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Post-Marriage.

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I got married a week ago,with all the decorative designs of mehandi..I still looked the amazing of all which even my darling husband agreed.When getting married,I had a row of turbulent thoughts about my marriage..the bondages that I had heard of,the orthodox family I shall be entering..with no  benevolence towards the new bride.My brother teased me the amount of tedious work I shall be doing,but my life was not what has been raved in the small village of Tamil Nadu.I knew since my childhood,God had a special coloured box for me..in which he stored all the mesmerizing things that could be hard for others to achieve.I was a sturdy child and a lady of strong belief.It was always hard to shake my rigid belief,for anyone.

Post marriage,my life did change much,with the amount of roars I got to prepare all the sumptuous dishes which was like I was supposed to be the great Indian chef even if my sisiter- in law’s food tasted alkaline to be precise.Apart from all the major dressing changes  that I went through and I know how much I hated to put bindi each single day on my forehead,there was something delicate that filled the void in my desolated life.My husband’s tall,chivalrous posture made me tickled since the day we tied the unbreakable knot.The vows meant nothing perhaps the time I chose him,but later I inhaled all the mirth of it.The air in which we lived was amazingly divine,like nothing could beat the heat,no matter what.The disputes always ended in roses.He,never failed to put a morning dewy smile on my face and that was my only makeup I remember,besides the bindi of course.I knew,post marriage my laws are going to be tough for me or even the new house won’t fulfill my insatiable desires for almost all the things.But,I have had him..for now..forever.I knew that was all I desired.

And,today..I wear my bindi substantially for him,with my fragile smile still being my best makeup.



P.S- Don’t hit the like button prior reading this post,you won’t hurt my feelings.

That night.

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It was half past 8,Brittany has been waiting here since long now,solicitous her heart beat was,edgy her mind got.With that red heels she kept sitting there in that black bench,in the dark deep cultish night.Her once piquant eyes got pettish now.Sharp as blood,that red rose was dying now as pale as her.The petals were not jovial after waiting so long now.Her tender fingers were holding a book which she tightly squeezed allowing the book to take all the essence only of her fragile hands touch. Shimmery stars were about to vanish like a vapour.Her eyes were about to rain as if…

“oh where are you…my beloved..”

The longiness for her beloved was slackening now,bewildered and excruciating the pain was to wait for her better half.

The white dress turned all grey and her beautiful modish hair were turning lugubrious as if the wait for her beloved shall turn all her dreams in vain.The pain was to devour her,she felt it.

Her soul was agitated by now,saddened to core and fiendish her eyes got .Brittany watched the moon..the stars and the sky,she could tell for sure it would rain..as the sky could see her downpour too.That night..it rained with all the great power..

Her soul was crushed now and the flower lay on the bench,all tattered and smashed up.Illusions of Matt reckon her yet again.”Oh,my darl..don’t you look like fresh apple from our orchid..so delicate and lofty alltogether.”..she blushed inadvertently and collected her soul once again.

She realised her pain was for the man she craved,who made her heart all jingled.She also knew the rain destroyed that moment,that inner most pleasure of kissing and everything was nothing but…wait…!


P.S-My first attempt to write a minion-short story or rather a short piece.Hope it deserves atleast 1 or 2 comments.