OPPOSITES ATTRACT

Part 3

NOTE: Suhagrat is nothing like you would have thought of. the morning after will be even better. So enjoy the quick update. Im back within a day. Everything written between the ## is the self talk of the person mentioned.

The journey home

A little girl was playing with a big red balloon, too large for the girl to hold.... her little pink fingers fumbled to hold it close to her. The balloon moved out of her hold and was flying away from her as if it had a will of its own. The girl ran after it too engrossed to be aware of her surroundings. She was occupied by her fascination and followed and played with it. Then the chubby girl turned and saw her parents missing. She involved in her whim to control the balloon had lost track and missed her parents. The whole world crashed and she felt lonely missing her parents......now the balloon was there but she didn't want it...she wanted nothing but her parents' warm hug........

Geet looked out of the car window with her head resting on the glass.......tears started rolling down wetting her pink cheeks...her whole face turned red....it was an immense loss......She snapped back towards the rear window to catch the last glimpse of Brij veerji, tayyaji and papaji completing the last ritual of marriage, pushing the car...last ritual they did in their daughter's life....She raised her hand in a way to reach them like she could touch them and wipe the tears of their face. She kept looking back even after the images faded away in the horizon.... All she could see was dust rising on empty road. She cried in sobs, gasping for breaths.

Maan sat with a stern face. No such ritual could awake emotions in him. In fact her sobs were irritating him like constant nagging. The moment he had sat in the car he took out his i phone to check the missed messages and calls. He had many pending things to attend and the girl's constant sobs with hiccups was distracting him. No one had behaved in such manner in front of him. He had that effect on people. He inhaled deep to gather all his patience so as to not shout over her.

Maan said curtly- You have come a km away you can't see them. So better sit straight.

Maan was a person with control. Everything was controlled from his morning wake up time to the moment he slept. He liked to control things and he did. His office moved according to his wishes. At home no one dared mess up his schedules. He controlled everything so easily and thought it to be the reason behind his success. He even had learned to control his emotions. He never showed his emotion to slightest bit to others. He had mastered this art by now. No one could ever knock on that shut door. It was not that he was harsh but he wanted to be distant from others.

Geet was too tired to fight back. Her emotional outburst had weakened her. All she wanted was a shoulder to rest on but he was not the one. She turned back to rest on the window and gazed at the last glimpses of her farms. She touched the glass with her palm etching a picture in her mind....it was a perfect view of sun setting at the horizon where she had left everything that belonged to her.

Her sobs and hiccups grew milder with time... After sometime maan realised that she was quite. geet had slipped into deep sleep. Maan was peaceful as her sobs were bickering him and not letting him work. He got engrossed in his ipad checking the many pending mails.

Since when have you been driving?

Maan was startled to hear her sweet voice as he was still busy texting and never realised she was awake.

The convo between the driver and geet continued for long time from his family tree to work background. EVERYTHING.

#Maan- I never asked so many questions to him when im the employer. the old man had been working with khurana's since my college days and I dnt know these things about him. How can she chatter so much.#