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Hey guys! I am back, but this time with a TS which will be about the inner thoug
hts of ShraMan when they first got married and a bit on the kidnapping. Needless to say I will really miss this show, but I hope to keep the characters alive by writing on them, and I hope that I can do justice to Shravan and Suman. This is my first TS so please please comment and let me know what you think! 😊 , This is also dedicated to all the writers that have written on ShraMan, you guys inspired me to write on this intense and beautiful couple (at least what they were a week ago) and I thankyou for your writing because each and every writer here is impeccable!!
ShraMan TS - Finding Ourselves
Part 1: Shravan
I looked at her, my wife. How funny was it that if someone told me a month ago that I would be Suman Tiwari's husband, I would've been euphoric, but now that I was her husband, I felt everything but euphoria. I felt pained that I was her second choice, that a lawyer from Oxford wasn't good enough for her. It felt ironic that the woman I claimed I hated was my wife. I felt relief, that she was mine, that I was her husband. However, most of all I felt scared. I was scared for our future. My father's words rung in my mind that we could not be happy together. That just like my mother, she would leave me one day for her career. That one day I would be lonely and I would be helpless again without her. In that moment I knew something, I could not give in, and that this marriage needed to be successful. It needed to be successful for me, for us. But how could we make this work? We were both independent, strong individuals, we were exactly like my mother and father. Would I marriage store the same fate as theirs?
The old Shravan Malhotra was one that was helpless, he was a child that needed love and affection and he gave everyone that love and affection as well. But this is tedha Shravan, and tedha Shravan needed no one. I need no one. I was never going to allow myself to fall for her again no matter how hard it was and this time it should be easy, because a broken heart can only feel pain, and well, frankly my heart was so shattered to the extent it could probably never heal. Every time I looked at her, I thought of my mother, I thought of the betrayal. I thought of how both of the women I had loved immensely chose that scumbag of a man over me. My mother, who was my world and I was hers. She was my best friend. We used to talk about everything, from cars to Harry Potter to James Bond and more. I did everything with her, and then that fateful day came. I had come home from school, and had won a trophy for the spelling bee. Excitement rushed over me as the feeling of telling my Ma I had won and made her proud rushed over me. And then with that one sentence, my world came crashing down; "Son, your mother left us for her boss; Ahuja". At first I thought it was a misunderstanding, I thought it was my dad's fault, I thought it was a lie. My mom couldn't leave us; she wouldn't even think of it. My dad took me to her office where she was crying, Ahuja sir had his arms around her as if he was comforting her. It looked platonic, but my dad claimed otherwise. I didn't want to believe him, I wanted to blame him for her leaving, but seeing him broken showed me that he may have been innocent, and that she had actually cheated on him. Days became weeks and weeks became months, I never saw her again, and my doubt was proven; my father was innocent, and my mom had cheated on us. Did she not love me? Was I not good enough for her? All these questions came to my head time and time again. I thought after seeing me now she would feel proud, her son was an Oxford graduate and he was Delhi's best lawyer. I was more successful than Aditya, and yet she never even acknowledged me or my presence. Instead, she came to me once saying to "not be a part of this wedding and to let Aditya and Suman be happy", I had asked her then itself "What was my fault?" and she showed no emotion. She didn't even answer me. It was almost as if after she became Nirmala Ahuja she had completely forgotten that she was once Nirmala Malhotra and had forgotten about her child she had left all those years ago.
And then there was Suman Tiwari, or should I say Mrs. Suman Malhotra. Someone that I once called Sumo, my strong best friend, and the girl I had loved since I was 17. What had she done? First, she broke my heart and I had forgiven her. I let my guard down and we became best friends again, and then she decided to make me meet my mother. I wanted to believe she did it for my well-being, rather I needed to believe she did it for my well-being, however, papa didn't trust that and I had lost my best friend again. I claimed I hated her before and now, but I couldn't hate her. My heart wouldn't allow me too. Still, with the little strength I had, I "broke" our friendship. Although, I still failed to realise, that our bond was too strong to be broken. I was assured that we were over as soon as she had agreed to marry that Aditya, but then again destiny proved me wrong again. I still got shivers thinking about her screams, what could have happened if I didn't reach on time? I knew one thing for sure, I could not handle anyone saying anything against her. Why? Why couldn't I? She had left no stone unturned to hurt me and yet I came back to help her again and again, in fact our life was like an elastic band. The more strongly I tried to pull away, the stronger I was thrust back. This time, it was marriage. I said that I married her for my father, I lied. When the news came that Nanaji wanted us to marry, I was hesitant at first and confused, I didn't want this, I hated her! Didn't I? But then there I was deep in thought, to find a reason, any reason to say yes that would still allow my ego to still be intact and not hurt my father. Then chachi came, and told me about the Gurudakshna, and although I wouldn't have admitted at the time, that was reason enough for me to say yes. Suman may have hurt me a lot, but I still couldn't deny that I loved her and I hated myself for that. I hated myself for being weak, I hated her for making me feel this way. However, sometimes I thought what if she did love me? What if all these fights are happening because of our misunderstandings? What if she isn't the only one at fault? I had known her for 12 years, we understood each other so well, heck, we didn't even have to talk for her to know what was going on my mind and vice versa. I couldn't have wronged her though, she's the one who ignored me, she's the one who betrayed me, but still my heart couldn't believe it, my heart wouldn't let me believe it.
I looked at her again, her face looked like she was on the verge of crying and I knew I was the reason for it. I had had enough of it all. I had enough of everyone expecting me to fulfil their wishes. She wanted a simple wedding, Papa wanted an elaborate wedding. Did anyone ask what I wanted? Why was I always the one who was expected to compromise and give in? First my so-called mother wanted me to compromise and wanted me to leave my own best friend's wedding, and then my wife wanted me to compromise on our wedding. Deep down I knew I had robbed her of a dream that she had manifested over the years. I knew how she wanted all of the rituals to be done, how she wanted to wear a different lehenga for each ceremony and how she wanted to stand out for each function and match her groom. I knew how she wanted to wear a multi-coloured lehenga for the actual wedding, she didn't want it to be traditional because it was too typical' for Sumo. She wanted to wear her mother's jewellery, even if it didn't match because it would make her feel that her parents would be there with her. She wanted there to be lights everywhere to mark the beginning of a new light in her life. And the tulips, how could he forget the tulips? I had made sure there would be tulips everywhere when she was getting married to Aditya but then that bas***d ruined everything. I wanted to arrange her wedding with Aditya with all the arrangements I would've done if we were getting married. Little did I know, she would actually get married to me and I would break all her hopes and all her dreams. Guilt overcame me, but I had pushed it away. I wasn't weak anymore dammit. I had done everything to teach her a lesson, to not mess with Shravan Malhotra. But at what cost? My heart questioned. It was true I wasn't completely happy about what I had done; I was just happy about the fact that she was finally my wife, like I always wanted. She was mine and no one could ever come near her.
I parked the car in front of Tiwari Killa and led her inside, I explained to everyone how it was my decision, I wasn't going to make her listen to anyone's taunts because of something I had forced upon her. After convincing everyone we took their blessings. We bent down to touch Nanaji's feet, he blessed us saying "Always stay together like this." My throat hitched, yes I knew the magnitude of the situation, that now she was my wife and my responsibility but it was also true that we had so many misunderstandings, conflicts and pain in our relationship, would we be able to stay together despite all of that? What if she leaves me as well, what will I do? I somehow beared my mother leaving me, but I could not survive if she left me, no matter how much I claimed to hate her.
I looked down at my phone and saw that papa had called me, I instantly realised that he had found out about my abrupt marriage. He had asked me as to why I took this step, how could I admit to him that whatever I had done was because of my ego, because of my desire to show her how unaffected I was by her. So I told him what he wanted to hear, that whatever I had done was for him, and that he should be proud of me because I had shown her, her place and that no one can go against his wishes. He asked me to come to meet him. I could sense the disappointment in my father's voice, but I didn't care. I thought that I would be happy that I one upped' her, but the fact of the matter was I wasn't happy, I couldn't bring myself to be happy because she wasn't happy. I thought that trapping her in her own words would give my heart some peace, or that inflicting harsh words on her, being a dick to her would make me feel some sort of calm. I was very wrong, it made me more restless, it broke me even more. But I knew one thing, the Shravan Malhotra before was sweet, respectful and caring and that's why he was betrayed many times and by being tedha it meant no one could betray me, they wouldn't be able to. Although whatever I was doing now hurt me as well as everyone else, I knew that at least I wouldn't be affected with the pain of my betrayal.
I made an excuse of work because papa had told me to come without anyone knowing. I promised everyone that I would come and pick up Suman at 3:00. I walked to my car with long confident strides, my blazer hanging by my arm. I sat in the driver seat, when suddenly something wooden hit the back of my head and a sharp pain shoot through my skull. I grabbed my head as someone's hand covered my mouth and everything slowly faded to black.
Part 2: Suman -
Part 3: Us -
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