Kushagra's POV

She sat with her parents. My parents started asking questions about her likes, dislikes, qualifications and what now.

She answered all of them very politely having a small and sweet smile all the time.

While she was speaking to my parents I was looking at her non-stop.

Then finally were sent for the private interview-err-private talk.

She took me to the terrace. We walked silently till the railing.

We stood there silently for some time not knowing what to talk about.

Honestly, it was so awkward.

Wanting to break this awkward tension I cleared my throat and asked.

"Kuch puchna chahti ho toh puchh skti ho."

(You can ask anything if you want to.)

She turned to look at me and said.

"Sab kuch toh puchh lia mumma papa ne."

(Mumma papa asked everything.)

"Phir bhi kuch toh hoga jo tumhe puchhna hoga."

(There must be something you want to ask.)

She bit her thinking for a moment and then asked.

"Aapki koi girlfriend thi kabhi?"

(Did you ever have any girlfriend?)

She closed her eyes immediately regretting asking that and I smile.

I clear my throat trying not to laugh at her cute expressions.

"Nice question!"

"Aapne kaha kuch puchhne toh mujhe yahi sawal yaad aaya."

(You said ask something so I asked the first thing I remembered.)

She mumbled tucking her hair behind her ear and looking down.

I chuckled and she smiled looking at me.

"Nhi. I never had any girlfriend."

(No.)

I confessed honestly.

"You will be the only woman in my life. Agar haan krti ho toh ofcourse."

(If you say yes ofcourse.)

I said and she looked up at me and then smiles shyly.

We stay quite for some time and then she asks.

"Aap iss shaadi se kya expect krte hai?"

(What do you expect from this marriage?)

She was looking at me expectantly as if it was some kind of test and she wanted me to pass.

I smiled and said honestly.

"I don't know. Honestly speaking maine shaadi ke baare mai kabhi socha hi nhi tha. It would sound very cheesy and flirty but its true ki the moment I saw you. I knew what I want. I want a life with you Amaira. I want to be able to call you my family, my wife. Tumhe wo harr cheez dena chahta hu jo tum chahti ho. I want to grow a family with you. I want to love you. Bas badle mai I want your trust, honesty and loyalty towards me."

(I never thought about getting married. I want to give you everything you want. In return...)

I confessed everything looking straight into her eyes. As unbelievable and weird as it seems but I did mean every word that I said.

She looked at me with a warm smile.

"Chaliye."

(Come.)

She said and started moving.

"Arre! Atleast tell me your answer."

I was getting impatient by her casual behaviour. I poured my heart out to her and all she did was smile.

"Pata chal jaayega. Chaliye."

(You will get to know. Come.)

She said and moved out. I just followed her.

We went down and our parents looked at us curiously. 

My father asked my decision and I said yes making them smile.

Everyone then turned to Maira including me. 

She looked at me for a brief second and then looked at her mother and nodded in a yes.

We got married in the next two months. It was a grand wedding considering both of our family statuses.

It was the most beautiful day of my life. The day she became my wife. My Maira. I can never forget that day.

But she did! She forgot everything. It was all my fault. Only if I had been more careful then that accident would not have happened and I would have had my wife with me and I would have had-

Amaira's POV

I wake up feeling sun rays directly on my face. Groaning I turn my face but the position was not comfortable.

I wake up rubbing my eyes.

Today is my off so I have the whole day to myself.

 I put my shrug over my top and move out of my room yawning.

Mumma was in the kitchen making tea for papa.

I hug her from behind and keep my head on her shoulder sleepily.

She caressed her face and said.

"Uth gayi? Chalo I am making your coffee tab tak ye chai Kushagra ji ko de aao."

(You woke up? Give this tea to Kushagra ji.)

I look at frowning.

"Mai kyu de kar aau. Itne saare servants hai ghar mai koi bhi de aayega."

(Why should I go. There are so many servants in the house.)

She just glared at me and handed me the cup.

I grumbled and went to his room.

I knock on the door but there was no response. I knocked again but again.

'Wapas bhi nhi jaa skti mummy se daant padegi. Ye kya ghode bech kr so rhe hai ki jawab hi nhi de rhe.'

I twisted the knob and it opened.

'This man doesn't lock the door.'

I entered inside and saw the room empty. He was in the shower.

I kept the tea cup on the side table and was about to move out when he suddenly came out only in a towel around his waist.

"Shit! I am so sorry. Mai wo-chai-"

I ran from there and go straight to my room.

"Oh my God! I am sorry."

"Apology not accepted. Return the favour."

I held my head as I see something else.

Why was I seeing him. Is it something about my past? The year I didn't remember?

I gasp I realise that it could be possible.

"Maine ye pehle kyu nhi socha. Ho skta hai hum ek dusre ko pehle se jaante ho. Haan. Tabhi mujhe ye sab cheeze yaad aa rhi hai. Lekin har baar aisi cheeze hi kyu yaad aa rhi hai. Shayad hum bhut close the. Ye mere boyfriend the kya?"

(Why didn't I think this before. Maybe we knew each other from before. Yes. That's why I am remembering all this. But why am I remembering such things only. Maybe we were close. Was he my boyfriend?)

I was talking to myself when bhabhi came in.

"Kaun kiska boyfriend hai?"

(Who is whose boyfriend?)

She asked giving me my coffee. I take the cup from her and ask her.

"Bhabhi?"

She hums and I continue.

"Mai aur Mr. Kushagra Gupta ek dusre ko pehle se jaante the kya?"

(Did me and Mr. Kushagra Gupta knew each other?)

She looked at me surprised.

"Ye kyu puchh rhi ho?"

(Why are you asking this?)

"Mujhe na shayad kuch cheeze yaad aa rhi hai."

(I think I am remembering somethings.)

I tell her whatever I saw and look at me smiling through her tears.

"I am so happy Amu. This is a good sign. Tumhe ye sab yaad aana-"

(You are remembering these things-)

"Bhabhi? Pehle mujhe batao. Kya mai unhe pehle se jaanti thi?"

(First tell me. Do I know him?)

She sighed and held my hands.

"I don't know if I should tell you this or not. Lekin haan. You knew him. Isse jyada mai kuch nhi bataungi. Aur tum bhi zabardasti apne dimag pr zor nhi daalogi. Okay?"

(But yes. I won't tell anything more than this. And you also don't strain yourselves.)

She says and I nod. 

So its true. We knew each other. That's why I am remembering all the memories with him.
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