Meant To Be

Chapter 16. Secret Revealed

It had been six months since Sam was married to Ranvir. Six months of Sam being called Ranvir's wife. Six months of she being named as 'Sam Ranvir Shekhnaath'.
    The marriage had taken place in a small but elegant banquet hall, with Ranvir's relatives filling half the banquet hall and only a few villagers (The village where Sam had been staying in a rental house) were invited.
    Sam wasn't really happy during her wedding day. How she had always dreamt, like any other girl, of marrying the boy of her choice- a handsome young man! Yes, she had been getting married to one but not on her consent. Nobody asked her consent. Maybe this is what happens when you are uneducated. No one gives you any importance.
     None of her friends or relatives had attended her wedding. She always had long conversations with Nish, Dhruv and Ro about their wedding. How Dhruv, the most introverted boy of their group, used to go scarlet when they used to talk about his wedding! Nish had even promised Sam that she'd dress her up during her wedding. But...it never happened. She had felt all alone, in that banquet hall, even though she was surrounded by so many people. Without her friends (and that too on her wedding day) she felt all alone in this world. Every quote which she had read till that day in her life, she had understood it's meaning. Life is not what you imagine, but what happens with you. Indeed, life had its own plans for Sam.

Ranvir was looking extremely attractive on their wedding day, in his golden coloured sherwani. (a knee- length coat buttoning to the neck, worn by men from South Asia) The young girls who had attended their wedding (cousins and colleagues of Ranvir) kept on pulling Ranvir's cheeks, some whispered to each other and giggled. But Sam wasn't mesmerised by his handsomeness. She hardly looked at him during their entire time in the banquet hall. But Sam noticed, that Ranvir had kept looking at her admiringly. He had even tried to hold her hand, but Sam acted as if she was fixing her hair and jewellery, (which her mother-in-law had gifted her). She had felt like a stranger standing beside Ranvir. She had felt as if she she had been standing in the midst of a huge crowd and the stranger man standing beside her, was her newly married husband.
Sam hadn't shed a tear, when it was time for her to bid farewell to her parents. For the last one-and-a-half years she had shed so much tears, that she'd felt that there were no tears left to cry on that day. She felt no sadness of leaving her parents. She knew, she had to suffer. Either here or there. Her parents on the other hand, were crying like babies, but Sam knew that they weren't tears of sadness, but tears of extreme happiness. Good riddance, she'd thought, her parents might've been thinking. The only thing she misses, after eight months too is her mother's delicious meals (especially kheer).

Ranvir's house was not as big as a bunglow, but it was definitely bigger than Sam's house. Sam had been mesmerised by the grandeur of his house, which looked even more beautiful and elegant when decorated with flowers and ribbons. Sam was even more suprised by the cleanliness of Ranvir's room. The entire house was well furnished. Sam had never seen such luxurious homes in her life. And now she was going to spend her entire life in one.

Ranvir had initially tried to come closer to Sam on many occasions, but had given up after a point of time. The thing which Sam liked most about Ranvir was that he would give Sam her space. He never tried to force himself on her nor did he try to make her accept his descisions. He would even take her out on weekends to the park or to dine outside and with that Sam somewhat got used to the crowd after so many months of house arrest.

After almost two weeks of their marriage, Ranvir resumed his office. And with that, Sam used to be left alone in their house. She would finish her household work and then would write her diary (she'd brought from her house along with Boby's letter and poem book) in her free time. Initially when she had again started writing it, she felt as if she was writing a diary for the first time.
Sam kept Boby's letter in her diary and hid her diary and the poem in her cupboard, under a small pile of clothes.
Everyday she'd write her day- two-day happenings in her diary and there were also a few mentions of Boby (along with Ranvir). There wasn't even a single day when Sam's day was spent without thinking about Boby. She'd still read the letter and the poem after writing her diary. She now felt as if her heart was now divided between responsibilties towards Ranvir and her love for Boby.