A candy bride to a Kandian bride by Dini Kal [W+W / forbidden love]

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I watched her as she walked her way out. What a pretty young girl she was. Probably my younger cousin's age. Her black uncombed hair, a mess that fell down like a waterfall of Asala flowers. The curls dancing along with her stride.

Her waist not so slim like mine, had folds that would make someone like my mom say that she was not in good shape. But for me they were tempting. And for me she was tempting. I watched her back shamelessly as she walked her way towards the kitchen. Her waist that swinged with every step she took and the dress that danced along with it as she rushed her way in to the kitchen. The place she belonged.

"Sohanya?"

I was startled to hear my mother in laws voice. I blinked as a sense of guilt gulped me down.

"Yes amma?"

I asked her turning my gaze reluctantly away from the girl to my mother in law.

A face that I neither despised nor loved. A face that resembled my husband to whom I neither despised nor loved. Her tiny eyes that sank in between the folds that showed her age shone brightly towards her daughter in law.  Something she was proud of. Something that she boasted about with her friends over dinner. An ornament in her family tree.

Of course what mother would not be proud of a daughter in law like her. Beautiful, calm and well behaved she was exactly the dream girl she wanted her son to marry.

Not only that she was well educated and came from a well to do family. Which was probably a reason why she had such a clean history behind her as her mother in law found out in her background search about Sohanya.

This of course was the absolute truth. Her  neighbours, those that knew her, her friends and even those that knew her ever so remotely had nothing but good words to say about her.

She was a Parvatee in human disguise. A deer like woman that would be obedient to her husband.

Speaking of her husband, Nehan was all a woman could dream of. Educated, well behaved coming from a wealthy family he was a boy born with a silver spoon in his mouth. And the cherry on top being his humble nature. Though he seemed to have it all he was down to earth, humble and kind.
And when the proposal was made both parents agreed and married the two. A story that ended with a happy ever after. A match made in heaven that would envy so many.

"If you want you can really come to our" Maha gedara" you know? It is just going to be you, Tikiri and this girl here?"

Her eyes that reeked of motherly love looked at Sohanya.

" No Amma it's fine! Nehan will come back from Dubai in few months "

I gave my best innocent smile that I was sure would fool the world. I had been doing it all along. Each time someone brought up how good of a daughter I am, how well behaving I am because I never went out with boys, I showed them my smile. Because they were not right.

Don't get me wrong. It was the truth. I, Sohanya had never done anything ever with a boy or a man. Not even with my husband. Because he had to leave for work to Dubai before our honeymoon.

An even I was curious about but definitely not excited.

I had never had anything with a man not because I was a picture of virtue. But simply because they did not excited me. No man or woman ever made me feel a spark in my heart. And that was until now. Until I saw her.

"Yeah he will! I wished to bring putha's appachchie with me as well. But he also had to visit the factory today. He said he missed you and asked me to take you home with me!" She paused.

"Oh and he asked me to give you this! You love chocolates don't you?"
She said giving me a box of chocolates.

I knew what she was trying to suggest and I could understand it. Nehan was their only child and I was their first and only daughter in law. Something told me that they were trying to fill the empty place of a daughter with me.

And I was okay with it. Despite being in my late twenties I pretty much felt like a child. I had things that I was not allowed to do. Not as a rule but the sheer fear of being criticised made me not wanna do those things. I dreamt of doing the most boyish things, to run in a field wearing shorts to climb a tree or sit on a wall.

These unfulfilled desires fed the inner child in me and even now the married Sohanya is more or less of a child herself.

Until now there was no urge for me to do anything. So fire that burned my soul. It was a tough life I lived that filled with doing the absolute maximum. Studying hard, working hard I was caught in a hussle culture that I now see as a glorified toxic madness.

"Amma!"

I called my mother in law to tell her something that I've been thinking for a while. My decision to quite my job. Though my reason behind it being my need to take care of myself I knew exactly how to fabricate the story so that she would think it is done for the sake of her son.

And while we were in the living room discussing my decision Kusuma returned.

This time with a plate full of treats that looked as delectable as herself.

I could not help to salivate at the very sight of it. It looked so tempting.

All the thoughts and sane ideas decided to leave my head at the sight before me. And I could not put my finger on it.

I could not put a finger on it and say exactly how I was feeling. I just simply did not know what that was. What I was feeling.

Yet after my mother in law left my feet slowly dragged me towards the kitchen despite my will.

And as I leaned next to the kitchen door watching Kusuma cleaning I tried to find a name to the rush of emotions I was getting but failed miserably

AlI knew was I had a sport to play.
And I could either win or loose in a coming day.

~|The End of the short story|~

A/N

Dini Kal loves abrupt ending and suspense doesn't she? 😁😅😋🤧

Anyway this short story is a sneaky peak of a full novel...... So all this to your reading lists.
Also typed 1100 words without wattpad crashing! So that's a record on my book cuz she glitches all the time!

Have a nice day Snowdrops bye!