"Tumhe chahie kya jaanu private...??"
"Biwi hoon nahi... Thi... Yeh mat bhulna..."
"Ise humari aakhri baat cheet samajh na..."
"Tumhara dhyaan humari toot to hui shadi mein tha hi nahi..."
"Kyun aayi tum meri zindagi mein..."
"I hate you abeer..."
"Uski salary ka cheque main sign karungi..."
"Yeh is baar bhi jab jayega toh kuch na kuch todh kar hi jaega..."
"Tum apne guess, zidd or ego mein kuch bhi kar sakte ho..."
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"Meher... Meher... Get up... Baby... Meher..."
Meher opened her eyes and looked at the pair of eyes fixed on her. He smiled at her and she returned the smile. His hand cupped her cheek and then moved to her forehead, wiping the sweat drops.
"What were you dreaming about huh...?? Sweating...?? In an air conditioned room...😉" Abeer asked meher.
"I don't know... It was weird... All I could hear were voices... And yes... Some flashes... I couldn't see anything clearly..." Meher replied.
She was confused and scared. But not more than abeer. How he wished every day that meher never remembers what happened in their life years ago.
"Abeer why is it still happening with me...?? Its been years now..."
"Its nothing baby... I am with you... You have nothing to worry about..." Abeer told meher taking her in his arms and switching off the light.
"Abeer... Did we really use to fight that much back then...?? Just before the accident..."
"Very... I never knew you could turn into as fierce tigress... Ek dum khoon ki pyaasi..." abeer replied.
Meher giggled and wrapped her arm around him.
"You know it right...??"
"Ya... I know... You love me..." Meher grinned.
"A lot..." Abeer added.
"But why did you said something on the lines of this is our last conversation..." Meher asked.
"Can you please stop thinking about it...??" Abeer was not up for any sort of discussion over their past, at such an odd hour of the night.
"Yes... But for that you might have to distract me tonight..."
"Pleasure is all mine..."
"I love you.." Meher whispered just as his lips touched hers.
Kissing him always delighted her and made her feel alive. Every night when he took her in his embrace, all her tiredness vanished. Only she knew how much she missed him when he was away. And By away she means the time he spends in office or his studio. Abeer was her drug and she couldnt never get enough of him. Even after being married to him for years now, she enjoys the bliss of being loved by him and the pleasure he gave her. The passion, well it only increasing with time.
Meher opened her eyes when she heard a soft knock on their bedroom door and a whisper. The door knocked again. Meher shook abeer urgently asking him to wake up.
"What...?? You want more...??" Abeer asked pulling meher towards him.
"Abeer... Get dressed... I have to open the door..." Meher stopped abeer and pulled herself away from him.
Meher got out of the bed and picked abeer's shirt from the floor, throwing at his face.
"Wear it..."
Meher opened the door and looked down at the floor. Here she was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall and hugging her teddy bear. The reason of her happiness. Her daughter. Their four years old daughter. Chahat.
"Aww my baby... Good morning Jaana..." Meher sat on her knees and took her angel in her arms.
"Good morning..." Chahat, meher minion chirped at meher.
To be honest, chahat was no where like her dear mommy. She was more like her daddy dearest. Abeer's princess. The apple of his eyes. Chahat's wish was abeer's command.
As meher broke the hug, chahat ran into the room leaving her teddy on the floor. Meher picked the teddy in her arms and closed the door. As she came back to the bed, she saw abeer taking her in his arms and father daughter duo hugging each other. She smiled and got into the bed, her eyes never leaving the duo and praying to god to always protect her family.
"Goodie morning..." Chahat said and kissed abeer's cheek.
He smiled with his eyes still closed and replied "goodie morning princess...".
Chahat poked abeer's nose with her finger and giggled when abeer made a face. She then stretched opened his eye a bit with her tiny fingers and was sad when she didn't get a reaction. Soon she felt ticklish and giggled as abeer tickled her. Meher grinned and pulled chahat towards her, saving her little kid from being tickled. Chahat hugged meher instantly and kept on laughing. Her laughter being the sweetest sound for meher and abeer.
"Why are you up that early...??" Abeer asked chahat after she stopped laughing.
"Early riser.." Chahat replied while jumping on the bed.
Meher smirked at abeer. She was way too proud of her daughter. She was a fast learner and much brighter than other kids of her age.
"Chal jhoothi..." said abeer.
"I'm not jhoothi... She is.." Chahat said pointing at meher, who was enjoying her black coffee.
"Haww... What did I do...??" Meher asked in shock.
Abeer shrugged his shoulders and focused all his attention on chahat. The girl hates to share the attention of her daddy. One fact that abeer loves.
"Mom said I'm like her... But I'm like you... I can sing also... She cannot..." Chahat sat on the bed and complained abeer.
Then she sat in abeer's lap and whispered in his ear "and don't tell her I love you more...".
"What's with the whispering...??" Meher asked raising one of her eye brow.
"Ohh... She says she isn't a chashmish like you..." Abeer replied.
"What..?? Chahat..." Meher glared at her daughter who now smiled innocently and hided herself in abeer's arms.
"Meher please meri beti ko nazar mat lgao yaar.." Abeer told meher and winked at her.
"Argghhh... I'm gonna go and prepare breakfast..." saying this meher left the room.
"I want pizza.." Chahat yelled.
"Early in the morning... No..." Meher yelled back.
Chahat looked sadly at abeer and abeer shrugged his shoulders in defeat.
"Such a sadu sometimes..." He whispered keeping his head on chahat's tiny shoulder.
"True..." She said and giggled.
It was a Sunday afternoon, meher was sitting in her room while abeer and chahat were not at home. Abeer took chahat to meet madhvi, the cry loving grandmother. Since her accident, they have been living in a house of their own, away from malhotra house. The house abeer bought for her... The house where they started their life again. The house that witnessed every moment of their love and some of their arguments. The house which became home after chahat was born. She completed their family. In fact, she made them a family.
Ever since chahat was born, abeer made sure that chahat would only see and know her grandmother, madhvi. Madhvi loved and pampered chahat in every possible way and chahat was also fond of her grandmother. On the other hand, Kuber Malhotra had no right to see his daughter, forget meeting her. Meher tried several times to know the reason behind it but she never succeeded. She now has somehow accepted things the way they are.
Abeer's POV
Falling in love with meher and getting married to her was the best thing that ever happened to me. Doubting on our love and signing those divorce papers was the biggest blunder I ever did. But god was kind, meher walked back into my life. If it wasn't her decision of joining Groove, we would still be living yearning, loving and hating each other. She returned in my life and made me realised that I still wasn't over her. Long 8 years of separation were also not enough. Not enough to forget her or to let go off her. Letting her go meant giving up on life. And then there came a time which made me realise that I was still in love with meher. More passionately and deeply than ever. Her accident. The time I saw her struggling in that ICU. The time everyone tried pushing me away from meher. They all blamed me but it didn't matter. All that mattered was meher and her well being. I wanted my meher back at any cost. I couldn't lose her and I knew it would be forever, she wouldn't return If she left that time. And it all happened because of my so called father. Mr. Kuber Malhotra. I hated him and I still do. I swore that if god forbid anything happened to meher, I would put kuber Mallhotra's world on fire. 60 lakhs and he insulted my meher. He humiliated the woman I love to death, calling her a gold digger. If it was any other person, I would have killed him mercilessly.
Those two painful weeks... 14 days... And then I got my meher back. This time for eternity. I knew that. She had partial amnesia and she believed that we were still together. She looked at me weith love, hugged me and after 8 years called me 'baby'. She was my meher and I couldn't let her go. I decided to go with the flow and love her immensely. Mummyji and tunnu were by my side, supporting me and I could see they were also happy that meher and I were getting back together. Bua ji... Well I rest my case.
That night also, I stayed with meher; like I did in the last two weeks. I entered the room after buying the medicines and I heard her sobbing. I never felt that scared in my whole life. And wondered what if meher remembered everything. I asked her the reason behind those tears and she hugged me. She told me that she is feeling lost and broken. She doesn't remember the last 10 years of her life. A decade of our relationship. She cried like a baby in my arms that night and even asked me if we had a kid. I told her we decided not to plan a baby until we settle in our lives and she agreed to it. Weeks passed by and meher remembered nothing. All the time she used to tell me to take her to malhotra house. How could I take her there... How... But meher couldn't understand it and I don't blame her. She wasn't supposed to hear or remember those hurtful insulting and cheap words. By the time meher recovered, she started wondering the reason behind us not having a single child after 10 years of marriage. She wanted us. I also did. But how could I.. We weren't married... She didn't remember our divorce... It was all just inappropriate. It wasn't the right time but our love was blossoming. It happens and here in our case, it just needed to be rekindled. The flames just needed to be reignited. And then came the date on which we we got married. Our anniversary. And meher demanded to get married all over again. She said she needed some new memories. I also wanted to get married to her, from the time I realised I'm still in love with her. I was adamant that I wanted to tell meher the truth. I couldn't lie to her anymore. I had to tell her about our divorce, the misunderstandings and everything that happened between us or the thing which couldn't happen. I wanted to tell her about how my mistake ruined us. It was only our marriage that failed, it was our love and trust. Our first unborn that... That suffered as a result of my mistake and our differences. Yes I loved her way too much to risk losing her but I couldnt just take advantage of her and the circumstances. I feared she would hate me if I didn't tell her the truth. I told mummy ji about what I was going to do but she pleaded me not to. She was scared it will harm meher. Mummy ji wanted meher to be safe and most of all happy. She made me swear on her that I will not tell meher about the those dreadful 8 years. And I was bound by the swear and the promise of protecting meher and always keeping her happy.
We got married. Again. Mummyji, Mom, bua ji, Tunnu Nisaar Sasha witnessed it, making it all special. Meher had no idea she ever joined groove, so i somehow told her that she started working there as a ceo and meher was happy. I never wanted her to be just a housewife and that was the exact thing she wanted. We worked in the same office. It was nice having her around all the time. But the guilt of not telling her the truth if our life, ate me up every day. How could I start life a fresh when I know this daydream of mine could end anytime and we will be back to square one. Our happiness will be short lived, I knew that. And the feeling... Well it was the worst feeling ever.
And the next thing I still remember is the day meher and I had an argument, after the accident. Our first argument as a married couple. She was pissed off that we were staying at her house. She wanted to go back to Malhotra house or any other place of their own. So I bought the house we are currently living in. By the time we settled in the house, things had changed. I somehow wasn't scared with the whole meher remembering our past thing. I knew we would overcome it and will face it together. We were together and that was all that mattered.
Next year, we had an addition in our family; meri chahat. My lovely daughter. The one who has bonded meher and I together. The minute I took her in my arms, it all made sense. It was because of we were destined to have chahat in our lives. Our beautiful creation. My junior meher. She is the only girl I love after meher. The minute she opened her tiny grey eyes at me and smiled, I felt like the richest man on earth and I made a decision. To protect, love and cherish her. That meant kuber malhotra had no freaking right to see or touch my daughter. He was no one to my daughter. Why wouldnt i have done it... Chahat was... is and will always be my priceless possession. And kuber malhotra always destroyed things for me and hurted the ones I loved. Mom was beside me when chahat was born and she had tears of happiness in her life. I know she and mummy ji always prayed for meher and I to get back together. And now she was holding her grand daughter. She told me chahat had my nose and eyes... Well it was the beautiful pair of eyes I ever saw.
Life had been wonderful since chahat's birth. Everything is perfect. We and our family. Well we are the coolest family ever. Chahat and I always team up against meher. My poor baby no. 1... And chahat is my girl and she loves me more than meher. Lemme tell you that is super fun seeing meher sometimes getting jealous of the bond chahat and I share. There is only one thing that my girls want and hate to share - my attention and love. But what to do I love them equally... Ok, I love chahat a bit more... She is half meher and half me. Meher's intelligence and beauty. And from me, she has got her charismatic personality, awesomeness, and my good sense of humour. She is just perfect... Meher and I did create a masterpiece...
All i now wish is that life never changes...
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