Perfectly Imperfect 2 updated Part – 1

PART – 1

“I hate you. Good bye Mr. Khurana.”

This was the last word she said while disappearing from his life. He never thought that he couldn’t able to see her again. Though initially he was happy that a dirt left his life for forever.

She was tied to him because of his grandparents. She is grand daughter of his grandma’s best friend and she promised to her friend that when their kids grow up they will tie them in a sacred relationship and they did but forgot about their children happiness.

Maan was a born prince. Khurana’s, one and only heir. There is nothing which he wanted and he doesn’t get it. Since the day he born he get everything.

While Geet born in a middle class family. Her father is a simple clerk and it’s very hard for him to fulfill the needs of his family.

Their backgrounds and priorities are different. Their life style is completely different and their thoughts were far away from each other.

She doesn’t fit in his world. “You know what. Even my secretary’s dresses are more expensive than yours. But you got a jack pot and without any struggle.” He taunted her on the very first day of their marriage.

His words sharply conveyed the message that she is unwanted here and she has no self respect in his eyes.

Maan did this marriage drama just for the sake of his grandmother. She wasn’t feeling well and he doesn’t wanna upset her for any reason.

For her sake he decided to get married to a girl, which he might not even like to see.

Two years of loveless marriage. Maan never looked back at her. She doesn’t exists for him. Geet wasn’t more than a piece of furniture which he brought and forgot. Who’s existence doesn’t matter to anyone. Dadima was hospitalized due to her health reasons so she doesn’t know the truth of their relationship.

Geet wants to get rid of this unwanted marriage but for her family’s and dadima’s sake she is bearing this pain silently.

She knew her parents never support divorce. In her world marriage was for lifetime. Her family was Orthodox. They don’t understand the word Divorce. For them marriage happens for once only and no matter what, girl should adjust with boy and his family in every condition. There is nothing which can’t be tackled.

“Geet stop talking nonsense. He is your husband. It’s your job to attract him and make him happy. If you are keep going like this how would you manage your life. Listen Geet, humne tumhe vida kar diya hai ab woi tumhara ghar hai. To adjust karna seekho.” This was this last word she heard from her mother.

This was the last phone call she made to her mother and once again she rejected her plea badly.

In this whole world there is none who could hear what she feels or want. No none. A person whom she trust blindly was the one who don’t take a second in breaking that trust.

She was so happy as all feed her mind since childhood that one day Maan will come and made her his bride. He was prince of her dreams but realty was far different from the dreams. The glass castle she made since childhood was crushed by her prince in a second. On their first night he clearly told her that she was imposed on him and he never going to accept her in anyway.

“You are very lucky that dadima chose you but not as lucky that I do the same. You will never be my choice. So just stay here and enjoy the wealth. Never try to be my wife. You will never get me.” He said and left her in tears.

They never ever share a same room. Their marriage become a joke. Last time when she talked to her mother and she ditched her badly, Geet understood one thing that she had no one to support her.

She dialled one last time to Maan to settle this matter but like always he was never intrested in her words.

“Geet stop boring me. I am busy. If you have something useful to discuss then fine, or else hung up the call.” He snarled.

“Yes Mr. Khurana. I wanna tell you something very important. I hate you. Good bye Mr. Khurana.” She said and hung up the call.

Maan smiled and take it as a blank threat but when he comeback he found the mansion empty. He thought to taunts her but she kept her words. She was really missing. He checked everywhere but she was missing. She didn’t even took her clothes. She left all those gifts which dadima gifted her on every ritual.

Her phone was kept on side table as it was gifted by Maan to her. “You don’t have any standard but I have. So please next time I don’t wanna see that cheap phone in your hands.” He snatched her phone and break it immediately. She left with no option to use his gifted phone. But today with everything else she left that phone too.

It’s been full 3 years, and she still missing. Strange but his money and power fails to find her.

He was happy that she left him. Because for him she was a good digger. That’s it. Like all other girls approached him. He was happy that he get rid of her, but this happiness not stay long with him.

From last two years he was searching her madly, but his power and money fails to find a girl which he concluded nothing more than a dirt.

“I don’t wanna hear excuses. From last two years you only giving me lame excuses. I need to find her at any cost.” He yelled on his searching team.

“Sir we did our best but she is no where. I think she is no more.” One of them couraged and got a hard spank in return which made him land on hard floor. His lip was bleeding and he was apologizing for mercy as Maan was beating him, until his friend cum advisor pushed him back.

“Leave.” He roared and all rushed out of his cabin.

“Have you gone mad?”

Maan shoot him a glare in return.

“Na tell me why you are searching her? As far as I know she had no value in your eyes, then why you spending money like water in her search. And even I think the same. If she were alive, these people would have found her. Accept the truth Maan. She is no more.” He said in a graveled voice and boost his anger.

“Shut up. Don’t push me to hit you as well.” He gave him a deadly glare and left his cabin.

“Idiot. Jab wo iske pass thi to nahi chahiye thi. Ab nahi hai to woi chahiye.” He doesn’t understand his madness and what he exactly wanted.

“Mumma…. Mumma…” Two year old run towards a girl who was smiling while playing with a little soul.

“Come shona… My baby.” She took him in her arms and kissed all over his face.