Hello maaneetians!
I always wanted to write ff related to memory loss track and have finally come up with this...i really hope this will get your love...and encourage me to post part 2
Part 1...
She cupped her abdomen gingerly, leaning back on the bathroom wall.
Breathing erratically with a thumping heart, she looked back at the strip again. Red. She closed her eyes. Seeping in the moment. The feel of nurturing a life within. Tears slipped from the corner of her closed eyelid. She is pregnant. Pregnant.
Exhilaration poured in every fibre of her body. Beating within her, every cell.
Suddenly the surrounding was joyous. The air which was still and stale began to share her joy. It giggled and Danced around her caressing her curls. Blowing gently.The atmosphere felt lighter infused with the petrichor. It might have started to pour.
“ Maan we are expecting... we are maan...you are going to be a father...my maan is going to be papa..papa" she reiterated.
She dashed out of the bathroom hurriedly to proclaim this good news to the world. Outhouse. She realized, she was in the outhouse. She no longer lived with her husband.
Grief struck her. Maan, doesn't live with her. Her husband does not remember her. To him she was a mere stranger, whom his compassionate and generous dadima took pity on. Because her husband went away somewhere.... left her and she used her innocence oozing looks to trap dadi.
Ahh! This is what he had been thinking since he lost his memory when he found her living at Khurana mansion.
An accident which turned her life upside down. The most treasured part of her life, that included their love, their marriage. Their happiness. Their sorrow. All had been obliterated. The husband she had been world to. The husband who chose her over his brother. The husband who Accepted her with someone else's child. The husband Who hated a mere sight of tears in her eyes, has forgotten her, his wife, his geet. He forgot the beautiful moment they shared. Their moments had been lost to him.
She sat on the bed dejected. Her vision blurred, she softly caressed the bed.
This very bed, they first time slept on. Their fight for it. She chuckled. Everywhere she looked around, it reminded her of their sweet moments.
She still remembered the day vividly. When maan, some months back had expressed his desire to gain fatherhood. His soft kisses on her abdomen, his eyes mirrored his wish. The dream they weaved to create a life together. His soft caresses and whispers while he made love to her.
She sighed, caressing her stomach lovingly. "You are my Maan's part" Filled with warmth again. A new vigour. Come what may. They wished for it. Together. Their love has finally bloomed in her womb. The tiny life ensconced within her..His part. His child.
She wiped her tears, determined.
Come what may, their baby will get love of both its parents.
To be continued........
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