Vivah-A Journey From Engagement To Marriage MaNan FF (Completed)

~EPILOGUE~

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I stretched my arms wide enough on the bed and turned to my side of bed. I smiled as I realised that he is watching me sitting just in front of me.

I opened my eyes and saw him looking at me smilingly. He was kneeling in front of the bed and was leaning to the bed.

"Good Morning..." I said still struggling to open my eyes. I heard him chuckle and saying "Good Morning.... How are you feeling?" He asked.

I smiled and snuggle more in to the comforter. I opened my eyes perfectly to see him smiling at me.

"I am tired...." I said and yawned.

He caressed my cheek and said "Okay... you rest... I have so many things to do okay? I am leaving. Tum rest karlo and then go down and eat. Okay?" He said and I nodded like a toddler.

He laughed a little and then leaned to me. Watching at my face for few seconds he kissed me with all the love. I smiled in the kiss and he broke the kiss.

"I love you..." he smiled and pecked my lips.

"I love you too..." I said and smiled.

He stood up and adjusted his white kurta looking at himself in the mirror, while I admired my man. He turned to me and smiling at me he left while I kept looking at his disappearing figure.

I sighed and smiled.

It has been more than two years since that dreadful day. Yes. Two years. Well, quite a long period.

That night, I asked him for some time to forget those words. He respected my thoughts and gave me the time and space. Initially I was trying to ignore him, trying to let out all my anger by snapping at him but then I realised that its him. Manik. The love of my life. Why even I have to behave so bad with him. I felt guiltier.

I knew who he was and how he was. Yes, he does mistakes when he is angry and even blurt out a lot of things, but when he realises it, he makes sure that he does everything to mend it.

Eventually, he started taking extra care of me. He made sure that I talk to him even we are still on our break, and that somewhere made me feel guilty that I am pushing him away.

And then one day I decided to end the 'distance' between us. I walked up to the study room. I didn't saw him. I leisurely went inside and touched his chair and table. Well, since the day we were on break, he used to spend a lot of time in this room. I wonder why?

Suddenly my eyes fell on one particular file. I took it out and it was a counsellor's file.

I read the patient's name and I was so shocked. It was Manik's.

I read the content and I felt tears brimming in my eyes.

It was an Anger Management counsellor's file. And Manik was the patient. He was attending an anger management counselling. I felt so bad. He never needed it. I pushed him to join this.