Forever | MaNan

Chapter 20

He palmed his pocket, maybe there was something. And he was right, there inside his pocket sat a letter addressed to him with the words - To Dear Husband. written in her hand writing.

It was messy. He chuckled, a smile making it's way on his lips. She was adorable. His hands shook as he unfolded the letter, revealing her messy handwriting, tear marks and blue ink smudged at places.

"Dear Manik,

I know you are angry,

I would have been too if I was at your place. Manik- I don't know what is happening with us. You are near yet you feel so far. It was never like this, not even when I didn't know you properly. It is so scary, Manik. You know, a question is bothering me these days - Am I losing you?

I don't want to. 

I am sorry I didn't choose you, Manik.

I couldn't choose you. The baby, he is a symbol of our love. A small Manik, just like I have always wanted. He must be so adorable, right? Do you think he will get yours eyes or mine? I feel, he would get my eyes and a mole above his lips like yours. You know, I envy him.

But tell me, Manik. How do I kill him knowingly? I cannot be this selfish for my life. I am sorry but I can't.

I know only two percent, but we have chances. What if I survive?

What if we do the abortion today and tomorrow the guilt that there were chances of survival- killed our relationship, Manik?

Because I know, no matter how tough you are being, at the end of the day you are going to hate yourself for choosing abortion. Like you knew I skipped my medicines, or I was blaming myself, I know you too, Manik.

I know I should have never left home but I was so scared. I am not giving any explanation because it was a wrong decision and I regret it.

I know it is risky. But everything happens for a reason, Manik. Maybe I would survive, Maybe this is just a test for us. Maybe we will have our forever.

I don't want to back down without a fight, Manik. This is not what you taught me. You know it too, Manik.

Forgive me, Please.

That day, you asked me to come home.

Today, I am asking you..

Come home, Please.

Hold me before I fall apart, Manik.

Yours,
Nandini.

Manik had no idea when the tears flowed down his eyes, through his cheeks and at the paper he was reading. He sobbed, almost crumbling the piece of paper in his hand but stopped.

He had to go home.

He had to see her, hold her and kiss her until something assured him she was going to be there. Always.

He stood up, closing his laptop and packed his bag carelessly.

Within next few moments, Manik was walking out of the building with his heart thudding loudly.