22nd September..My Wife's Birthday !!
The young lady whom I married turned 27,this september !!
17th April 2013- The first time I saw her at a Shaadi party,she looked ethereal.A light blue sequinned saree on her beautiful olive colored skin was flowy just like a fairy on the oceany blue waves.Her smile twinkled in resonance with her silver Jhumkis.I asked my mom if she could make her my bride.Since I was so reluctant to get married,my mom had lost all hopes but when I asked her to talk to Lavanya's parents:she gleefully agreed.I had fallen in love with the 5'2" tall girl.I am 5"11.It wasnt like any usual marriage.It was different.My luck shone and we both easily got married right after 15 days of my first glancing at her.She was no Katrina Kaif.But she didnt even had to.She was so complete in herself.A face moist with love and innocence.A smile which carved 3 dimples on her cheeks.A voice which almost made the tinkling bells feel shy.A sharp olive colored face.Unlike all the couples we didnt talk even once before marriage.It was on our first night..that I said "Hii" to her.In her Beige and Red Shaadi ka Joda...she looked purer and delicate like the moon light.I didnt feel like kissing her,nor hugging her.Even if she would have talked to me for ten minutes I would have felt so heavenly exalted.She was tired.We didnt know each other.But she didnt smile like she did when I first saw her .Her eyes were red after the "Vidai" and all the "rasams"....She had reverted to my hii by looking at me...there was a pause....pause of undying love from my side...pause from her side...I couldnt guess what her pause meant....We had flight that very morning...to Frankfurt.That is where I work.I asked her to get ready.She wore a blue Salwaar Suit with a orange dupatta....!! So silent and so deep....! The lively girl was so quiet today.She rolled her long black hair into a bun and with the luggage we moved to the IGI Delhi Airport....Her chooda....covered her hands till elbow...she was a dream for me....a dream which Ihad to protect.Those beautiful kaajal lined eyes ,neither big nor small,just soo perfect !! They had a untold story.Waiting in the lounge after collecting the boarding pass was a time I thought perfect to spend time with her.I asked her"Would you like to buy something?"I pointed towards the many stores at the airport- "Fab India,Haldirams,and a make up counter" She just swayed her head and said "No"...I felt a failure.I wasnt able to make her happy.I sat adjacent to her with my heart beating fast,very fast.An hour passed and not even a single word.Suddenly I felt her head resting on my shoulder.I cant tell how happy I was...happier than the day I scored 99.8 in my CAT 6 years back....those long hair fell open...and she slept.I didnt even move an inch in order not to disturb her.This was the first time I was sooo soo close to a girl.I felt more like a stalker than a newly wedded husband.I kept watching her mehendi...her finger tips....her mehendi...had turned black!! I was worried if those soft dimpled cheeks didnt get hurt by resting on my strong bony shoulders,after sometimes she muttered something.."I love you Rahul" .....and the ground beneath my feet was on fire ! Who on earth was Rahul?? Was he her boyfriend?This time my eyes became moist.And my body froze.It was still 2 hours for the flight to arrive...Those kajal rimmed eyes dreamt of some other man.That tinkling voice didnt utter Aviral...it uttered Rahul...some bloody asshole who had taken away the liveliness from Lavanya's face...When she woke up...she asked for water...I passed on the Bisleri water bottle ...I asked her "Who is Rahul"???? I was soft...who wouldnt be? With a girl who was delicate like the first sun rays......"Rahul was my boyfriend" ...I was baffled....with almost tears in my eyes I asked- "When you love him,why did you marry me?? "....She answered-"He left me...and my parents liked you".....I could understand what must have happened.I kept mum.With sindoor ,mehendi and chooda she was mine...but her heart belonged to some one else.I went to the washroom and cried.Cried on my first night.My wife was not mine.I could now relate why her eyes didnt twinkle....!! I washed my face and came back.It was time for our flight.Whatever !! I said to myself !! She is my wife....I will take care of her..With my heart crying,we entered into our flight.
22th September-2013...She is a good wife but not a loving partner.There had been nights which she had spent crying on my chest for her boyfriend.An asshole who had made this pretty,charming,loving girl cry and mess like hell.By now I have got to know Rahul kissed Lavanya...how he avoided her calls,how he abused her!!Five months and Lavanya and I havent even kissed.I do see her in her teddy bear pyjamas..and feel like embracing her in me forever..but I cant...because she isn't mine yet.She is still Rahul's..My mom likes her.She is a perfect Bahu.Today is her birthday.She had checked her inbox almost thrice to expect a mail from rahul.xyz@gmail.com...but she hasnt received any.I dont care much except that I love her more than she loves to put Kajal in her fish curved eyes.The chocolate cake is ready.I am waiting for the clock to strike 12.It strikes 12 and I wake her up saying "happy birthday Lavanya"....she smiles.....and for the first time hugs me...I see a red mark just above her cleavage..perhaps I never was close enough to notice it...and ask what has happned....She replies saying- It is Rahul's and intentionally I dont let it heal....!! Tear drops are about to fall...but I hug Lavanya not to show my tears to her..because I love her more than she loves Rahul.
TO BE CONTINUED :)
17th April 2013- The first time I saw her at a Shaadi party,she looked ethereal.A light blue sequinned saree on her beautiful olive colored skin was flowy just like a fairy on the oceany blue waves.Her smile twinkled in resonance with her silver Jhumkis.I asked my mom if she could make her my bride.Since I was so reluctant to get married,my mom had lost all hopes but when I asked her to talk to Lavanya's parents:she gleefully agreed.I had fallen in love with the 5'2" tall girl.I am 5"11.It wasnt like any usual marriage.It was different.My luck shone and we both easily got married right after 15 days of my first glancing at her.She was no Katrina Kaif.But she didnt even had to.She was so complete in herself.A face moist with love and innocence.A smile which carved 3 dimples on her cheeks.A voice which almost made the tinkling bells feel shy.A sharp olive colored face.Unlike all the couples we didnt talk even once before marriage.It was on our first night..that I said "Hii" to her.In her Beige and Red Shaadi ka Joda...she looked purer and delicate like the moon light.I didnt feel like kissing her,nor hugging her.Even if she would have talked to me for ten minutes I would have felt so heavenly exalted.She was tired.We didnt know each other.But she didnt smile like she did when I first saw her .Her eyes were red after the "Vidai" and all the "rasams"....She had reverted to my hii by looking at me...there was a pause....pause of undying love from my side...pause from her side...I couldnt guess what her pause meant....We had flight that very morning...to Frankfurt.That is where I work.I asked her to get ready.She wore a blue Salwaar Suit with a orange dupatta....!! So silent and so deep....! The lively girl was so quiet today.She rolled her long black hair into a bun and with the luggage we moved to the IGI Delhi Airport....Her chooda....covered her hands till elbow...she was a dream for me....a dream which Ihad to protect.Those beautiful kaajal lined eyes ,neither big nor small,just soo perfect !! They had a untold story.Waiting in the lounge after collecting the boarding pass was a time I thought perfect to spend time with her.I asked her"Would you like to buy something?"I pointed towards the many stores at the airport- "Fab India,Haldirams,and a make up counter" She just swayed her head and said "No"...I felt a failure.I wasnt able to make her happy.I sat adjacent to her with my heart beating fast,very fast.An hour passed and not even a single word.Suddenly I felt her head resting on my shoulder.I cant tell how happy I was...happier than the day I scored 99.8 in my CAT 6 years back....those long hair fell open...and she slept.I didnt even move an inch in order not to disturb her.This was the first time I was sooo soo close to a girl.I felt more like a stalker than a newly wedded husband.I kept watching her mehendi...her finger tips....her mehendi...had turned black!! I was worried if those soft dimpled cheeks didnt get hurt by resting on my strong bony shoulders,after sometimes she muttered something.."I love you Rahul" .....and the ground beneath my feet was on fire ! Who on earth was Rahul?? Was he her boyfriend?This time my eyes became moist.And my body froze.It was still 2 hours for the flight to arrive...Those kajal rimmed eyes dreamt of some other man.That tinkling voice didnt utter Aviral...it uttered Rahul...some bloody asshole who had taken away the liveliness from Lavanya's face...When she woke up...she asked for water...I passed on the Bisleri water bottle ...I asked her "Who is Rahul"???? I was soft...who wouldnt be? With a girl who was delicate like the first sun rays......"Rahul was my boyfriend" ...I was baffled....with almost tears in my eyes I asked- "When you love him,why did you marry me?? "....She answered-"He left me...and my parents liked you".....I could understand what must have happened.I kept mum.With sindoor ,mehendi and chooda she was mine...but her heart belonged to some one else.I went to the washroom and cried.Cried on my first night.My wife was not mine.I could now relate why her eyes didnt twinkle....!! I washed my face and came back.It was time for our flight.Whatever !! I said to myself !! She is my wife....I will take care of her..With my heart crying,we entered into our flight.
22th September-2013...She is a good wife but not a loving partner.There had been nights which she had spent crying on my chest for her boyfriend.An asshole who had made this pretty,charming,loving girl cry and mess like hell.By now I have got to know Rahul kissed Lavanya...how he avoided her calls,how he abused her!!Five months and Lavanya and I havent even kissed.I do see her in her teddy bear pyjamas..and feel like embracing her in me forever..but I cant...because she isn't mine yet.She is still Rahul's..My mom likes her.She is a perfect Bahu.Today is her birthday.She had checked her inbox almost thrice to expect a mail from rahul.xyz@gmail.com...but she hasnt received any.I dont care much except that I love her more than she loves to put Kajal in her fish curved eyes.The chocolate cake is ready.I am waiting for the clock to strike 12.It strikes 12 and I wake her up saying "happy birthday Lavanya"....she smiles.....and for the first time hugs me...I see a red mark just above her cleavage..perhaps I never was close enough to notice it...and ask what has happned....She replies saying- It is Rahul's and intentionally I dont let it heal....!! Tear drops are about to fall...but I hug Lavanya not to show my tears to her..because I love her more than she loves Rahul.
TO BE CONTINUED :)
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