Bihan and Adya, the once 'two-body-one-soul' like friends drifted apart. Friendship of years old broken, or better put to halt, for some reasons that hurt both of them.
Seven years later, the families come together and get them married. Some say th...
Everybody said, "Follow your heart". I did, it got broken. -Mysterious Affair, At Styles
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Small red coloured lights dawn the vicinity of the room, probably signifying love. The room already had red roses and their scent overpowered my power to think. My room was renovated. Completely. Too far from my own taste. But it didn't matter to me much. I was not a person who gets attached to things that way. I feel for people not for things. Only that the latter seems easier and less hurting. Don't know why I always resort to difficult things!
- May be you like taking risks?
I scoff at the annoying inner voice of mine. Taking risks? Seriously?
I go towards my closet and fetch a set of my sleeping clothes. A t-shirt and my shorts. Mindlessly, I walk to the washroom door and try opening the knob only to realise it is locked from the other side.
As suddenly realization dawned upon me, I drew the conclusion that she was inside. How can I forget?
- Forget? Who forgets of the woman they married just five hours ago?
Me! I wanted to exclaim out loud, but refused to give my inner self the satisfaction.
I went and settled on the bed, waiting for her to come out. I picked up my phone and scrolled through, only to find a lot of content about myself. The news channels don't seem to shut up now. I think I gave them enough masala to last for few days, unless some other celebrity does them the favour. These were the perks of being the son of one of the most known politicians of the country.
In India, politics is considered as dirt but at the same time, everyone knew what prestige it held to be the representative of such huge population. And me? I went just the opposite way, much to the dismay of my father, and became a doctor. But probably that was what people admired. Me not using my father's legacy and stepping up on his place, but going the other way. Though, my popularity has a lot to do with my father, but I can't deny that I am born to him. Can I?
My thoughts are halted as I hear the door to the washroom click, and soon after I see her coming out, still in her red lehanga, though completely bare of her jewellery and makeup. For once, my eyes refused to move away from her. I mean don't woman look more beautiful after make up? Because the one before me, is then definitely an exception. She has always been so.
Her long hair, that reached down to below her waist were sprawled all over her back, and the drape that she had over her head was now in her hands.
"Uhm..Bihan..yo..your..I nee...!", As soon as her voice reached my ears and snapped me out of my lala world, I stood up.
Without hearing what she had to say to me, I walked past her and went inside the washroom, banging the door shut behind me.
Her presence is already overwhelming me. I don't want her to be my wife in any way. I don't like to pull people towards me unnecessarily.
