A woman, exceptionally beautiful, starts experiencing some strange things. Why was she so different from others? Did she have a purpose? Who was she really? What would happen when the characters from the stories she had heard from her childhood woul...
The middle aged woman saw Indrayani peeking through the kitchen. There was a square shaped hole between the kitchen and the living room and it was covered by a thin cloth so that women could communicate with men. Indrayani was peeking through it to know what was going on.
"Just to make it clear, we don't mind if the women of the house want to see what's happening here," the woman, MAdhavi said, stifling a laugh. It reminded her of herself when a guy had come to see her sister. She was hiding and peeking like that.
There were whisperings from the kitchen as the women came forward behind Mahamaya and stood in a corner. Madhavi, pointed them towards a cot as the women sat there. Pooja was still inside the kitchen, because she was menstruating and the living room was where the miniature temple was so she didn't leave the kitchen.
Pooja was very confident before her marriage but she was used to the veil of the kitchen after her marriage. She didn't feel comfortable coming in front of men anymore.
It was weird how much she had changed, from wanting to model, to this but the people around her loved her and she was so used to this cage. It was bad to cage animals, but it was worse to free them in the wild after caging them. She felt the same way about freedom.
She was supposed to like freedom but she didn't and weirdly enough, she thought it was her freedom to choose this instead of that. So, she kept watching everything from the kitchen cube. Madhavi noticed this but didn't say anything.
Mahamaya, who was standing all this time, lowered the tray as they took their cups of tea and she later placed the tray on the centre table. It had plates of kaande pohe, another snack as she sat with her mother, holding her hand, knowing how nervous she would be.
Indrayani could swear that she was having a nervous breakdown but as soon as her daughter touched her, her every anxiety melted, as if her hand was held by God himself. Smiling, she reciprocated the hold a little, as Mahamaya smiled too, feeling the strength of her mother return.
"I think both the kids should talk to each other?" Mahamaya's grandfather suggested.
Mahamaya got up, as the guy did too as she escorted him to the only proper bedroom they had in the house, sort of. They both sat down on the cot as Mahamaya played with her fingers.
She was very confident normally but today, she was feeling so nervous that she didn't even look at anyone of them clearly.
"Hey, so I wanted to get to know you. So, umm, what is your favourite hobby?" he tried to initiate conversation as she raised her gaze and looked at him. He looked good, not better than Raj or whatever his real name was but definitely good enough.
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"I, ahh, whatever actually. I like everything, reading, writing poetry, exercising, music, little bit of sketching, playing the flute, cooking, worshipping but most of all, I like helping people, mostly people I love with chores," she blabbered, before she realised that she was in the company with someone as he was intensely staring at her, analysing her body language, trying to understand her and her entire body turned red with embarrassment.
