miss her! A sigh of relief escaped his lips as they curled into a small smile with these thoughts running in his mind.

Maan’s loud sigh brought Geet out of her dazed state and she instantly lowered her eyes. Maan held his breath, his heart thudded with the fear if the curtains to her heart be drawn back again! But as Geet raised her eyes to his face and noted the faint smile he held, she frowned. Her nose red and her eyes tinged with anger. He let out a slow chuckle inaudibly whispering something. This time it made Geet twitch the ends of her scarf in her fingers with further annoyance.

Maan stepped closer pulling the scarf off her fingers and holding it in his own. Geet tried pulling the scarf back but Maan held on firmly bringing her closer as her fingers were latched tight to the ends of the scarf as well. Geet’s fury filled eyes looked up at him as she stood a mere breath away from him.

Maan looked straight at her amber brown eyes and whispered ‘Behne do na iss Gusse ko aur iss dard ko… dekhne do na mujhe jo sirf mera hai’. He pulled the scarf even tighter; his breath now falling on her beautiful face. Geet’s lips parted as they quivered under his breath, she looked on into his big deep eyes and whispered back ‘Jo aapka hai, jis par haq tha aapka tabse, wohi maang rahe ho’.

Maan’s gaze softened on her features that glowed under the setting sun, the clouds that had given away the chance for dusk to touch this moment of epiphany with its golden haze.

He blew a breath on her lips and with a voice laced in a passion he had never given words to Maan stated ‘Only Mine… Sirf Meri’.