thank u so much guys . it was a treat reading to all those insightful comments!! .. 🤗
@pooja .. i remember that incident sweet! .. wait 😳and wishing my angel a VERY VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY! .. LOVE YOU AMYY! ❤️Chapter # 15:
As the door closed shut, nupur's legs threatened to support her standing position, thus she sat down on the floor, supporting her head with the bed. Her eyes had gone silent and wide, each and every expression, each and every word of mayank was echoing in her mind, and with every passing minute the words were hitting back with more force making her feel disgusted about herself.
Nupur always thought the fear she faces was her helplessness, she faced a problem which came from God, and thus she should always be sympathized with, but for the first time in her life she was scolded and ridiculed, it was told her that it was HER fault!.
"It is not my fault!",
she burst out crying, holding the bed sheet tight in her fists. Her tears flowed out of her eyes as her mind took a trip down the memory lane.
"arey dekho .. nupur key hath thore brown brown haina,"
That voice still echoed in her mind, a remark from one of her fair classfellows when she was in class 5, the first time when she realized that she was different, and since that day she compared skin color with every one she shook hands.
It was not her fault that she was made to realize the difference of the skin color of her hands at the age of 10, that too by someone similar of her age.
"haan ab nupur pe thori na soft aur light colors suit karen gey, complexion k hisaab se dressing karni chaiye na!"
Another remark ' class 7th. She closed her eyes as how she wore a white churidaar on the annual function, she was so happy, the dress was gorgeous and this remark shattered her heart in a million pieces, pieces she was still putting together.
"arey wah, is baar tu nupur thori gori lag rahi hai, bus itna rang pakka ho jaye tu bohat hi pyari lagey gi:
Her grandmother ' her remarks made it firm in her heart that only fir complexion could make you look beautiful and would make you capable of all the happiness of the world.
Her mind was going through every single incident in her life that made this seed sow in her heart and now it had grown in such a powerful plant that it captivated her mind and there was no possible way it could be plucked out.
Her eyes dried and she was blankly staring at a point. Mayank regrets marrying you. It produced numbness in her body, and made her feel useless and trash. You are going to remain nothing else than an obligation for him, he will never respect you again. NEVER.
**
Mayank was driving at through the busy roads of the city, with his mind totally boggling over nupur and her thoughts,
"how could she think like that!, how could she think so low of herself!. She is the best!. My wife is the best! how the hell she thought she is not pretty!. DAMNIT!.
He took a sharp turn and totally unaware of his destination, he pressed the accelerator and just when he was about to cross the 200 mark, his cell phone beeped.
Somewhere deep down expecting it would be from nupur, he held it with anticipation but it flashed GUNJAN.
Disappointed, he attended the call, "hey gunjan", he tried sounding normal.
"hello jiju, hope I am not disturbing", gunjan said sweetly , still her voice was scared, "no no , not at all, tell me", mayank said.
"jiju nupur ap k sath hai"?, she asked and mayank felt the worry in her tone.
"nahi, main bahir hon aur nupur ghar pe hai, kyun"?, he also felt the fear.
"ghar pe?, per wo phone nahi utha rahi, I am trying since the past hour, cell bhi aur landline bhi,", she said worried and Mayank felt his veins shrinking.
"umm, gunjan, I'll get back to you, I am just on my way to home, maybe bhabhi k pass gayi ho gi", he said and disconnected the phone and reversed the car.
He felt his hands trembling over the steering wheel , I hope she is safe, he could feel his own eyes getting blurred due to an emotional outburst, but he kept his eyes focused, he had to get back to his wife.
"You were rude to her, extremely insensitive , she would have died with the things you said to her", the heart was shouting at it's peak but mind had equally opposite answers
"She was being ridiculous, how could someone look down upon oneself , she IS a racist, every single thing I said was correct",
"You lose your mind when you are angry"
"I was not angry, I was hurt, the pain I saw in her eyes shook me within and so I had to make her realize the real meaning of all her feelings.
In midst of all these fights, he reached home and rushing inside he saw that the main door was opened as he had left. He felt numb and rushed towards the bed room.
The door was closed and he threw it open immediately to find nupur was lying on the floor, with her eyes closed and her gorgeous hair falling on her face but what made mayank's mind totally numb was that blood was flowing out from her nose.
"Nupur ..", he said breath less.
**
"nurse foran glucose ki drips arrange karo and patient ka hemoglobin level check karne k liye sample lo, I think she is anemic",
The doctor came out of the room and ordered the nurse while mayank was waiting for him to talk to him,
"how is my wife doctor?", he asked with a shaking voice, "relax Mr Sharma, she is perfectly fine, she fainted due to dehydration and nose bleeding stress ki waja se hui hai, was she under some tension?, ap ka koi jhagra tu nahi hua?", the doctor asked politely and mayank nodded,
"we had a fight", he was honest.
"seems like, but koi baat nai, we have given her glucose, tu most probably dehydration khatam ho jaye gi , and some blood tests are required, she is very weak, need to check her hemoglobin level. And she is conscious, you should go meet her and please patch up", he patted his shoulder and mayank tried to smile.
Once the doctor, left he walked towards the room and slowly opened the door. Nupur was lying with her eyes closed, Her face had clear expressions of pain and helplessness, her hand was bandaged with the drip pricks and with other hand she was constantly wiping tears flowing out of her closed eyes.
Nupur was vigorously rubbing all the tears when her hand was caught in hard but strong grip. She opened her eyes to see that mayank was sitting beside the bed.
"wiping tears from your face won't help, you need to wipe them off your heart", he said and softly brushed his finger over her tears and nupur turned her face away.
He caressed his hand slowly and feeling warmth radiating, her eyes filled with tears again and she tried to free her hand from his grip,
"don't even try, I am not leaving your hand", he kissed her knuckles and nupur turned her face back to him, "after everything you said to me, I don't feel that hold even if you keep on gripping my hand", she said in a helpless voice and he moved close to wipe her tears again.
'relax nupur, pehle hi stress ki waja se nose bleeding hui hai, please rela..
"how on do you expect someone to relax when her husband comes and says he would have never married her, that she is un grateful, she is a racist, she is worse than illiterate people, how do you ..
And before she could carry on he placed his lips softly over her lips and not even expecting this in her wildest dreams she was just stunned. He kissed her for a couple of seconds and then moved, "relax nupur, we will talk about this, I'll answer all your questions, but for now please relax, you are already very weak and very ill, and if you want that the news of you being in hospital does not reaches anyone except me then you need to rest so we can go home soon", he rubbed her cheeks and smiled and immediately imagining the condition of her dad, gunjan mom, pooja bhabhi after hearing the news, she felt a shiver,
"main bilkul thek hon, mujhe ghar jana hai", she said stubbornly and mayank smiled, "bus ik reprt reh gayi hai, it'll take an hour, phir ghar chalen gey", he again smiled and nupur lowered her eyes. She didn't want to look in them, they were making her weak. She wanted to stay angry, but his eyes were conveying love which was making her weak.
She closed her eyes and in an instant felt the stroke of his hand over her forehead. "remember before our marriage I once asked you to imagine my forehead stroking", he smiled and tears again flowed out of her closed eyes, "I don't remember anything, your one remark has made me forget everything", she said and opened her eyes and looked at him helplessly, "you seriously regret marrying me?", her voice was breaking and mayank felt his own eye pockets getting wet.
"I never said this nupur", he said rubbing her forehead,
"you said that!!, you said you would have never married me, you said you can't believe that you married a racist", she said in a low tone but the desperation and anguish was visible and mayank kissed her wet eyes, "that was true, but this doesn't means I regret marrying you, I can never do that, you are a blessing nupur", he pressed her hands and nupur closed her again to let the tears flow, "then why did you say all that, why did you..
"because I cannot tolerate my wife presenting herself for sympathy, how could you have such racial views .. .
"stop saying that", she cried in anguish and her hiccups started,
"nupur!!", he immediately filled the glass of water and made her sit and drink, "I told you to relax na ,. kya ho gaya hai tumhain!,
"ap ko kya ho gaya hai", she pushing the glass away after drinking, "how can you be so insensitive, baar baar racial kahnE ka kia mtlb hai?, main apni marzi se nahi sochti hon, I have compelled to think like that .. pori duniya .
"to hell with the whole world!", this time he said stiffly, "have you ever felt all this from people you really love?, have you ever felt that I mocked you?, have you?", he looked at her observantly and she nodded her head, "I have!!, even you analyzed my complexion when I went to meet you in your office, even you did that", she cried more and lied down and this time mayank really felt what means when you actually feel DUMBFOUNDED.
"Shut up nupur!", he said stiffly but keeping his tone in control and nupur opened her eyes wide, "if you think that I ever analyzed your complexion then seriously you don't know how to read eyes!, I just looked at you, observed you, you were my fiance!, didn't you look at me hun?, bolo, you actually used to stare me, tu is ka mtlb hai k tum bhi complexion analyze kar rahi thi?, nupur do you think everyone who looks at you analyzes you?, he asked with his eyes going wide with disbelief and nupur lowered her own.
"ap ko samjh nahi aye ga, you have not been through this"
"can we discuss?", he asked pressing her hands
"there is no need, you won't understand ever, you just shout and that is it", she said and mayank moved more close, "and what if I promise not to get angry and listen and discuss", he said and suddenly feeling his breath on her cheek she opened her eyes alarmingly, "ye kiya kar rahe ho ap, thora door reh k baat karo, hospital hai", she tried pushing him away but he moved more close, "it's okay nupur, wasie bhi doctor ne mujhe kaha hai to patch up, so it's a part of your medication", he winked and nupur opened her eyes wide, "dekho ap ..
And further protest was not possible as he captured her lips, in a kiss. Nupur was amazed at the softness of this kiss, it was so gentle and soft, yet love filled, she kissed back, with tears flowing out from her eyes, mayank pulled away after a couple of minutes, "I am sorry", he whispered against her lips and another tear fell from her eyes and he kissed it too, making it as a silent promise that he will erase them all.
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