My love My Story- A Mehrya OS
Her first birthday
She was 9 when the first time I attended her birthday .but technically that was her first birthday for me.she look beautiful in her bright yellow gown.looking like the soothing rays of sunshine.she smiled,danced and chatted with her friends with the most beautiful smile ever.but she didn't even pass me a glance .And the more funny thing was she didn’t even want to invite me for her special day. It was her mother who invited me. Hah.... I know Meera aunty loves me from the first time we met. But the one who supposed to love me from the start doesn’t even like me. And the reason is still a mystery.
The fond memories of our childhood
We are in same school. My father got his transfer in Delhi so we need to move in here with him. And today I thank god that we move in here.Mehak was two classes junior to me but she was the most beautiful girl in the entire school. They say it took a special moment to feel the connection with your special one. And that special moment was when my guardian angel came for my rescue in the middle of a fight with Aman. Aman was my classmate and we never got along well and the reason was Mehak. We were fighting because he wants to impress her by showing how strong he was. But when she saw us fighting her attention fall on me, her sympathy or empathy whatsoever it was but it was for me. She even tends to my injuries and applied ointment. Maybe I was wrong but I saw her eyes a lil moist. She cares....she really does.
The College time
Dad always wants to start up his own business and when he got the chance I was in class 10. We need to shift to Mumbai. I never want to leave the capital city as this is where my special friend lives but dad was adamant so I need to leave with Maa to Mumbai. Maybe over the time I get over this friend of mine. Those memories may fade a little but there is part of mine which still live in Delhi with that special friend of mine. She somehow make me feel different .Five freaking long years had gone but no one makes me feel that way.
Until that day......
It was a cold misty morning when he first saw her, clad in her pink overcoat with a long ponytail. She was setting her specks over her button nose with one hand and in her other she was carrying the novel ‘’Forever My Girl’’ must be some romantic flick as she was everything that shows atypical high school romantic type. there is something about this girl that seems different. And I keep wondering why so. That special feeling is not suppose to be there. and what I saw next was not less than a shock to me. Mrs.Karuna Khanna , my mother is standing in my college premises with one of her best smiles but her focus was not on me but for that same girl. She hugged her with the motherly affection and after chatting for like 20 minutes she remember me and finding me their she called me and introduce me to Miss mystery officially.
‘’Shaurie, here meet our Ladoo opps! Our Mehak ....the one from Delhi. Daughter of Meera aunty . remember?’’
Remember ,really mother? When I ever forget, to remember her?,I rolled my eyes inwardly.but never the less I greet her like a gentlemen.
Those three years of college was something I cherish my whole life.She never seeks my attention but I always find myself attracted to her. She never reciprocated my advances but she never ignore my feelings too.
‘’I’m not someone you should date’’, she said to me one day.
‘’Yes I know, you are someone I should marry’’, I want to reply her very badly but I keep my thoughts to myself and just nodded with a smile.
Something called love
Love....love is not just emotion but it is something which can makes you feel complete. She makes me feel complete. College was almost over for her and I’m doing well with my business. So finally I decided to let her meet the girl I love.
I took her to a restaurant. A special table was booked for us already. After settling in our seats I told her to order something. She order Italian. but she loves Indian anyway. Italian was always my favourite.Soft music, my favourite food and the my favourite girl sitting across me,it was perfect.but That day in the restaurant out of nowhere I told her.
‘’Hey! Don’t look now but I have seen the prettiest girl I have ever seen in my whole life. Do you think if I ask her she will marry me??’’
‘’Where?’’ she asked me curiously.
‘’To your left but do not look too fast I bet she’s so pretty tired of people staring at her all the time’’, I told her with childlike excitement.
She was still trying to find the girl.
‘’A little more to your left. ’’
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Her reflection on the adjacent big mirror ....it took her a few seconds before her face broke into big smile.
‘’Yes,I’m sure she will ’’......in was her reply after few seconds of silence.
Marriage diaries
Destination wedding was not my thing but for her I can do anything possible....just to make her happy.
The beautiful city of Kerala was our destination for wedding.Unlike the lavish wedding she prefers the simple Christian wedding with just us.... the close family members and friends. Clad in her white gown she looks like an angel from the heaven.
Our parent was not very favour of this arrangement through so we do have our typical big fat Punjabi wedding back in Delhi. Roka, Mehandi,Sangeet, Haldi, Shaadi – it was 5 days long event. Everything about our marriage was special. Be it the ring I choose for her or the surprise performance I planned for her with the special edition of her school and college besties. Be it the darker shade of henna adoring her hands or the tears adoring her eyes when I filled her parting line with vermillion.
She make me feel special.
Completing US
Her screams are continuously getting louder as the time passes. The pain seem unbearable now. Her pain make his eyes moist. Her eyes were filled with emotions too. But both smiled again. After hearing the first cry of their little one. It was a little girl for them. Their blessing.....their bundle of joy.
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All the pain and all the hardships she have gone through to give me my biggest blessing .I can’t thank her enough. But at the end all Imanage to say is,
‘’Thank you Mehak for completing us. I love you.’’
‘’I love you too, Shaurya .’’
Love and hugs,
Mish❤️
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