Piyu 's OnE ShOts ~ MaYuR~My FiRsT kiSs Pg 12 - Page 5

Originally posted by: AMMY LUVS RIDZ

Hey guys,
this is a story told by my best friend....on mayur.
THE LOVELY DIVORCE ~MAYUR
( sana di 's last part on pg 3)

On my wedding day, I carried my wife nupur in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was feeling very shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom mayank sharma.

This was the scene of 4 years ago..............

The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water. We had a son mayur, I went into business and tried to make more money. When the work was steadily increasing, the affections between us seemed to decreasing. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school. Our marriage life seemed to be happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.

Dia came into my life.

It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dia hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her sea of love. This was the apartment I bought for her. Dia said, "You are the kind of man who best draws girl's eyeballs." Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we just married, my wife said "Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls." Thinking of this, I became some what hesitant. I knew I had betrayed nupur. But I couldn't help doing so.

I moved Dia's hands aside and said, "You go to select some furniture, O.K.? I've got something to do in the company." Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised her to go and see with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me. However, I found it rather difficult to tell nupur about it. No matter how easily I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together or, I was before the computer, visualizing Dia's body. This was the means of my entertainment.

One day I said to her in a slight joking way. "Suppose we divorce, what will you do?" She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn't imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious.

When my wife went to my office, Dia had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking with her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my staff members. But I saw some hurt in her eyes.

Once again, Dia said to me. "hey honey, divorce her, O.K.?" Then we will live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more.

When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. "I've got something to tell you". She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want to divorce. I raised the serious topic calmly. She didn't seem to be much annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, "Why?" I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer turned her angry. She threw away the spoon and shouted at me. "You are not a man!" At that night, we didn't talk to each other. She was crying continously. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dia.

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living 4 years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firm and clear.



A late night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fell asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again. She brought up her divorce conditions. She didn't want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month's time before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal life as possible. Her reason was simple. Our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn't want him to see our marriage broken. She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, "mayank, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day?" This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, "I remember." "You carried me in your arms." She continued, "So, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning." I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage with a romantic form.

I told Dia about nupur's divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. "No matter what tricks she does, nupur has to face the result of divorce." She said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable.

Nupur and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out for the first day, we both appeared uncomfortable . Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms.

She closed her eyes and said softly. "Let us start from today, don't tell our son." I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for bus, I drove to office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was still sooo beautiful. .

On the third day, she whispered to me, "The outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there."

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dia became vaguer(not thinking of her).

On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of closeness was even stronger.

I didn't tell Dia about this.

I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, "It seems not difficult to carry you now." She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, "All my dresses have grown fatter." I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger.

I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head. Our son came in at the moment. "Dad, it's time to carry mum out." He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an important part of his life. Nupur gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.

On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, "Actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old." I held her tightly and said, "Both you and I didn't notice that our life was lack of such closeness."

I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dia opened the door. I said to her, "Sorry, Dia, I won't divorce. I'm serious." She looked at me, astonished. Then she touched my forehead, "You got no fever." I moved her hand off my head. "Sorry, Dia. I can only say sorry to you. I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you."

Dia seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into cry. I walked downstairs and drove to the office.

When I passed the flower shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife NUPUR which was her favourite. The salesgirl asked me to write the greeting words on the card. I smiled and wrote. "Nupur I'll carry you out every morning until we are old."

LOVE
PIYU😳(Credit goes to my best friend heli)
( sana di 's last part on pg 3)

Originally posted by: waiting

OMG Sana!!!
this is beautiful!!! i dont think i hv words good enuf to describe this update! it actually made me cry .. ur a brilliant writer!!!
i dnt knw what else to say except that i loved it from the depth of my heart!👏

nicest work piyu..actually i have no words 4 it....can't help yaar....and sana..i can say only this much dat i m literally crying😭😭

i hope u both understand what i want 2 say bt i have no words 4 dat....this is not only a story bt this is what is happening in d life of many couples...