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I was standing on the terrace of Khurana Mansion. It's a cloudy day n as I looked up I realized that there r few dark clouds making a bright afternoon look like dusk, just like my life. Although it's been a week of my n Maan's wedding but I could still feel the difference between our relationship.

As I thought about that day which was exactly 2 years later of the day when we were supposed to get married before I disappeared. He did try his best to make it a memorable day for me, though he knew that for me, every moment of our togetherness is beautiful n memorable.

He surprised me by getting Dadimaa n Vicky, so early in the morning, even though they had gone back just a day before. In fact it was a surprise for us all. Eversince I have known Dadimaa, she n me have shared a very different bond. She had been a mother, a guardian n a friend to me. And Vicky... well, we had always treated each other as siblings rather than devar n bhabhi. In fact he used to tease Maan by calling him Jiju.

I chuckled thinking about Maan's apology about our wedding dresses...

Jaan ... I m sorry ... itni subah yehi mila... Maan said making a baby sorry face. While I checked the beautiful new red dupatta with one of my plain red suit that Meera had picked for me, Maan held a simple kurta - payjama in silk for himself.

My eyes filled up when instead of a Mangalsutra, which he couldn't pick due to lack of time, Maan removed his gold chain, that his mother had given him, from his neck n made me wear it.

I was so overwhelmed when Pandit ji called someone for Kanyadan and Dadimaa, Adi Sir n Yash came forward at the same time. But eventually Dadimaa told Yash n Meera to go ahead with it.

Dadimaa showered us with her love n blessings while Aniee cried hugging me n Vicky actually swirled me with happiness.

Meera n Yash sent me off with teary eyes. In these past 2 years we had grown as a small family. But I didn't wonder when more than me, it was Maan who thanked them.

I came back from the memory lane with a loud ringing of my phone which read Maan's name n I picked it up immediately knowing the first question.

Ji Maan...

Jaan where r u ?? My heart ached hearing his anxious voice

Maan... I m on the terrace...

Oh... I just called... He looked for a justification but I knew his reason

Maan... I m fine... I said softly

Hmmm...

And I cut the call painfully, knowing fully well that he'll b here very soon. It had been like this only, since past one week, Maan will b around me all the time in pretext of doing something or the other. But I know he still fears that I may again try to go away.

Maan Singh Khurana, the workaholic, hadn't stepped out of his mansion since our wedding. It's only when the other day, Dadimaa wanted to take me to shopping, he accompanied us shocking everyone. But the first thing he picked for me was a new cell phone.

At night he stays awake to ensure that I sleep peacefully. Before even my nightmare starts to haunt me, he would know it n will take me in his arms soothing me.

But it hurts, it hurts seeing him panic each time when I would be out of his vision for more than 10 - 15 minutes. It hurts to see the ever confident Maan Singh Khurana being so uncertain.

~o~

It was drizzling slightly n I was standing in the balcony of our room. Maan was in washroom n I wasn't feeling sleepy so I came here. I heard the click of door but didn't turn. I knew he would come to me n he did.

I could feel some difference in the way he was gazing at me. But before I turn, I felt him embracing me from the back n nuzzling my neck. My breath got stuck with the change in his touch. Although it wasn't the first time that he was hugging me after marriage, we did cuddle, kiss n hug but none was out of desire. They all were either out of pain or concern or may be promising never to part.

Maan... I moaned as held me tight against his body n slowly licked each droplet of water lingering on my face.

His slow pecks changed into mouth - opened kisses n with each kiss the long buried - fire ignited. Not getting full access from the back, he turned me in a jerk n captured my mouth. My hands locked behind his neck while his hands roamed on my body.

He bit my lower lip asking for entry but stopped immediately as I froze. The beautiful moment turned regretful. My eyes filled while he took me in his arms rubbing my back n murmuring Sorry' in my ears.

But the pain of him apologizing was much more than what I felt a few minutes back.

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