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"Hello!! mayank!! HELOOO!!"
This was the way my mornings used to start, with a loud scream from Miss Nupur Bhushan.
"nupur I am NOT deaf", I made her clear, sinking deep in my blanket.
"did I ask?'
Damn her sense of wit!
"FINE!", what did I forget today?", I inquired as I knew my memory very well.
"Nothing",
Did she really say that?
"Then why the hell are you shouting in my ears on a Sunday morning", I barked, ignoring a little whimper I felt with her soft voice.
"that is because", her voice was still soft, but this time she paused, "YOU ARE IN DEEP TROUBLE FOR REMEMBRING ME LAST NIGHT!!", and the soft voice vanished.
I took a minute to encode her meaning, what did she actually mean?
Remembering her last night?. Last night I was in the Pokio's club, yes I was, I clearly remember fighting with that parking man, and then I got high on wine with the smoking hot Clara, *sigh* her legs and..ok..wait dude!, nupur is on phone!
"what do u mean?", I tried sounding stiff, but unable to hold the confusion.
"You were to take clara shopping this morning?", she sounded like a FBI officer!..but wait..how come she is talking about Clara??
"How come you..",
"Wait a minute partner", she said with faked sweetness and the very next moment I heard Clara shouting, "babyyy, u gave me your card and I came for our shopping, but here is this girl, babyyy", she whined and I had to place the phone on arm's length.
DAMN IT!! How did she ended up at nupur's apartment??..urghhh!, Hey wait!, I wrote nupur's address on her arm, instead of mine..HOW COME??
"hey hey clara!!, relax baby!..i guess I just got confused last night, lets meet at the Eaton Centre in half an hour and then we can shop whatever u want!", I made use of my typical sweet gesture and WHOA!, she agreed, well I had no second thoughts on that.
"ok baby, missshhheed you sooo much, come soon"
missing me after having spent just two hours together, that too totally drunk! Foolish woman!
"awww, I missed you too baby, now please u quickly reach the Eaton center and give the phone back to nupur",
I knew she was making faces standing there,
"ok baby," Clara said and the next voice I heard was of nupur!
"what??', she was straightforward.
"listen, I am sorry for the trouble, i.."
"it's ok mayank , I am quite used to it", she said and I could sense her smirking, "Shut up!, she left?", I tried changing the topic.
"no, I have asked her for a night-stay!, OF COURSE SHE LEFT!", she shouted again and I realized my mistake..wrong question!
"by the way she was Hot!", she said and I got a chance to get back on her, I broke into laugh., 'now don't tell me nupur that you are experiencing some hormonal changes", I was still laughing, imagining her frown
"What the..",
"well I always wonder you don't have a partner so may be.."
"SHUT UPPP!!,",She shouted and my laugh became more loud, "by the way currently you also don't have a partner", she said lowering down her tone.
"hey hello!!, I think u are forgetting clara",
"no no!, I am not!, u are forgetting that she is in the Eaton center and u are still in your bed, and no matter how much u apologize , she will not forgive you this time, u dumped a shopaholic in a mall!", she spoke in go with a smirk and I realized how right she was.
"very funny!, now let me sleep!", I hung up the phone before hearing to her any mean laugh.
Perhaps it wasn't just a strange coincidence, how at the bottom of all seeming facts, was this real one - she and I were living our days in a similar trend.
She had not a lover in life; I had too many but one. Conclusively, we were a single heart apiece.
And if irony had to find a situational synonym - it lay in the fact, that she and I, were professional match makers.
As partners, not rivals.
How kickass was that!
From our initial days of bonding (or not?!), we were spotted 'together' too often to not prompt gossip. Luckily, our peers were a lot of bright people who soon figured we were the case of 'plain opposites' not the proverbial 'opposites that attract'.
As soon as the every-town-has-its-share-of snoopers were jaded and convinced we were not the next epic-love-story-in-the-making, we were left alone.
She, to her unbelievably boring life of routines and deadlines. Oh and, being good!
I, relieved at reestablishing my single-to-mingle credentials, in continuing to turn heads, for this newer, better reason.
Divine conspiracies, unlike the rumored divine grace, are not a myth. I speak from personal experience.
How else would one explain the uncanny concurrence of our lives?
Cause hello, this is my story.
But she has to, as a rule, barge her way into every notable aspect of it.
It sure beats the hell out of me... how she does it. All the damn time!
***
"again late", she normally said highlighting something on the paper, as I entered the cabin. "today just 15 minutes", I proudly announced, adjusting my blazer over the back of my chair
"15 minutes or 150 minutes, late means late", she chewed the rubber on her pencil and busted my pride bubble with a sweet smile.
For a second I got lost in the curve of her lips, It wasn't that she smiled very rarely, but every time she did, it made me go in a trance..but hold on dude! I hope u remember that she insulted you, YES! - but I have no answer to her. She is, as always, right.
"alright nupur! I am late! Happy?", I taunted her, switching on my laptop, to revise my assignments. She gave no answer.
Today was again a typical morning of our office - Made in heaven - The eternal Matchmaking site.
***
"hey nupur!,u heard about Jennifer and harry", I said going through their profiles while nupur was busy writing something.
"yes I did!", her voice was plain, but somehow I could sense something else. I looked up at her and she was still writing, but her hands were wiping some water droplets near her eye-pockets. Her huge brown eyes, seemed like filled with water, her eye-liner was on the verge of being smeared, and the water traveled down her cheeks ..but how come water in eyes..i mean water?...oh FREAK!...It's TEARS U GODDAMN FOOL!
"nupur!", I almost ran to her desk , while she quickly wiped of every trace of that water..i mean tears.
"just excuse me mayank", her voice was shaking due to tears and she grabbed her bag and rushed out of the cabin.
"damn it!, I am a big big fool!", I made a confession to satisfy my guilt.
***
Jennifer and harry had a divorce last week. They were our clients, so consequently I felt bad. Seeing your recommendations go wrong always hurts, but I knew for nupur, this was much more than a work assignment.
Although the success rate our company was almost 95 %, people getting married through us were leading a blissful life, truly made in heaven, but the 5 % who part their ways, used to leave a deep mark on nupur.
Nupur grew up in a broken family, her parents had been living separately since she was 5, and after 18, she was living alone. Her parents were on the verge of being divorced, but maybe nupur's pleading kept them for not breaking the relation, they could never fit in a definition of a made in heaven couple. So, seeing all this since childhood, she decided to fill in the void by bringing couples together, to bring couples made in heaven together, and when someone, she brought together was not made in heaven, she used to go back to her childhood and most of the time it was ME who used to push her there..just as today!.
***
"nupur..'
"I miss them mayank"
Her voice broke and she hugged me.
If it would have been someone else, then i would have pushed her away for almost spoiling my Versace shirt, by gripping it's collar so tightly, but this was different.. this was nupur..and..HOLD ON! No further thoughts on that! Get back to console her, u have spent an hour finding her!
"I understand nupur", I softly rubbed her back, with my hands almost slipping down her silky brown hair.
She kept on crying, and I kept on rubbing her back.
It was not very often that she hugged me, but whenever she did, I just couldn't ignore that tiny rush of blood in my veins, that something my heart used to tell my mind and my mind used to ignore shouting..SHUT UP!!
***
Ok, so I guess this was MY story, so getting back to ME!. I am Mayank Sharma. A 26 years old, graduate in political sciences and human relations, with human physcology as a minor subject. I am an orphan, grown up in the Central orphanage of London. And now please I am not going to complain about how miserable my life was and how much I miss having a family and all! Duhhh!. I am satisfied with my life. All I know about my roots is that I was brought in the central orphanage of London at the age of 3, and I knew my name which consequently decided my religion. I do feel sad and lonely sometimes, but well, my activities don't let me feel that for long. I am a self made man and proud of myself. I am the talk of the town, the current heart throb. My work requires a lot of dedication, which I make sure I give, EXCEPT for coming on time to office. I just cannot wake up early.
As for my friends, I have a lot of them, and when I say a lot!, I literally mean alot!, Unlike nupur who ..URGHHH!..AGAIN NUPUR!
***
"mayank I don't want to attend the function, it is.."
"I know..so damn irritating and very boring!, I know!", I completed her sentence and she nodded in approval.
Sometimes she was just too cute, not to forget that she is very irritating and can compete with hitler in strictness, but when she was cute, she was too adorable to resist.
Now yes again I am drifting to nupur, well frankly, all I have exciting is coming to office and all the arguments I have with nupur, rest it's all boring, so back to what I said to her back.
I stood up from my seat and sat on her desk, a saw a frown appearing on her face but I ignored. "Listen nupur!, I don't understand why do you always want to stay alone?, why..
"I don't like to stay alone!, we both do go out", she insisted, as if shocked by my taunt,
"Exactly, we both go out once in a blue moon, that too to meet clients! Why don't you behave like normal girls? WHY?", I looked in her eyes straight and for a moment..it was complete silence around.
Her huge brown eyes were staring straight in my eyes, or more appropriately, I was staring straight in her huge brown eyes. I had seen her eyes before, I see her every day!, but looking IN eyes and looking AT eyes - MAN! It's a hell lot of a difference.
They were deep, intense and spoke volumes. I remember saying all this to so many girls, almost every day, but today for the first time, I didn't spoke them, just felt.
"ok!, no need to fly so high!",
She broke my spell, turning her eyes away. I jumped off from the table, as of to direct all my emotional upheaval in a physical activity.
"I will go to the function, we will meet at the party straight!", she rushed out of the cabin and I was still trying to control my beats.
***
I have this niche to let go off things very easily, but that evening, while driving back home, while dressing and while driving to the party, I couldn't let go off her eyes. I tried, but still I couldn't. and I knew this was serious.
***
It was a high class party in the town, a business party and good for contacts. I had been attending such parties for a while now and it did benefit our business, and that is why I insisted nupur to accompany me this afternoon which led to that eye-lock *sigh*. I still can't get over that.
It was a typical party, boring snobbish people, and some hot looking girls. Like every party, this one too had some interesting corners and some very boring table talks.
I was being the courteous myself. Dressed in a black and grey suit, I knew the eyes following me and the sighs echoing. Any other day, i would have gone back to flirt, but today it was something changed, I was waiting for Nupur!. She was coming, if she said, then she meant. Somewhere I was so looking forwards to meet her.
It was almost 3 years since we met, and during these years I had just seen her in those boring jeans and Ts, or sometimes skirts, today she would dress formal, THANK GOD! and I just couldn't wait and I realize this getting out of control.
***
I had now tasted almost all the starters and two rounds of wine, but still nupur wasn't here. I took out my cell phone for calling her, but it was not needed. The screen flashed with her name already
"nupur where the hell are you, i..
"mayank.."
I thought my heart would pump out that moment, I never heard her voice like this.
"what nupur..
"they are finally divorced.."
***
Those were the words she spoke and the next I was in my car, driving at a super speed of 120km/h. I rushed through the stairs in her building to her apartment.
I barged in and saw her gazing at a picture intently, dressed in black gown. She was getting ready for the party, for sure, but in between she must have got this news.
I slowly walked towards her, "nupur.."
And the frame fell from her hands and the glass broke into a million pieces. She followed the path of the frame spontaneously, sitting down on floor, and was about to collect the scattered pieces of glass,
"nupuuur!!', I rushed at the lightning speed to grab her hand which was about to make contact with the glass, "it'll hurt!", I cried staring at her in astonishment as if how could be she so stupid to pick up glass pieces.
"nothing will hurt more mayank..", she spoke with tears trickling down her chin in gushing speed, "nothing", she was gazing at the picture of her parents, which was now broken, "nothing", she repeated and I encircled my arms around her. Sensing a grip, she tucked her head in my torso, and cried her heart out.
I kept my arms around her the whole night, and her tears were falling on my chest the whole night. I didn't let any thought cross my mind, except for this that how come I was so deeply affected by her pain. She was not even a friend. She was just a business partner.
They say that sleep can engulf you even a on a death bed, but here she was secure in my arms. I felt her sobs fading and I could sense her falling asleep.
Once I was sure that she was asleep, I slowly tried removing my arms, but she grabbed by coat tightly. I carefully slipped my arm beneath her knees and picked her up. On being picked up, her face was buried in my arms, and I couldn't help noticing how perfect she looked in my arms, as if, made for me..made in...
Before I could complete the thought, I led her to the bed, took off her shoes and wrapped the blanket carefully around her. During all this, I kept looking at her face, frequently. She looked so child like, so innocent, a scared girl who had lost something so precious.
Once I was sure that she was securely in her bed, I thought of leaving, but seeing her face, it felt as if a magnet attracting me. I sat beside, just plainly staring at her. I could see the frozen tears near her eyes and a few on her checks, I rubbed my thumb lightly over them, and the marks faded. I don't know why was that, but I felt like erasing every mark of tear from her face. Those impressions of tears on her face were embedding in my heart.
I sat very near her, slowly ruffling her hair, I thought maybe this would make her slumber more deep, and I was right, feeling more comfortable, she turned her side, placing her arm around my stomach, with her head snuggled near my waist. I felt a twinge in my body, but it soon settled, giving me a content feeling. I kept on ruffling her hair till I remember, after that maybe I fell asleep, afterall her closeness was acting like a slow drug on me too!.
***
Next morning I woke up in a warm blanket, my tie was not in my neck and my shoes were off. I remembered sleeping while sitting, but here i was lying. I opened my eyes with an alarming thought of where is nupur?, but she was standing by the window of the room. I breathed a sigh of relief and slowly got out of the bed.
She was dressed in the same clothes as night, just her hair were tied. I slowly placed my hands over her shoulder, "nupur", I was amazed at the softness of my voice..it was never like this before.
She turned her neck, and I saw her huge eyes filled with tears again, "awww..nupur u are still crying?", I pulled her in a hug and wrapped my arms around her tightly. I could feel her relaxing in my arms, she threw her arms around my neck and hugged me back. Equally tight. I was taken aback, but didn't let this thought over whelm much. I just kept on hugging her, making sure the grip of my arms wasn't loosened for a second even.
I lost track of time for how long were we standing like that, but as I sensed that she wanted to move away, I loosened my arm grip, still not leaving her.
She raised her head, blinking her eyes twice. I looked into them and they were swollen. "u are okay?', I asked in a whisper, she nodded and lowered her eyes. She removed her arms from my neck, and I opened my arm grip. She stepped away, making me experience a strange incompleteness.
"I was so silly mayank ,all this was meant to happen, one or the other day, they both had to separate but still I was being so stupid.. I am really sor..
"don't u dare", I cut her in between, glaring her in anger and her lips broke into a curve, *sigh*. Her smile is a slice of heaven.
"ok, I won't,", and the curve became more wide, " coffee?", she said gaining her composure. I smiled and nodded. She left the room and I followed her . I didn't want to leave her alone for a second even.
"u were sleeping very uncomfortably", she normally said, dropping in coffee beans in the coffee maker, and I was just plainly staring her. "so I just took of your shoes and tie and made u comfortable", she switched on the machine and smiled at me. I was so lost in the pleasure I was experiencing in seeing her normal, that I didn't even return the smile back.
"here", she handed me the cup and we both our way out of the kitchen. The coffee was in silence from my side, but she kept on blabbering about our assignments. She was strong, I knew it, but I was amazed at discovering the extent of her strength.
"ok nupur, now I'll leave..", I left my words in between.
We had finished the coffee and I couldn't think of anything more. She looked at me and I noticed a tiny flicker of disappointment in her eyes, but she tried covering it with her smile, "ok mayank, sure",.
I thought she would say something else, but well.. .
We both got up from the table. I headed towards the main door, I didn't want to leave her but I had too, so taking a deep breath I was about to head out, "mayank.", her voice placed breaks in my feet. I immediately turned, as if this was the only thing I was wishing.
She slowly walked towards me and placing her palm on my cheek she slowly brought it closer, pressing her lips onto it, "thank u for everything mayank".
I don't remember if I ever felt such bliss before. It WAS heavenly. In the true literal sense of meaning. I closed my eyes as a reflex action, her nails were slightly digging in my cheek skin and I could smell her sweet fragrance. Slowly opening my eyes, I found myself under her soft gaze. I smiled back and left her apartment.
If I had been there for even a single second more, I would have pulled her in a hug and kissed her, surely. I knew myself very well.
***
Things were surely changing, and most alarmingly, without my consent.
I started to feel something for nupur, something which was not there before. It was something strange, something warm, something divine, something beautiful, something undeniable, something eternal, something like..something like Love.
***
I have this rare advantage of my heart and mind being on good terms. They could surely discuss things, without fighting, and so my heart clearly told my mind that "dude, u love her", and my mind..well..
***
After listening to these shocking revelations by my heart, my mind started working strange. My whole lifestyle was changed, there was nothing left in clubs and girlfriends anymore. My mind was just entrapped in her thoughts; the whole perspective of viewing nupur was changed. Things which never came to my notice started to gain importance, like how lovely her diamond chain looked swinging in her delicate neck. How lovely did that black eye-pencil looked around her huge eyes, making them more prominent and beautiful. How often she used to run her slender fingers in her silky brown hair, how she used to bit her lower lip on every mistake, how beautiful a pink color looked, which started appearing on her cheeks whenever she used to hear her praises. How cute she looked chewing pencils in confusion and how beautiful she looked every time I used to see her.
I noticed after that incident, she got more serious in her work. She used to stay quiet, she used to cry sometimes while talking to her parents, but according to them it was no big deal, they never understood what difference it had made to her. I understood.
***
"mayank I think we should just complete all this tonight, I need to submit all these tomorrow".
We had got to submit the details all the immigrant couples in our agency to the immigration office.
"Yeah sure, we can work in office till late", I said normally.
I had stopped arguing with her, just didn't feel like being rude to her anymore.
We both were combining details of all the couples, there were lots of them. Nupur and I were sitting on our own tables. Typing down details. Well I surely did keep on stealing glances at her, but she was deeply engrossed in her work.
"nupur", I said as I had caught her yawning,
"hmmm", she said,
"coffee?'
She raised her eyes, as if surprised by my offer, "yeah sure", she said.
I wnet to teh office kitchen, and came back in about 10 minutes with two mugs of coffee and she was still typing. I placed the mug in front of her and closed the laptop. "mayank", she started at me in disbelief.
With her eyes widening, I felt my heart skip a beat, I leaned a bit onto her chair, " we can take a half an hour break nupur, let's go on the terrace", I said with looking in her eyes straight, and with my voice so soft, I felt her going at a loss of words. She lowered her eyes and nodded and without looking at me again, she grabbed the cup and went the terrace. Smiling, I followed her.
The weather was cold, and with the city shining with neon lights, the small terrace of our office seemed a peaceful place. Sitting on opposite chairs, we both started sipping coffee.
Fading sounds of traffic were frequent, it was almost midnight, and I couldn't ask for anything else. Nupur was sitting in front of me, her hair open, flowing due to wind, and she was trying to manage, "let them sway", I held her hand as she was about to pin up, my action was so sudden that she just started at me and then looked at my grip over her wrist. Again looking in my eyes, she placed the clip back and started sipping coffee. I smiled seeing that she got confused, I don't know why but I was enjoying her confusion.
"Mayank", she said as she finished her coffee,
"hmmm', I was intently staring at her and she was looking at her nails, "I think something is wrong", she was still playing with her nails
"with you?", I got worried and she raised her eyes, "no, it's with you", She replied stiffly, looking at me with angry eyes .
"nupur what..."
"mayank there is surely something", her voice was stiff and plain and I got more tensed.
"nupur I am not getting a word u are saying?
"I don't get anything about your behavior, what has happened to you?", her eyes were blood shot and there I understood her confusion.
I took a deep breath and walked to her chair, and sat on my knees and she was constantly staring at me . "what is it nupur?"
"u tell mayank!, WHAT IS IT?, you are not the one you used to be, u have changed, completely, ", she was saying all that with her eyes helplessly searching my face for answers and I decided to let her speak, "you don't behave the way u used to, you don't fight with me anymore, no arguments, no clashes, you have started agreeing to everything I say, u have stopped going to night clubs, all your list of girlfriends is not prolonging anymore, u don't taunt and tease me the way u used to do, all you do the whole day is..", she paused in between, realizing how intently I was staring her, she turned her neck away and tried to speak in the same flow, but I sensed her blush, "the whole day u stare at me", she said and got up from the seat, rushing towards the railing.
I just took a deep breath, "damnit I love her!", my heart and mind spoke in chorus.
Without wasting any time I walked towards her, I was confused at how to talk to her, should I question or should straight away shower my love on her.
Well, knowing her so well, I slowly hugged her from back.
I felt her sharp intake of breath, she tried turning her neck but I hugged more tightly, "I stare because you are beautiful", I whispered, following by a slight blow on her cheek and all I could sense was her slight shiver in my arms. I loosened the grip, and she turned in my arms to face me, with disbelief evident in her eyes.
"what?", I softly caressed her cheek with the back side of my palm, but next I observed her eyes sparkling with tears, "what do you want mayank?, she asked in a broken voice, leading to a shiver in my heart.
"nothing, except you, i..
"stop!", she pushed my arms away and was to rush inside when I grabbed her arm and pinned her against the wall, holding her wrist., while her tears had traveled outside her eyes, "why should I stop?', I decided to say things clear and cut.
"because I won't be able to tolerate when u will dump me after 3 months, so better back off", her voice was weak, but the expression I saw in her eyes made me feel so low about myself, "nupur u really think I will.." it was now my turn to get shocked
"yes, you do it with every girl", she said with looking straight in my eyes, "no nupur, you are not like every ordinary girl, u are special..", I wasn't planning any of these sentences, they were coming on their own, instigated by the mistrust I read in her eyes, "I love you nupur", I had no further assurance to give her except for accepting my love. I saw tears again forming and wetting her face, "u say this to every girl", the doubt was still there in her eyes and I moved more close to her, cupping her face, "may be, but for them , my mouth speaks and for you, my heart is speaking nupur, I really love you", I gently kissed the left corner of her lips, and tasted her tear, "I really really do",I kissed the left corner again, "trust me nupur, the day u fell asleep in my arms crying, I just couldn't move on from you. Your pain affects me, your smile enlightens me, your tears hurt me, your dreams make my nights beautiful, your presence makes my life worth living", I looked at her, her eyes were firmly closed, but her lips were curved slightly, "I really love you nupur, I don't know how to prove, i.." before I could complete my sentence I saw her slowly opening her eyes, she looked into my eyes, and I so prayed to God that please let her read my true feelings, let her trust me, oh God please..
"I don't believe this".., she said shaking her head and my heart was caught in a fist, "what?, I asked, sensing it is finished, but she smiled, "u have actually fallen in love with me, I don't believe this", she said and hugged me tightly.
For a split second i thought it was a dream, I didn't want to move, but when I sensed her gripping my collar tightly I was assured that its my NUPUR hugging me, and I hugged back, as tightly as i could, just making sure she wasn't suffocated. I moved apart and saw her eyes twinkling, "so u were waiting for my confession?", I said slipping my arm around her waist and she threw her arms around my neck , "I was waiting myself to trust you", she said with a smile and I leaned to kiss her.
For a moment it felt as if the world stopped, sensing the velvet warmth of her being made my heart flicker with a strange feeling. I had kissed so many girls before, but what I felt today was unexplainable. It was love. That moment I understood what happens when u feel the physical closeness of the person you love. It felt as if the emotional bonding we had developed in this 10 minutes or so was being exhibited by this gesture.
"and I never thought it would be so easy trusting you", she said pulling back, with a smile and I kissed her back.
"u don't want my confession", she asked giggling, moving her neck away again, as she sensed I was heading towards her lips again, "some other time", I said plainly and laughing, she kissed me again.
We were kissing endlessly when she again pulled back, I was about to capture her lips again when she slowly whispered, with irregular pattern of breath, "I love u mayank", and I felt as if it was music from heavens. I looked in her eyes and never did I saw this shine, I just smiled, kissed her forehead and hugged her, "I love u too"
"I was right mayank, u do love me", she hugged back tightly and I don't know why she said this again, well i didn't want to know even, the feeling of hugging her was so overwhelming.
Well after that..after that we completed that stupid work and I dropped her home, kissing her many times again of course. She called me upstairs, but I refused, I didn't want to take any risks being alone with her. I wanted to make our marriage special for her, because I knew what marriage meant for her.
***
"mayank we are made in heaven na?", she asked as I picked her up, as Mrs. Nupur Mayank Sharma, to lead her in our home, "I don't know, but we will make our own heaven" I replied.
***
And after this do I need to explain what an exciting, full of fights, passion and an amazing, blissful life we are living?. I don't think so. I know reading the first lines u all must have thought that they are going to end up together..well yeah..here we are..in love..married..together..made in heaven.
***
"di tum thek ho na??", gunjan asked this for almost the 30th time and Nupur had nodded for an equal number of times, "main bilkul thek ho gunjan, tujhe kia laga , kisi main itna dam hai k teri di ko dara sake" , she smiled and gunjan hugged her, "main itna dar gayi thi na, Thank God tum thek ho", her voice was falling weak and Nupur rubbed her back lovingly.
Nupur was sitting on her bed, in blanket with her back resting against the bed back and, Samrat, uday, diya, benji and gunjan, all of them were sitting in a circle around her. All of them were again and again questioning her about the tragic mishap which happened today, except mayank. Mayank was quietly standing in the corner, with his arms crossed around his chest, plainly staring his wife.
Nupur was almost being kidnapped by the goons, which had led to the paralysis of her sister, but due to her intelligence, Nupur was able to expose them in front of media - but in the process she was injured and tortured by the goons.
After the initial panic of seeing Nupur on TV in half dead condition, mayank rushed to the media place, and after the initial medication, she was back home.
Nupur was observing that the moment she gained conscious, mayank was quiet, everyone else was speaking so much that somewhere his voice was getting subdued. She stole a glance at mayank who had a strange expression on his face – she couldn't understand that was he angry on her for going out in goons like this, or was he worried? She kept on looking at him when benji's voice interrupted her and she looked away, but samrat who had noticed their eye-lock, once again decided to play cupid for these two love birds,
"okay guys, chalo ghar chaltey hain, let Nupur rest!", samrat announced loudly and received glares form gunjan, but he winked at her and for once she understood his meaning in one go, "oh!, haan acha di, ab hum chaltey hain",
"okay gunjan", both of them hugged and then all of them one by one giving their own advices to Nupur, they left.
Mayank followed all of them till the gate and bidding them good bye he came back to their room, where Nupur was lying, with her eyes closed. His heart contracted with pain and affection for her .
Sitting by her side, her slowly started rubbing his fingers over her forehead, and she opened her eyes immediately, observing the worry on his face she sat straight forcing a smile, "mayank ab please tum mat shoro kar dena k main kaisi hon?', she giggled but mayank's serious expression was not changing, "kia hai?, thora tu smile karo, tumhain tu proud feel karna chaiye k tumhari wife itni bahdur hai aur ..
"tumhain dar nahi laga Nupur?", mayank placed his hands over her lips and she was at a complete loss of words.
"arey bola na nahi, bilkul bhi nahi, main tu..
"sach bolo ..", the strictness in his voice and the concern in his eyes made her eyes brim with tears and she hugged him, quietly hiding her face in his chest. She wasn't crying, just hugging him tight, with fists tightly clenched and nails digging round his neck.
"laga tha , bohat ziyada", she spoke in a low voice and as a response to her confession, mayank tightened his grip, "per dar se ziyada mujhe un sab pe ghusa tha, unhon ne gunjan k sath jo kiya, main mar dalti un sab ko", the rage and anxiety in her voice was rising and he rubbed her back to calm her down.
"ik baar bhi nahi socha k akeley kaise karo gi ye sab?", he asked in a strict voice and Nupur raised her head, "main ne kaha than na k ab se koi decision tum akeli nahi le sakti, per tum ne phir se wohi kiya", his voice was scared and his eyes showing the deep pain.
"I am sorry mayank, per unhon ne mujhe kidnap kar liya tha, aur phir main in se bhagte bhagte wo media center phoch gayi aur phir main ne sohca k bhagne se behter hai k unhain expose kar don."
"hamara ghar us media center se 10 minute per hai, tum ghar bhi tu a sakti thi, Ik baar bhi nahi socha k expose karne main kitna risk ho sakta hai", he increased his grip and Nupur again hid herself in his chest, "pata hai mayank, mujhe un pe bohat ghusa tha, mujhe laga k agr aj un ko expose nahi kiya tu wo hamesha k liye bach jayen gey, main unhain bhagne nahi de sakti thi mayank, unhon ne gunjan k sath jo kiya .. wo..", her voice was getting weak and she left her sentence in between and closed her eyes in his embrace.
"ziyada dard tu nahi ho raha hai", he rubbed his fingers over the bandage on her forehead and she looked up at him smiling, "ho raha tha, per ab nahi ho raha hai", she opened her eyes wide and mayank chuckled, " bemmar ho!!, per filmy bhoot nahi utra!', he joined his forehead with her lovingly and, snuggling into him she closed her eyes.
Mayank kept on staring at her for a few moments, she looked like an angel all cuddled up slowly bending down, he pressed his lips over hers' and pulled back, while Nupur opened her eyes in shock. It was totally unexpected, but as soon as she looked at his face, blush took over and she again closed her eyes, and this time, sensing the grip turning strong, she soon drifted into sleep, due to the extreme comfort of being in mayank's arms , while mayank simply rubbed his fingers over her forehead – as a simple yet deep gesture of his affection and love.
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