Hello people..Hope all of you are doing great this Monday. So well we have another week of Tedha Shravan ke antics but then there is some hope thanks to ShraMan marriage!😳 Cant wait for tonight!1 Well coming to my post, this idea struck me last night only. Its the first time I have written something from one character's pov. So hope you all like it. Also I am hooked to this song from Baar Baar Dekho, Dariya ❤️ And I somehow found it too befitting here.
So here it goes people. Its basically in two parts. Happy Reading :)
Aaya Ranjha Mera - ShraMan OS (Part 1)
"Why is this so difficult?" I ask myself trying to do the knot of my tie. As the words reverberate in my head, my gaze automatically meets the reflection in the big mirror standing in front of me. Tall and rigid, just the way I have been off late. Every day I look at myself in the mirror, I fail to recognize the person standing in front of me. I have never felt so devoid of emotions in my whole life. A cold feeling solidifies like a block of ice in my stomach. Every day seems a new struggle these days, a struggle to hold this facade stronger when it persists on slipping with such vengeance. Thanks to the wind of change my destiny brought for me in the form of this one hell of a word, Marriage!
It has almost been three months in this matrimony with Suman and to say that it had been the craziest roller coaster ride of my life would be an understatement. Especially when I had been bed-ridden, totally dependent on her since the past two months. Yes! However surprising it might sound but Shravan Malhotra had been dependent on a girl for a whole of sixty days!
It was another usual evening when driving home from work, a kid stumbled right in front of my car from nowhere. In a spur of the moment, I took a sharp right to save him when my car hit a tree and rest was all faded buzz. When I woke up in the hospital all I encountered was my concerned family and a shit scared Suman, her eyes so red she had been crying a whole night. Though I was discharged the same day but not allowed to even move from the bed for the next 2 months. I had received multiple fractures in my ankle and lower leg.
Knowing my condition I had insisted for a full time nurse for I didn't want to bother anyone with my work but then chachi interrupted and questioned my demand when Suman was there. I had hated the tone in which she spoke of Suman. This was the first time I had ever felt like telling chachi off but I controlled myself because of lalaji and pushkar. And before I could even say anything else, Suman told she would take care of all my needs.
At that moment I could not say a word. When I could have said so much, scolded and taunted her. But I didn't say anything. I still don't know why.
The next few days passed like a reverie. Suman started taking care of all my big and small needs. Right from basics like helping me change my clothes to escorting me to the loo to even helping me wear my floaters. From cooking me healthy meals to supporting me in the extensive physiotherapy sessions, there wasn't a single moment she hadn't been my side. The physical onus of doing all tasks of a well grown up man had begun to show so clearly on her face but probably never in her eyes.
The day doctor had told me about the sixty days bed rest thing I had literally freaked out for I can never stick to my room for this long. But now when I look back at it, I don't even know where did the days fly.
Many a times we would be caught in unintentional awkward moments or she would say something silly and she would realize what she'd said, try to cover it up but then realize it was too late and start to blush. That shy smile, that expression she would don in those moments would make something absolutely exhilarating bubble within me, as if to have her by my side for this whole life was the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me.
Though it wasn't that anything had really turned soft between us. There would be moments of heated arguments and discussions, mostly due to my stubbornness to do things my way giving two hoots to her concern for my health. And then there would be stolen moments of melancholy soaked in our self-treaded pensiveness, when suddenly in the middle of an argument, she would start staring flippantly at me with teary eyes and my expression would immediately turn solemn as a reflex. Those were the moments I would feel like taking her in my arms and rocking her to sleep till dawn. To know that your best friend, your soulmate is breaking right in front of your eyes, piece by piece and you are the reason behind it, It aint a nice feeling.
Days kept on passing like this. Many times when she would find me too bored or depressed, she would put on a dvd of some really funny movie we watched together in past and sit by my side with a bowl of wafers. We would rarely talk though but always end up looking at each other at the same time, because we related it to some past memory of our undying friendship. And all of these times I would end up feeling happy as the movie reached its end credits. I don't know how she always knows how to cheer me up but she knows it. Each time! And I don't like it at all, for it makes me feel so defenseless.
And then there were moments so stupid I feel like going invisible out of embarrassment even thinking about them. I still remember the day the fat irritating nurse had come to administer me a shot of paracetamol as I had developed a fever; I had been in the worst of moods that day and add to that the excruciating pain didn't really help.
"Turn around, this needs to go in your backside" the nurse had told and all I could do was blush like a peony.
"Please send her out" I said pointing towards Suman, the very idea of she seeing me at my vulnerable best had me so flushed I literally got goose flesh.
"For heaven's sake she's your wife" The nurse had told me off and administered the injection with me turned over, face down. I hadn't seen Suman's face but I knew she had giggled slightly once her concern sub-sided. Honestly I had never felt so off-guarded in front of Suman my whole life but the fact that it strangely made me happy was something I am still trying to figure out. I don't know what's so good about being comfortable doing nasty stuff in front of your wife? But I still feel something good about that incident however embarrassing it might be.
Days passed and slowly I had started showing signs of improvement. And finally after sixty days the plaster was removed. When we drove back from the hospital, my eyes were stuck on her. I think she knew it but she did not look back even once. Somewhere she had understood I wanted to say thanks to her and probably that was the last thing she wanted to hear at that moment.
