Memories In the Making-The Sharmas(MN)Link p.149 - Page 23

Originally posted by: vincikhurana

lovely update................!!!!!update d nxt part soon!

Originally posted by: mayur_my_jaan

hayeeeeeeeee

mayank is such a nice hubby

so sweet so caring so perfect

kitna khayal rakhta hain woh nupur ka

n i completely love the way u describe each n every new day n each feeling n the slow pace of teh story

i can read it infinite no. of times

loved it

luv

shruti

Originally posted by: Auroni.92

Ishita im just loving this ff...Its outstanding...Is it ur first attempt...
All the parts were excellent...I could find the real Mayur in ur ff that i wanted to see in the show...They disappointed me but u dnt...
The morning romance, cute tactics, the emotional part all wr too mnish even in the comic parts u surprised me with ur writing capacity...
Well done and dnt delay to update...will wait...

Originally posted by: Ishita16

Thank you! Yes, it is my first attempt at writing a ff.

I'm so glad to hear that u found the real Mayur (I was scared that I might damage the characters.) Aww..so sweet of u to say that. I wish they had shown more cute sweet Mayur scenes in the show...

I'm glad u liked everything...It is hard to write comic parts (it didn't work out the way I had planned earlier but am glad u thought it was good)

Will update ASAP.

Brilliant update Ishita. Loved it a lot. Mayur were so adorable, but why was Mayank sad at the end?

Please update soon and thanks for the pm.

Nupur felt so happy that she wanted to tell someone. She started looking for Mayank but didn't find him in their bedroom nor his office room. She then saw the light of the store room and moved towards it. When she reached the door, she saw Mayank standing by the window. She walked up to him and placed her hand on his shoulders. Mayank turned around and she could see that his eyes were moist.

She immediately cupped his face and made him face her. He tried to look away but she held onto him tight. Looking straight into his eyes, which were still moist, she asked "Mayank? What's wrong?"

Mayank tried to get himself together and normally it was a matter of few seconds but today he wasn't able to. His heart and mind were going over the same events again and again and though he tried hard, he couldn't come out of it. After all, it was one of the painful parts of his life. He felt like he was reliving it and it was too painful for him. When Nupur called out to him and later touched him, he felt his pain slowly fading away. Finally Mayank found control of his body and mind, he immediately pulled her into a tight hug without saying anything. She hugged him back as tightly as she can, because she knew her Mayank needed at her at this moment. They stayed like that for quite sometime until Mayank pulled back. She looked at him with concern and he knew he had to give her some answers. He went over to the window and came back with a photo.

Nupur took the photo in her hands. It was an old photo of a man in his early thirties and he looked very similar to the man standing beside her. She looked at him again and knew her guess was right. It was Mayank's father in the photo. He was a very handsome man and it was clear as to whom Mayank had inherited his dimples and eyes from. This was the first time Nupur was seeing his photo though she had heard so much about him from Shilpa Aunty. Mayank never talked about his father and his first seven years with him and Nupur never asked him because she didn't want to make him uncomfortable or awkward.

"This is my father, Abhimanyu Sharma." Nupur just looked at him, encouraging him to go on.

"He was a great man, wonderful husband and the best father one could have. He was an Architect and u know, my parents had a love marriage. He proposed to her at their first meeting itself." Nupur smiled as she remembered what Shilpa Aunty had said about that.

"Two years after I was born, Maa went onto continue her studies at Dad's insistence. And it was my Dad who used to take care of me. He would wake me up by doing my favourite cartoon character's voice, and then he would carry me to Juhu beach for our morning game of beach ball. It was a little game Dad invented for me. We would play around for sometime and then wet our feet. On our way back, Dad would again carry me on his shoulders. Then he would give me a shower and get me ready. On his way to work, he would drop me off at my Nani's house and even during lunch, he would come to Nani's house to spent time with me, even though it was really far from his work place. In the evening, he would pick me up and we would walk back home. It was not a long walk but he always made sure I didn't feel tired. Maa had classes until late, so when we came back, my dad would get me changed. Then we make some snack for me and Coffee for him. Then we would get started on the dinner so that Maa didn't have to do much when she came home. We would all have dinner together, with me sitting on Dad's lap. He would put me to sleep everyday by telling me a story. At every moment, it was about Maa or me…it was never about him. Maa and he faced their share of struggle in this world but they never let me face it. My life was just perfect and then that day…"

Mayank stopped talking, the proud smile on his face disappeared. Nupur understood what was coming up. She pulled him closer on the couch they were sitting on and hugged him. Mayank was overwhelmed with emotions but feeling Nupur against himself gave him strength to continue.

"It was after school one day and I was waiting for my Dad to pick me up from my Nani's house. It was getting later than usual and so I came outside and was waiting by the sidewalk. Couple of hours passed and Dad still hadn't come and neither has Maa. I was perched on the window ledge, waiting for my Dad. But he didn't come at all. Then I heard the telephone ring and Nani started crying. My uncle took me to a hospital and Maa was there crying. It was probably the first time I saw Maa crying. I didn't say anything. My Dad was lying on a bed with so many wires attached to it. Maa told me Dad had an accident and was hurt. When I asked her if Dad was going to be ok, she hugged me and cried again. When I woke up the next morning, I found myself at home and people were crying outside. I still remember walking to our living room, where Dad laid in the middle his house clothes and Maa was crying….I was little but I knew something was wrong…," Nupur hugged him tight. Still on the couch, he had moved his head so that it was on her chest and it gave him a peaceful feeling.

"I don't talk about Dad or look at these photos because it hurts a lot. It makes me wish he was here…I don't like remembering those sorrowful memories of our life …but today, when I came across his photo while cleaning out this place, it all came back. I wish he was here Nupur, with us. He would've been so happy and been such a great grandfather…" Tears continued to flow down from his eyes. Though Nupur wanted to say something and stop him from crying, she knew that at this moment he didn't need any words, he needed love. He had kept his emotions enclosed in himself for too long. She patted his back and stayed hugging him till he stopped crying.

"Mayank, come with me" Nupur took Mayank to their bedroom. She sat down on the bed with her back resting on the headboard. She motioned Mayank to lie down on her lap and she started caressing his hair. Mayank felt his sorrows melting away slowly. He felt at peace, the same peace one feels on their mother's lap.

"Nupur, I'm sor...," Mayank was cut off by Nupur's finger on his lips.

"Don't be sorry Mayank. I'm glad that you finally opened up…I mean, I understand why u never spoke about your father but if you don't speak about it to anyone, it will hurt you all the more. Happiness doubles when u share it with ur loved ones and your sorrows reduce when you share them. So please don't keep your emotions in urself for too long…"

Mayank nodded.

"And U know Mayank, ur Dad hasn't left u. Bauji says those who leave us become stars and they'll keep a watch over us at all times..and ur Dad is probably watching over you too…" She met Mayank's gaze which asked her "do u really believe that?"

"I know…it's wrong according to science but ur belief is everything Mayank. When I started believing it, I felt more at peace and happier." She said as she gently stroked his hair.

Having let out his bottled up emotions after years, Mayank slept peacefully on Nupur's lap with his arms hugging her waist tightly. Though Nupur was not comfortable in that position, she didn't want to disturb Mayank, so she continued to sit in that same position. Seeing his vulnerable side today… it affected her as much as it affected him. He is not one to lose control of his emotions and break down like this. But today he had and she was glad she could be there for him. She leaned down and kissed on his forehead and continued to stroke his hair.

It was eight o' clock at night, when Mayank finally woke up. He looked up to see Nupur reading her textbook very intently. She suddenly twitched her lip, bit it and then hit her forehead with a pen she was holding and continued reading. Mayank stayed still and watched her for a bit before he adjusted himself on her lap again. Feeling his movements on her lap, Nupur moved the book down and looked at him with an angelic smile. He smiled back and then pinching himself screamed.

"Kya hua Mayank?"

"Who are you? What have u done with my wife?"

"Mayank, what are you talking about?" Nupur said confused with the stuff that was coming out of her husband's mouth.

"Nupur Bushan Sharma studying out of her own choice…U can't expect me to believe that, right?…"

"Ha Ha Ha..very funny," Nupur said with an irritated look.

"No, I'm very serious. Who are…"

"Mayank…"

"Ok ok...I'll stop. But u've already started preparing for the exams?"

"Well, U slept and since I couldn't move, I had no choice but to read the only book in my reach.."

"I see…," Mayank said as he reached for his cell, "8 PM!!!!"

"Mayank, what? Why are u screaming?"

"It's 8pm, which means I slept for 3 whole hours and u haven't had anything to eat for hours now..I'll go freshen up and then we'll make something…no, no..it'll be too late. Let's go and eat somewhere. Ok?"

"Mayank, aram se. It's only 8, not 2am. If I don't eat on time one day, it's ok. And, I don't feel like eating outside. I'll make something simple and we'll have it here, ok?"

"Are u sure? I mean, u want to cook something now?"

"Ya…"

"Ok, I'll be there soon"

"I'll get started and u take ur own time, Mr.Sharma"

"Okay, Mrs.Sharma"

Mayank was tired from cleaning up and so he took a shower before he moved down. When he came downstairs, he saw the dining table all set up with their dinner. It was his favourite butter chicken and Naan. He moved towards the kitchen to find Nupur putting something in the dishwasher.

"Nupur, what's the need for u to make this? U could've made something quick and simple like some sandwiches.."

"Mayank tum bhi na...sandwiches? … how boring…. Butter chicken, now that's mouth watering…," she said with closed eyes. Mayank smiled looking at her and sat down without anymore protests as he knew that there was no point fighting when the battle was already won.

They ate the dinner and as usual Nupur talked the whole time. She filled him on her conversation with her Bauji and he was genuinely happy because although they were poles apart, Bauji had the same protectiveness his own father had. When Nupur started clearing the table, Mayank held her hand to stop her. He took two steps and back hugged her. "Thank you."

"Mayank..."

"Shh…U've had enough for a day, now go and rest. I'll clean this up.." he said as he moved to the kitchen with the dishes. Nupur was feeling a little sleepy and she had college tomorrow, so she went to change into her night clothes.

When Mayank came upstairs, he found her asleep with the book in her hands. He took the book and placed it on the night table. He straightened her up and climbed on the bed himself. He placed himself, so that his face was close to her tummy.

"Hi Baby! Papa didn't talk to u all day today. Papa is sorry. U'll forgive Papa, right?" he said holding his ears.

"My sweet baby. Mumma has College tomorrow and Papa won't be able to take care of her the whole time. But my baby won't trouble Mumma, na? We r so lucky to have such a sweet Mumma, we shouldn't hurt her. Okay? Mumma and Papa love you Baby. Good night!" he finished with a kiss on her tummy. He moved up, kissed her on the forehead, and wished her good night. Turning off the lights, he slept hugging her, so that his head was on her shoulders and his hand was around the tummy.

Monday morning was a very busy morning in the Sharma household. After two weeks of holidays, Mayank and Nupur were going to College. They were trying to get all their household chores and preparations done. When they were both ready, it was nearly 8:30 am. They both left for college together in Mayank's car. When they reached the College, it was 8:50 am and there was nobody else besides them in the parking lot.

"Okay Mayank. I'll see u in a while," Nupur said as she tried to get out of the car. Mayank got hold of her before she did that and holding her wrist, he said, "Mrs.Sharma, maybe u r forgetting it but u didn't give me my good-bye kiss yet"

Nupur smiled with a naughty expression and tracing his jaw line with her finger, she said, "Who said I forgot?"

Mayank leaned over to her side and approached her lips and Nupur also leaned in. Just as he was going to kiss her, "Professor!"

"Kya??Where?" Mayank said as he left her and went back to his seat. When he looked up, the parking lot was still empty and so was the passenger seat. Nupur was already out of the car, and stood there leaning on the window with a teasing smile.

"Haan. Professor Sharma!"

"Nupur, this is not fair,"

"What can I do Mayank? U know na, Professor Sharma hates it when students are late. Bye" she said with an innocent smile and hurried into the college.

Mayank couldn't believe that he had become his own Kabab mein Haddi but he decided that he was not going to let his own self come between Nupur and him.

"The day has just started, Mrs.Sharma"

To be Cont'd.