I am Always Here With You
By Himanshu Rai
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She was everything he had ever imagined in his dream girl –
his Angel. As their friendship bloomed into deep love,
culminating into marriage, he became her Teddy, her
confidant and an eternal support. But in trying to be with her,
Kartik made a choice that broke his father's heart and
hopes.
As Kartik and Ashima gear up to step into the next phase of
their relationship, life seems like an overload of joy and love.
He is confident his love for Ashima will win over all odds,
even his father. Little did he know that things were going to
change drastically, forever.
Why does Ashima marry someone else? Why does Kartik
accept it silently? And why is life so unpredictable?
This is a story of deep love that knows no bounds,
relationships that break all barriers, and a promise – I am
Always Here with You.
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I am Always Here With You - Himanshu Rai
I am Always
Here With You
I am Always
Here With You
HIMANSHU RAI
Srishti
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First published by Srishti Publishers & Distributors in 2019
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We live once, and in one life,
we breathe a million times.
I want you both to smile
more than our breaths.
I am always here with you,
Sona & Rhythm.
Today, I cannot smile at you. But will
smile remembering all the laughs we
shared.
Love you, Papa.
Marriages are made in heaven. This is what we keep hearing. Marriage isn’t just a ring worn on a finger, or a signed piece of paper. It is not something endured, but something sweetly savoured. It is the union of two hearts beating as one, each that would sacrifice for the other’s happiness and wellbeing. It’s a union of two souls which will smile and cry together. It’s a union of two bodies which will live for each other, forever in love and care.
I was standing with Ashima, my wife, in our bedroom. She was all set to leave for the banquet hall, holding a bouquet of red roses in her hand. She was dressed in a red lehenga with golden work and a dupatta over her head. She was looking as beautiful as ever. Her hands adorned with red and gold bangles were creating a magical effect on her soft white hands.
I loved her lips and complimented her. Today when they are glowing with wine coloured lipstick, I could not take my eyes away from them. Ashima sat in front of the dressing mirror. Standing behind her, I looked at her with a smile on my face.
Her deep thinking eyes were looking gorgeous with perfectly lined eyeliner. With the fine make-up and hair-do, she looked ravishing.
The sound of guests laughing and chatting outside our room was not distracting me that day. I was lost in her beauty which I’d miss forever in a few hours. But I am happy today.
Kartik, I am sorry for leaving you today. You know that I will miss you forever. I know you are hoping that I’d stay, but it’s just impossible. We started our love story when we were children, and today, I need to move on, and that too for your love. You were always with me when I needed you, and today, when I am taking a new path in my life, I will not say that I will miss you, because we only miss someone whom we forget. You are a part of my soul, my breath, and my life and I will always love you, until my last breath.
I could feel her pain. I could see tears rolling down her cheeks, but that day I could not stop her from crying, because I was happy. It was her wedding day. She kept looking at the mirror, while I stood behind her, watching her.
I wanted to shout, but no one wanted to hear my voice. I wanted to come back, but it was too late. I wanted to hug her again, but she was no longer mine. Because it was her wedding day – my wife’s wedding.
She stood holding her lehenga and turned towards me. She looked beautiful as never before and I wanted to hold her and never let her go. But instead, I took two steps back and went to the balcony to let my soul cry.
1
Three years ago
It was six in the morning, and I was still sleeping, lost in my dreams, when the alarm clock started ringing. Without opening my eyes, I moved my hand to turn it off and pulled the blanket to cover my face. Winters in Delhi are chilly, and waking up early has always been tough for me. I tried to move my left hand to the side and hug Ashima. But she was not there. I could hear her in the washroom. Laziness kept me buried in bed, and as I moved my hand back, I felt something cold. The mattress on my side was wet. I immediately woke up and stood up to call out to her, Ashima! Ashima! What is this? Why is the bed wet?
Within no time, Ashima opened the door of the washroom with her charming smile.
What happened, janu? It’s just the glass of water that slipped from my hand,
she replied, smiling and fresh. I placed my hand on my face and buried myself in bed again. She usually looked stunning in the morning, but that day, she looked different. She had tied up her hair and had oiled it. She seemed quite busy. The warm lights in our green bedroom always made her seem out of the world.
She walked over to my side of the bed with her dazzling smile, and ran her soft hands over my forehead, kissing it softly. She then turned to move away, but I took hold of her hand, pulling her towards me. I always loved her in that red t-shirt.
Stop, Kartik! I need to do something urgently. Get up and get ready for office."
Disheartened, I let her go towards the kitchen. I did call out to her, I love you, Angel.
Yes, I used to call her Angel since we were in class tenth.
I love you too, Teddy,
she replied from the kitchen, her nickname for me since our school days. But let me be clear, I am not at all like a teddy bear. I am six feet in height with a perfect physique and am clean-shaven.
I was always crazy about her smile. I had first met her at our school in Dehradun when we were in our tenth class. It was my first day at school, and when I saw her smiling, she won over my heart. It was love at sight for me, but not for her. She took seven long years to say yes.
I removed the blanket and tried to step down from the bed, but the floor was a total mess. A bottle of moisturizer, a tube of cream, a comb, and my shaving cream – everything was on the floor. I was confused about how all that stuff came to be there. I’ve known Ashima for the last nine years, and she is a neat person. How were the things lying on the floor? Was she angry with me? But she never did this, even when she was mad at me. First I thought I’d ask her, but then changed my mind and picked up all the stuff and put it back.
In no time I was back in the bedroom, dressing up for office. I could hear her singing in a low voice.
"Abhi na jao chhod kar, ki dil abhi bhara nahi.."
I smiled as I listened to her and went towards her with slow steps. She was facing the kitchen platform. I held her from the back with my hands on her waist. I loved her in her pyjamas and top she wore to bed at night. She smiled and stopped singing. I kissed her softly on her left cheek. She smiled and replied, What happened, Teddy? You don’t wanna go to office today?
"You said, abhi na jao chhodkar, ki dil abhi bhara nahi. So I thought let me help you with it," I replied, being naughty.
Don’t try to act oversmart,
she replied turning towards me, with a spoon in her hand. I was 6 feet tall, and she was 5 feet and an inch, so when she stood close to me, she usually got buried in my chest. I kissed her on her head.
Your breakfast is on the dining table. Go and have it, fast! If you get late, you will get stuck in a jam,
Ashima replied pushing me out of the kitchen. I took a seat at the table. She put a bowl of something in front of me.
What is this, Ashima? It tastes like milk,
I asked her, as it was something different. It was sweet and smelled good. I took another spoon of it when Ashima came out of the kitchen and stood at the door, smiling at me.
What? Why are you smiling? Tell me what is this?
She kept smiling, sat down next to me and then asked, Who can get your bed wet? Who will make your room messy? Who will eat this milky dish?
She again started smiling.
Hearing her, I stopped eating, and my mind started running at gigahertz speed. I put my spoon back into the bowl and took two to three spoons full, one after the other, and then replied anxiously, jumping from my seat, This is baby food! Yes… this is baby food. A baby will wet my bed; a baby will make my room messy. You are pregnant?! I am going to be a father. Am I correct Ashima, answer me?
I shouted in happiness and stood up from my chair to hug her. Ashima was smiling with tears of joy in her eyes. She nodded softly, and I hugged her back. I took her in my arms and leaned my face down towards her to kiss her. She kissed me back. I was really excited, but she looked calm.
She let me sit back on the chair, and she stood in front of me, smiling and ran her fingers through my hair. You know Kartik, I came to know yesterday, and since then, I’ve been wondering how to surprise you. This is one of the most significant gifts god has given to both of us. Our nine years of love will be in front of us in the form of a baby. I am feeling complete today, and it’s all because of you. I love you, and would only like to ask you something.
I nodded, and she continued, When the baby will keep you up the whole night, will you still love me the same way? I may not walk as fast, will you slow down for me? Will you mind driving your car slowly for the next nine months? I’ll not get time for myself and may look ugly and untidy. Will you still love me? I may not get time to cook for you. Will you still love me the same? Our home will be a mess, and you might get disturbed by the crying, but will you still love me the same way? I’ll be vomiting for the next three months, will you still be by my side?
Before she could ask me further questions. I placed my finger on her lips and made her sit. I went down on my knees and put my head on her lap, like a baby and replied, I know this lap will be booked after a few months, but I’ll be the one enjoying it the most. I know you’ll vomit, and I need to help you out, but I would be the one cherishing it the most. I know he or she will keep me awake, and I need to make him or her sleep in my arms, but I would be the one enjoying it the most, seeing the tiny smiles in his dreams. I know the baby will be your priority, but I’ll be the one enjoying my love growing. I started liking you when you were a kid, I loved you when you got older, and will love you until my last breath.
I completed my answer and went silent. She placed her head on mine, and we both smiled. Being in love was not only about us. It’s a story from ‘us’ to ‘we’, and the day you feel the smile on every ‘we’, your life is a success. We both understood this concept of life and agreed to become ‘we’.
Can you come early today? We can meet my gynocologist, Dr Sangeeta in Apollo hospital,
Ashima questioned.
I stood up and replied adjusting my shirt, Definitely Angel, I will. You please take care now.
I took my laptop and started moving towards the door, when she asked softly, Kartik, please do not tell our parents and relatives yet. Let’s be assured first.
She knew I was thrilled, and it would be tough for me to keep the news to myself, but I smiled and assured her, "I will not be telling anyone, pakka."
She waved to me. I kissed her again and left.
2
We lived on the first floor in a rented flat in Noida. And as I stepped down, I could feel the cold breeze of January. It was cloudy, with no sign of the sun. I could hardly see my cab which was standing at some distance due to the fog, but I finally managed to spot it, as the headlights were on. I started walking towards it when I heard Ashima from the balcony, Teddy, wait!
I looked up to check and she threw a muffler towards me, "Thand bahut hai, take care. I caught the muffler and then replied,
Go inside immediately and wear some warm clothes."
She smiled and said bye. It was her old habit – she loved winters. She would be eating ice cream; she would be wearing short dresses and no warm clothes. Her funda regarding the weather was, "Life mein weather enjoy nahi kiya to kya kiya. God has given us the weather to enjoy." But now I needed to be strict with her as she had a little one to take care of.
I reached the cab with my laptop on my side and opened the door. My office was in Gurgaon, and it would take me around an hour-and-a-half to reach. I was working with a marketing firm, but preferred residing in Noida as Ashima’s parents were in Greater Noida. It was easier for us to visit them. As my pick up was the first, I usually took a nap on my way to office. But that day, I was too excited. I placed my laptop on the side and put my head back, closed my eyes and starting recollecting the days of our school when I had first met Ashima. Within no time, nostalgia took me back in time.
Back in 2007
Don’t be disheartened, beta! Feel fresh and enthusiastic; it’s your first day in school,
my mother said, cheering me up. My father had left his MTNL job in Delhi and joined Idea cellular company as the Head of Operations in Dehradun. I was not at all happy leaving my Delhi school and friends in my tenth class. But Papa suggested that shifting and adjusting was still comfortable in the tenth as I needed to start preparing for my entrance exams after this. I was the only son, but my father never let me think like that. He was my friend, but strict when it was required. My mummy was a housewife and lovely by nature. She loved chatting with everyone she found interesting, and if not, she could build an interest in them. My father, on the other hand, spoke less and always to the point; he always took time to gel