Inamorata-SS chapter 8 updated @ page 34(04/10/17) - Page 26

Originally posted by: ZehriliChidiya

Reswa! !!!🤗

Pata hai tum kal mere sapne Mey aayi thi. ..aur mere saath phone pe baat kar rahi thi. .saachi 😃

So here is the next and the last part of Inamorata. Eventually previous chapter was where the story ends. This is just a small chapter for evaviego who actually was very unhappy as Suman didn't utter those three words. And of course nishatika to whom I was a bit rude, here comes my apology.

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Through The Darkness

"...I'll always be here, saying I love you." I smiled.

"Yeh kuch zyada nahin ho Gaya?!" She asked narrowing her eyes.

"Zyada matlab?" A little pinch to my heart, here I was pouring my heart out and she...

"No I mean, main kuch bhi karoon aur aap mujhse naraz nahin honge...aisa thodi chalta hai." She pouted.

"So you want me to be angry." I asked confused.

"Haan...see simple, aap gussa nahin honge to main bhi nahin ho sakti right?" She paused, as if thinking hard, "Jo mere liye to bahut mushkil kaam hai."

"So you'll be angry...aur kis baat pe?"

"Areee, jaise aap, subha subha jaldi uthte ho...ab aap mujhe bhi uthayenge tab to maan lo world war 3."

Okay...so now it was my time.

"Par uthane ka kya matlab?"

"Matlab...subha aap uthenge to mujhe nahin uthayenge?"

"Bhai main kyun uthaunga?"

"Areee shaadi hogi tooo..."

"Shaadi...Shaadi ki baat kahan se ayi?" I chuckled.

She opened and closed her mouth.

"Kya matlab, aap mujhse shaadi nahin karenge?" She whispered.

"Suman I said I love you, I didn't say that I'll marry you..." I shrugged off.

"Kyaaa...Mr Malhotra..." She looked around for something, probably to hit me.

"Now now...why should I marry a girl Jo abhi bhi mujhe Mr Malhotra keheke bulati ho." I laughed.

"Achcha woh! Hmmm old habits die hard." Smiling she tilted her head "So Shravan it is. Okay?"

"Hmm. Ab bolo...kya keh rahi thi." I smiled casually where as my heart did a full blown summersault as my name rolled of her tongue.

"Main...woh...main bhul gayi." She sighed. "Oh Haan subha uthne k bare mein. So woh to tum bhul hi jao. And..."

"And?"

She pondered a bit, "waise, ek aur issue hai."

"Like?"

"As you know, I can't cook so...matlab breakfast I can manage but lunch and dinner..." She paused looking guilty.

"Sure, breakfast you can manage so every morning bread!" I sighed. "Waise I think I never have told you, that I can cook. That too pretty well." I winked.

"Huh! Of course you can. The Shravan Malhotra you are, you can do anything. And you know Mr Malhotra...I mean Shravan, you are the perfect example of a perfect husband. Wah wah." She laughed. "I am lucky to have you in my life."

"Hmm." I narrowed my eyes,"but ek kami to reh gayi."

"What?"

"You didn't tell me that you love me."

"Hain! Abhi to bataya."

"No,you didn't. Ab tumhe mujhse shaadi karni hai, and uparse tum subha nahin uth sakti, you can't even cook. Yeh sab to main maan bhi loon, but ek proper confession toh chahiye."

"Mujhse na hoga yeh sab, proper confession-vonfession!" She pouted looking down.

"Okay..." I sighed softly. Yes I was disappointed, I really wanted to hear her saying those three words. "Toh ab kya?" I stood up and walked around the kitchen island, "kuch hai Kya khaane ko?"

"Hmm bread." She said softly, "Shravan are you angry?"

"Nahin to." I mumbled, "so bread for dinner?"

"Shravan?"

"Bread jam it is then."

Suddenly I felt a soft tug, "you are angry?"

"No Suman, I am not. Let's eat, I am starving."

I could feel her tensed up before she sighed through her nose, "safe...safe is what I feel when I am with you Shravan. Safe I was even when I met you, you helping me out with the safety belt. There was something in you, that I actually could ask you to help me." She laughed, "then of course how could I forget that night, I actually did go with you, pehele dinner and then terrace pe. Even that day, I was pretty much sure of my safety with you."

She blushed, looking down she continued, "you know I am actually scared of heights. Yet I gladly went with you to sit by your side while you were busy showing me your flying skills." She tilted her head a bit flashing those twinkling eyes towards me, "and of course you have no idea how jealous I was of that particular girl, you would call your wife. I was actually ready to rip off her head. Even in my imagination it was hard to see you with another girl and doing all those things you mentioned was devastating."

Her palms were already cold and sweaty, and I knew the main part was about to come.

"Would you believe me if I say, I fell in love with you when you told me about your fantasies...or when you had panipuri or took a bus even when you were clearly uncomfortable.
And yes...when you actually trusted me enough that you told everything related to you, and that mural...actually my mural, you sitting there all art drank, your light brown hair almost shimmering as gold, and the way you worked, bold and steady strokes, it was just mesmerizing. You were actually goosebumpishly beautiful..."

"Beautiful!" I snorted, "seriously? that too goosebumpishly! Is that even a word? "

"Now it is." She grinned wrinkling her nose, "the point is, I fell in love with you even before I could understand. So Mr Shravan Malhotra, I may not be able to wake up in the morning to make your morning tea or coffee but I'll make sure that you sleep peacefully at night. It's possible that you won't be getting anything apart from bread and jam at your breakfast table but I'll make sure that you will never leave the house with empty stomach. I promise you, you will never going to return to an empty house, I'll be there waiting for you."

I sighed, hadn't it been my dream, Suman and me and our little world, "well this sounds definitely perfect."

"I love you Shravan, I really really do. Ekbar chod k gayi thi, dobara nahin jaungi chahe kuch bhi ho jaye. I may not be there when you are in light, but I'll definitely be there holding your hands through the darkness."

The End

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So end it is. I know it's not much and could have been better. Still will be waiting to hear you all. And yes thank you for loving this story so much, it means a lot. Oh! I know there are two or three open threads in this story. But I am planning a long epilogue which will eventually cover all of them.

Again thank you.

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Mending Relationship

Emotions, they need expressions. And I am never good at it. Talkative, chirpy people might say, but actually I am not. Sharing something close to my heart is not something I would like to do. But this Shravan Malhotra, I actually hate him. I hate him, as he always manages to make me say what I feel. His never ending patience, his undying love, it makes me feel so small in front of him.

I can never be like him.

Never.

Don't they say, in every relationship there should be two people who are equally in love. But at every step he outruns me. Five years of marital bliss, but still he makes me feel like a teenage girl who just got to know that her crush likes her too. Isn't that funny?

When he actually told me about his future wife, I thought he was exaggerating, okay not much but a little. Now I can understand, he was not. Everything he said that day, he does that word by word.

I still remember when he actually talked to my parents, that night, after our confessions. Haha! My ever overreacting mother.

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"Let's talk to your parents." He held my hand, as if we were kindergarten children.

"Right now?" I didn't want to ruin our moment.

"Yes. Now. Come on let's call." He was too excited.

Rolling my eyes, I dialed my father's number. I could have called my mother, but knowing her I assumed it wouldn't be a good idea.

"Hello Papa..."

"What happened beta, itni raat ko? Sab thik haina?" His voice sounded a little disoriented through phone's speaker.

Of course it's already half past midnight. Surely he was sleeping.

"Mm Papa I want to tell you something."

"You got your lawyer, isn't it?" He mused.

"Papa...how do you know...I mean..." I gaped at Shravan who looked equally shocked.

"Teri awaz beta, is ek saal mein teri woh udas si mari hui awaz sun sun k pak gaye the hum. Now I can hear my old Suman." He laughed.

"Papa..." I groaned.

"Yeh le Maa se baat kar. Uth k baithi hui hai."

Okay, this seemed to be more easy than I had thought.

"Maa"

"Kya ladka mil gaya? Kitna natak Suman, certificates wohin reh gaya, yeh woh, bolna usse milne gayi thi. Waise kal baat karwana teri lawyer see."

"Actually...Maa he wants to talk to you guys now." I mumbled waiting for the Vesuvius to erupt.

"Now?! Now ka Kya matlab hai? Itni raat ko ek sath ho tum dono."

I was about to explain the situation but again she shouted, "Durr hato, Durr hato...Kya zamana aa gaya hai!" Shravan gasped And sprang on to his legs and hurriedly moved from my side.

"Maa..." I almost choked out of embarrassment.

"Kya Maa? I am too young to have grandchildren."

"Maa...what are you saying." I would die out of mortification.

"Achcha chal chal baat karwa."

I rolled my eyes, and saw Shravan was still sitting almost a foot apart from me.

"H-hello..." He whispered.

Great, one of the best lawyers and stammering.

"Yeh haklata hai?" I smacked my face.

"Priya, tum aise baat karogi to koi bhi haklayga." Papa warned.

"Sorry aunty, woh main thodasa nervous..."

"Nervous?! Kyun Bhai?" Amused she asked.

"Woh peheli baar kisi ladki k parents se baat kar raha hoon na." He blushed.

He blushed, and he looked so cute.

"Achcha! Chalo yeh sun k achcha laga. Toh beta apne gharwalo ko bataya?" Maa asked in her failing to be serious tone.

"They know. Woh bhi bahut pehele se."

"Thik hai, Kal hum unse baat karte hai. Ab humein sone do. Goodnight." She yawned.

She yawned, like seriously!

"Goodnight..."

"Okay that's something, your mother is very... interesting." He laughed.

"Oh you have no idea, this was just a trailer, hopefully she'll tone down her ever dramatic nature when she meets your parents."

That made him freeze.

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Yes, problems with his parents may have taken a little sidetrack but it was still there. He denied to tell his parents about our reconciliation, though he said otherwise to my parents.

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"Shravan don't tell me, you are still angry?!"

He didn't answer. His silence said it all.

"Shravan, kab tak! Abto maaf kardo."

"It's not easy Suman it's not easy. They never really cared for me. All they cared about there happiness, their success, their life. Now that I have you, I don't want...want to be jinxed...I can't lose you...not again."

"Are you even serious? Jinxed! I mean..."

"It happened...you left me after meeting them."

"Shravan..." This time I held his face, I had to admit he looked adorable with this sulking face. "Yes, I left but it's nothing to do with your parents, and you know that too. Your father he actually was nice to me, actually he and your mother both were. So how could you do this to them? Okay, for the sake of logic, if you do the same as what they did, then where's the difference between you and your parents? How could I marry someone who would always look back at the past and hold it so tightly that there wouldn't be anyplace for our future. What would we tell our kids, that their father couldn't even forgive his own parents?!"

"27 years Suman, 27 years. How can you expect me to forget everything and move on. How can I forget, because of them Dadi died. How can I forget because of them I couldn't even have a normal childhood or even a normal life. Just because they liked you I can't forget what they had done to me and moreover how would I know that it isn't their another trick. Oh, you have no idea Suman, how many I have seen in my life!"

My heart broke at every word rolled out of his mouth. But he had to let it go, he had to mend his relationship with his parents. He needed a strong foundation, on which we can build our future, and the only way was to forgive and forget.

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Yes, that was the situation then. But me being the stubborn one, how could I not win?! Yes, first I fought with him, then requested him, then begged before him, then the took out my last weapon. I cried. Yes I had to cry, then only he agreed to meet his parents and tell about us.

"You have no idea, how thankful we are Suman." Mr Ramnath Malhotra's eyes crinkled at it's side, a lame try to hide those tears which are ready to make their way out.

"True Suman, it's because of you that our son is sitting in front of us." Mrs Nirmala Malhotra, patted away her tears.

We all turned at Shravan, who was standing amidst his familiar surroundings, but still looking uncomfortable. Looking at his contorted face, we all could sense what he was going through, he was thinking too hard to come to one point,where he had to talk to his parents, where he had to leave the past and move on.

"Shravan!" My voice broke his chain of thoughts.

"I'll try. It's not easy to forget, but still I'll try." He sighed "Suman chale please?"

"Thank you." I said, as soon as we left the place.

"It's all for you." He eyes were on something distant.

"Then toh double thank you. You deserve a gift." I smirked.

"Gift?" Finally he turned to look at me.

"Yes, gift, how 'bout a kiss?" I tried to be serious, as I already knew what would be his reaction.

"What! Here?"

"Haan to? Rashtrapati Bhavan chalna padega kya uske liye?"

"No I mean...kisine dekh liya to?" Root of his ears were already red.

"Toh?" I took a step forward, and he took a step backwards.

Baffled Shravan was a sight to behold.

"No I mean...Suman... it's..." He fumbled around the words while his cheeks tinted in soft pink, "aise..."

"Mr Shravan Malhotra, I think you have forgotten, in this relationship I am the one who's playing the part of the girl not you. Itna kya sharmana."

"Suman...I..." He was so embarrassed that he couldn't even form a sentence properly.

"Hahahaha..." That was it and I couldn't hold my laughter. Or my famous "Raavan ki hansi" as my friends used to tell me.

"Suman..."

"Main mazzak kar rahi thi... Shravan, I know you are being careful with me, you don't want me to be ashamed of such things , when we both know there are maids who can see us. I just wanted to divert your mind." Sighing I held his hands which involuntarily curled around mine, "I know it's a big deal for you, to talk to your parents. But see the brighter side Shravan, you can have a normal family what you have always craved for. They have already taken a step towards you. Now it's your turn. Whatever they have done, let's just think that they were young and didn't think properly."

He nodded, "I hope it's this easier."

"It's easy, you just need try once. And don't forget, whatever you are today, it's because of them. Be it your studying in a good school or in Oxford, it's because of them only. At least, think that you are paying off by being good to them."

"Tumhe lawyer banna chahiye tha you know." Defeated, he smiled.

"Of course, your personal lawyer at your service Sir."

The next hurdle, when our parents met. I wasn't concerned about my father but Maa, well she is she, can always create drama in any given situation.

I didn't accompany them as per some rituals, but Shravan literally gave me live commentary. Everything went off really well there. Okay, not all, when Maa suddenly joked about how wealthy Malhotras were and if there's anything to do with not giving taxes properly.

Or how big the house was, that I needed all time supervision or I would get lost.

Shravan had really good time though, while his parents were clearly embarrassed.

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"Why are you still sitting here like this?" My pretty mother in law barged in my room.

"Nothing Maa, Shravan aa gaya?"

"Nahin ab tak nahin aya. Yeh ladka kabhi nahin sudhrega. Anniversary party hai. Kaun late karta hai aisa?!"

"Kahin phans gaya hoga Maa." But somehow, I wasn't convinced myself,there must be something else.

I really hope you are okay Shravan.

"Thik hai, kamse kam tum to niche chalo. Guests puch rahe hai."

"Ji Maa."

I went down to the hall, where all the guests were waiting for me and Shravan. Yes today was our fifth marriage anniversary. And this party was kinda grand. I was no fan of these big parties, but I had to admit, I enjoyed being in this parties holding Shravan's hand or he, wheeling me with him.

But where is he!

While chatting with some of the guests, my eyes were still bouncing back to the door.

Ring ring...

"Hello..."

"Mrs Malhotra?"

"Yes speaking."

"Mr Shravan Malhotra ka accident ho gaya hai. He's been admitted to city hospital. Please come fast."

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Have patience. Please. But I had to write this. It's more of a filler Chapter. But I guess it needed. Next chapter i.e epilogue part 2, will be full of ShraMan.

evaviego happy?

swekshatiwari here comes your update.

Hello, here comes the last part of Inamorata. Epilogue part 2

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The Happily Ever After

How does it feel when you are snatched away from someone who matters the most? How does it feel to be empty? How does it feel when you couldn't move but all you want to scream and run? And how does it feel, like there's a vacuum which is choking you to death?

Someone was asking me something, a little nudge, a little tug, I looked around, I could see my mother standing in front of me asking what's wrong, "Woh phone..."

"Phone?"

"Shravan Maa Shravan...hospital..." With a hoarse whisper, my feet hauled towards the main door.

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"Easy Suman, break bhi koi cheeze hoti hai...kuch ho jata to!"

"Tum ho na mere sath. Kuch nahin hoga."

My stomach clenched, as I slammed the brake. I could hear screeching halts of cars behind mine. Of course my family would follow me.

"Shravan Malhotra... Is the name." The receptionist flinched, well the Ramnath Malhotra could sound like this.

"I a-am s-sorry Sir, sach mein iss naam se yahan pe koi admitted nahin hai."

"Mujhe call aya tha...yehin se..." I mumbled looking at my father in-law.

"Are you sure beta?" His soft voice, his fatherly touch was enough for me to break down. All I could was to give a faint nod.

"But sir, there isn't anyone admitted with this name. Mam may I know at what time you got the call, it will be easier to find the one you are looking for."

"Exactly on 7:45 pm." Papa checked my phone.

"Wait a second." The receptionist whose name was Sangeeta as per her badge name, her fingers stormed on the computer keyboard. "Sir, there is one Mr Malhotra here, but I am sorry to say that his name is Mr Sheaven Malhotra, and yes he was accompanied by Mr Shravan Malhotra." she stuttered, "I am sorry sir, it's a big mistake, I actually misread the name and called Mam instead of Mr Sheaven Malhotra's... actually both of them are Malhotras...and the numbers Mr Shravan Malhotra gave...it's..."

"What! Bolo ab hadh hai Bhai!" My mother finally broke off and instantly warned by my father to keep her mouth shut.

"That means..." My father-in-law looked at me, "they have made the mistake" and again turned around to look at Sangeeta, "and the hospital is surely going to bear the consequences."

"Sir..." Sangeeta stood up and most probably about to start to apologize when we heard a very much shocked voice.

"Suman...Papa..." we all turned around in slow motion, if I weren't in this situation where I thought I have almost lost my husband, I would have joked that we exactly looked like a scene of a daily soap.

"Shravan..." our soft murmurs echoed in synchrony.

"What you all are doing here? And what about the party? Suman what happened?" He barreled towards us.

Relief washed over me instantly seeing him standing there. That emptiness which was crushing me from inside, replaced by something soothing, as if very first rain drops touching soil after scorching days of summer.

His jacket was hung in his forearm, his hair disheveled, he looked handsome even when tiredness screamed out of his body.

Papa narrated the whole situation, and finally hugging and patting him, the whole family left us alone.

"Suman..." closing my eyes I devoured the moment as my name came out as a soft whisper from his lips.

"Couldn't you just call?" Managing the lump in my throat I murmured, "couldn't you?"

"I am so sorry Suman, Sheaven is one of our assistant associates, he works with me. I was already running late for the party, and he was trekking up the stairs, I didn't notice and we collided. He fell down the stairs Suman, I just couldn't leave him like that. That receptionist did make the mistake...and I understand..."

"Who should I murder first you or that receptionist?" I clenched my teeth, now that I knew he was safe, my fear had become rage, "just tell me."

"Suman... please...calm down!" He took a step back.

"Calm down!!! You bloody lawyer, actually how did you become one tell me that first! Didn't you think once about me, didn't you know it's our anniversary, didn't it occur to you that at least you should have called me instead here you are looking this handsome that all the nurses even the lady doctors are drooling over you." I spat without thinking.

"So the main problem here is that nurses and lady doctors are drooling over me?" He arched one of his perfect eyebrows, "and here I thought my wife is going all ballistic because she thought I have had an accident."

"Of course! You out of all people saying this! Do you know at what speed I drove my car, do you know, how many traffic rules I have broken just because of you...and here you are..." angry tears made my vision hazed, "and that Sheaven! How come he has the same surname!"

"Suman...as far as I know Malhotra is a very common surname." He bit his lower lip, most probably to control his laughter.

"Exactly...common. I should not have married a man with a common surname." All my emotions were going haywire, I could feel, inquisitive audiences coming near by to get a good view.

"Suman...what are you saying...and.." suddenly my head spun and pale blue walls of the hospital seemed paler to me. "Ohh... Suman what happened?" was the last thing I heard.

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Faint whispers and low chuckles greeted me when I opened my eyes slowly adjusting to the bright light.

"Suman..." my mother and mother in law both standing literally on my head and leaning towards me with bright smile on their face.

"Errr... what..." I jerked up and a warm body enveloped me in a tight hug. My hands instinctively circled the broad shoulders.

"Ahem..." someone cleared their throat, "beta we are still here, please..." and the whole room burst out laughing.

"What the hell is happening here? And what am I doing in this stupid bed of this stupid hospital?" I was still pretty much irritated with earlier incidents and sudden disappearance of the particular warmth ignited new fury in me "why you all are laughing?"

Pin drop silence.

Okay.

So they are scared. Well done Suman.

"Congratulations Mrs Malhotra..." a nervous voice said.

"For what...landing in this stupid bed of your hospital?" I glared at the source of that voice, a young nurse, smiling nervously at my husband.

"Suman..." Papa warned, "behave."

"Papa...it's okay...she is still angry..." Shravan said in his honey dipping voice. "Please leave us alone for sometime. I need to talk to my lovely wife." My heart instantly melted listening the endearment.

"Suman..." I turned my head to see his face. And I had to accept he never looked this happy. His light brown eyes, his dazzling smile with five o'clock shadow his face could put models to shame. Five long years and I was still as awestruck as ever.

"Enjoying much?"

I blinked several times, "what happened Shravan, why am I here?"

He took out a small red rose from his jacket's pocket "happy anniversary wife...and thank you for the gift."

"Gift what gift?"

"This..." he put his hand on my stomach, "what more could I want?! I am so happy Suman...I am so so happy."

It took me a minute to understand his gesture, did he mean I am... I looked up, his eyes glistening with happy tears, his smile so content, "I am...I am..."

"Yes." He laughed, crushing me into a bear hug.

"You happy?" I asked, my voice muffled into his shoulder.

"Oh you have no idea." He sighed. "And you?" He broke the hug and looked into my eyes.

And all I wanted to say yes, but I broke into loud sobs.

"Suman...why are you crying? what happened?"

"I don't know. I don't know."

"What are you saying?!"

"That call Shravan, when I heard that...that... accident...and hospital...I was so scared

"Suman..." he caressed my cheeks, "I am fine."

"I know...but I have to tell you this... I love you Shravan, I really really do." I clutched his collar, "but I didn't know how much. That I got to know today only. That phone call...when she said you are being admitted, I felt like someone threw me into ocean on a boat all alone, I didn't know what to do...I didn't know where to go...I was so lost...I was so scared...I was so angry...and that feeling of loneliness...I didn't even feel that when I left you for that whole year, because at that time I knew that you are better off without me or at least I thought that. But when that call came your pale face flashed in front of my eyes, what would I have done if I had to see you in pain, fighting for your life..."

"Suman..."

"You don't understand...this..."

"I do...I felt the same when you left me and I couldn't find you, all those scary thoughts...I perfectly understand. But now I am sitting in front of you. And you have given me world's best gift." he kissed my forehead.

I put his hand on my stomach, "promise me...you won't do this again...just call me if you are going to be late or a message will do if you are too busy."

"I'll... I promise... actually I was about to call you but you all were already here."

"Hmmm."

"Okay now tell me what do you think...a boy or a girl?"

"Of course a boy...with light brown eyes, with a long nose and this stupid smile. And you?"

"Girl... definitely. I want a mini Suman." He smirked.

"We will see. By the way from where did you get the rose?"

"From that Sangeeta's desk!" He laughed.

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Mr Ramnath Malhotra was too happy to hear about my pregnancy that he had promptly forgotten the threat he had given to the hospital and almost hugged the doctor followed by a glare from my mother in-law. My Mother did a mini dance step in front of the doctor to our utter disbelief when the doctor said all was okay with me. And my father gave me a one side hug mostly embarrassed of my mother's enthusiasm.

Nine months and I created havoc in Shravan's life simply making him run for my midnight snacks, or complaining about how I had become a whale that i could turn over the whole bed if I want, to which he kept mumbling something like sexy whale which made me more furious.

Not only him, even my mother seemed to be scared of me which was a first, once she actually stopped bothering me and started calling my mother in-law. My father and father in-law both were at peace when the women of their lives left them and concentrated on what names could be given to the newborn.

And the day came with all its glory when my water broke that too at seven o'clock in the morning of a lazy Sunday, while brushing my teeth. Shravan was still half asleep when he had to practically carry me in his arms to the parking lot and cursed ferociously why a house of this big was a trouble at the time of emergency.

As usual Shravan won, a beautiful girl with her father's brown hair and long eyelashes complimented with ivory shade of my complexion, she looked dazzling. Though Shravan smirked at me as it was a girl but almost fainted when doctor told him to hold his daughter, to which he smiled awkwardly saying she was too small for his giant arms.

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Years ago, I met a man very handsome man with sad eyes and smile. He used to smile, but it never did reach to his eyes, he used to speak but they were emotionless. But there was something in him that made him so special that I couldn't stop myself from falling for him.

Now after ten years of our marriage, and a beautiful daughter who my mother in-law named Riddhima to keep us busy, I could definitely say, life would not have been this beautiful if it wasn't with this man.

Shravan Malhotra a famous lawyer, a perfect son, a doting father and a beloved husband.

And it was our happily ever after.

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So how's it?

Hopefully I could manage to write what you all have expected it to be. But if it's not up to the mark, my apologies. I tried my best.

Funny part is I should be feeling a bit emotional that Inamorata has come to an end, but here I am happy that I actually could end one of my long running stories which is a big deal for me.

A big thank you to all the readers of Inamorata, thank you for reading, commenting and voting. Trust me it means a lot. Thank you again.