Using Excerpt #4
A/N: The names of the characters "MAYANK" and "NUPUR" are from show MILEY JAB HUM TUM. Cheers!
Made in heaven
"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.
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