A very happy independence day to my indian readers .. 🤗
and with all of your worries regarding the characters .. i would just say that the story hasn't started yet .. it was just a build up till now .. you will come to know whether mayank is honest or not and where will nupur's excessive dreams and quiet acceptance lead her relation ..
Chapter # 7:
With just a week left in the wedding, nupur blushes were raised to the highest bar of measurement and gunjan made very sure that the bar didn't lower at any point.
"waise nupur, shaadi se pehle ye haal hai, shaddi k baad toh I am afraid you'll transform in a tomotao", gunjan said, as they were returning from the tailor and nupur glared, "will you stop teasing me?, kia problem hia?", she said, again looking out.
"btw do you miss jiju"?, she asked, rather plainly,
"yes", she replied and gunjan who had asked the question with an intention of teasing, went speechless over the longing she had in her voice.
She stopped the car in the middle of the road, "kia hua"?, nupur asked.
"I had to hug you", she said plainly and side hugged her, "awww , gunji ye kiya hai?"
"tum dekhna nupur, this is just a matter of five days, us kay baad no missing only my princess and my jiju together forever", she said, again starting the car and nupur just chuckled ' her friend was the cutest.
**
"Dad!!!" .
Nupur gasped seeing her father injecting insulin on his own.
"ye kiya kar rahe ho ap?", she immediately took the syringe from his hand, "ye kiya ho raha tha?, khud insulin kyun inject kar rahe they?, mujhe kyun nahi bulaya?", she was looking blankly at her father, with tears threatening to flow out.
This was a painful process her father had to go every day when he had to inject insulin because he was diabetic along with a heart patient.
"beta I was just practicing, ab do teen din ki toh baat reh gayi hai, us k baad I'll have to inject on my own, tu bus adaat daal raha tha", he tried hard to reply normally.
"koi zarorat nahi hai ap ko aisi aadetein daalne ki", she glared, taking his arm in her hand and brushed her thumb over the skin, just to soften because she had to inject the insulin.
"acha gi, tu phir kiya karon ga jab ap apne ghar chali jao gi?", he giggled and nupur glared him again, she softly injected the syringe and her father closed his eyes on that subtle pain.
This was the most painful moment in nupur's life, when she had to see her father close his eyes due to that sharp pain of injection.
"main ne samrat jiju se keh kar ap k liye insulin pen mangwaya hai, you just need to prick with it, syringe ki zaroat nahi hai, she replied, breaking the syringe and avoiding eye contact bcz she was sure his eyes were also filled with tears just like hers.
"aur ab ap so jao,", she looked up at him and he was smiling fondly, "shukr hai, ye hitler routine tu khatam ho gi", he grinned and unable to control her tears nupur hugged him, snuggling closer. She was crying silently and Mr Bhushan just stroked her hair, he didn't know what to say and neither did nupur know what to do next.
The whole home was now filled with guests and she had hardly talked to her father, and with now the first moment she got to talk to him, she just wasn't able to control her tears.
**
With now just three days left in her wedding, nupur was crying after every hour. Mr Bhsuhan, although longing to console his daughter, decided to leave her alone, but she was not left alone, all her female relatives giving her tips and consoling her was leading her to cry more and poor gunjan had to observe this from a distance ' inwardly frowning as how to help her princess.
**
"gunjaaann!!"
It was nupur's heena function and she was sitting in the center of the girls, having mehndi being applied from her elbows till her fingers tips, but at the same time shouting.
"kia hua?, gunjan same running.
"tum mehndi kyun nahi lagwa rahi ho"?, nupur glared and gunjan smiled, "awww, princess, mujhe kaam hai, aur phir ..
"main kuch nahi sun rahi hon, tum bhi yahan betho and get mehndi applied", she huffed and gunjan knew there was no way she could refuse her. She sat down beside her and one of her cousins started applying mehndi to her, "thek se lagana priya, gunjan k husband ko mehndi bohat psnd hai", she winked but there was no way gunjan would blush on nupur's wedding, "haan priya , samrat ko tu psnd hai, per mayank jiju ko bht bht bht psnd hai, tu nupur ki mehndi ki ziyada tension lo", he winked back and the everyone broke in a giggle and nupur could just manage a shy smile, while Mr Bhushan, who was observing all this from a distance, had teary eyes on all this happiness echoing in his home.
**
It was just one day before the marriage and gunjan decided to stay over with nupur. She knew she will cry all night and there was no way gunjan could allow it, so making her husband agree with a deep kiss, she was over nupur's place.
It was at night when all the guests were in their room, and so were gunjan and nupur.
"princess", gunjan pressed her hand lightly and wiping her tears, nupur turned towards her, "haan gi?",she tried to smile but gunjan could see her tears in the dim light.
"daar lag raha hai?
"haan gunjan, daar lag raha hai ..", she replied choking and gunjan's heart contracted with affection for her, she sat up and pulled nupur's head in her lap and started stroking her hair, while nupur cried more.
"dekho princess, daar tu tumhain lag raha hoga, yaad hai main kitna darti thi", she giggled and remembering those times, nupur also smiled, "yaad hai mujhe kitna tang kiya tha tumne", she replied in a teary voice.
"haan tu tum ab badla le rahi ho!", she huffed and nupur giggled furthur, "dekho princess, dar tu lage ga, it's natural, and you can't even do anything about it, all I will say is that try to remember all those dreams you have been seeing and just try to feel that all of them are about to come true", she was stroking her head constantly and nupur's tears started to dry.
"aur meri advice hai k so jao, because tomorrow is a hectic day, and according to my prediction an even hectic night", she said and nupur turned compete red!,
"gunjaaan!!", she shouted and gunjan giggled further, "so jao princess!", she was stroking her head and slowly she felt her drifting into slumber and she was praying for her the whole night.
**
Finally it was the big day!!.
"gunjan mujhe ye thek nahi lag raha hai"
Nupur was frowning and for a change, gunjan wasn't paying attention to her frowns. She was dressed in a dark red - maroonish bridal lehnga, and with all decked up with jewellary, gunjan was now adjusting her duppatta.
"gunjan tum sun kyun nahi rahi ho?", she huffed and gunjan placed another pin over her dupptta,
"chup ho jao nupur", she said and made her face him. She was finally ready.
Nupur was finally dressed as a bride and gunjan's eyes filled up with tears. She looked just so gorgeous ' just the perfect bride.
"why are you crying?", nupur glared and gunjan wiped her tears, "kuch nahi, bus ab main niche ja rahi hon and you just sit quietly aur khabrdaar jo ik kuch bhi changes karne ki koshih ki tu", she warned and gunjan turned towards the door,
"gunjan!", nupur called her out in a teary voice and she stopped and rushed ack to her, "kia hua princess>?",
she cupped her face and a tear trickled down her eyes, "main achi tu lag rahi hon na?",s he asked in desperation , searching gunjan's face and gunjan felt her heart caught in a fist,
"you look beautiful!, in the true literal sense of meaning!, she replied kissing her cheek and nupur just hugged her tight.
**
It was finally the time when the prince came to wed her princess The Sharmas came with a lavish barat at the Bhushan doorstep, and were welcomed even more warmly.
Nupur was in her room, hearing to all the noises and was literally shivering with nervousness.
If nupur was the most gorgeous bride then Mayank was the most handsome groom. All the girls had their hearts stopped for while, when he entered the Bhsuhan Mansion, with all the elderly ladies envying and frowning on their laziness that they could have saved him for their daughters, but all was too late.
He was there just for Nupur.
**
It was the time for the bride to be called and Nupur descended down the stairs, dressed up as a bride and the hwol hall looked up the girl coming down the stairs, with a nervous gait and fear on her face.
She was holding gunjan's hand tight and taking deep breaths, she knew the whole hall was staring at her, but with it she knew there was a pair of eyes who was staring at her with full concentration and it belonged to Mayank.
She came and sat beside him and sensed that he passed her a glance ' a smiling glance, but she was too afraid to even raise her head.
The wedding rituals started and in a matter of next 15 minutes, both of them were tied in the sacred bond of matrimony ' Mr & Mrs Mayank Sharma
As the wedding rituals ended, the time came for which nupur was dreading the most. Her departure from her home.
She hugged her father for a long time and kept on crying silently when she was dragged to the car by Mr Bhsuahn himself and he made her sit in it.
"dad, mujhe nahi jana!". She was whispering in between hiccups and Mr Bhsuhan was smiling at her cuteness, he didn't answer, just made her sit in the car and she was off with her husband, leaving him behind praying, along with gunjan.
**
She kept on looking behind through the car glass until it took a turn and she lost the sight of her home, that is when she rested her head against the glass and started looking outside. She was crying so much that didn't even realize mayank was sitting beside her, which made mayank even amazed, but he decided not to talk to her, although he really wanted to, bcz he knew she was crying silently but because with his mom sitting on the front seat and his brother driving, he was in no mood of teasing.
**
They reached the Sharma Mansion ' the house with a main central home and three apartments attached to it. Three of them belonging to each Sharma brother.
Nupur was welcomed in the main house first by her mother in law, Pallivi Sharma, who was an affectionate, kind, yet strict to rules woman.
It was at the door step of her new home that's he finally remembered that she had her husband standing beside her and again the nervousness took place, but her husband didn't sit bede her much.
All the time they were, there, nupur was being introduced to so many people and mayank was busy ins oemo oterh corner, she did steal a couple og glances t him and well ' He looked handsome!.
**
After about an hour's meetings and greetings, which almost drained every bit of strength from her, she was finally led to her part of the home.
She was brought to that place by Pallavi alone and just entering the place made her heart flutter, it had everything she shopped, just placed perfectly.
"kaisa laga nupur", Pallavi asked affectionately and she smiled, "it's beautiful", she said sincerely,
"yes, just like you", she kissed her forehead and nupur smield again, "nupur, I'll not give you any tips or orders or advices, all I want you to say is, your husband is a very loving person, he may over look your pain at times, but don't ever think that he is insensitive towards it, and whener u feel ths he is over looking, just make him realize and he'll be there for you", she cupped her cheek and unable to say anthing she just nodded, in all this fatigue, she didn't even understand the depth of her statement,
"and now I guess enough of meetings, you go in your room, I'll send mayank", she kissed her forehead again and left, while nupur looked around in her home. It was indeed beautiful
**
"mayank, I guess rest of talking can take place tomorrow, your bride is waiting", Pallavi announced enring the main mansion, where mayank was apparently chatting but inwardly frowning and on this note from his mother, he breathed a sigh of relief and bidding every one good night, he was off to his apartment.
**
He had to cross the main garden to reach his apartment and during this five ' ten step walk, he felt his heart flutter.
He opened the door and found the lounge empty. "Obviously she'll be in the bedroom", he scolded himself, and closing the main door, headed towards the bed room, and as he did, his own cheeks started to boil, "God mayank!, you can't blush for God sake", he huffed to himself, reaching the bed room door.
"waise if I am feeling this blush, I wonder what is nupur feeling, she blushes meeting me in a hundred people .. tu aj tu ", he wondered and this thought warmed his heart remembering all the blushes of nupur ' without doubt she looked beautiful and adorable.
He smiled standing at the door but then quickly scolded himself that he was wasting time, and he should just open the door and go inside, to witness the MOST beautiful blush, so finally turning the door knob, he entered the room.
Chapter 8 - Page 36 Edited by Fantasia. - 14 years ago
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