Enchanted – Simply Yours

It was not that only Geet had been married to a Royal, it was even Maan who had been married to a commoner. Now it was Maan’s turn to know her lifestyle and be there to fully lead a life that is natural to her. Not like a guest but like a family member. The charisma and the charm that his innocent wife brings, he wanted to know the life which gave him such a wonderful wife.

That night, Maan, in Geet’s room. was eagerly waiting for his wife to come in. He would have not been able to win her back in the Royal palatial setup. That will always remind her, he was the king first. This is the place where he will be her husband, only her husband. Only then there is a chance that she will trust him. The insecurity that he has implanted in her heart, he had to get her out of it. And it can only happen in a place where he lives her life.

In the palace Geet had moved out of their room. But here she cannot do that. First, she cannot insult him in front of her family by doing so. Second, her family will not approve of any such behavior.

The door opened with a creek sound followed by the jingle of her payal as she entered the room with his coffee. Maan got down from bed involuntarily. He had so much to talk to her, know her pain, sooth her

Their eyes met and stayed locked.

Dil Ka Dariya Beh Hi Gaya

Ishq Ibaadat Ban Hi Gaya

Khud Ko Mujhe Tu Saunp De

Meri Zaroorat Tu Ban Gaya

With him here, in the same room after so long,Geet’s heart was not supporting her at all. But the pain of him taking her love casually was deep. To get hold of two opposite feelings, she quietly placed the coffee on his side table. 

He was looking at her constantly with his gaze fixed on her each move. How could she be rude to him? She slightly raised her eyelids to meet her eyes with his and then lowered her soft eyes to dig it back on the ground

Baat dil ki nazaron ne ki

Sach keh raha teri kasam

Tere bin ab na lenge ik bhi dum

Tujhe kitna chahne lage hum

“Gee-eet” Maan almost whispered her name. As if calling her name louder may also hurt her. The sadness in her eyes was making it unbearable for him. 

Geet moved two steps back as he took one step towards her. 

“Maine khud ko chot pahunchai aur dard itna gehra tumhe hua.”

“Khud ko chot pahunchai…” she repeated and Maan understood the underlying meaning of her words, the pain that it carried. 

He loved her deeply and he knew she loved him deeply but today he could see that the depth of her love has no limit.

He took a step forward, she turned her back to him. Next she felt her wrist softly held in his palm, he was super close behind her. He turned her to face him. Geet’s eyes were filled but she kept holding, not knowing how long she could with this closeness of his.

Maan knew he did not deserve to be this close to her without her permission but then he also knew, this distance that she has created in her pain is hurting her. 

Maan did not lift her chin as she did not want to meet her teary gaze with him. He simply wrapped his hands around her petite body and took her in his embrace and next tightened the grip to hold her very  close to him.

Geet’s heart was dying for this. How barren it has felt to be far and aloof from him. But then the pain for his deeds was scaring her. What if she again raises her hopes and he has more important duties than her kiddish love for him. He is a king but she is just a normal girl, madly in love with him. With all her family around, her world centers on him only.

After a minute of absorbing the warmth of his closeness, Geet stiffened to get out. But Maan knew he cannot let her go. He has to fight for her. And Geet did not have in her to force her out of his embrace. Maan bent and picked her in his arms and carried her to the bed.

Tere bin ab na lenge ik bhi dum

Tujhe kitna chahne lage hum

Tere saath ho jayenge khatam

Tujhe kitna chahne lage hum

He turned to take his coffee and Geet tried to get up

“Just stay lying or I will not have the coffee. And you know, that will cause me a headache, right?” He blackmailed her, knowing he has no rights. But he has to show, to get her trust back. For her to feel pampered again and to bring the childish Geet back.

Geet turned her back, which he ignored. Sipped the coffee that she had brought and started planning the family picnic.

Maan got a call from Dadima “Yes Dadima, how are you feeling”

“Your work is so important to you. You left your Dadima. How restless I become not seeing you in front of my eyes. Darr lagta hai”

“Dadima, I am not at work. Vicky will handle all my work actively for a few days. I will just keep an overview and guide him when needed. I am here with Geet, in my in-laws”

“Hmmm.. I don’t have the courage to talk to her. I have hurt her most”

Maan left Geet sleeping and went to the small balcony attached to their room and closed the door slightly to not disturb her

“Dadima, I am her biggest culprit. She is not hurt by your words because she could understand your pain. But Dadima, the anger that you had shown on her will not let her confide her pain with you. She had no one there with whom she could find solace. That is why Dadima, I wished you had not been so unreasonably upset with her. Had you not been that upset with her, she would have never come here to find solace of the pain I have endured her with”

“I will gather courage and talk to her. When are you planning to return with her?”

“Don’t know Dadima. I am staying here with her till  she feels safe to return with me to that world. Till then I will stay here and get accustomed this world”

“You are going to stay far away from your Dadima.”

“Wish, you had not pushed Geet so far from you. She would have been with you and I would have got a chance to soothe both of your anger together. You both would have been each other’s support when I broke the trust of both of you. For now, I can’t let Geet slip away from me like this. If that happens Dadima, I will slip away from everything”

“She means so much to you and I hurt her.” Maan did not say anything on that.

“Will you not even be visiting me?”

“Of course Dadima, I will.”

Savitri Devi thought for a while. Worried about how he will adjust in that environment

“You are not used to middle class life. It will be tough for you”

“Geet was not used to my Royal life. Claiming myself as more mature, I should at least do something that she did so efficiently and elegantly.”

 Maan later disconnected but was lost in thought. Though Dadima felt bad of behaving rashly with Geet but still he could see the partiality of her emotion.

Thus, now he himself was not in favor of taking Geet to Kalsia. Whenever Geet cools down, he will take her to Khurana Mansion in Delhi as his wife. That is his house and thus she becomes the unquestionable queen there. The Kalsia empire, he inherited  from Dadima. If Dadima is not impartial to Geet, he will not take her there.

By the time Maan was back, Geet was in deep sleep. He went near her and looked at her beautiful face closely. He could sense the lines of trouble on her innocent face. He was tempted to place a soft kiss on her forehead, but he stopped. Sighed, letting deep breath out and then lay beside her, taking her in his embrace. After ten minutes, he felt the movement and found Geet, in her deep sleep, turned towards him and snuggled in his embrace. 

He tightened his hold on her, bringing her closer.

Tere bin ab na lenge ik bhi dum

Tujhe kitna chahne lage hum

Tere saath ho jayenge khatam

Tujhe kitna chahne lage hum

Next morning, Maan was sitting with Brij, making the picnic plans. 

Geet came with tea for all and coffee for Maan

“Good Morning Misty!!” Maan  said with a sweet smile

“Good Morning” Geet said, placing his coffee on the table. She could not, ‘not answer’ him in front of all.

But then

“Misty?” she asked, narrowing her brows. He quietly pushed a slip in her hand. 

Geet went to her room and slipped the slip inside the drawer even without looking at it. He was trying to melt her, she is not going to get addicted to his alluring love.

After an hour Geet was ready to go out

“Geet, where are you going?” asked Rano, not liking her dry behavior. Whatever must have happened, Raja Sahib is here, leaving all his work and family for her.

“Mumma, today is Monday and my classes happen from Monday to Friday”

“Damadji kal aayen hain aur tu aaj…”

“Mumma, your Damadji understands. He knows and believes that work and responsibilities are more important than anything. Especially, more important than the foolish things like relationship” Geet gave brief look at Maan while talking to her mother

Maan immediately got up “Mumma, college is important. She has already missed her classes due to the recent incident. Geet come, I will drop you”

“My friend is on his way to pick me” she informed

Rano held Geet’s arm and pulled her to the kitchen “This is going little too much Geet” but by then Maan reached the kitchen.

“Geet, your friend is there at the gate. Go hurry” he saved Geet from Rano’s anger.

Geet picked her bag 

“Can I meet your friend?” Geet looked at him and nodded and Maan followed her.

Jatin was waiting for Geet when he saw Raja Saheb following behind. He got conscious and nervous and immediately stood straight.

He looked at Geet, all nervous, asking from eyes, why she had not hinted him before about it.

“Good Morning Raja Saheb” he said, all nervous to see the great Raja Saheb in front of his eyes. 

Maan forwarded his hand to Jatin with a smile “Hi.. Maan Singh Khurana. Geet’s husband”

Jatin and Geet both looked at him in surprise when he addressed himself just as ‘Geet’s Husband’

Jatin forwarded his shaky hand to meet with Raja Saheb’s forwarded one “Hi Raja Saheb. I am Jatin. So nervous to meet you” he confessed

“Just call me Maan. I am not here as Raja Saheb. I came to meet my wife’s friend. So you are now, just meeting Geet’s husband”

Jatin simply gave a nervous smile. Of course in this life he can never address Raja Saheb as Maan.

“Chalen?” Jatin asked Geet, somewhere conscious, to make Raja Saheb’s wife seated on his back seat in front of Raja Saheb.

Geet took a step forward to settle behind Jatin but then stopped “Jatin, I will go with my husband. Sorry could not let you know in advance”

“It’s fine Geet” Obviously he was on cloud nine to have met and talked to Raja Saheb. He left.

Maan smiled at Geet . Ufff… iske gusse me bhi itna pyar hai. 

“Chalen?” she asked him. He quickly went inside to fetch the keys. He was rushing out when Rano called out

“Maan breakfast”

“Can’t miss the chance to drop my wife. I need to rush before she changes her decision” Maan said, hugging Rano. They kept looking at his retreating figure, who was from nowhere a Raja Sahib but a man crazy in love with their daughter.

Geet was next surprised as he had no driver with him as expected but he himself took the driver’s seat. But before that he opened the passenger seat for her.

Geet felt uncomfortable with him doing all this. She has never imagined him doing all this. He loved her but these small things were already so set in his Royal System that none imagined him doing these. 

He must have just drove 2 minutes

“Why are you doing all these?” Geet asked, unable to take him doing so much.

“What? what did I do?” he asked, his focus on the road.

“All these that you are doing.. stop doing these”

“But what am I even doing? I cannot visit my wife?”

“Everyone is happy that  you have visited.” she changed the topic

“Aur tum?” he asked and looked at her. Geet simply kept looking at her as he slowed the car, his eyes talking emotions to her

Baat dil ki nazaron ne ki

Sach keh raha teri kasam

Tere bin ab na lenge ik bhi dum

Tujhe kitna chahne lage hum

Tere saath ho jayenge khatam

Tujhe kitna chahne lage hum

Tujhe kitna chahne lage hum

After Maan dropped her, Geet rushed directly to the washroom. She locked herself there as her tears were not stopping. How painful it is to have this tiff with him. Speaking sternly with him was like being insolent with him. How could she?

But she soon got message from her Raja Sahib 

“Who allowed you to look so cute in your anger? How am I going to wait till evening to see it again?” bringing an instant smile on her face “Flirt…” 

She soon recovered “Geet, keep your expectations in limit. Unki zimedariyaan teri yeh pagalpan se bohut bari hain”

Geet did not realize that she was at least talking about it to herself now. And his message, it took her out of the guilt of being rude. The purpose of his message was solved. Geet would now focus in classes.

Five weekdays have just passed by. Geet has been attending her classes, Maan dropping her. Geet, not asking questions any more. She did not like talking rudely with him, so she better keep Mum. Maan one sided kept asking about her course, friends, teachers etc… one sided trying to break the ice she has created. In the process knowing more about her life other than what it was with him.  Knowing her more than the girl who has adjusted her life to Royal lifestyle or who was his loving wife. Geet spoke minimally but had to answer his normal questions.

While Geet was in her college, Maan would look over his work and also made sure to take a look into Papaji and Brij’s work. Though in relation Brij was elder to Maan but five years younger in age and very young as per maturity was concerned. Maan treated his people as his children from the age of 18, his maturity level was ways more than his own age. So, he was guiding Brij in his business like an elder and Brij definitely respected each word that came out from Maan’s lips. 

Geet was his jhalli little sis but Maan’s word was like a final stamp for him. Though Maan always talked with him in a manner of suggestion, Brij would follow it like the final word.Raja Saheb, himself was guiding him, what else could he ask for.

But, he never interfered as to why Geet was upset with Maan. Maan  was okay with her anger and was working his way to calm her. He has seen Geet’s love for Maan and now if she was upset there must be some reason. So he preferred to keep that matter aside and continued his own sibling teasing and fight with Geet.

Maan also explained to Rano that Geet’s anger was completely valid and requested her to not be mad at her. He actually confessed that he is enjoying this phase of pleasing his wife and thanked her for bridging up Geet the way she is. How precious she is to him. Rano could see that not only her Jhalli but her Damadji is equally crazy about her Geet. 

Going forward, she let them be and was enjoying Raja Saheb working to please their Geet.

The things that surprised them was, not once Maan complained about any discomfort in their middle class lifestyle. He would enjoy the handmade breakfast from mother’s hand. Coffee from his wife. All life setup here was no match to his life and with only servants coming for basic housework, but he was staying in house as if he was so used to it all. Though, all of them tried their best to keep up to standard as much as they could. But he was the one who would stop them from making any extra efforts.

At night, Maan would simply pull Geet in his embrace tightly close to him. However hard she was trying to be, she did not have in her to break out of the warmth of his strong protective enclosure that he would pull her into in the darkness of night.

Maan, Brij, Rano and Mohinder were busy making arrangements for the picnic. Geet quietly went inside the room. Five minutes later, Maan entered to see her packing his clothes. Maan smiled, went behind her and wrapped his hands around her waist

“Why are we going for a picnic?” she asked trying to sound dry

“Because my Misty loves such things” he said, placing his chin on her shoulder. Geet feeling angry on his way. All this was only breaking her resolve. What if her silly heart start expecting too much again

“Misty?” 

Maan turned her in swift movement, making her to face him and again regaining the position of his arms around her waist

“You didn’t read my note” Geet turned away her face. Looking at his loving handsome face was not good for her health.

“Chalo koi nahi” he smiled and pulled her closer and placing his palm on her chin and turning her face to meet his

Is jagah aa gayi chahatein ab meri

Cheen lunga tumhe saari duniya se hi

Tere ishq pe haan haq mera hi toh hai

Keh diya hai yeh maine mere rab se bhi

“Misty means sweetheart in english” he said with a killer smile, raising his eyebrows.

Geet struggled to get out of his grip

 “Chodiye…Aur aap yeh sab kyun ker rahen hai… main aa jaongi aapke na pass.”

“Aur main kaise jita utne din… tumse dur”

Geet removed his  hand from her

“Just like you had planned …..” Maan placed his finger on her lips

“Trust me, I can never ever think of it… never ever… I will never ever do anything that will take away smile from your face.. never”

“But you did”

“Geet..”

“I don’t need any explanation of your plan being fool proof… I know you are perfect but that does not mean…  let it be”

“Geet listen.. for once, please”

“leave.. I have to pack for your picnic plan”

Very early next morning, they were on their way to Naldhera near Shimla.Maan and Geet in  Maan’s extremely robust and comfortable BMW X7, with Maan as driver and other family members in another robust car that he arranged for them along with the driver.

As they were on the hilly roads, the beauty of the hill and them two in the car, of course the hearts were not in place. Geet could not stop stealing glances of her damn hot husband, in a thin sky blue casual shirt, his top three buttons open to give a sneaky view of his broad chest. She knew how forbidden it felt to be there. Adding to it were tight fitted  gray blue jeans at bottom. Maan turned to look at her with a smile on his handsome face. Geet turned away, being caught stealing glances at him.

Ohh what could he do if she kept looking so damn forbidden and divine both at the same time in her baby pink churidar, long silver jhumka, Kohl highlighting her beautiful almond shaped hazel, and baby pink gloss. It was so tough for him to not have those lips within his. 

Unable to focus at the moment, he stopped the car on the roadside broad shoulder , near a small eatery shop, catering hot noodles and tea in the weather which was becoming a bit chilly.

Geet also needed a break to inhale some fresh air and gather her wandering heart.

After Maan ordered two cups of tea and a plate of soupy noodles, they stood against the railing, watching the beautiful view of the steepy circular roads that led way from downwards to upwards. The grasses and step farming all along gave the beautiful landscaping view.

After standing there for a while, Maan wrapped his one arm around her 

Keh diya hai yeh maine mere rab se bhi

Jis raaste tu na mile uspe na ho mere kadam

“How long are you going to punish this poor heart”

Tere bin ab na lenge ik bhi dum

Tujhe kitna chahne lage hum

Tere saath ho jayenge khatam

Tujhe kitna chahne lage hum

Tujhe kitna chahne lage hum

Unable to hold any more, Geet turned  to him and Maan did not take even a second to snuggle her to his broad structure. She continuously kept hitting him on his chest with her soft strengthless fist

“It’s all a child’s play for you.. all my feelings” Maan pulled her tightly close to his heart

“No.. no baby, not at all. Your love, for me is my biggest treasure. Precious than anything I have.”

She wanted so badly to believe his words

“All lie”

“In this picnic, give me the chance”

“If I say no, anyways you won’t listen” She indirectly allowed. By then the hot noodles and two cups of tea arrived.