Chap 68 – Truth
How could he tell her that he felt less a man that he hadn’t been able to save her from being kidnapped from under his nose? How could he tell her that he heard her screams of fright, and pain every night right through her fever. He was unable to reach her, to protect her when she needed him most. How could he tell her that he should have saved her from being taken. Unable to stand her looking into his eyes he turned away.
“Maan please don’t turn away from me…I..I cant bear it”
“You are imagining things.”He said but his eyes looked straight ahead as he entered their room and walked towards the bed.
“No I am not!” Her hands curled around his neck as he bent down to deposit her on the bed like a piece of fragile glass, she tightened her grip determined not to let him go.
“Geet! Let go.” His hands reached around behind his neck to remove hers but she held fast.
“Maan….please look at me…” She sounded wounded by his actions.
His face filled with pain and he sank down on the bed next to her. He turned his face to her, unable to bear the fact that she was in pain.
Her eyes bore into his, the soft amber pools drank his pain, they saw the turmoil in his heart. She realised then this had nothing to do with Ajeet and everything to do with them.
“It wasn’t your fault Maan! You have to understand that. You couldn’t have done any more then you did.” Her hands reached up and cupped his face. “No man could have done more than you did Maan, no one.”
“He took you away right in front of me Mishty…how did I let that happen?”
“There was nothing anyone could have done. You were too far away to do anything at that moment but you were there to save me till the end.”
“Mishty…Pandey, his hands all over you I just cant get out my mind!” His eyes blazed in anger at the thought.
Geet fell back against the pillows, she couldn’t get it out of her mind either, a shiver of revulsion ran through her. She felt dirty, somehow soiled, she moved out of his reach.
“What could I do? Pandey was so ..so. strong..I fought hard Maan…but I couldn’t stop him..touching me…he was so strong! She repeated watching his tortured face. “I knew it..thats why you cant bear to touch me, you hate me!” Fresh tears ran down her cheeks.
Why had she let go of him so suddenly? Dear God, did she think any of this was her fault?
“NO! Mishty! Why are you saying that? You could have done no more then you did.”
Sobs racked her, as she remembered Shanker and Pandey’s groping hands.
In that moment he realised the deep trauma it had caused her, he watched as shivers of revulsion shook her body. She shrank back from him as if she didn’t want him to touch her. There was no way he was going to let her do that. If he didn’t clear this up now a deep chasm would open up between them. Gathering her in his arms he held her fast against his chest.
“How could you even think that I wouldn’t want to be near you just because of them? Nothing is ever going to change the fact that I love you more than life itself. Your pure heart is what drew me to you and our love is what binds us together. Between us is a bond so unbreakable, Mishty.” He held her tightly as the sobs continued to shake her. “Shhh..I am so sorry, I was so caught up in my own failings, Mishty what you are thinking just isn’t true. I cant bear the fact I wasn’t able to protect you. And if I didn’t hold you in my arms or touch you I would die, you are my life! Mishty mine.” He held her and soothed her as the sobs racked her.
“You are safe now, lets put it behind us, forget all the bad things, Mishty.” He whispered kissing her tear trails.
Yes, she was safe, and the only place in the world she felt safe was in his arms. She basked in his love, his strong arms, his warmth. She clung to him, inhaling his scent, burrowing into his strength. Ecstatic that thankfully it was all right between them.
“Maan…the only place I can forget is in your arms…perhaps we could …” her eyes pleaded “We could forget together?” her eyes held her own pain and torment.
Her words, perhaps we could forget together rang in his ears.. his mind went back to the night when he had been in so much pain at finding out what Ajeet was really like, and he had lost himself in her arms. Perhaps they could forget together, lose themselves in each other. He reached out and threaded his fingers in her soft luxurious swathe of hair. Eyes deep and dark as midnight he nodded, overcome with emotion to say any more.
Laying down beside her he touched her face reverently, tracing each part of it as he was learning something he had forgotten. Her hands were doing the same, both their gazes were locked, her eyes filled with tears at how gently he touched her, how reverently he held her, the vicious slaps and hands of Pandey and Shankar faded away as he healed her with his touch.
In turn she traced his scars, ones he had just given himself and others that he had ignored completely whilst making sure she recovered. They held each other just touching and caressing, until she wanted more, her lips found his and she kissed him with all the pent up longing of weeks. He kissed her back with love and tenderness and passion.
“Maan! Oh..” the now familiar heat pooled in her lower belly, she needed for him to make love to her so desperately.
“Please Maan!” She reached for him.
“No! Mishty, we cant make love, not yet. You are not well enough.”
“But Maan I need you so much..” She could feel his need too, “And I know you need me too.”
The pain melted from his face and that familiar lopsided sexy grin appeared. “Mishty I need you day and night, here in bed, in the office, in a meeting, everywhere! But as much as I need you we cant make love the way you want to yet, your wounds need a few more days.”
Her face fell, she needed him so she could forget.
He grinned “Hmmmm…don’t worry, when you are better, I wont let you out of my arms for a week!” Geet blushed and Daadima’s words about sending them on a honeymoon came back to her.
He continued, “But there are so many other ways we can make love.”he gathered her into his arms tenderly looking into her face.
“Look into my eyes my Mishty.” As she looked into his eyes he caressed her softly, gently with infinite tenderness, his hands traced her contours and eased her aches, soothed her pains.
“Maan…!” she became lost in his magic touch. This was all about caring, about tenderness, about loving someone so much that it was beyond the physical. He transported her their own magical world, taking her to almost a spiritual level.
“Just feel…Mishty…just feel..forget everything …you, me..we are one already…no one can come between us.”
He felt her quieten, she melted into him completely, their kisses became longer and sweeter, the sighs and murmurs of love lasted long into the night until there was nothing but just them, together. It was sweet melding of two souls and for the first time in days they both felt at peace eventually falling asleep locked in each others arms.
Somewhere in a deep dark alley….
In a dark basement Pandey lay in a dirty corner. For days he had been in hiding. Barely making it safely from one hideout to another. Major Saab and his men and ACP Gupta and the whole police force was out looking for him. His old friends and allies didn’t even bother to take his calls. He was getting more and more frantic. Pain from his untreated injuries was getting worse day by day and he was sure infection had set into his deep wounds which Maan Singh Khuarana had inflicted.
Glaring into the darkness he cursed the day he set sight on that Geet and Maan Singh Khurana. Even Shankar had been captured, he hardly had anyone left in Delhi. Police raids were being carried out, his bank account had been frozen and the only money he had on him was the cash he had managed to take with him. He dare not come out in the daytime and contact anybody as there seemed to police everywhere. By some luck he had managed to steal a couple of phones so he was able to at least try and find some way of keeping contact with a few of his men, ones that were so insignificant but scared of him enough to help him on his way with whatever little money and food they could.
Where could he go? He thought long and hard and then he remembered Patel. Haan, Patel was hiding in some village somewhere, he would go and hideout with Patel. He couldn’t afford a taxi, he would have to go by bus. But what if the police caught him? Then he caught sight of himself in a broken piece of glass. No one would recognise him, he didn’t recognise himself. As it was he was limping everywhere, his clothes had become soiled and dirty, they hung on his body, he had lost so much weight in the last few weeks, his beard had grown long. He no longer looked like Pandey the politician who travelled in luxury cars and had ten or twenty men running around him for protection. He felt very much alone but not beaten. He would somehow get to Patel and regroup his thoughts once he was safe. Pulling out his mobile he looked up Patel’s number, he didn’t dare call from his own mobile as he was sure the Police would have a trace on it, using the other phone he dialled.
Patel stared down at his mobile, it had just woken him up from a peaceful slumber. Unknown number? Who could that be? He glanced at it, who would call him at this hour. Probably Balwant had lost his phone again and was calling him to give him his new number.
“Oi Saala why are you calling me at this hour, neend kharab kaar de!”
The phone slipped out of his fingers, he knew that voice anywhere.
“P…Pandey..I thought you were…”
“You thought I was dead! No such luck, where are you kutta?”
It slipped out of mouth. Dammit! Why did he say that and not some obscure town on the other side of the country. Salimnagar was too close to Rupnagar for comfort, barely 10 miles away. But fear had made him speak out without thinking.
Pandey stared ta the phone didn’t Patel’s village start wih R or something? Still he wasn’t going to argue, his head was pounding hard.
“I am coming! You had better make some provisions for me stay, I need to hide out for a few months. And don’t try anything smart. I will be there as soon I can safely get out of here, where exactly are you staying?”
Patel made up some road name and place eventually managing to get Pandey off the phone.
A few months! Patel didn’t want Pandey anywhere near him even for a few minutes. Of-course he had read the papers, at the moment Pandey was the most wanted man in India, Pandey face was plastered everywhere. Patel jumped up off his bed. Now he was completely awake. He had to do something before Pandey found him. And after that the police wouldn’t be far behind. He went to the box that stored his meagre belongings and started rummaging through it finding the wads of money he had saved since he had been here. Selling illegal alcohol with Balwant had been profitable and he had made a good amount, but in order to disappear from this village forever and find a safe haven somewhere else in India he would need a lot more.
A lot more! Maybe it was time to start preparing to play his ace.
In a police station near Rupnagar…..
Gullu’s stared at the picture of Pandey. He had lined up his constables and paced up and down in front of them.
“Chandu’s did yous sees this? Politician’s is criminals! If cans catch hims we can gets promotions! And how is that alcohols cases goings?
But Chandu and the others were busy laughing at Gullus bald patch. Normally Gullus was never seen without his hat as it made him look much taller.
“Errr Sir…” he eyed Gullu’s bare head again, “haan I am working on the case, but there is a big ‘bald’ patch in this case.” he grinned to the others as they giggled at his joke.
“Balds patchs? Whats are you talkings Chandus?” He peered at all the giggling constables his eyes narrowing. They were up to something.
“I donts thinks yous all wants pays rises?” He asked pointing at them all with his baton, then he spied his bald patch in a mirror. Glaring at them he jumped up on a chair and then on to his table making himself taller than all of them.
“You goods for nothings! If wes can catchs the criminals sellings alcahols and this Pandeys we will be alls promoteds! Donts you wants thats?”
They all nodded.
“Wells stops laughings and tells me firsts abouts whats goings on in Rupnagars. Chandus?”
“Err Sir…we have been following Geet’s uncle secretly. He buys the stuff from lorries that come into a dhabba off the highway to Punjab. Then he stores it in some farm buildings. His accomplice, helps him with the transport and storage. They both do deliveries to customers when required.”
“Is Mirchibhai and Mirchibai anywheres in the pictures?”
“Err No..Sir.” Chandu puzzled didnt Gullus read the papers, Maan singh Khurana and his wife were in Delhi, they had been recovering from their ordeal with Pandey. But he decided to keep this thought to himself for the moment.
“Hmmmmm….I thinks I wills go under covers to Rupnagars. Maybes get friendlies with uncles of Mirchibai. pretends I ams customers.” he tapped Chandu on the head with his baton from his tall place. “You Chandus will comes with me. Yess this wills be best, Gullus will go under covers and catch criminals.”
‘Then I wills gets promoteds!’ Chandus mouthed as soon as Gullus turned away and said the very same words.
Gullus caught the rest giggling again. “Kameenos! Go ands finds me some under covers clothes I ams goings tonights. Gullus has caughts criminals in four continents, nobodys is safe when I ams arounds!” Gullus shouted as excitement ran through him. He hadn’t been on such a mission ever. He jumped up forgetting he was on top of his table and promptly fell, landing on his backside in front of his constables.
Chandu whispered, “Yes, no ones safes, not even yous!”
“Err sir shouldn’t you talk to Gulabo bhahbi first?” Chandu asked quietly as he saw Gullus about to explode with rage.
Gullus looked up from the floor, his face instantly dropped and filled with worry. Nursing his bottom he struggled up ad started walking.
“Where are you going sir?”
“To the jewellers, I needs to get gifts for Gulabos, otherwises she wont let me gos to Rupnagars!”