Rehaan Deol or as his parents still call him "Chetan", the boy who changed his name for the love of a woman.
The woman who left his heart shattered in pieces.
He says he is ready to marry Ishleen and give love a chance while his sister-in-law, Sama...
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I look at myself in the mirror of my bedroom and smile as a little blush tints my cheek as I take out the picture from the drawer of the dressing table and look at my soon husband-to-be.
Sadness lurks in my heart knowing that I'll be bidding this home, my parents and my brothers a good-bye but I try to brush it away. I was well aware that tomorrow was my last night in this house but I wanted to stay strong for mom-dad and my brothers. Yeah, they seem all sturdy and macho but they are marshmallows when it's about me.
I can bet that they'll hide and secretly cry after I leave with my husband.
MY HUSBAND.
I'll be his, soon. My heart, my soul and my body will belong to him.
I look down at his picture as he stares back at me with his beautiful eyes making sparks ignite in places of my body, I wasn't aware could feel like this.
"Yunn na jhankon iss kadar meri rooh ke andar. Kuch khwayishein meri, wahaan be-libaas rehti hain." I whisper the work of a famous poet, and couldn't help but think.
Will it hurt? Will he be gentle? Will that be his first time too, since I've heard and seen in TV shows, that cities like his are very modern.
"Ahmm.." The clearing of throat distracts me, as I turn to look at my bhabhi. I put the picture back in the drawer and try to look normal, but I had flushed cheeks and was far from normal.
"So, you got the picture's print out taken? Lemme guess, to hug it when you go to sleep." She says teasing me as I turn my back to her and set my dupatta on my shoulder trying to act busy.
"Nothing like that." I say as she hugs me from the back and we look in the mirror.
"You're such a die-hard romantic, Ishi... And he'll be very lucky to have you." She says as I smile and bite my lower lip.
"They're here..." my youngest sibling runs in as I frown.
"Who?" I ask, confused.
"You're in-laws, They're here with your haldi." He says as nervousness claws at my heart. Now what?
Should I go down and meet them or should I wait for them to call me? I look at my sister-in-law as confusion makes my head hurt.
"Ishleen..." A familiar voice calls me and I look up to see biji... My husband's grandma and my late grandmother's best friend.
"Hayye.. meri bahu kitni sundar lagge hai... Nazar na lag jave..." she says excitedly walking to me and looks at my bhabhi.
(Oh.. My daughter-in-law looks so beautiful. May no evil come near her.)
