Beautiful and lovely story. Portrayal of people are also very good in this book. Highly recommended to everyone. You Are The Best Wife: A True Love Story is a tale of how two individuals with utterly divergent worldviews may meet and fall in love. It explores how people can find true love and solace in differences. Bhavna and Ajay are at the centre of the narrative. Ajay enjoys living for himself, whereas Bhavna enjoys living for others. Bhavna is more impulsive, never planning her next step and going with the flow. Ajay, on the other hand, finds it almost sinful to go through life without making a single plan. However, they fall in love, get married, and love permanently alters both of them. However, destiny had other ideas for this romantic couple, and Bhavna was forced to leave life in the middle of their bliss.

Character's

Ajay Pandey grew up in the modest NTPC township of Rihand Nagar with big dreams. He studied Engineering in Electronics at the IERT (Allahabad) and MBA at IIMM (Pune) before taking up a job in corporate firm. He is currently working with Cognizant, Pune. He grew up with a dream of becoming a teacher, but destiny landed him in the IT field.

           Letters of love and affection 💓

(Bhavna Speaks)

How can someone rest in peace, when they have a crazy husband like Ajay. But still, thank you Pandeyji for giving me an opportunity to write here.

I was not blessed with enough time to fulfil my duties. I am obliged to thank many wonderful hearts who had been kind enough at various stages of my life.

He says, ‘I want to make your memories immortal,’ but I am sure I will remain alive in many hearts. I know my story had a sad ending, but don’t look at the negative part of it. Life is a journey; we are born and we will reach the destination. This story was my voyage. It may be short, but very meaningful. Just to tell you, I had two greatest desires in my life; one was to marry Ajay and second was to be blessed with a baby. I may not have been fortunate enough to be a mother, but I enjoyed my motherhood with Nanhu. Thanks Pooja di for gifting us with such a cute and lovely baby.

I am a lady with no regrets, no hard feelings and no enemies, but plenty of friends and a lovely family. What else could you ask from life? I can say with contention that I had travelled a quality journey that could be just a dream for billions.

I had only one reason behind this lengthy speech – please don’t remember me as a tragedy queen. Remember me as a person who had lived less in number of years, but not in moments. And for all those who will do that, I would appreciate and say, ‘love you; you are the best reader.’

Yours forever…

Bhavna

...Bhavna...

There are two kinds of personalities. There are those who have everything and still complain as if they have nothing. And there are those who lose everything and act like life has given them everything. Sometimes both these personalities exist in the same soul. Kill the first one, I love the second.

–Bhavna

  28 November 2012

Forties Hospital, Noida

 Those memories still send a sharp, stinging pain through me . I walked to the Fortis internal medicine ICU. My heart was racing and I was flooded with emotions. After a few minutes, I was standing outside the ICU door; Bhavna was behind a green curtain. “Listen, you have to be brave and calm. I want to inform you that Bhavna’s condition is deteriorating further and we’re planning to put her on a ventilator,” the doctor said in a concerned tone and handed me a document to sign. I felt numbed. As these icy words pierced me, it felt as if my blood was freezing. “What are the chances of recovery?” I asked bluntly. “Rare chance; once she is doing well we can remove her from that, but her condition is getting worse. The ventilator is not the problem, the infection is.” “So, is she not on ventilator yet?” I asked. “Can I see her?” “That is what I called you for. This ventilator will only be removed once she starts recovering or there are signs of improvement. She’ll be administered anesthesia which will make her unconscious so that the ventilator doesn’t cause any damage.” “What if there are no signs of improvement?” I asked. “Then, I’m sorry…” he sighed. “It is possible you’ll be talking to her for the last time.” I went behind the green curtain. I thought I would hug her, but that would make her feel that something was wrong and shemight break down completely. With a heavy heart and this dilemma in mind, I went to her. There was blood around her lips. She lay with her mouth open and her eyes closed. It was the most horrifying moment of my life. Watching her struggle to breathe made me insane. I wished I could have given her my breath and a part of my life, but I was helpless. I had never felt so disabled in my life. With great difficulty I said, “I love you, Bhavna. And you are the best wife.” She collected her strength and whispered something with ragged breaths.

My life changed from that day onwards. What my life was before and what it became after, is something that forced me to write this book. I wish I could rewind time and go back and relive all the beautiful moments that we had cherished together.

बेपनाह मोहब्बत तुम से मिलकर हुई,

इस मेरे दिल को ख़ुशी तुम से मिलकर हुई,

पाया सब कुछ दुनिया में मैं,

पर जीवन में ख़ुशी तुमसे मिलकर हुई.

तेरी खुशी से नही गम से भी रिश्ता है मेरा,

तू ज़िंदगी का एक अनमोल हिस्सा है मेरा,

मेरी मोहब्बत सिर्फ़ लफ़ज़ो की मोहताज़ नही,

तेरी रूह से रूह का रिश्ता है मेरा

 ये मत कहना कि तेरी याद से रिश्ता नहीं रखा,

मैं खुद तन्हा रहा मगर दिल को तन्हा नहीं

रखा,तुम्हारी चाहतों के फूल तो महफूज़ रखे हैं,

तुम्हारी नफरतों की पीर को ज़िंदा नहीं रखा।

There are three kinds of students: ones who are sure what they want and achieve it, ones who know what they want but never achieve it, and finally (the kind that I am) those who don’t know what they want. After completing my schooling from Rihand Nagar, Sonebhadra, UP, I was like all the others who took the age-old path of engineering. There was no decision-making involved in the choice; those who took math would appear for the engineering exams, so I too joined the rat race. I joined a coaching class for the IIT entrance exam. I wasted two years in the hope of gaining admission into an IIT. Being a brahmin by birth, I had always prayed to God at the top of my voice, considering him deaf. This time, the prayers were centered on just one thing.

“God, please let it be IIT, please let it be IIT.”

Sadly, IIT and IERT sounded alike to God and in this confusion, he gifted me IERT. It seemed as though God used BSNL operator services, which go down during the rainy seasons, and with the sounds of thunder around him, God heard IERT instead of IIT. And so I landed up at IERT and finally realized that it was what I wanted. Nevertheless, I was not disheartened and accepted the same with love and respect. I was full of respect because when all the colleges had shut their doors, only IERT had accepted me.

 August 2003

IERT (Institute of Engineering and Rural Technology)

 Allahabad

I joined the IERT hostel on the second day of college and my father and I both received a warm welcome from the hostel warden at the reception. “Welcome to one of the finest engineering colleges in the country,” he said with a sense of pride and achievement. I looked at my father; his chest had swelled with pride at the warden’s warm welcome.

My father and Sachin Tendulkar suffered from a similar disease: the ‘nervous nineties’. But in my father’s case, the ‘nervous nineties’. But in my father’s case, it was his weight that was always swinging between ninety and ninety nine kilos. He certainly scored a century then as he watched his son entering the Rural Technology Institute. I was the first in the Pandey family to study engineering. My father had another reason to be happy. Finally, I had got admission into a college, which would mean an end to money grubbing by coaching institutes.

“Sir, is ragging a big problem for freshers?” my father asked the warden, concerned.

 “Pandeyji, you don’t have to worry as the Supreme Court has declared ragging as a criminal offence.”

The manner in which he had said this seemed to indicate that he was personally in touch with the Supreme Court judge who gave the verdict.

“Are the seniors staying in the same campus?” Papa asked in the same concerned tone. “Yes, but their building is a different one,” the warden answered. After sometime, when Papa had settled me into my hostel room, I sensed one of his ‘gyaan sessions’ was about to start. “Sonu, you have to study seriously. You are at a very crucial juncture of life, as you have to handle everything by yourself from now onwards. No cigarettes, no alcohol, no bad company, and no girlfriends! We belong to a middle class family, and you are our only hope.” He sighed.