The Unventured Passions

Sweet Amendments ❤️

Mira suddenly took on a pale look, as if she had been painted with white-wash all over. Her hands were trembling, holding the betel leaves in them, and her lips quivered, murmuring some inaudible words. The loud conches grew louder, and the scent of the incense took over the masculine musk that Batakrishna wore. Mira felt light inside her head, but her heart was weighing a ton. It was as if her heart had suddenly stopped beating and all the blood had run accumulated into her hands, desparate to touch Batakrishna's forehead, smearing the turmeric and sandalwood paste as promised.

Anything for him, was her last thoughts relaying in her mind.

Batakrishna, however, was looking down, his eyes casted on the white lotus kept on the brass plate infront, and beside it he could see Mira's lotus feet.

Mira felt nauseous, and she knew she won't last when her stomach gave in.

"Are you not well?"
Mahamaya had held her trembling hands in hers. She had a frown on her face, and then with her head falling forward Mira crumpled like a puppet suddenly released of their strings.

"Mi...Miraa?"
Mahamaya supported the fall with her body, sheathing her instinctively in her arms, protecting her from the soft flame of the long brass pradip, and Mira's unconscious body collapsed in her grasp.
Mira hadn't made a sound, but Maha's words had made Batuk look up and turn. His face ashen as he saw Mira's skin went as pale as the lotus infront, and he knew at once she was clocking out. Any blood sugar dip and this happened, his medical senses told him... face of a china doll and a body of rags!

"Miraaa!!" Batuk screamed at the sight, startling the two old men sitting infront of him, and the conches stopped at once, so did the Chandipaath.

"Didiii..." Bhargavi had come running too, so did Koeli, but dodging everyone aside, Batuk picked up Mira's limp body in his arms.

"Batuk?? What the... What are you..."
Zamindar Trilochan, dumbfounded at this sudden unexpected developments, had only been able to form incomplete expressions, and looking at Abinash Lahiri, he only let out sheepish chuckles to ease the torment of the moment.

"What is he doing? How dare that widow..."
Abinash however had spoken up, but was promptly seized by his daughter.

"Baba the girl is sick... She has heart ailments at such young age... Come on... Daktar Babu is just helping!"
She rolled her eyes at her father, and Abinash lowered his gaze at once and looked away awkwardly.

Who was he to speak if his own daughter was in support of her would be husband's actions! He might just as well be contented that after such hassles and so much of lies, he was finally able to find a match for her, and that she too had agreed to it!

Trilochan and Abinash had sank down, but not on couches this time, as Batuk had carried Mira's unconscious frame, laying her down on the couch.

"Get me some sugar... Water... Jaggery... Anything... Anything sweet... Fast!!"
Batuk was almost screaming as Mahamaya immediately picked up the small silver pot of Gangajal kept for the rituals, and held it near him.
Batuk had almost snatched the pot, sprinkling some water on Mira's face, and the girl groaned a little.

"Miraa... Miraa, look at me... Mira..."
Batuk's over-concerning restlessness was taking the shape of unmissable affection infront of everyone, threatening to reveal his true feelings for her, and sensing the imminent red flag of the situation that might prove to jeopardize her own intentions, Mahamaya stepped in.

"Batakrishna Babu, let me."
She had almost shoved Batuk aside, as with expect hands, she cradled Mira's frail body and fed her spoons of jaggery water that Koeli had brought, letting the liquid sieve through Mira's throat, and Bhargavi stood near her head, fanning her continuously.