mahsoos Part 80
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Maans heart did not feel happy, there was annoying restless, like he wanted to shout out something. He wanted to claim everything. Overall he was confused about how to take this frustration out. He quickly changed in to his trouser and went to his normal pushups. Maan was restless about his baby. He wanted to hold him, comfort him… Make geet realize that whatever her thought may be, it’s wrong. He can look after his son and his wife. There were no doubt in that. He trusted him self enough to trust him self with his son. Maan did not show any sign of stoping his push-ups. He had no track of time and wondered how many pushups have he done so far. 100… 200… 250… 300… Why there was no pain yet? His hand did not send out any distress signal! Why? Maan closed his dark eyes and continued with his pushups.
His mind some reason completely ignored who was around him, his mind even ignored the charming noise of geets anklets. His mind even ignored that his pain would heart geet beyond him.
‘maan… Maan! Maan!’ geet shouts over and over again, calling his name to forbid him to continue with his exercise.
Geet bends down to stop him from doing any more push ups.
‘maan, please stop it. You are hurting your self. Please maan!’
His body was crawling with sweat. While both hand showed clear sign of refusal of taking the pain any further.
Maan stops slowly and instantly leans back, than fell flat on his back, breathing rapidly.
‘what’s wrong with you?’ geet snaps at him.
He closed his eyes, in order to inhale much air as possible. She worriedly looked at his fuming chest.
‘maan! What is this? Don’t you feel the pain?, it looks so swore!’ she placed her hand over his bicep, the blood vassal underneath the skin was throbbing. She guessed instantly that his arm was in pain, yet why there was no discomfort displayed on his face.
‘maan… Are you ok?’ he did not reply. His heart was still busy to drive in much blood as possible from body and make its way to the lung.
‘why are you hurting your self?’ geet with little tear looked at him. She held his both cheek, bringing him close, ‘I am here. Face me and say why are you so careless about the pain your hand indicating to!’
Maan could feel her soft yet rapid sweet breath. She was fuming with anger, her heart was throbbing underneath…
Why wasn’t he comforting her?
‘it’s nothing! I am fine!’
Geet looked at his both frozen eyes, there were no reflection let alone a blink. She became used to it, however today those eyes looked like a stranger. She have lost the thought about complaining about her life since she fell in love with him. The word complain had no space in her love. In her life. Because she loves him immensely, thats why today her eyes wanted to complain? Why? Was it because maan’s frustration that no one believes that he can not look after his own child or the frustration that even his own wife thinks like that.
Life hasn’t been exactly a cup of tea for him, but giving your self such pain will prove nothing except hurting her.
‘you are hurting me maan. You are not hurting your self. Why wont you say what’s bothering you?
Maan ignored her question. His angry reaction did not go unnoticed by geet. She silently sat at the position she was in, observing maan as he stood up and walked off.
Geet in dilemma looked at his disappearing body. She came back to the bedroom, baby was still with avantika. The room looked reasonably clean. She wondered what to do to make maan feel comfortable again.
Geet walked out silently with a miserable face. Annys door was open, and in her surprise she was busy talking to armaan. She smiled.
‘bhabi!’ anny instantly spines around. Geet. Confusingly looks at her.
‘how did you know?’
‘your ankle bracket!’
Geet looks down on her feet. Maan’s present. She smiled and looked back at anny.
‘talking to armaan?’
Anny cuts the call instantly. ‘I will talk to him later. What’s wrong?’
‘au…’ geet bits her lips. Wondering how to start a conversation.
‘maan is mad at me!’ she walked in slowly, sitting at the edge of annys bed.
‘is it about our little angel?’
Geet nodes. ‘yes!… Au…’ she wasn’t sure how to explain.
‘you know, I am extremely carless, but bro is million times better than me!’
Geet observed anny for few minutes. She was right, god knows how many time she have encountered anny tripping, falling! But maan, he always have been active, he sees the world with closed eyes. What she was thinking about? How can she doubt on him?
‘I felt how family was behaving! I think it was unnecessary! I bet dad is fuming at the moment! Specially at mum!’
Geet instantly understood the arguments that mum and dad were having about. Geet felt more guilty knowing, if she spoke out that no, maan is fine… No one would have bothered thinking about this situation twice! Uff…
Geet bit her lips… In wonder how to fix this problem. She thought about shopping, shopping was the best idea to start with & in this way maan will also feel connected with there baby.
‘how is your health bhabi?’
‘healing!’ she smiled.
‘and how is our little angel? I already made list of name!’ she smiled.
‘you chose one and than I will let maan know!’