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A MayUr One Shot - We Fell in Love.. 😳

Mayank:

Okay, come on . . . I'm just 23, how can they expect me to get married? And on top of it, going for an arranged marriage? I never had time to think of girls and love all through my teenage and even after stepping into adulthood, all I had in mind was my study, however I wished to go by my own choice and get married at the right time.

I just don't believe this!!

Nupur:

Umm, okay! Dad said they'd let me study after the marriage and hence, I don't have a problem! Well, let's just say I don't care. I actually don't, ha! Let's see how this Mayank guy is.

Mayank:

It was six in the evening. I, my elder brother Samrat and my mother got out of the car. Samrat was sure I'd like the girl however; I knew this won't be happening at any cost. I dint understand as to how does a person meeting another with the prospective of marrying him/her sooner or later actually likes them. I mean, when you know why you are you meeting and all, it's more of an agreement you make with your destiny and get ready to jump in the well with all your family's consent. The best thing in Indian arranged marriages!

It was a two acre bunglow, it was MASSIVE!! In the garage, I noticed, one Mercedes Bens and 2 Audi 5s. And the GARDEN, don't ask!! It had every fruit and vegetable planted in there and every possible species of flower! Mind you, every! I was gob smacked; I mean . . . yeah, why such a rich family would want to marry their daughter to a service class woman's son! Okay, we were not poor or something, we were happy with what we had but these people seemed to be HUGE!

We entered the bunglow, alright, mansion! The girl's aunt welcomed us in. The welcome was warm and so was that woman. I liked it. We comfortably seated ourselves on the sofa. Then came the girl's father, Mr. Bhushan. His seemed to be a forthright and down to earth man, totally unaffected of his riches.

We chatted for about fifteen minutes. The girl's elder sister, Gunjan approached us. She was warm hearted and soft spoken. And then at last, the girl herself, Nupur climbed down the staircase clad in a blue sari. The blouse was strapless and it flaunted her perfect and feminine shoulders. She had tied her hair in a lose ponytail with one strand of it blowing over her face. She was probably the ONLY girl I noticed ever in my life of twenty three years.

Nupur:

Geez . . . I wasn't nervous at first but by a combine effort of Gunjan Di and Bui, I actually started feeling nervous. I tell you, this arranged marriage thing sucks. I thought I was making a complete fool out of myself!

Di bought me a sari, yeah a SARI! I never wore one before, not even at my school farewell party, you know! And NOW, I felt like they were showcasing me in front of three people. I don't know if it's as awkward for a guy as for a girl. Men probably are used to all this you know! Meeting girls out of which some reject them and they reject the rest!

But nevertheless, I just told ya I dint mind. I had no problems considering I dint care a bit.

I climbed down the staircase. I forcefully sent Di before going myself, I dint want to her to hold me by the hand and take me down like some stupid Indian bride.

I made way to the drawing room where the guy and his family were seated peacefully on the sofa and yes, it IS as awkward for a guy as for a girl, I could see that expression of awkwardness right on the guy's face. BTW, he was cute. Err, really.

We were made to go to the garden all alone and he was supposed to ask me a series of question. Like, "tumhe khana banana aata hai?" and stuff. It irritated the hell out of me; my conscience shouted it was a pure disrespect! Who is a guy to ask me if I can cook anyway! What if I ask him the same or something even lamer? But anyway, the point is . . . he dint ask anything.

We got seated on a bench under the mango tree in my garden. After several minutes of awkward silence, I spoke out, "Dude, you don't want me to answer the usual stupid ladka-ladki questions?"

"No!" he mouthed.

"Okay! Then, umm… what are we supposed to do?" I inquired.

"Nothing, it seems like these people with all their heart are ready to push us both into the well."

"Absolutely, I umm wanted to make one thing very clear to you!" I said.

"Yeah, I'm listening!" he replied.

"If ever we get married, I won't leave my study halfway. I'm a graduate and I'm on with my MBA, don't expect me to leave that and after I would like to be a working woman and not a house wife. Lastly, I wanna say . . . I won't umm, let you touch me till the time we . . . umm… " she was interrupted by the fellow.

"I understand, Nupur and if this wedding happens, I'd happily agree to all this. Besides, I've never had problems with working women. My mom's one too!"

I was moved by his gesture. He realized I felt embarrassed saying the last bit and cut me out at time to prevent any further embarrassments. Moreover, his agreeable nature touched me. I had already started liking the fellow!

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Mayank:

Mrs. Nupur Sharma was lying at extreme left of the bed while I lay at the extreme right. She was sleeping soundly with the cover over her, she still shivered. I decreased the AC's temperature.

I stared at her angelic and innocent face; her hair left lose was blowing over her face. I tucked a hair strand at the back of her ear. She slightly opened her eyes and tenderly smiled at me. I smiled back and moved to my corner of the bed and fell asleep.

We were married since 6 months now. I had quite a meaty job then. She and Gunjan helped their father with his business. I never had a problem with her being paid more than I was. She was financially securer but it never leaded to any ego issues between us.

We liked each other's company. She loved mom and Samrat. She was the perfect daughter in law.

Nupur:

On one bright Sunday morning, I lay in bed ruminating over things, exactly when my husband left me thunderstruck. He pulled me in his strong and manly arms and within a second, he was on top of me. He traced my face with his hands and caressed my lips with his thumb. I shuddered at his touch. This never happened before to Nupur Bhushan, sorry Sharma.

"What are you doing?" I said with my eyes practically closed.

"I love you." He said and placed his lips gently over mine. It dint even take a minute for me reciprocate with equal love and passion. His kiss had magic in it. Magic in true sense!

"I love you!" he said once again, breathing heavily.

"I heard it so far, what more?" I replied wanting to hear more.

"Nothing more Nupur, I'm not a film hero. All I can say is that I love you. No matter what! Nothing else." He said and lay down next to me. We lay silently in the bed for some time and then he got up from the bed in order to leave. Maybe because he waited for an answer which he dint get, I was at short of words.

Before he could leave the room, I too got up from the bed and clutched his hand. I moved forward and placed my lips over his. I believe this was a gesture enough to answer back.

And that's how we met, we got married, we became friends and we . . . fell in love!

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Love,

Kanky 😳

Originally posted by: achoose

it was an extremely beautiful anda adorable os..pls do write more

Congo on the gallery kanks!! 🤗

I just loved this first OS of urs!! too good: ) Loved it :)

Res

*Edited*

Wow! Wow! Wow! That was spectacular! I loved every bit of it. Mayank is so sweet. He didn't have any objection with her studying or earning a higher salary than him.

I so loved this one. Write one more soon. <3

- Sindhu

Originally posted by: myownarea

Congo on the gallery kanks!! 🤗

I just loved this first OS of urs!! too good: ) Loved it :)