TPR Chap 50! – Saying sorry is never easy ;)
Hellooooo Shelloooooooo! Sunday Sundae here again. After a couple of intense epis I thought I would take you on a small mastifool diversion before we jump into more something intense. Mugambini khush hue hahahaha :)) I hope you like it. Do comment love to read them and of-course you will always get a reply as you guys know ;)) Gosh its long!!
She woke with a start. What was she doing on their bed? Last she remembered she was crying on the swing, she must have fallen asleep. She turned to see Maan fast asleep as far away from her as possible.
So nothing had changed. He had brought her back to bed but by the amount of space he had put between them his mind had not changed. Even in his sleep he looked remote and untouchable with his back turned to her.
That’s it! She had cried out all her tears last night, today she was not going waste any more on this issue. Yes, she had kept a huge secret from him but she had to respect daadimas perspective as well and he had to accept that. Marrying him in her eyes didn’t blindly exclude everyone else.
She pulled the sheet off her to find that she was not wearing her khameez from last night. Glaring at his back she muttered some curses and stalked off to shower. What was all that about? Putting her to bed half clothed! The man was insane.
Man woke to find himself alone in bed. He had spent such a restless night tossing and turning to finally having fallen asleep at dawn. His head throbbing he wondered why hadn’t his Mishty woken him with a sweet early morning kiss?
Then the previous days and nights events came flooding back to him with alacrity, falling back on the bed with a groan he wondered where she was, he needed to clear this issue up.
“Geet! Geet!” He called out but there was no answer.
He looked at the clock and groaned 6.30! He had asked her to get the children ready early perhaps she was doing just that. Grabbing some clothes out of the closet he went for a quick shower.
“Jiju, Jiju!” Chotu shouted happily as he appeared at the top of the stairs. “Why are you so late we have had breakfast and everything.”
Smiling at Geet he said, “someone didn’t wake me as she usually does.”
Glaring at him fiercely she thrust his plate in front him piling on his breakfast haphazardly.
“Geet! Geet! Bas! Nahi to mein mota ho jawonga.”
Forcing a fake smile on her face at his poor attempt at a joke she thumped the pot down in front of him and flounced off.
Babli and Chotu stared after her with open mouths.
“Jiju!” Chotu whispered theatrically, “why is didi mad at you? Did you eat all the
sweets you were supposed to share?
“Err something like that.” Maan said ruefully as he watched Geet and Nakul sort out the bags and packed lunch for the journey.
Babli giggled. “You are so silly Chotu! Jiju and didi don’t eat sweets.”
“I am not!” He hrrumped. “I saw him kissing the other day and say you taste so sweet! She must have been eating sweets if he could taste it! Urgh! Will I have to kiss girls when I am older because even if they taste sweet I am not going to do it! He shuddered dramatically.
Maan’s breakfast went entirely down the wrong way. He saw Geet turn in alarm at his coughing but turn away just as quickly as she saw he was looking at her, grabbing a glass of water he downed it quickly. Thank god she was too far away to hear what Chotu had been saying otherwise he would be in more trouble.
“Jiju I will give you mine you can share them with didi maybe she will forgive you.”
“Err nahi chotu I think your didi wont be pacified with sweets I’m afraid.” he said grinning from ear to ear. He would have to show her how much he loved her and say sorry, he was looking forward to that very much he thought with a smile.
“Grown ups are so complicated!” Chotu muttered. Babli nodded vehemently backing him up just as daadima came down to see them off.
By the time they were on their way it was nearly seven thirty. Daadima and even Nakul had ended up in tears, couldn’t bear to see the children going, and Babli had promised to phone her everyday.
Maan glanced in the mirror both the children were fast asleep after their early start lulled by the drive. Geet was sitting as stiff as a metal pole in her seat. Not even a glance his way.
“Err Geet…about last night…” He didn’t any further then that.
As if he had lit a match in her she turned her fiery eyes on him, “Maan! Don’t even go there! I really don’t want to talk about it.”
“Geet.” he glanced at her, she had turned back to her stiff upright position.
“No!” she hissed vehemently. “I really have had it up to here!” Her hand went right over her head. “I am done with apologising and trying to make you see sense.”
Maan sucked in a deep breath. He was trying to say sorry but she really wasn’t helping.
“Well, I am not going to even try any more.” she spat out. “You can wallow in self pity and anger all you like GO ahead!”
“Geet!” Now he was losing it fast. He seethed in silence. He really didn’t want to have a full blown row in front of the kids.
“And why did you take my top off yesterday? Put me to bed half naked!”
A loud inarticulate sound exploded from his lips. Bilkul paagal hai yeh ladki! Didn’t she realise she was shivering like mad? He was just about launch into a explanation when Chotu woke up declaring he was famished, shaking Babli awake as well.
Glaring at him she attended to Chotu and Babli.
It was late afternoon by the time they reached Jaspal sir’s house. Not one single word had been uttered between them. The silence was taut and full of unspoken anger.
Jaspal sir came out to greet them along with a young man. All of them stared at this newcomer from top to bottom, he looked stranger than strange. Tight jeans that had to be incredibily uncomfortable topped with the loudest shirt which contained all the neon colours that man had ever made adorned his thin wiry frame. Crowning his very broadly smiling face full of teeth was a mop of hair streaked with reds and gold. And all his attention seemed to be riveted on Geet.
“This is my nephew, Jaswinder. He is visiting for a few days from Mumbai,” Jaspal sir said as a way of introduction.
Maan glared at the nephew, why was he staring at Geet like he wanted to whisk her away and eat her.
“May Salf Jazz! Unkaal you is knowing I donut like ta be caalled Jaswinder” he said his eyes fixated on Geet. “Whaan I am going Laandan, thaay all caalling me Jazz.”
For the first time that day a giggle escaped Geet as looked at Jaswinder, she hid it behind her hand trying not laugh out loud. Babli and Chotu also giggled from next to her. Eyeing up Jaspal’s sirs exotic nephew.
“Err Jaswinder..” Emphasising his full name Maan stepped forward to block him from Geet, he practically dragged him away from her. “What brings you here.”
“Chalo chalo beta.” Jaspal sir said, as Geet lagged behind staring after Maan’s action open mouthed. “Food is ready, lets go and eat you must all be hungry.”
With loud whoop Chotu ran in dragging Babli after him. “Didi quickly lets get washed and then we can have lunch.”
“Again!” Babli admonished. “Chotu cant you think of anything but food.”
He thought about it for a moment and said, “Well, sometimes I think of play..but..no mostly food!”
Rolling her eyes Babli went in to the house after him.
“Err no, Jaspal sir.” Geet said faltering, “I will just settle the kids in and then we will be on our way. Maan has some important work to attend to this evening.”
She dint want to impose any further, already Jaspal sir was doing so much.
“Nahi beta your father would be very upset if I let you go away with out eating. And of-course I must return Maan Singh’s hospitality in my very small way, when I came to your wedding I was treated like a king! Chalo ..” As Geet started to speak “..nahi I am not going to listen, chalo lets go and eat, I have had special gaw ka khana prepared for you all, and maybe it will teach my ‘Jazz’ a few things about village life and taste.” Smiling he rolled his eyes at Geet whilst they watched his nephew carrying on in very funny English with Maan.
By the time they finished lunch Maan felt as if he wanted to strangle both ‘Jazz’ and Geet, he just didn’t know which one he wanted to grab first, Jazz for being utterly stupid trying to talk to Geet in his idiotic English or Geet for asking him lots of questions and encouraging him rattle on. Glaring at Geet he got up urging her to head back home.
Smiling at jaspal sir she to got up and hugged Chotu hard as he jumped up and down dying to go and find his friends and tell them all about his adventures in Delhi.
Babli as usual was very quiet, her face serious. She gave Maan a huge hug and whispered something in his ear to which he smiled.
“Err Babli I forgot to give you spending money earlier,” Geet said pulling out an envelope.
“Didi, jiju has already given me lots of money, look.” she said pulling out a large envelope from her bag. “He also gave me money for the school trip and some more to get some new reading books. And look daadima has got me and chotu so many children stories to read. I will read them and then keep them in the school library so everyone can read them.”
Shocked Geet could only mutter. “Oh!” But as regained her composure she said, “Babli but you should speak to me first about taking money from anyone.”
“Geet!” Maan interjected. Don’t even go there, his eyes and taut face told her. He was so angry at her. Babli and Chotu were now just as part of him as daadima was part of her life.
Geet just glared back at him but in front of the others she didn’t say anything.
“Thankyou Jaspal sir for looking after them so well. I will be calling and if you or they need anything.”
“Please don’t hesitate to call me.” Maan interrupted once again shaking Jaspal sir’s hand and circumventing Jaswinder with a firm arm under Geet’s elbow.
Geet settled into the car not even bothering to say anything. He was so out of order.
They drove in silence as the evening started to fall, the blue sky turned dusky and pink and orange rays lit the horizon. The road became a long highway surrounded by trees on both sides as dusk settled.
“Why did you give money to Babli you know I would have it ready for them?” It slipped out her mouth because that’s all she had been thinking about. That and the way he kept glaring at her for talking to Jaswinder.
“Geet! Babli and Chotu as I said are my responsibility now as well, and as such I am well within my rights to sort such matters out. You don’t have to worry any more.”
“O! I don’t need your money!”
“Geet! Stop being so thick headed.”
“Maan stop the car!” She yelled.
Ignoring her he kept driving.
She suddenly made a lunge for the keys.
“Geet! Geet! Stop it!” He struggled with her braking hard to stop the car mid road with a screech.
“Paagal ho gaye ho tum!” His eyes blazed at her.
Without saying a word she jumped out of the car and started walking.
“Geet! Get back in the car!” He all but roared from behind her.
“I am going to walk! I don’t want to be in the car with such a pig headed person!”
“Geet! Stop this nonsense at once and get back into the car!”
Ignoring him she kept walking turning into a sharp bend when a sudden gust of wind suddenly hit her and she staggered back. She hadn’t realised the road was getting so dark and the weather was turning.
“Geet I am telling you get back in the car now!” He grabbed her arm and turned her to face him, she struggled against his easy strength not giving an inch. With a muttered curse he bent and scooped her up high into arms and started to walk back towards the car.
“Put me down.” she yelled at him pushing at his chest ineffectually not realising that he stopped suddenly staring ahead as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
“Maan put me down!”
“Hmm?” His face look bewildered as he slowly let her down.
“What!” She asked grumpily dusting herself off, turning to see why he was staring at the car like that.
But she saw no car.
The spot where the car had been was completely and utterly empty!
“Maan!” An incredulous look came over her face. “What did you do with the car?”
He stared at her blankly. “What do you mean what did you do with car? Obviously nothing as I was chasing after you as usual!”
“Oh so now its all my fault! The world is round blame me!”
“This road is cursed!” He muttered, last time they ended up at Santa and Banta’s house, this time their car had simply vanished whilst they were arguing. “Abb kiss naya problem mein fasaya tumne humko abhi!” he muttered under his breath.
A voice boomed from behind them.
“Faas to gaye ho tum log! Inspector Gullu ke haathon mein!”
They both turned to see a police inspector with three of his deputies, behind stood a police jeep. Where the hell had they come from? Maan stared them blinking with surprise. The man who had spoken was approximately four foot nothing, such a tiny man with the loudest voice he had ever heard. All three deputy’s had a wild look in their eyes, they were advancing on them as if they suddenly won first prize at the fair.
“Thank goodness you came, our car…” Maan started walking towards them.
“I am sure you are Mirchibhai!” He stared at Maan really hard. “But you will not pull the dhotis over my eyes. I know who you ares! Inspector Gullu knows he has caught the famous international jewel thieves that all the polices in all the continents are looking for! Now I will get promotions! Gullu jaayega to Mumbai and you will rot in jail Mirchibhai!
Maan looked down at him with incredulity. What was this man saying? Who was Mirchibhai? And what continents?
First Geet had gone mad and now this idiot!
“Quick handcuff them so they don’t get away!” He shouted to his constables.
“Maan?” Geet edged closer to him grabbing his arm. What was going on here?
The constable said, “But sir we have only one set of handcuffs left. Remember we used the others on those two goatherds and that fat lady who slapped you for taking her tiffin.”
Gullu gave the man a quelling look. “Idiot! Then handcuff them together. Two for one! I came for Mirchibhai and I also got Mirchibai!”
“What! Paagal ho tum!” Maan resisted as the constable tried to cuff them, but three of them surrounded him and handcuffs suddenly clicked onto their wrists.
“Dekho you are making a huge mistake. Our car vanished and and we were just on our way to delhi.” Pleaded Geet finding herself handcuffed to Maan’s wrist she stared at the metal bracelets with shock.
Inspector Gullu pushed his face right into Maan’s and hissed. “I have arrested criminals in three continents.”
“Where sir?” A constable quizzed staring at Inspector Gullu with a puzzled look on his face, he knew Gullu hadn’t been out of India ever.
“Hariyanas, UPs and Punjabs. Three continents I tell you! And No one gets aways from Inspector Gullu!”
“But sir they are not continents…” The little man jumped up and down trying to correct him.
“Shut up constable! Put these two in the back of the jeep we are taking them to the station!”
“Giithhhhhhhh! This is all your fault!” Maan glared at her.